From Knowledge Comes Light
By: Theodore 'Blitz' Leung
Disclaimer: All Digimon and their characters (except for those introduced in this fic/series) do NOT belong to me. I do not have permission to use their characters, but it's a FanFic, so, who cares? =) This story line belongs to me and me alone. Please ask for permission if you wish to use it. Thanks. Now let's get onto reading!
Giving up hope is liking getting shot in the heart. To give up is to get killed. Even if you aren't killed, giving up has an equivalent effect of dying. You feel nothing anymore, nor do you wish to feel anything.
To give up is to stop fighting, and there are those who won't accept mercy.
If you do give up, then pray your friends can tell you through.
~Diary of Takeru 'T.K.' Takashi, second and third generation Digi-Destined
* * * * * *
"I just wish we knew what Evertymon's motives are," Tiberius wrote back to Marc over an ICQ message.
"Yeah, I know," Marc typed back, Xemon sitting on the computer table, legs over the side of the desk while watching the screen.
"Any ideas?" Tiberius asked in his ICQ response.
"Hey, you're the one with the Crest of Knowledge, you should have more of a clue then me," Marc quickly typed, getting a short chuckle from his Digimon companion.
"Yeah, well, it could be passed of to you," Tiberius retorted. "It's the only Crest that hasn't been passed yet, and someone is bound to get it."
"If anything, it'll probably end up as K.H.'s Crest when the other half decides to reveal itself," Marc countered. Xemon shook his head, smilingly lightly.
"Have faith," the Digimon spoke, jumping down from the table and landing with a soft 'thud'.
"We'll see, we'll see…" Tiberius typed in his message. Another message arrived right after the previous one.
"I plan to go searching now," Tiberius wrote. "Care to join me?"
"I was planning to as well," Marc typed in, a bit surprised at the coincidence. "But first I was hoping to get Sora and Biyomon to come as well. At this point, we could use all the help we can get to cover every area of the Digital World."
"Agreed," was the response. "Anyway, I'm off. If you see anyone else on before you depart, tell them to get on as well."
"I will," Marc typed quickly to catch Tiberius before he left. "Cya!"
"So, we leaving yet?" Xemon asked, looking up at the computer screen. Marc sighed, turning off ICQ, then his computer. He scooped up his Digivice from the table and turned around on his chair, looking down at his Digimon.
"We'll have to get Sora first, but yeah, we're going ASAP," he told the Digimon. Xemon nodded, anxious to begin another search. Marc noted the Digimon's enthusiasm, and decided it best to leave now, taking all the items he would need from his table and leading his Digimon out, of course making sure his parent's didn't know about Xemon.
* * * * * *
"What do you want?" the first asked, standing in a fighting position. Axeramon regarded the boy who stood in front of him, weapon ready.
"He's grown a lot," Axeramon thought, hanging by his side. "Consider this a prediction of the future."
"What?!" came the growl from the boy, keeping weapon up.
"In a few days, the remaining Digimon of the remaining Digi-Destined will not have the ability to Digivolve," Axeramon told the boy. The first didn't seem fazed by the remark, but inside, he knew that it would mean certain doom.
"And you intend to kill them on that day?" the first asked, slowly lowering his weapon. He wanted to hear this out.
"I think you know the answer to that question…" Axeramon answered, smirking. The first now lowered his weapon all the way.
"One day, I would've asked 'why?'," the first replied softly. "But now…after seeing all that you have done, I can only pray the Digital World will forgive your sins once you all are deleted." Axeramon remained silent, turning around and leaving the boy alone.
"I hope they will forgive our sins as well," Axeramon thought, lowering his head as he continued to walk away.
* * * * * *
"What was that about?" asked the second, approached his companion and standing by his side.
"We will have a predicament, and only I will be able to stop it…" was the answer. The young boy slowly raised his weapon once more, admiring the blade with sick remorse. A blade that caused so much grief will be his key to success.
The weapon shimmered with emerald energy, dissipating at the will of the user.
"I have to be prepared for it," the first concluded, turning to face the other. "We need to practice…a lot…" The second nodded, seeing the grave situation. Weapons were raised once more as another training session was about to embark.
"Isn't sort of strange how we trust the word of the one that we are out to destroy?" the second asked, awaiting the assault from his companion. The first didn't reply, because deep down, he knew that the three were doing this for the better of the Digital World, for all it was worth to him. The fact that the two reminding Digimon were helping him and his compatriot was a sign of something that ran deeper. Something was threatening the Digital World, yes, the first did believe that, but he also believed that it wasn't Serangmon and his company that were threatening it.
"It has to something else…" he thought, distracted slightly and leaving himself open to get his ribs slapped by the side of his companions blade. He cursed for his sloppiness, and retaliated, fighting at double the effort.
* * * * * *
Marc knocked lightly on the door, but Ioji just as quickly opened the door.
"Yeah, Sora said to expect ya," he told the human. Xemon remained hidden inside Marc's backpack, trying to remain as still as possible. He quickly turned around and shouted out for Sora. There was a muffled reply.
"She's coming," Ioji told Marc, turning back around to face him. "Man, you two are getting close. Something in the air?"
"Er…?" Marc muttered, unsure how else to respond.
"Come on, there has to be something between you two," he exaggerated. "You two have been seeing each other quite a bit now." Marc blushed partially, embarrassed.
"I-it's nothing of that sort…" he stammered. Sora quickly, yet softly, shoved her cousin out of the way. Biyomon remained stiff as a doll in Sora's arms.
"And just what were you two talking about?" she asked harshly. Ioji shrugged, waving good bye and closing the door. Sora's eyes fell on Marc.
"I'm really not so sure myself…" Marc answered, taking his Digivice. "Anyway, we should be concentrating on searching." Sora nodded, as did Biyomon when she knew she didn't have to pretend anymore. Marc led the group to somewhere more private and released Xemon from the bag.
"We need to work on better methods of sneaking around," Xemon gasped, inhaling cold winter air. Marc shrugged, about to open another Digital Portal.
"Wait," Sora quickly spoke, grabbing the arm that Marc had the Digivice in. Marc was surprised by Sora's sudden movement. He lowered his Digivice slowly, confused. "Do you have a plan of search?"
"Err…I was hoping Tibbs would have one once we find him in the Digital World," Marc answered. Sora shook her head, a bit disappointed.
"Use your head," she told Marc. "Doing random searching isn't going to get anything done in there. You need a plan, and you can't rely on someone else all the time. We might not be able to find Tiberius, and then our trip would have been in vain."
"Geeze," Marc protested, pulling his arm away from Sora's grip. He rubbed the arm slowly, impression made from Sora's force. "I'm not the type to plan ahead. Take things on instinct. Let the planning go to those with the Crest of Logic or Knowledge, but definitely not me." Sora regarded Marc for a few minutes, looking from head to toe of the boy. She bowed her head, apologizing for hurting Marc.
"But without a plan, we won't be able to do much," Sora spoke.
"I have faith," Marc responded lightly, turning his back towards Sora and preparing once again to open the Digital Portal.
"No, you have Hope…" Sora thought, lowering her head once more. Biyomon tugged lightly on Sora's pants, attracting her attention. The pink bird smiled lightly, getting a smile back from Sora.
"Let's go, Sora" Biyomon told her partner. Sora nodded, approaching Marc as he waited for Sora's acknowledgement.
"Ready when you are," she told Marc. Marc glanced down at Xemon by his feet. He nodded as well. The party was ready for travel.
* * * * * *
"How goes it?" Shastina asked, surprised to find Tiberius searching, but glad as well. The more people searching in one day, the better their chances are at finding their target. Toramon stood by Shastina's side, taking a short break after a long race towards Tiberius when they caught his signal.
"Not to well," Tiberius responded softly, Lepumon lying down, tired from searching. "But if and when Marc and Sora get here, we should be able to cover more sectors. If Tao is hiding from us, he can't hide from all of us at the same time. One of us is bound to find him." Shastina nodded in agreement.
"Then we should find Marc and Sora first, work out something from there," Shastina suggested. As if on cue, both Digivices the two carried went off, detecting another two signals close by.
"I guess that's them," Tiberius commented, looking towards the direction the signal is coming from. "Can Toramon take us all?" Shastina looked over to her Digimon. The Digimon lowered her head.
"Get on," she spoke, awaiting her passengers. Shastina looked back at Tiberius. He didn't need an answer, he got onto Toramon, Lepumon leaping onto his lap. Shastina followed.
"Hold on," Shastina warned Tiberius. Before Tiberius could sufficiently 'fasten' himself to the Digimon, Toramon bolted, startling Tiberius and Lepumon, but both quickly regained their balance. "I warned," came Shastina's joking voice. She looked back and grinned.
* * * * * *
"So, what's the plan?" Marc asked Tiberius once the four met. Each human sat in a circle, their Digimon sitting on their lap.
"Line up of four, sector by sector search, four lines at a time?" Tiberius suggested, unsure how else to do it. "It's systematic."
"But our Digimon move at different speeds," Sora spoke. "I really don't think any of your Digimon can keep up to pace with Birdramon."
"Why not a circle pattern then?" Shastina suggested. "The slow groups take the interior while the faster groups search the circumference of the designated circle."
"Would work, except for the fact it'd take us forever to remake a circle in another region once we're done that one," Tiberius countered, thinking of another solution.
"Well, it's quite clear we aren't getting anywhere with this," Marc commented, lying down against the grass.
"Well, if you're so good, what would you suggest?" Sora asked. All eyes fell onto Marc, though he didn't notice.
"If we're searching for Tao, we might not need a plan," Marc reasoned. "A plan takes to long to initiate, and if Tao wants to remain hidden from us, we don't have the luxury of time."
"We should just spread out and search everywhere in some unorganized fashion," he continued, sitting back up. "Keep Tao guessing, and when one of us does find him, quickly alert the others to converge on his position." The other three exchanged glances. The plan might not be at all sophisticated, but Marc put up some valid points.
"Alright, I guess it's agreed then," Tiberius spoke, standing up. Lepumon leaped off his lap, ready to go. "Be quick about it if you find him, alright?" The other nodded in agreement. Shastina quickly broke from the circle. She lifted the Digivice towards Tigramon, Digivolving her into Toramon. Before anyone could ask where she was headed, the two jetted off.
"Keep in touch," Tiberius told the other two, heading in an direction opposite of that from Shastina.
"And I thought you said to leave the planning to those with the Crest of Knowledge and Logic," Sora joked, taking her Digivice. "See you later Marc." She began to walk off, Digivolving Biyomon.
Birdramon cawed, allowing Sora to clamber onto her talon before taking off.
"Well, that doesn't leave us with much of a choice, now does it?" Marc asked rhetorically. Xemon nodded, following Marc in the direction no one ventured as of yet.
* * * * * *
Serangmon handed Axeramon a small device, a black bracelet of sorts that fit snugly around Axeramon's left arm.
"Do you think they will pass the ordeal when you confront them with that?" Serangmon asked, referring to the new device. Axeramon glanced down at the black bracelet, a bracelet that would be better suited for Drowsmon, but nevertheless, it'll do.
"I think they will," Axeramon answered. "They haven't disappointed yet. I don't think they intend to disappoint now, especially with the one that can fight."
"So, they will survive your next encounter…" Serangmon mused, almost a bit sadly.
"Yes," Axeramon answered, trying to remain calm.
"I guess…then…this is where we say farewell…" Serangmon told Axeramon. The other Digimon nodded, provoking the Angel Digimon to raise his right arm. Axeramon gripped the Angel Digimon's right arm with his own, the two in a strong handshake.
"It was good to fight by your side all these years," Serangmon told his companion.
"As it was for you," was the response. Both Digimon bowed their head, before Axeramon departed to find his prey.
"Our loyalty will be our destruction," Serangmon thought. "How ironic, in order the save the world we live in, we must die for it." He chuckled lightly, turning around and back to his chambers. The Angel Digimon had much work to do.
* * * * * *
"Bukkomon…Digivolve to…Kagepumon!"
The black armoured rabbit stepped forward, unsure how to attack the massive blob of a Digimon that they confronted during their search.
"Call for back up?" Kagepumon suggested, standing between the blob and his friend.
"Already did," Tiberius answered, analysing the blob or mud and dirt, somehow able to retain a form despite the fact it was pure mud.
Dumarmon: Toxic Digimon. The unusual genetic structure allows this Digimon to retain a solid form with liquid parts. Stores toxic fumes within the body. Attacks: Mass Driver, Terror Spore. An Ultimate level Digimon.
"Well, that's just great to know," Tiberius spoke sarcastically.
"What is?" Kagepumon asked.
"It's a Digimon that can poison!" Tiberius protested. "Be careful!"
"Like you needed to tell me that!" Kagepumon shouted back, cautious now. It wouldn't do him good if got poisoned, thus hindering his fighting skills.
"MASS DRIVER!"
Four blasts of supposedly solid balls blasted from the blob and directly towards Kagepumon.
"Woah!" he shouted, leaping high into the air to avoid the attack.
"TECTONIC THUNDER!"
Kagepumon landed back onto the ground with a thud, starting an earthquake. Dumarmon held his ground, seemingly unfazed until the ground opened up beside, spewing out golden energy at the Digimon. It 'cried' out, but stayed 'standing'.
"Well, that didn't work," Kagepumon thought.
"JISHIN DESTROY!"
Once again, the ground quaked, spewing forth rocks and earth that smashed against the blob known as Dumarmon. Again, it cried out in pain, but just refused to go down without a major fight.
"That's one tough nut you decided to run into," Shastina commented, finding a way to get beside Tiberius.
"It wasn't my idea, it wanted to pick a fight," Tiberius protested, trying to defend himself.
"Fight now, talk later," Shastina quickly spoke, silencing her friend. Keikokumon stayed on one side while Kagepumon on another, the blob Digimon in between the two.
"JISHIN DESTROY!" "TECTONIC THUNDER!"
The ground rumbled, as if the land was being uprooted from what kept it down. Golden energy and rock shards blasted everywhere, all directed towards Dumarmon, but the blob absorbed the damage as though it was nothing.
"I don't know what the hell that is, but it doesn't seem to be hurt by their attacks," Tiberius cried out. Shastina remained silent, watching their Digimon evade Mass Driver attacks. Sure, the attacks were easy to avoid, but if their Digimon can't hurt that blob, then the Digimon will eventually get exhausted, and then it will all be over.
"We need an alternative," Shastina told Tiberius.
"Well, we better get one and fast!" Tiberius responded.
"BEAM OF CONVERGENCE!"
The blast of fire and ice slammed into the blob, momentarily stunning it. The fire half of the attack did nothing to hurt the blob, but the ice part froze some of the blob's body.
"Well, that worked out, sort of," Marc commented, joining his other friends. Vormon did the same, making a triangle, each Digimon being one of the vertexes, their target in the middle.
"Even so, it'll take forever to freeze that Digimon over," Tiberius spoke. "We need more ice power if we want to continue with this."
"Well, more ice, coming right up!" Marc exclaimed, loading his Crest of Friendship onto his Digivice.
"Vormon…let's step it up one!" Marc shouted out. He was about to point the Digivice in the Digimon's direction until Tiberius' Digivice began to react. Eyes from the humans fell onto the item, the Crest of Knowledge becoming whole for a brief second. The supposedly faded side was again faded, though a blast of purple energy surged from the Digivice and into Marc's Digivice, completing a Crest transfer. The faded half of the Crest of Knowledge was now in the hands of Marc.
"Alright, we'll step it up this way them," Marc thought, pointing the Digivice in Vormon's direction.
"Vormon…Digivolve to…"
The dragon Digimon let out a roar, body surging with energy. The Dragon slowly grew some more, the skin colour changing into a yellow tone. Lightning energy blasted out of his back, suddenly contained by two organic like shafts. They bent forward, beginning to resemble wings made completely of electricity. The new Digimon's claws glistened, revealing the sharpness.
"Tokkanmon!"
The awe of a lightning dragon struck all, and with that moment of pause, Tokkanmon decided to strike.
"THUNDER PUNCH!"
The Dragon Digimon flew forward with amazing speed, electricity charging into his claw. With one strong swipe, electricity went from point A to point B, conducing through the water like body of the blob. There was an agonising 'cry' of pain from the blob.
"BLAZE OF LIGHTING!"
Tokkanmon leaped back, his body suddenly morphing into that of complete lightning. The ball of lightning darted forward, crashing through the blob and reforming back into Tokkanmon on the other side. Dumarmon 'fell' onto the ground, flattening out. Slowly, Kagepumon and Keikokumon approached the blob, wondering if it was dead or not.
"TERROR SPORE!"
Dumarmon suddenly exploded into a spray of toxic waste, blasting over all three Digimon. The toxic waste soon turned into data, as did Dumarmon itself, but no before infecting the three Digimon with his poison. Each quickly changed back to their Rookie form.
"Tigramon!" Shastina shouted with concern, rushing forward to check her partner.
"No, stop!" came the voice, halting Shastina in her tracks. Eyes went up towards the source of the voice: a humanoid Digimon with eagle like wings that had angel feathers. A red band was tied on his left arm.
"You'll get infected to if you touch them," he spoke, slowly floating down onto the ground.
"Who…are you?" Marc asked. Tiberius scanned the Digimon.
Celeaglemon: Angel/Eagle Digimon. A rare breed of Digimon where an eagle with holy powers will come to strike divine retribution. Attacks: Celestial Charge, Angel Eagle. An Ultimate level Digimon.
"Well, I guess Tiberius would know already…" Celeaglemon spoke, stepping into the middle of the three fallen Digimon. He looked up, seeing Sora and Birdramon coming quickly. The Ultimate level Digimon was winced at the sight, and decided to make this process quick.
"Heal Aura…" Celeaglemon spoke softly, his body emitting a holy aura. The aura expanded outwards, touching each Digimon and curing them off all ailments. Slowly, the light subsided, revealing the form of a very familiar Digimon.
"Harriermon!?" all three Digi-Destined cried out as the Digimon began to recover their senses. Harriermon shook his head, taking off towards the distance quickly.
"Harrier!!" Birdramon exclaimed, surprised and gave chase towards the smaller Digimon.
A Sonic Sword attack blasted out from nowhere, directed towards Birdramon. She was forced to dodge or be knocked out of the sky.
"What?!" Sora exclaimed, almost getting thrown off when Birdramon had to dodge another Sonic Sword. It was then that the flying Digimon knew that if she pursued, she would get knocked out of the sky for good.
"Harrier…" she whispered, unable to let him go, but had no choice.
Fin
Completed: 03/09/01
