I'm writing this for all of the Wizardmon diehards out there. Myself being one, I thought that a Wizardmon
story would be faboo! I hope you enjoy!
Dedicated to the crew at the Wizardmon Shrine. Thanx for being there!
WIZARDMON'S QUEST PART 1
Wizardmon stood on a high cliff, reviewing the recent run of events. After being hit by the grisly wing, he
was downloaded back to the Digiworld. Somehow. He still didn't know how. Weak and beaten, he slowly
nursed himself back to health. Not only that, but he managed to add several new powers to his repitioire.
Wizardmon allowed himself a rare smile. He had found out through a traveling Geckomon that he was on
some continent he had never heard of, Archive. Wizardmon hovered out off the cliff, setting himself on a
course for the land below.
Walking along a path, Wizardmon kept his senses alert and his mind processing. A small, green figure was
coming towards him, stumbling. He kept his staff ready for action, if need be. The figure appeared to be a
Numemon. Wizardmon relaxed his staff. Numemon are friendly. But this Numemon kept stumbling and
falling. Wizardmon walked towards it, trying to help. Upon closer observation, it was badly hurt. It gazed
up at Wizardmon with passive eyes. Wizardmon knelt slowly and picked it up. He had spotted a Koromon
village not too far back, where he could get medical help. Wizardmon thought of flying, but then
remembered one of his new skills, Teleport. Draining, but effective. "Teleportation!" Wizardmon
disappeared in a blinding flash.
The group of around fifty Koromon at Koromon village were not expecting anyone to turn up. Especially
not in a blinding flash and loud crack. To say the least, they were surprised. But, seeing the stranger had a
wounded Numemon in his arms, they rushed to help. Wizardmon was questioned about the Numemon by
the Koromon chief, who nodded sagely at every detail. A small Koromon who looked about nine came
bouncing into the room, whispered something to the chief, and bounced out. The Koromon elder looked at
Wizardmon for a minute before speaking. "I was informed that your friend has woken up." His voice was
high pitched, as are all Koromon voices. Wizardmon felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders at this
announcement. It was his turn to speak. "What happened to him?" The elder stared off into space as he
spoke. "You told me that you were a stranger to Archive. Archive had been a peaceful place for thousands
of years, as long as anyone could remember. But then a new power came to control. A dark power. This
force was by the name of Ninjamon." Wizardmon turned the name over in his head. He knew he heard it
somewhere…but no matter. The elder continued. "Ninjamon enslaved the digimon of Archive, burned
villages, caused havoc. We were spared due to our remote location. The Numemon you rescued was a slave
in Ninjamon's forces. They work for him, getting whipped and beaten as they strengthen his empire. But
some escaped, like the one you rescued. Wizardmon, you are by far the most powerful digimon among us.
Please, will you battle and defeat Ninjamon?" The elder's voice was imploring. Wizardmon's eyes shone
with a cold fire. "Any creature barbaric enough to do that is as evil as Myotismon. I shall defeat him, even
if it costs me my life!"
To be continued!!!
So, ya like it? If so, review! I'll write a sequel after five or more reviews!
DISCLAIMER: Legal stuff. Well, I don't accept ownership of Wizardmon, Digimon, Numemon,
Koromon, Geckomon, Myotismon, Digiworld, or any related material. But, I will take credit for
"Teleportation" and "Ninjamon". If you use them, then you're in for a fanny kickin' if the patent office gets
ya! (Maybe legal stuff isn't so bad after all….)
Made by Preacher in June, 2000.