Preacher's Second fic! YAY^_^(not including poems). For all you Wizy
diehards out there, and for you back at the sites and shrines, relief
is here! The (semi-awaited) sequel to Wizardmon's Quest Part 1, (duh)
Wizardmon's Quest Part 2!! This one has FAR more action. There's even a
big fight scene!! So, If you like this,
PLLLLLEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSSEEEEEEEE review. K'? So, enjoy!
Dedicated to Gemluck, who has courage I admire, and to Catwoman, her
pal. Also as a (late) B-Day present to Diamond Rose! ^_^;; Enjoy!
(Again)
WIZARDMON'S QUEST PART TWO: Battle for Peace
The castle of Ninjamon was looming in the distance. The areas
surrounding it for miles were either camps for his henchmen, Samuraimon,
or burned remnants of what used to be lush jungle. Wizardmon gazed at
the sea of stars above him. He decided he would save any flying skills
for later, choosing to walk the vast spans of charred ground. A sudden
movement off to his right made him glance over, pulling out his staff.
A tall, armored figure leapt into the moonlight.
Data screen, Wizardmon narrating.
This is a Samuraimon! His fighting abilities are good, but he's arrogant.
His attack is Samurai Blade, which can cut a stone wall in two!
"Well, Wizardmon, we were expecting you!" The Samuraimon said in a
grating voice as four others materialized out of the night. Wizardmon
turned, his eyes hard. "I don't want to fight you. Move, or there will
be bloodshed here." The Samuraimon laughed, raising the sword above its
head. "Ha! You traitor to Myotismon, do you think we would trust you?
SAMURAI BLADE!" Wizardmon sidestepped the blade attack, delivering a
hefty blow to the Samuraimon's back with his staff. "I told you to move.
What do I have to do to get you to understand?" Another Samuraimon with
a lot of guts charged straight at him, swinging his sword. Wizardmon
took a fighting stance. "BetaThunderBall!" Wizardmon's Thunder Ball
appeared in his hand, then turned blue and started to sparkle. He
launched it full force at the Samuraimon, turning it into a pile of
pixels, which were blown away on the night breeze. The other three
Samuraimon who hadn't charged backed away. The leader of the group got
to his feet, a thin trickle of blood coming from his mouth. Wizardmon
continued walking along, ignoring the curses and challenges of the
beaten leader behind him.
The castle of Ninjamon seemed to swallow up the horizon. Wizardmon
estimated another three miles to the front gates, and was figuring the
best was to go, when...
"Hey you! You better get offa my land, or I'm a comin' atcha!" A loud,
brash voice called. Wizardmon turned around to see a short, green
lizard with a long tail, quite unlike a Geckomon, hopping up and down.
Data screen.
I didn't know who this was at first, but he's a Trickmon. He has a
nasty disposition for strangers, but he's actually a nice fellow.
Talks funny, but a reliable Digimon. His attacks are Yo-yo Spinner,
Trip Attack, and Trick Strike.
The little lizard had taken out a yo-yo and was using it as a flail,
spinning it around himself at a high speed. "I'm gonna break yoah neck,
sonny boy! I hate you Sam-ri-mon!" he shouted. He took a better look at
Wizardmon, and stopped spinning. "Yoah not a Sam-ri-mon! Wot choo doin'
heah?" Wizardmon pondered telling a false name, then considered against
it. "I am Wizardmon, and I'm heading to fight Ninjamon." The little
Trickmon laughed, rocking itself back and forth. "Yoah sick, chubs. No
one in their right mind would fight Ninjamon. He's big! He's strong!
He's even got a shiny sword!" Said the Trickmon, pronouncing sword like
shord. "I don't care, he is even worse than Myotismon. I still hold a
grudge against him, too." The little lizard almost fell over. "You need
to be brought up to date, brothah. My-oh-tish-mon's long dead! Ev'ry one
here'bout knows that!" Wizardmon found it bizarre that everyone on this
continent was kept up to date on everything. "How do you know about
Myotismon?" Wizardmon asked in a harsh voice. "Its simple, chubs!
Piximon's brothah, Spritemon lives heah! He's not as powerful as
Piximon, but still a good fighter. His brother keeps him up to date."
Author's Note: Sprites are like pixies, in case you wonder. Also, keep
in mind this is after the Digidestined return, but before Piximon is
killed by the Dark Masters. PS: I'll probably write a Piximon story, if
I have time. What do you think? Leave a review!
"I see. Well, if you'll excuse me, I must be going. I still have a
distance to cover before nightfall." Wizardmon politely ended the
conversation, striking a steady pace to the castle. The Trickmon
bounced alongside him, talking faster than before. "Ya know, I like you.
Brave. I like bravery. Mind if I come along witcha?" He asked, tension
thick in his voice. Wizardmon was shocked. He had been traveling alone
for months, now this little Digimon wanted to join him? Wizardmon
smiled beneath the high collar he wore. "You want to come along? Fine.
But here are the rules. No cowardly actions, no turning back, and no
pigging out on the food. Agreed?" The Trickmon nodded sagely. "Agreed,
Chubs." He said, scampering ahead.
Author's Note: 'Chubs' does not refer to Wizardmon's stature. Period.
End of sentence. Also, Brothah (see below) doesn't mean the two are
related.
Wizardmon and Trickmon were lying atop a sandy hill, just out of view
of the Samuraimon patrols. "So, brothah, what's our plan?" Asked
Trickmon. "Well, we need a distraction." Trickmon giggled. "Say no more.
Trip Attack!" Trickmon's Yo-yo shot a short distance, tripping a
Samuraimon who had ventured too close. The Samuraimon rolled downhill
and smashed into a group of Samuraimon gathered around a small cooking
fire. The next scene has mayhem, as all of the guards were either
struggling to get up, or were running around on fire, alerting other
patrols who ran around trying to find out what happened, none coming
close to Wizardmon and Trickmon, who were silently sneaking into the
castle.
The musty castle had a high entrance chamber, with two staircases, one
running up, and one down. "Which way?" Trickmon's voice echoed and
amplified off the walls, making quite a din. Four Samuraimon appeared
at the base of the downward steps, yelling "Hey, you!" Wizardmon didn't
hesitate. "Up. Now." Trickmon didn't need to be told twice. Both of
them ran up the stairs, or more appropriately, Trickmon ran, Wizardmon
floated. The stairs led to a pair of thick iron doors. Both of them ran
inside, but the doors swung closed magically behind them. Trickmon
started to attack the door, but Wizardmon's eyes were focused on a point
about twenty feet ahead of them. A shadow swept across the point, and a
black-garbed figure stood in the shadows. A booming voice rang through
the chamber. "Wizardmon. So nice to see you again. It's been a long
time, friend." Wizardmon's mind was racing. He had heard that voice
somewhere before....
FLASHBACK: A young Wizardmon is standing in an arena. There is a small,
lean figure standing opposite him. An old, wrinkled Digimon stands
behind Wizardmon, and a cloaked figure behind the other fighter.
Wizardmon is facing off against Assassinmon, a wicked little fighter.
The other Digimon are the two's mentors. Assassinmon launches an attack,
Wizardmon blocks and counters. The two go into a cloud of haze, and
Wizardmon comes out on top, pinning down Assassinmon with his staff.
Assassinmon's eyes gleam with the cold fire of vengeance. "I shall get
you, Wizardmon. You shall succumb to me eventually."
Ninjamon is Assassinmon's ultimate form. This one thought ran through
Wizardmon's head like wildfire. "Well, Wizardmon, it seems you remember
me. I'm touched. Wizardmon was shaking uncontrollably, not with fear,
but with rage. "Fool." Wizardmon's voice was trembling. "You came all
this way for a boyhood grudge. You FOOL!" Wizardmon threw himself at
Ninjamon.
Data Screen, Ninjamon narrating.
I am Ninjamon, scourge of the shadows. I am the most powerful ultimate
in the Digiworld! My Ninja Cutter and Shurkien Storm attacks will
annihilate anything that dares to come too close!
Ninjamon easily sidestepped Wizardmon's lunge, and launched a Ninja
Cutter at his unprotected back. In the next couple of seconds, three
things happened. Ninjamon let out a hard, cold laugh. Wizardmon pulled
himself to his feet, a small red stain showing through his cape.
Trickmon leaped and grabbed onto Ninjamon's head, an unexpected attack.
Wizardmon used this advantage. "BETATHUNDERBALL!" The Beta Thunder Ball
shot at Ninjamon, hitting him in the middle of the chest, tearing at
his black leather armor. Ninjamon struggled to his feet. He grabbed
Trickmon, plucking him off his head with ease. Then he cruelly flung
the little Digimon against the wall, where he lay, drifting between
consciousness and unconsciousness. "No....NO! YOU ANIMAL!" Wizardmon
felt power like he never had before. It was coursing through every vein
in his body, making a humming in the air around him.
Far away, at the Koromon village, the elder Koromon was gazing at the
sky. Suddenly, one star stood out brighter than any other.
Above Primary village, that same star shone, causing Elecmon to gaze in
wonder at it.
At the base of Infinity Mountain, Leomon gazed at that star too.
At a small camping site in the middle of File Island, Gatomon looked at
the same star. She felt as though power was radiating from it, but she
could not quite pinpoint the cause.
Back in Ninjamon's castle, Wizardmon dimly realized he had found the
key to defeating Ninjamon. "Ninjamon, I'm paying you back for the
suffering you've caused!!! Wizardmon, Digivolve!!!" A blinding flash
of light engulfed Wizardmon. When the light dimmed enough for normal
eyesight to see what was going on, a new figure stood in the middle of
the light.
Data Screen, Trickmon Narrating.
I don't believe it. That's Magemon, the evolved form of Wizardmon!
He's the power source for anything that deals with magic, good or bad...
and his Mage Blast will show Ninjamon some real pain. Woo-hoo!
Trickmon lapsed into sleep. A red clothed figure, slightly taller that
Wizardmon, stepped from the light. The garments were the same, but the
buckles on the hat and neck were now golden suns. The staff Magemon
carried was an oblong, golden ball with six symmetrically arranged
points, each about ten inches long. "Ninjamon, your deeds are worthy
of no thanks. You have caused only pain and suffering wherever you went.
I shall end your reign of terror, here and now! MAGE BLAST!!" A blinding
light filled the chamber, illuminating Ninjamon's figure. Wizardmon
pointed his staff at Ninjamon. Ninjamon felt fear for the first time in
his life, before a red beam from the staff snuffed out his existence
forever.
Slowly, Wizardmon became aware of his condition. He had run out of
energy and de-Digivolved, and was saved by the slaves of Ninjamon.
The Numemon, Geckomon, and Koromon were grateful, and slowly helped him
recover from his ordeal. Trickmon too received care, although he ticked
off more than one Koromon. However, Wizardmon had an itch-like feeling
that his adventures in Archive were not over yet...
The End
?
So, what do you think? Trust me, It's not over yet. Five positive
reviews mean a sequel. ^_^ There's also more in the works from the
Preacher! (Onepreacher@hotmail.com) Well, that about covers it!
Legal Stuff: Koromon, Geckomon, Gatomon, Numemon, Wizardmon, Leomon,
Elecmon, Thunderball, Digiworld, Digivolve, Digimon and anything
related belong to Saban, Fox Kids, and some other people. I take
credit only for Ninjamon, Shurkien Storm, Ninja Cutter, Beta Thunderball,
Mage Blast, Trickmon, his attacks, Samuraimon and Samurai Blade. E-mail
me if you want to use them, because two of my friends are lawyers.
Made by Preacher in June 10-11, 2000.
diehards out there, and for you back at the sites and shrines, relief
is here! The (semi-awaited) sequel to Wizardmon's Quest Part 1, (duh)
Wizardmon's Quest Part 2!! This one has FAR more action. There's even a
big fight scene!! So, If you like this,
PLLLLLEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSSEEEEEEEE review. K'? So, enjoy!
Dedicated to Gemluck, who has courage I admire, and to Catwoman, her
pal. Also as a (late) B-Day present to Diamond Rose! ^_^;; Enjoy!
(Again)
WIZARDMON'S QUEST PART TWO: Battle for Peace
The castle of Ninjamon was looming in the distance. The areas
surrounding it for miles were either camps for his henchmen, Samuraimon,
or burned remnants of what used to be lush jungle. Wizardmon gazed at
the sea of stars above him. He decided he would save any flying skills
for later, choosing to walk the vast spans of charred ground. A sudden
movement off to his right made him glance over, pulling out his staff.
A tall, armored figure leapt into the moonlight.
Data screen, Wizardmon narrating.
This is a Samuraimon! His fighting abilities are good, but he's arrogant.
His attack is Samurai Blade, which can cut a stone wall in two!
"Well, Wizardmon, we were expecting you!" The Samuraimon said in a
grating voice as four others materialized out of the night. Wizardmon
turned, his eyes hard. "I don't want to fight you. Move, or there will
be bloodshed here." The Samuraimon laughed, raising the sword above its
head. "Ha! You traitor to Myotismon, do you think we would trust you?
SAMURAI BLADE!" Wizardmon sidestepped the blade attack, delivering a
hefty blow to the Samuraimon's back with his staff. "I told you to move.
What do I have to do to get you to understand?" Another Samuraimon with
a lot of guts charged straight at him, swinging his sword. Wizardmon
took a fighting stance. "BetaThunderBall!" Wizardmon's Thunder Ball
appeared in his hand, then turned blue and started to sparkle. He
launched it full force at the Samuraimon, turning it into a pile of
pixels, which were blown away on the night breeze. The other three
Samuraimon who hadn't charged backed away. The leader of the group got
to his feet, a thin trickle of blood coming from his mouth. Wizardmon
continued walking along, ignoring the curses and challenges of the
beaten leader behind him.
The castle of Ninjamon seemed to swallow up the horizon. Wizardmon
estimated another three miles to the front gates, and was figuring the
best was to go, when...
"Hey you! You better get offa my land, or I'm a comin' atcha!" A loud,
brash voice called. Wizardmon turned around to see a short, green
lizard with a long tail, quite unlike a Geckomon, hopping up and down.
Data screen.
I didn't know who this was at first, but he's a Trickmon. He has a
nasty disposition for strangers, but he's actually a nice fellow.
Talks funny, but a reliable Digimon. His attacks are Yo-yo Spinner,
Trip Attack, and Trick Strike.
The little lizard had taken out a yo-yo and was using it as a flail,
spinning it around himself at a high speed. "I'm gonna break yoah neck,
sonny boy! I hate you Sam-ri-mon!" he shouted. He took a better look at
Wizardmon, and stopped spinning. "Yoah not a Sam-ri-mon! Wot choo doin'
heah?" Wizardmon pondered telling a false name, then considered against
it. "I am Wizardmon, and I'm heading to fight Ninjamon." The little
Trickmon laughed, rocking itself back and forth. "Yoah sick, chubs. No
one in their right mind would fight Ninjamon. He's big! He's strong!
He's even got a shiny sword!" Said the Trickmon, pronouncing sword like
shord. "I don't care, he is even worse than Myotismon. I still hold a
grudge against him, too." The little lizard almost fell over. "You need
to be brought up to date, brothah. My-oh-tish-mon's long dead! Ev'ry one
here'bout knows that!" Wizardmon found it bizarre that everyone on this
continent was kept up to date on everything. "How do you know about
Myotismon?" Wizardmon asked in a harsh voice. "Its simple, chubs!
Piximon's brothah, Spritemon lives heah! He's not as powerful as
Piximon, but still a good fighter. His brother keeps him up to date."
Author's Note: Sprites are like pixies, in case you wonder. Also, keep
in mind this is after the Digidestined return, but before Piximon is
killed by the Dark Masters. PS: I'll probably write a Piximon story, if
I have time. What do you think? Leave a review!
"I see. Well, if you'll excuse me, I must be going. I still have a
distance to cover before nightfall." Wizardmon politely ended the
conversation, striking a steady pace to the castle. The Trickmon
bounced alongside him, talking faster than before. "Ya know, I like you.
Brave. I like bravery. Mind if I come along witcha?" He asked, tension
thick in his voice. Wizardmon was shocked. He had been traveling alone
for months, now this little Digimon wanted to join him? Wizardmon
smiled beneath the high collar he wore. "You want to come along? Fine.
But here are the rules. No cowardly actions, no turning back, and no
pigging out on the food. Agreed?" The Trickmon nodded sagely. "Agreed,
Chubs." He said, scampering ahead.
Author's Note: 'Chubs' does not refer to Wizardmon's stature. Period.
End of sentence. Also, Brothah (see below) doesn't mean the two are
related.
Wizardmon and Trickmon were lying atop a sandy hill, just out of view
of the Samuraimon patrols. "So, brothah, what's our plan?" Asked
Trickmon. "Well, we need a distraction." Trickmon giggled. "Say no more.
Trip Attack!" Trickmon's Yo-yo shot a short distance, tripping a
Samuraimon who had ventured too close. The Samuraimon rolled downhill
and smashed into a group of Samuraimon gathered around a small cooking
fire. The next scene has mayhem, as all of the guards were either
struggling to get up, or were running around on fire, alerting other
patrols who ran around trying to find out what happened, none coming
close to Wizardmon and Trickmon, who were silently sneaking into the
castle.
The musty castle had a high entrance chamber, with two staircases, one
running up, and one down. "Which way?" Trickmon's voice echoed and
amplified off the walls, making quite a din. Four Samuraimon appeared
at the base of the downward steps, yelling "Hey, you!" Wizardmon didn't
hesitate. "Up. Now." Trickmon didn't need to be told twice. Both of
them ran up the stairs, or more appropriately, Trickmon ran, Wizardmon
floated. The stairs led to a pair of thick iron doors. Both of them ran
inside, but the doors swung closed magically behind them. Trickmon
started to attack the door, but Wizardmon's eyes were focused on a point
about twenty feet ahead of them. A shadow swept across the point, and a
black-garbed figure stood in the shadows. A booming voice rang through
the chamber. "Wizardmon. So nice to see you again. It's been a long
time, friend." Wizardmon's mind was racing. He had heard that voice
somewhere before....
FLASHBACK: A young Wizardmon is standing in an arena. There is a small,
lean figure standing opposite him. An old, wrinkled Digimon stands
behind Wizardmon, and a cloaked figure behind the other fighter.
Wizardmon is facing off against Assassinmon, a wicked little fighter.
The other Digimon are the two's mentors. Assassinmon launches an attack,
Wizardmon blocks and counters. The two go into a cloud of haze, and
Wizardmon comes out on top, pinning down Assassinmon with his staff.
Assassinmon's eyes gleam with the cold fire of vengeance. "I shall get
you, Wizardmon. You shall succumb to me eventually."
Ninjamon is Assassinmon's ultimate form. This one thought ran through
Wizardmon's head like wildfire. "Well, Wizardmon, it seems you remember
me. I'm touched. Wizardmon was shaking uncontrollably, not with fear,
but with rage. "Fool." Wizardmon's voice was trembling. "You came all
this way for a boyhood grudge. You FOOL!" Wizardmon threw himself at
Ninjamon.
Data Screen, Ninjamon narrating.
I am Ninjamon, scourge of the shadows. I am the most powerful ultimate
in the Digiworld! My Ninja Cutter and Shurkien Storm attacks will
annihilate anything that dares to come too close!
Ninjamon easily sidestepped Wizardmon's lunge, and launched a Ninja
Cutter at his unprotected back. In the next couple of seconds, three
things happened. Ninjamon let out a hard, cold laugh. Wizardmon pulled
himself to his feet, a small red stain showing through his cape.
Trickmon leaped and grabbed onto Ninjamon's head, an unexpected attack.
Wizardmon used this advantage. "BETATHUNDERBALL!" The Beta Thunder Ball
shot at Ninjamon, hitting him in the middle of the chest, tearing at
his black leather armor. Ninjamon struggled to his feet. He grabbed
Trickmon, plucking him off his head with ease. Then he cruelly flung
the little Digimon against the wall, where he lay, drifting between
consciousness and unconsciousness. "No....NO! YOU ANIMAL!" Wizardmon
felt power like he never had before. It was coursing through every vein
in his body, making a humming in the air around him.
Far away, at the Koromon village, the elder Koromon was gazing at the
sky. Suddenly, one star stood out brighter than any other.
Above Primary village, that same star shone, causing Elecmon to gaze in
wonder at it.
At the base of Infinity Mountain, Leomon gazed at that star too.
At a small camping site in the middle of File Island, Gatomon looked at
the same star. She felt as though power was radiating from it, but she
could not quite pinpoint the cause.
Back in Ninjamon's castle, Wizardmon dimly realized he had found the
key to defeating Ninjamon. "Ninjamon, I'm paying you back for the
suffering you've caused!!! Wizardmon, Digivolve!!!" A blinding flash
of light engulfed Wizardmon. When the light dimmed enough for normal
eyesight to see what was going on, a new figure stood in the middle of
the light.
Data Screen, Trickmon Narrating.
I don't believe it. That's Magemon, the evolved form of Wizardmon!
He's the power source for anything that deals with magic, good or bad...
and his Mage Blast will show Ninjamon some real pain. Woo-hoo!
Trickmon lapsed into sleep. A red clothed figure, slightly taller that
Wizardmon, stepped from the light. The garments were the same, but the
buckles on the hat and neck were now golden suns. The staff Magemon
carried was an oblong, golden ball with six symmetrically arranged
points, each about ten inches long. "Ninjamon, your deeds are worthy
of no thanks. You have caused only pain and suffering wherever you went.
I shall end your reign of terror, here and now! MAGE BLAST!!" A blinding
light filled the chamber, illuminating Ninjamon's figure. Wizardmon
pointed his staff at Ninjamon. Ninjamon felt fear for the first time in
his life, before a red beam from the staff snuffed out his existence
forever.
Slowly, Wizardmon became aware of his condition. He had run out of
energy and de-Digivolved, and was saved by the slaves of Ninjamon.
The Numemon, Geckomon, and Koromon were grateful, and slowly helped him
recover from his ordeal. Trickmon too received care, although he ticked
off more than one Koromon. However, Wizardmon had an itch-like feeling
that his adventures in Archive were not over yet...
The End
?
So, what do you think? Trust me, It's not over yet. Five positive
reviews mean a sequel. ^_^ There's also more in the works from the
Preacher! (Onepreacher@hotmail.com) Well, that about covers it!
Legal Stuff: Koromon, Geckomon, Gatomon, Numemon, Wizardmon, Leomon,
Elecmon, Thunderball, Digiworld, Digivolve, Digimon and anything
related belong to Saban, Fox Kids, and some other people. I take
credit only for Ninjamon, Shurkien Storm, Ninja Cutter, Beta Thunderball,
Mage Blast, Trickmon, his attacks, Samuraimon and Samurai Blade. E-mail
me if you want to use them, because two of my friends are lawyers.
Made by Preacher in June 10-11, 2000.