I'm pretty sure I came out of my coma twice. The first time, I felt like I was flying, a very unusual situation, but I slipped back a few minutes later. When I fully awakened, I was in a long gray room, somewhat like a cell. Garu was gone, but my chest was burning with pain so much that I couldn't find the strength to call for him. It felt like my whole body was on fire, but as I said, I could not find the strength in me to cry for help.Then I noticed that I was not alone. A girl was standing at the far side of the room, watching me with great intrest. Her bright red hair gave her a look of mischief, while her sparkling green eyes followed my tiny movements.
She smiled, sure that I was aware of her presence. "Nice that you're awake." She said, her voice as bright and wiry as her hair. "You're certainly a mess. Good thing Shiro found you on his patrol. I think you would have died out there without some kind of care. Especially for your chest." She motioned, causing me to notice how my chest was now bound and bandaged, a sharp contrast to the torn and bleeding look. "Where am I?" I whispered, suffering from the pain of speaking. She cocked her head, animal like, and sighed. "I didn't think you were from around here. No one wears such clothes here." She pointed at my torn and bloody rags. "This is the kingdom of Terion, ruled over by my Lord Markam. I am Lady Lerana, a glider. What clan are you from?"
I just stared at her, confused by the information she had given me. "I'm not of a clan. I'm not from here. I don't even know what you are talking about. I'm to guess this isn't Earth then?" She jumped back, shaking fiercely and gasping. "You are of the Digimon Empire then?" She hissed, drawing out a long knife quickly. I shook my head nervously, very sure that she knew how to use the knife. "No! I'm a part of the resistance...or...I was when the resistance existed. I'm all human." I said, seeing her manner ease. "There was a resistance? I'm terribly sorry, I just was afraid. No wonder you were so banged up. I think I'll explain our culture a little bit, so you aren't confused. We bond with animals you see, and my clan rides giant hawks and eagles, so we are called gliders. There are the horsemen, the wolfriders, the liontamers, the dolphinswimmers, and the dragonriders. The dragonriders are the most powerful in magic, and the strongest in battle. They fight for Terion. There are, of course, other kingdoms on Eyron, you know."
I jumped, suddenly realizing the real trouble I was in. Another world! I quickly asked her "Have you seen a man with a fur jacket and white, blue striped hair around? He's my friend, and I need to talk to him." She smiled again, and replied, "Not until we fix you up. You look awful. I'll have Shiro find you something to wear and check you bandage. He's the one who found you, and very strong in magic, so he should be able to tell if you're okay. SHIRO!" She cried, her voice carrying through the stone halls of the building we were in. Soon I heard the sound of boots running up stairs. A young man burst into the room, dressed in bright robes and sparkling jewelry, as Lerana. He wore a small circlet with a large cut sapphire in the middle, and rings and bracelets everywhere else. He even wore earrings. All were bestowed with the same stone, a sapphire. Lerana's jewelry had all the same stone in them too. They were jade. On closer inspection of Shiro however, it wasen't his jewelry that made me aware of him, it was the blonde hair and deep blue eyes that alarmed me.
Sure, he had a long scar down the side of his face, and he was a bit stronger of build, but there was no mistaking the smirk that came across his face. "Yamato?" I croaked, becoming aware once again that my voice was bad. There was no recognition. He just stared at me and turned to Lenara, whispering something to her. He then turned back to me and said, "If you come with me I can get you some clothes, and your wounds need to be checked. We have your friend, and you can meet up with him later." Lerana helped me rise, and I shakily followed Shiro down the stairs. The similarities between Shiro and the friend that I once knew plagued me. The same basic body shape was there, as were the color of hair and eyes. I could see the scar coming from a digimon's attack, so I was firmly convinced that he was Yamato.
While we walked, I could tell Shiro was staring at me, perhaps out of recognition, or maybe of curiosity. He finally talked to me in a room with garments and a bed. "Who are you? Why did you call me that strage name? I've never heard anything like that before." My hopes sunk, but I was still certain that Shiro was Yamato. I tried again. " My name's Ken. Are you sure no one's ever called you Yamato before? Even when you were little?" He stared at me, a look of pure confusion on his face. "No...I can't remember. My memory only goes to about five months ago. I'm sorry, I think you have mistaken me for someone else."
I sighed, turning to the rack of clothing. All of it was strange to me, but anything was better than what I had. I chose a black shirt with a purple leather vest over it, with black slacks. When I washed my face, It was like I was a different person, with features and color instead of just dirt. I also found a pair of soft boots for my sore and wounded feet. Shiro just leaned against the wall, with a look of pure boredom that gave away who he really was, even if he didn't realize it. Garu would though, so I asked to talk to him again. Shiro took me to another room, where Garu sat, also in the bright clothes favored by the Terions.
"Ken!" Shouted Garu, relived that I was alive. He walked over to me and started giving me too many questions to answer. "Hold on!" I insisted, grabbing Garu by the shoulders and directing his gaze toward the silent Shiro. "Does he look familiar to you?"
"Y...Yamato.." stuttered Garu, trying to move over towards him.
"Shh! He dosen't remember anything! I think he's got amnesia or something."
"He'd come back to his senses after he saw me!"
"He didn't remember anything Garu! Just give it up. We'll help him someway." I insisted. Garu just nodded sadly, his eyes never leaving the figure of Shiro leaning against the wall. He growled softly under his breath than turned to me again. "So...what sould we do?" He asked, looking to me for answers. I shook my head and shrugged, unsure. Then an idea came to me. "Garu, we could ask these people for help! They seem friendly enough, and hate the digimon. I think we could get a few to help. Maybe we can stop the digimon then!" Garu's eyes brightened at the suggestion, and I called Shiro over. When I asked him, he shook his head. " I am afraid this kingdom will not help you. There are too many that have been killed to risk fighting the digimon again. But if you wish, I will confer with Lady Lerana to see what can be done. There is a dinensional rip in the field where I found you. I can take you there and you can return to your own world tomorrow. I'll see if anyone will help you." With that, Shiro left.
The next day, I awoke to a tray of breakfast and a note saying that I was to meet Shiro outside. I woke Garu, ate, than went outside. The building we had been in was obviously a castle, with a wide courtyard and huge towers. When I went out, I jumped, for out there sat a great blue dragon, waving its great wings and crying. Sitting upon its neck was Shiro, rubbing the dragon's great neck. When he noticed me, he called out. "Ken! Hurry up, we need to leave now. Someone's waiting for us at the rip." Garu was already on the back of the dragon, and motioned for me to join him. I climbed up, unsteadily slipping from side to side on the wide dragonback. "Let's go Selece." Shiro commanded and the dragon rose into the air, heading toward the rip that would take us home.
She smiled, sure that I was aware of her presence. "Nice that you're awake." She said, her voice as bright and wiry as her hair. "You're certainly a mess. Good thing Shiro found you on his patrol. I think you would have died out there without some kind of care. Especially for your chest." She motioned, causing me to notice how my chest was now bound and bandaged, a sharp contrast to the torn and bleeding look. "Where am I?" I whispered, suffering from the pain of speaking. She cocked her head, animal like, and sighed. "I didn't think you were from around here. No one wears such clothes here." She pointed at my torn and bloody rags. "This is the kingdom of Terion, ruled over by my Lord Markam. I am Lady Lerana, a glider. What clan are you from?"
I just stared at her, confused by the information she had given me. "I'm not of a clan. I'm not from here. I don't even know what you are talking about. I'm to guess this isn't Earth then?" She jumped back, shaking fiercely and gasping. "You are of the Digimon Empire then?" She hissed, drawing out a long knife quickly. I shook my head nervously, very sure that she knew how to use the knife. "No! I'm a part of the resistance...or...I was when the resistance existed. I'm all human." I said, seeing her manner ease. "There was a resistance? I'm terribly sorry, I just was afraid. No wonder you were so banged up. I think I'll explain our culture a little bit, so you aren't confused. We bond with animals you see, and my clan rides giant hawks and eagles, so we are called gliders. There are the horsemen, the wolfriders, the liontamers, the dolphinswimmers, and the dragonriders. The dragonriders are the most powerful in magic, and the strongest in battle. They fight for Terion. There are, of course, other kingdoms on Eyron, you know."
I jumped, suddenly realizing the real trouble I was in. Another world! I quickly asked her "Have you seen a man with a fur jacket and white, blue striped hair around? He's my friend, and I need to talk to him." She smiled again, and replied, "Not until we fix you up. You look awful. I'll have Shiro find you something to wear and check you bandage. He's the one who found you, and very strong in magic, so he should be able to tell if you're okay. SHIRO!" She cried, her voice carrying through the stone halls of the building we were in. Soon I heard the sound of boots running up stairs. A young man burst into the room, dressed in bright robes and sparkling jewelry, as Lerana. He wore a small circlet with a large cut sapphire in the middle, and rings and bracelets everywhere else. He even wore earrings. All were bestowed with the same stone, a sapphire. Lerana's jewelry had all the same stone in them too. They were jade. On closer inspection of Shiro however, it wasen't his jewelry that made me aware of him, it was the blonde hair and deep blue eyes that alarmed me.
Sure, he had a long scar down the side of his face, and he was a bit stronger of build, but there was no mistaking the smirk that came across his face. "Yamato?" I croaked, becoming aware once again that my voice was bad. There was no recognition. He just stared at me and turned to Lenara, whispering something to her. He then turned back to me and said, "If you come with me I can get you some clothes, and your wounds need to be checked. We have your friend, and you can meet up with him later." Lerana helped me rise, and I shakily followed Shiro down the stairs. The similarities between Shiro and the friend that I once knew plagued me. The same basic body shape was there, as were the color of hair and eyes. I could see the scar coming from a digimon's attack, so I was firmly convinced that he was Yamato.
While we walked, I could tell Shiro was staring at me, perhaps out of recognition, or maybe of curiosity. He finally talked to me in a room with garments and a bed. "Who are you? Why did you call me that strage name? I've never heard anything like that before." My hopes sunk, but I was still certain that Shiro was Yamato. I tried again. " My name's Ken. Are you sure no one's ever called you Yamato before? Even when you were little?" He stared at me, a look of pure confusion on his face. "No...I can't remember. My memory only goes to about five months ago. I'm sorry, I think you have mistaken me for someone else."
I sighed, turning to the rack of clothing. All of it was strange to me, but anything was better than what I had. I chose a black shirt with a purple leather vest over it, with black slacks. When I washed my face, It was like I was a different person, with features and color instead of just dirt. I also found a pair of soft boots for my sore and wounded feet. Shiro just leaned against the wall, with a look of pure boredom that gave away who he really was, even if he didn't realize it. Garu would though, so I asked to talk to him again. Shiro took me to another room, where Garu sat, also in the bright clothes favored by the Terions.
"Ken!" Shouted Garu, relived that I was alive. He walked over to me and started giving me too many questions to answer. "Hold on!" I insisted, grabbing Garu by the shoulders and directing his gaze toward the silent Shiro. "Does he look familiar to you?"
"Y...Yamato.." stuttered Garu, trying to move over towards him.
"Shh! He dosen't remember anything! I think he's got amnesia or something."
"He'd come back to his senses after he saw me!"
"He didn't remember anything Garu! Just give it up. We'll help him someway." I insisted. Garu just nodded sadly, his eyes never leaving the figure of Shiro leaning against the wall. He growled softly under his breath than turned to me again. "So...what sould we do?" He asked, looking to me for answers. I shook my head and shrugged, unsure. Then an idea came to me. "Garu, we could ask these people for help! They seem friendly enough, and hate the digimon. I think we could get a few to help. Maybe we can stop the digimon then!" Garu's eyes brightened at the suggestion, and I called Shiro over. When I asked him, he shook his head. " I am afraid this kingdom will not help you. There are too many that have been killed to risk fighting the digimon again. But if you wish, I will confer with Lady Lerana to see what can be done. There is a dinensional rip in the field where I found you. I can take you there and you can return to your own world tomorrow. I'll see if anyone will help you." With that, Shiro left.
The next day, I awoke to a tray of breakfast and a note saying that I was to meet Shiro outside. I woke Garu, ate, than went outside. The building we had been in was obviously a castle, with a wide courtyard and huge towers. When I went out, I jumped, for out there sat a great blue dragon, waving its great wings and crying. Sitting upon its neck was Shiro, rubbing the dragon's great neck. When he noticed me, he called out. "Ken! Hurry up, we need to leave now. Someone's waiting for us at the rip." Garu was already on the back of the dragon, and motioned for me to join him. I climbed up, unsteadily slipping from side to side on the wide dragonback. "Let's go Selece." Shiro commanded and the dragon rose into the air, heading toward the rip that would take us home.