Fate's Decree
Scene: The rubble around the battlefield of Myotismon's death. Benjamon snoozes, exhausted from a combination of exertion, sleepless nights, and Digivolving to Psisauromon. The Digi-Destined and their Digimon are celebrating over their victory.
Benjamon shifted in the pile of rubble, dust cascading off his blue jeans and long-sleeved gray shirt. The ninth Digivice he mysteriously possessed was clipped on his waistband, a gleaming square of mirror polished chrome.
Kari looked over at the softly snoring, brown-hair teenager who had come out of nowhere to help. "Should we wake him up?" she asked, turning back to her friends and brother.
"I estimate he expended energy in excess of 20 million kilocalories to get here and fight," Izzy stated, typing at his computer, "And even with what our Digimon can output during Digivolution and attacking, that rating surpasses them by an approximate multiple of five hundred thousand." Numbers flashed across Izzy's screen.
"In English, please?" Tai asked, scratching his head.
"I think he means that running all the way here from across the Pacific and then taking on Myotismon alone for as long as he did is very tiring, and we should let him sleep." Joe said, taking Benjamon's glasses off and inspecting them. "Hmm. Nice frames."
"Precisely correct, Joe." Izzy agreed.
"What we should do is get him a new set of clothes!" Mimi said, "Grey and blue is just so 1990's!"
"If he's asleep, he can't give us problems. I don't trust him." Matt said gruffly, crossing his arms and looking away.
"Hey! I got an E-mail from Gennai!" Izzy suddenly exclaimed, bringing up the message.
Everyone crowded around the small screen of the pineapple computer to see...
A small animation of the wizened old Digimon appeared on Izzy's desktop, jumping and waving its arms.
"Hello, there!" the computer said in Gennai's voice. "I've just finished translating an ancient tablet that has a very interesting message!" The screen switched to display a rough, sort of golden-brown wall with runes inscribed in it. "Now, this may look like a graham cracker, but it isn't! It's a tablet that has a message written on it!" Odd white characters popped up and scrolled across the bottom of the screen. "It says: At the hour of the beast, the fallen shall chant the name of the undead king of the Digiworld, and he will return. Then, angels will shoot arrows of light and hope
"People will chant the name of the undead king. The sky will be darkened with the wings of many bats. The clock will strike the hour of the beast. Then, angels of hope and light will shoot arrows at their loved ones, and a miracle will happen. Please recycle."
The Digi-Destined left, and Benjamon slept on.
A great peal of thunder rolled over the city, and Benjamon sat up in surprise. "Huh?" He checked his Digivice for the time. Ten minutes after six. He looked around, and saw no one on the roof. "Hello? Anyone?" he called, standing up, then stretching. The thunder rolled a second time, and Benjamon scratched his head... "Wait... That isn't thunder..." he waited. The booming noise echoed above the city again. "That's LAUGHTER!" he whirled around, and saw a great demonic shape tower above the ruins of the city. "What in the Digiworld?" he gasped, and jumped off the building.
The air whistled about his plummeting body, cold and refreshing. He didn't bend his knees with the impact when he hit the ground; rather, the cement about him shattered explosively, radiating cracks from underneath his feet.
Benjamon stood for several moments, looking about the piles of debris. He saw a small flash of red, and ran.
"Here it is!" he proudly said to himself, dusting off a battered backpack and pulling it on over his shoulders. "I hope I'm not late for... whatever is happening out there."
Benjamon dashed off towards the huge, bat-winged shape in the gloom.
He loped smoothly through the empty streets, hurtling abandoned cars and fallen towers. Soon, the shape of the creature gave way to a definite image, and Benjamon skidded to a halt...
"MYOTISMON?!"
Benjamon looked up at the masked face of Venomyotismon and gaped. He then saw Angemon and Angewoman getting ready to fire, and smiled, briefly, before realizing they weren't aiming for the demon, but for...
"TAI MATT!" He shouted, any other words or punctuation lost as his thoughts stopped and he began to run as fast as he could towards the two Digi-Destined, jumped to knock them out of the way...
And disappeared.
stop.
Benjamon's arms closed about nothing. In fact, there was nothing. Black. Void. Abyss. He could see himself, but that was it.
who are you?
Words hung in the emptiness, produced of emptiness, making Benjamon feel he was reading them, for he heard no sounds.
"Uh... I am Benjamon..." he said meekly, then stood up, lay down, or maybe stood on his head in the absence of any reference point. He composed himself and continued. "Who are you? If you brought me here for conversation, I'd at least like something to address."
remove your backpack.
"What? ... ... Well, why not." He mumbled to himself, sliding the straps off and pushing his pack away from him.
The straps of the pack twisted into loops that started to glow, and the bag unzipped, his belongings pushed together.
"You've got to be kidding..." Benjamon said, blinking at the absurd face in front of him.
you asked for an avatar.
The unzipped mouth of the backpack face opened and closed in time with the words, the glowing loop eyes blinking every so often.
"I changed my mind. Unpersonify my pack, and just... talk? To me." He said, reaching for his possessions, which suddenly returned to a mundane state.
very well. what are you?
"Wait! You never answered my question!" Benjamon exclaimed as he put his pack on again.
we are the creators.
"Of what?" Benjamon asked, looking at the void ironically.
you must answer first.
"I am a Digimon, all right?"
we did not create you.
"So you created the Digiworld?"
yes. where are you from?
"America, why should that matter to you?"
we are the creators. we know all Digimon. we do not know you. where are you from?
"I already said! America, didn't you hear me?"
we hear. where are you from?
"Look! I just...oh. You don't mean... I don't know where I came from."
we understand. do you have a question?
"Huh? Um. Why am I here," Benjamon started, then hastily added, "In this void?"
you were about to interfere.
"In what?"
in destiny.
"Greaaat." Benjamon said sarcastically. "That makes it nice and specific." He snorted soundlessly. "What destiny?"
that of the Digi-Destined. why did you try to stop them from completing the prophecy?
"Prophecy? What prophecy?"
answer.
"Because I was afraid they'd get hurt. What prophecy?!"
that the defeat of Venomyotismon would require that Tai and Matt would be shot by arrows of light to create the conditions for their Digimon to warp-Digivolve to mega level.
"And you stopped me because I would have changed their destiny, is that it?" Benjamon asked, crossing his arms across his chest and possibly tapping his foot impatiently.
yes. we cannot allow interference in an event so important. you are unknown to us. we know you want to help, but cannot be sure that you won't change the path of destiny from the desired course. do you understand?
"Yes, of course I do! This is simple. Temporal paradoxes are another story. So, are you planning to keep me in limbo forever?" Benjamon sighed, taking out a book from his backpack.
no. we will let you go with the Digi-Destined. we will be watching. you will know when you should not interfere.
"That's a relief. Say, could you return me to a place away from the battlefield? If I am to go with the Digi-Destined, I should go get some supplies." Benjamon said hopefully, returning the book to a pocket.
we can. you have another question?
Benjamon paused. "Could you find out... where I am from, if not your design?"
we can try, little Benjamon.
Benjamon winced. "Don't call me that. Can we get a move on, then?"
farewell, Benjamon. we will watch.
Benjamon suddenly reappeared in the real world, standing against a wall.
"Interesting... I'm outside of fate...Ankha, like Sparhawk." He murmured, then set off in search of a store to buy supplies or, if need be, loot.
Benjamon ignored the sounds of battle, and visited pharmacies, sporting good stores, an abandoned supermarket... he paid where possible and stole where convenient. He was, after all, going to be going with the Digi-Destined, and who knew what they would need.
Venomyotismon was defeated; his particles scattered to the wind. The deadly interface between the Digiworld and the real world had formed, and the Digi-Destined were going back. A large circle of rainbow light had formed from the Digivices, and Joe had just managed to get himself caught upside down in the light.
"Hey! Wait up!" Benjamon yelled, running up with a huge red camping backpack.
"Not HIM again!" Matt grumbled, frowning slightly.
"Pardon me, Ma'am. Sir..." Benjamon apologized, running around Matt and T.K.'s divorced parents.
Upon reaching the edge of the circle, Benjamon's Digivice glowed, sending up a silver spiral around the rainbow beam.
"Wait!" T.K.'s mother cried, "You were the one who nearly knocked me off the dock!"
Benjamon turned, and bowed, suddenly started pinwheeling his arms, and fell to the ground under the enormous pack. "Yes, and I'm sorry, I was in a bit of a hurry to help your sons..." he said, picking himself up. . "I swear that I'll do my best to protect them from harm."
"I don't know if I can trust you, but...Thank you." she murmured, and Benjamon dashed back to the circle to hop in along with the other Digimon and Digi-Destined who were already saying their good-byes.
"Good-bye, earth." He said, quietly, having no one to say a farewell to.
The Digi-Destined ascended on a rainbow, and the one without a destiny merely rode along, a single tear in his golden eye.
Scene: The rubble around the battlefield of Myotismon's death. Benjamon snoozes, exhausted from a combination of exertion, sleepless nights, and Digivolving to Psisauromon. The Digi-Destined and their Digimon are celebrating over their victory.
Benjamon shifted in the pile of rubble, dust cascading off his blue jeans and long-sleeved gray shirt. The ninth Digivice he mysteriously possessed was clipped on his waistband, a gleaming square of mirror polished chrome.
Kari looked over at the softly snoring, brown-hair teenager who had come out of nowhere to help. "Should we wake him up?" she asked, turning back to her friends and brother.
"I estimate he expended energy in excess of 20 million kilocalories to get here and fight," Izzy stated, typing at his computer, "And even with what our Digimon can output during Digivolution and attacking, that rating surpasses them by an approximate multiple of five hundred thousand." Numbers flashed across Izzy's screen.
"In English, please?" Tai asked, scratching his head.
"I think he means that running all the way here from across the Pacific and then taking on Myotismon alone for as long as he did is very tiring, and we should let him sleep." Joe said, taking Benjamon's glasses off and inspecting them. "Hmm. Nice frames."
"Precisely correct, Joe." Izzy agreed.
"What we should do is get him a new set of clothes!" Mimi said, "Grey and blue is just so 1990's!"
"If he's asleep, he can't give us problems. I don't trust him." Matt said gruffly, crossing his arms and looking away.
"Hey! I got an E-mail from Gennai!" Izzy suddenly exclaimed, bringing up the message.
Everyone crowded around the small screen of the pineapple computer to see...
A small animation of the wizened old Digimon appeared on Izzy's desktop, jumping and waving its arms.
"Hello, there!" the computer said in Gennai's voice. "I've just finished translating an ancient tablet that has a very interesting message!" The screen switched to display a rough, sort of golden-brown wall with runes inscribed in it. "Now, this may look like a graham cracker, but it isn't! It's a tablet that has a message written on it!" Odd white characters popped up and scrolled across the bottom of the screen. "It says: At the hour of the beast, the fallen shall chant the name of the undead king of the Digiworld, and he will return. Then, angels will shoot arrows of light and hope
"People will chant the name of the undead king. The sky will be darkened with the wings of many bats. The clock will strike the hour of the beast. Then, angels of hope and light will shoot arrows at their loved ones, and a miracle will happen. Please recycle."
The Digi-Destined left, and Benjamon slept on.
A great peal of thunder rolled over the city, and Benjamon sat up in surprise. "Huh?" He checked his Digivice for the time. Ten minutes after six. He looked around, and saw no one on the roof. "Hello? Anyone?" he called, standing up, then stretching. The thunder rolled a second time, and Benjamon scratched his head... "Wait... That isn't thunder..." he waited. The booming noise echoed above the city again. "That's LAUGHTER!" he whirled around, and saw a great demonic shape tower above the ruins of the city. "What in the Digiworld?" he gasped, and jumped off the building.
The air whistled about his plummeting body, cold and refreshing. He didn't bend his knees with the impact when he hit the ground; rather, the cement about him shattered explosively, radiating cracks from underneath his feet.
Benjamon stood for several moments, looking about the piles of debris. He saw a small flash of red, and ran.
"Here it is!" he proudly said to himself, dusting off a battered backpack and pulling it on over his shoulders. "I hope I'm not late for... whatever is happening out there."
Benjamon dashed off towards the huge, bat-winged shape in the gloom.
He loped smoothly through the empty streets, hurtling abandoned cars and fallen towers. Soon, the shape of the creature gave way to a definite image, and Benjamon skidded to a halt...
"MYOTISMON?!"
Benjamon looked up at the masked face of Venomyotismon and gaped. He then saw Angemon and Angewoman getting ready to fire, and smiled, briefly, before realizing they weren't aiming for the demon, but for...
"TAI MATT!" He shouted, any other words or punctuation lost as his thoughts stopped and he began to run as fast as he could towards the two Digi-Destined, jumped to knock them out of the way...
And disappeared.
stop.
Benjamon's arms closed about nothing. In fact, there was nothing. Black. Void. Abyss. He could see himself, but that was it.
who are you?
Words hung in the emptiness, produced of emptiness, making Benjamon feel he was reading them, for he heard no sounds.
"Uh... I am Benjamon..." he said meekly, then stood up, lay down, or maybe stood on his head in the absence of any reference point. He composed himself and continued. "Who are you? If you brought me here for conversation, I'd at least like something to address."
remove your backpack.
"What? ... ... Well, why not." He mumbled to himself, sliding the straps off and pushing his pack away from him.
The straps of the pack twisted into loops that started to glow, and the bag unzipped, his belongings pushed together.
"You've got to be kidding..." Benjamon said, blinking at the absurd face in front of him.
you asked for an avatar.
The unzipped mouth of the backpack face opened and closed in time with the words, the glowing loop eyes blinking every so often.
"I changed my mind. Unpersonify my pack, and just... talk? To me." He said, reaching for his possessions, which suddenly returned to a mundane state.
very well. what are you?
"Wait! You never answered my question!" Benjamon exclaimed as he put his pack on again.
we are the creators.
"Of what?" Benjamon asked, looking at the void ironically.
you must answer first.
"I am a Digimon, all right?"
we did not create you.
"So you created the Digiworld?"
yes. where are you from?
"America, why should that matter to you?"
we are the creators. we know all Digimon. we do not know you. where are you from?
"I already said! America, didn't you hear me?"
we hear. where are you from?
"Look! I just...oh. You don't mean... I don't know where I came from."
we understand. do you have a question?
"Huh? Um. Why am I here," Benjamon started, then hastily added, "In this void?"
you were about to interfere.
"In what?"
in destiny.
"Greaaat." Benjamon said sarcastically. "That makes it nice and specific." He snorted soundlessly. "What destiny?"
that of the Digi-Destined. why did you try to stop them from completing the prophecy?
"Prophecy? What prophecy?"
answer.
"Because I was afraid they'd get hurt. What prophecy?!"
that the defeat of Venomyotismon would require that Tai and Matt would be shot by arrows of light to create the conditions for their Digimon to warp-Digivolve to mega level.
"And you stopped me because I would have changed their destiny, is that it?" Benjamon asked, crossing his arms across his chest and possibly tapping his foot impatiently.
yes. we cannot allow interference in an event so important. you are unknown to us. we know you want to help, but cannot be sure that you won't change the path of destiny from the desired course. do you understand?
"Yes, of course I do! This is simple. Temporal paradoxes are another story. So, are you planning to keep me in limbo forever?" Benjamon sighed, taking out a book from his backpack.
no. we will let you go with the Digi-Destined. we will be watching. you will know when you should not interfere.
"That's a relief. Say, could you return me to a place away from the battlefield? If I am to go with the Digi-Destined, I should go get some supplies." Benjamon said hopefully, returning the book to a pocket.
we can. you have another question?
Benjamon paused. "Could you find out... where I am from, if not your design?"
we can try, little Benjamon.
Benjamon winced. "Don't call me that. Can we get a move on, then?"
farewell, Benjamon. we will watch.
Benjamon suddenly reappeared in the real world, standing against a wall.
"Interesting... I'm outside of fate...Ankha, like Sparhawk." He murmured, then set off in search of a store to buy supplies or, if need be, loot.
Benjamon ignored the sounds of battle, and visited pharmacies, sporting good stores, an abandoned supermarket... he paid where possible and stole where convenient. He was, after all, going to be going with the Digi-Destined, and who knew what they would need.
Venomyotismon was defeated; his particles scattered to the wind. The deadly interface between the Digiworld and the real world had formed, and the Digi-Destined were going back. A large circle of rainbow light had formed from the Digivices, and Joe had just managed to get himself caught upside down in the light.
"Hey! Wait up!" Benjamon yelled, running up with a huge red camping backpack.
"Not HIM again!" Matt grumbled, frowning slightly.
"Pardon me, Ma'am. Sir..." Benjamon apologized, running around Matt and T.K.'s divorced parents.
Upon reaching the edge of the circle, Benjamon's Digivice glowed, sending up a silver spiral around the rainbow beam.
"Wait!" T.K.'s mother cried, "You were the one who nearly knocked me off the dock!"
Benjamon turned, and bowed, suddenly started pinwheeling his arms, and fell to the ground under the enormous pack. "Yes, and I'm sorry, I was in a bit of a hurry to help your sons..." he said, picking himself up. . "I swear that I'll do my best to protect them from harm."
"I don't know if I can trust you, but...Thank you." she murmured, and Benjamon dashed back to the circle to hop in along with the other Digimon and Digi-Destined who were already saying their good-byes.
"Good-bye, earth." He said, quietly, having no one to say a farewell to.
The Digi-Destined ascended on a rainbow, and the one without a destiny merely rode along, a single tear in his golden eye.