Legal Poo: I don't own digimon. Hell, I wish I did 'cuz I'd get rich but I don't. I'm writing this fic without their permission and neither wind nor rain nor bloodsucking lawyer will get in my way. On the other hand, the new stuff I write into this fic is mine and it'll always be. You can write about it if you ask me first though. I also don't own Shastina or Tao. I might have gotten some timing off so please excuse that. For the six thousand year figure, I assumed Izzy was correct when he said they had about 110 years left in four weeks of summer vacation. As for Michael. Well…guess he got a crest off Mimi. Oh, top reading the Legal Poo and get reading!!
Blade of Destiny
Chapter III: Retelling History
"He's gone. Where'd he go?!" Darigamon demanded as Ohmumon disappeared from the view of the three dimensional screen. The dragon-like digimon searched all over the screen from all angles and still found nothing save the digi-destined looking wary at the situation and then dispersing from the scrying orb's range.
"Relax, Darigamon. He's underground of course. No doubt waiting for another chance to strike with a bit more surprise. You know how the digi-destined tend to come up with brand new digivolutions and crests and all those cheap things in the middle of a battle."
"Quite right." Wobbumon said as well, supporting the angel-like Celesmon. "Besides which, he didn't have the necessary surprise to effectively hit flying targets anyway. Terra Cannon may hit hard but it's quite a draining attack as you know and missing once was more than enough. Besides, this was simply a test to gauge response time. If they could only muster that in Japan, think of what happens when we hit some other spot in the world. As we know, the largest concentrations of digi-destined are in Japan. Japan is also where the majority of the strongest digi-destined reside. Ohmumon's appearance put their response time to the test. In other words, they don't react fast enough. Our next goal is New York. That's where the final member of their team is and they'll rush there on Imperialdramon and meanwhile, I can continue. Darigamon, Celesmon, if you will?"
"Gladly!" Celesmon replied in her ever sleepy sounding voice as she rose in the dark chamber from her couch and spread her wings. Those angelic wings were blacker than the darkness of the room.
"Well, seeing Ohmumon had the chance to utterly trash a city, I don't see why I should be left out." Darigamon remarked has he too rose to stand on all fours. "And you, Wobbumon?"
"Naturally, I shall remain here and see to things in Japan and then we shall act accordingly, depending on the digi-destined reaction time. If they maintain the speed they did just now, they should give you plenty of time to distract them which should give me plenty of time to finish here. Now, if we're all ready?" Wobbumon stood up, waving aside long hair, blue skin, long pointed elfin ears and bronze armor and black cloak. The other digimon nodded accent for the commencement of the grand plan. Summoning the Crystal Sword with a flick of his hand, Wobbumon held it and began chanting the runes carved invisibly on the blade. As he read them, the letters began outlining in red radiance and the whole chamber began to glow…
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It was the next cloudy morning that the digi-destined met. They had gathered physically as best they could manage. However, due to the steadily growing ranks of the digi-destined and the fact they were now spread all over the world, chat rooms had become steadily more important. Even though very few other than the strongest of them, the ones in Japan and Mimi in New York really bothered to stay in touch.
Davis, Yolei, Cody and TK were looking over Kari's shoulder in the Kamiya residence. With Tai in college, Kari had inherited his computer and the room they once shared was large enough to accommodate a few people.
Tai: Explanation?
Kari: Yep. Izzy?
Iz33: Okay, here's what I got so far…
Iz33: First of all, Shastina and Tao. They were both there seven years ago in the battle against Diaboramon and they were both also there when the digimon and control spires went all global. The Christmas just before that though, they both received unmarked gifts containing their digi-eggs. Namely, the eggs of Love and Light but in a different physical design than the ones Yolei and Kari have.
Iz33: So, that's how they were able to armor digivolve.
Beat_Down: And how did they DNA? I thought only normal champions could DNA.
"Huh? Who's Beatdown?" Davis asked, putting his face closer to the screen.
"Beats me." Yolei said as Kari typed in the question and got an answer.
"It's Matt." Kari answered. "And Davis, back your head off and stop breathing on my monitor." Her voice compelled Davis back at once.
Iz33: Apparently not but it seems the danger of Miremon on Tao and Shastina triggered their digimon to DNA digivolve into something capable of fighting off the threat. Now, moving on to the sudden appearance of the control spires. That's one thing I still haven't fully figured out yet. However, Willis and I figured it was probably the same deal as usual. Some mega digimon intent on wiping out both worlds.
Tai: Well that would make it simple enuff. Just destroy Ohmumon. He looks like the mega behind this stuff.
"Hmm, I wouldn't be so sure about that." Yolei muttered. "Every time someone starts tossing control spires around, they tend to have plans that go beyond this. I mean come on, we just wiped out one digimon and sent another into hiding and it took us minutes to do it. Last time, it took way longer to clean up the whole planet."
"Oh fine, Yolei, so you want them to have something bigger coming?
"Well no, Cody but…"
Beat_Down: Sora wants to know what's with the new spires.
Kari: Sora's in Matt's room??
For a moment, no one talked until everyone in Kari's room burst out laughing and from the chat window, it seemed a considerable proportion of everyone else was too.
Tai: ROFL!!!
Beat_Down: You are sick, Kari.
Tai: LOL, I recall all she did was ask.
Kari: TK says have a nice night. =)
Beat_Down: She says shut up.
Mimi: =P
Iz33: Can we stick to topic please?
Iz33: Now, about those new spires, all we know is that they've got much stronger range than before and they still nail anything above rookie if you walk into their zones of control. We don't know if a digimon knows how to turn them into spire digimon this time around.
Mimi has left the room.(Ping Timeout)
"Huh? That's weird, I though Mimi had one of those funky hotshot connections that go at like a zillion k and never disconnected." Kari remarked.
"I guess, but I guess every connection has a bad day." Yolei replied.
KenI has entered the room
KenI: We've got some really serious problems. Everyone turn to the Morning News!
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"Here he is!" A female voice cried, causing several others in the area to rush to her side. "Underneath this rubble, I hope he's alright!"
"In pretty bad shape too but fortunate to be alive considering he was badly outnumbered." One of the others muttered.
Hands attempting to pray away the rubble of Aachadon holding the unresponsive digimon on the ground backed off as a shadow fell over the enormous ceiling stone. The sun's light then destroyed the shadow, reflected off metal. In a blinding flash, the block fell from the digimon's torso in six neatly cut pieces. The hands returned and held up Fraramon in an attempt to get some sign of life out of him.
"His aura is very weak." One of the digimon said. The monster was humanoid, like Fraramon was but clothed in a green outfit with sleeves that widened at the ends into openings resembling insect-eating pot plants and a similar collar that bracketed the long pink hair and held in place, an iridescent green cape.
"Verdantmon, carry him somewhere inside, wherever is still standing and attend to him as best you can." The speaker was an icy blue and cloaked digimon with white fox fur at the collar and long hair that was such a light blond to be near undistinguishable from white. "Bladesmon," Blizzamon turned to the digimon who had cut up the fallen block. Bladesmon was covered in shiny metal armor and held a sword in a scabbard at each side of the waist. "Keep sifting through the rest of this crap and see there're any more survivors."
"Right." The digimon replied.
The rest of Aachadon's most powerful digimon quickly arrived around Blizzamon and the scene of destruction. In the absence of Aachadramon, Blizzamon was in charge. Katabamon, grey eyes, hair, cloak, gray everything was suddenly, quite simply, standing beside him. Tablogumon who had no humanoid form but dug out of the earth in the form of a huge, brown serpent with a great manner of bony protrusions, outsized the rest despite being one of the weaker ones here. Monsoonmon, resplendent in azure blue with matching hair, aqua eyes and black half cape arrived as well.
"Well, looks like we're all back." Blizzamon said unnecessarily. And of course, we're all back to see what happened when we were gone. Perhaps we overrated ourselves too much to leave only Fraramon to defend the area and now…I don't even know if he'll pull through or not." Blizzamon's fists clenched.
"What is with that thing anyway?" Bladesmon asked. "What within it is worth nearly killing someone for it? Especially a digimon from Aachadon itself. We may not be invincible with Aachadramon away most of the time but that doesn't mean we're at all easy to pick on. Attacking us is no thing to take lightly!"
"Oh, it's worth it alright. I've heard the Blade of Destiny controls the destiny of the digital world. Whoever holds it would be quite unstoppable I imagine." Monsoonmon said, continuing to run a seashell comb through her hair. In human form, she was always doing this. Perhaps she spent enough time underwater to become sick of hair going wild.
"I have heard that as well." Blizzamon replied, tilting his head in thought. "In fact, that does have a great deal of truth in it. Nearly six thousand years ago, the digital world was divided clearly between light and darkness. The first of the Keepers and the Four Masters established the digi-destined system to continue to maintain this balance of power. However, within two hundred years, the darkness in the world had developed a counterbalance to the light. In order to destroy Apocalymon, the system was brought to the test and the digi-destined succeeded in restoring balance to the digital world. At the end of that incident, the Keepers forged this Blade of Destiny as an easier way to activate the program. The digiworld continued its existence normally until three decades ago. Four powerful digimon of darkness had grown strong enough to threaten the balance again. Led by Gennai, the Keepers acted and the digi-destined program was reactivated though the four of them very nearly crushed it before it got off the ground. However, as the new digi-destined battled through minor dark digimon in the way, the Dark Masters as they called themselves, grew ever stronger. As they destroyed Myotismon in the real world, the Dark Masters overpowered the original Masters, sealing them away and establishing control of the digital world however, as it turned out the digi-destined were able to conquer both them and the returned Apocalymon. With its time now aligned differently, the next threat came only a few years later. Though the digi-destined succeeded there too, the existence of the Blade of Destiny leaked at some point and soon became general knowledge among the most powerful digimon at the time. The real Four Masters made no direct contact with the events of the digital world. Immediately after the last digi-destined resolution five years ago, three, to all purposes and intents, ruled supremely in power. Shadismon, Crosidramon, Tempestmon. The three fought months for the blade before Ashedramon managed to acquire it while the three were all heavily damaged. Unable to work the blade, Ashedramon nevertheless, he tapped the power of the blade and digivolved into our Master whom we know today, Aachadramon."
Katabamon nodded, speaking for once. It was a rare feat for the usually silent digimon who made noise only with the howling of his attacks in battle. "When that was complete, Aachadramon did not think he could ever work the blade within his lifetime. Thus, he did the next best thing. He chose seven 'digimon digi-destined' as his successors in hopes of working the blade someday. Blizzamon, Katabamon, Fraramon, Monsoonmon, Bladesmon, Tablogumon, Verdantmon." He looked at the group and added unnecessarily. "Us."
"After that, Aachadramon has rarely been around as you all well know." Blizzamon continued. "Shadismon, Crosidramon and Tempestmon also faded away after the Blade of Destiny was stolen from them and the digital world was once again relegated to in general, high end champion and ultimate level digimon like us to rule. In time, groups like Aachadon formed, the largest forming the current scale of power. The constant conflicts for the blade based on mere suspicions of the whereabouts of its power continued to keep the world in brutal balance and so, no group or clan cooperated with any other. Nor were any powerful enough to overcome any other as all of them chased their tails trying to hunt down the legend. But as the tales of the blade's power grew in the legends that held it, so did the conflicts about it grow until now, someone has truly found it and taken it. I don't know how much exaggeration has taken place of what it can do but I seriously doubt it's enough to make it not worth taking back."
"My thoughts exactly." Monsoonmon agreed. "We must find that thing and get it back or else something is bound to happen and without that thing, the digital world cannot activate a digi-destined program. Therefore, the duty would fall on our shoulders to both defend the weapon and to guard the digital world as a whole in the absence of higher authority." The digimon's sense of duty would have surprised the unacquainted. She was still combing her hair and said unacquainted would have questioned her sense of priorities as well.
"Vengeance for Fraramon would be another reason." Bladesmon put in, causing the group to nod in general agreement.
"And it seems that our enemies have come calling anyway..." Blizzamon said quietly, glancing at the horizon. Digimon were beginning to appear over the skyline. Unnoticed by them, a warp in the fabric of the digital world was forming over them…
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"We interrupt your morning financial report with an important news bulletin. A reported attack by another giant monster was confirmed just now by our personnel overseas in New York City. The source of this sudden attack is as yet unknown but experts are suggesting they are related to the ones spotted the world over, five years ago and the one which struck Kyoto causing unknown amount of damages last night. Some of our viewers may remember a similar incident in Odaiba nine years ago. So far, military officials are at a loss to explain…"
The screen soon switched to a very static-ridden view of New York. It wasn't great to begin with, being sent via satellite but the digimon's interference just made it worse but there was still no mistaking the dragon form for a large digimon currently in the suburbs of New York.
"Oh man! First that Ohmumon even Imperialdramon couldn't put down and now this!" TK exclaimed as the five watched the screen intently.
"Wait, New York is where Mimi is!" Yolei said next. Then, a look of horror came to his face. "And Mimi dropped off chat just before Ken came in!"
"You don't think…" Kari began, continuing the grim line of thought. "We need to call Ken! We need Imperialdramon to get the team going. If whatever was on that screen is nearly as strong as that Ohmumon, we are going to need some serious firepower!" Kari rushed back to the computer and typed a quick message for everyone to get ready to do some traveling. Davis was already at the phone, arranging a place of meeting not far from his home. When he hung up, the rest were already at the door, ready to go.
"Okay people. Let's do it!!" The energized youth shouted, much like he would have five years ago. In the quiet years after the second major crisis they had known had been resolved, none of them had taken the time to change in character in any way. The history linked to their personalities had been too difficult to forget. Now, all of a sudden, digimon had begun attacking the Earth once again without a second of warning for them. A disturbance had simply occurred and digimon once more began appearing in the real world. The kids loathed to think what was happening in the digiworld to cause this. Nevertheless, it was not difficult to revive older parts of their minds.
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The man's horror could not be described as his own hands raised a sword to his neck. Standing among the bodies of the other Keepers, the sword slashed across his own neck, held and motivated by those arms he no longer controlled. Moments later, life slipped away and he saw his own body lying there, among his slain colleagues and before long, his spirit was trapped…
The man's horror could not be described as his own hands raised a sword to his neck. Standing among the bodies of the other Keepers, the sword slashed across his own neck, held and motivated by those arms he no longer controlled. Moments later, life slipped away and he saw his own body lying there, among his slain colleagues and before long, his spirit was trapped…
The man's horror could not be described as his own hands raised a sword to his neck. Standing among the bodies of the other Keepers, the sword slashed across his own neck, held and motivated by those arms he no longer controlled. Moments later, life slipped away and he saw his own body lying there, among his slain colleagues and before long, his spirit was trapped…
The man's horror…
"It's really no use going over that moment again and again you know." Wobbumon said thoughtfully even as he contemplated the legendary artifact he now held before him. The target of his speech as a crystal ball. The object glinted with an unholy light and its innards swirled alternately with deathly black and a morbid pale blue fog. To anyone else, it could have been a classic scrying crystal ball save for its small size. Wobbumon alone knew what it truly was. A sphere of crystal that trapped within it, a soul. A soul which had already taught him how to chant the blades even if he had had to rip the instructions out of it. As a result of that and his ensuing chanting, the once nearly perfectly transparent Blade of Destiny now glowed with red runic lettering. Lines and lines of information and data read only to bring about digi-destined to save the digital world. However, manifesting the process within a sword was a method that was now back firing.
You will not succeed, Wobbumon…
"Oh? I rather disagree with that." Wobbumon said, smiling slightly at the ball. "I've already got all the information I need out of you and you know as well as I the sword will recognize you whether you're truly alive or not..
You will not…
"Yes, yes, you said that already. Now…" With a flick of his hand, the crystal ball came floating to Wobbumon's other hand. In a flash of bright light, the hand had ignited in blue flame, heating the globe before forcefully plunging the ping pong ball sized sphere onto the handle. The crystal melted and flowed to fuse permanently into the sword. Recognizing authority instantly, the sword's runes glowed brighter than ever and beams of light of various colors quickly radiated from it, pointed in various directions, illuminating the dark chamber. Summoning more power, Wobbumon activated the program contained within the sword, causing light to flood the place.
Before long, the luminance subsided and Wobbumon reopened his eyes and looked back at the screen and stared in shock at the effect his use of the blade had had other than what he intended. Had he used the blade wrong somehow. Perhaps it was his imagination when he thought an ethereal voice was laughing in his head. The digimon glared at the handle in his hands.
"I wouldn't laugh much more." The digimon said severely. You can cause a few minor effects all you want, you still cannot stop me. The days of the world as you know it are numbered, Gennai." Holding the blade high once more, Wobbumon filled the room with the sword's light once more, the wild power in his hands was unbelievable. As the radiance subsided once more, the chamber was in silence and darkness save for the scrying screen. Empty…
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"Michael, are you sure this is a good place to…" Mimi asked again. The young woman was the only member of the 2nd generation digi-destined who lived outside of Japan. Resplendent this summer day in 'extra fashionable' tank top (naturally, everything Mimi wore was extra fashionable), the first year University student was holding Palmon and sitting beside the T-shirt and shorts clad Michael. Her BF was driving the car and Betamon was hanging onto the top of his seat.
"Trust me. This is the clearest place for miles down the coast." Michael replied as he drove the vehicle closer to the spot where he intended to intercept the approaching monsters. The small dirt path near the ocean was empty. Even in the panicked traffic and heavy military presence that would no doubt drive into the area soon, (Just so they could be rendered totally ineffective and watch as the monsters trashed the place) the road was still too out of the way to be used much. "Believe me, this is the best area I can think of. So long as we fight in this area, no one will be-" The ground shook from some huge impact not very far off. "-involved." Michael finished. All of a sudden, the woods around them were cut down by a stream of fire, blocking the road. Instinct brought the young man's foot to the brakes, sending the car to a skidding stop on the dirt path. The two occupants disembarked immediately thereafter to spot a giant form rearing up before them.
"Good grief!" Michael exclaimed as the towering digimon turned its scaled head to face them.
A rumbling laugh rolled out from the digital monster. "What have we here? Some digi-destined in America I see." Darigamon laughed once more. "You two are lunch!" he declared.
"I assume that means I won't be having any of the fun this time." The second digimon said, disappointed. "Oh well, so long as I get the next ones." Celesmon smiled cheerfully. The female digimon was no more than a strangely dressed human female, floating upon a white, strangely solid cloud next to the dragon digimon's head. She was hardly noticeable.
"Okay Mimi, let's do it!" Michael shouted. Betamon responded to the battle call at once.
Betamon digivolve to…Seadramon!
Palmon digivolve to…Togemon!
The giant sea serpent struck the water as it finished digivolving and was under the surface with a great splash. Togemon stood like the boxing cactus it was and looked no more than a regular cactus against the might of the dragon like digimon they were facing.
"Time for some Needle Spray!" The cactus worked up into a very fast spin, sending needles flying towards the dragon. However, a ball of energy developed in Darigamon's mouth. The flaming energy grew into a huge tongue of flame, incinerating the needles before they came anywhere near the dragon.
"Ice Blast!" Seadramon came out of the water right on cue and fired off its attacking. The huge blast of ice froze a bit of Darigamon's chest before shattering immediately.
"Breath of Dragia!" The fire increased exponentially and struck Seadramon, blasting him back into the water.
"Whoever he is, he's way too strong!" Michael exclaimed, stating the rather obvious.
"When did you get that idea?" Celesmon shouted down at them sarcastically, continuing her observation of the extremely one-sided contest.
Togemon charged towards Darigamon. The dragon simply flipped its wings once, the wind sending Togemon rolling. The cactus digimon collided with Michael. The two crushed the fence and fell over the cliff…
"Aah!"
"Michael!"
The reaction was immediate as Mimi's droplet crest of sincerity activated, causing her digivice to glow brightly.
"Togemon, digivolve to…Lillymon!" The flower child burst into being as they fell. Two arms grabbed Michael as he fell towards the water below just before he would have taken a nasty impact on the surface and carried him back to the top of the cliff, depositing him safely on the road. "Now." The agile digimon declared, winging above the treetops. "Let's kick some ass!"
Darigamon flapped his wings again, sending a burst of wind skywards. However, the small digimon wasn't blown away this easily.
"Flower Cannon!" The shot streaked in blinding green light towards the dragon who spat a puff of fire at it, negating the attack.
"Breath of Dragia!" The fire shot out at Lillymon who dodged the attack just in time. However, the attack hit the trees near Mimi and Michael anyway. A giant of a pine fell towards Mimi who could only look up, eyes wide.
"Mimi, LOOKOUT!" Michael got to his feet in record time and in one excessively daring dive, shoved both himself and Mimi out of harm's way. There was a bright flare in his digivice as this happened.
"Seadramon digivolve to…Megaseadramon!"
"Mimi! Areyoualright,speaktome,Idon'tknowwhatI'mgoingtotellyourparentsifIletyouget- huh? Whoa!" Michael's speech halted as he spied Megaseadramon towering over the edge of the cliff. "Sheez, when did you learn to do that?!?" Everyone was now staring at Michael, including Mimi who quickly turned away with a blush (being held in his arms she was) and looking at his digivice.
"Hey, that's the crest of sincerity! Like mine!"
"I guess that explains it." Michael said uncomfortably.
"Thunder Javelin!" The lightning blast struck home and knocked Darigamon's head aside for a bit, accomplishing little else except reverting attention to the fight before a scene could develop between the two.
"Breath of Dragia!" The fire blast missed the newly upgraded sea serpent by a hair as it dodged.
"Mega Ice Blaster!" The ice blast was the ultimate digimon's response. It was Darigamon's turn to shift his head slightly to avoid this. Another puff of fire canceled out another Flower Cannon.
"Impressive. But apologies, I have a sudden urge to end this fight." Darigamon roared, getting annoyed with the two digi-destined and their digimon. "FLAME RIFT! Huh?!?" In the sky above, instead of a flame rift, the fire attack was canceled neatly by a rather enormous rift of non-flame nature opening, purple and forbidding in the sky, swirling the clouds around it like playthings. Digimon began to phase into the real world all over the place in the outskirts of New York. Quite obviously, this was not an expected effect of the Flame Rift attack. Unbeknowest to them, this was the side effect Wobbumon had noticed on his scrying screen.
"Oh dear, what have you done now?" Celesmon inquired sleepily as if Darigamon had done no more than spill a drink. Darigamon's transformation into a more convenient human form quickly took place.
"No time, let's get out of here and scout the situation." Dragging Celesmon with him, the digimon left the two digi-destined shocked by the coast as the very earth shook with the might of the disturbance…