Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, nor do I own Discworld
Authors notes: I have Discworld on the brain. This just came to me after reading Sourcery for the third time. What if Coin wasn't the only sourcerer? What if there was an older one, who left so that his powers would not be abused, but didn't go into his own little private paradise. So here it is. And I chose Digimon because it worked, and it's Season 2, as I have not seen season 3 and Ken is still the Digimon Emperor. Hope you like it.
Vermlot took in the surroundings. It wasn't one that he created, but it would do. He could live here comfortably for the rest of his long life. And as the sphere in his hands faded, he saw the last image of his home in the Ramtops. He grasped his staff, and headed outward, exploring his new domain and home. But strangely enough, he couldn't find any animals, which sort of saddened him to be alone, which was broken by a yell of someone, which perked up his happiness as he then knew he was not alone.
What he came upon, struck him with horror. It was a battlefield. His eyes quickly surveyed the area, but he did not see War, nor did he see Death. But what he did see was grievous. Children were on the battlefield, and it looked like they were the participants of it, along with some strange monsters that he never saw before. "Stop." He said, very gently and they did so, not because it was a loud or angry tone in it, but power and strength, with tinges of kindness and understanding.
"And who are you to tell me to stop?" the one in bluish-purple clothes asked Vermlot. Vermlot approached while he talked. "I have the power to give and take life. I can move a sun with a thought. I can reform reality with my hands. When I sneeze the gods say 'Bless you.' I can destroy you with a whisper. For I use a power older than the stars. I am a sourcerer and I have more power in my little fingers tip, than you will ever be capable of." Vermlot said. "You don't know who you are talking to, do you?" the one who talked said. "No, you do not know whom you are talking to." Vermlot replied. "And I am non-violent, but I will, if I have to, kill you." He added. "Heheheheheheh! You kill me? I am sorry, but you believe that you are stronger than me. Prepare to regret your speech old timer." The boy said. Vermlot gripped his staff, as it was comforting like an old friend, and launched a whirlwind that no one thought was possible from the knob on the end of it. "And remember, I am a sourcerer, and this is but a taste of my power." Vermlot said.
Vermlot then walked over to where the children were. He immediately went over to the girl with glasses. "Shhh, child. I won't hurt you, I swear that on my staff." He said, trying to calm the girl. He then concentrated the healing aura of octarine into his hands and ran them over hers and the bird like creatures wounds. His touch soothed the child and the creature started to wake. "Come on, I need your help to heal your friends." Vermlot said as he picked up two rocks and infused it with healing properties which he then handed to her and the bird. "Just pass the stone over there wounds, there should be enough in them to heal them. I will help the more seriously wounded." Vermlot said as he walked over to the others.
Okay. I want you the Digimon fans to tell me what you think. Should I continue or shouldn't I continue. If you think I should I will explain a lot more about Discworld. But anyway I really hope you like it because I sorta enjoyed writing this. And I think it is AU and slightly dark, giving what the sourcerers reaction was to the battlefield. And any open suggestions would be helpful and I don't mind flames if you have them so tell me.
Authors notes: I have Discworld on the brain. This just came to me after reading Sourcery for the third time. What if Coin wasn't the only sourcerer? What if there was an older one, who left so that his powers would not be abused, but didn't go into his own little private paradise. So here it is. And I chose Digimon because it worked, and it's Season 2, as I have not seen season 3 and Ken is still the Digimon Emperor. Hope you like it.
Vermlot took in the surroundings. It wasn't one that he created, but it would do. He could live here comfortably for the rest of his long life. And as the sphere in his hands faded, he saw the last image of his home in the Ramtops. He grasped his staff, and headed outward, exploring his new domain and home. But strangely enough, he couldn't find any animals, which sort of saddened him to be alone, which was broken by a yell of someone, which perked up his happiness as he then knew he was not alone.
What he came upon, struck him with horror. It was a battlefield. His eyes quickly surveyed the area, but he did not see War, nor did he see Death. But what he did see was grievous. Children were on the battlefield, and it looked like they were the participants of it, along with some strange monsters that he never saw before. "Stop." He said, very gently and they did so, not because it was a loud or angry tone in it, but power and strength, with tinges of kindness and understanding.
"And who are you to tell me to stop?" the one in bluish-purple clothes asked Vermlot. Vermlot approached while he talked. "I have the power to give and take life. I can move a sun with a thought. I can reform reality with my hands. When I sneeze the gods say 'Bless you.' I can destroy you with a whisper. For I use a power older than the stars. I am a sourcerer and I have more power in my little fingers tip, than you will ever be capable of." Vermlot said. "You don't know who you are talking to, do you?" the one who talked said. "No, you do not know whom you are talking to." Vermlot replied. "And I am non-violent, but I will, if I have to, kill you." He added. "Heheheheheheh! You kill me? I am sorry, but you believe that you are stronger than me. Prepare to regret your speech old timer." The boy said. Vermlot gripped his staff, as it was comforting like an old friend, and launched a whirlwind that no one thought was possible from the knob on the end of it. "And remember, I am a sourcerer, and this is but a taste of my power." Vermlot said.
Vermlot then walked over to where the children were. He immediately went over to the girl with glasses. "Shhh, child. I won't hurt you, I swear that on my staff." He said, trying to calm the girl. He then concentrated the healing aura of octarine into his hands and ran them over hers and the bird like creatures wounds. His touch soothed the child and the creature started to wake. "Come on, I need your help to heal your friends." Vermlot said as he picked up two rocks and infused it with healing properties which he then handed to her and the bird. "Just pass the stone over there wounds, there should be enough in them to heal them. I will help the more seriously wounded." Vermlot said as he walked over to the others.
Okay. I want you the Digimon fans to tell me what you think. Should I continue or shouldn't I continue. If you think I should I will explain a lot more about Discworld. But anyway I really hope you like it because I sorta enjoyed writing this. And I think it is AU and slightly dark, giving what the sourcerers reaction was to the battlefield. And any open suggestions would be helpful and I don't mind flames if you have them so tell me.
