The Fifth Guardian: Chapter 2
A/N: This is my ending to my first part of my series. I know that this series was short, but I'm already planning the sequel of this fanfic.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, and I never will, thus never get rich off it.
Ken: You could always hold us hostage for money.
Wormmon: Don't give her ideas, Ken.
heath999: Hey, that's not a bad idea, I think I'll do that.
Ken: Great, me and my big mouth.
heath999: … But then, you're my muse so I'll never do that, because then I'll lose you as muses.
Ken (To Wormmon): We need to find a way out of here.
heath999: Not while I'm around. hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!
Wormmon: Uh, please read and review.
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~General POV~
Several days have passed since the Highton View Terrace incident.
Myotismon paced in his castle, knowing that the critical information given to him from Demidevimon was crucial to his survival, and that of evil in the worlds itself.
"The legend must not be done, it must be stopped for the plans to continue." He thought as he kept on pacing through his castle. Piedmon specifically assigned him this job after hearing the news about the guardian. He knew that he had one advantage.
Time.
Those fool guardians will spend weeks arguing about how to proceed next, leaving the child unprotected, and now's the time to strike, before it's too late…
"Boss?"
A voice interrupted his thinking, and he turned to Demidevimon, the one who gave him the vital information.
"Why don't you just kill the child, boss?" he asked.
"That will be the last resort decision, fool, right now I'm trying to find a way to bring the person to our side." he replied irritably, still thinking.
"I've got it!" he yelled triumphantly, his voice echoing across the hallways.
"What is it, boss?" Demidevimon asked eagerly, ready to go out and do what ever is possible to help his boss succeed with his plans.
"It is…"
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Highton View Terrace: that night…
If someone was watching the events that unfolded, maybe it would have been prevented. Maybe the child would have been saved from the clutches of evil.
But there was only one person watching.
And that was Myotismon.
Myotimon's predictions were right, the guardians were still arguing about the newly appointed guardian, and none of them thought to have one of them guarding the child until their minds were made.
That was their biggest mistake made so far about choosing the guardians.
If you looked into the appointed child's room, you would see a figure that looked like a round ball with wings on either side of it's head, with ghost- like monsters behind him, you would've noticed the child waking up, and the child opening it's mouth to scream, and the round ball saying "Demi dart!", and you would see a dart hitting the child's arm and the child going limp.
Yes, you would've seen that.
If you looked again in a few minutes, the room would be the way it was before, but with one exception.
The child was gone.
If anyone looked up at that moment, they would've seen a round ball with wings flying, leading what look like a bunch ghosts carrying a limp figure between them.
But nobody saw that except Myotismon, and he was delighted that his plan worked.
Nobody ever saw the figures heading towards what was a battlefield only a few days ago, and what brought the mysterious monsters in.
Nobody, not the limp child, not even Myotismon, knew what fate that child had…
End
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A/N: Well that's the end of the beginning of my series, I might continue it, depends on how many reviews I get. The next fanfic is during season 01, so four years pass. That's all I'm going to tell. Until then, please Read and Review.
A/N: This is my ending to my first part of my series. I know that this series was short, but I'm already planning the sequel of this fanfic.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, and I never will, thus never get rich off it.
Ken: You could always hold us hostage for money.
Wormmon: Don't give her ideas, Ken.
heath999: Hey, that's not a bad idea, I think I'll do that.
Ken: Great, me and my big mouth.
heath999: … But then, you're my muse so I'll never do that, because then I'll lose you as muses.
Ken (To Wormmon): We need to find a way out of here.
heath999: Not while I'm around. hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!
Wormmon: Uh, please read and review.
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~General POV~
Several days have passed since the Highton View Terrace incident.
Myotismon paced in his castle, knowing that the critical information given to him from Demidevimon was crucial to his survival, and that of evil in the worlds itself.
"The legend must not be done, it must be stopped for the plans to continue." He thought as he kept on pacing through his castle. Piedmon specifically assigned him this job after hearing the news about the guardian. He knew that he had one advantage.
Time.
Those fool guardians will spend weeks arguing about how to proceed next, leaving the child unprotected, and now's the time to strike, before it's too late…
"Boss?"
A voice interrupted his thinking, and he turned to Demidevimon, the one who gave him the vital information.
"Why don't you just kill the child, boss?" he asked.
"That will be the last resort decision, fool, right now I'm trying to find a way to bring the person to our side." he replied irritably, still thinking.
"I've got it!" he yelled triumphantly, his voice echoing across the hallways.
"What is it, boss?" Demidevimon asked eagerly, ready to go out and do what ever is possible to help his boss succeed with his plans.
"It is…"
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Highton View Terrace: that night…
If someone was watching the events that unfolded, maybe it would have been prevented. Maybe the child would have been saved from the clutches of evil.
But there was only one person watching.
And that was Myotismon.
Myotimon's predictions were right, the guardians were still arguing about the newly appointed guardian, and none of them thought to have one of them guarding the child until their minds were made.
That was their biggest mistake made so far about choosing the guardians.
If you looked into the appointed child's room, you would see a figure that looked like a round ball with wings on either side of it's head, with ghost- like monsters behind him, you would've noticed the child waking up, and the child opening it's mouth to scream, and the round ball saying "Demi dart!", and you would see a dart hitting the child's arm and the child going limp.
Yes, you would've seen that.
If you looked again in a few minutes, the room would be the way it was before, but with one exception.
The child was gone.
If anyone looked up at that moment, they would've seen a round ball with wings flying, leading what look like a bunch ghosts carrying a limp figure between them.
But nobody saw that except Myotismon, and he was delighted that his plan worked.
Nobody ever saw the figures heading towards what was a battlefield only a few days ago, and what brought the mysterious monsters in.
Nobody, not the limp child, not even Myotismon, knew what fate that child had…
End
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A/N: Well that's the end of the beginning of my series, I might continue it, depends on how many reviews I get. The next fanfic is during season 01, so four years pass. That's all I'm going to tell. Until then, please Read and Review.
