UR: Before anybody can comment about the tone of this chapter: No, it's not
fantasy genre and it's not meant to seem like seem like it should be
fantasy genre. I simply think that certain aspects of this story should
have a medival (or possibly older) feel to them.
As soon as the smoke cleared, Rob pulled out a switchblade and began cutting off his patch. "What're ya doin that for, man?" "The Ruler betrayed me." he replied, standing up after he placed the patch on the body of his Sergeant, "Only a fool would continue to serve him.'' "Jimmy, no! You promised you'd never leave me, you promised!" While Sam comforted Joey, the others pondered their next move. "What do we do now?" Chris asked. "I'll tell you what we don't do," May said, "We don't stand around here like a bunch of idiots. We have no food, water or shelter, and the nearest town is miles away." "What about that old guy who lives on the edge of town?"Joey asked, "Maybe his house wasn't destroyed." "Get real, that digimon destroyed everything." "It didn't get us, so maybe it didn't get that old guy. You've surely heard the rumors about him being immortal." "That's all they are, rumors. The fact of the matter is, he doesn't exist." "Then why do I see him coming toward us right now?" Gary asked. Just as he said, a worn old man with an enormous grey beard, dressed in worn brown robes and carrying a golden staff with a pitch-black glass sphere atop it walked up to them. "Come with me, I will explain everything along the way." They followed him, if only out of lack of anything else to do. He said that the glass ball on his staff was called the Orb of Entropy, and that it contained 1,000 black holes condensed into energy which he had used to save them from the digimon, known as Imperialdramon Devil Mode, which had attacked their town. "Why only us? Why couldn't you protect our friends, our family from that thing?" "If any more people had survived, it would have noticed. You 7 have a destiny to fufill, and the element of surprise will be essential."
After walking for about an hour, they came to a nearby mountain range, with an almost sheer cliff face in front of them. The old man stood defiantely before the mountain and cried out, "Open!" When nothing happened, Rob turned and started walking away, saying, "C'mon guys, we don't need this lunatic." The sound of ancient, long-unused machinery slowly pulling open the cliff caused him to freeze in his tracks. "You were saying?" the old man asked him. They walked down a short hallway into a vast room illuminated by torches that seemed almost to light themselves. Those, plus the strange carvings on the walls and ceiling and the eerie feeling that there were more people in the room than he could see, caused Joey to bolt for the entrance. "Wait!" the old man shouted, "If any you leave, you will doom your companions to failure before they even know their quest. Joey stopped to think about that statement, and while he did, the door closed. Faced with only one option, Joey reluctantly walked back to the group. As he did so, he took a good look at the chamber they were in. 10 massive pillars supported the upper portion of the wall, and there was a structure in the middle of the chamber that could only be described as an altar. Thousands of small carved symbols covered the lower wall, with a bigger design on each column and 10 huge ones on the upper wall. Surprisingly, the ceiling appeared devoid of any markings at all. "Welcome," the old man said when all seven survivors were gathered in front of him, "To the final resting place of the greatest legends that ever lived, the Digidestined."
As soon as the smoke cleared, Rob pulled out a switchblade and began cutting off his patch. "What're ya doin that for, man?" "The Ruler betrayed me." he replied, standing up after he placed the patch on the body of his Sergeant, "Only a fool would continue to serve him.'' "Jimmy, no! You promised you'd never leave me, you promised!" While Sam comforted Joey, the others pondered their next move. "What do we do now?" Chris asked. "I'll tell you what we don't do," May said, "We don't stand around here like a bunch of idiots. We have no food, water or shelter, and the nearest town is miles away." "What about that old guy who lives on the edge of town?"Joey asked, "Maybe his house wasn't destroyed." "Get real, that digimon destroyed everything." "It didn't get us, so maybe it didn't get that old guy. You've surely heard the rumors about him being immortal." "That's all they are, rumors. The fact of the matter is, he doesn't exist." "Then why do I see him coming toward us right now?" Gary asked. Just as he said, a worn old man with an enormous grey beard, dressed in worn brown robes and carrying a golden staff with a pitch-black glass sphere atop it walked up to them. "Come with me, I will explain everything along the way." They followed him, if only out of lack of anything else to do. He said that the glass ball on his staff was called the Orb of Entropy, and that it contained 1,000 black holes condensed into energy which he had used to save them from the digimon, known as Imperialdramon Devil Mode, which had attacked their town. "Why only us? Why couldn't you protect our friends, our family from that thing?" "If any more people had survived, it would have noticed. You 7 have a destiny to fufill, and the element of surprise will be essential."
After walking for about an hour, they came to a nearby mountain range, with an almost sheer cliff face in front of them. The old man stood defiantely before the mountain and cried out, "Open!" When nothing happened, Rob turned and started walking away, saying, "C'mon guys, we don't need this lunatic." The sound of ancient, long-unused machinery slowly pulling open the cliff caused him to freeze in his tracks. "You were saying?" the old man asked him. They walked down a short hallway into a vast room illuminated by torches that seemed almost to light themselves. Those, plus the strange carvings on the walls and ceiling and the eerie feeling that there were more people in the room than he could see, caused Joey to bolt for the entrance. "Wait!" the old man shouted, "If any you leave, you will doom your companions to failure before they even know their quest. Joey stopped to think about that statement, and while he did, the door closed. Faced with only one option, Joey reluctantly walked back to the group. As he did so, he took a good look at the chamber they were in. 10 massive pillars supported the upper portion of the wall, and there was a structure in the middle of the chamber that could only be described as an altar. Thousands of small carved symbols covered the lower wall, with a bigger design on each column and 10 huge ones on the upper wall. Surprisingly, the ceiling appeared devoid of any markings at all. "Welcome," the old man said when all seven survivors were gathered in front of him, "To the final resting place of the greatest legends that ever lived, the Digidestined."