Yo. Dragon Flame here. I'm kinda uninspired to work on my other story
(btw, I'm changing it's name to "Halfling"). Actually, my mom purposely
made me uninspired. Innawoo, I'm starting a new fic. This is it. I don't
own the show, but I do own all the original characters that I add in,
unless I say otherwise. I'll be writing a prequel to this to explain about
the angels (don't ask, you'll find out later). The concept (as far as I
know) is also my original idea. However, Animon is up for grabs!
Darkness. The world was in complete darkness. Her once bright blue eyes stared up into the endless sea of black that was the sky. "How," she whispered. "How could I let this happen?" She knew in her heart that the fate of her world wasn't really her fault. Nobody blamed her but herself. She knew who was blamed. She was one of the few who didn't blame them. "It was my fault," she sighed. "I should have called the others. I was supposed to fight back. How could I let this happen?" "Commander?" Her head snapped up. *Stupid, * she thought. *Pay attention! You've got ears, you baka; use them! That could have been an enemy! * "Co... Commander? Um. The scouts are back. And.um, there's somebody who wishes to see you." The commander finally turned to look at the messenger. A small digimon by the name of Animon cowered fearfully under his leader's stare. Animon was a new addition to the force, a mere rookie, and the lone survivor of a purged village. He had never fought before in his life, so he had been assigned to be a messenger and healer. Though he had never actually met her until today, Animon was absolutely terrified of the commander. Her reputation was well known, and greatly respected. To Animon's great surprise, she smiled at him. "Thank you, Animon," she said quietly. "I will be there." Animon stood transfixed by her stare. Her eyes appeared to pierce his soul and learn all there was to know about him. But Animon was more focused on here left eye then any other part of her. It was slightly glazed over with a milky-white film, and there was a scar that crossed over it. "I see you notice my scar," she said. "Do you know how it happened?" Animon shook his head fearfully. "It was very recent. Just a week ago, I believe. One of the dark force squads decided to attack my little group. They didn't appear to be after anything, which was unusual. Normally, they would take captives, or order our immediate surrender, but they didn't. They just killed. I lost nearly half the force." At this point, she looked back up at the sky. "Many, many brave soldiers died, and even more innocents were slaughtered. It was strange. The only objective they had was to reach me, but not even to kill or capture me." She turned back to Animon. "The leader, a Devimon, simply slashed my eye with his sword. He then ordered a retreat. I've been blind in my left eye since that battle." Abruptly, the commander leapt off her rock and landed in front of the small creature. "Take me to the scouts. I will speak to the visitor after."
OK, I'm ending here; I gotta go to my dad's house. Can anybody guess who the commander is? And while we're at it, who the visitor is? I'll give you a hint; neither of them are original characters. Ja ne!
Darkness. The world was in complete darkness. Her once bright blue eyes stared up into the endless sea of black that was the sky. "How," she whispered. "How could I let this happen?" She knew in her heart that the fate of her world wasn't really her fault. Nobody blamed her but herself. She knew who was blamed. She was one of the few who didn't blame them. "It was my fault," she sighed. "I should have called the others. I was supposed to fight back. How could I let this happen?" "Commander?" Her head snapped up. *Stupid, * she thought. *Pay attention! You've got ears, you baka; use them! That could have been an enemy! * "Co... Commander? Um. The scouts are back. And.um, there's somebody who wishes to see you." The commander finally turned to look at the messenger. A small digimon by the name of Animon cowered fearfully under his leader's stare. Animon was a new addition to the force, a mere rookie, and the lone survivor of a purged village. He had never fought before in his life, so he had been assigned to be a messenger and healer. Though he had never actually met her until today, Animon was absolutely terrified of the commander. Her reputation was well known, and greatly respected. To Animon's great surprise, she smiled at him. "Thank you, Animon," she said quietly. "I will be there." Animon stood transfixed by her stare. Her eyes appeared to pierce his soul and learn all there was to know about him. But Animon was more focused on here left eye then any other part of her. It was slightly glazed over with a milky-white film, and there was a scar that crossed over it. "I see you notice my scar," she said. "Do you know how it happened?" Animon shook his head fearfully. "It was very recent. Just a week ago, I believe. One of the dark force squads decided to attack my little group. They didn't appear to be after anything, which was unusual. Normally, they would take captives, or order our immediate surrender, but they didn't. They just killed. I lost nearly half the force." At this point, she looked back up at the sky. "Many, many brave soldiers died, and even more innocents were slaughtered. It was strange. The only objective they had was to reach me, but not even to kill or capture me." She turned back to Animon. "The leader, a Devimon, simply slashed my eye with his sword. He then ordered a retreat. I've been blind in my left eye since that battle." Abruptly, the commander leapt off her rock and landed in front of the small creature. "Take me to the scouts. I will speak to the visitor after."
OK, I'm ending here; I gotta go to my dad's house. Can anybody guess who the commander is? And while we're at it, who the visitor is? I'll give you a hint; neither of them are original characters. Ja ne!