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Chapter 2
Sara looked at the hole in the wall that the digimon of hope had crated after it had somehow digivolved. She didn't know how it had done that. All she new was that Travis was somehow involved with it. There had been an odd cloud of gray around him for a minute.
It had brushed past her right before the little flying pig had transformed. It had been both warm and icy cold at the same time. She didn't know what it was, or how it had done what it had done, but she was sure there was a way to stop it.
But what hurt was the fact that he had ran from her. He had kissed her, and then used this odd power to run away from her. She didn't quite know how to take that. He had to have felt the power in that kiss, there was no way that he couldn't have. She saw it in his eyes. He had wanted it as much as she did.
So why did he run?
There had been something in his gray eyes right before he had done... what ever the hell he did. Something she just couldn't quite place. She glanced back at her companion, the women who would be leader far too soon for Sara's liking. She smiled a tight smile at that though. How would Travis react when the friends he had placed above her no longer had Tai to lead them?
Still smiling that mirthless smile she healed Beth's Agumon. That had been a very strong blast, the power of hope must still reside at lest in part inside that digimon. At lest she guessed that had to be it, but if that had indeed been hope's partner then shouldn't it have become a Angemon?
It was rather confusing too say the lest. And nothing she could think of made it any better. Or anymore understandable. And too make matters worse all of *her* partners were newbies to the digital world, and if her sudden appearance at home had been any indication... She shivered as the memory of that came back to her unbidden.
It had been a shock and a half to see her parents looking so... old. And to make matters worse, they had thought her dead. Heck she was legally dead. Had been for over five years. That was an interesting experience. And the sad part was, that in a way she had been. Dead that is.
It had taken those eight other kids being killed like she had been and finding their way back, though her power no less. For her to then pull herself together into a semblance of her body.
Only to then be forced to watch and what until a hole was made once again after the defeat of Apoclimon. To sit in that void of discarded data like so much garbage until yet another grate evil tried to destroy at lest one reality.
That hadn't happened till the activation of the last destiny stone.
She snorted at the stupidity at all the "evils" that had tried to take over or destroy the digital or real worlds. The last had been the worst. The two idiot digimon that had made that false BlackWarGraymon had by far been the worst.
They had almost blown everything strat to hell and why? She never found out. She had been freed about then and gone back home, to a world that she hardly recidnized.
She shoved all of that into the far recesses of her mind. She didn't and couldn't deal with that right now.
Instead she merle looked out the hole in the wall, for a moment more, before heading off to help try and train her new team mates. She just hopped that Tai would arrive soon as loosing Travis was going to make it that much harder for them in advance at the pace she wanted them too.
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Elizabeth Sutherland known as Beth to her friends, well she called them friends but even she doubted they would use the same term for her. She was a gorges red-headed green eyed girl with the temper to mach all the stereotypes of her hair color. And she couldn't have like it better.
Her long flaming locks fell to the small of her back, clashing with her green sweater, that made her eyes sparkle like emeralds. Her long denim clad legs now moved with a steady proud stride as she made her way to the training hall.
A small cruel smirk graced her lips as one of the younger girls, a blond little space case, quickly got out of her way. Oh yes, it was good to be the Queen.
Or at lest the Princess.
But that was only temporary. The current "Queen" would be pushed aside soon and she would take her place as adviser like it was supposed to be. Beth was, after all, the ultimate tyrant.
The holder of the crest of fear. And fear could do anything.
Unfortunately, holding fear didn't make her immune to it. Sara frightened her, as did that boy she had brought into their base. She growled at the memory. Not only had he gotten away, taken back possibly the most powerful digimon in existence, but he had looked at Sara in a way that made the looks she had always gotten from men look meaningless.
She couldn't understand that, and that scared her as well. The boy was a wild card, an unknown property in this little war that she and the others would soon start. But then, as far as Beth was concerned, so was Sara.
But for all of that she had knowledge that was desperately needed, as so couldn't be disposed of out of hand. And even worse she was a calming influence over the others who would try to lead. Pride, Darkness and Lust all vide for the spot that would be Beth's and Beth's alone.
Her smile turned predatory as she strode into the field her Agumon at her heels, she opened a pin to let the first of her targets come out to fight and die. And she hoped that soon her partner would reached the level of ultimate, for then and only then would she be able to take her place as leader in truth.
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Nicole Anderson watched as Beth moved on, happy to be over looked. The young sandy-blond headed girl that went by Nikki had never been comfortable around the older girl. Her part was, for the most part, done. So now she needed to only train and wait until the battles started.
The battles, that was something she was not looking forward too. She was anything but a fighter. There was no beauty in war, and pain and death. And beauty was what she lived for. She was an artist, and a good one at that.
Where her counterpart always had his laptop and was always in the search for more knowledge, she always had her sketchbook and journal. She lived in a world of her own making much of the time, for it was better by far then the ones in witch she truly lived.
The fog had been hers, for her group was the opposite of the firsts. They could use there crests but not digivolve, it was an intriguing concept. She imagined that if one of them made it to the next level there opposite in number would have made a startling discovery about the powers of their crest.
IT had not yet happened but she was sure she would be proven right. Imagination was the first step to knowledge after all. For what was an hypothesis but nothing more then an imagined outcome?
And that was what the young girl was. For looking past her jeans and red T- shirt, past her sandy-blond hair and her almost purple eyes. She was the barer of imagination, the creator of illusions. And the power of imagination was the strongest and most potent gift of man.
She smiled, a real genuine smile at that thought. She would never lead, but she had no wish too. No she was the power behind the thrown. And both Sara and Beth would always have need for her. And her skills.
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Yet another young girl watched from the shadows. Her icy blue eyes taking in both Beth's passing and Nikkei's sudden grin. She snorted at both of them, the weak fools. Beth thought herself to be the next leader once Sara stepped down. This girl thought otherwise.
She tuned and headed down the hallway that she had been hiding in, unnoticed by the holder of illusions. He long black trench-coat billowing out behind her like a cape. She held the crest of darkness and was proud to be its holder. She and her partner would soon hold sway over all this world as there masters had commanded.
Her black stained lips smiled slightly at the though of her partner. Despair was such a glorious tool. His powers along with that of illusion's had been the opening gambit. And he was her creature, her possession, her love. Her only friend.
At lest he was, until they had been told of this world, been shown its wonders and been given there digimon. All she need do was kill the holder of light... kill her, or turn her into what she herself was. A child of darkness.
The angle of night's musical laugh twinkled in the shadowed bastion of evil that had taken root on the far reaches of file island. The one place that the so called chosen ones wouldn't even think to look 'till it was far too late. They had been on server far too long.
That laughter had been brought on by a rather delicious idea. For if the angle of light was every thing and nothing like her as her master had said, then the easiest way to hurt her, brake her, would be though either courage.... Or hope.
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Ok I'm going to stop it there for right now. I'd like to thank my one reviewer from the last chapter. Please review all you want. I'd love the feed back and I'm sure that you won't mess me up in the slightest...
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Wow, ok quick revise of some grammar that I actually caught! go me! And I'm going to take the time to say thanks to my other reviewer!
Thanks for the words of encouragement they mean a lot. And don't worry I'm going to explain Sara fitting in and Travis' statement way, way back in chapter one of Equilibrium book one.
Chapter 2
Sara looked at the hole in the wall that the digimon of hope had crated after it had somehow digivolved. She didn't know how it had done that. All she new was that Travis was somehow involved with it. There had been an odd cloud of gray around him for a minute.
It had brushed past her right before the little flying pig had transformed. It had been both warm and icy cold at the same time. She didn't know what it was, or how it had done what it had done, but she was sure there was a way to stop it.
But what hurt was the fact that he had ran from her. He had kissed her, and then used this odd power to run away from her. She didn't quite know how to take that. He had to have felt the power in that kiss, there was no way that he couldn't have. She saw it in his eyes. He had wanted it as much as she did.
So why did he run?
There had been something in his gray eyes right before he had done... what ever the hell he did. Something she just couldn't quite place. She glanced back at her companion, the women who would be leader far too soon for Sara's liking. She smiled a tight smile at that though. How would Travis react when the friends he had placed above her no longer had Tai to lead them?
Still smiling that mirthless smile she healed Beth's Agumon. That had been a very strong blast, the power of hope must still reside at lest in part inside that digimon. At lest she guessed that had to be it, but if that had indeed been hope's partner then shouldn't it have become a Angemon?
It was rather confusing too say the lest. And nothing she could think of made it any better. Or anymore understandable. And too make matters worse all of *her* partners were newbies to the digital world, and if her sudden appearance at home had been any indication... She shivered as the memory of that came back to her unbidden.
It had been a shock and a half to see her parents looking so... old. And to make matters worse, they had thought her dead. Heck she was legally dead. Had been for over five years. That was an interesting experience. And the sad part was, that in a way she had been. Dead that is.
It had taken those eight other kids being killed like she had been and finding their way back, though her power no less. For her to then pull herself together into a semblance of her body.
Only to then be forced to watch and what until a hole was made once again after the defeat of Apoclimon. To sit in that void of discarded data like so much garbage until yet another grate evil tried to destroy at lest one reality.
That hadn't happened till the activation of the last destiny stone.
She snorted at the stupidity at all the "evils" that had tried to take over or destroy the digital or real worlds. The last had been the worst. The two idiot digimon that had made that false BlackWarGraymon had by far been the worst.
They had almost blown everything strat to hell and why? She never found out. She had been freed about then and gone back home, to a world that she hardly recidnized.
She shoved all of that into the far recesses of her mind. She didn't and couldn't deal with that right now.
Instead she merle looked out the hole in the wall, for a moment more, before heading off to help try and train her new team mates. She just hopped that Tai would arrive soon as loosing Travis was going to make it that much harder for them in advance at the pace she wanted them too.
*******
Elizabeth Sutherland known as Beth to her friends, well she called them friends but even she doubted they would use the same term for her. She was a gorges red-headed green eyed girl with the temper to mach all the stereotypes of her hair color. And she couldn't have like it better.
Her long flaming locks fell to the small of her back, clashing with her green sweater, that made her eyes sparkle like emeralds. Her long denim clad legs now moved with a steady proud stride as she made her way to the training hall.
A small cruel smirk graced her lips as one of the younger girls, a blond little space case, quickly got out of her way. Oh yes, it was good to be the Queen.
Or at lest the Princess.
But that was only temporary. The current "Queen" would be pushed aside soon and she would take her place as adviser like it was supposed to be. Beth was, after all, the ultimate tyrant.
The holder of the crest of fear. And fear could do anything.
Unfortunately, holding fear didn't make her immune to it. Sara frightened her, as did that boy she had brought into their base. She growled at the memory. Not only had he gotten away, taken back possibly the most powerful digimon in existence, but he had looked at Sara in a way that made the looks she had always gotten from men look meaningless.
She couldn't understand that, and that scared her as well. The boy was a wild card, an unknown property in this little war that she and the others would soon start. But then, as far as Beth was concerned, so was Sara.
But for all of that she had knowledge that was desperately needed, as so couldn't be disposed of out of hand. And even worse she was a calming influence over the others who would try to lead. Pride, Darkness and Lust all vide for the spot that would be Beth's and Beth's alone.
Her smile turned predatory as she strode into the field her Agumon at her heels, she opened a pin to let the first of her targets come out to fight and die. And she hoped that soon her partner would reached the level of ultimate, for then and only then would she be able to take her place as leader in truth.
*******
Nicole Anderson watched as Beth moved on, happy to be over looked. The young sandy-blond headed girl that went by Nikki had never been comfortable around the older girl. Her part was, for the most part, done. So now she needed to only train and wait until the battles started.
The battles, that was something she was not looking forward too. She was anything but a fighter. There was no beauty in war, and pain and death. And beauty was what she lived for. She was an artist, and a good one at that.
Where her counterpart always had his laptop and was always in the search for more knowledge, she always had her sketchbook and journal. She lived in a world of her own making much of the time, for it was better by far then the ones in witch she truly lived.
The fog had been hers, for her group was the opposite of the firsts. They could use there crests but not digivolve, it was an intriguing concept. She imagined that if one of them made it to the next level there opposite in number would have made a startling discovery about the powers of their crest.
IT had not yet happened but she was sure she would be proven right. Imagination was the first step to knowledge after all. For what was an hypothesis but nothing more then an imagined outcome?
And that was what the young girl was. For looking past her jeans and red T- shirt, past her sandy-blond hair and her almost purple eyes. She was the barer of imagination, the creator of illusions. And the power of imagination was the strongest and most potent gift of man.
She smiled, a real genuine smile at that thought. She would never lead, but she had no wish too. No she was the power behind the thrown. And both Sara and Beth would always have need for her. And her skills.
*******
Yet another young girl watched from the shadows. Her icy blue eyes taking in both Beth's passing and Nikkei's sudden grin. She snorted at both of them, the weak fools. Beth thought herself to be the next leader once Sara stepped down. This girl thought otherwise.
She tuned and headed down the hallway that she had been hiding in, unnoticed by the holder of illusions. He long black trench-coat billowing out behind her like a cape. She held the crest of darkness and was proud to be its holder. She and her partner would soon hold sway over all this world as there masters had commanded.
Her black stained lips smiled slightly at the though of her partner. Despair was such a glorious tool. His powers along with that of illusion's had been the opening gambit. And he was her creature, her possession, her love. Her only friend.
At lest he was, until they had been told of this world, been shown its wonders and been given there digimon. All she need do was kill the holder of light... kill her, or turn her into what she herself was. A child of darkness.
The angle of night's musical laugh twinkled in the shadowed bastion of evil that had taken root on the far reaches of file island. The one place that the so called chosen ones wouldn't even think to look 'till it was far too late. They had been on server far too long.
That laughter had been brought on by a rather delicious idea. For if the angle of light was every thing and nothing like her as her master had said, then the easiest way to hurt her, brake her, would be though either courage.... Or hope.
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Ok I'm going to stop it there for right now. I'd like to thank my one reviewer from the last chapter. Please review all you want. I'd love the feed back and I'm sure that you won't mess me up in the slightest...
&^%^&%^%
Wow, ok quick revise of some grammar that I actually caught! go me! And I'm going to take the time to say thanks to my other reviewer!
Thanks for the words of encouragement they mean a lot. And don't worry I'm going to explain Sara fitting in and Travis' statement way, way back in chapter one of Equilibrium book one.