Disclaimer: The first part of this was written by Phoenix (Flame of) but sadly she's very ill and can't carry on with this story. So I've taken it over. Here it is the promised TK part! Please read and review, you know you want to! I don't own Digimon, isn't that a shame. Will Ken save Davis? Will anyone listen to him? Well you just have to wait and see won't you!
Such a Perfect World?
Part 6:- Zanthmon's Song (TK part 1)
Written by Sethoz.
'In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.'
- Martin Luther King Jr. (1929 - 1968)
"We will stop here for a rest if you wish." Mornamon said, not looking at TK. TK gave a little frown but simply nodded. He sank to the ground with a relived sigh. They had been walking in silence for what seemed to TK anyway- for the best part of an hour. Even now and then TK would try and start a conversation with Mornamon but she seemed oddly reluctant to talk. He looked around the glade they were in, his breath taken away by the sheer beauty of it. It was a perfect round circle of long green grass, with a ring of tall oak trees around it. In the right hand side of the glade was a small pond which TK was now lying by. There was a old tree trunk by the end of it, which Mornamon sat on. TK wiggled forward and reached towards the pond to take a handful of the clear water.
"Don't." Mornamon said, her hand suddenly flying out and stopping TK's from touching the water. "That water is not to be drunk."
"Why?"
"There was a battle here... long ago. A great Digimon sacrificed himself to save the whole Digital world. That pond came from where his data fell. It is forbidden to taste it." Mornamon whispered, keeping her tone low. TK opened his mouth to ask more questions, but a look from Mornamon stopped him. He had a feeling that the Digimon who had died here was somehow connected to Mornamon in some way that she didn't want TK to know about. Mornamon gave a tiny gasp and placed a paw to her chest, giving little squeaks as she tried to bring much needed oxygen into her lungs. After a few seconds she brought her breathing under control. She risked a glance at TK and was glad to see he was staring at the pond, totally transfixed by something in the water. She slowly placed her paw in a pocket of her robes and pulled out some pan pipes. With a faint blow on the pipes she began to play a slow simple melody. TK half turned his head so he could hear the music better, he was caught in the magic of the music. How long Mornamon played was something of a mystery. It seemed like she had played for a few minutes, yet in truth it was much longer. The tune was simple but haunting. As she blew the last few notes and let them glide across the glade, TK moved slightly and spoke with a great effort.
"What was that?" For a long while it seemed as if Mornamon was not going to answer, indeed it seemed as if she had not even hear the question. TK was just being to think that was what had happened when Mornamon placed the pan pipes back in her robes.
"It is called 'The Last March Of Zanthmon' or more simply 'Zanthmon's Song'." She answered.
"It tells the story of Zanthmon, one of the first great Digimon. He was the Digimon who would await for all Digimon when they were deleted. However... he made a mistake." She gave a hollow laugh.
"A simple mistake by believing someone was ready for something they were not. He died."
"How could he have been the Digimon that waited for deleted Digimon? That's what you do." TK asked.
"After the battle Zanthmon was killed. His data fell to the ground. It was here that that great battle took place. Because he was gone there was no re-formatting. Then... a small Digimon found Zathmon's pan pipes... yes, the ones I have. Somehow they had not be deleted, along with the rest of him. That small Digimon played the pipes and created that song you just heard. He also created... me. I was born in this glade... the pipes came to me and I started my task."
"There's just one thing I don't understand. Why are you telling me this?" TK asked.
"What happened that day made ripples, ripples that should never have been made. They are still being felt today." Mornamon stood abruptly up. "Are you ready to move?" At TK's nod she began to walk again, out of the glade and along a path TK could have sworn was not there a minute ago. For the next few minutes they simply walked along, each deep in there own thoughts. They passed out of the forest they had been in and carried along the dirt path, heading for a wisp of smoke that could just been seen in the distance.
"Mornamon..." hissed a voice behind them. They both swung around. Standing behind them was a shadow. Mornamon took a tiny step forward. Her eyes widened as she stared hard at the shade of the Digimon before her.
"No..." she muttered, falling to her knees. "Missmon... Missmon, how?"
"I can't stay long Mornamon. It is only the power of our friendship that is preventing the curse from taking complete control. I do not know how long that will last."
"Missmon." Mornamon muttered, still in shock. The shade, which looked like a tall lizard took a step forward on two thin legs. Her long tail swished back and forth.
"I am sorry Mornamon. The Ex-mon are coming." Missmon began to fade away.
"Missmon! No!" Mornamon pleaded. Missmon gave a sad laugh.
"My name is Ex-mon now... please Mornamon promise me something. Promise me you will delete me... that you will free me."
"No... you're my friend, how can I do that?"
"Promise me..." The shade was nearly gone by now, there was just a faint outline. Mornamon stood up and flung her head back.
"I promise." she said, her voice ringing out, clear as a bell. She grabbed TK and began to run towards the smoke, her feet pounding on the ground. Every few seconds she would look behind her trying to spot the Ex-mon that she knew must be after them. They were about half-way there when TK spotted someone else running in the same direction.
"Who's that?" He asked, pointing. Mornamon paused and wasted precious seconds as she stared at the figure in the distance.
"That's courage... someone I wanted you to meet, but know is not the time." Mornamon said. She began to run again, dragging TK behind her, keeping one eye on the distant figure.
"Why do you want me to met Tai? I already know him." TK panted, the stain of running so fast taking it's toil on him.
"That's not Tai."
"Davis then."
"It's not Davis either Hope." Mornamon said, her eye still fixed on the approaching person.
"What?" TK protested, pulling his arm out of Mornamon's grasp and stopping. "Who else would it be? It has to be either Tai or Davis!" Mornamon stopped and turned so she was facing him. Her face held a slightly mocking smile.
"Not true. You wanted a world without Davis didn't you. This is it." Mornamon said. TK looked at her.
"A world without Davis?" He asked. Mornamon nodded.
"Nice isn't it." She said. TK looked around. Behind them was the forest they had come from with it's lush green leaves. In front of them was a city. In-between those two things was the desert they were standing on now.
"Looks alright." TK muttered, kicking at the ground with his feet. "A forest, then a desert, then a city."
"Look again. Doesn't the city look... odd to you?" Mornamon asked. TK looked. The city seemed normal. It was only when Mornamon gestured to him to look again that TK saw it. What had first seemed like smoke rising from chimneys was in reality dying embers of a fire on the roof.
"The city is on fire." TK stated flatly. "It's a ruin isn't it." He kicked at a rock under his feet, as he stared at the ruin ahead of them.
"Look at that rock." Mornamon said. TK stopped mid-kick and looked down. His whole body froze as he stared in horror at the thing he had been kicking. Mornamon bent down and picked up the object. It was a broken piece of a black ring.
"This is a desert because there was a huge battle here between the Digidestined of this world and the Digimon Emperor. Every part of a dark ring marks the place where a Digimon was deleted."
"Ken's still a baddie?" TK croaked out.
"Of course. Without Davis there was no one to change him back. The person who gained Courage in this world also gained Friendship in the end, but it wasn't enough to free Ken." TK shook his head, letting a single tear escape.
"In the end?" He asked, his voice wobbly.
"When you first found the egg, courage was not there. It was opened later to save Matt." Mornamon said. She bent down so her eyes were level with TK's. Before she had a chance to say anything a shadow hit her, sending her tumbling to one side. TK jumped back as he stared at the thing in front of him.
"It's an Ex-mon!" Cried Mornamon climbing to her feet. She took up a fighting stance, ready to fight the Ex-mon. TK stared at the shade in horror. It was in the shape of Devimon, the one Digimon TK feared, for it was the one Digimon that had taken Patomom away from him. Mornamon looked from TK to the Ex-mon and back again, understanding dawning on her face. With a little gasp all of TK's courage left him and he turned, running away from both the city and the Ex-mon. Mornamon's eyes widened as he saw the direction TK was running in.
"TK!" She screamed, using his name for the very first time. The Ex-mon swung it's arm, hitting Mornamon in the chest. She spun away from TK to face the evil Digimon in front of her. With a snarl she jumped into the air and placed both of her paws together in a prayer motion. Her paws began to glow as rays from the sun hit her.
"Life's fury!" She screamed, her hands moving to an pointing motion, every finger at the Ex-mon. It screamed as light flew from Mornamon's hands and hit it. With a roar of anger it simply vanished. Mornamon sank to the ground, the strain of having to take out just one Ex-mon was huge. She hated what was happening to her, hated the change that was coming. With a muttered curse she remembered TK and slowly stood up. She began to limp towards the rote TK had taken when lightheadedness washed over her.
"Oh no." she muttered, clutching at her head. "Not here, not now." Her eyes rolled up in there sockets as she fell towards the ground. Before she reached it, there was a hiss and Mornamon faded away.
~@~
Mornamon glanced around the empty room, worry clear on her features.
"You summoned me?" She called. A shadow moved forward and Mornamon bowed her head in respect.
"The line is blurring." It said. "You are running out of time aren't you."
"There is still time. I will not fail as Zanthmon failed." Mornamon said. The shadow sighed.
"I truly hope not Mornamon, for I greatly like you. So I have this for." A small flash of blue light flew from the shadow into Mornamon. "I have returned the energy you used to stop that Ex-mon. Good luck Mornamon." The shadow vanished and Mornamon was left alone in the room again.
"There is still time." she muttered to herself. "I will complete my task."
~@~
Mornamon hit the ground running, heading as fast as she could towards the place where she had last seen TK. After about one minute she noticed a pale white fog was slowly drifting about. Fear spiked through her body as she saw the ghosty image of a bridge rise up out of the fog. She skidded to a stop, just before the start of the bridge. TK was standing on the middle of the bridge, staring as a small bronze plaque and a single bunch of flowers.
"What is this place?" He asked, making Mornamon jump. She hadn't known that TK had heard her coming. Mornamon sighed and walked to the middle of the bridge her eyes drawn to the simple plaque.
"It is called the Bridge of Lost Hope."
TBC...
There you have, please check back soon for the next part!
Coming Soon... Part 7: Bridge of Lost Hope.
Please review!
Sethoz-Chan
Such a Perfect World?
Part 6:- Zanthmon's Song (TK part 1)
Written by Sethoz.
'In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.'
- Martin Luther King Jr. (1929 - 1968)
"We will stop here for a rest if you wish." Mornamon said, not looking at TK. TK gave a little frown but simply nodded. He sank to the ground with a relived sigh. They had been walking in silence for what seemed to TK anyway- for the best part of an hour. Even now and then TK would try and start a conversation with Mornamon but she seemed oddly reluctant to talk. He looked around the glade they were in, his breath taken away by the sheer beauty of it. It was a perfect round circle of long green grass, with a ring of tall oak trees around it. In the right hand side of the glade was a small pond which TK was now lying by. There was a old tree trunk by the end of it, which Mornamon sat on. TK wiggled forward and reached towards the pond to take a handful of the clear water.
"Don't." Mornamon said, her hand suddenly flying out and stopping TK's from touching the water. "That water is not to be drunk."
"Why?"
"There was a battle here... long ago. A great Digimon sacrificed himself to save the whole Digital world. That pond came from where his data fell. It is forbidden to taste it." Mornamon whispered, keeping her tone low. TK opened his mouth to ask more questions, but a look from Mornamon stopped him. He had a feeling that the Digimon who had died here was somehow connected to Mornamon in some way that she didn't want TK to know about. Mornamon gave a tiny gasp and placed a paw to her chest, giving little squeaks as she tried to bring much needed oxygen into her lungs. After a few seconds she brought her breathing under control. She risked a glance at TK and was glad to see he was staring at the pond, totally transfixed by something in the water. She slowly placed her paw in a pocket of her robes and pulled out some pan pipes. With a faint blow on the pipes she began to play a slow simple melody. TK half turned his head so he could hear the music better, he was caught in the magic of the music. How long Mornamon played was something of a mystery. It seemed like she had played for a few minutes, yet in truth it was much longer. The tune was simple but haunting. As she blew the last few notes and let them glide across the glade, TK moved slightly and spoke with a great effort.
"What was that?" For a long while it seemed as if Mornamon was not going to answer, indeed it seemed as if she had not even hear the question. TK was just being to think that was what had happened when Mornamon placed the pan pipes back in her robes.
"It is called 'The Last March Of Zanthmon' or more simply 'Zanthmon's Song'." She answered.
"It tells the story of Zanthmon, one of the first great Digimon. He was the Digimon who would await for all Digimon when they were deleted. However... he made a mistake." She gave a hollow laugh.
"A simple mistake by believing someone was ready for something they were not. He died."
"How could he have been the Digimon that waited for deleted Digimon? That's what you do." TK asked.
"After the battle Zanthmon was killed. His data fell to the ground. It was here that that great battle took place. Because he was gone there was no re-formatting. Then... a small Digimon found Zathmon's pan pipes... yes, the ones I have. Somehow they had not be deleted, along with the rest of him. That small Digimon played the pipes and created that song you just heard. He also created... me. I was born in this glade... the pipes came to me and I started my task."
"There's just one thing I don't understand. Why are you telling me this?" TK asked.
"What happened that day made ripples, ripples that should never have been made. They are still being felt today." Mornamon stood abruptly up. "Are you ready to move?" At TK's nod she began to walk again, out of the glade and along a path TK could have sworn was not there a minute ago. For the next few minutes they simply walked along, each deep in there own thoughts. They passed out of the forest they had been in and carried along the dirt path, heading for a wisp of smoke that could just been seen in the distance.
"Mornamon..." hissed a voice behind them. They both swung around. Standing behind them was a shadow. Mornamon took a tiny step forward. Her eyes widened as she stared hard at the shade of the Digimon before her.
"No..." she muttered, falling to her knees. "Missmon... Missmon, how?"
"I can't stay long Mornamon. It is only the power of our friendship that is preventing the curse from taking complete control. I do not know how long that will last."
"Missmon." Mornamon muttered, still in shock. The shade, which looked like a tall lizard took a step forward on two thin legs. Her long tail swished back and forth.
"I am sorry Mornamon. The Ex-mon are coming." Missmon began to fade away.
"Missmon! No!" Mornamon pleaded. Missmon gave a sad laugh.
"My name is Ex-mon now... please Mornamon promise me something. Promise me you will delete me... that you will free me."
"No... you're my friend, how can I do that?"
"Promise me..." The shade was nearly gone by now, there was just a faint outline. Mornamon stood up and flung her head back.
"I promise." she said, her voice ringing out, clear as a bell. She grabbed TK and began to run towards the smoke, her feet pounding on the ground. Every few seconds she would look behind her trying to spot the Ex-mon that she knew must be after them. They were about half-way there when TK spotted someone else running in the same direction.
"Who's that?" He asked, pointing. Mornamon paused and wasted precious seconds as she stared at the figure in the distance.
"That's courage... someone I wanted you to meet, but know is not the time." Mornamon said. She began to run again, dragging TK behind her, keeping one eye on the distant figure.
"Why do you want me to met Tai? I already know him." TK panted, the stain of running so fast taking it's toil on him.
"That's not Tai."
"Davis then."
"It's not Davis either Hope." Mornamon said, her eye still fixed on the approaching person.
"What?" TK protested, pulling his arm out of Mornamon's grasp and stopping. "Who else would it be? It has to be either Tai or Davis!" Mornamon stopped and turned so she was facing him. Her face held a slightly mocking smile.
"Not true. You wanted a world without Davis didn't you. This is it." Mornamon said. TK looked at her.
"A world without Davis?" He asked. Mornamon nodded.
"Nice isn't it." She said. TK looked around. Behind them was the forest they had come from with it's lush green leaves. In front of them was a city. In-between those two things was the desert they were standing on now.
"Looks alright." TK muttered, kicking at the ground with his feet. "A forest, then a desert, then a city."
"Look again. Doesn't the city look... odd to you?" Mornamon asked. TK looked. The city seemed normal. It was only when Mornamon gestured to him to look again that TK saw it. What had first seemed like smoke rising from chimneys was in reality dying embers of a fire on the roof.
"The city is on fire." TK stated flatly. "It's a ruin isn't it." He kicked at a rock under his feet, as he stared at the ruin ahead of them.
"Look at that rock." Mornamon said. TK stopped mid-kick and looked down. His whole body froze as he stared in horror at the thing he had been kicking. Mornamon bent down and picked up the object. It was a broken piece of a black ring.
"This is a desert because there was a huge battle here between the Digidestined of this world and the Digimon Emperor. Every part of a dark ring marks the place where a Digimon was deleted."
"Ken's still a baddie?" TK croaked out.
"Of course. Without Davis there was no one to change him back. The person who gained Courage in this world also gained Friendship in the end, but it wasn't enough to free Ken." TK shook his head, letting a single tear escape.
"In the end?" He asked, his voice wobbly.
"When you first found the egg, courage was not there. It was opened later to save Matt." Mornamon said. She bent down so her eyes were level with TK's. Before she had a chance to say anything a shadow hit her, sending her tumbling to one side. TK jumped back as he stared at the thing in front of him.
"It's an Ex-mon!" Cried Mornamon climbing to her feet. She took up a fighting stance, ready to fight the Ex-mon. TK stared at the shade in horror. It was in the shape of Devimon, the one Digimon TK feared, for it was the one Digimon that had taken Patomom away from him. Mornamon looked from TK to the Ex-mon and back again, understanding dawning on her face. With a little gasp all of TK's courage left him and he turned, running away from both the city and the Ex-mon. Mornamon's eyes widened as he saw the direction TK was running in.
"TK!" She screamed, using his name for the very first time. The Ex-mon swung it's arm, hitting Mornamon in the chest. She spun away from TK to face the evil Digimon in front of her. With a snarl she jumped into the air and placed both of her paws together in a prayer motion. Her paws began to glow as rays from the sun hit her.
"Life's fury!" She screamed, her hands moving to an pointing motion, every finger at the Ex-mon. It screamed as light flew from Mornamon's hands and hit it. With a roar of anger it simply vanished. Mornamon sank to the ground, the strain of having to take out just one Ex-mon was huge. She hated what was happening to her, hated the change that was coming. With a muttered curse she remembered TK and slowly stood up. She began to limp towards the rote TK had taken when lightheadedness washed over her.
"Oh no." she muttered, clutching at her head. "Not here, not now." Her eyes rolled up in there sockets as she fell towards the ground. Before she reached it, there was a hiss and Mornamon faded away.
~@~
Mornamon glanced around the empty room, worry clear on her features.
"You summoned me?" She called. A shadow moved forward and Mornamon bowed her head in respect.
"The line is blurring." It said. "You are running out of time aren't you."
"There is still time. I will not fail as Zanthmon failed." Mornamon said. The shadow sighed.
"I truly hope not Mornamon, for I greatly like you. So I have this for." A small flash of blue light flew from the shadow into Mornamon. "I have returned the energy you used to stop that Ex-mon. Good luck Mornamon." The shadow vanished and Mornamon was left alone in the room again.
"There is still time." she muttered to herself. "I will complete my task."
~@~
Mornamon hit the ground running, heading as fast as she could towards the place where she had last seen TK. After about one minute she noticed a pale white fog was slowly drifting about. Fear spiked through her body as she saw the ghosty image of a bridge rise up out of the fog. She skidded to a stop, just before the start of the bridge. TK was standing on the middle of the bridge, staring as a small bronze plaque and a single bunch of flowers.
"What is this place?" He asked, making Mornamon jump. She hadn't known that TK had heard her coming. Mornamon sighed and walked to the middle of the bridge her eyes drawn to the simple plaque.
"It is called the Bridge of Lost Hope."
TBC...
There you have, please check back soon for the next part!
Coming Soon... Part 7: Bridge of Lost Hope.
Please review!
Sethoz-Chan