Uhh... it's chapter 9?
"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." –Franklin Roosevelt
For my Hero, Have I Loved Thee?
By D.C.
Time to Reset: Flamedramon's Illness- Fladra's Training
Fladra's gone. I can't believe it. He's dead. He won't come back like his sister…It's my fault. I can't do it! I want to go home. I wish that I didn't leave the stupid party or else a friend I have made close to is gone. Why don't I just start over? Gatomon…I hate her. She's one of the reasons that I left the party. Yet why am I so happy that she is close to me? I never love her …I hate the stupid angels…But why am I sad?
Flamedramon groaned and sweated as the digimon who freed him from the machine cleaned and dressed his wound while it dapped a wet cloth over his head. This digimon wore brown pants and a white zipper shirt that was covered by thorny green vines that wrapped around its chest into a criss-cross style. It wore a pure white helmet with the crest of sincerity engraved on it. Green markings were also under the eyes slits and two medium sized horns sprouted out of it. Brown hair was spiked behind the head covering and ears were barely visible. It also wore wooden gauntlets and a small stuff animal was behind its back. Two swords also stuck out behind its back and the vines attached them. Of course, his name was called Yashamon, the Honorable Sincerity.
"Hey Yazha, iz ze all right?" said another digimon who is three times as small as Yashamon. This one however is like a bee. It has four wings and was mainly yellow and purple. It has its visor that was over its blue head engraved into the crest of knowledge. The red stinger was located at the back of his head. His armor name was the Genius of Knowledge. That name did annoy him, so he preferred is digital name: Honeybeemon, although its more corny.
Yashamon shook his head. He said, "He is in the hatred stage. I hope he doesn't get to the total depression. Pity, such as brave guy, you know."
"Hmm, I know zomething that zould really wake him zup!" the bee grinned his usual grin.
"Please don't tell me, the honey revival," he groaned, remembering the time he was knocked out and his brother gave him some. It made him awake during the entire night. Well, that wasn't as worse as Setmon's herbal tea drink, which was vulgar. Yashamon did wonder how Setmon did get the drink to taste unpleasant, but it was a secret recipe.
"Yep zit wouldn't zurt," he said as he pulled out a crystal flask. Yashamon rolled his eyes and walked a few feet away from the injured body. Honeybeemon dropped a few liquid of yellow stuff into the gaping mouth.
Then there was a big reaction as Flamedramon suddenly sat up, sputtering yellow goop all over the area. He roared as the boom shook the entire forest and it was even heard thirty miles away!
He then set his head against the pillow and then shot up again, "What in the world was that?"
"My favorite revival potion. It alwayz does ze workz," Honeybeemon winked at him.
"Dude, who are you? You're kind of like…small," said Flamedramon asked as he measured the height with his claws.
"Well zo much for helping you, brother!" said the digimon in a hurtful tone.
"Brother? Oh! You mean Flamedramon's brother! Whoa! Talk about family," Flamedramon whistled.
Yashamon looked at him and asked while wiping yellow liquids off his gauntlets, "You're Fladra? You're the inheritor of miracles? Where's Flamedramon?"
"Yes, maybe, and I don't know," Fladra answered, "Been trying to reach his mind, but he really, I mean really depressed. I don't know what happened, because I grew into conscious right now."
Yashamon looked at Honeybeemon and their eyes were troubled. Fladra knew something's wrong with Flamedramon, so he asked, "Is that bad?"
Yashamon sighed as he stepped up and crouched next to the winged dragon. He shook his head, "He going have to go over the hill. You see? He is in terrible shock and it can't be helped. Before you woke up, he was in the hatred stage of this shock. It called the NDM aftermath. Now it's too late to come back to normal. He is going to go to amnesia. Afterwards he would be weakened and at last either destroyed or he sacrificed a virtue that helps him the most: mainly courage."
"And that's bad," he said, "but, does it affect me?"
"We don't know. It seems that it only affect digimon. The only digimon who ever fell at the aftermath is the host of the Fire Angel. After the Fire Angel was released from his host, the poor digimon refused to fight and then he disappeared into thin air. We never track the digimon down, for it was rumored that the data became nothing."
"He's invisible?" Fladra gaped and looked at his claws.
"No, I hope not," Yashamon said.
"So, what shall we do?"
"First Magnamon has to come back fast in a few days, but the aftermath takes weeks! With Magnamon gone, we're toast. Magnamon's partner has to get him to turn into the Imperial dragon and we can fight. Once we try to get you to the temple, Magnamon would be tested only because he is the only brother that never took the test of becoming a Digimental Tamer. It's the test of bravery. Then you get the crystal inside the temple after the testing and your body should split into your own selves, as it was suppose to be an antibody. We would thought of training Magnamon, but he's wandering in your mind and you just grew into conscious."
"Thanks to him, I'm still alive," said Fladra as he jerked his tail at Honeybeemon. He reached into Flamedramon's mind and picked up a bit of the depressed thoughts.
Fladra's dead. All because of me…
"He's still sad."
"And it is going to be worse if he gives up."
"Dude, if I could give him my courage…hey! Can this testing know which courage belongs to which person or digimon?"
"I have never thought of it."
"Can I train for this test, or study?"
"You?" Honeybeemon laughed, "Human? You want to do thiz? That's crazy! Humanz can't act like digimon."
"Hey! I've been in a body of a digimon for five months and I already know the basics. That's why I can do anything!" Fladra puffed his chest.
"Canz you attack without Flamedramon'z aidz?"
"Uh…On second thought…Can you help me?" Fladra's blue ears cocked to one side as his tail twitched.
Yashamon and Honeybeemon looked at each other and the insect cracked up as Yashamon looked about, his eyes brightened by the humor of it all. Fladra was hurt and begged, "Don't you want to do this for your youngest brother? What about the Fire Angel? Dude, this world is at stake and you take this a joke?"
Just then the digimon with the dolphin tail hopped towards them and stopped. The digimon announced, "Lunch time, mates! Good ole Setmon's cookin."
Yashamon and Honeybeemon groaned. As they got up and walked out of the clearing, following the digimon, Fladra got up, wrapped the blanket around his neck and lumbered behind them.
They came to a clearing where the Digimental Tamers ate. There were logs to sit on, and Fladra sat on one next to Yashamon when some Tamer picked him up by his shoulders and carried him to another log where Raidramon sat. The tamer grunted as Fladra whipped his head around, feeling offensive, "Thou must sit at young area, for thou art young."
Raidramon crouched down and purred, "Thanks Kangaroomon. You are ever so kind."
"Yes, it is true, I am Kangaroomon, the Kindly Fighter," Kangaroomon's smile came to a grin as he folded his boxer-like arms around his chest.
"Why me," he muttered looking at the food that was being passed around by the infamous cook, Setmon, the Lovable One.
~*~*~Davis~*~*~
"Dude, what's taking Flamedramon so long?" Davis asked Taomon.
She answered, "He out of the Fallen Angel's reach and training for the test that would follow him to this temple."
"Uh huh. Flamedramon isn't bright enough to pass a test."
"It is dealing with physical and mental strength. Gatomon's gonna be involved in this."
"Well, that's a different story. But, Kari-."
"Yes, she's going to be fine without Gatomon. Kari would wait outside with T.K. while you go inside and retrieve your partner after he finishes."
Davis looked at the sad face of Gatomon, who was sitting on a rock next to the temple they arrived at. The description is very much the same as the picture in the prophecy. The crests were carved in colored stones and they were twirling around on their base.
Patamon set down the water bucket he was giving to some thirsty digimon and trotted towards Gatomon. He sighed as he sat next to her.
"Are you okay? Worrying about him? It's not entirely your fault that Flamedramon's, you know, the way he is."
"What? A freak? I made him into a two-minded freak with wings that some angel wannabe wants for some odd reason. Big deal. It's just that I, uh, I…"
Patamon's ears drooped behind his head, knowing what Gatomon feels about Flamedramon.
"Do you like him?"
"Well," Gatomon started, but tears came to her eyes. "I can't. I love you, but the feeling inside does not feel right. I think I like Flamedramon more than just a friend…"
"Well?" Patamon asked.
"He saved my life just as much as you do."
"Well?"
"He died trying to save me once."
"Well?"
"Just as the last of him dies away, he told me that he would always love me."
"And?"
"Is that my destiny? Loving a dragon? We are a different species. I'm an angel and he's a dragon," Gatomon's eyes looked into Patamon's.
"Well," Patamon began, "I hate to break it to you. I knew it all along. It did not matter what species Veemon is. You love him. How about it?"
"Yeah, maybe you're right," Gatomon looked away and saw the crest of hope spinning on its pillar.
*~*~*~Fladra*~*~*~ and a few days later
It was a nice, peaceful forest where the Digimental Tamers dwelled until the training started.
"RRRUUAAAAGHH! Flaming Fist!" Fladra cried as he flung the fireballs at Yashamon. Yashamon spun his blades in a wheel and the fire dispersed. He then charged at Fladra. Fladra followed suit.
CLANG! Fladra grunted as he felt the wooden swords striking his horn. He gave Yashamon a bear hug and slammed him down on the ground. Fladra flipped over him as Yashamon tried to sweep his legs off the ground. The boy/digimon coolly posed himself into a stance, while the warrior digimon struggled to get up. Both of them panted. At last, Yashamon flung his swords into the ground and bowed. Fladra stopped and bowed.
"Well done!" Yashamon clapped. "You've passed my training of agility. Now, go along, kid. GoldV-dramon's waiting for you."
"So, what's that pole up there?" Fladra looked up, ready for any training.
"That's the catwalk. I want you to jump up there. I want graceful movements when you land," said GoldV-Dramon.
"Like dancing grace?"
"Zince when you learn how to dance?" Honeybeemon raised his eye.
Fladra glared at him, "Since I was young, so?"
"Jump! Young laddie!" Depthmon clapped his claws. Fladra's ears tilted to one side and he gritted, "Well, it shouldn't be a problem. One, two, three!"
He couched down until his buttocks touched the floor and he sprang…a bit too much…
"Fladra! You just missed the catwalk!" yelled GoldV-Dramon.
"COME AGAIN?" Fladra yelled as he shot out of the trees.
Man! I'll never do this again.
What he mean is that that he jumped a hundred feet up into the air when Flamedramon's brothers want him to jump a mere ten feet. Big difference. Then realization hit him. They want him to control his powers. Puffs of air made his wings unfold and he glided around, looking for the brothers.
At last, he found the log and stood on it, gracefully. He looked down and asked, "How's that?"
GoldV-Dramon slapped his dragon-like head.
"Not bad! You've could have actually jump on it, not fly on it! Next!"
"What's next?" asked Fladra as he sat on the log.
"Push-ups!"
"Uh oh."
"Oh yah, mates!" Depthmon grinned at the unhappy Flamedramon.
The next day…
"Oh God! Somebody help me!" gasped Fladra as he struggled for his fortieth push-up while the fat GoldV-Dramon sat on his bare back. Fladra tried to withstand the weight, but with the wings, it's unbearable. So unbearable that his claws were dug into the ground by six inches.
"Oh! Come on mate! Honeybeemon made his hundredth!" Depthmon snickered as Honeybeemon did made his hundredth with the tiny, mammoth-like, and red digimon with yellow stripes and blue horns balancing on the insect's back. Even the small bee beats a warrior digimon.
"Bring zit on! One hundred ze one! One hundred ze two!"
The mammoth digimon grinned as it said only one word as Honeybeemon pushed up and down, "Fun."
"Argh! I can't do it!" Fladra was flat tired. He collapsed on his forty-one and a half. Sweat poured from his neck and back. Even for Flamedramon's strength, it wasn't good enough compared to the Digimental Tamers.
"Alright! Bath time!" said GoldV-Dramon as he moved off the poor digimon's back.
The Tamers evacuated the training grounds as Fladra struggled to get up. His muscles ached as he stumbled off towards the river.
Minutes later…
"Oh, come on, Fladra. I know being a Tamer is hard. Do you want to really drown yourself?" asked Raidramon as he splashed playfully around.
Flamedramon's head came out of the river, soaked. His body was lying lazily at the edge of the river, giving some neck space to dunk his white and blue face with the helmet markings on it into the water.
"I don't think that Flamedramon could fit in. Well, neither can I," said Fladra dejectedly.
"Did you use your guts to do it?"
"Why bother? I tried."
"Hey Fladra!" said the digimon with the silver straps, "How's your arm?"
"My arm?" He sat up and looked at his right arm. The bandaged was still covered in red stains. And he thought that digimon heals fast, but the vigorous training caused the wound to open.
"It's bleeding."
"Well, then, let me help you. My name's Gargoylemon," he said as he unwrapped the bandage. It was flowing a little bit, so the kind digimon wrapped another clean bandage. He then looked into Flamedramon's eyes and said, "Don't worry, Flamedramon, we're here with you. Don't you give up and let the Fallen beat you."
Fladra smirked and said, "He'll never give up, Gargoylemon."
"I know, but he is so young to get involved with us brothers."
"How young?"
"Umm, a mere fifty years apart from Raidramon."
"Fifty!?"
"Yep."
"Whoa! That's impossible! How old is your mom?"
"The Digital World is our mother, young boy!" he grinned. "While you're with your partner, Raidramon did the youngest role."
"Well, how come he doesn't work as hard as me?" he jerked his wet head towards the playful digimon.
"He's not needed for the testing."
"So, is this testing destined for Flamedramon?"
"It may, for it also proves that he is one of us, the Digimental Tamers. We have powers beyond Ultimate. Magnamon, however, is still having powers beyond Ultimate and we want him to be further than Mega."
"No, no, no. It's much impossible for an Armor to have powers beyond Mega."
Fladra paused, images flashed inside his head. He shook them and said, "Who knows what happens if Magnamon did not have the power. He might fail this test?"
"Yes, you are correct. Now, its dinner," Gargoylemon winked at him as he got up and left Fladra near the river. Fladra sighed and thought about the prophecy.
Over the land where the tigers roam…I hope that everyone's right…
Where am I?
Flamedramon?
Who's Flamedramon? Am I Flamedramon?
Uh oh…
"Guys!" Fladra cried as he scrambled onto his feet and ran towards the diner area.
Yashamon was the one who heard the news first and then his ears quivered, "It's too fast! Fladra boy, you must help Flamedramon."
"How?" Panicked Fladra.
"You're the one who is inside of his body, feed him his memories!"
"How?"
"Just do it!"
"Uhh," he closed his eyes and concentrated on the memories that were given to him long ago. Then the voice spoke.
I was Veemon?
I believe yes.
When did I become Flamedramon?
You will find out.
Fladra skipped dinner (Setmon's cooking, again) and walked towards a cliff where his next lesson would be swimming for some weird reason. He sat down and continued. Then one of his artistic talents sprang to life as he retold the story of Flamedramon to his friend that was Flamedramon, but now, he was the listener…
"Then you armor digivolved to Magnamon and have a bit gotten your butt wiped around by Kimeramon, but Wormon, the digimon I mentioned earlier, re-energized you and then in one Extreme Jihad (I'm going Japanese…The dubs were really screwed at this part), Kimeramon was no more."
"What happened to Wormon?" Flamedramon asked in a small, quiet voice.
"He paid a price when he save your life and his partner. The poor guy sacrificed himself. Like you did when you sacrificed yourself to save Gatomon."
"And when was it?"
"You will find out sooner or later, Flamedramon. Anyway my name is Fladra Rie Nidaiisha."
"Are you my conscious or something?"
"In a way, but we need to eat."
"I have a craving for fish."
"Funny, fish was not really your type."
"But, I'm blue as the sea."
"You are a fire-type digimon."
"Oh well, I'm hungry."
"Fine then. Is freshwater okay?"
"I don't mind."
Fladra sneaked quietly down the cliff and hopped towards the stream. The moon glinted against the soft blue skin of his back and the orange tips of his wings were dancing in colors. A splash was heard and a great amount of struggling came from Fladra. He stabbed a large fish with one of his claws and it was dead. Fladra tore at the scales and then concentrated on his fire. It lit up between his gauntlets and in a few minutes, the fish was well cooked. He munched hungrily at it until the bones, the head, and the tail remained.
Fladra tossed it back into the sea and curled up into a ball of feathers and fell asleep. He thought hard about his sister. Flaydran was a digidestined. He did know about it for the rest of his life. Until now, he was unsure what would happen to him. He remembered how Flaydran had gotten her digimon.
It was the very day Daemon came. He was a maturing boy, but was very young and tender. His parents fretted about the attacks going around at Heighten View Terrace. Then a wandering ball of fire strayed from Daemon and obliterated their home. His parents were frantic because he and his sister were stuck in the burning building. Flaydran tried to help her brother, but then she blacked out because of the smoke. Fladra crawled towards an entrance that her sister found. Suddenly a part of the burning ceiling collapsed and he wished from something to save them. A light bursted from Flaydran's pocket and a white hole appeared into the middle of the room. Flamedramon leaped out of the portal and knocked the fire away from him, Fladra, and Flaydran. He carried the two into his muscular arms and skipped towards the exit.
At last, they made it. Flamedramon set Flaydran down and nuzzled her. Her eyes opened and sighed, "Thanks."
Fladra looked at his new hero and asked, "Are you a digimon?"
The digimon faced him; a scar was carved into his helmet, creating fierceness. He said, "I am Flamedramon the Fiery Courage. I am the partner of Flaydran and will ever be."
Fladra grinned, "I wanna have a digimon partner!"
Flamedramon smirked and said, "I'll promise to get you one."
Next day….
"Yo ho! Laddie! What are ye sleeping near a river that 'old! You're not a water-type digimon ya know!"
"Wah?" Fladra opened his eyes. He is still in the digital world when he dreamed of home and he's still Flamedramon. Stretching his wings, he sat up and groggily stared at Depthmon. His legs were numb from sleeping halfway in the water. He flexed his legs until the numbness disappeared as his thigh armor dried up.
The merman thumped his tail as he held two large bags in his vines. He nodded, "Good now, boy, I need ya help to 'arry the fish."
"Why?"
"A nice feast 'ould help ya on ye journey to the 'emple."
"But I'm not ready."
"GoldV-'ramon said that ye come to 'emple today cuz we don't 'ave time."
"But," Fladra responded, "Flamedramon needs time to recuperate."
"Naw. Angel wannabe is 'athering army. It's not 'ood."
"Aww."
Depthmon dropped a bag of fish into Fladra's hands and then started up the stream. He paused and turned around, "One more thang. There isa one more exercise before we let ya on ye own."
Fladra slung the heavy bundle over his shoulders and looked at Flamedramon's brother, "And what's that?"
"Ya need to dejevolve Raidramon, mate."
Fladra nearly dropped his bundle, "WHAT?"
"Our 'rother needs to evolve."
"But-" the fire digimon began, but Depthmon silenced him.
"No buts. It's final."
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Now Fladra is in trouble. How will he digivolve Raidramon?
Chapter 10: Power of Evolution
Sorry it took so long. I've unexpectedly gone to China and back and am very tired. Well, this is getting very interesting, eh? Now I have summer school and it will take longer and I thought.
D.C.
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