Chapter 1
It was the same thing everyday; that is in 8-2's Mrs. Norman's 8th period language art's class. She was cool and everything. But it was always the same.
The boys talked out, no one real raised their hand. We didn't have assigned seats, but we always had the same spots. I sat at the center seat, on the right side from her point of view, up front. No real reason to sit there. Maybe that way the teacher would stop me from reading in his or her class. Maybe it was quite, maybe.
My friend Lisa sat to my right. She impatiently copied the notes from the board. Mine was already written like chicken scratch on my paper. I owned a computer, I could retype it. George sat at the end, closer to his annoying friends. (I think I know why I sat up front, to avoid them). Andy however sat across from me. I've known him for a while. He's a nice guy, a little crazy, (and claims he's overweight).
Then there was Sue. The social outcast. She moved here from Japan last year. She was quite and hardly talked to anyone, not even other people from Japan. Her English was good. Very good actually. Yet she sometimes stumped us with her language. Just for fun maybe.
To me, she was OK. We both took fencing, so I got to know her more then others. There she was a little more talkative. I knew because we always ended up being dueling and insulting partners.
"Joan," Mrs. Norman said, I looked up. She set some papers on my desk. "Get some one to help you with passing these papers out." Naturally I gave half to Lisa. I didn't know everyone by name. Not really. I didn't socialize much, but people knew me, I didn't know them to well. I remember faces, not names.
I dropped a 99% present marked test on Sue's desk. "You aren't going to get on Honor Roll with that," I teased.
"Hold your tongue till tonight," she retorted, "then I'll cut it off with a saber." Andy laughed like a maniac, I pulled out all of his papers I could find and set them on the desk. "With those scores you won't even come close to Merit Roll." I heard her say as I passed out more papers.
I emptied my pile and sat down. Then a glimpse of something caught my eye. It was of a light blue color and moved quickly. I watched the window out of the corner of my eye for a while. Then turned back to listening to yet another way g sounds different.
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I had traveled so long. The portal was only open in one place. Japan. Now I had somehow traveled half way around the world to America. A city in Ohio that was on the urban areas of the capital. Alas! I had found him. The one I had looked all over for.
Every hour he changed rooms. It seemed to be a place of learning. School, I think that was the name. I do not know the name of the school. A Digimon can speak any language, if time is given. Usually Japanese and English, as they are known here. They are fluent to me. It must have something to do with our data. Yes, our data streams. Yet the writing of them differs greatly from mine.
Diecotra is what we called it. The Digital World, to them. Friends told me we were a game. Nothing more at first to the human world. Those friends of mine are wrong. They still believe what the Chosen told them. And yet again, one of the Chosen had to be a Sovereign. A now ruling Lady of our lands.
What could have become of our world if even the greatest have fallen victim to lies. I was a Sovereignty of Diecotra, a warrior of these lands. But trying to beat up a Chosen for her lies does not agree with the laws of our land.
It was eight almost nine years Earth time, after Chaos. It was only seven years after Chaos when I did what I did. With in the time we had soon found the air here clear to breathe. We would not die, but we would not go back. Not unless you were sentenced to exile, as I was. It took me over a year in Earth time to get here. To this school. To my Tamer.
Those were my orders of exile. Not to come back with out him. Though it was not a he I saw in the same room every hour. Not unless he hid in a corner. No, it was a she. A young girl with long golden brown hair. I figured if I stood next to her she would old come up to my shoulders about. I was over five human feet.
I would not have a female child to return with. All though we hold no gender we tend to classify ourselves by voice and build. Though looks are repetitive and so are names, the feeling and sizes our person are what makes us unique. My name to everyone is Dantagonmon. To my friends I go as Dantagon, the mon vexed me. Yet I would still not return with a child of opposite 'genders'. The last one to have that happen died. The Chosen view it differently to why he died. Though I disagree and will not make that mistake.
It was the same thing everyday; that is in 8-2's Mrs. Norman's 8th period language art's class. She was cool and everything. But it was always the same.
The boys talked out, no one real raised their hand. We didn't have assigned seats, but we always had the same spots. I sat at the center seat, on the right side from her point of view, up front. No real reason to sit there. Maybe that way the teacher would stop me from reading in his or her class. Maybe it was quite, maybe.
My friend Lisa sat to my right. She impatiently copied the notes from the board. Mine was already written like chicken scratch on my paper. I owned a computer, I could retype it. George sat at the end, closer to his annoying friends. (I think I know why I sat up front, to avoid them). Andy however sat across from me. I've known him for a while. He's a nice guy, a little crazy, (and claims he's overweight).
Then there was Sue. The social outcast. She moved here from Japan last year. She was quite and hardly talked to anyone, not even other people from Japan. Her English was good. Very good actually. Yet she sometimes stumped us with her language. Just for fun maybe.
To me, she was OK. We both took fencing, so I got to know her more then others. There she was a little more talkative. I knew because we always ended up being dueling and insulting partners.
"Joan," Mrs. Norman said, I looked up. She set some papers on my desk. "Get some one to help you with passing these papers out." Naturally I gave half to Lisa. I didn't know everyone by name. Not really. I didn't socialize much, but people knew me, I didn't know them to well. I remember faces, not names.
I dropped a 99% present marked test on Sue's desk. "You aren't going to get on Honor Roll with that," I teased.
"Hold your tongue till tonight," she retorted, "then I'll cut it off with a saber." Andy laughed like a maniac, I pulled out all of his papers I could find and set them on the desk. "With those scores you won't even come close to Merit Roll." I heard her say as I passed out more papers.
I emptied my pile and sat down. Then a glimpse of something caught my eye. It was of a light blue color and moved quickly. I watched the window out of the corner of my eye for a while. Then turned back to listening to yet another way g sounds different.
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I had traveled so long. The portal was only open in one place. Japan. Now I had somehow traveled half way around the world to America. A city in Ohio that was on the urban areas of the capital. Alas! I had found him. The one I had looked all over for.
Every hour he changed rooms. It seemed to be a place of learning. School, I think that was the name. I do not know the name of the school. A Digimon can speak any language, if time is given. Usually Japanese and English, as they are known here. They are fluent to me. It must have something to do with our data. Yes, our data streams. Yet the writing of them differs greatly from mine.
Diecotra is what we called it. The Digital World, to them. Friends told me we were a game. Nothing more at first to the human world. Those friends of mine are wrong. They still believe what the Chosen told them. And yet again, one of the Chosen had to be a Sovereign. A now ruling Lady of our lands.
What could have become of our world if even the greatest have fallen victim to lies. I was a Sovereignty of Diecotra, a warrior of these lands. But trying to beat up a Chosen for her lies does not agree with the laws of our land.
It was eight almost nine years Earth time, after Chaos. It was only seven years after Chaos when I did what I did. With in the time we had soon found the air here clear to breathe. We would not die, but we would not go back. Not unless you were sentenced to exile, as I was. It took me over a year in Earth time to get here. To this school. To my Tamer.
Those were my orders of exile. Not to come back with out him. Though it was not a he I saw in the same room every hour. Not unless he hid in a corner. No, it was a she. A young girl with long golden brown hair. I figured if I stood next to her she would old come up to my shoulders about. I was over five human feet.
I would not have a female child to return with. All though we hold no gender we tend to classify ourselves by voice and build. Though looks are repetitive and so are names, the feeling and sizes our person are what makes us unique. My name to everyone is Dantagonmon. To my friends I go as Dantagon, the mon vexed me. Yet I would still not return with a child of opposite 'genders'. The last one to have that happen died. The Chosen view it differently to why he died. Though I disagree and will not make that mistake.