Chapter 6
I left the house and moved quickly to the school. I worried about D'Artagnan, but I think he understood what to do. If what I thought was going on with these voices in my mind. Either I had some mental problem or ESP was involved.
The time till lunch moved slowly. The world almost stood still. Sure I enjoyed multiplying and dividing of fractions. Yawn. But lunch is where I could talk freely to Sue.
Yes, I needed to talk to her. She some how knew. I needed to know what was going on.
"Joan," Mr. Taylor said, "what do we do next?" I looked at the board. Ah crud, I wasn't paying any attention. This happens all the time; I usually get in a god amount of reading in this class, but still know what is going on. Even when Aragorn is about to kill some Orcs.
"Err. You flip the second fraction, and changed the divide sign to multiply." He nodded, did what I said, and moved to another person. After he finished the problem homework was passed out and we headed to lunch.
I was able to pack a lunch this morning, fish nuggets were not a food I wanted to eat. Nor did I want to take time off my conversation. The cafeteria was a graveyard. Quiet, vacant, eerie.
"If you don't mind, I'm going to sit over there today. The people she usually sits with are gone." I was faking. The people who sit over there don't even talk to her. They sat at two completely different ends of the table.
"Hi," I said softly setting my lunch box on the table. She looked at me and grinned. "Can... you wouldn't mind if I." She made a gesture saying 'please sit down'.
"So?" she said as soon as I had sat down. I gave her a glare. "OK, so, was that thing I saw in your bag last night real or were you just mocking us?" Us? What did she mean by us? What, was she from another planet or something?
"You... you mean this?" I pulled the computer off my belt and set it on the table. She picked it up and looked at the screen. Then set it down and set something similar to mine on the table. My eyes widened. They were identical, excluding the broken TV look and plastic covering.
A smile befell upon her face. "It is hard to believe this is happening." I pulled out a sandwich and looked at her. "After all these years; we knew that there was a way back. Yet it hasn't been found."
"Found what," I said before taking a bite of my sandwich. She laughed.
"Found what? Didn't he or she tell you where they were from?" Diecotra, I think that was what D'Artagnan said. "We have never found a portal back to The Digital World."
"The Digital what?" I asked, "I thought D'Artagnan was from Diecotra."
"D'Artagnan? Are you sure you have his name right?"
I nodded, "Well it's actually Dantagonmon, but I think we both prefer D'Artagnan."
"OK, what... Diecotra? I have never. Wait," she took a sip from her drink and thought. "I have heard that name before. Yes, that's what they call their world. We were only five when they came." Five, what happened then. Well nothing much, I think I have heard about a war that went on then. A bunch of humans and something called Digimon... The Chosen! That's it. That's who he referred to as the Chosen. Yet that was almost eight years ago. He had to have been exiled for only two years at most. Could what he have done happen a while after the incident on our world?
"Yes, they had many different words then what we used. Their race, world, warriors, all sorts of stuff. Lopmon told me. She told me so many stories. Yet I remember so few things." Lopmon, was she one of them too?
"What do you know about the Chosen?"
"It is a myth of their world," she said. "A myth that there was a race called humans. A few Digimon would someday, hmm, partner up with these humans. Together they would destroy all those that oppose the Sovereign.
"It all sounds crazy to me. But why am I talking, I'm a Chosen Tamer. So are you. Anyway, she told me there wasn't any reason to believe all this." She broke eye contact and looked at the table. And then shook her head. "Oh well, it's all in the past." She took a bite of her sandwich and looked at my computer.
"So what does this thing do?" I asked then took another bite of my sandwich.
"Thing," she said in disgust, "this is no thing. This is a D'Arc, with out this. With out this we wouldn't even be here I bet. Our race might have been destroyed or even slaves to some, I don't know. Some greater evil, that could be twice as vile as any human could be." She pulled something out of her pocket. They were cards, "Here, I always carried these for emergencies. You should know what to do when the time comes." I looked at them, Stone Armor and Fire Breath. This is crazy; these were from a game I have seen in stores.
"OK, thanks," she smiled and ate her lunch. I didn't feel to hungry, I could save this for D'Artagnan. "Would you like to come over and meet him after school?" She shrugged and finished her sandwich.
"I should call my brother. I don't want him coming to pick me up and wait for an hour. Hehe; thought he would deserve it. I'd get him back for that gag he played over the weekend. So yeah, I'll come over. What does he look like?"
"Err, five foot, blue fur, werewolf like stature. Not to hard to miss." Sue shook her head. I guess I might have exaggerated, but she might enjoy the surprise of that he looks like.
Something moved out of the corner of my eye. It looked, from what I saw, like D'Artagnan, yet darker fur color. I thought I told him to stay home.
I left the house and moved quickly to the school. I worried about D'Artagnan, but I think he understood what to do. If what I thought was going on with these voices in my mind. Either I had some mental problem or ESP was involved.
The time till lunch moved slowly. The world almost stood still. Sure I enjoyed multiplying and dividing of fractions. Yawn. But lunch is where I could talk freely to Sue.
Yes, I needed to talk to her. She some how knew. I needed to know what was going on.
"Joan," Mr. Taylor said, "what do we do next?" I looked at the board. Ah crud, I wasn't paying any attention. This happens all the time; I usually get in a god amount of reading in this class, but still know what is going on. Even when Aragorn is about to kill some Orcs.
"Err. You flip the second fraction, and changed the divide sign to multiply." He nodded, did what I said, and moved to another person. After he finished the problem homework was passed out and we headed to lunch.
I was able to pack a lunch this morning, fish nuggets were not a food I wanted to eat. Nor did I want to take time off my conversation. The cafeteria was a graveyard. Quiet, vacant, eerie.
"If you don't mind, I'm going to sit over there today. The people she usually sits with are gone." I was faking. The people who sit over there don't even talk to her. They sat at two completely different ends of the table.
"Hi," I said softly setting my lunch box on the table. She looked at me and grinned. "Can... you wouldn't mind if I." She made a gesture saying 'please sit down'.
"So?" she said as soon as I had sat down. I gave her a glare. "OK, so, was that thing I saw in your bag last night real or were you just mocking us?" Us? What did she mean by us? What, was she from another planet or something?
"You... you mean this?" I pulled the computer off my belt and set it on the table. She picked it up and looked at the screen. Then set it down and set something similar to mine on the table. My eyes widened. They were identical, excluding the broken TV look and plastic covering.
A smile befell upon her face. "It is hard to believe this is happening." I pulled out a sandwich and looked at her. "After all these years; we knew that there was a way back. Yet it hasn't been found."
"Found what," I said before taking a bite of my sandwich. She laughed.
"Found what? Didn't he or she tell you where they were from?" Diecotra, I think that was what D'Artagnan said. "We have never found a portal back to The Digital World."
"The Digital what?" I asked, "I thought D'Artagnan was from Diecotra."
"D'Artagnan? Are you sure you have his name right?"
I nodded, "Well it's actually Dantagonmon, but I think we both prefer D'Artagnan."
"OK, what... Diecotra? I have never. Wait," she took a sip from her drink and thought. "I have heard that name before. Yes, that's what they call their world. We were only five when they came." Five, what happened then. Well nothing much, I think I have heard about a war that went on then. A bunch of humans and something called Digimon... The Chosen! That's it. That's who he referred to as the Chosen. Yet that was almost eight years ago. He had to have been exiled for only two years at most. Could what he have done happen a while after the incident on our world?
"Yes, they had many different words then what we used. Their race, world, warriors, all sorts of stuff. Lopmon told me. She told me so many stories. Yet I remember so few things." Lopmon, was she one of them too?
"What do you know about the Chosen?"
"It is a myth of their world," she said. "A myth that there was a race called humans. A few Digimon would someday, hmm, partner up with these humans. Together they would destroy all those that oppose the Sovereign.
"It all sounds crazy to me. But why am I talking, I'm a Chosen Tamer. So are you. Anyway, she told me there wasn't any reason to believe all this." She broke eye contact and looked at the table. And then shook her head. "Oh well, it's all in the past." She took a bite of her sandwich and looked at my computer.
"So what does this thing do?" I asked then took another bite of my sandwich.
"Thing," she said in disgust, "this is no thing. This is a D'Arc, with out this. With out this we wouldn't even be here I bet. Our race might have been destroyed or even slaves to some, I don't know. Some greater evil, that could be twice as vile as any human could be." She pulled something out of her pocket. They were cards, "Here, I always carried these for emergencies. You should know what to do when the time comes." I looked at them, Stone Armor and Fire Breath. This is crazy; these were from a game I have seen in stores.
"OK, thanks," she smiled and ate her lunch. I didn't feel to hungry, I could save this for D'Artagnan. "Would you like to come over and meet him after school?" She shrugged and finished her sandwich.
"I should call my brother. I don't want him coming to pick me up and wait for an hour. Hehe; thought he would deserve it. I'd get him back for that gag he played over the weekend. So yeah, I'll come over. What does he look like?"
"Err, five foot, blue fur, werewolf like stature. Not to hard to miss." Sue shook her head. I guess I might have exaggerated, but she might enjoy the surprise of that he looks like.
Something moved out of the corner of my eye. It looked, from what I saw, like D'Artagnan, yet darker fur color. I thought I told him to stay home.