Chapter 18
I paced outside of the infirmary room. Lisa was alive, but some of the wounds from impact would take a while to heal. She would have bled to death if this was Earth. In the matter of if she could bleed. We couldn't heal as fast here as on Earth. So we couldn't leave, or at east she couldn't until they were sure limited bleeding would accrue. The healing rate was half of that on Earth.
"It's all I fault," I said to Artismon, "if it wasn't for me we wouldn't be here." She bowed her head and fingered Lisa's D'Arc. I turned to her, "What are you doing here? You barely know her."
"Yes, that is true. But 'tis I that am her partner. There for I must be loyal to our cause and make sure she is okay." I smiled as she eyed the door.
"At least you see it that way."
"I... I don't understand, is that a good thing?" I slapped my head with my hand. Two Sovereignties with pikes walked down the hall.
"Joan," I looked at them, "the Sovereign calls for your attendants." He bowed low.
"Hold down the fort will ya," I said and lightly punched Artismon in the arm. She nodded and fidgeted with the D'Arc in her hand some more.
D'Artagnan and I stood again in the Council Room. This time D'Antagnan was wearing full Sovereignty armor. A pink and purple bird and a hawk with a red headband and two feathers in it stood by the door.
"Lords and Lady of the Sovereign, you have called, and we have answered."
"Good, as with before we have known about this for a long time. Our lore tells no lies. You have been summoned to this world by the same unknown powers that summoned the past Chosen." The Dragon said wisely.
"Yes my Lord," D'Artagnan nodded
"Biyomon," The Dragon said as the pink bird looked up at him.
"M'lord," she said.
"Go through the portal to Earth. I'm sure that some of the Chosen there will join us. Go see the Head Krupkera; he will give you a scroll. Do not worry; a spell has been cast so a human will see it in his or her own language." He then turned to the hawk. "Hawkmon, you will travel to the outer cities. There are two things I want you to do. First I want you to find and send the Chosen Dieco back here. And when you find Impmon, tell him that we have found the lost scrolls. Including the very one we need for extraction. It's a little ripped and faded, but it does work.
"Second you will find the idiot responsible for letting Lokimon get to our walls! He will pay for his arrogance!" Both the birds went into a sustained flight.
"We fly on your command," they said and left.
"Now Dantagonmon, you and your partner shall go and read the old texts. Try to find something on why you are here." He told us and D'Artagnan nodded.
"I can't read your language!" I yelled at him.
"Then learn," he retorted coldly.
"That could take months!"
"Then have Dantagonmon read it to you for a bed time story."
"I'm not a little..."
"Be silent human! Do not talk to me like that! For thousands of years we have protected your planet from those that wish to destroy you! So learn some respect!" He commanded fiercely.
"Respect, I don't know the meaning of the word. Now listen here you over grown lizard." I heard a slight chuckle from the other four. "You are not my Mom, Dad, teacher, or government official. Do not think I am about to treat you with respect."
"Joan stop, this isn't a good idea," D'Artagnan said.
"No, I will not stop until he understands that I am not under his control!"
"Enough Tamer Joan! You will learn not to defy me! GAURDS!" The doors burst open.
"No wait! She is my partner; let me deal with her this time." D'Antagnan said moving in front of me. One guard had taken my arm while the other pulled a dagger.
"I think that would be the wise thing," Antiramon told him. "She does not yet understand our culture. Let D'Artagnan, excuse me, Dantagonmon, deal with her now. And the next outburst she can face our consiquences for the second offence. Which I am sure won't happen." She eyed me and grinned, maybe hoping I'd get the picture that the second would be worst then what the first is.
"Fine," the dragon said, his guards backing away from me. "Yet, I will tell you that the second time this happens it will be like the third. For you Dantagonmon, will take the charge of the second."
"Y... yess M'lord, I will accept those charges." He bowed and took my arm. "We're leaving now!" D'Artagnan whispered in my ear.
"Joan, do you know why I stopped that from happening back there?" He asked as we walked through the city.
"Because you didn't want me to get hurt, there fore meaning you won't need to face the same pain I would."
"Well... yes and no," he said. "I stopped them because... well, because I didn't think that that would have been the right thing to do. You know nothing of how our society works. Joan," he said taking my arm, "I know what he would have done." D'Artagnan struggled to take off his armor that covers his right arm. When he took care of that he pulled back some of the fur on top of his arm. A huge scar marked his arm.
"Joan, I did not earn this in battle. I got this from doing the same thing you did. Those daggers Joan, they are enchanted. The Krupkeras have put a spell on them, these blades are the only thing that can wound and kill a Digimon as you call us." He pulled one of the daggers from his belt and held it to my face. My eyes widened in fear. "This very blade could wipe me off the face of Diecotra. It also can give me a permanent scar that will haunt me for the rest of my lives." He put it back into his belt.
"I'm sorry, I never knew," I said as he let go of my arm.
"Don't be; just take my armor that I had taken off. We don't have much farther. Only a few more houses down. I just hope you won't try that again. I have heard about the second and third punishments, as well as the fourth and fifth. I assure you that the fifth one is the ultimate punishment any one could receive. Trust me, many have gotten there, I luckily, have not."
"Well what is this fifth punishment," I asked. D'Artagnan stopped in his tracks.
"Death," he said, and that was all for the rest of our track.
I paced outside of the infirmary room. Lisa was alive, but some of the wounds from impact would take a while to heal. She would have bled to death if this was Earth. In the matter of if she could bleed. We couldn't heal as fast here as on Earth. So we couldn't leave, or at east she couldn't until they were sure limited bleeding would accrue. The healing rate was half of that on Earth.
"It's all I fault," I said to Artismon, "if it wasn't for me we wouldn't be here." She bowed her head and fingered Lisa's D'Arc. I turned to her, "What are you doing here? You barely know her."
"Yes, that is true. But 'tis I that am her partner. There for I must be loyal to our cause and make sure she is okay." I smiled as she eyed the door.
"At least you see it that way."
"I... I don't understand, is that a good thing?" I slapped my head with my hand. Two Sovereignties with pikes walked down the hall.
"Joan," I looked at them, "the Sovereign calls for your attendants." He bowed low.
"Hold down the fort will ya," I said and lightly punched Artismon in the arm. She nodded and fidgeted with the D'Arc in her hand some more.
D'Artagnan and I stood again in the Council Room. This time D'Antagnan was wearing full Sovereignty armor. A pink and purple bird and a hawk with a red headband and two feathers in it stood by the door.
"Lords and Lady of the Sovereign, you have called, and we have answered."
"Good, as with before we have known about this for a long time. Our lore tells no lies. You have been summoned to this world by the same unknown powers that summoned the past Chosen." The Dragon said wisely.
"Yes my Lord," D'Artagnan nodded
"Biyomon," The Dragon said as the pink bird looked up at him.
"M'lord," she said.
"Go through the portal to Earth. I'm sure that some of the Chosen there will join us. Go see the Head Krupkera; he will give you a scroll. Do not worry; a spell has been cast so a human will see it in his or her own language." He then turned to the hawk. "Hawkmon, you will travel to the outer cities. There are two things I want you to do. First I want you to find and send the Chosen Dieco back here. And when you find Impmon, tell him that we have found the lost scrolls. Including the very one we need for extraction. It's a little ripped and faded, but it does work.
"Second you will find the idiot responsible for letting Lokimon get to our walls! He will pay for his arrogance!" Both the birds went into a sustained flight.
"We fly on your command," they said and left.
"Now Dantagonmon, you and your partner shall go and read the old texts. Try to find something on why you are here." He told us and D'Artagnan nodded.
"I can't read your language!" I yelled at him.
"Then learn," he retorted coldly.
"That could take months!"
"Then have Dantagonmon read it to you for a bed time story."
"I'm not a little..."
"Be silent human! Do not talk to me like that! For thousands of years we have protected your planet from those that wish to destroy you! So learn some respect!" He commanded fiercely.
"Respect, I don't know the meaning of the word. Now listen here you over grown lizard." I heard a slight chuckle from the other four. "You are not my Mom, Dad, teacher, or government official. Do not think I am about to treat you with respect."
"Joan stop, this isn't a good idea," D'Artagnan said.
"No, I will not stop until he understands that I am not under his control!"
"Enough Tamer Joan! You will learn not to defy me! GAURDS!" The doors burst open.
"No wait! She is my partner; let me deal with her this time." D'Antagnan said moving in front of me. One guard had taken my arm while the other pulled a dagger.
"I think that would be the wise thing," Antiramon told him. "She does not yet understand our culture. Let D'Artagnan, excuse me, Dantagonmon, deal with her now. And the next outburst she can face our consiquences for the second offence. Which I am sure won't happen." She eyed me and grinned, maybe hoping I'd get the picture that the second would be worst then what the first is.
"Fine," the dragon said, his guards backing away from me. "Yet, I will tell you that the second time this happens it will be like the third. For you Dantagonmon, will take the charge of the second."
"Y... yess M'lord, I will accept those charges." He bowed and took my arm. "We're leaving now!" D'Artagnan whispered in my ear.
"Joan, do you know why I stopped that from happening back there?" He asked as we walked through the city.
"Because you didn't want me to get hurt, there fore meaning you won't need to face the same pain I would."
"Well... yes and no," he said. "I stopped them because... well, because I didn't think that that would have been the right thing to do. You know nothing of how our society works. Joan," he said taking my arm, "I know what he would have done." D'Artagnan struggled to take off his armor that covers his right arm. When he took care of that he pulled back some of the fur on top of his arm. A huge scar marked his arm.
"Joan, I did not earn this in battle. I got this from doing the same thing you did. Those daggers Joan, they are enchanted. The Krupkeras have put a spell on them, these blades are the only thing that can wound and kill a Digimon as you call us." He pulled one of the daggers from his belt and held it to my face. My eyes widened in fear. "This very blade could wipe me off the face of Diecotra. It also can give me a permanent scar that will haunt me for the rest of my lives." He put it back into his belt.
"I'm sorry, I never knew," I said as he let go of my arm.
"Don't be; just take my armor that I had taken off. We don't have much farther. Only a few more houses down. I just hope you won't try that again. I have heard about the second and third punishments, as well as the fourth and fifth. I assure you that the fifth one is the ultimate punishment any one could receive. Trust me, many have gotten there, I luckily, have not."
"Well what is this fifth punishment," I asked. D'Artagnan stopped in his tracks.
"Death," he said, and that was all for the rest of our track.