Chapter One
The Shining Digivolution
I grew up, from what I can remember, as a DemiDevimon. I was the smallest out of all the others in school. I was seldom picked on, only because I had learned my special attack: DemiDart. I lived by myself because I was too big to live in Primary Village and too small to hang out with the Champion and Ultimate levels.
I stayed in a small alleyway, living amongst discarded boxes. It was warm in the day, a bit cold at night. I scrounged for food in dumpsters for a variety of half eaten pizza and rotten vegetables, sometimes older than me.
Friends weren't nearly a topic. I had one... a Gekomon. I was fascinated by the way he was able to digivolve. We would sit on top of roofs, staring at the gleaming stars and fantisizing about our future evolutions. He'd gaze up and say "DemiDevimon, yanno.. when I get big and digivolve, I'll be one of dem Tonosama Gekomon's...yeah, an ultimate."
I thought it was silly, dreamin' I mean. I thought he was silly... until he died. I remember it 'till this day. It was rainy. The steel, blue lightning seemed to race through the sky. Gekomon was late from his food gathering that day, so I decided to search for him.
I fluttered down the avenue, feeling my heart pound within every flap. I knew he had to be late because the food was partially scarce, right? I made a sharp turn, then reered back in shock as the lightning cracked like a whip in the sky. Gekomon was crippled, gasping for air but engulfing the dirty water of the muddy puddle he lay in. I landed next to him, putting my face close to his.
"W-what happened," I stammered as warm tears over ran the cold raindrops.
He slowly began to break into dust, uttering the name of the horrible being that slayed him. A name unlike any other, the Angel of Death... Dark Angemon. Dark Angemon had connections with the demon of time and space. Gekomon had finally faded, and so had my loving emotions for him. I thought of him as a brother. A million questions flooded my mind. Had Dark Angemon been trying to get to me? Why had a Digital Overlord gone after a mere street hobo? Why not me? Why him? The lightning and rain stopped, yet the storm within me hadn't subsided. I did the only thing possible... I digivolved.
"DemiDevimon digivolve to... Wizardmon."
His dream was embedded in my mind. He wanted to be a Tonosama Gekomon. What had I become? a lousy magician used for cheap adolescence entertainment? or a lonely mage. It hadn't occured to me that this was going to be my new body. I was surprised by my featured. I had arms, hands, fingers...legs, feet, separated toes apart from my talons. A staff, no wings, and a spiffy lookin' hat. I looked like a human.
I vaguely remember Elecmon in Primary Village. He told the Fresh levels of things that stood erect on two legs and arms with assymetrical bodies. He said on several situations, they saved our world. I once thought they were horror stories, but once I aged... I knew better.
So I left my home. I left the alleyway. I left the city. I left my once humble life as a street bum. The alleyway... it brought back memories as I started my journey.
The Shining Digivolution
I grew up, from what I can remember, as a DemiDevimon. I was the smallest out of all the others in school. I was seldom picked on, only because I had learned my special attack: DemiDart. I lived by myself because I was too big to live in Primary Village and too small to hang out with the Champion and Ultimate levels.
I stayed in a small alleyway, living amongst discarded boxes. It was warm in the day, a bit cold at night. I scrounged for food in dumpsters for a variety of half eaten pizza and rotten vegetables, sometimes older than me.
Friends weren't nearly a topic. I had one... a Gekomon. I was fascinated by the way he was able to digivolve. We would sit on top of roofs, staring at the gleaming stars and fantisizing about our future evolutions. He'd gaze up and say "DemiDevimon, yanno.. when I get big and digivolve, I'll be one of dem Tonosama Gekomon's...yeah, an ultimate."
I thought it was silly, dreamin' I mean. I thought he was silly... until he died. I remember it 'till this day. It was rainy. The steel, blue lightning seemed to race through the sky. Gekomon was late from his food gathering that day, so I decided to search for him.
I fluttered down the avenue, feeling my heart pound within every flap. I knew he had to be late because the food was partially scarce, right? I made a sharp turn, then reered back in shock as the lightning cracked like a whip in the sky. Gekomon was crippled, gasping for air but engulfing the dirty water of the muddy puddle he lay in. I landed next to him, putting my face close to his.
"W-what happened," I stammered as warm tears over ran the cold raindrops.
He slowly began to break into dust, uttering the name of the horrible being that slayed him. A name unlike any other, the Angel of Death... Dark Angemon. Dark Angemon had connections with the demon of time and space. Gekomon had finally faded, and so had my loving emotions for him. I thought of him as a brother. A million questions flooded my mind. Had Dark Angemon been trying to get to me? Why had a Digital Overlord gone after a mere street hobo? Why not me? Why him? The lightning and rain stopped, yet the storm within me hadn't subsided. I did the only thing possible... I digivolved.
"DemiDevimon digivolve to... Wizardmon."
His dream was embedded in my mind. He wanted to be a Tonosama Gekomon. What had I become? a lousy magician used for cheap adolescence entertainment? or a lonely mage. It hadn't occured to me that this was going to be my new body. I was surprised by my featured. I had arms, hands, fingers...legs, feet, separated toes apart from my talons. A staff, no wings, and a spiffy lookin' hat. I looked like a human.
I vaguely remember Elecmon in Primary Village. He told the Fresh levels of things that stood erect on two legs and arms with assymetrical bodies. He said on several situations, they saved our world. I once thought they were horror stories, but once I aged... I knew better.
So I left my home. I left the alleyway. I left the city. I left my once humble life as a street bum. The alleyway... it brought back memories as I started my journey.