Digimon Fan Fiction
Heart of a Warrior
By: Gema J. Gall
Disclaimer: I don't own digimon!
*OK, So I am a complete BlackWarGreyMon fan, so what! He is sooooo
cool! He is, single handedly, the awsomest character in the whole
series. He is so freaking awesome! And I actually was rooting for
him over the digi-destined in every episode. And no one could have
been madder than me when they killed him. So, with out any further
fanatic ravings, here is what I think would happen if BlackWarGreyMon
had been given a second chance.
The digital world and the real world had been slowly merging. More
and more people were finding their digimon partners. And the digi-
destined had their hands full trying to keep the peace while
aquainting any new digi-destined with the digital world. They were so
busy that they didn't even know when he had returned.
But then, no one noticed. Well, not at first anyways. He returned in
obscurity, and remained there for some time. The first ones who
noticed he returned never were able to tell the tale. But, somehow
rumors spread.
"There's a deadly shadow in that dark forest. Don't enter because
those that do never come out again."
"There is a demon who hunts in the night. I heard he is out for
revenge."
"There is a nasty digimon who kills without question. He hides in the
shadows and waits for his next victims."
"Don't misbehave or I'll send you to the shadow warrior. Then, I'll
let him punish you."
And so on and so on. Actually, these rumors, like most rumors, had
little or no truth to them. Most started out by someone trying to
scare their friend. Others were exaggerated tales of events. Half of
what was said was never believed.
To some extent the violent reports were true. And this was actually
hoped for. Because, some of the smaller digimon by that dark forest
had noticed the stronger, bullying digimon had disappeared. Even some
of the Ultimate and a few Mega level tyrants had just vanished, their
evil deeds harming no one.
But then, more disturbing reports came in, which became raw material
for the rumor mill. Soon, woven tales of trauma and terror were
spreading around the digital world. But again, these were rumors with
little fact and a lot of imagination. The incidents that had started
this wildfire of gossip were hardly the horrible scenes that some many
believed they were.
Apparently several Champion level digimon had chased a handful of
frightened In-Training level digimon into that dark forest. They were
going to have some cruel 'fun'. Just when things had seemed hopeless
for the smaller digimon a shadow with wicked claws had appeared and in
a burst of energy the Champion levels were gone. When the In-
Trainings returned, they were still to frightened to give an accurate
story. Everything they had said was hopelessly jumbled. In an effort
to find the truth a group of digimon and a few humans entered the
forest. They found a smoldering clearing, but nothing else. From
that incident the rumors grew, sending a few into panic and near
hysterics. Although there were those who thought it was all nonsense.
But, eventually the rumors became too much to ignore. And more
incidents were being reported, the stories more twisted with each
telling. That dark forest became a place of hauntings and demons of
the imagination. It was the kind of place parents threatened bad
children with, friends dared each other about, and people had
nightmare's of. Eventually the cry became so great that the digi-
destined decided to take action.
They made it to that dark forest when they found a seriously injured
digimon. He was mortally wounded and his face blank with fear. This
particular digimon was a real trouble maker, and a hard core killer.
He had been giving the digi-destined a hard time for two months now.
But, seeing him dying gave them no pleasure.
"What happened? Who did this?" demanded T.K.
"The....He," the injured digimon stammered.
"Who?!" T.K. demanded again.
"The....warrior......darkness....has returned," he tried to make his
mouth work, "The dark warrior.... has.....
returned.....Black.....War.......Grey.......Mon....." Then the
digimon died and his body burst into the millions of bits of data from
which he was composed.
The digi-destined looked at each other. Some with fear, others with
chagrin, determination, caution, or disbelief. But the rumors could
be denied no longer. BlackWarGreyMon had returned.
Heart of a Warrior
By: Gema J. Gall
Disclaimer: I don't own digimon!
*OK, So I am a complete BlackWarGreyMon fan, so what! He is sooooo
cool! He is, single handedly, the awsomest character in the whole
series. He is so freaking awesome! And I actually was rooting for
him over the digi-destined in every episode. And no one could have
been madder than me when they killed him. So, with out any further
fanatic ravings, here is what I think would happen if BlackWarGreyMon
had been given a second chance.
The digital world and the real world had been slowly merging. More
and more people were finding their digimon partners. And the digi-
destined had their hands full trying to keep the peace while
aquainting any new digi-destined with the digital world. They were so
busy that they didn't even know when he had returned.
But then, no one noticed. Well, not at first anyways. He returned in
obscurity, and remained there for some time. The first ones who
noticed he returned never were able to tell the tale. But, somehow
rumors spread.
"There's a deadly shadow in that dark forest. Don't enter because
those that do never come out again."
"There is a demon who hunts in the night. I heard he is out for
revenge."
"There is a nasty digimon who kills without question. He hides in the
shadows and waits for his next victims."
"Don't misbehave or I'll send you to the shadow warrior. Then, I'll
let him punish you."
And so on and so on. Actually, these rumors, like most rumors, had
little or no truth to them. Most started out by someone trying to
scare their friend. Others were exaggerated tales of events. Half of
what was said was never believed.
To some extent the violent reports were true. And this was actually
hoped for. Because, some of the smaller digimon by that dark forest
had noticed the stronger, bullying digimon had disappeared. Even some
of the Ultimate and a few Mega level tyrants had just vanished, their
evil deeds harming no one.
But then, more disturbing reports came in, which became raw material
for the rumor mill. Soon, woven tales of trauma and terror were
spreading around the digital world. But again, these were rumors with
little fact and a lot of imagination. The incidents that had started
this wildfire of gossip were hardly the horrible scenes that some many
believed they were.
Apparently several Champion level digimon had chased a handful of
frightened In-Training level digimon into that dark forest. They were
going to have some cruel 'fun'. Just when things had seemed hopeless
for the smaller digimon a shadow with wicked claws had appeared and in
a burst of energy the Champion levels were gone. When the In-
Trainings returned, they were still to frightened to give an accurate
story. Everything they had said was hopelessly jumbled. In an effort
to find the truth a group of digimon and a few humans entered the
forest. They found a smoldering clearing, but nothing else. From
that incident the rumors grew, sending a few into panic and near
hysterics. Although there were those who thought it was all nonsense.
But, eventually the rumors became too much to ignore. And more
incidents were being reported, the stories more twisted with each
telling. That dark forest became a place of hauntings and demons of
the imagination. It was the kind of place parents threatened bad
children with, friends dared each other about, and people had
nightmare's of. Eventually the cry became so great that the digi-
destined decided to take action.
They made it to that dark forest when they found a seriously injured
digimon. He was mortally wounded and his face blank with fear. This
particular digimon was a real trouble maker, and a hard core killer.
He had been giving the digi-destined a hard time for two months now.
But, seeing him dying gave them no pleasure.
"What happened? Who did this?" demanded T.K.
"The....He," the injured digimon stammered.
"Who?!" T.K. demanded again.
"The....warrior......darkness....has returned," he tried to make his
mouth work, "The dark warrior.... has.....
returned.....Black.....War.......Grey.......Mon....." Then the
digimon died and his body burst into the millions of bits of data from
which he was composed.
The digi-destined looked at each other. Some with fear, others with
chagrin, determination, caution, or disbelief. But the rumors could
be denied no longer. BlackWarGreyMon had returned.