Disclaimer: I don't own the character of digimon. If I did, Taito will be wide known. This is an AU story, so keep that in mind as you're reading. The more reviews I get, the fast I will write. ^^
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Prologue
A boy about 14 stood in a dark room, chained to the wall. He slouched over, not wanting to stand anymore and looked out the window on the other side of the room. Snow covered the land as far as the eye can see. He loathed the sight of it. His back and arms ached from being held up like that for this long. Shackles held his bloodied wrist high above his head. He moved a little, trying to adjust the chains hold. A click to his right made him turn.
The room got darker and colder as a tall elegant lady walked in. She had a noble look about her. Her skin was as pale as the winter's snow, which made her look almost dead. Her brown eyes reflected a glint of evilness. The boy shuddered inwardly. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she slowly walked towards him. He tried to shake off his fears, but his eyes betrayed him. "Ah, my prince..." her voice was sweet as a harps melody. He closed his eyes and looked away. That didn't faze her one bit.
Her footsteps barely sounding as she stopped in front of him. "Look at me dearie," she said. He didn't listen to her. She tilted her head. She took her right hand and held his chin. She forced him to look at her by turning his head roughly. Her eyes sparkled when she looked at him. She saw the hint of fear in his eyes that her presence gave him. "You should be happy you're still alive," she stopped waiting for his reply. No answer. "Aw...poor princey, you don't want to be a part of the big plan..." she pouted. He just glared at her, trying his best to hide his fears. "Don't worry about a thing, your part will be over soon enough. Then everything will end...and you will be at peace."
He tried to back away. The chains jingled above him as his back hit the wall. She gave a short laugh, "Best part is," she took her left hand and started to cress his cheek with her nail, "There is no hope left for you." She pressed her fingernail hard on his cheek, piercing his skin. He showed no sign of pain at she continued talking, "Everyone gone..." Blood started to drip as her nail continued down his face. She lifted her nail when the cut on his face got to a sizeable length and gave him a warm smiled, "Everyone's dead....You have no friends left." The smile succeeded in making a shiver run down his spine. "Now be a good boy and stay...," she said, putting her finger in her mouth tasting his blood.
Without another word, she turned and left. Emotions welled up inside of him. The boy couldn't take it anymore. He wanted it all to stop. He suddenly felt small and weak. His knees gave way. He collapsed, the shackles bit into his wrist harshly. He didn't care. Pain was something that he always had. And always will have. The room was quiet as he tried to hold back the tears that threaten to fall. No tears feel though but single drop of blood dripped down from his chin and onto the ground. It splattered onto the dirty floor. Outside, the wind started to howled as a blizzard moved in. The fear that he had been holding at bay for a while finally crept into his heart. A wintery death seemed inevitable.
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Prologue
A boy about 14 stood in a dark room, chained to the wall. He slouched over, not wanting to stand anymore and looked out the window on the other side of the room. Snow covered the land as far as the eye can see. He loathed the sight of it. His back and arms ached from being held up like that for this long. Shackles held his bloodied wrist high above his head. He moved a little, trying to adjust the chains hold. A click to his right made him turn.
The room got darker and colder as a tall elegant lady walked in. She had a noble look about her. Her skin was as pale as the winter's snow, which made her look almost dead. Her brown eyes reflected a glint of evilness. The boy shuddered inwardly. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she slowly walked towards him. He tried to shake off his fears, but his eyes betrayed him. "Ah, my prince..." her voice was sweet as a harps melody. He closed his eyes and looked away. That didn't faze her one bit.
Her footsteps barely sounding as she stopped in front of him. "Look at me dearie," she said. He didn't listen to her. She tilted her head. She took her right hand and held his chin. She forced him to look at her by turning his head roughly. Her eyes sparkled when she looked at him. She saw the hint of fear in his eyes that her presence gave him. "You should be happy you're still alive," she stopped waiting for his reply. No answer. "Aw...poor princey, you don't want to be a part of the big plan..." she pouted. He just glared at her, trying his best to hide his fears. "Don't worry about a thing, your part will be over soon enough. Then everything will end...and you will be at peace."
He tried to back away. The chains jingled above him as his back hit the wall. She gave a short laugh, "Best part is," she took her left hand and started to cress his cheek with her nail, "There is no hope left for you." She pressed her fingernail hard on his cheek, piercing his skin. He showed no sign of pain at she continued talking, "Everyone gone..." Blood started to drip as her nail continued down his face. She lifted her nail when the cut on his face got to a sizeable length and gave him a warm smiled, "Everyone's dead....You have no friends left." The smile succeeded in making a shiver run down his spine. "Now be a good boy and stay...," she said, putting her finger in her mouth tasting his blood.
Without another word, she turned and left. Emotions welled up inside of him. The boy couldn't take it anymore. He wanted it all to stop. He suddenly felt small and weak. His knees gave way. He collapsed, the shackles bit into his wrist harshly. He didn't care. Pain was something that he always had. And always will have. The room was quiet as he tried to hold back the tears that threaten to fall. No tears feel though but single drop of blood dripped down from his chin and onto the ground. It splattered onto the dirty floor. Outside, the wind started to howled as a blizzard moved in. The fear that he had been holding at bay for a while finally crept into his heart. A wintery death seemed inevitable.