"Brave New World" by Luke's Dragon

A/N

Well I guess this is it, the very last piece of my Blackwargreymon saga.

As with the rest of this fic, I've changed series 3 around mainly because I hated it, but also because I've never seen the last episode, every time its on I'm always doing something. Sigh!

And it's a song-fic chapter. I was going to choose something all dark and angsty but since a few people think BWG deserves a break, I've gone with 'Forever Young' by Bob Dylan. Incidentally I also heard Meatloaf do a version of it, but Bob Dylan is the original and still the best. J

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Chapter 7 In The End

"I know I've got a heart because it's breaking."
From The Wizard of Oz

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Almost a week has passed since the final battle with D-Reaper and in that time my wounds have all but healed, although I seem to have returned to being Impmon and try as I might I cannot change back into Beelzamon. Still there is no danger here, our battle seems to have sealed the entrance from the digital world to the world of humans meaning that no more wild digimon can come through and cause any trouble. Anzologomon and the others assured us that they would protect the digital world from anymore threats. This does however mean, although both worlds are safe, none of us can ever return to the digital world. Renamon and the others don't seem to mind this and are, of course happy to stay with their tamers and live here with them.

And strangely enough I am also content to stay here, I went back to the children I first lived with, and was pleased to see they have grown up and don't treat me like a toy or a pet anymore, they treat me as a friend. It is stupid and soppy I know, but after everything I've been through and everything I've done this is what I need right now. But even though I am happy, everyday we go to the park and I get ice cream whenever I want I still feel like I am missing something.

I'm not sure if it is the power to digivolve and the strength and freedom that gave me that I miss, or if it is the companionship and understanding that Blackwargreymon gave me. I could really do with him to talk to now, I still feel the guilt about all the deaths I caused, especially that of Leomon. It makes me sad inside when I see Jeri sat all alone whilst all the other tamers are having fun with their digimon, I want to say something to her, but I just cannot find the courage.

I've never been all that strong, not where it counts, I suppose that's why I let myself be taken in by the lies and promises of power that the sovereign made to me. If Blackwargreymon taught me anything it's that strength is something that has to be used wisely, and that life is precious enough to risk anything for. I suppose that's why he was willing to throw his life down in that final battle, or maybe because he had fought enough and didn't want to fight anymore. I certainly don't want to fight anymore I just want to make the best of the life I've been given and to make amends for what I've done. One day when I feel up strong enough I'll tell Jeri that I'm sorry. I get the impression that'll be the hardest thing I've ever ha to do, but at least I have the chance to do it.

I hope you found your way home my friend.

# May God bless and keep you always, may your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others and let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young, forever young, forever young, may you stay forever youn
g #

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Takato was waiting in the secret place with Guilmon for the other tamers to arrive, it wasn't like them all to be running late it was usually his role to be the one everyone was waiting for. He hoped they hadn't forgotten about him, they were all supposed to be meeting up today for the first time since they had all returned. Takato had been surprised how hard it had been to get them all together in one place; it seemed everyone had their own thing to be doing. Of course the few days after they had come back no one had felt like doing much apart from sleeping and recovering.

Now however he was ready to go but no one was here and now they were running at least half an hour late. Takato was starting to get bored, if they didn't hurry up he was just going to leave them and go and find something to eat. Himself and a very hungry Guilmon had emptied the picnic basket he had brought before they had even reached the meeting place. Takato told mentally scolded himself for eating all the food already. Still it served the others right for being late.

"Takatomon, are they coming?" Guilmon was also bored and hungry, he had tried eating the basket, hoping it tasted of picnic but had been denied by the fact it was plastic. Takato took one last look around and then jumped up and started walking away, only to be called back.

"Heeeyy! Takato, wait up"

"Jeri… you're late"

"Sorry, but we had a better plan so I've come to get you"

"A better plan than a picnic?"

"We can still have a picnic, but there is a funfair on"

"Cool. Alright lets go"

Takato grinned, funfairs were much more fun than a boring old picnic anyway, and if he was lucky he could find candyfloss and other sugar based foods. Quite involuntarily his hand brushed against Jeri's as he was walking; her hand grabbed his with force more usually found in a vice than a young girl. A brief feeling of panic spread over Takato, then he gave in. After all, he told himself, what possible harm could come from holding a girl's hand?

"You did bring the picnic didn't you Takato?"

"Of course!"

"Good, because Henry was convinced you would have forgotten, or eaten it"

"Eh… as if"

# May you grow up to be righteous, may you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth and see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous, stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young, forever young, forever young, may you stay forever young
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Somewhere a long way away, in a different world in fact a very large egg was laying in the sand. Most eggs in this world were raised in a special village but this egg was nowhere near the safety of any such enclosure. Just looking around at the wasteland this egg was in gave the impression that whatever was in this egg was going to need some serious luck in order to make it through its first day of its new life.

The egg itself was large, almost two foot high and a foot wide; the shell was black, really deep black. The sort of black that makes people think not of nighttime, but of eternal darkness and the void. There were however little white marks on the shell too. Not white as such, but not gray either. It was a sort of white that had gotten a little mucky along the way. In fact this egg was deep and something of a paradox, this egg said that what was in it was one tough little guy and was also really complex, and despite his flaws could be counted on to do the right thing in the end. Of course the egg didn't really say this because, after all it was just an egg.

It was just and egg that was hatching, first a little crack appeared, then a faint tapping from inside until finally the crack got larger and a head poked out to take its first look at the world. The head was defiantly lizard-like, sort of a cross between a dragon, a dinosaur and a crocodile, it was however much more intelligent than any reptile. A student of Digimon would have perhaps recognized it as an Agumon, much like the legendary hero Tai used to have, only this one was strange, it was a deep shade of black.

The head took a look around the world, to jaded eyes it wasn't much of a world, it was hot and sandy and danger lurked everywhere. However to the newly born eyes of the BlackAgumon it was beautiful. The creature fought its way clear of the egg and looked itself over. It blinked, evidently confused, almost as if it had expected to be bigger, and perhaps covered in armor.

Then it started to laugh; yes the world was indeed a beautiful place. A beautiful place full of danger and adventure that was just waiting to be explored. BlackAgumon set off on his journey smiling all the way. It seemed that maybe this was just what he had always wanted.

Fifteen minutes later, an Eaglemon on the look out for an easy meal swooped down and tried to eat him. The little rookie grinned and grew to a height of almost seven feet tall, and was now coated in the previously missing heavy duty battle armor. The Eaglemon was blown into atoms, the last thing he ever heard were the words, Terra Destroyer. Returning to his rookie form almost immediately the BlackAgumon walked onwards; this was one baby digimon that had some major firepower.

It was almost as if he hadn't just been born more a case of being reborn.

But surely that was impossible...?

The demise of six more hungry digimon that day told a different story.

# May your hands always be busy, may your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation when the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful, may your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young, forever young, forever young, may you stay forever young
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