The Powers Within: Ferocity of Blizzard
by Creedogmon
edited by Godeerc VanDrey
Category: Digimon
Genre: General, Fantasy
Rating: The Fanfiction Association has rated this fic PG for mild fantasy violence and explicit adult… Oh, wait, never mind. Just the mild fantasy violence. Whoops.
Language: English
Summery: A fic that originally had the same plot as the last chapter with another character. Stuff has been added. The plot is now different but formatted. It's a big jump really. Katmondu, the feline DigiDestined (How do I still have a job?) gets his power.
A/N: There's really not a lot to say about this one. I wrote it awhile ago and I'm just updating it and reposting it, in hopes that I may finish the series. Anyway, because of how my life has changed since, inspiration is coming out the wazoo. It's begging me to write it again. Thanks to Godeerc for his continuing criticism. Thanks to Debbie for the format I'm copying. It's not as good as hers is, but it's a step up from when I did it last. Hers are several times as long, and I still don't know how she does it.
Chapter 2: Ferocity of Blizzard
The stars twinkle in the night. I am silent as I carry the sleeping toddler girl in my arms. Thank goodness she fell asleep, I think. I look to the ground for my cat. Though I can feel him in my misty aura, I look out of habit. He is close in front of me, unusually. He's usually a wanderer.
He stops suddenly and crouches. His ears turn, instinctively picking the most inaudible of sounds. His head moves back and force, looking for something. I hear him give a disapproving growl. It'd be very impressing if he weren't sixteen inches tall, and the fact that I can easily sneak up on him. I come close to see if I can hear what he is hearing. I hear something like the wind but it is inaudible.
'Yes, Katmondu, be a tiger. Protect your friends. Your master and his stupid crest and power mean nothing against my own power.'
In the moonlight, I see a glare from my crest. I pick it up to look at it. The moonlight is not enough to see, even if I squint. Virginia shifts in my arms. "Hey, Virginia," I whisper, "Shhh, you need your sleep." I turn back to my crest. It is glowing softly and I can see my crest within. It is a three-pointed star with a circle in the middle, surrounded by a crescent on the top and two curved droplets on either side. It glows with an aqua-blue tint. The Crest of Devotion, I hear my mind say
I jump as my cat hisses loudly. He is moving his head back and forth, and scooting backwards. Defending himself against an invisible attacker. He screeches loudly, lifting a paw in the air, threatening to claw something. Condescendingly, I tell him, "You're scratching at nothing."
'Ha ha ha, Defender. You are useless. You have no crest to defend those who care for you.'
He again hisses. I hear a crunching sound in the grass. Something falls from the tall grass. It wakes Virginia, who does nothing. It's a small digimon. Red and dog-like, it struggles to raise itself. "Help," it asks meekly, "I am injured. My name is Areromon." Shifting Virginia to one arm, I kneel beside him. He doesn't appear hurt, but is in obvious pain.
"Ree-ow!" screeches Katmondu before slashing at him. I push him back.
"It's okay," the dog-like creature says, "The Defender is just being safe."
"The Defender?"
"Why yes, the Defender of Vigor, he who attacks to defend his allies. It was prophesied that the Defender might not be a Real World human."White Paws runs into the grass, predatorily. "I guess he's hungry." I look to Areromon; he lies quietly, occasionally grimacing and looking at the sleeping Virginia.
"She's cute… for a human. Barely in-training, I'd say."
"In-training? Oh, young, yes. Growing out of her baby stage. We call it a toddler back on earth."
"So helpless, Caretaker."
"She is; I guess that's why I was sent with her." I pause, and ask, "How did you know I'm the Caretaker?"
He rolls over, "There are many prophecies. When the Unmons believe that a new set has come, the word gets out quickly. All digimon who've been around for a while know about the DigiDestined. They don't come very often, but when a new set of children do, all the bad digimon go looking for them."
"I'll keep my eyes open. And you know I'm the Caretaker?"
"The Caretaker of Devotion. Your crest is the Crest of Devotion."
"Yeah. All digimon know the crests?"
"Some digimon are artists. Young digimon hear stories involving the crests all the time. They are often illustrated. Some images are more or less self-explanatory."
I hear a squeak and see a small rodent run out. An orange blur jumps out from the bushes and tackles it. I see Katmondu trying to bite it when it dedigitalizes. He looks at the now missing digimon, and meows, annoyed. He sulks back into the grass.
"What was that?" Areromon inquires.
"That was the Defender trying to get dinner."
"Rodentmon aren't very good."
"If it squirms, he'll try to eat it."
Katmondu slams another prey from out of the brush. Then, he begins to eat it.
"Why hasn't it… dissolved?"
Areromon bends his head back to observe, "I guess it's not a digimon. At least not one I recognize."
"How can it not be? It's the DigiWorld."
Areromon is silent. "Well, the broken portal between the worlds is always bringing us stuff. Sometimes the data from your world will spontaneously configure itself into one of your weird objects, but this is the first time we've gotten anything… animal. Plants were the first things to come, but moving creatures are pretty complex. They don't ever come."
"Minus DigiDestined."
"I suppose."
Suddenly, Katmondu lunges toward the injured Areromon.
"Katmondu! NO! Bad kitty!" I scold, pulling him away. I turned to check on the red dog digimon. To my surprise, he has his claws out, prepared to swipe Virginia, who I have set down on the ground.
"No!" I yell, but she's too far away to save her. I feel my crest glow, but before I start to feel the aura form, a cold gust knocks the digimon away. Areromon leaps back up. "Stupid Defender. Take this! Canine Slash!" He pounces, but is again blown back by a chilly wind.
Looking behind me, I witness a change. My cat, continuously hissing, is surrounded by an icy blue aura, like a snowstorm, with wind circling around it. Within the aura, he glows with the icy blue light like his aura. The glowing form grows larger, and when it subsides, a large tiger of an icy color emerges.
Areromon pounces again, but is quickly hurled across the field by the Defender's paw. I hear a voice, a deep, growling voice coming from the tiger. As he speaks, his mouth does not move, but the voice is definitely coming from around him. "So, Areromon, I am worthless to defend my friends? I don't see it that way. In fact, you seem worthless to come against me."
In a fury, Areromon wildly slashes at the Defender. He is thrown hard into a tree by the cold wind. A small golden glow emits from the tiger's chest. The telepathic voice yells, "Ferocity of Blizzard!" as a stream of icy wind strikes Areromon, who becomes blue with cold, shivering, and dedigitalizes as he falls forward.
The Defender is overcome with cold blue light, shrinks, and falls to the ground. I go to him. "Katmondu are you okay?" He looks up at me sleepily. His eyes have gone from leaf green to a grayish mint green. Yawning, he collapses in sleep. I notice his tail is streaked by a long snow-white stripe.
I look to his collar to and see a golden tag attached. Inside it is an icy blue crest. In the approaching dawn, I can make out a diamond with four curved, claw-like triangles on each side, two facing up, and two facing down: The Crest of Vigor.
As I hold him in one arm, I grab Virginia's hand in the other and walk off into the morning light.
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Midmorning, I see several comets in the sky. Actually, they would be comets if they weren't so brightly colored. Something is vaguely familiar about them, but I can't seem to recall it. All of a sudden, I feel very alone. I have my cat and Virginia with me, but neither can really hold a conversation very well. To tell the truth, they're a lot to keep up with. Granted, that's my job as the Caretaker… I think. But, since Katmondu has gotten powers I guess are similar to mine, he's a protector like me. For someone lost in the wilderness of a strange world with hostile forces, I feel rather safe for myself and for Virginia.
Still, I worry, last night I couldn't call upon my power to fight Areromon. Maybe I can't call upon it. Was it some godsend in the nick of time? If so, why would I be given a tag and crest? Why would I be marked? And if my godsend is used and so it Katmondu's, who's to protect Virginia next time?
I don't know why I worry all of a sudden. For whatever reason, I feel a sense of comfort. We were protected before, we will be protected again. My confidence bemuses me and my doubt seems to be shying away. So, I have faith. Being faithful seems to be more of a state rather than an action, but in this moment, I am not afraid. Someone is watching out for me. I smile.
As a chilly breeze blows around me, in it, I almost hear, "I am the Defender,"
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A/N: Okay, I hope in subsequent stories that subsequent stories will be longer. I wouldn't put too much hope in this third of the trilogy, but in the second third, I hope to make big changes, 'cause right now, it ain't no better than this. The third I have a lot of hope for. I'm breaking the formatting thing, and it's going to be a story.
(Sonriso) - And now for Stupid Comments with Sonriso, the part of the fanfic where Sonriso comes out and makes a stupid comment. He just did. He's just that amazing. Pay him money. He takes all major, minor, high school, and Little League credit cards. I'm a lilac fan, but white roses will suffice. Also, I love chocolate-chip muffins.
