The Powers Within: We Are Not Alone
by Creedogmon
by Godeerc VanDrey
Category: Digimon
Genre: Fantasy, General
Rating: PG
Language: English
Summery: The three groups find that they are not the only ones. I think we're reaching a climax, sort of.
A/N: Just to fill you in: Christopher (me), Virginia, and Katmondu disappeared Sunday afternoon. I get my power, then Katmondu later that day. The next morning, Matt, Daniel, and Jessica disappear. Daniel gets his power, then Jessica that night. The next day, Phillip and Justine disappear. Phillip gets his power, then Matt that evening, and Justine that night. It is Wednesday now, in both worlds.
Chapter 8: We Are Not Alone
I walk through the forest with the sleeping Virginia in my arms. I swear she sleeps from sundown to sunup. In front of me, guarding us, is my cat, Katmondu, the loyal Defender. And I, Christopher VanDrey, am the protecting Caretaker. We have been given these names by the DigiWorld. Apparently, we are here to save it. We have been walking for almost three days, luckily without the sight of seriously evil digimon.
The three of us come across a bluff. It's covered in vines, but a patch had been cleared across a circle of emblazoned symbols. I recognize two: Katmondu's and my own. There are seven more. I take my notebook out of my backpack and draw each one. There's an eerie feeling in the air, but I figure it must be the strange appearance of unusual symbols in the dawn light.
My head buried in my notebook, I stop suddenly, as does Katmondu. Laughter. Voices. "Katmondu, do you hear that?" "Reow," he says curiously. "Let's go. Quietly." We step lightly, our ear open.
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"C'mon, Justine, let's go!" Phillip cries.
"I'm coming," she says in response, still a bit weak from her transformation. She jogs along, breathing heavily.
Phillip stops, "Shhh, just a sec; I'm going to go take a look first," he whispers, motioning for her to pause. Justine gladly sits down.
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"Guys, I'm sure I saw something happening in the air. A big purple flash yesterday night. And you heard the voices." Matt comments.
"Wait, I hear something. Quiet, it might be another monster." Daniel volunteers.
He walks slowly through the woods toward the sound. He turns around, stepping back quietly, checking behind him. Phillip also walks toward a sound that he heard. He turns around to check to make sure nothing's following him. He steps back when he runs into something. He jumps around. Daniel hits something, too. He, like Phillip turns around. They come face to face with… each other.
"Phillip! You honkin' scared me." Daniel cries, grabbing his chest; he pauses, "Oh, yeah, and by the way, what are you doing here?"
Jessica comments, almost calmly as she walks up, "Daniel, his hair. Did you get a power, too?"
"A power? Oh, you mean the big colored shield... thing and you turn into a big monster. And blow up a digimon? And a voice that only you hear. And that's the digimon that you blow up. And you get a crest? And…" Phillip is forced to stop from lack of breath.
Jessica pauses and whispers aside to Daniel, "What's a digimon?"
Daniel whispers back, "I have no idea. Phillip's a little crazy like that." He turns to Phillip, "Wait a second. Big monster? I didn't turn into any kind of monster. I sorta turned to stone or something. But the rest sounds right." he turns and calls back, "Hey, Matt, get over here. It's Phillip Maxx!"
Phillip lightly hits his head, "Oh yeah, there's a eighth grader named Justine Reyes with me. I'd better go get her. Tell her everything's okay." He runs away without another word.
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"Katmondu, look over there… no, over there… no, don't look at me," I tell my cat, "Yes, do you hear anything?" His ears rotate and he listens. He meows curiously. I tell him, "Well, then go find them, Mr. Brave Defender." He promptly jumps off the path down a forested, gentle incline. I guess I got what I asked for. I start to skid down myself, keeping Virginia more or less balanced.
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"Awesome, you all have powers?" Justine asks. "So I'm not some kind of freak." The group studies the hair and eye colors of their newfound DigiDestined mates. The muddy lock in Daniel's tan hair and the dusty tint of his azure eyes. Jessica's bold magenta tress against her bronze blond hair and the unusual cosmic look of her formerly jade eyes. Phillip's silvery-white strands livened his bland umber hair, as well as the gray outline of his brown irises. Justine's star-colored tress against her night brown hair, and the starry speck in her purple-blue eyes. Matt's leaf-green lock and the almond-shape green specks in his airy blue eyes. Phillip puts in a comment or two about digimon, since he seems to be the only one knowledgeable about them. It is almost in vain.
There is a sliding sound not far away that turns five heads to the bushes simultaneously. A lone orange cat walks out of the brush. He eyes the group with his mint green eyes, and flashes his icy-blue streaked tail, and meows a greeting. "Katmondu, slow down," a voice calls from behind him.
The group freezes. Matt freezes, "I know that voice anywhere. It's Chris."
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I walk out of the brush behind my cat, holding Virginia in my arms. I heard voices; I swore I did. I suddenly see five more people. People I know. Some of my best friends Matt, Phillip, and Daniel, my neighbor Justine Reyes, and a long-time acquaintance, Jessica Williams. One by one, I notice that they all have streaked hair, causing me to finger my own blue locks. I suddenly catch my small reflection in Jessica's reflective pupil. My surroundings flash away in a purple light, and only Jessica is visible, but the mirage disappears with another flash. I blink and I notice her acting similarly.
Matt breaks the silence, or at least the silence in my head. "Chris! So this is where you disappeared to! This DigiWorld or whatever Phillip is calling it."
Still in awe, I respond, "Yeah, I got this D-3, as did Katmondu down there, and this little girl, Virginia. Then we were here. We've been here for three days. And some weird stuff happened." I pause, regaining my concentration, "Which you may know about. Have you all… changed?"
"Yes, we have. The powers, auras, monsters, all that. We only got here two days ago. Monday morning." Matt comments.
"Me and Phillip arrived yesterday morning." Justine commented.
Daniel speaks now, "You called the walkie-talkie thing a D-3 like Phillip. Do you know what's going on? He's giving us a weird story."
I nod and smile, "Yeah, I think I could tell a more realistic one. Tonight. I think we all need to get settled first."
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I see Jessica sitting down alone. The rest of the gang is chatting up a storm around a circle of logs, so I go sit down next to her. "J.J., what's going on?"
Quite flat, in a matter-of-fact way, she answers, "I have visions."
"Well, Justine has clairvoyant callings. Phillips hears the thoughts of the animals. And me?" I hold up my hand.
Jessica suddenly fingers her hair. "It's wet."
I flick the tress in front of her eye. It swings back.
"Give up. It stays there. By the way, nice water power. I look like a drowned rat." She eyes me dully.
I flip my wrist and Jessica's hair dries instantly.
Combing her fingers through her hair, she jokes, "Hey, who needs a hair dryer when you're around?"
I smile, "Yeah, I leave a slushy trail every time I try to pet Katmondu, who's now an ice tiger and loving every minute of it. So I pull that little magic trick to get the slush off. So, you're the…"
"Sister."
"Yeah. Whose sister? Besides the obvious. Your siblings."
She sighs and looks at me… stares even. " 'He whose hair that mocks the color black and with eyes of darkened gold. With the power of airy sea that protects those in need.' "
I frown, "What's that?"
"A riddle. A little unicorn told me it. Only not so little."
"Sounds like me."
"Tell me about it. Nicormon even said 'The Caretaker.' "
"Well, hate to break it to you, Honey, I'm not quite your brother."
She nods, "I know, but when you looked at me. I had a vision. Not of anything. But suddenly, everything but you disappeared. I think I'm going crazy."
"Well, buy me a ticket. I'm going there, too. The same thing happened to me with you."
"Chris, I'm beginning to worry. If this is a dream, it's taking me days to dream it. And I've dreamed when I go to sleep. Plus…" she pinches me.
"Ow." I pinch back.
"Ow. See? It hurts! Dreams don't hurt."
I pinch back, "Well, neither does being a cartoon character, which the people normally associated with this world are."
Jessica muses, "We don't look a lot alike. And we were born within months of each other. There's not a lot of ways that we could be siblings."
I muse back, "Well, there's a lot of mystical ways we could be siblings. I mean, we could be figuratively siblings in some prophecy. Siblings of Destiny. Siblings in past lives. Who knows?" I give her a blank look.
"Well, if anything, I could use a brother." She leans on my shoulder.
I brush the hair out of her face, only the purple tress returning. "I've always wanted a sister. I don't like Mark much."
I press my hand against hers. Mine's slightly larger. I try to imagine Jessica as my sister. Suddenly two small, translucent spheres float around our hands. One is blue, the other purplish. "Jessica, are you doing that?"
She turns her head and opens her eyes, then lowers her brow. "No. I think you are. I can feel it." I move my hand away and they disappear. "Must be what it's like to have a Sister of Destiny."
In the distance, I watch Matt and Phillip haphazardly try to make a fire. I pull up Jessica and she lazily walks towards the fire, groaning. "You know, both are Boy Scouts, and both are excellent fire makers. So, I'm guessing there's too many cooks in the kitchen?"
She quietly chuckles, "Then why are we going over? Aren't you a Scout, too?"
"Yeah, but I'm not a good fire maker."
We laugh.
Siblings of Destiny…
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A/N: Hmm. I hope this is going okay. I'm rearranging a few of the stories from their previous order, so I have to check and make sure that they still make sense. Anyway, 9 of 13 done, including the prologue. I'm really starting to enjoy this.
(Sonriso) - I would just like to thank the Academy for this honor. It's really inspiring to… What? Can't a punctusmiley dream?
