***Sunlight***
NB: This has nothing to do with the DJ Sammy song. My timescale probably out of whack too. I just set this in the Myotismon era 'cos he makes the best villain. Am I the only one who also thinks that Demidevimon's too sweet to be Dark? He's got an imp of mischief. Come to that, he is an imp of mischief. What? Oh, yes, thanks Bi. I DON'T OWN DIGIMON.
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Bi: Any fanfic tonight Daydream?
Daydreamer: Nope. I'm going out.
Bi: Not that I care. It's all been the same lately. I bet you couldn't write about another character if you tried.
Daydreamer: [indignant; kicks off high heels] Yes I could! Try me.
Bi: OK. How 'bout Sora?
Daydreamer: Sora it is. [Sits down, suddenly groans] Oh, shucks! I've been out manouvred.
Bi: Mm-hm. [Relents] OK, 'he' can be in it. But not as the central character. [waits for positive reaction] Can I be in it too?
Daydreamer [pauses, then grins] Absolutamente. And even though you've been so devious I'll put you in a good light.
...........
This one goes out to the ones I love. And I don't own that line either.
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PROLOGUE: Sunrise
There's sunlight on my skin. I can tell it's going to be a beautiful day even without opening my eyes. To be honest, I don't think I want to. It's nicer just to be here, my bare arms pressed against the grass and a gentle breeze ruffling my hair.
Somehow I can't quite remember where I am. Or how I got here. Perhaps I should TRY to. I concentrate a little harder, and images float into my mind, bright like the fragments of a broken mirror. A name. My name? Don't know. Drift back. A pretty little bird, pink wings and huge sparkling eyes. Her squeaking voice and pretty red beak. I get the feeling she was a very important part of my life. Before... before something.
I feel so wonderful just lying here. It's like all my senses have been sharpened and a huge surge of energy is flowing through my veins. I'm strong. I can lie here forever and not get sunburnt, I could run a thousand miles and not be tired.
There was a boy. A boy I...like. Or is it 'liked'? Has something happened to him? Where did that thought come from? No, it must just be that I'm uncertain of my own feelings. I let his face swim into my mind and am uncertain no more. My heart does a crazy, mixed-up flip at the thought.
And others. A group of children, on an important quest. People I feel close to. Things I've done. Things I've seen. Or at least, things I think I've seen.
And even with my newfound love for the world, a feeling that it all went terribly, terribly wrong.
.......
This is just the prologue! More later!
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Bi: I'll get the drinks, shall I?
Daydreamer: You'd better, miss pink-wings.
NB: This has nothing to do with the DJ Sammy song. My timescale probably out of whack too. I just set this in the Myotismon era 'cos he makes the best villain. Am I the only one who also thinks that Demidevimon's too sweet to be Dark? He's got an imp of mischief. Come to that, he is an imp of mischief. What? Oh, yes, thanks Bi. I DON'T OWN DIGIMON.
...
Bi: Any fanfic tonight Daydream?
Daydreamer: Nope. I'm going out.
Bi: Not that I care. It's all been the same lately. I bet you couldn't write about another character if you tried.
Daydreamer: [indignant; kicks off high heels] Yes I could! Try me.
Bi: OK. How 'bout Sora?
Daydreamer: Sora it is. [Sits down, suddenly groans] Oh, shucks! I've been out manouvred.
Bi: Mm-hm. [Relents] OK, 'he' can be in it. But not as the central character. [waits for positive reaction] Can I be in it too?
Daydreamer [pauses, then grins] Absolutamente. And even though you've been so devious I'll put you in a good light.
...........
This one goes out to the ones I love. And I don't own that line either.
..........
PROLOGUE: Sunrise
There's sunlight on my skin. I can tell it's going to be a beautiful day even without opening my eyes. To be honest, I don't think I want to. It's nicer just to be here, my bare arms pressed against the grass and a gentle breeze ruffling my hair.
Somehow I can't quite remember where I am. Or how I got here. Perhaps I should TRY to. I concentrate a little harder, and images float into my mind, bright like the fragments of a broken mirror. A name. My name? Don't know. Drift back. A pretty little bird, pink wings and huge sparkling eyes. Her squeaking voice and pretty red beak. I get the feeling she was a very important part of my life. Before... before something.
I feel so wonderful just lying here. It's like all my senses have been sharpened and a huge surge of energy is flowing through my veins. I'm strong. I can lie here forever and not get sunburnt, I could run a thousand miles and not be tired.
There was a boy. A boy I...like. Or is it 'liked'? Has something happened to him? Where did that thought come from? No, it must just be that I'm uncertain of my own feelings. I let his face swim into my mind and am uncertain no more. My heart does a crazy, mixed-up flip at the thought.
And others. A group of children, on an important quest. People I feel close to. Things I've done. Things I've seen. Or at least, things I think I've seen.
And even with my newfound love for the world, a feeling that it all went terribly, terribly wrong.
.......
This is just the prologue! More later!
......
Bi: I'll get the drinks, shall I?
Daydreamer: You'd better, miss pink-wings.