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"Mwackawack!" I don't really know what that means, but I do know that it wasn't good for us. The weird creatures we had run into had taken us to their village. I know that Davis described them as "Duck People", but let me be the one to get more descriptive. He was right about one thing, though. They do look like ducks.
Their heads look like a fatter duck head, and they have these, well, not really feathers, but they sort of looked like feathers, on the back of their heads sticking up. I suppose you could call it a kind of plumage. On their long, skinny necks are some multicolored rings. We learned later that the amount of rings an individual has, the better their status in the village.
They're rather fat in the mid-section, and have small, wing-like arms, although I doubt they could fly anywhere. They also have rings on their stomachs, too, which they receive after doing something heroic, or something like that. There wasn't any kind of tail on them as you would expect a person who looks like a duck would have, but I think that's because they're more man than duck. They have short, stubby feet with no toes, and they're really short, although we were short at the time too, so we were on even ground.
We were herded back to the village being threatened with really pointy spears, and they weren't afraid to poke us a couple of times. Right at that moment we were sitting in the middle of town in a small, fenced in area with several duck guards surrounding us.
"Come on, let us go! We're not going to hurt you!" Davis kept telling them, though it really wasn't working. They didn't speak the same language. They kept saying to us, "Dawga mack sackalaw!" At least, that's what it sounded like.
"Mwackawack!" was repeated throughout the crowd gathered around at a distance from our prison, and we could see them parting to let a very important looking duck person through. He had twice as many head feathers as most of the other duck people, and far more neck and stomach rings. He looked very old, and walked with a big, twisty stick. He was followed by a younger looking duck, who kept quiet throughout our encounter.
As he approached us, I could tell that he must have been very highly regarded in the duck society because our guard ducks all bowed to him. He stopped at our fence. "Do you work for Larzalere?"
"Hey! You speak our language! Cool! Hey, how about letting us out of here?" Davis asked him.
The old duck responded by hitting him in the head with his stick, from now on fondly referred to as 'The Whacking Stick'. "Answer the question!"
"No, sir, we do not work for Larzalere." Ben said.
He stared at us awhile before lowering The WS over Ben's head. "Then why do you speak the language of the devil?"
"Why do you?" I replied. I probably shouldn't have, since my head really hurt after that. I think he enjoyed whacking us with that thing.
"I am the Wise Komano, I must know things that my fellow Komanos must not know in case He should return for more destruction."
"We haven't done anything wrong! Why can't we be let go?" Patamon asked. Since he could fly, he had been tied up and placed in the corner of our fence prison.
"You were found near the Forbidden Mountain! We could not allow you to enter and release the evil that is hidden there."
"What evil?" Veemon asked. "We thought that...."
"A long time ago, when I was but a wee Komano, a terrible war took place. My tribe lived on the mountain. We did not care about what happened with the rest of the world as long as we were left alone. And then, They came.
Their battles scorched the land and forced my people to flee from their homes. When at last victory was achieved, we thought it would be all right to go back to our homes and rebuild, but the one known as Larzalere was waiting for us there.
He said, 'You may not return to this site without unleashing doom upon your kind. You must leave this place!' He said he would come again one day and make sure we weren't meddling with what was up there. We didn't listen, and stayed on the mountain.
When he came back, we tried standing up to him, but he was too powerful for us. As punishment, he took our strongest warriors and turned them into hideous monsters that worked only for him, and we were sent away from our homes. He told us that that was only a taste of his power.
Once a month, he sends someone to come and collect a due from us, whatever he sees fit to take. We are suffering under him as it is, so you see, we can not allow anyone to go up there, for if he found out, we would be punished even worse."
"That's terrible!" I said. "How could someone do that to you?"
"But we have to go up there!" Davis yelled. "We just have to! There's something up there that can help us get rid of Larzalere!"
The Wise Komano looked away. "Yugalucks, you have no idea what is up on that mountain. There are evils there that you can not imagine. The land has changed into a harsh environment filled with terrible creatures and dangers."
"If it's so terrible, then how could you live up there?" Ben asked.
"It was once beautiful before the war," the Wise Komano sighed. "Besides, it was our home. We thought we could make it like it was before."
"Please, you have to let us go up there." Davis said.
"Why should I do that?"
"Because it's our only hope! A very good friend of ours is in danger! We have to save her!" Davis pleaded.
"Absolutely not! Since I see that you are NOT working for Larzalere, we will not have you executed."
"Well that's a relief," I said. I managed to dodge the WS shot.
"But since I can not allow you to go to the mountain, you will remain prisoners until further notice!" He tapped me on the head with with the WS before walking way. The younger Komano stood looking at us for a second longer before turning and following him.
The rest of the day went by uneventful, except for being stared at by some really young Komanos. It was dark and we were just about to fall asleep when we heard a noise.
I sat up first. "Hey, who's..."
"Shh!!!" came the answer from the locked door of our fence. I could hear a key turning in the lock, and in an instant the door was open.
"Hey, you're that duck!" Davis said, sitting up. "That duck that was following that older duck!"
The young Komano gave him a puzzled look, then said, "You must follow me. Wise Komano will be very angry with me when he finds out, but I want to help you!"
We all followed him silently out of the village, and then confronted him.
"OK, so who are you?" I asked.
"My name is Magwa, I am the Wise Komano's apprentice."
"So why are you helping us, Magwa?" Davis asked.
"You said you could help us. Please explain."
"We know this all powerful man named Newbear, but his powers were taken from him and put in that mountain," Ben explained. "He said that if we got them back for him, he'd help us destroy Larzalere!"
Magwa thought for a moment. "Are you sure everything is as it seems?"
"What do you mean by that? Are you saying Newbear's lying to us?" Davis angrily asked.
"I'm just saying, can you trust him?"
"Of course we can trust him!" Ben said. "He's the nicest man I've ever met!"
"Fine then, I'll believe you." He paused. "You will need a guide up the mountain, someone who knows what it is you're looking for."
"And I suppose that's you?" Otamamon asked. For such a big mouth, Otamamon was surprisingly quiet. It was the first thing I had heard him say all day.
"Yes. When I was a child Komano, I was reckless and adventurous, and I went up the mountain. I know what you can expect up there, and I know where this 'power' is. I will guide you if you promise me that you will get rid of Larzalere."
"We promise." Ben spoke for the group.
"Sagalack! Then let's go." Magwa said.
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"Mwackawack!" I don't really know what that means, but I do know that it wasn't good for us. The weird creatures we had run into had taken us to their village. I know that Davis described them as "Duck People", but let me be the one to get more descriptive. He was right about one thing, though. They do look like ducks.
Their heads look like a fatter duck head, and they have these, well, not really feathers, but they sort of looked like feathers, on the back of their heads sticking up. I suppose you could call it a kind of plumage. On their long, skinny necks are some multicolored rings. We learned later that the amount of rings an individual has, the better their status in the village.
They're rather fat in the mid-section, and have small, wing-like arms, although I doubt they could fly anywhere. They also have rings on their stomachs, too, which they receive after doing something heroic, or something like that. There wasn't any kind of tail on them as you would expect a person who looks like a duck would have, but I think that's because they're more man than duck. They have short, stubby feet with no toes, and they're really short, although we were short at the time too, so we were on even ground.
We were herded back to the village being threatened with really pointy spears, and they weren't afraid to poke us a couple of times. Right at that moment we were sitting in the middle of town in a small, fenced in area with several duck guards surrounding us.
"Come on, let us go! We're not going to hurt you!" Davis kept telling them, though it really wasn't working. They didn't speak the same language. They kept saying to us, "Dawga mack sackalaw!" At least, that's what it sounded like.
"Mwackawack!" was repeated throughout the crowd gathered around at a distance from our prison, and we could see them parting to let a very important looking duck person through. He had twice as many head feathers as most of the other duck people, and far more neck and stomach rings. He looked very old, and walked with a big, twisty stick. He was followed by a younger looking duck, who kept quiet throughout our encounter.
As he approached us, I could tell that he must have been very highly regarded in the duck society because our guard ducks all bowed to him. He stopped at our fence. "Do you work for Larzalere?"
"Hey! You speak our language! Cool! Hey, how about letting us out of here?" Davis asked him.
The old duck responded by hitting him in the head with his stick, from now on fondly referred to as 'The Whacking Stick'. "Answer the question!"
"No, sir, we do not work for Larzalere." Ben said.
He stared at us awhile before lowering The WS over Ben's head. "Then why do you speak the language of the devil?"
"Why do you?" I replied. I probably shouldn't have, since my head really hurt after that. I think he enjoyed whacking us with that thing.
"I am the Wise Komano, I must know things that my fellow Komanos must not know in case He should return for more destruction."
"We haven't done anything wrong! Why can't we be let go?" Patamon asked. Since he could fly, he had been tied up and placed in the corner of our fence prison.
"You were found near the Forbidden Mountain! We could not allow you to enter and release the evil that is hidden there."
"What evil?" Veemon asked. "We thought that...."
"A long time ago, when I was but a wee Komano, a terrible war took place. My tribe lived on the mountain. We did not care about what happened with the rest of the world as long as we were left alone. And then, They came.
Their battles scorched the land and forced my people to flee from their homes. When at last victory was achieved, we thought it would be all right to go back to our homes and rebuild, but the one known as Larzalere was waiting for us there.
He said, 'You may not return to this site without unleashing doom upon your kind. You must leave this place!' He said he would come again one day and make sure we weren't meddling with what was up there. We didn't listen, and stayed on the mountain.
When he came back, we tried standing up to him, but he was too powerful for us. As punishment, he took our strongest warriors and turned them into hideous monsters that worked only for him, and we were sent away from our homes. He told us that that was only a taste of his power.
Once a month, he sends someone to come and collect a due from us, whatever he sees fit to take. We are suffering under him as it is, so you see, we can not allow anyone to go up there, for if he found out, we would be punished even worse."
"That's terrible!" I said. "How could someone do that to you?"
"But we have to go up there!" Davis yelled. "We just have to! There's something up there that can help us get rid of Larzalere!"
The Wise Komano looked away. "Yugalucks, you have no idea what is up on that mountain. There are evils there that you can not imagine. The land has changed into a harsh environment filled with terrible creatures and dangers."
"If it's so terrible, then how could you live up there?" Ben asked.
"It was once beautiful before the war," the Wise Komano sighed. "Besides, it was our home. We thought we could make it like it was before."
"Please, you have to let us go up there." Davis said.
"Why should I do that?"
"Because it's our only hope! A very good friend of ours is in danger! We have to save her!" Davis pleaded.
"Absolutely not! Since I see that you are NOT working for Larzalere, we will not have you executed."
"Well that's a relief," I said. I managed to dodge the WS shot.
"But since I can not allow you to go to the mountain, you will remain prisoners until further notice!" He tapped me on the head with with the WS before walking way. The younger Komano stood looking at us for a second longer before turning and following him.
The rest of the day went by uneventful, except for being stared at by some really young Komanos. It was dark and we were just about to fall asleep when we heard a noise.
I sat up first. "Hey, who's..."
"Shh!!!" came the answer from the locked door of our fence. I could hear a key turning in the lock, and in an instant the door was open.
"Hey, you're that duck!" Davis said, sitting up. "That duck that was following that older duck!"
The young Komano gave him a puzzled look, then said, "You must follow me. Wise Komano will be very angry with me when he finds out, but I want to help you!"
We all followed him silently out of the village, and then confronted him.
"OK, so who are you?" I asked.
"My name is Magwa, I am the Wise Komano's apprentice."
"So why are you helping us, Magwa?" Davis asked.
"You said you could help us. Please explain."
"We know this all powerful man named Newbear, but his powers were taken from him and put in that mountain," Ben explained. "He said that if we got them back for him, he'd help us destroy Larzalere!"
Magwa thought for a moment. "Are you sure everything is as it seems?"
"What do you mean by that? Are you saying Newbear's lying to us?" Davis angrily asked.
"I'm just saying, can you trust him?"
"Of course we can trust him!" Ben said. "He's the nicest man I've ever met!"
"Fine then, I'll believe you." He paused. "You will need a guide up the mountain, someone who knows what it is you're looking for."
"And I suppose that's you?" Otamamon asked. For such a big mouth, Otamamon was surprisingly quiet. It was the first thing I had heard him say all day.
"Yes. When I was a child Komano, I was reckless and adventurous, and I went up the mountain. I know what you can expect up there, and I know where this 'power' is. I will guide you if you promise me that you will get rid of Larzalere."
"We promise." Ben spoke for the group.
"Sagalack! Then let's go." Magwa said.