A/N: Comment ça va? Ah! Bien, bien ou mal! ^_^ Parle vous français? Non? WELL THEN. I'll have to stick to anglais, wouldn't I? *smirk* You want to know what I said? Too bad. I'm not going to tell you. Nyah-nyah

Shadow: ugh when will you ever grow up! Never! *rolls eyes* stupid girl… Are you being sexist? No. I'm just dissing you. YOU WATCH WHAT YOU SAY! Thanks to all my reviewers! Now, to go beat up Shadow…*graps a pencil and starts poking Shadow* Sorry I haven't updated in a long while! The internet connection wasn't working so I couldn't do anything! Except torture me. Yeah, except that. *grins*

DISCLAIMER: DO I LOOK LIKE I OWN DIGIMON?

Chapter 9: Mel's POV

"Henry!" Takato yelled as we watched the fire-horse charge straight at Henry, going too fast to be able to stop. Henry didn't even acknowledge us. He merely watched the flames rush towards him. For a moment there, I thought that Henry was just too scared to be able to move away on time. I immediately brushed that thought away however. Henry is just too strong that such an attack like this must seem petty in his mind's eye. However, he didn't do anything. He just stood there, unmoving and unblinking. As the flames got closer, the rest of us started screaming our lungs out.

"Henry! Watch out!"

"Oh my god!"

"Move, Henry!"

"Henry! Move! Please"

"HENRY! NO!" Takato yelled as the flames engulfed Henry.

//No…Henry! This isn't happening! Oh Seraphymon! (Dunno who they would pray to so I took an Angel digimon from Season 4, if you haven't noticed.) Please don't let Henry die! He means so much to us and is the only one who can figure out the prophecy and help it come true! \\

*flashback*

"Mom, what's all this talk about a 'prophecy'? I don't get it." A young looking Mel said, tugging on an older version of her. The older version of Mel, her mother, reached down and gently patted Mel on her head.

"The 'prophecy'? From whom did you hear about that?" Mel's mother questioned.

"From grandma. She was telling me a story how several thousand years ago, when the Evils and the Mystics was divided, a prophecy was foretold. The prophecy is supposed to be about the end of the Evils and how it will come to be," Mel said innocently. Her young and innocent face was now focused intently on her mother, fully expecting the truth. Mel's mother sighed. How in the world were you supposed to tell your own child how she would end up dying? If she lived that long.

"Well, for starters, this prophecy does tell about the end of our race, the Evils. However, it also tells how the end of the Mystic's savior shall die, too. Did Grandma tell you the prophecy?"

"No, she didn't. She just mentioned something about the 'prophecy' and the end of us."

Mel's mother sighed again. Oh boy. This was going to be complicated.

"Mel honey, you should wait until you're older before you hear about this, okay?"

"NO! I wanna hear it now! Pwease! I wanna hear it now!!!"

"Hun, I think you should tell her the prophecy at least. You don't have to explain it," a deep and masculine voice drifted to Mel and her mother's ears.

"Daddy! You're home!" Mel shrieked, running to her father who was currently the Evil Lord's second-in-command. Mel's father laughed as he caught Mel in his arms and twirled her around in the air.

"Hi hun. Good day at work?" Mel's mother asked coming to take Mel from her tired husband's arms.

"Not too bad. The prophecy was brought up again. The new advisor is still worried about it. For all we know, the prophecy shouldn't come true until a few thousand years later. Frankly, I don't see how this 'Angel' character will be able to do anything against us," Mel's father said, grimly.

"I know, but I suppose some people still think it's going to happen now. You can't really blame the advisor though. Don't forget that it was one of the Evil Lord's advisor who told us the prophecy in the first place."

During the whole exchange, Mel had been listening, her eyes growing wider and wider. Finally, unable to hold still and keep her silence any longer, she burst out, "You mean one of the Evil Lord's own advisor predicted our end? What is the prophecy anyway?"

Mel's father nodded grimly.

"That's why so many Evil's have disappeared. They have either killed themselves or gone over to the Mystic side, hoping to spared our fate that has been predicted for us several thousand years ago."

Mel's eyes opened even further and her mouth opened into a tiny "o".

"But what's the prophecy? What does it say? Huh? Huh? Huh?" Mel asked impatiently, squirming in her mother's grasp. Her mother gently set Mel on the floor and sat down on the forest green couch nearby.

"The prophecy says this:

1000 years after the Massacre,

A group of seven shall reunite.

Brought together by Darkness and Light,

Torn apart again by Evil and Hatred.

Found once more by Fire and Lightning,

Evil shall rise,

And The Uprising shall begin.

Thus the fate of the world,

Will be decided in the Final Battle,

With Darkness and Light triumphant,

Along with Fire, Water, Ice, Metal, Earth, Wind, Mountain, and Evil turned Good.

But triumph will come with a great cost,

For the Angel's life will be lost.

...

"The rest of the prophecy was burned away and the scholars who had memorized the thing all died. It was as if whoever caused the Evil Lord's late advisor to say the prophecy in the first place didn't want anybody to know the rest after, 'For the Angel's life will be lost',"

Mel's eyes were now practically bugging out of her head.

"See honey? Whoever had foretold this prophecy and passed it onto the Evil Lord's advisor must have really known what was going to happen or that the person was extremely mad (Insane, people, insane)," Mel's mother said, a dark look crossing her normally passive and beautiful features.

Mel nodded and a great silence took over the normally cheery room.

*end flashback*

Mel quickly shook her head, ridding herself of thoughts back when she was an Evil. Yes, she Mel had been an Evil. However, all that had changed when she was kicked out of her own home when her parents found out that she was somehow, half vampire.

//Sucks being half-vampy sometimes. I wonder if Ryo knows…No, he can't know. I've never told him before. Nobody knows I'm an Evil-turned-Good and a half-vamp. Unless of course, Henry knows… \\

Looking up, I noticed Ryo staring at the fire he had created. He had the most horrified and terrified look I have ever seen. The flames had completely engulfed Henry and were raising hire and hire into the evening sky. (Yes, it's evening) Takato was screaming, crying, and whimpering, believing Henry to be dead. Juri was hugging Takato tightly to prevent him from doing something stupid. Rika was crying silently staring at the flames with a painful look. Kazu and Kenta were both bawling their eyes out and clutching onto each other.

"This can't be happening…" I whispered, tears streaming down my face. It was too soon. I can't lose a new friend. Especially one like Henry. Looking all around me, all I saw were tears, sadness, and anger. The strangest things though, were the plants and the evening sky. They plants bloomed even bigger than before and the evening sky was clearer than ever.

//Wait a minute. Shouldn't the Earth be crying since Henry seems to be the one foretold about in the prophecy? Unless Henry isn't dead at all… \\

Looking back towards the flames, I noticed a slight form within the flames. Could it be that Henry wasn't dead after all? Seraphymon, please let it be that Henry is still alive! We need him!

A/N: So, what did you think? Tell me tell me tell me! I have got to know what you thought about the prophecy though…It took me a long time to come up with it. I also had it in French, but I wasn't sure if all the words were correct. Some parts of it were correct, but not sure about the rest. Read and Review!