Timewarp
Prologue-3 years before
I was ten then, I didn't know any better. I was out to save the digital world, and it didn't seem much more simple than black and white.
I stood on the plain, opposite was my rival Myotismon. We had both Primal Evolved. I had used the sword of Nobility, a blade only used by a servant of Orphanimon. Myotismon had practically killed my Partner Digimon, so the use of Orphanimon's Sword seemed like the last option. I had become a sphinx like digimon called Bastetmon. I was tall and proud and graceful. I had nothing to fear.
Myotismon had become a black and yellow dragon digimon with claws as sharp as steel. He was willing to do anything to take over the digital world, including enslaving what was left of the soul of Cherubimon, the legendary angel of Serenity.
Scribemon, my best friend aside from my Partner Digimon, who could not walk without a brace, was injured on the plain below. "KATHY PLEASE! DON'T ATTACK HIM!"
But winded, Myotismon was wide open to attack, and I was ready to take full advantage of it. I steadied my sword grip in my hand, and took the fatal lunge.
PAIN! It ripped through me like a knife! At the same time Myotismon screamed in pain. I fell to the ground below. Both of us devolved, resuming out usual forms. I felt myself changing. What the Hell? Then I blacked out.
I, Scribemon, Chief Historian of the Digital World and former Guidemon, stood on the battlement of Guardian Castle. "Rosemon. I can't believe I let it get this far. I let Orphanimon's soul, her memories, thoughts and feelings, be used in such a manner. I let it control Kathy."
"Kathy's a lot tougher than either of us thought." Rosemon leaned against the wall. "Jeri says that she's not only got the hardest head in the digital world, she's a digimon too!"
"SHE WHAT?" I demanded.
"It's true. Kathy was one of the NeoWarriors project. The attempt to recreate the Legendary Warriors. Her element is Wood, and her project designation is DryadArbormon. She's one tough little cookie alright."
"That must be why Myotismon couldn't attack her. He was a donor wasn't he?"
"Yes, that is correct. He was Kathy's donor to the project. That's why she blacked out trying to attack him. A donor can't attack their protégé."
"Then we wait."
3 years later
I was apprenticed now, and I was training night and day under Scribemon. But today was a special day, because at lunch the lights went off. I heard Rika, Jeri, Suzi, Ai and Alice from the next room over.
"Its somebody's birthday,
Right here in this room."
They came out with a cake. A HUGE, double chocolate cake, with gummy strawberry filling and big pink roses. I began to drool, how undignified!
"So look all around you
For somebody who,"
Rika's face glowed with smug joy as she set the cake, all thirteen candles lit and shaped like the rookie forms of the different digimon who'd helped me on my first journey, down on the table.
"Is laughing and smiling,
My goodness its…"
That was when disaster struck. Sparks enveloped Scribemon, who doubled over, screaming in pain. "MASTER SCRIBEMON!" I cried, running to his side, trying to support him. Scribemon became enveloped in a field of some kind of static, surrounding him like an egg. He was partly insubstantial. I pulled him back, remembering what Takato had told me about his experiences with Guilmon. But Scribemon had shrunk, probably down to rookie form. He had pale skin and a gray muzzle, pointy ears like an elf, and a pointed head. Definitely a rookie. "Please Master talk to me!"
"I'm Bokumon now Kathy. Get Gennai."
"I'm here Bokumon. What happened?" Gennai knelt next to me.
"My past self was killed. My fractal codes were taken by Mercurymon in the past." Bokumon barely managed to stammer out. "I've become temporally unstable."
"Is there anything I can do?" I asked, tears stung my eyes.
"Go back through the Spectrum Gate." Bokumon gasped out.
The Tamers were staring, tense, waiting for orders. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! GET THE HYPNOS DATABANK ON LINE! JERI! SUZI! HELP ME GET HIM DOWN TO THE STASIS LEVEL! MOVE IT!" We carried Bokumon, fazing static all the way, down to the infirmary. "Bokumon, can you give me the temporal coordinates?"
"It's all fuzz." He complained weakly. "Second cycle."
"Kathy. I want you to take Orphanimon's Lyre. Go back through the gate and save Bokumon, or retrieve his fractal code, if you arrive too late." Gennai instructed.
Orphanimon's lyre was another name for the sword of nobility. It was a beautiful weapon that was created to withstand even the most brutal temporal anomaly.
So, once Bokumon was in Temporal Stasis, AeroRaidramon and I left through the Spectrum Gate, a land formation that was the center of the Digital World's energy field. A gate that could take its traveler through time.
Prologue-3 years before
I was ten then, I didn't know any better. I was out to save the digital world, and it didn't seem much more simple than black and white.
I stood on the plain, opposite was my rival Myotismon. We had both Primal Evolved. I had used the sword of Nobility, a blade only used by a servant of Orphanimon. Myotismon had practically killed my Partner Digimon, so the use of Orphanimon's Sword seemed like the last option. I had become a sphinx like digimon called Bastetmon. I was tall and proud and graceful. I had nothing to fear.
Myotismon had become a black and yellow dragon digimon with claws as sharp as steel. He was willing to do anything to take over the digital world, including enslaving what was left of the soul of Cherubimon, the legendary angel of Serenity.
Scribemon, my best friend aside from my Partner Digimon, who could not walk without a brace, was injured on the plain below. "KATHY PLEASE! DON'T ATTACK HIM!"
But winded, Myotismon was wide open to attack, and I was ready to take full advantage of it. I steadied my sword grip in my hand, and took the fatal lunge.
PAIN! It ripped through me like a knife! At the same time Myotismon screamed in pain. I fell to the ground below. Both of us devolved, resuming out usual forms. I felt myself changing. What the Hell? Then I blacked out.
I, Scribemon, Chief Historian of the Digital World and former Guidemon, stood on the battlement of Guardian Castle. "Rosemon. I can't believe I let it get this far. I let Orphanimon's soul, her memories, thoughts and feelings, be used in such a manner. I let it control Kathy."
"Kathy's a lot tougher than either of us thought." Rosemon leaned against the wall. "Jeri says that she's not only got the hardest head in the digital world, she's a digimon too!"
"SHE WHAT?" I demanded.
"It's true. Kathy was one of the NeoWarriors project. The attempt to recreate the Legendary Warriors. Her element is Wood, and her project designation is DryadArbormon. She's one tough little cookie alright."
"That must be why Myotismon couldn't attack her. He was a donor wasn't he?"
"Yes, that is correct. He was Kathy's donor to the project. That's why she blacked out trying to attack him. A donor can't attack their protégé."
"Then we wait."
3 years later
I was apprenticed now, and I was training night and day under Scribemon. But today was a special day, because at lunch the lights went off. I heard Rika, Jeri, Suzi, Ai and Alice from the next room over.
"Its somebody's birthday,
Right here in this room."
They came out with a cake. A HUGE, double chocolate cake, with gummy strawberry filling and big pink roses. I began to drool, how undignified!
"So look all around you
For somebody who,"
Rika's face glowed with smug joy as she set the cake, all thirteen candles lit and shaped like the rookie forms of the different digimon who'd helped me on my first journey, down on the table.
"Is laughing and smiling,
My goodness its…"
That was when disaster struck. Sparks enveloped Scribemon, who doubled over, screaming in pain. "MASTER SCRIBEMON!" I cried, running to his side, trying to support him. Scribemon became enveloped in a field of some kind of static, surrounding him like an egg. He was partly insubstantial. I pulled him back, remembering what Takato had told me about his experiences with Guilmon. But Scribemon had shrunk, probably down to rookie form. He had pale skin and a gray muzzle, pointy ears like an elf, and a pointed head. Definitely a rookie. "Please Master talk to me!"
"I'm Bokumon now Kathy. Get Gennai."
"I'm here Bokumon. What happened?" Gennai knelt next to me.
"My past self was killed. My fractal codes were taken by Mercurymon in the past." Bokumon barely managed to stammer out. "I've become temporally unstable."
"Is there anything I can do?" I asked, tears stung my eyes.
"Go back through the Spectrum Gate." Bokumon gasped out.
The Tamers were staring, tense, waiting for orders. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! GET THE HYPNOS DATABANK ON LINE! JERI! SUZI! HELP ME GET HIM DOWN TO THE STASIS LEVEL! MOVE IT!" We carried Bokumon, fazing static all the way, down to the infirmary. "Bokumon, can you give me the temporal coordinates?"
"It's all fuzz." He complained weakly. "Second cycle."
"Kathy. I want you to take Orphanimon's Lyre. Go back through the gate and save Bokumon, or retrieve his fractal code, if you arrive too late." Gennai instructed.
Orphanimon's lyre was another name for the sword of nobility. It was a beautiful weapon that was created to withstand even the most brutal temporal anomaly.
So, once Bokumon was in Temporal Stasis, AeroRaidramon and I left through the Spectrum Gate, a land formation that was the center of the Digital World's energy field. A gate that could take its traveler through time.