" Confession "
"Drawing his blade the warrior stood poised for his final battle. The black knight glared through the grating of his helmet. His hands tightly wrapped about the handle of his dark and menacing sword. Tired but still able to fight the silver knight held his sword with both hands. Villagers rose to their feet as the two knights slowly advanced step by step toward one another. The conclusion of this battle meant either the prosperity of their land or the destruction of all." Jason paused standing from his chair. May and Lucas sat in front of him listening intently to the story. Behind them and covering most of the room was a swarm of Koromon, Tsunomon, Poromon, and Tsumemon.
"Hey why are you stopping," a single Koromon jumped up onto Lucas' head.
"Yea don't stop there," one of the Tsunomon peeked out from behind May.
"Don't worry I'll continue the story in just a moment," Jason smiled walking over to Swanmon sitting at the table. "Could I get something to drink please?"
"Oh so sorry," Swanmon stood grabbing a pitcher of juice and filling a glass. "I just got so wrapped up in your story."
"I'm just glad I was able to help out in my own way," He sipped the juice returning to his seat in the center of the mob. "Now then," Jason thought for a split second, " the silver knight kicked up the pebbles at his feet as he charge forward. The black knight roared as he rushed the warrior of good. In the eyes of the villagers both ironclad men seemed to leave trailing shadows behind their physical form as they crossed one another. Both stood for some time not moving. The silver knights blade held straight out in front of him. The black knight however had the tip of his sword dug into the ground. Silence filled the once joyously noisy village. There were no cheers as performers danced, no laughs directed at the fools, only silence. But the silence was broken as metal hit rock, echoing through the streets. Both warriors had dropped their weapons and dropped to one knee. Finally the black knight dropped to the ground defeated, his evil hand never again to be turned against others. But then to the horror of the people the silver knight fell as well." The crowded room suddenly went as silent as the scene in the story. "A young boy broke away from his mother running to the silver knight. Removing the knight's helmet he noticed that the man under the silver armor was smiling. And written on the inside of the helmet were the words 'The silver knight is only mortal, however he will always rise went needed." Jason sat back in his chair looking out at the digimon who'd listened to him tell a story for the past 4 hours.
"He's dead," a voice called out from the back of the room.
"In a way yes," Jason answered but quickly continued before the tears could fall. "But there is a deeper meaning. You see the silver knight lives on."
"But... but you said," a voice stuttered followed by sniffles.
"Not everything is as it seems little ones. For though He is gone his spirit lives on. In the minds and hearts of those he'd saved." Jason lifted his finger, "but know this a true hero, like the one in this story, is not a person..."
"Or digimon," the Koromon on Lucas' head jumped into Jason's lap.
"Right, or digimon," Jason chuckled patting the little digimon, "who goes out looking for trouble, nor does that person," he looked down at the Koromon, "or digimon, fight just to gain fame. A true hero fights regardless of these things. He or she, "He nodded from Lucas to May saying that part, "does it to protect those he cares for."
Kana noticed the glance as she stood near the door. "And that means that if any of you want to be a hero you should think carefully about what you do." Kana walked carefully around the edge of the room as she spoke, "Because even the smallest of actions, like telling a story to children before they got to bed, can make you a hero to someone." All but one of the digimon caught her meaning filing into the next room where they all would go to bed. However that one Nyaromon sat there in front of Jason looking up at him.
"Is something wrong," Jason slid from the chair to his knees scooping up the tiny digimon.
"The silver knight," the puppy asked, "does he exist here in the digital world."
Jason smiled carrying the little one to the room, "Of course. The silver knight exists everywhere," places Nyaromon in its bed. "He represents the good in all of us. Though he will look different he will come when he is truly needed."
"Will he destroy the evil one who attacks the land?"
"Only if he has no other choice," he pulled the covers over the curious digimon. "Now get some sleep. I'll tell you all another story tomorrow." Jason smiled wiping a tear from his cheek; all of these little digimon had looked so innocent since he started his story, though earlier that day they were rowdy and rambunctious. He stood silently making his way across the room to the door. Looking over each of them as he passed, then finally closing the door as he returned to the dinning hall.
"Thank you so much Mr. Jason," Swanmon spoke softly so an not to wake the sleepers. "I don't know how I can repay you for your help."
"It was my pleasure," Jason said as he glanced over his shoulder at the closed door. "I couldn't in all honesty ask for payment."
"You're pretty good with kids," Kana walked up slowly, her thumb removing another tear from his cheek. "Just a big softy at heart."
"Don't tell the others," he joked.
"Please, it's not much but take this as payment," Swanmon called there attention to the table were she'd laid out some food. "All of you companions seemed a bit hungry when you arrived."
"I'll get the others, Kana you go ahead and eat something," Jason turned walking out of the building to gather the team.
That night after dinner they all slept in the dinning hall. Jason however had trouble sleeping. He rose from his spot in a corner of the room walking to the door. 'It's never been this hard to sleep,' he thought. 'What's wrong with me? I let those kids beat on me. Then I told them a story. Comforted their thoughts about the knight's death. And I even tucked a few of them in.' He was staring up at the sky wondering without noticing the soft sounds of movement in the night air. "I even allowed myself to cry."
"What's wrong with that," Jason spun around seeing Kana behind him.
"You startled me," Jason smiled. In the moonlight she looked so much like angel. He watched her as she moved to his side.
"Go on," was all she said as she stood there staring at the stars.
"Ok," he returned his gaze to the sky watching the glittering gems above. "Back home I was never like this. So open with others. So willing to share my thoughts and emotions. I always kept to myself. I was in all meanings a loner."
"You're not alone anymore," she stated resting her head on his shoulder.
"Even so I find it hard to believe that within a years time," his hand reached for hers, "that I could change so much. I was always looking for trouble. I did things I'm no longer proud of."
"And that's good right," she lifted her head looking to him.
"Yea," he smiled. "I'm torn for all I've done in the past." He paused seeing a shooting star. "But I'm glad I had a chance to come here, and change myself."
"I guess you digivolved," she smiled looking up at him.
"I guess so," he returned her gaze then met her lips with his.
[Ok maybe the story gets a little too romantic at times. I just write it as it comes to me]
In the morning Daumon awoke phasing to the roof of the school. Perched on the corner of the roof he looked out at the horizon. Something had woken him, something that wasn't coming for any good purpose. Closing his eyes he concentrated on his link to his partner.
Jason's eyes shot open. He glanced to his side seeing Kana resting against him. 'Daumon what's up,' his strong thought relayed to the Digimon.
'Can you feel it?'
'Not while I was asleep.'
'Something's coming. And It'll be here soon.'
'How soon,' his thoughts raced. 'Can we evacuate?'
'No, not enough time.'
'Then we better take care of it. Whoever it is they wont get these kids.' Jason shifted his body slowly leaning Kana against the wall now. "Wish me luck," he whispered pulling the blanket over her shoulders. He turned walking swiftly but quietly to the door. Then turned looking to the room where the digimon slept, whispered, "Don't worry kids. The silver knight's here." Jason turned running out the door leaving it open halfway as he met up with Daumon.
"There's only one," he reported.
"Good," he grabbed his D3. "We'll handle this one ourselves."
"It's a Mega," Daumon stated jumped down from the roof.
"Second chance." He looked at Daumon, still slightly worried about what happened last time but he needed to try one more time. Raising the D3 he closed his eyes. "For the children, for Swanmon, for Kana and the others."
"Let's do it."
"BIO_MERGE," Jason raised the D3, merging with Daumon. This time Daumon was drawn into him, his form grew, his clothes exploded reforming to his new body, crossing his wrists he bowed his head as black feathers swirled around him, creating an egg of blackness around his body, the egg split in half becoming two large wings spread out to each side, his clenched fist opened spinning a pair of shades around his finger, then fitting them in place, looking at his left shoulder he wing curved covering the area, and after a moment pulled away showing his new arm, his hair stretched changing its color to a mix of blonde and dark brown streaks. "Arch-Angemon."
[I know its all one big grammatical mess up ^ oh well]
"So are you to be my next opponent," a voice called as Arch-Angemon fixed his shades. Glancing to the voice he say who the cocky digimon was. LordKnightmon. Raising its shield LordKnightmon stood poised for battle.
[honestly don't know if LordKnightmon is male or female]
"No, I am not your next opponent," the fallen angel slid his left foot back. His right hand reaching for the hilt on his back. "I am your last."
Just then Nyaromon awoke hearing strange voices. She rolled out of her bed running to the window. Her eyes widen as she turned rousing the others with her screams, "Everyone wake up. There's a knight outside. Hurry, hurry. You have to see this." Gathering around the windows the young digimon had a clear view of what was going on outside.
"You honestly think you can best me," LordKnightmon laughed.
"Maybe and maybe not," he drew his sword. "But I wont allow you to hurt the innocence here."
Inside, "Who's that guy," one asked.
"I don't know maybe he's the black knight," another replied.
"But he speaks like the silver knight," yet another stated.
Then LordKnightmon drew a sword. Arch-Angemon switched the blade into his left hand. His right hand raising to the shade and pulling them down. Then shades changed to create the mask that once covered his jaw.
[sorry, quick show of hands how many say this coming?]
The two warriors stood ready, their eyes locked in combat before they'd even made a step toward the other. After what seemed like hours the two tightened their grips on their swords charging. Sparks filled the air, the quiet sunrise was filled with the sound of metal on metal, flashes of blue and red light lit the shadows. The two warriors danced the deadly waltz. Slash to parry, thrust to dodge, stopping every few minutes as they locked blades. Forcing each other back, arch-Angemon removed one hand from the hilt, pulling his wings into his back. LordKnightmon extended a hand inviting him for another go. A quick crack of his neck and Arch-Angemon met his opponent halfway. Charging passed with only sparks at their meeting point. An hour had past since the battle started. They were wearing down but neither would show their fatigue willingly.
"You're a worthy opponent," LordKnightmon raised the sword powering up. Then fired an attack at the building from where the young digimon watched.
"NO," Arch-Angemon watched in horror as the smoke cleared. He couldn't see the youths. Turning he rotated his sword parrying an attack. "You monster. How could you," shifting the blade into one hand he slashed and thrust at the power mad warrior. His fierce attacks forced back his foe. Knocking LordKnightmon's sword up he thrust his left hand into its chest plate. "Heaven's Thunder!!" He forced his attack through the armor. Throwing the challenger back several tens of feet. "FULL POWER," his power formed a silver aura around his body. Grabbing the hilt in both hands he charged down the street. LordKnightmon stood raising its sword. Arch-Angemon picked up speed moving so swiftly he left a shadow trail behind him. Before LordKnightmon could move Arch-Angemon had already passed
"Your judgment... is now," Arch-Angemon turned watching the last of LordKnightmon vanish. Strapping the blade onto his back his wings burst out. Flying at full speed he landed near the rubble. "Nyaromon, Koromon, any mon answer me," he shouted. Thrashing and tossing the largest blocks out of his way. After he'd cleared all the rubble his eyes widen seeing nothing. "Whe... where are they?"
"Uh... excuse me Jason," Swanmon's voice questioned. "Are you alright?" Looking up he saw Swanmon surrounded by the smaller digimon.
"They... are ok," he fell to his knees. He then fell to the ground, weak and worn.
"Oh no," Nyaromon made her way over to the divided forms of Jason and Riromon. "Is he gonna die too?"
"Like the silver knight," a Koromon asked joining her at his side.
"No he's a lucky one," they all turned at Kana's voice. "He's only resting. He feared for all your lives and so pushed himself to the limit. Swanmon I'll tend to his wounds you and the children may continue your planned schedule." She turned to the little ones, "I'm sure he'd want you all to grow and become not only strong but smart."
"Drawing his blade the warrior stood poised for his final battle. The black knight glared through the grating of his helmet. His hands tightly wrapped about the handle of his dark and menacing sword. Tired but still able to fight the silver knight held his sword with both hands. Villagers rose to their feet as the two knights slowly advanced step by step toward one another. The conclusion of this battle meant either the prosperity of their land or the destruction of all." Jason paused standing from his chair. May and Lucas sat in front of him listening intently to the story. Behind them and covering most of the room was a swarm of Koromon, Tsunomon, Poromon, and Tsumemon.
"Hey why are you stopping," a single Koromon jumped up onto Lucas' head.
"Yea don't stop there," one of the Tsunomon peeked out from behind May.
"Don't worry I'll continue the story in just a moment," Jason smiled walking over to Swanmon sitting at the table. "Could I get something to drink please?"
"Oh so sorry," Swanmon stood grabbing a pitcher of juice and filling a glass. "I just got so wrapped up in your story."
"I'm just glad I was able to help out in my own way," He sipped the juice returning to his seat in the center of the mob. "Now then," Jason thought for a split second, " the silver knight kicked up the pebbles at his feet as he charge forward. The black knight roared as he rushed the warrior of good. In the eyes of the villagers both ironclad men seemed to leave trailing shadows behind their physical form as they crossed one another. Both stood for some time not moving. The silver knights blade held straight out in front of him. The black knight however had the tip of his sword dug into the ground. Silence filled the once joyously noisy village. There were no cheers as performers danced, no laughs directed at the fools, only silence. But the silence was broken as metal hit rock, echoing through the streets. Both warriors had dropped their weapons and dropped to one knee. Finally the black knight dropped to the ground defeated, his evil hand never again to be turned against others. But then to the horror of the people the silver knight fell as well." The crowded room suddenly went as silent as the scene in the story. "A young boy broke away from his mother running to the silver knight. Removing the knight's helmet he noticed that the man under the silver armor was smiling. And written on the inside of the helmet were the words 'The silver knight is only mortal, however he will always rise went needed." Jason sat back in his chair looking out at the digimon who'd listened to him tell a story for the past 4 hours.
"He's dead," a voice called out from the back of the room.
"In a way yes," Jason answered but quickly continued before the tears could fall. "But there is a deeper meaning. You see the silver knight lives on."
"But... but you said," a voice stuttered followed by sniffles.
"Not everything is as it seems little ones. For though He is gone his spirit lives on. In the minds and hearts of those he'd saved." Jason lifted his finger, "but know this a true hero, like the one in this story, is not a person..."
"Or digimon," the Koromon on Lucas' head jumped into Jason's lap.
"Right, or digimon," Jason chuckled patting the little digimon, "who goes out looking for trouble, nor does that person," he looked down at the Koromon, "or digimon, fight just to gain fame. A true hero fights regardless of these things. He or she, "He nodded from Lucas to May saying that part, "does it to protect those he cares for."
Kana noticed the glance as she stood near the door. "And that means that if any of you want to be a hero you should think carefully about what you do." Kana walked carefully around the edge of the room as she spoke, "Because even the smallest of actions, like telling a story to children before they got to bed, can make you a hero to someone." All but one of the digimon caught her meaning filing into the next room where they all would go to bed. However that one Nyaromon sat there in front of Jason looking up at him.
"Is something wrong," Jason slid from the chair to his knees scooping up the tiny digimon.
"The silver knight," the puppy asked, "does he exist here in the digital world."
Jason smiled carrying the little one to the room, "Of course. The silver knight exists everywhere," places Nyaromon in its bed. "He represents the good in all of us. Though he will look different he will come when he is truly needed."
"Will he destroy the evil one who attacks the land?"
"Only if he has no other choice," he pulled the covers over the curious digimon. "Now get some sleep. I'll tell you all another story tomorrow." Jason smiled wiping a tear from his cheek; all of these little digimon had looked so innocent since he started his story, though earlier that day they were rowdy and rambunctious. He stood silently making his way across the room to the door. Looking over each of them as he passed, then finally closing the door as he returned to the dinning hall.
"Thank you so much Mr. Jason," Swanmon spoke softly so an not to wake the sleepers. "I don't know how I can repay you for your help."
"It was my pleasure," Jason said as he glanced over his shoulder at the closed door. "I couldn't in all honesty ask for payment."
"You're pretty good with kids," Kana walked up slowly, her thumb removing another tear from his cheek. "Just a big softy at heart."
"Don't tell the others," he joked.
"Please, it's not much but take this as payment," Swanmon called there attention to the table were she'd laid out some food. "All of you companions seemed a bit hungry when you arrived."
"I'll get the others, Kana you go ahead and eat something," Jason turned walking out of the building to gather the team.
That night after dinner they all slept in the dinning hall. Jason however had trouble sleeping. He rose from his spot in a corner of the room walking to the door. 'It's never been this hard to sleep,' he thought. 'What's wrong with me? I let those kids beat on me. Then I told them a story. Comforted their thoughts about the knight's death. And I even tucked a few of them in.' He was staring up at the sky wondering without noticing the soft sounds of movement in the night air. "I even allowed myself to cry."
"What's wrong with that," Jason spun around seeing Kana behind him.
"You startled me," Jason smiled. In the moonlight she looked so much like angel. He watched her as she moved to his side.
"Go on," was all she said as she stood there staring at the stars.
"Ok," he returned his gaze to the sky watching the glittering gems above. "Back home I was never like this. So open with others. So willing to share my thoughts and emotions. I always kept to myself. I was in all meanings a loner."
"You're not alone anymore," she stated resting her head on his shoulder.
"Even so I find it hard to believe that within a years time," his hand reached for hers, "that I could change so much. I was always looking for trouble. I did things I'm no longer proud of."
"And that's good right," she lifted her head looking to him.
"Yea," he smiled. "I'm torn for all I've done in the past." He paused seeing a shooting star. "But I'm glad I had a chance to come here, and change myself."
"I guess you digivolved," she smiled looking up at him.
"I guess so," he returned her gaze then met her lips with his.
[Ok maybe the story gets a little too romantic at times. I just write it as it comes to me]
In the morning Daumon awoke phasing to the roof of the school. Perched on the corner of the roof he looked out at the horizon. Something had woken him, something that wasn't coming for any good purpose. Closing his eyes he concentrated on his link to his partner.
Jason's eyes shot open. He glanced to his side seeing Kana resting against him. 'Daumon what's up,' his strong thought relayed to the Digimon.
'Can you feel it?'
'Not while I was asleep.'
'Something's coming. And It'll be here soon.'
'How soon,' his thoughts raced. 'Can we evacuate?'
'No, not enough time.'
'Then we better take care of it. Whoever it is they wont get these kids.' Jason shifted his body slowly leaning Kana against the wall now. "Wish me luck," he whispered pulling the blanket over her shoulders. He turned walking swiftly but quietly to the door. Then turned looking to the room where the digimon slept, whispered, "Don't worry kids. The silver knight's here." Jason turned running out the door leaving it open halfway as he met up with Daumon.
"There's only one," he reported.
"Good," he grabbed his D3. "We'll handle this one ourselves."
"It's a Mega," Daumon stated jumped down from the roof.
"Second chance." He looked at Daumon, still slightly worried about what happened last time but he needed to try one more time. Raising the D3 he closed his eyes. "For the children, for Swanmon, for Kana and the others."
"Let's do it."
"BIO_MERGE," Jason raised the D3, merging with Daumon. This time Daumon was drawn into him, his form grew, his clothes exploded reforming to his new body, crossing his wrists he bowed his head as black feathers swirled around him, creating an egg of blackness around his body, the egg split in half becoming two large wings spread out to each side, his clenched fist opened spinning a pair of shades around his finger, then fitting them in place, looking at his left shoulder he wing curved covering the area, and after a moment pulled away showing his new arm, his hair stretched changing its color to a mix of blonde and dark brown streaks. "Arch-Angemon."
[I know its all one big grammatical mess up ^ oh well]
"So are you to be my next opponent," a voice called as Arch-Angemon fixed his shades. Glancing to the voice he say who the cocky digimon was. LordKnightmon. Raising its shield LordKnightmon stood poised for battle.
[honestly don't know if LordKnightmon is male or female]
"No, I am not your next opponent," the fallen angel slid his left foot back. His right hand reaching for the hilt on his back. "I am your last."
Just then Nyaromon awoke hearing strange voices. She rolled out of her bed running to the window. Her eyes widen as she turned rousing the others with her screams, "Everyone wake up. There's a knight outside. Hurry, hurry. You have to see this." Gathering around the windows the young digimon had a clear view of what was going on outside.
"You honestly think you can best me," LordKnightmon laughed.
"Maybe and maybe not," he drew his sword. "But I wont allow you to hurt the innocence here."
Inside, "Who's that guy," one asked.
"I don't know maybe he's the black knight," another replied.
"But he speaks like the silver knight," yet another stated.
Then LordKnightmon drew a sword. Arch-Angemon switched the blade into his left hand. His right hand raising to the shade and pulling them down. Then shades changed to create the mask that once covered his jaw.
[sorry, quick show of hands how many say this coming?]
The two warriors stood ready, their eyes locked in combat before they'd even made a step toward the other. After what seemed like hours the two tightened their grips on their swords charging. Sparks filled the air, the quiet sunrise was filled with the sound of metal on metal, flashes of blue and red light lit the shadows. The two warriors danced the deadly waltz. Slash to parry, thrust to dodge, stopping every few minutes as they locked blades. Forcing each other back, arch-Angemon removed one hand from the hilt, pulling his wings into his back. LordKnightmon extended a hand inviting him for another go. A quick crack of his neck and Arch-Angemon met his opponent halfway. Charging passed with only sparks at their meeting point. An hour had past since the battle started. They were wearing down but neither would show their fatigue willingly.
"You're a worthy opponent," LordKnightmon raised the sword powering up. Then fired an attack at the building from where the young digimon watched.
"NO," Arch-Angemon watched in horror as the smoke cleared. He couldn't see the youths. Turning he rotated his sword parrying an attack. "You monster. How could you," shifting the blade into one hand he slashed and thrust at the power mad warrior. His fierce attacks forced back his foe. Knocking LordKnightmon's sword up he thrust his left hand into its chest plate. "Heaven's Thunder!!" He forced his attack through the armor. Throwing the challenger back several tens of feet. "FULL POWER," his power formed a silver aura around his body. Grabbing the hilt in both hands he charged down the street. LordKnightmon stood raising its sword. Arch-Angemon picked up speed moving so swiftly he left a shadow trail behind him. Before LordKnightmon could move Arch-Angemon had already passed
"Your judgment... is now," Arch-Angemon turned watching the last of LordKnightmon vanish. Strapping the blade onto his back his wings burst out. Flying at full speed he landed near the rubble. "Nyaromon, Koromon, any mon answer me," he shouted. Thrashing and tossing the largest blocks out of his way. After he'd cleared all the rubble his eyes widen seeing nothing. "Whe... where are they?"
"Uh... excuse me Jason," Swanmon's voice questioned. "Are you alright?" Looking up he saw Swanmon surrounded by the smaller digimon.
"They... are ok," he fell to his knees. He then fell to the ground, weak and worn.
"Oh no," Nyaromon made her way over to the divided forms of Jason and Riromon. "Is he gonna die too?"
"Like the silver knight," a Koromon asked joining her at his side.
"No he's a lucky one," they all turned at Kana's voice. "He's only resting. He feared for all your lives and so pushed himself to the limit. Swanmon I'll tend to his wounds you and the children may continue your planned schedule." She turned to the little ones, "I'm sure he'd want you all to grow and become not only strong but smart."