Okay, so here it is; the interactive fic you've been waiting for. First, let me introduce to you the stars!
Alana Currie (14)
Mark Feld (14)
Pedro Hernandez (13)
Riley 'Rye' Deas (13)
Gerad 'Jira' Martin (14)
Keirei Udorando (15) This was my original character for the story. She is kind of like a female version of Ryo. By that I mean she lives in the digiworld with her digimon.
Disclaimer: I don't own digimon.
This story is set in the Tamers season. They don't have digivices they have special necklaces which they must find to be able o biomerge with their digimon (Kind of like the crests but on silver chains). Now these characters are from different places in the world so they have no clue who they are until they meet in the digi world. In a way this is kind of like a crossover fic but with different digimon and characters. So yeah, on with the fic...
Chapter One.
Bouncy blonde hair flew along behind a rather red-faced, puffed out female. She was running, quite fast. It was already almost nine o'clock and if she didn't get to school on time today, she'd have a detention before. She lived quite close, maybe a five minute walk away from her home but today, like almost every other day she woke up later.
It wasn't her fault, in any case it was her schools for making her do all this homework. She slowed down a little as she neared the gates. Her blue eyes darted around for any sign of someone. There was no one. Not even a car was on he road that morning. She stopped running and almost fell to her knees. A painful stitch had come into contact with her side. She placed her hand on her hip and leaned over a bit to calm it.
This girl's name was Alana Currie. Her hair had stopped flowing out behind her and the delicate curls were now wrapping around her shoulders. She had a few freckles decorating her nose. She was a pretty girl, but had one major problem for a girl of fourteen. She had acne. Alana had been to doctors but nothing was working, the spots were still there. Although it had faded in the last year which she was glad of. Then it hit her. There was a festival today. Everyone was here. School had been closed for the day. Alana smiled and sighed in relief. She then turned and took a slow walk back toward her house.
The sun was shinning, so it was a nice day for a festival. Alana reached her home and went inside. No body was home, her parents were working and her younger brother was at a different school. He was being taken to the festival by his teacher.
She walked up the stairs and entered her bedroom. She quickly undressed and changed into a more comfortable set of clothes. They were good for casual everyday wear, bt little did she know she'd be wearing them a lot more than just a day.
Alana pulled out her favourite black long sleeved top. Wrapping all the way round the top were narrow pink and cerise stripes. She then pulled out her faded black denim jeans. She looked in the mirror and applied a little vasaline to her lips.
She looked around her room. Everthing had a place. She walked over to her desk and picked up a few lose sheets of paper. On them were her writings. She enjoyed reading and writing. It was a great passion of hers.
She picked up one which was different from the others. She almost smacked her head when she'd finished. It read: Meet Kacey and Jarline at festival at 12 noon. Going camping. She looked at the clock, it was nearly half past. That meant she had a little while before she had to leave.
"If I pack my things now, I won't have to do it later and it'll save some time. Then I can finish that stupid essay." she said to herself. She picked up her large black bag. She placed in two books, some pens and a writing pad. Alana then went downstairs and placed in some crisps, sweets, tinned hotdogs, tinned mac and cheese and tinned spagetti. She found the tin opener and put that in too.
Alana placed the bag on her back.
"Good."she said. "Not too heavy." She walked over to the computer in the front room, bag still on her back, and loaded it up.
It was half past ten when she finished her essay. She clicked off the word prosessor. She was about to shut it down when something caught her eye. It was a small dark light gradually becoming bigger and bigger. Alana peered right into the screen. She could see faint lines and what looked a bit like trees.
"This is weird" she said. The light was becoming clearer. In a split second it seemed to zoom out of the monitor and into Alana's front room. She tried to scream but nothing came out. She then felt herself falling. Falling ino what seemed Cyberspace. Thoughts were rushing in and out of her mind. Suddenly, she dropped into what seemed a desert type landscape. Then it changed, into a calming oasis. A lake and lots of green tropical trees. Large flowers of all diferent colours were drapped around tree branches. She fell to the floor with an "Omph!"
Alana slowly opened her eyes. She was in the heart of he Oasis. Then she heard a voice. A feminine voice calling her name.
"Wake up Alana!" it shoued it her ear. Alana jumped to her feet and looked at the tiny creature who had shouted at her. It had a 'innocent smile' on its face. Alana just starred at it shocked.
"Wh-what in the world are you?" she cried.
"I'm a digimon." it said.
"No way, thats a game, duh!"
"Well, Duh I'm real." the so-called digimon replied.
"Don't mock me!" Alana said, annoyed.
"What's there to mock? I just copied a word!" The digimon replied. It then looked away from Alana with a 'hmph'.
"Whats your name?" Alana asked, a little quieter. There was no reply.
"Answer me, please. If you answer me, I'll believe that you are a digimon." The creature or digimon, was shaped like a small sea-lion she was pure white with icy blue markings around her body. She looked friendly, but her manners would need to be worked on. The digimon turned to look at her.
"I'm Aquamon. You're my new partner? Alana?" the digimon replied in squeaky, feminine voice.
"Yes thats me." replied Alana.
"Great, now we just have to wait for the others. As if on cue another girl and digimon came out from behind a tree. They were talking happily. This digimon was a lot smaller. It was like a small oink kitten. She had white ears, white paws and a long white tail. Her eyes were large and an emerald green. The girl was small and he her was long. Way past her shoulders. A pink headband was perfectly in place to keep away loose ends. She had warm conforting eyes. She had lightly tanned skin and was slim. She looked up from her partner. Alana stared. She held an emotionless face.
The girl came up to her and held out her hand. She looked a little scary up close. You could see her peircings. Seven in each ear and a small silver nose ring.
"Hi, I'm Riley, but call me Rye." the little kitten nudged her trainer. She gigled. "Oh yeah, and this is Nuvemom. She's my digimon." Alana jsut stood there. She appeared to be taking in the other girls appearence.
"Alana." she replied, not shaking Riley's hand. "My digimon is Aquamon." Riley half frowned.
"Oh okay."
"Hi!" The sea-lion digimon replied.
"How long have you been here?" Riley asked.
"Not long." was Alana's reply. Riley nodded and looked around.
Suddenly they heard a noise. They looked up into the sky to see a dragon type fairy flying over head. Then they heard a scream.
"Lalarimon!" It shouted. A rush of wind came from the forest and another girl appeared. She was running after the dragon fairy. She helped up her hand and the flying digimon stopped in mid air and in mid scream. "Come down here now!" She was a young girl. Her hair was tied into a pontail. It was black with bright red streaks. She was wearing a black top and a pair of balck jeans with pink sitching. Her cerulean eyes were shadowed with balck eyeliner. She had a silver chain around her neck with a cross on it. In her lip was a silver ring.She had a bag on her back and what looked like a firepowered skateboard. A jacket was tied around her waist.
Slowly her digimon was coming back to the floor.
"I'm sorry Keirei, I was just having a bit of fun!" the digimon said. It was almost the same height as the girl. It was pink and had large see through fairy type wings.
"Lalarimon, you can't do that anymore. It's getting dangerous. I don't want you to get hurt."
A light engulfed the digimon. When the light had disapeared a smaller digimon was left on the floor. It resembled a pink fluffy ball with a black star on its cheek. Keirei rolled her eyes and looked at Riley and Alana.
"Sorry about that. You must be Alana and Riley." Riley smiled and nodded. "Well listen up. There are other members of your team around here. You need to find them. Soon. When you do, a path will lead you to my home. I have to go." Keirei took out the skateboard thing. "Lipamon." she said to the smaller digimon. It flew up and jumped into her bag. It's head slightly poking out. Keirei put her feet into two special foot holders.
"Flaming Luna" said the fluff ball in her bag. The powered bit lit up and took off. About ten seconds after that wings came out from the sides and flew Keirei away into the distance.
Riley turned to Alana.
"I don't know about you, but I have a feeling something real bad is about to happen..."
What did you think? Let me know!
Alana Currie (14)
Mark Feld (14)
Pedro Hernandez (13)
Riley 'Rye' Deas (13)
Gerad 'Jira' Martin (14)
Keirei Udorando (15) This was my original character for the story. She is kind of like a female version of Ryo. By that I mean she lives in the digiworld with her digimon.
Disclaimer: I don't own digimon.
This story is set in the Tamers season. They don't have digivices they have special necklaces which they must find to be able o biomerge with their digimon (Kind of like the crests but on silver chains). Now these characters are from different places in the world so they have no clue who they are until they meet in the digi world. In a way this is kind of like a crossover fic but with different digimon and characters. So yeah, on with the fic...
Chapter One.
Bouncy blonde hair flew along behind a rather red-faced, puffed out female. She was running, quite fast. It was already almost nine o'clock and if she didn't get to school on time today, she'd have a detention before. She lived quite close, maybe a five minute walk away from her home but today, like almost every other day she woke up later.
It wasn't her fault, in any case it was her schools for making her do all this homework. She slowed down a little as she neared the gates. Her blue eyes darted around for any sign of someone. There was no one. Not even a car was on he road that morning. She stopped running and almost fell to her knees. A painful stitch had come into contact with her side. She placed her hand on her hip and leaned over a bit to calm it.
This girl's name was Alana Currie. Her hair had stopped flowing out behind her and the delicate curls were now wrapping around her shoulders. She had a few freckles decorating her nose. She was a pretty girl, but had one major problem for a girl of fourteen. She had acne. Alana had been to doctors but nothing was working, the spots were still there. Although it had faded in the last year which she was glad of. Then it hit her. There was a festival today. Everyone was here. School had been closed for the day. Alana smiled and sighed in relief. She then turned and took a slow walk back toward her house.
The sun was shinning, so it was a nice day for a festival. Alana reached her home and went inside. No body was home, her parents were working and her younger brother was at a different school. He was being taken to the festival by his teacher.
She walked up the stairs and entered her bedroom. She quickly undressed and changed into a more comfortable set of clothes. They were good for casual everyday wear, bt little did she know she'd be wearing them a lot more than just a day.
Alana pulled out her favourite black long sleeved top. Wrapping all the way round the top were narrow pink and cerise stripes. She then pulled out her faded black denim jeans. She looked in the mirror and applied a little vasaline to her lips.
She looked around her room. Everthing had a place. She walked over to her desk and picked up a few lose sheets of paper. On them were her writings. She enjoyed reading and writing. It was a great passion of hers.
She picked up one which was different from the others. She almost smacked her head when she'd finished. It read: Meet Kacey and Jarline at festival at 12 noon. Going camping. She looked at the clock, it was nearly half past. That meant she had a little while before she had to leave.
"If I pack my things now, I won't have to do it later and it'll save some time. Then I can finish that stupid essay." she said to herself. She picked up her large black bag. She placed in two books, some pens and a writing pad. Alana then went downstairs and placed in some crisps, sweets, tinned hotdogs, tinned mac and cheese and tinned spagetti. She found the tin opener and put that in too.
Alana placed the bag on her back.
"Good."she said. "Not too heavy." She walked over to the computer in the front room, bag still on her back, and loaded it up.
It was half past ten when she finished her essay. She clicked off the word prosessor. She was about to shut it down when something caught her eye. It was a small dark light gradually becoming bigger and bigger. Alana peered right into the screen. She could see faint lines and what looked a bit like trees.
"This is weird" she said. The light was becoming clearer. In a split second it seemed to zoom out of the monitor and into Alana's front room. She tried to scream but nothing came out. She then felt herself falling. Falling ino what seemed Cyberspace. Thoughts were rushing in and out of her mind. Suddenly, she dropped into what seemed a desert type landscape. Then it changed, into a calming oasis. A lake and lots of green tropical trees. Large flowers of all diferent colours were drapped around tree branches. She fell to the floor with an "Omph!"
Alana slowly opened her eyes. She was in the heart of he Oasis. Then she heard a voice. A feminine voice calling her name.
"Wake up Alana!" it shoued it her ear. Alana jumped to her feet and looked at the tiny creature who had shouted at her. It had a 'innocent smile' on its face. Alana just starred at it shocked.
"Wh-what in the world are you?" she cried.
"I'm a digimon." it said.
"No way, thats a game, duh!"
"Well, Duh I'm real." the so-called digimon replied.
"Don't mock me!" Alana said, annoyed.
"What's there to mock? I just copied a word!" The digimon replied. It then looked away from Alana with a 'hmph'.
"Whats your name?" Alana asked, a little quieter. There was no reply.
"Answer me, please. If you answer me, I'll believe that you are a digimon." The creature or digimon, was shaped like a small sea-lion she was pure white with icy blue markings around her body. She looked friendly, but her manners would need to be worked on. The digimon turned to look at her.
"I'm Aquamon. You're my new partner? Alana?" the digimon replied in squeaky, feminine voice.
"Yes thats me." replied Alana.
"Great, now we just have to wait for the others. As if on cue another girl and digimon came out from behind a tree. They were talking happily. This digimon was a lot smaller. It was like a small oink kitten. She had white ears, white paws and a long white tail. Her eyes were large and an emerald green. The girl was small and he her was long. Way past her shoulders. A pink headband was perfectly in place to keep away loose ends. She had warm conforting eyes. She had lightly tanned skin and was slim. She looked up from her partner. Alana stared. She held an emotionless face.
The girl came up to her and held out her hand. She looked a little scary up close. You could see her peircings. Seven in each ear and a small silver nose ring.
"Hi, I'm Riley, but call me Rye." the little kitten nudged her trainer. She gigled. "Oh yeah, and this is Nuvemom. She's my digimon." Alana jsut stood there. She appeared to be taking in the other girls appearence.
"Alana." she replied, not shaking Riley's hand. "My digimon is Aquamon." Riley half frowned.
"Oh okay."
"Hi!" The sea-lion digimon replied.
"How long have you been here?" Riley asked.
"Not long." was Alana's reply. Riley nodded and looked around.
Suddenly they heard a noise. They looked up into the sky to see a dragon type fairy flying over head. Then they heard a scream.
"Lalarimon!" It shouted. A rush of wind came from the forest and another girl appeared. She was running after the dragon fairy. She helped up her hand and the flying digimon stopped in mid air and in mid scream. "Come down here now!" She was a young girl. Her hair was tied into a pontail. It was black with bright red streaks. She was wearing a black top and a pair of balck jeans with pink sitching. Her cerulean eyes were shadowed with balck eyeliner. She had a silver chain around her neck with a cross on it. In her lip was a silver ring.She had a bag on her back and what looked like a firepowered skateboard. A jacket was tied around her waist.
Slowly her digimon was coming back to the floor.
"I'm sorry Keirei, I was just having a bit of fun!" the digimon said. It was almost the same height as the girl. It was pink and had large see through fairy type wings.
"Lalarimon, you can't do that anymore. It's getting dangerous. I don't want you to get hurt."
A light engulfed the digimon. When the light had disapeared a smaller digimon was left on the floor. It resembled a pink fluffy ball with a black star on its cheek. Keirei rolled her eyes and looked at Riley and Alana.
"Sorry about that. You must be Alana and Riley." Riley smiled and nodded. "Well listen up. There are other members of your team around here. You need to find them. Soon. When you do, a path will lead you to my home. I have to go." Keirei took out the skateboard thing. "Lipamon." she said to the smaller digimon. It flew up and jumped into her bag. It's head slightly poking out. Keirei put her feet into two special foot holders.
"Flaming Luna" said the fluff ball in her bag. The powered bit lit up and took off. About ten seconds after that wings came out from the sides and flew Keirei away into the distance.
Riley turned to Alana.
"I don't know about you, but I have a feeling something real bad is about to happen..."
What did you think? Let me know!