Hi, everyone! Sorry about the long delay; life gets in the way, I'm afraid.
Most annoying, this business of having a life. They're so much work to
maintain. Also, my muses aren't very interested so far in parts of the
story, and I'm kind of at their mercy when it comes to writing. I like to
stay a couple chapters ahead, but right now I'm stuck at the house of
Demipiximon. Once I've slogged through that and the Bakemon (Barrow-wight)
scene, we'll be at the sign of Digitamamon's Diner, and it'll go faster.
Now that I've given you that little sneak peek, on with the show!
Oh, yes, I don't own Digimon or LOTR, but I do own the four children.
Ch. 7: "Into the Digiworld" or "Dark Encounters"
After a dizzying ride through the space between dimensions, the foursome landed in a heap. Looking around, they saw that they were in a forest, on a path. They got up and dusted themselves off quickly.
"Wow, what a ride!" said Peter, "Let's do it again!"
Mary glared at him. "No."
"Thanks, Mary," Freddy said with a smile. "Now then..." He pulled out a map that Sora had drawn them. "Looks like Gennai's house is...that way," he said, pointing. "Let's go!"
They marched along, Mary and Peter bickering quietly about how far they should go in one day, Freddy and Sam in companionable silence. Suddenly, Freddy stiffened and halted. Peter bumped into him, and worked the new development into his argument without missing a beat.
"See, Mary? Freddy agrees with me. We should save our strength by traveling short distances, with frequent breaks."
Mary ignored him. "Freddy?"
Sam was looking worried. "Freddy, are you okay?"
"Something's coming," Freddy whispered, "I can feel it..." He paused a moment, then hissed, "Get off the road!"
Quickly, they hid themselves in the bushes. A moment later, they heard footsteps on the road. From around the corner came a sinister figure. Freddy gasped as he saw her; he recognized Sora's face, though she seemed to be much younger. Dressed all in black, with more piercings than he cared to count, something about her sparked anger in the children. Freddy found that he wanted nothing so much as to put the whistle in his mouth, then slip behind and strangle this abominable creature, this horrible mockery of his beloved aunt. Before he knew it, the whistle was in his hand, and moving toward his mouth. Sam saw him just in time, and knocked it away. The creature looked up, but did not approach; after a moment, she shook her head and moved on. The hatred faded; Freddy realized that the dark digidestined had brought it with her.
"Wh-what was *that*?" Peter asked.
"I'm not sure," Sam said, "It looked like Sora, only younger...and evil..." She sounded shaken.
"She did, didn't she..." Mary mused, "Sora's crest is Love, isn't it? I wonder if this isn't somehow her opposite: Hatred."
"It sure felt like it. Did anyone else feel that surge of hate as she got close?" Freddy asked pleadingly, "Please don't tell me I'm going insane."
The others nodded. "Yeah, we felt it," Peter said. They shivered at the memory.
"Well, we'd better get moving," Freddy said finally, "There might be more out there."
"Right," Sam said, getting up, "Come on, you guys. I don't want to meet any of them, and I'll bet that you don't, either."
The others stood up quickly, shouldering their packs. The little group continued moving, watchful for any sign of another dark digidestined. But after a time, when nothing appeared except birds and squirrels, they slowly began to relax. Only Freddy remained on alert, and even he could feel the calming effects of the cheerful, sunny forest.
They had been traveling for hours, and were considering where to stop and make camp, when they heard footsteps on the road once more. Swiftly, they moved into the bushes with all their gear. The moment they were out of sight, another figure came along the road, from in front of them, this time. Freddy recognized the figure as his uncle Matt from pictures, but just barely; this version wore baggy black clothes with chains hanging from them, and had glowing red eyes and pasty white skin. But suddenly it didn't matter. Who cared what happened to the Whistle? It wasn't as if any of the children could really change anything. Freddy couldn't even find the will to move out of the way as the Matt-like figure approached.
Suddenly, the sound of high, bell-like laughter pierced the fog of indifference that lay over the children's minds. The creature hissed menacingly and drew back a few steps, then ran off into the woods.
Freddy shivered with the realization of what had almost happened. He would have to be more on his guard from now on. Next he turned his attention to the voices coming from the path behind them.
Soon, the owners of the voices came into view. It was a group of Lillymon, small flowery forest digimon of the Ultimate level. The leader, upon seeing the children, stopped and said, "Oh, look! Digidestined! It's been a while since we've seen any of those!" She came closer, "Welcome to our forest! Where are you headed? Or are you just wandering?"
"Um...we're headed for Gennai's house eventually, but right now, we're just looking for a campsite," Freddy told them.
"Hmm..." said the Lillymon, looking at him closely, "I think there is more than that to this story. But perhaps this is not the time for it to be told. You have piqued my curiosity. Why don't you come with us? Our camp is not far from here."
The kids looked at each other, then agreed to follow. Lillymon, Freddy knew, were quite trustworthy as a whole, and always foes of evil. They would have nothing more to fear tonight.
The group turned off the main road, onto a faint footpath, and sure enough, they arrived at the campsite after only a brief hike. They were eagerly welcomed, and food was set out for them. The children were happy to have a fresh-cooked meal, and thus it was some time before any conversation occured. Once Freddy was done, he turned to speak to the leader, who was sitting beside him.
"So, um, Lillymon," he began.
"Yes?" chorused half the table, turning to look at him.
"Um...I meant the one sitting next to me, actually," he said uncertainly.
The others turned back to their conversations, and the leader said, "Oh, that's right you wouldn't know. Since the Digiworld was so peaceful for so long, there are a lot more digimon than there were before. To tell each other apart, when we reach Rookie stage, each of us picks a name. I'm Glinda."
Freddy blinked in surprise, then shook it off. "All right, then, Glinda, I have a question. Along the road, we met a strange creature. It looked like my aunt Sora, only evil, and I hated it ferociously, without any reason at all. Then, later on, a different one appeared. This one looked like my uncle Matt, and all of a sudden, I- I didn't care about anything. Your approach frightened it off, otherwise we'd have been toast. Do you know what they were?"
"I think I do...but I am not certain. Why would they have been pursuing you, do you know?" Glinda asked slowly.
Freddy told her about the Whistle, and what Wizardmon had told him. "I see," said Glinda, looking at him in a new light, "Well, if Wizardmon did not speak of them, I think I won't either. I will tell you this: they are servants of the Enemy. Treat them as you have been so far; hide or run. Do *not* try to fight them. I wish I dared tell you more, but I think it unwise, lest fear keep you from your journey."
"All right. Thank you, Miss Glinda."
"Thank *you*, little one. You carry a great burden, and the fates of many. I only wish I could help you further." She smiled warmly, "Now I recommend that you get some sleep. You have a long road ahead of you still, if you wish to reach Gennai's house. My suggestion is to make for the town of Byte, and Digitamamon's Inn. He's not the brightest, but he's a good egg." She giggled a little, though Freddy couldn't discern the reason. He yawned, realizing how sleepy he had become.
"Thanks again for the hospitality, miss. Just one more question; where do I sleep?"
She smiled again, and led him to a spot a little way from the main camp. Their sleeping bags had been pulled out for them, and he was joined shortly by his friends. Glinda bowed once to them, saying, "Sleep well! We'll be up for a while yet, so we've set you apart to sleep. Most likely, we will be gone when you awake, but we'll leave food for you. Just follow the path back to the main road. Good night!"
"Good night!" the children chorused sleepily. They laid themselves down, and were soon fast asleep.
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Well, now, what did I tell you? Ringwraiths and Elves! I apologize once more for the long wait; my muses, it seems, have taken an interest in Yu-gi- oh, (especially Yami ^ _ ^) and are working on something related to that. I wish they would settle down and decide what they want to do...
Lily: Nyah, nyah! Can't catch me!
Nina: *lurks in the shadows nearby*
Sigh. You see what I mean. Oh, well.
Review please!
Oh, yes, I don't own Digimon or LOTR, but I do own the four children.
Ch. 7: "Into the Digiworld" or "Dark Encounters"
After a dizzying ride through the space between dimensions, the foursome landed in a heap. Looking around, they saw that they were in a forest, on a path. They got up and dusted themselves off quickly.
"Wow, what a ride!" said Peter, "Let's do it again!"
Mary glared at him. "No."
"Thanks, Mary," Freddy said with a smile. "Now then..." He pulled out a map that Sora had drawn them. "Looks like Gennai's house is...that way," he said, pointing. "Let's go!"
They marched along, Mary and Peter bickering quietly about how far they should go in one day, Freddy and Sam in companionable silence. Suddenly, Freddy stiffened and halted. Peter bumped into him, and worked the new development into his argument without missing a beat.
"See, Mary? Freddy agrees with me. We should save our strength by traveling short distances, with frequent breaks."
Mary ignored him. "Freddy?"
Sam was looking worried. "Freddy, are you okay?"
"Something's coming," Freddy whispered, "I can feel it..." He paused a moment, then hissed, "Get off the road!"
Quickly, they hid themselves in the bushes. A moment later, they heard footsteps on the road. From around the corner came a sinister figure. Freddy gasped as he saw her; he recognized Sora's face, though she seemed to be much younger. Dressed all in black, with more piercings than he cared to count, something about her sparked anger in the children. Freddy found that he wanted nothing so much as to put the whistle in his mouth, then slip behind and strangle this abominable creature, this horrible mockery of his beloved aunt. Before he knew it, the whistle was in his hand, and moving toward his mouth. Sam saw him just in time, and knocked it away. The creature looked up, but did not approach; after a moment, she shook her head and moved on. The hatred faded; Freddy realized that the dark digidestined had brought it with her.
"Wh-what was *that*?" Peter asked.
"I'm not sure," Sam said, "It looked like Sora, only younger...and evil..." She sounded shaken.
"She did, didn't she..." Mary mused, "Sora's crest is Love, isn't it? I wonder if this isn't somehow her opposite: Hatred."
"It sure felt like it. Did anyone else feel that surge of hate as she got close?" Freddy asked pleadingly, "Please don't tell me I'm going insane."
The others nodded. "Yeah, we felt it," Peter said. They shivered at the memory.
"Well, we'd better get moving," Freddy said finally, "There might be more out there."
"Right," Sam said, getting up, "Come on, you guys. I don't want to meet any of them, and I'll bet that you don't, either."
The others stood up quickly, shouldering their packs. The little group continued moving, watchful for any sign of another dark digidestined. But after a time, when nothing appeared except birds and squirrels, they slowly began to relax. Only Freddy remained on alert, and even he could feel the calming effects of the cheerful, sunny forest.
They had been traveling for hours, and were considering where to stop and make camp, when they heard footsteps on the road once more. Swiftly, they moved into the bushes with all their gear. The moment they were out of sight, another figure came along the road, from in front of them, this time. Freddy recognized the figure as his uncle Matt from pictures, but just barely; this version wore baggy black clothes with chains hanging from them, and had glowing red eyes and pasty white skin. But suddenly it didn't matter. Who cared what happened to the Whistle? It wasn't as if any of the children could really change anything. Freddy couldn't even find the will to move out of the way as the Matt-like figure approached.
Suddenly, the sound of high, bell-like laughter pierced the fog of indifference that lay over the children's minds. The creature hissed menacingly and drew back a few steps, then ran off into the woods.
Freddy shivered with the realization of what had almost happened. He would have to be more on his guard from now on. Next he turned his attention to the voices coming from the path behind them.
Soon, the owners of the voices came into view. It was a group of Lillymon, small flowery forest digimon of the Ultimate level. The leader, upon seeing the children, stopped and said, "Oh, look! Digidestined! It's been a while since we've seen any of those!" She came closer, "Welcome to our forest! Where are you headed? Or are you just wandering?"
"Um...we're headed for Gennai's house eventually, but right now, we're just looking for a campsite," Freddy told them.
"Hmm..." said the Lillymon, looking at him closely, "I think there is more than that to this story. But perhaps this is not the time for it to be told. You have piqued my curiosity. Why don't you come with us? Our camp is not far from here."
The kids looked at each other, then agreed to follow. Lillymon, Freddy knew, were quite trustworthy as a whole, and always foes of evil. They would have nothing more to fear tonight.
The group turned off the main road, onto a faint footpath, and sure enough, they arrived at the campsite after only a brief hike. They were eagerly welcomed, and food was set out for them. The children were happy to have a fresh-cooked meal, and thus it was some time before any conversation occured. Once Freddy was done, he turned to speak to the leader, who was sitting beside him.
"So, um, Lillymon," he began.
"Yes?" chorused half the table, turning to look at him.
"Um...I meant the one sitting next to me, actually," he said uncertainly.
The others turned back to their conversations, and the leader said, "Oh, that's right you wouldn't know. Since the Digiworld was so peaceful for so long, there are a lot more digimon than there were before. To tell each other apart, when we reach Rookie stage, each of us picks a name. I'm Glinda."
Freddy blinked in surprise, then shook it off. "All right, then, Glinda, I have a question. Along the road, we met a strange creature. It looked like my aunt Sora, only evil, and I hated it ferociously, without any reason at all. Then, later on, a different one appeared. This one looked like my uncle Matt, and all of a sudden, I- I didn't care about anything. Your approach frightened it off, otherwise we'd have been toast. Do you know what they were?"
"I think I do...but I am not certain. Why would they have been pursuing you, do you know?" Glinda asked slowly.
Freddy told her about the Whistle, and what Wizardmon had told him. "I see," said Glinda, looking at him in a new light, "Well, if Wizardmon did not speak of them, I think I won't either. I will tell you this: they are servants of the Enemy. Treat them as you have been so far; hide or run. Do *not* try to fight them. I wish I dared tell you more, but I think it unwise, lest fear keep you from your journey."
"All right. Thank you, Miss Glinda."
"Thank *you*, little one. You carry a great burden, and the fates of many. I only wish I could help you further." She smiled warmly, "Now I recommend that you get some sleep. You have a long road ahead of you still, if you wish to reach Gennai's house. My suggestion is to make for the town of Byte, and Digitamamon's Inn. He's not the brightest, but he's a good egg." She giggled a little, though Freddy couldn't discern the reason. He yawned, realizing how sleepy he had become.
"Thanks again for the hospitality, miss. Just one more question; where do I sleep?"
She smiled again, and led him to a spot a little way from the main camp. Their sleeping bags had been pulled out for them, and he was joined shortly by his friends. Glinda bowed once to them, saying, "Sleep well! We'll be up for a while yet, so we've set you apart to sleep. Most likely, we will be gone when you awake, but we'll leave food for you. Just follow the path back to the main road. Good night!"
"Good night!" the children chorused sleepily. They laid themselves down, and were soon fast asleep.
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Well, now, what did I tell you? Ringwraiths and Elves! I apologize once more for the long wait; my muses, it seems, have taken an interest in Yu-gi- oh, (especially Yami ^ _ ^) and are working on something related to that. I wish they would settle down and decide what they want to do...
Lily: Nyah, nyah! Can't catch me!
Nina: *lurks in the shadows nearby*
Sigh. You see what I mean. Oh, well.
Review please!