Reliability and Knowledge
Mary opened her eyes to a scene of tombstones. She sat up, and felt Jewelmon fly onto her shoulder, perching there like a parrot.
The girl was lying against a particularly moss-covered tombstone. She turned over to examine it, brushing away the moss, and read the writing that was engraved into it:
Here lie the remains of the crest of Reliability. It is over this tombstone that the Reliability constellation hangs, and one star fell onto this place, so it was buried.
Mary scratched her head, "`Reliability Constellation`? What's that?"
A voice behind her said, "When the crests were destroyed, each of them split in half. One half soared into the air to make a certain constellation, which is shaped like the crest that made it. The other halves scattered all over the Digiworld. They each found a place where they could resume their form."
Mary spun round and saw a huge furry white sort of walrus, with a large horn sticking out of its head. She immediately recognised him as Ikkakumon, Joe's Digimon. Her mouth dropped open. The Digimon smiled at her.
While Ikkakumon and Mary stared at each other, Jewelmon flew above the graveyard, to see where they were. She could see something that looked like a church, and she relayed that information to the pair on the ground.
Mary immediately began to walk towards it, but Ikkakumon said, "Careful! That's the Bakemon cemetery. It's time for the annual festival, and they were looking for things to tie to the altar!"
Mary stopped as soon as she heard that. Then she heard some kind of weird music. She glanced up at Jewelmon, who flew ahead to see. She was soon back.
"I saw some Bakemon who were floating around in some kind of weird dance. I couldn't see where the music was coming from."
Mary was just pondering what to do, when both Jewelmon and Ikkakumon spun round to face a forest. The girl was about to ask what the matter was, when she felt something grab her from behind her, then pull her away. She tried to scream, but the thing was covering her mouth. She felt it lift her into the air, and off the island.
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John was typing on his computer. Mythicmon flew back from his tour of the ruins and murmured, "What a surprise."
The Digimon flew down onto John's shoulder. The boy hardly noticed. He tried poking the digidestined, but the boy just started to absentmindedly stroke the Digimon's feathers.
Mythicmon wasn't used to John acting like this. He glanced at the boy's face and noticed that he wasn't even focusing on the computer. His face had a glazed look, as though he was remembering something and didn't seem to realise he was typing at all.
Suddenly, he blinked and stared at the computer screen in front of him. Mythicmon looked at the screen, which showed on the screen: gywsfffioi 089 tt trtr uyrr utf vffc cdpppp gfg h 5tgf hytrgf5rtgf5yh'''@r5tgftr4@ @@6yttr5gf67yyu76htrftt@@ '''' ffyretvr..;,???///
John hurriedly deleted all the letters, numbers and punctuation and shut down the computer. He got to his feet, and Mythicmon asked, "What were you thinking about? And don't say `nothing`, because it was obvious you were thinking about SOMETHING."
John swallowed. He'd been thinking about all sorts of stuff. The day he'd got the computer, the expression on his father's face when he'd given John the computer as a present, the way John always buried himself n the computer when he didn't want to have anything to do with the outside world...
"John, will you please remain on this planet for at least five minutes!" Mythicmon yelled at his digidestined. He didn't like the way John kept zoning out.
John shook himself, then he heard something. A scream. A female scream. A female scream that had woken everyone up on the night the Wizardmon had attacked...
He glanced at Mythicmon, and simultaneously they whispered, "Mary..."
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Mary's captor deposited her on a hard, cold, stone floor. She rubbed her head and looked at the Digimon. It looked like a cross between a human and a bird. It was pitch-black, with a beak like parrot's (the top part long with a curve at the end, and a smaller part under it, which curved upwards to meet the top bit). It had human legs, which wore a pair of torn, dusty and old grey trousers (the grey looked like it had been black, but had faded). Its arms were like a human's, but several black feathers grew out of them just above the elbow. The hands had long claws for nails, which seemed to be capable of slicing you open. Its chest had a torn T-shirt covering it, which was the same grey as the trousers. Its eyes were as black as its skin (darker, it seemed, actually) and it had a burn on its cheek. A pair of huge, broad, black wings erupted out of its back.
Mary stared at it. It glared at her, then declared, in a harsh, male voice, "I am Nightdamon. I am ruler of the night skies, and if any Digimon dares to defy me, my Night Bird attack will deal with them." It smiled evilly as Mary screamed.
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John and Mythicmon hurried to the source of Mary's scream. Mythicmon flew ahead, telling John which way to go. The boy himself was worried about what was making Mary scream. Mythicmon suddenly stopped and flew down to John's shoulder. He whispered in the boy's ear, "Mary's been captured by Nightdamon. Jewelmon isn't with her."
At the words `Jewelmon isn't with her`, John uttered a tiny gasp. As far as he could tell, a digidestined without their Digimon was a perfect target for any Digimon. And if that Digimon wanted them dead...
He stopped when he came to an opening. The screams seemed to be coming from the room, so he guessed Mary and Nightdamon were in there. He glanced at Mythicmon, who flew into the room. Nightdamon looked up, but John stepped into the room, digivice pointing towards his Digimon.
"Mythicmon digivolve to Phoenixomon!"
John hurried over to Mary, as the fiery red bird swooped towards the black one. Mary was sitting with her back pressed against a wall. She looked petrified. Her eyes were staring at the black bird/human and her expression was full of fear.
John shook her shoulder, "Mary, we have to get out of here. I have a feeling Nightdamon is more powerful than an average champion Digimon, so we need to get out of here. NOW!"
Mary jerked. She wasn't used to John acting as though he was in charge. However, she was no good at making decisions, and all sorts of other things a leader has to do, so she just did as John said.
They ran as fast as they could, out of the opening and down the stony corridor. Nightdamon saw them, and he was furious. He turned towards Phoenixomon and tensed. His entire body became surrounded with some kind of black energy. He stretched out one hand, fingers outstretched. The energy began to flow down his arm, and all the way off his fingers. As soon as it reached the air, it began to form itself into a black bird. As soon as all the energy was formed into this bird, Nightdamon cried out, "Night Bird!"
The bird swooped towards Phoenixomon, and knocked the Digimon out of the air. The black bird circled around Phoenixomon, who began to glow and shrink.
When the light faded, a strange bird lay there. It was smaller than Mythicmon, and was definitely cuter. It was entirely red, except for a white breast, a gold beak, gold talons and a gold circle on its breast. Its eyes were gold too. It had a tiny tail, like Mythicmon's, that curled under it. At the end of it, the tail split into a kind of pincer.
The black bird swooped towards Nightdamon, who seemed to suck something out of it. The black bird disappeared. Whilst he was doing this, the small bird fluttered silently out of the room.
John was tugging Mary along the passage as fast as he could. Mary wasn't used to John acting like this. The boy usually just went along with the group. He was at least a year younger than everyone else was, but now, he seemed to be a completely different person. He had some kind of heat radiating from him, and Mary decided to ask him about it later.
She heard a weak bird cry behind her, and glanced over her shoulder. A tiny red and gold bird was fluttering towards them, but it didn't seem to have much strength left. It went past her, then plopped onto John's shoulder, who stopped immediately.
He stared at the bundle of feathers. Then he remembered why he was running, and started sprinting again, but with one hand holding the bird onto his shoulder. When they had been running for about five minutes, he stopped and leant against a wall.
The bird seemed to have recovered slightly. It started saying something in a weak, shaky male voice, and the two children leant close to listen, "Sorry about that. I tried to stop Nightdamon, but he sucked all of my energy out. This is my in-training form, Fledglingmon. I can defend myself with my Bird Circle, but it isn't strong enough to win a lot of battles."
John stared at what he now knew to be his Digimon, and then he slid down the wall and onto the floor. He hugged his knees and seemed to be thinking deeply.
He starting muttering to himself and Mary raised an eyebrow. She glanced to her left, and then she almost jumped all the way to the moon (if it was there). There was a Digimon standing there, but he was one of the scariest she'd seen (in her opinion).
It had a horse's body, but one with two purple ovals on the fronts of each of the front legs. There were other purple ovals in assorted places over his legs. However, where there should be a horse's neck and head, there was something that resembled a man's body. It only resembled a man's body because pieces of the purple stuff were placed all over it in the form of armour. It had two arms that had an oval on the bit attached to the shoulder. Its left hand was grey with part of a pair of handcuffs hanging off it. The right hand had at least three ovals on it, and had a type of tube running along it. Its shoulders had large shoulder-pads covering them, but the thing that caught Mary's eye was its head. It had a grey helmet with a large piece of grey metal attached to the back of it. There was a T- shaped hole on it, and a single red eye looked out of the hole.
The Digimon trotted over to where John was still muttering to himself, and tapped his shoulder. He shrugged its hand off and murmured, "Mary, I'm trying to think."
Mary had to try extremely hard to stifle a giggle. The Digimon looked confused, then tapped John's shoulder again and said, "Do I sound like Mary?"
John looked up sharply, then his mouth dropped open. The Digimon laughed, "You probably recognise me, but I'll introduce myself just in case. My name is Centarumon and I can attack with my Solar Ray. I've been looking for you two. I have something to show you. Follow me."
It was just a symbol of how weird their lives had become. They exchanged glances, and then John picked Fledglingmon up from where he had been lying and stood up. Centarumon turned round and the two digidestined followed him.
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Witchmon watched the scene and shook with silent rage. That Centarumon always helped the digidestined out of fixes. She waved a hand, and the picture changed into one of a black bird wearing a torn T-shirt and a pair of torn jeans. She ordered, "Nightdamon, follow them until they go into a room, where you can corner them. Don't destroy them, though. Capture them and bring them here."
The bird couldn't resist her. He turned round and flew towards the digidestined. Witchmon smiled and leant back in her chair to watch.
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Mary missed Jewelmon. She felt so lonely without her Digimon. She glanced at Fledglingmon and John and couldn't stop a burst of jealousy going through her.
John was thinking about the way he'd acted. He wondered why he'd grabbed Mary and dragged her along like that. Normally he just kept to himself. It was as if something else had pushed his conscience or whatever controlled him away and taken control of him.
Centarumon stopped by a passageway and beckoned them to follow him into it. They followed, and a black bird, hidden in the shadows, crept after them, black eyes blazing.
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Mary couldn't stop the gasp that escaped her when they entered the room the passage led to. It was covered in writing that was written in digispeak, so she couldn't understand what it said. The floor had engravings of all the crests on it, including some she'd never seen before.
Centarumon trotted towards one of the crests she didn't recognise. It looked like a circle with four curved lines coming out of it in different places (one on the left, one on the right, one on top and one on the bottom) and a smaller circle drawn inside it, with a line splitting the smaller one in half. Centarumon said, "This is one of your group's crests. It is called the crest of Leadership. All the others that are new," he gestured to each of the unfamiliar crests, "are your group's as well. Also, Knowledge belongs to one of you as well."
Mary stared. Then she asked, "Do you know which crest belongs to which person?"
In answer, Centarumon held one hand towards her and said, "Could you let me see your digivice?"
She handed it to him, and he turned it so they could all see the back. Then he pointed to a space just above the thing that they used to slide the digivice onto their clothes. In the space, there were two pictures. One looked like a silver cross (like the one Christ was hung on) with four right-angled triangles around it. The other was flesh-coloured and looked like two wide curved lines that curved into each other and became one thin line. On either side of the single line, there were two small circles.
The Digimon pointed at the pictures, "All of your digivices have different crests drawn on the backs. The crest on the right is the crest of the digidestined you're related to. The crest on the left is your own."
John turned over his own digivice. The pictures on the back were the same. He stared at them. The one on the right was Knowledge, so he assumed he was related to Izzy. The one on the left was Knowledge too. He looked at Centarumon, "What are the names of the other crests?"
Centarumon trotted over to a picture of a shield with a cross on it and a sword behind it. The Digimon pointed at it, "Protection." Then he walked over to a drawing of a lighted candle surrounded by a starburst, "That one's Inspiration." The next was the same as the flesh-pink one on Mary's digivice, "It's called Sensibility." Last of all was just two feathers forming a cross, "And that one is Peace."
They both stared at the pictures, and then Mary heard something behind her and turned round. A shadow detached itself from the wall and reached towards her. It was Nightdamon. She screamed.
John and Centarumon spun round. John frowned as he recognised the Digimon. Fledglingmon whispered, "John, I'm still too weak to digivolve."
Nightdamon was about to grab Mary, when a familiar voice shouted, "Jewel Strike!"
A speeding purple jewel shot into the room and ploughed straight into Nightdamon's back. He spun round as Jewelmon flew into the room and collapsed into Mary's outstretched arms. Mary hugged her Digimon as tightly as possible.
Ikkakumon appeared in the doorway, growling at Nightdamon. The Digimon spun round. Mary held up her digivice at Jewelmon, who nodded.
"Jewelmon digivolve to Diamondmon!"
The black bird Digimon soared into the air, but the three champion Digimon were too fast.
"Diamond Strike!"
"Harpoon Torpedo!"
"Solar Ray!"
The attacks shot towards Nightdamon, and a black ball erupted out of his back. Mary stepped back nervously as he plummeted down. Diamondmon became Jewelmon again.
Nightdamon woke up a few minutes later. The first thing he did was apologise. Then he offered to carry the two digidestined to Infinity Mountain. They accepted.
As they waved goodbye to Centarumon and Ikkakumon, they both thought, 'We must have a look at everyone else's digivices.'
WHAT ARE THE CRESTS OF THE NEW DIGIDESTINED? AND WILL WITCHMON BE DEFEATED? FIND OUT ON THE NEXT DIGIMON: DIGITAL MONSTERS!
Author's Note: Ok, so maybe I went mad whilst I was writing this. In case anyone's wondering, I was banging my head on the keyboard when I was writing what John was typing. I also cannot BELIEVE how long this took to write. I hope that the others won't take so long to write. UPDATE: Nope, sorry to say some of the others are taking even longer. Ah well, I've still got a lot to upload, so... who knows what might be finished when you guys get all the updates?
Mary opened her eyes to a scene of tombstones. She sat up, and felt Jewelmon fly onto her shoulder, perching there like a parrot.
The girl was lying against a particularly moss-covered tombstone. She turned over to examine it, brushing away the moss, and read the writing that was engraved into it:
Here lie the remains of the crest of Reliability. It is over this tombstone that the Reliability constellation hangs, and one star fell onto this place, so it was buried.
Mary scratched her head, "`Reliability Constellation`? What's that?"
A voice behind her said, "When the crests were destroyed, each of them split in half. One half soared into the air to make a certain constellation, which is shaped like the crest that made it. The other halves scattered all over the Digiworld. They each found a place where they could resume their form."
Mary spun round and saw a huge furry white sort of walrus, with a large horn sticking out of its head. She immediately recognised him as Ikkakumon, Joe's Digimon. Her mouth dropped open. The Digimon smiled at her.
While Ikkakumon and Mary stared at each other, Jewelmon flew above the graveyard, to see where they were. She could see something that looked like a church, and she relayed that information to the pair on the ground.
Mary immediately began to walk towards it, but Ikkakumon said, "Careful! That's the Bakemon cemetery. It's time for the annual festival, and they were looking for things to tie to the altar!"
Mary stopped as soon as she heard that. Then she heard some kind of weird music. She glanced up at Jewelmon, who flew ahead to see. She was soon back.
"I saw some Bakemon who were floating around in some kind of weird dance. I couldn't see where the music was coming from."
Mary was just pondering what to do, when both Jewelmon and Ikkakumon spun round to face a forest. The girl was about to ask what the matter was, when she felt something grab her from behind her, then pull her away. She tried to scream, but the thing was covering her mouth. She felt it lift her into the air, and off the island.
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John was typing on his computer. Mythicmon flew back from his tour of the ruins and murmured, "What a surprise."
The Digimon flew down onto John's shoulder. The boy hardly noticed. He tried poking the digidestined, but the boy just started to absentmindedly stroke the Digimon's feathers.
Mythicmon wasn't used to John acting like this. He glanced at the boy's face and noticed that he wasn't even focusing on the computer. His face had a glazed look, as though he was remembering something and didn't seem to realise he was typing at all.
Suddenly, he blinked and stared at the computer screen in front of him. Mythicmon looked at the screen, which showed on the screen: gywsfffioi 089 tt trtr uyrr utf vffc cdpppp gfg h 5tgf hytrgf5rtgf5yh'''@r5tgftr4@ @@6yttr5gf67yyu76htrftt@@ '''' ffyretvr..;,???///
John hurriedly deleted all the letters, numbers and punctuation and shut down the computer. He got to his feet, and Mythicmon asked, "What were you thinking about? And don't say `nothing`, because it was obvious you were thinking about SOMETHING."
John swallowed. He'd been thinking about all sorts of stuff. The day he'd got the computer, the expression on his father's face when he'd given John the computer as a present, the way John always buried himself n the computer when he didn't want to have anything to do with the outside world...
"John, will you please remain on this planet for at least five minutes!" Mythicmon yelled at his digidestined. He didn't like the way John kept zoning out.
John shook himself, then he heard something. A scream. A female scream. A female scream that had woken everyone up on the night the Wizardmon had attacked...
He glanced at Mythicmon, and simultaneously they whispered, "Mary..."
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Mary's captor deposited her on a hard, cold, stone floor. She rubbed her head and looked at the Digimon. It looked like a cross between a human and a bird. It was pitch-black, with a beak like parrot's (the top part long with a curve at the end, and a smaller part under it, which curved upwards to meet the top bit). It had human legs, which wore a pair of torn, dusty and old grey trousers (the grey looked like it had been black, but had faded). Its arms were like a human's, but several black feathers grew out of them just above the elbow. The hands had long claws for nails, which seemed to be capable of slicing you open. Its chest had a torn T-shirt covering it, which was the same grey as the trousers. Its eyes were as black as its skin (darker, it seemed, actually) and it had a burn on its cheek. A pair of huge, broad, black wings erupted out of its back.
Mary stared at it. It glared at her, then declared, in a harsh, male voice, "I am Nightdamon. I am ruler of the night skies, and if any Digimon dares to defy me, my Night Bird attack will deal with them." It smiled evilly as Mary screamed.
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John and Mythicmon hurried to the source of Mary's scream. Mythicmon flew ahead, telling John which way to go. The boy himself was worried about what was making Mary scream. Mythicmon suddenly stopped and flew down to John's shoulder. He whispered in the boy's ear, "Mary's been captured by Nightdamon. Jewelmon isn't with her."
At the words `Jewelmon isn't with her`, John uttered a tiny gasp. As far as he could tell, a digidestined without their Digimon was a perfect target for any Digimon. And if that Digimon wanted them dead...
He stopped when he came to an opening. The screams seemed to be coming from the room, so he guessed Mary and Nightdamon were in there. He glanced at Mythicmon, who flew into the room. Nightdamon looked up, but John stepped into the room, digivice pointing towards his Digimon.
"Mythicmon digivolve to Phoenixomon!"
John hurried over to Mary, as the fiery red bird swooped towards the black one. Mary was sitting with her back pressed against a wall. She looked petrified. Her eyes were staring at the black bird/human and her expression was full of fear.
John shook her shoulder, "Mary, we have to get out of here. I have a feeling Nightdamon is more powerful than an average champion Digimon, so we need to get out of here. NOW!"
Mary jerked. She wasn't used to John acting as though he was in charge. However, she was no good at making decisions, and all sorts of other things a leader has to do, so she just did as John said.
They ran as fast as they could, out of the opening and down the stony corridor. Nightdamon saw them, and he was furious. He turned towards Phoenixomon and tensed. His entire body became surrounded with some kind of black energy. He stretched out one hand, fingers outstretched. The energy began to flow down his arm, and all the way off his fingers. As soon as it reached the air, it began to form itself into a black bird. As soon as all the energy was formed into this bird, Nightdamon cried out, "Night Bird!"
The bird swooped towards Phoenixomon, and knocked the Digimon out of the air. The black bird circled around Phoenixomon, who began to glow and shrink.
When the light faded, a strange bird lay there. It was smaller than Mythicmon, and was definitely cuter. It was entirely red, except for a white breast, a gold beak, gold talons and a gold circle on its breast. Its eyes were gold too. It had a tiny tail, like Mythicmon's, that curled under it. At the end of it, the tail split into a kind of pincer.
The black bird swooped towards Nightdamon, who seemed to suck something out of it. The black bird disappeared. Whilst he was doing this, the small bird fluttered silently out of the room.
John was tugging Mary along the passage as fast as he could. Mary wasn't used to John acting like this. The boy usually just went along with the group. He was at least a year younger than everyone else was, but now, he seemed to be a completely different person. He had some kind of heat radiating from him, and Mary decided to ask him about it later.
She heard a weak bird cry behind her, and glanced over her shoulder. A tiny red and gold bird was fluttering towards them, but it didn't seem to have much strength left. It went past her, then plopped onto John's shoulder, who stopped immediately.
He stared at the bundle of feathers. Then he remembered why he was running, and started sprinting again, but with one hand holding the bird onto his shoulder. When they had been running for about five minutes, he stopped and leant against a wall.
The bird seemed to have recovered slightly. It started saying something in a weak, shaky male voice, and the two children leant close to listen, "Sorry about that. I tried to stop Nightdamon, but he sucked all of my energy out. This is my in-training form, Fledglingmon. I can defend myself with my Bird Circle, but it isn't strong enough to win a lot of battles."
John stared at what he now knew to be his Digimon, and then he slid down the wall and onto the floor. He hugged his knees and seemed to be thinking deeply.
He starting muttering to himself and Mary raised an eyebrow. She glanced to her left, and then she almost jumped all the way to the moon (if it was there). There was a Digimon standing there, but he was one of the scariest she'd seen (in her opinion).
It had a horse's body, but one with two purple ovals on the fronts of each of the front legs. There were other purple ovals in assorted places over his legs. However, where there should be a horse's neck and head, there was something that resembled a man's body. It only resembled a man's body because pieces of the purple stuff were placed all over it in the form of armour. It had two arms that had an oval on the bit attached to the shoulder. Its left hand was grey with part of a pair of handcuffs hanging off it. The right hand had at least three ovals on it, and had a type of tube running along it. Its shoulders had large shoulder-pads covering them, but the thing that caught Mary's eye was its head. It had a grey helmet with a large piece of grey metal attached to the back of it. There was a T- shaped hole on it, and a single red eye looked out of the hole.
The Digimon trotted over to where John was still muttering to himself, and tapped his shoulder. He shrugged its hand off and murmured, "Mary, I'm trying to think."
Mary had to try extremely hard to stifle a giggle. The Digimon looked confused, then tapped John's shoulder again and said, "Do I sound like Mary?"
John looked up sharply, then his mouth dropped open. The Digimon laughed, "You probably recognise me, but I'll introduce myself just in case. My name is Centarumon and I can attack with my Solar Ray. I've been looking for you two. I have something to show you. Follow me."
It was just a symbol of how weird their lives had become. They exchanged glances, and then John picked Fledglingmon up from where he had been lying and stood up. Centarumon turned round and the two digidestined followed him.
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Witchmon watched the scene and shook with silent rage. That Centarumon always helped the digidestined out of fixes. She waved a hand, and the picture changed into one of a black bird wearing a torn T-shirt and a pair of torn jeans. She ordered, "Nightdamon, follow them until they go into a room, where you can corner them. Don't destroy them, though. Capture them and bring them here."
The bird couldn't resist her. He turned round and flew towards the digidestined. Witchmon smiled and leant back in her chair to watch.
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Mary missed Jewelmon. She felt so lonely without her Digimon. She glanced at Fledglingmon and John and couldn't stop a burst of jealousy going through her.
John was thinking about the way he'd acted. He wondered why he'd grabbed Mary and dragged her along like that. Normally he just kept to himself. It was as if something else had pushed his conscience or whatever controlled him away and taken control of him.
Centarumon stopped by a passageway and beckoned them to follow him into it. They followed, and a black bird, hidden in the shadows, crept after them, black eyes blazing.
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Mary couldn't stop the gasp that escaped her when they entered the room the passage led to. It was covered in writing that was written in digispeak, so she couldn't understand what it said. The floor had engravings of all the crests on it, including some she'd never seen before.
Centarumon trotted towards one of the crests she didn't recognise. It looked like a circle with four curved lines coming out of it in different places (one on the left, one on the right, one on top and one on the bottom) and a smaller circle drawn inside it, with a line splitting the smaller one in half. Centarumon said, "This is one of your group's crests. It is called the crest of Leadership. All the others that are new," he gestured to each of the unfamiliar crests, "are your group's as well. Also, Knowledge belongs to one of you as well."
Mary stared. Then she asked, "Do you know which crest belongs to which person?"
In answer, Centarumon held one hand towards her and said, "Could you let me see your digivice?"
She handed it to him, and he turned it so they could all see the back. Then he pointed to a space just above the thing that they used to slide the digivice onto their clothes. In the space, there were two pictures. One looked like a silver cross (like the one Christ was hung on) with four right-angled triangles around it. The other was flesh-coloured and looked like two wide curved lines that curved into each other and became one thin line. On either side of the single line, there were two small circles.
The Digimon pointed at the pictures, "All of your digivices have different crests drawn on the backs. The crest on the right is the crest of the digidestined you're related to. The crest on the left is your own."
John turned over his own digivice. The pictures on the back were the same. He stared at them. The one on the right was Knowledge, so he assumed he was related to Izzy. The one on the left was Knowledge too. He looked at Centarumon, "What are the names of the other crests?"
Centarumon trotted over to a picture of a shield with a cross on it and a sword behind it. The Digimon pointed at it, "Protection." Then he walked over to a drawing of a lighted candle surrounded by a starburst, "That one's Inspiration." The next was the same as the flesh-pink one on Mary's digivice, "It's called Sensibility." Last of all was just two feathers forming a cross, "And that one is Peace."
They both stared at the pictures, and then Mary heard something behind her and turned round. A shadow detached itself from the wall and reached towards her. It was Nightdamon. She screamed.
John and Centarumon spun round. John frowned as he recognised the Digimon. Fledglingmon whispered, "John, I'm still too weak to digivolve."
Nightdamon was about to grab Mary, when a familiar voice shouted, "Jewel Strike!"
A speeding purple jewel shot into the room and ploughed straight into Nightdamon's back. He spun round as Jewelmon flew into the room and collapsed into Mary's outstretched arms. Mary hugged her Digimon as tightly as possible.
Ikkakumon appeared in the doorway, growling at Nightdamon. The Digimon spun round. Mary held up her digivice at Jewelmon, who nodded.
"Jewelmon digivolve to Diamondmon!"
The black bird Digimon soared into the air, but the three champion Digimon were too fast.
"Diamond Strike!"
"Harpoon Torpedo!"
"Solar Ray!"
The attacks shot towards Nightdamon, and a black ball erupted out of his back. Mary stepped back nervously as he plummeted down. Diamondmon became Jewelmon again.
Nightdamon woke up a few minutes later. The first thing he did was apologise. Then he offered to carry the two digidestined to Infinity Mountain. They accepted.
As they waved goodbye to Centarumon and Ikkakumon, they both thought, 'We must have a look at everyone else's digivices.'
WHAT ARE THE CRESTS OF THE NEW DIGIDESTINED? AND WILL WITCHMON BE DEFEATED? FIND OUT ON THE NEXT DIGIMON: DIGITAL MONSTERS!
Author's Note: Ok, so maybe I went mad whilst I was writing this. In case anyone's wondering, I was banging my head on the keyboard when I was writing what John was typing. I also cannot BELIEVE how long this took to write. I hope that the others won't take so long to write. UPDATE: Nope, sorry to say some of the others are taking even longer. Ah well, I've still got a lot to upload, so... who knows what might be finished when you guys get all the updates?