Chapter II: The Night of the Beginning
Life is perhaps most wisely regarded as a bad dream between two awakenings, and every day is a life in miniature.
--Eugene O'Neill—
Ryo was exhausted in his studies in college and decided to have a break once for a while. He opened the television and turned the channel. He was watching the late night news. He had studied for the exams at least 7 hours non-stop. It was 12 o'clock midnight and he was so tired and tomorrow was Saturday and he had nothing to do. "Maybe I should go to the Digital World tomorrow." He thought. "Well, I got to sleep now" Ryo announced to himself as he stretched and retired himself to his bed.
"Ryo, Ryo, Ryo..."
"Who's calling me? More importantly, where am I?" Ryo asked as he was just floating in the midst of darkness. A figure then stood right in front of him. "Ken?" Ryo wasn't sure but he did recognize the pure innocent eyes of his. The other boy didn't answer then suddenly Ryo noticed that it was crying. "Why are you crying?" Ryo tried to wipe the figures tears away but by the time he touched its face it suddenly disintegrated into bits of data. "What the heck is going on here?"
The background suddenly changed, it was raining, people were gathering in one place and they were all crying for some reason. As soon as the people left the place, the background hasn't change yet. Ryo approached the place where all of the people gathered and saw nothing. Then when he turned around the background suddenly changed again, he was in the same place where there was only darkness. It had slightly change, feathers were floating everywhere blend with colored blue petals of a rose. "Where am I?" Ryo asked himself then he saw something lying down and it wasn't moving. Ryo approached the figure and saw a person with blue wings "An angel?" It was an angel with torn wings and above all it was bleeding endlessly. It was chained and was hurt badly like it was prevented to fly again. Ryo tried to hold the figure and in the same time was afraid that it might disappear again. But then as soon as he touched it, a strong wind blew and the figure suddenly had woken up. Its eyes were opened but still Ryo can only see its eyes were hollow as if it was consumed by something and was afraid to defend himself.
"My, what do we have here?" The cold voice startled Ryo but remained calm, he heard footsteps coming near him and has so afraid to move. He slowly turned around and found himself staring to a familiar face "You're the Digimon Emperor" Ryo shouted out loud. The other figure just gave Ryo a grin and from under his coat he got a dagger by the time Ryo noticed it he was already jabbed by the chest and was choking with his own blood then after that everything went black.
"NNOOOOO!!!!" Ryo half asleep woke up shouting, which his father was all worried and hurried to his son room. "What happened, Ryo?" his father asked his son with a worry look and then Ryo calmed down and went back to his sleep. Now, usually parents would let their children sleep as long as no harm was done to the child but in this case it was way different from what you would expect. "Wake up!!!" Ryo's father punched Ryo really, really, really hard in the head and went back down to the kitchen. "What's his problem?" Ryo asked, who was very confused and who had a huge lump in his head. "Ouch!!!" Ryo looked at the mirror and took a good look at his lump in the head and the realized something about last night. "I had the strangest dream. A dream? A nightmare? Or a warning?"
Kouken: This time it's weird. My fanfic is a mess and I'm a twisted sicko. Please review but for now I shall entertain you all with my amazing friend, Ryo.
Ryo the dancing monkey...
Ryo: Why do I have to wear a silly monkey suit?
Kouken: (Hitting Ryo with a whip) Dance monkey, dance, monkey dance
Ryo: Why must I suffer?
Kouken: (Keeps on hitting Ryo) I said, Dance Monkey. More dancing and less talking
Ryo: (Dancing with a Monkey suit) I hate dancing. I don't even know how to tango.
Kouken: (Laughs evilly while hitting Ryo with a whip)
Life is perhaps most wisely regarded as a bad dream between two awakenings, and every day is a life in miniature.
--Eugene O'Neill—
Ryo was exhausted in his studies in college and decided to have a break once for a while. He opened the television and turned the channel. He was watching the late night news. He had studied for the exams at least 7 hours non-stop. It was 12 o'clock midnight and he was so tired and tomorrow was Saturday and he had nothing to do. "Maybe I should go to the Digital World tomorrow." He thought. "Well, I got to sleep now" Ryo announced to himself as he stretched and retired himself to his bed.
"Ryo, Ryo, Ryo..."
"Who's calling me? More importantly, where am I?" Ryo asked as he was just floating in the midst of darkness. A figure then stood right in front of him. "Ken?" Ryo wasn't sure but he did recognize the pure innocent eyes of his. The other boy didn't answer then suddenly Ryo noticed that it was crying. "Why are you crying?" Ryo tried to wipe the figures tears away but by the time he touched its face it suddenly disintegrated into bits of data. "What the heck is going on here?"
The background suddenly changed, it was raining, people were gathering in one place and they were all crying for some reason. As soon as the people left the place, the background hasn't change yet. Ryo approached the place where all of the people gathered and saw nothing. Then when he turned around the background suddenly changed again, he was in the same place where there was only darkness. It had slightly change, feathers were floating everywhere blend with colored blue petals of a rose. "Where am I?" Ryo asked himself then he saw something lying down and it wasn't moving. Ryo approached the figure and saw a person with blue wings "An angel?" It was an angel with torn wings and above all it was bleeding endlessly. It was chained and was hurt badly like it was prevented to fly again. Ryo tried to hold the figure and in the same time was afraid that it might disappear again. But then as soon as he touched it, a strong wind blew and the figure suddenly had woken up. Its eyes were opened but still Ryo can only see its eyes were hollow as if it was consumed by something and was afraid to defend himself.
"My, what do we have here?" The cold voice startled Ryo but remained calm, he heard footsteps coming near him and has so afraid to move. He slowly turned around and found himself staring to a familiar face "You're the Digimon Emperor" Ryo shouted out loud. The other figure just gave Ryo a grin and from under his coat he got a dagger by the time Ryo noticed it he was already jabbed by the chest and was choking with his own blood then after that everything went black.
"NNOOOOO!!!!" Ryo half asleep woke up shouting, which his father was all worried and hurried to his son room. "What happened, Ryo?" his father asked his son with a worry look and then Ryo calmed down and went back to his sleep. Now, usually parents would let their children sleep as long as no harm was done to the child but in this case it was way different from what you would expect. "Wake up!!!" Ryo's father punched Ryo really, really, really hard in the head and went back down to the kitchen. "What's his problem?" Ryo asked, who was very confused and who had a huge lump in his head. "Ouch!!!" Ryo looked at the mirror and took a good look at his lump in the head and the realized something about last night. "I had the strangest dream. A dream? A nightmare? Or a warning?"
Kouken: This time it's weird. My fanfic is a mess and I'm a twisted sicko. Please review but for now I shall entertain you all with my amazing friend, Ryo.
Ryo the dancing monkey...
Ryo: Why do I have to wear a silly monkey suit?
Kouken: (Hitting Ryo with a whip) Dance monkey, dance, monkey dance
Ryo: Why must I suffer?
Kouken: (Keeps on hitting Ryo) I said, Dance Monkey. More dancing and less talking
Ryo: (Dancing with a Monkey suit) I hate dancing. I don't even know how to tango.
Kouken: (Laughs evilly while hitting Ryo with a whip)