Chapter 9

Evolving

Renamon looked at Phoenixmon. He glowed like a fireball. She was confused as to why she wasn't dead or at least hurt. And even a bigger question, what was he doing here? Renamon opened her mouth to say something, but Phoenixmon interrupted her.

"I was called here," he said, "to aid the wielder of the Rojo sword."

Renamon wondered who called him. That voice? Who was that voice?

"How is it that I'm alive?" she asked.

"Phoenix feathers revive spirits," said Phoenixmon, sounding proud of himself.

She looked around the room and saw Gabumon and Agumon still knocked out. She swept over to Gabumon to see if he was okay. He was breathing, but barely.

"I gave him a feather too," said Phoenixmon, "don't worry."

Renamon sat there staring at Gabumon, and glancing once in a while Agumon.

Then she thought to herself, Why did I remember my past? I don't like my past...'

"I made you remember your past so that you could pass a test," said Phoenixmon looking mournful for having to do it.

"But why?" she asked.

"Well," said Phoenixmon, in a serious tone, "the one to wield the Rojo Sword must have had a loathsome life. I believe you do. I'm sorry you had to remember all that. It did sound like a horrible life."

Renamon picked up the Rojo sword.

"That Man is strong; Lord Myoto," said Renamon, in a low tone.

"Yes," said Phoenixmon, "and he gets stronger everyday. No one knows how or why, he just does."

"Even you, a Great Guardian, don't even know why?" said Renamon.

Phoenixmon looked down.

"Even great people don't know everything."

Renamon looked disappointed. She thought that the Great Guardians knew everything, but they really don't?! How could this be?

Renamon saw Agumon wake up out of the corner of her eye. He stumbled around his feet and looked around. When he saw Lord Phoenixmon he got on his knees and started bowing.

"Will you stop that!" spat Phoenixmon and Agumon stopped immediately.

"Agumon!" said Renamon happily. "You're okay!"

"Uh, well of course so!" said a really confused Agumon.

Renamon wanted to give him a hug she was so happy that he was okay, but thought it wouldn't be wise.

"Your spirit is strong," said Lord Phoenixmon.

"Huh? Me?!" said Agumon pointing at himself.

"Yes, you," Phoenixmon continued, "full of courage and hope."

"What about Renamon's?" asked Agumon.

Phoenixmon looked at Renamon and nodded.

"Full of love, but sadly sorrow," reviewed Phoenixmon.

"And Gabu- Gabumon!!" screamed Agumon running over to Gabumon's lifeless looking body. "Gabumon, Gabumon are you alright?! GABUMON!!!"

Renamon sighed.

"He's alright, Agumon," said Renamon.

"WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" yelled Agumon.

"Maybe I was wrong about the courage part..." said Phoenixmon shaking his head.

Gabumon woke up seeing Agumon weeping on top of him. Gabumon sighed. He wished it was Renamon. Then he groaned.

"Are you hurt, Gabumon?" asked Renamon, running over.

"No," said Gabumon, groaning with every word, "But Agumon has his leg in my stomach!"

Agumon lifted his leg and said, "Sorry," to Gabumon, and Gabumon forgave him.

Lord Phoenixmon stared at Gabumon.

What importance does he have to the Legend of Rojo?' he thought.

"So," said Agumon, still sniffling, "what kind of spirit stuff does Gabumon have."

"I don't know," said Phoenixmon, "I really don't."

"What happened to me?" asked Gabumon.

"You died," said Phoenixmon, "so I revived you with one of my feathers."

"No, that's not what I mean," said Gabumon. "What happened to me a while back when I changed?"

"Changed?" said Phoenixmon, then he knew what Gabumon was saying. "Oh, I think you digivolved."

"Digivolved?" said Gabumon.

"Yes," said Phoenixmon, "it's a classic way of defense where a Digimon will use its spirit to fuse together to create a more powerful version of themselves."

"Cool!" said Agumon. "Can I digivolve?"

"Well, yes," said Phoenixmon, "but not yet."

"Ahh," groaned Agumon.

"You can only digivolve when you or someone else is in grave danger," said Lord Phoenixmon. "Of course, you can make yourself digivolve again once you have digivolved at least once."

ﾒReally?" said Gabumon. "That's cool!"

"Yes, cool,'" said Phoenixmon.

Agumon sat there for a minute thinking about what he would digivolve to.

Maybe I'll be a Greymon like my dad,' he thought. Yeah, a big tough Greymon! Huge and scary and tough! Sharp teeth and huge horns to attract the ladies. Hmm...hehe, DarkGatomon...'

Renamon thought also about what she might turn into.

"Hey," said Gabumon, "can I digivolve into something else besides being whatever I was?"

"No, once you digivolve for the first time, you usually already have a chosen path," explained Phoenixmon.

"So, what do you think I'll digivolve into, Phoenixmon?" asked Agumon.

"Since you have lots of courage, you'll be a Greymon," he answered.

Gabumon remembered what Phoenixmon said about not knowing what kind of spirit he had.

"So," asked Gabumon, very seriously, "how come you couldn't find out what kind of spirit I have?"

"It has to do with the legend," said Lord Phoenixmon.

"Legend?" said Agumon, scratching his head in confusion.

Renamon looked up in wonderment too.

Phoenixmon looked at them as if he was going to be talking for a while. "The Legend of Rojo," he said.

A fanfare played in Gabumon's head as he heard those words. Agumon's eyes looked as if they were going to shoot out of his eye sockets. Renamon pulled out the Rojo Sword as if the legend was written on it. And Lord Phoenixmon kept on saying his story.

"Yes, the legend of Rojo. The legend says that four Digimon will come to defeat a darkness that can't be defeated. They say that each Digimon is different in a way. One Digimon is a strong warrior, another worried but courageous, one of elegance and darkness, and the last a mysterious Digimon that is full of friendship.

"They say that certain attacks will be used. One a ball of fire, the other a phantom figure, a missile of might, and the sword of love, Rojo. All four are needed to defeat the darkness. The Guardians guess that the Digimon chosen will be a Renamon, a Agumon, and a Gatomon, but we haven't figured out the last one."

"Well, maybe it's Gabumon!" said Agumon.

"That may be," said Lord Phoenixmon, "I can't figure out if he is one of the chosen."

Lord Phoenixmon jerked his head up.

"I must go now," he said in his God like voice.

"But we want so many questions answered!" said Renamon.

Phoenixmon began beating his wings and said, "Renamon, we will meet again, someday. Also, go west, the next Pixel is there in the Flame Temple."

He took flight. Pieces of ember flew off his wings as he took off into the air.

Renamon turned to her friends. They stood there knowing what they had to do.

"Let us head west!" said Renamon, pointing west.

They left the room with their memories behind, and now with the tip from Lord Phoenixmon they head west. Is the Legend of Rojo really true? That's what Gabumon thought, still thinking about Phoenixmon saying that he couldn't find his spirit.

But more things were in that room. A figure stood on the ledge of the window looking into the room. His auburn hair blew in the wind, and so did his cloak.

"So, they want to stop them too," said Roberto, rubbing his goatee that he grew since he left the Digidestined. "Maybe I'll join them..."

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Author Notes

Hey! Finally finished this chapter. The next one will be really cool. My fingers can't wait to type it! I hope I get it done soon. I'm sure you guy's were relieved to see this chapter short. I tried to keep it as short as I could. I made a new story. It's about Kirby, and it's cool. So if you want to read it, go there. But, anyway, until I write again.

--Carlas Lua

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