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OH and the figures are revealed, there is a purpose why it's them and that will kind of be clear. (that means I have no idea why really)
Hope it's not a disappointment
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Chapter 8- A Way Out Of This Life
The room had once seemed almost magical in a dark gothic way to the little girl, but she could barely open her eyes enough to look around it, she had only once got up from her pillow to draw a picture of what could be made out as a pink ball with a blue plant like sprout, the ball had circular eyes and a wide smile which made the little girl cry more. The crayons used to draw the picture lay broken on the ground.
The little girl had cried for what seemed a lifetime but still the tears flowed when she thought about the digimon, the only mother-like figure she'd known was gone. And it was her fault. A few days had gone since then but that was nothing compared to the real world as yet again for unknown reasons the timeline had returned to what it had been when the seven digi-destines entered the world from summer camp. But of course she did not know this nor did most of the others who frequently ventured in and out of both worlds and those who did, did not question why the time zone continually changed.
The darkness became the girls cocoon and the silence her friend, as every day the guilt tore at her heart and made her feel worthless and vulnerable once more. Not once had she acknowledged the figures presence in the room or if she had she did not wish to, the contempt for it's being had become a flame explosive and dangerous.
"I know, you know I'm here child." The figure whispered on the seventh day sitting next to the child who was lying on the bed facing the opposite wall. The child chose silence above an answer she did not want to satisfy the figure with a reply. "I know your hurt child but I have some good news...." The figure soothed rubbing the childs arms as she began to scream in pain.
The child writhed in agony it felt as if her skin was burning off and her body burning. She felt her soul split and her eyes glow a blood red. Her tattered old dress had become black and straight (you know like a T-shirt, not puffy). Clinging to the bed sheets in hope the immense pain would fade she began to scream as the sprouts appeared on her back growing an inch every second, growing in width every ten, but causing the girl agony, in minutes they had become spiky gothic wings.
"The potion has taken effect once more and this time it is permanent." The figure soothed once more stroking the girls wings.
"I DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE THIS ANYMORE!" The child screamed breaking away from the figure and sending energy bolts around the room destroying the furniture which within moments returned back to normal.
"Why ever not child." The figure replied in mock hurt.
"BECAUSE I HATE YOU I HATE THIS CASTLE AND I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS WORLD!" The child shrieked blasting the wall.
"But why take it out on me, once we- you are in control you can do what you like and make this world what you want it to be, come here child." The figure said outstretching her arms so the girl could hug her. The figure didn't know why it displayed such affection but didn't care it was thinking of the long term effects of her actions, maybe this was how it could go about its plan.
"I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE I WANT MY MOMMA AND DADDY!" The girl sobbed from the figures arms.
"But child there is a way my dear. Why did you not ask of this before?" The figure replied its intentions different from its comforting words which caused the child to look up at the figure.
"I...... I can?" The child mumbled.
"Sure but first we must prepare for a ritual in which I will need you to find the ingredients."
"Uh huh." The child stuttered her hope returning.
"I will need you to get a urn full of water from the dark ocean, the needles from a Togemon and the feathers of an angewoman." The figure smiled.
"I will find them." The child stated hovering in the air, she knew from her long searches of the digital world where she could find the ingredients.
"I will give you further instructions when you get back." The figure said leading the girl to the front of the castle.
"Okay," The girl replied before taking off into what seemed a never changing night.
The figure watched as the girl flew off before retreating into the castle, taking one on the many routes it walked into a dimly lit room, in which there stood many urns and tools and scrolls of incantations on the far side of the wall was another mirror identical to the one in the girls room. Though the room was quite bare besides the urns, tools and scrolls, the air seemed to be filled with a physical darkness which could not be vanquished by any source of light. The figure watched and waited and eventually the second figure came out of the darkness.
"I have sent the child for the ingredients."
"Good and does she suspect anything?"
"Not that I am aware of, she now thinks that the ingredients will return her to her family."
"As if it was that complicated to do so! Have you retrieved the digivice and crest of the innocent one?"
"Yes, they do not know she has one thus do not miss it. And I have a feeling Gennai will not be reporting it to them."
"Have you managed to locate the childs digimon partner?"
"I have not, who could have thought such a feeble old man could manage to conceal such information and I through torture could not get him to reveal it?"
"Yes he is or is it now was hard to crack but no matter, with the virus spreading and infecting the digimon it is only a matter of time till the childs digimon partner is infected."
"There is one more thing, we need the blood of an innocent, should I assume this means the young one."
"Yes as it states in the prophecy the child of death must bring forth the living."
"But wouldn't it jeopardise our plan as we are not sure of the meaning of the last line of the prophecy?"
"Yes, we should have the child retrieve it, it would provide the anger we need for her to complete the ritual for us?"
"Yes it is a curse that the blood and destruction we caused now binds us to remaining in the darkest shadows, but all that shall change when he rises once more!"
"Yes and once again Deviwomon and Devimon can cause the destruction this world surely needs, there is not point resurrecting Malomyotismon once more, the light of the digital world is too strong and traps him beneath the earth but the ancient curse of the digital world just sleeps and now if all goes to plan we can awaken him!"
Shortly as night fell again the girl returned to the castle with all but the urn of the dark oceans water. Pushing the doors to the castle the girl let herself in and began to wander down the hallways it wasn't long till she was met by Deviwomon.
"Have you the ingredients child?" The digimon asked beckoning the girl to follow.
"I have the Togemon needles and the Angewomon feathers." The girl replied.
"And the Urn of Dark Ocean water?" Deviwomon said opening the door for the child.
"Nope." The girl replied walking through the door into her bedroom.
"WHAT!" The digimon screeched slamming the door staring at the girls sulking face.
"I DIDN'T WANT TO." The girl screamed back before pouting ferociously.
"IF YOU WANT TO GO HOME YOU WILL HAVE TO IN DUE TIME!" The digimon screamed back. "No matter I need you to get the last ingredient first."
"YOU SAID THERE WAS ONLY FREE THINGS I NEEDED TO GET!" The girl shrieked holding three fingers up to emphasise her point.
"Yes well another is needed." Deviwomon said becoming tired of the girls outbursts.
"What!" The girl said her pout became more defined as Deviwomon flew to her side.
"I need you to bring me the chosen child." Deviwomon whispered into the little girls ear.
"I.... I get to go home." The girl asked excitedly her eyes shining.
"No you must retrieve the girl through the mirror and come straight back here through the child's dressing mirror."
"I'm not going to come back I'm going to stay there and run to my momma and daddy and then you won't be able to get me!" The girl stated sticking her tongue out and crossing her arms.
"I swear child that if you do not come back I will do to you and your 'momma' and 'daddy' what I did to Yokomon, and besides the mirror has a limit you are able to stay there for twenty minutes and if you don't get the child you won't be going home ever do I make myself clear." The digimon cackled menacingly.
"Hmmm!" The child said her need to disobey strong she could sense the digimon needed her and that they were at a stand still if she did not co-operate.
"DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!" The digimon shouted.
"Yes." The little girl replied reluctantly shuffling over to the mirror, first placing her hand through the mirror and then stepping, she found herself inside the little girls room.
It was a complete contrast to her own, the walls were washed with a pale pink and dotted with different sized dark pink stars. The bed in the corner resembled that of- what the child could only assume- a princess. Over the top of the bed were silver drapes that fell to each side concealing the top of the bed. The floor was scattered with dolls of different sizes all in many wonderful and Technicolor garments. Across the other side of the room was great chest, walking over to it and lifting the lid the child could see there were many outfits, fairies of different colours each with a matching glitter wand, princess's of different lands the material exotic and bright, animals of all shapes and sizes each designed to fit a small child and various ballet outfit each tutu different and delicate.
Taking a detailed look through the trunk the little girl finally decided upon a light blue tutu, the dip down the back allowed her wings to poke through. With a sparkly pink tiara placed upon the wilderness of her hair and a glittery purple wand in her hand the girl flew to the dressing table in which stood the mirror she had flew out of.
The little girl sat down on the stool and began looking through the papers on the desk, most of them were scribbles, what you would expect of a small child. But one caught the child's eye, it was a picture pinned to the mirror of three different sized circles which had legs arms and smiley faces (the biggest one with a scribble on the top which she assumed was a mass of hair) underneath there was some writing. The girl could not read as of yet but she could understand the key words-
Daddy, Momma, Maliaka- aged 2
Taking the crayons which were scattered upon the desk the little girl began to draw her own picture. After a short while she picked up the paint pallet she'd found smushing one of her hands into it she left her hand print on the paper then placed the crayons down and held her picture up proud of her work.
"Free...................." She heard a voice sound from somewhere in the room, startled the girl left her picture on the table and begun to search the room for the owner of the voice, she realised that she had forgotten all about her task lost in her own imagination, it occurred to her the voice could have been here all along and she would not have heard it.
"Four................." The voice chimed again, this time the girl was able to lock in onto it she flew over to the bed and moved the drapes slightly so she could see.
The little girl stood there in surprise as the chosen child sat on her pillow combing a dolls hair, the little girl couldn't comprehend why she had not seen the girl before. The little girl began to reach out for the chosen child when she remembered that she may pass through the child, stopping to think about her problem she watched as the child continued unaware.
"I bet you can't even see me." The little girl spat startled as the chosen child turned to look at her.
"Five......." The chosen child exclaimed holding five fingers (well you know four fingers and a thumb if were being technical) out to the child to show she could see the girl.
Turning to the mirror the child could see that it had begun to cloud, the purple swirl returning. Swiftly she grabbed the chosen child and fled through the mirror.
The pair landed on the cold stone floor, quickly the chosen child ran to mirror in terror running up to the glass she began to cry as she found she could not return.
"I see you found her." Deviwomon stated from the shadows.
"Yes." The little girl replied watching as the child began to bang her fists onto the mirror.
"What do you think you're wearing." The figure asked bluntly pointing to the girls clothes.
"It's pretty!" The child exclaimed pointing her wand at the figure in defence. Almost immediately the digimons eyes glowed red and the wand became a snake which the girl dropped in horror. "Your mean!" She cried as the snake began to hiss at her.
"And your a brat now take off those silly clothes and retrieve the urn of water for me!" Deviwomon replied as the snake turned back to a wand.
"I WANT MOMMA AND DADDY!" The chosen child screamed from near the mirror repeating her plea over and over again as they fell on deaf ears.
"And her!" The little girl cried pointing to the screaming child curled up and sobbing near the mirror.
"She shall remain here until you get back."
"You won't hurt her." The girl asked suddenly pitying the child slightly she knew all to well of feeling helpless.
"She will not be harmed while you are gone." Devimon replied her sincere expression quietened the girls fears before the girl flew off through the mirror to the ocean behind her she could still hear the chosen childs cries.
To Be Continued
Okay now you know what happened the other side.
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