Chapter 5

"I can do this, I can do this.." "Come on Alexx we'll be late or we'll leave without you or something!""SCREW YOU CHRIS!" She hopped aboard the Celierimon and opened her eyes, which she had squeezed shut. "Well, that only took ten minutes.""Elecmon, be nice, everyone has fears." "Well then, what are you afraid of?"

"Me?" "Well..." He looked up, his face slightly red. "I have a fear of bees and swimming. It's due to past experience. How about everyone else?" he said, regaining what composure he may have lost.

Tim: I have a fear of horses. Don't laugh. (Characteristic smile). One bit my hand once eating a carrot. They're evil I tell ya."

Alexx: Heights and heights. You saw that.

Julie: Bugs and...(frowning and tearing) my dad losing his job. We'd have to move if he did, and they're trying to close his plant. I don't want to move..." At this, Crandall looked at her and said, "I'm sure you won't have to. Everything has another option when you need it."

Chris: Marin's hitting on Julie ("DAMN LIAR.OW!"). Well, I fear knives. And high speed.

Elecmon: I HATE water. (shuddering). Zoremon: I fear fire. Nemeamon: I hate mosquitoes. Avismon: I'm terrified of lightning. Charizumon: Icebergs. I hope to never see 'em.

"See? Everyone has fears."

The sun had begun to set amid a beautiful salmon and orange sky, with blue to the west.

For a minute, everyone sat in awe at the scene and pondered. About life, home, reality... they just pondered. Then Tim said out loud, "Why did we come here first?" Charizumon gave him a longing look. "It was meant to happen." Julie was the first to notice it, although it would be forgotten for a long time. She screamed, and shouted in terror, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!"

A gigantic wave sat in mid crest. In the middle, a creature, similar to Magnamon in black armor, sat in the middle. All that was heard was a deep, commanding voice. "None of you shall escape..." All that they knew was that thw wave moved at them without warning. The Celierimon tried to move out of the way, but there was no chance. They never knew what hit them out of the sky, all into the ocean. Then the way shrank and disappeared. A bar of data was seen from the waves...

Meanwhile on Taura Island, another group of kids had been walking along the beach towards the village. It was a beautiful morning. Seagulls cawled along the white beach and glistening see, and the palms swayed in a salty breeze. The azure water lapped against the feet of one boy, who looked younger than his age, with small blue eyes, a small mouth, and being very short for 13. His blond hair, still tapered at the bangs, fluttered in the winds. He had a strong voice, which he used to express everything. Suddenly, he saw a body in the sands.

"Oh crap! IAN! HANNA! LUISA! HURRY!" Three more people came from the opposite end of the beach, running as fast as they could. "What happened Jon?!" Jon had already run to the person, who was covered in salt, sand and seaweed. He was still breathing, but it was a ragged, choked breath. "Big wave...accident...need help..." That was all. They passed out. Nearby, was a digimon. It too was covered. Hanna bent down to help. She had soft flowing brown hair and green eyes, but also a pronouced jaw and she was tall, at least 5'8".

"Jon, we'll rush them to the village. C'mon!" "Wait, he passed out, we need to make sure he's medically safe!""WHAT!" Jon checked the wrist for a pulse. He's got a pulse, "but it's slow, dangerously slow. Where's Ian and Luisa? I need to help to carry him. I run miles, not bench 100 pounds." The other boy, who had been searching the sands for any ID or belongings, came over and picked up his legs while Jon held the head and arms. This boys was definitely of Hispanic descent, with short staright hair and thick eyebrows over deep brown eyes. He was of fuller build than Jon too, and his hands were coarse with work. "Thanks Ian. Luisa, find anything?" "She was Hispanic too, but shorter and plumper. Her brown wavy hair reflected the sun to be a dazzling color. "Nothing. Just a compass and a quarter." She had a slight accent, but a tempermental feel to her voice. "C'mon. let's go, Lu." They all hurried off to the village.