Hey there sorry this took long, but hey a good story is hard to do so here it is, Hope you like please review
The darkness surrounded him. He stumbled through the void, his weary body weighted down by some unknown force. He forced himself to stand upright and looked out into the void. He then saw a light appear and start to grow. Flames surrounded him and his mind filled with screams, and he lost himself.
He awoke beside a bubbling stream, listening to the shallow cascades over the cobbles. He could smell motor oil and caught the image of his motorcycle form the corner of his sight. He tried to stand yet his body seemed unable to respond. He tried to turn his head, yet again failed. He could tell, by the gentle chirping and scent of under brush and tree that he was still in the forest. Given that he couldn't move he recalled the accident. He remembers swerving and hitting the tree, but the rest was a blur. He sat silently and looked up, watching the tree branches sway in the gentle summer breeze, the sun penetrating a few patches of leaves, which to him, were just many shades of gray. His eyes were useless, that was known. But for a while he'd been able to see light, then shapes, then shades of gray.
Finally, he tried to move again, yet only managed to move his hands and neck. He turns and felt a cloth fall form his forehead. He began to wonder how he got so far from the path and who was taking care of him. He turned and saw his sword strapped to his motorcycle. He knew that if the person came back, he'd be defenseless.
After an hour or so, he grew tired again. Once more he was unable to move and he wonders when his captor would return.
Isn't that nice Matt finally woken up, now when is Mimi coming back, next time
Don't own digimon