Memory
Chapter XIX: Defeat and Loss
By Salamon2
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Hey there, in these last two chapters, we get to meet a few new characters that will be the main discussion of the next part of Memory. Also, some main characters in this story, will barely be mentioned in the next, however they will return in the third part.
Will you stop talking and start typing already?
Yes Salamon…
This is Salamon saying that Salamon2 doesn't own Digimon!
And this is Salamon2 typing for his dear life… oww my fingers ache…
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"Push now deary! Push for the child!" cried an aging woman
"I AM!" screamed the blonde ruler. Kari looked on not knowing where this dream's origin had come from. She looked around the room and recognized it as the same one she had stayed in when in Aishitak! Kari now heard crying and saw a lovely baby boy, just born, in the arms of the midwife, and Kari then watched as a girl came next and then on the last child, another boy the mother died her energy completely gone. The midwife looked at the ruler, obviously dead, and then she stared at the children. And she took the two older of the three and ran out the door, leaving the youngest boy, and a note describing the event that had taken place, that upon birth of the boy the mother had died. Soon footsteps came into the room, and a strawberry blonde man, ran in, and looked upon the scene, the child in his wife's arms, and the note. He read the note, and after finishing it sunk to his knees, and wailed in grief. He was only stopped because he was outdone by the newborn. The man rose and looked at the child in fury, he had taken away his wife, he wanted to strangle the boy right there and then, but then he looked at his wife's protective hold of the child, and he decided to let the boy live, and know what he had done, and let him suffer for what he had done.
Kari all of a sudden felt as though she weren't alone, and she turned around to stare at the dead woman, now floating behind her as a white translucent figure.
"Do not let your children be taken from you by jealous old maid midwives!" said the spirit.
"What do you mean?" asked Kari
"I saw what happened, and what has been happening for the past few months. You are pregnant with my son's children…" said the spirit
"CHILDREN!" cried Kari as thought she were about to hyperventilate.
"Yes… you shall have triplets… but may I warn you Hikari, love your children equally and protect them… always… for if you fail to do so, one of them shall die before they become an adult… and I don't want that to happen to my grandchildren… promise me Hikari… that you shall do as I ask…" said the spirit
"You mean you're?" asked Kari
"Yes… your mother-in-law… do you promise?" asked the spirit of the departed queen of Takaishi
"Yes… with all my heart…" said Hikari, and with that the dream ended, and Kari opened her eyes to see the white mist from previous nights leave from her mouth and float out the window, into the virgin night.
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My dearest Kari,
I write to you from the island of Take, a province which the local Duke, Takje Takro, has helped with supplying more troops to our army, he has been given command over the troops he's supplied, which have been made into a corps of their own. Our Army has driven the Digitopians off the Island! But even with the Digitopians gone, but with water Digimon constantly attacking the ports which are keeping us on the island longer than we should, delaying our invasion of the mainland. I am pleased to hear that you are pregnant, and pray each night for your and our child's safety.
Love Always,
Takevi
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Eight months had passed since the night her mother-in-law had visited, Kari was now showing her pregnancy, and recognized her wedding night as the beginning of it. Kari and Takevi had written many letters back and forth, but Kari for some reason had never told Takevi that his mother's warning. She just didn't want it to sound like: your dead mother told me to protect my children or one would die, oh and by the way you have to siblings that were stolen by her midwife.
Takevi had left her on Takel, fighting back for the islands taken from him, during a nasty winter season, several blizzards had come as far south as Takel, but for some reason the reports of victory seemed to had been fought in even worse weather than the occasional blizzard on Takel. But now the invasion of the main land was upon them both, and a lot of the armies promised to them hadn't shown up, in fact none of them had shown up, it's as though the Kingdoms' agreement in Kenouchita had been for nothing. All of them seemed to be suffering from internal problems and the fact that Memai, Daisai, Digida, Digido, and Digitopia was invading those who didn't have domestic issues. Recent reports of the mainland battles reported grim news, telling of how they lost so much men fighting for a beach, a beach of all places! But all of them seemed to have the determination to continue going.
Meanwhile, due to her condition, she was surrounded by every midwife left in Takaishi, or at least those who had escaped to the island provinces. The eldest, Taelna, who was a mother of two children herself, was very conservative on the proper rituals and rites having to be done and performed by Kari, more than once Kari had gotten into an argument with the woman, and Kari some how knew the face, but just couldn't remember where from. The old woman had deep caverns of wrinkles, was very tall, thing, with a raspy voice, and a habit of her pointy nose always being pointed towards the sky.
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"Sire… we're coming to the village… the enemy has strong walls outside it, which are heavily guarded" said a spy who had only escaped their attacks on him. Takevi rode on Pegasusmon; both were muddied from the long walks through the marshes north from the not so far away beach. This battle would determine if for a third time, if they would have to retreat to the sea. Takevi motioned for his messenger to come close. The messenger obeyed his King's commandment.
"Tell General Takro's Corp to go in… and tell him to do whatever tactic is necessary or available to him!" said Takevi, and the messenger left immediately leaving Takevi and the spy then left to continue his work. Takevi then brought a telescope to his eye, to see the cannon fodder enter the mess. He sighted, knowing an out come… hope was gone if General Takro would just charge straight up the hill towards the Digimon, an old fashioned tactic, which proved to be in favor with Takro, and stupid enough to always fail.
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General Takje (Tak-hey) Takro was a man in his late thirties, a mustache clung to his face, and gray hairs lined the golden locks of his head. He was distantly related to Takevi through the second marriage of his great-great-great grandmother. He had been a nobleman in the Takaishi Islands and had a large estate on Take. His family, before marrying into the royalty, had long been a noble family of the court and of matters in military expertise. He wore old, worn and slightly rugged clothes, evidence of the harsh fighting used to regain the Takaishi Islands. He cared not for money or fame, but for honor, and his family.
"General Takro! A messenger from the king!" mentioned his steward, who had entered the camouflaged tent.
"Show him in…" said Takje routinely. The steward did just that, and then waited outside for the messenger to leave.
"General, the king commands that you engage the enemy, with use of any strategy hat is available to you…" said the messenger, who then bowed. Takje bit his lip and looked over the map of the area, formulating an idea, and then he turned his eyes back to the messenger.
"Tell his majesty, that I shall endeavor to do so… you're dismissed" said Takje, and the messenger nodded, bowed, and left. Takje turned his eyes back to the map and studied it more, if the plan was to work, they would have to do it immediately. Takje put on his coat, denoting his high position in the army. "Most men when given an option of how to attack would have done the stupid option, go straight up the damned hill, but I have another way we can invade the village, that ought to prove successful" thought Takje. Takje thought back to his teenaged years, where his father had sat down with him, and had taught him everything about the military, and of the stories his father used to tell of his ancestors, most dieing in battle, like his father eventually did. Takje then saw his family in his mind and he pictured them without him, and he did not like the sight, no, he would try and remain alive for the sake of his children, they must not go through what he had.
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Kuroimon stared out over the valley; the humans were trying another futile attempt at taking the village. Kuroimon's new body smiled wickedly, he was ready for whatever they would bring. All they knew were to attack straight up the hill, they had proved that the last two times. His NDG were ready.
"Let them come, and if they breach the wall, the villages will die!" said Kuroimon to himself, the pathetic humans were locked in their temple, and a Meramon was prepared to burn it down at the hint of the command. By the time the Human army would reach the temple on the hill, no one would be alive…
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"Mommy…" cried a four year old child, the young boy was scared, his mother lay on the ground, she had fallen to the ground, after a weird kid, twice his age looked at her with weird red eyes, the Digimon called the weird kid their leader. He didn't understand why his mother didn't respond to him, she looked like she was asleep.
"Mommy wake up!" cried the four year old child again, maybe that would wake her, but the woman didn't move, the child hugged his mother, and he felt, for the first time, a coldness coming from her body. The child cried, he didn't understand what was going on, his older brother bent down and picked up and held him in his arms.
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"Your majesty, General Takro was forced into a strategic retreat, where they battled upon yonder hill, and neither force won, but casualties were indeed heavy, on both sides. He… he went behind the village, where no walls were, and then hd sent his men into the village to look for the Digimon and any human survivors, once they took the town. Most of our casualties were killed in the village, which is a bloody mess up there, and then they retreated to the forest, onto the hill… He says that he only did so, because the enemy's main weapon, fire Digimon, could attack faster than his men could load a cannon or quiver a bow…" said the messenger.
Takevi sighed, and hit his fist on the table. Then suddenly he looked at the map again, and a brilliant idea came o him.
"Talel do you remember what is on the island of Tarel?" asked Takevi
"A group of freed Digimon, who asked your ancestors for an island to inhabit of their own…" said Talel
"Right and most of the freed Digimon were water digimon if I remember the story correctly!"
"They were?" asked Talel
"Yes… go immediately to Takro, say to him I want to see him immediately, we're be leaving in the morning…" said Takevi
"Yes sire!" said Talel, Takevi's messenger and assistant, as he left the tent and headed for General Takro.
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"His majesty said he wanted to see me?" asked Takro
"Yes…" said Talel
"Did he said anything else?" asked Takro nervously
"He did say we'd be leaving in the morning…" said Talel, and Takro smiled at hearing this.
"The more I get to know that teen, the more highly I come to think of him. Yes, brilliant, moving into a defensive position would be better for anyone from this position, and fighting a defensive war would be-" started Takro.
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"FIRE!" screamed the trapped people as flames started consumed the building around them. Smoke poured into the room, and young children were being pushed to the ground and trampled over, and so was the death of the smallest ones. But the fate of the four year old Toulro, the child who had cried over his mother's death, was different, since he was in the arms of his teenage brother, Tukrok, who searched the wall for the secret exit from the temple. He found it after pulling on one of Azulongmon's Digi-core on a sculpture of the Digimon. He ran into the door, immediately followed by many people, who pushed to exit the door. It led up some stairs and to another door, which when opened brought them into the open air. The temple had been built into the Hill, and the exit led to the top of the hill. The hill was the highest for fifty miles on every side, a few others managed to escape the burning building, but not much due to the panicking crowd. In the end about seven-eighths of the village was dead, and three quarters of the dead had been trampled to death.
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Kuroimon looked out over at the wounded Takaishi Army and smiled, it was all going as he had imagined, tomorrow, Takaishi would fall, and then he'd be able to "help" his "allies" with their invasions. Then attack them when they were weakened, and then the entire Digital World would be in his control! But now he returned to his tent, he had to start the next part of his plan, and with Wizardmon's help, this body, when the change was completed would confuse the Takaishi Army so much, it would be ridiculous.
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To Be Continued...
Next Time: Hope will last...
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