I know it's been a rediculously long time since the last time I updated
this fic, and probably lots of you thought it was deadbefore it began
lol...been busy. Uncoorpertive 'Net, college, etc. Hopefully you've all
found the patience to wait for the slow authoress.
But she couldn't think of settling yet. There was something that needed doing.
She turned away from the window and stared into her lap where her small, long fingered hands were folded demurely. Her parents had known that their child was a strange one when she had seemed to know things without speaking, that no baby 'mon should know. She would always knew where her father hid the toys, when her mother was looking for her after a hard day of play. At first they had just been feelings, vague impressions that her baby self had followed like the instinct to eat or cry or sleep. As she had grown older, the feelings, too, matured into pictures, still at first, then silent movies in brief black-white flicks, then colors, colors and sound, then, when she had evolved into her adult form of Sylphmon, they had immersed all of her senses, just as if she stood there herself. Her parents were proud of her, and encouraged her strange gift.
"My little one," Empressmon, her mother, had told her one day, not long ago, "your father's family has passed on these visions to you. Very long ago, his ancestors served the Oracles, and in turn were granted a little of what it sees to light their way in the world. None has had it so strongly as you for a while. Use it, and be proud of it"
The visions had always been innocuous- just little touches of things that were happening here or there all in the present. Occasionally she saw the past, and once or twice, the breifest breath of future. She had helped in her village according to what she saw, and she had realized, one day, that she needed to leave.
The feeling had been strange and sudden, absolutely imperitive. She could not stay where she was; something or someone pulled her forth. When she confessed this to her father, Wizardmon, he had only sort of smiled, nodded, and embraced her. And right then, she knew that he had done the same, some time ago.
So she left her home with blessing and generous travelling funds from her village. She wasn't sure where she was off to at first- she merely let her intuition guide her, and so far, as the world continued to finish its recovery after the ravaging done to it by the terrible civil war, she had helped a surprising amount of 'mon with her visions- nothing drastic, but she had eased their lives, and that had felt pretty good.
Then a month out, while in a diner, she had had what she had come to think of as the Vision.
Her sight had totally blacked out- none of that gentle blurring of reality that proceeded any of her other visions. It was exactly as if someone had wrapped a thick cloth over her head and kicked her over a cliff. The vision grabbed her brain and seared itself into it- it went back and back and back into some primal eon, while the world was still forming; forces etched themselves onto the ground and into the air, day and night, windrustle, fireflicker, spilling rain onto the newborn of creation. Fractal code zapped wild and unsettled over the ground as areas were created and destroyed in spaces of heartbeats. She felt as if she was being gripped by an enormous pressure, and slowly she realized that what held her were the forces that were violently creating the world that she knew. As soon as the realization passed through her consciousness, the vision pitched her forward at a horribly breathtaking pace into Now. Faces whipped past her; nine other digimon, none of whom she recognized- dimly she could see the background of where they were, and other digimon there- but their faces seemed highlighted, burning into her panicked mind with a silent command: findthem findthem findthem. She had come back to herself with a drowning gasp, heart pounding, finding herself on the floor with worried digimon clustered over her. "Is she all right?" "Get her some water!" "Is there a doctor?" "Oh, help her!" Aside from an aching head, however, she had felt fine- except that her wanderings had a compass now. She had no idea how she was supposed to find just 9 digimon on a world of millions, but she felt confident that she would be guided. She trusted in the Gods, and her gift. Whatever reason that she needed to find them, she would.
Sylphmon glanced back up at the window as she felt a change in the Trailmon's running. They were on a high bridge over the restless ocean, going out towards a light glimmer in the waves. As they got closer, and the tracks began to dip, she realized with a mix of intregue and apprehension that Wave Station Twelve was actually under the water! Fascinated, she watched them incline lower and lower. She hadn't even known that there were underwater cities.
"Hey," the Trailmon's voice made everyone in the car pause in their conversations. "Everyone, we're about to pull into W.S. Twelve. I'll be docked here for a half an hour, so take a look around." They incline sharpened rather suddenly, and Sylphmon made out the track heading towards what looked like a small island, but upon closer inspection, turned out to be a cleverly concealed tunnel heading under the waves. The car was plunged into blue-tinged twilight, and the bright line of the water's surface receded above them. If she didn't know any better, she would have sworn they were speeding through the water itself. Fish swam idly past, some chased by some aquatic digimon, beautiful underwater gardens were being tended to, but she wanted to see the city. Whatever the dome that protected it was made out of, it couldn't quite be seen through.
"Here we are! The largest city under the sea, folks." The Trailmon began to slow as the tunnel widened out. Other Trailmon were gathered in a sprawling terminal, chatting to one another as they waited for their departure light. The general murmur of the passengers grew with rustling bags being recovered from overhead and underfoot, restless bottoms shuffling, squealing children sensing the ride was at its end. Sylphmon shouldered her own bag- her only luggage- and walked down the aisle with the crowd of other 'mon.
As soon as she exited, her neck seemed to crane its way up all by itself. So far, she'd passed through small and medium sized towns, and had seen cities on the distant horizon, but to be in one- let alone the biggest one underwater- was incredible. She wished, not for the first time, to have her mother's great, glorious wings to really look at this place the way she wanted to. The buildings were so high! But the only trace that she might fly one day was the butterfly-wing pattern all over her pale skin, and the twin knobbed antennae poking out from her brown hair.
Well, there was no use pouting about it. She was running dangerously low on cash, so she would have to pick up some odd job here and stay a while. She was sure, with all the rebuilding going on, there'd be something for a young wanderer like hers-
Wait!
Sylphmon's antennae stood straight up, stomach dropping, heart rushing. There, there! There was one of the digimon from her vision! She was a small human-type like herself, with deep blue-violet skin that seemed lit from within, and a long, pretty face, which seemed shy and almost mournful. Her lightly frayed white dress was decorated with shells, as was her short blue hair, and one of her two pairs of arms was idly playing with them. Instantly Sylphmon arrowed in her direction, skillfully dodging through the crowd that seperated her from the building where the mysterious female 'mon stood. She was pushed and jostled roughly, but she didn't care.
"Hey!" she called. "Hey!" The other 'mon blinked twice and turned in her direction looking for the speaker, brow lightly furrowed. "Over here!" The violet eyes lighted on her and Sylphmon beamed. Now if she could just-
A rough hand grabbed her arm and hauled her about roughly. Sylphmon found herself facing another digimon, the same kind as the one in the white shelled dress, except this one was colored deep blue and had a nasty scowl on her face. "And what do you think you're doing?" she snarled.
"I-I just want to talk to her for a second!" stammered Sylphmon, struggling against the crushing grip on her arm.
The digimon bared sharp teeth. "Damn freeloaders. I told you- no one sees her!" With that, she opened her mouth wide and shrieked. The sound echoed throughout the city and through Sylphmon's body with the force of a pole being rammed through her skull. She flew backwards and slammed into the wall of the neighboring building, her body trembling spasmodically. The last thing she saw before blacking out was the sad violet eyes of the digimon in her vision.
Wave Station-
"All aboard! Last call for the five-thirteen, destination: Wave Station Twelve" The Trailmon's booming voice echoed throughout the station and milling digimon scrambled for the platforms, waving good-bye to friends or family before hastily boarding. Farewells and good wishes carried themselves on the warm air before being drowned under the double blast of the Trailmon's departing whistle. The townscape of Red Prarie began to glide past, quickly gainig speed past the windows- flickering faces, trees, buildings. Sylphmon watched in silence, gathering up the ever quickening sights in her mind as she bid another place good-bye in her thoughts. Red Prarie had been a small but charming town, and the two days she had spent there had been pleasant - much like her home town of Lakeframe, far to the north and west. It would have been a nicely familiar place to live.But she couldn't think of settling yet. There was something that needed doing.
She turned away from the window and stared into her lap where her small, long fingered hands were folded demurely. Her parents had known that their child was a strange one when she had seemed to know things without speaking, that no baby 'mon should know. She would always knew where her father hid the toys, when her mother was looking for her after a hard day of play. At first they had just been feelings, vague impressions that her baby self had followed like the instinct to eat or cry or sleep. As she had grown older, the feelings, too, matured into pictures, still at first, then silent movies in brief black-white flicks, then colors, colors and sound, then, when she had evolved into her adult form of Sylphmon, they had immersed all of her senses, just as if she stood there herself. Her parents were proud of her, and encouraged her strange gift.
"My little one," Empressmon, her mother, had told her one day, not long ago, "your father's family has passed on these visions to you. Very long ago, his ancestors served the Oracles, and in turn were granted a little of what it sees to light their way in the world. None has had it so strongly as you for a while. Use it, and be proud of it"
The visions had always been innocuous- just little touches of things that were happening here or there all in the present. Occasionally she saw the past, and once or twice, the breifest breath of future. She had helped in her village according to what she saw, and she had realized, one day, that she needed to leave.
The feeling had been strange and sudden, absolutely imperitive. She could not stay where she was; something or someone pulled her forth. When she confessed this to her father, Wizardmon, he had only sort of smiled, nodded, and embraced her. And right then, she knew that he had done the same, some time ago.
So she left her home with blessing and generous travelling funds from her village. She wasn't sure where she was off to at first- she merely let her intuition guide her, and so far, as the world continued to finish its recovery after the ravaging done to it by the terrible civil war, she had helped a surprising amount of 'mon with her visions- nothing drastic, but she had eased their lives, and that had felt pretty good.
Then a month out, while in a diner, she had had what she had come to think of as the Vision.
Her sight had totally blacked out- none of that gentle blurring of reality that proceeded any of her other visions. It was exactly as if someone had wrapped a thick cloth over her head and kicked her over a cliff. The vision grabbed her brain and seared itself into it- it went back and back and back into some primal eon, while the world was still forming; forces etched themselves onto the ground and into the air, day and night, windrustle, fireflicker, spilling rain onto the newborn of creation. Fractal code zapped wild and unsettled over the ground as areas were created and destroyed in spaces of heartbeats. She felt as if she was being gripped by an enormous pressure, and slowly she realized that what held her were the forces that were violently creating the world that she knew. As soon as the realization passed through her consciousness, the vision pitched her forward at a horribly breathtaking pace into Now. Faces whipped past her; nine other digimon, none of whom she recognized- dimly she could see the background of where they were, and other digimon there- but their faces seemed highlighted, burning into her panicked mind with a silent command: findthem findthem findthem. She had come back to herself with a drowning gasp, heart pounding, finding herself on the floor with worried digimon clustered over her. "Is she all right?" "Get her some water!" "Is there a doctor?" "Oh, help her!" Aside from an aching head, however, she had felt fine- except that her wanderings had a compass now. She had no idea how she was supposed to find just 9 digimon on a world of millions, but she felt confident that she would be guided. She trusted in the Gods, and her gift. Whatever reason that she needed to find them, she would.
Sylphmon glanced back up at the window as she felt a change in the Trailmon's running. They were on a high bridge over the restless ocean, going out towards a light glimmer in the waves. As they got closer, and the tracks began to dip, she realized with a mix of intregue and apprehension that Wave Station Twelve was actually under the water! Fascinated, she watched them incline lower and lower. She hadn't even known that there were underwater cities.
"Hey," the Trailmon's voice made everyone in the car pause in their conversations. "Everyone, we're about to pull into W.S. Twelve. I'll be docked here for a half an hour, so take a look around." They incline sharpened rather suddenly, and Sylphmon made out the track heading towards what looked like a small island, but upon closer inspection, turned out to be a cleverly concealed tunnel heading under the waves. The car was plunged into blue-tinged twilight, and the bright line of the water's surface receded above them. If she didn't know any better, she would have sworn they were speeding through the water itself. Fish swam idly past, some chased by some aquatic digimon, beautiful underwater gardens were being tended to, but she wanted to see the city. Whatever the dome that protected it was made out of, it couldn't quite be seen through.
"Here we are! The largest city under the sea, folks." The Trailmon began to slow as the tunnel widened out. Other Trailmon were gathered in a sprawling terminal, chatting to one another as they waited for their departure light. The general murmur of the passengers grew with rustling bags being recovered from overhead and underfoot, restless bottoms shuffling, squealing children sensing the ride was at its end. Sylphmon shouldered her own bag- her only luggage- and walked down the aisle with the crowd of other 'mon.
As soon as she exited, her neck seemed to crane its way up all by itself. So far, she'd passed through small and medium sized towns, and had seen cities on the distant horizon, but to be in one- let alone the biggest one underwater- was incredible. She wished, not for the first time, to have her mother's great, glorious wings to really look at this place the way she wanted to. The buildings were so high! But the only trace that she might fly one day was the butterfly-wing pattern all over her pale skin, and the twin knobbed antennae poking out from her brown hair.
Well, there was no use pouting about it. She was running dangerously low on cash, so she would have to pick up some odd job here and stay a while. She was sure, with all the rebuilding going on, there'd be something for a young wanderer like hers-
Wait!
Sylphmon's antennae stood straight up, stomach dropping, heart rushing. There, there! There was one of the digimon from her vision! She was a small human-type like herself, with deep blue-violet skin that seemed lit from within, and a long, pretty face, which seemed shy and almost mournful. Her lightly frayed white dress was decorated with shells, as was her short blue hair, and one of her two pairs of arms was idly playing with them. Instantly Sylphmon arrowed in her direction, skillfully dodging through the crowd that seperated her from the building where the mysterious female 'mon stood. She was pushed and jostled roughly, but she didn't care.
"Hey!" she called. "Hey!" The other 'mon blinked twice and turned in her direction looking for the speaker, brow lightly furrowed. "Over here!" The violet eyes lighted on her and Sylphmon beamed. Now if she could just-
A rough hand grabbed her arm and hauled her about roughly. Sylphmon found herself facing another digimon, the same kind as the one in the white shelled dress, except this one was colored deep blue and had a nasty scowl on her face. "And what do you think you're doing?" she snarled.
"I-I just want to talk to her for a second!" stammered Sylphmon, struggling against the crushing grip on her arm.
The digimon bared sharp teeth. "Damn freeloaders. I told you- no one sees her!" With that, she opened her mouth wide and shrieked. The sound echoed throughout the city and through Sylphmon's body with the force of a pole being rammed through her skull. She flew backwards and slammed into the wall of the neighboring building, her body trembling spasmodically. The last thing she saw before blacking out was the sad violet eyes of the digimon in her vision.