Chapter two

The cave was enormous. Erica made him a small bed of leaves to rest on. Now Beelzemon was strange in appearance as well as his habits. When he was ready to sleep and search, he curled up into a tight ball and dug his nose in his metallic looking tail. Erica tried to do the same, but her body was not flexible enough to do so and she didn't have a tail. Beelzemon's eyes (including his third) were shut tight. He was uneasy. This Erica knew. She had to use her race's special ability: sooth the soul of Beelzemon by singing. She knew the right song for him, a love song inspired by the union of shadow and dreams. She started to sing to her troubled savior: "Dear shadow, are you there? Listening to my little prayer. I don't know exactly what to say. I've been told that you love me and calling you would help me if I fall. I should let you have your way. What I guess I'm trying to say is that I need you in my life. I know that I'm tired of living in the past. I'd like to take on a change deep inside. I believe that this is one that will last, so here's my heart, it's been broken, it's been wounded. But I'll give it all to you if you would love me. Here's my life, if you want it, you can have it. I will give it all to you because you love me and your love is all I need" Erica sang quietly to her new friend. "The second verse is up to you, my shadow angel. I know that someday you will find love in another kind" Erica gave a brief message to Beelzemon. Inside his mind, he was trying to look back at his distant past. "My mother, I remember some qualities from her. Now it's like I inherit nothing from her. I remember her voice, how it made me warm and safe. If I gain nothing from her, then I must take after my father. Now I never knew him. But I do remember how he abused my mother. I never got a chance to avenge her. The thought of it makes me angry beyond my limits. No! I can't get angry! If I have a heart, I don't want to darken it further. It would be unwise" he thought. He mentally was preparing mentally for the next confrontation, what he would say if he ever met up with his two tamers, Ai and Mako, again. Suddenly, a pure white wolf appeared in front of Beelzemon. "What do you want?" he asked. The wolf glared at him. She was different from most wolves he had seen. She had green eyes; similar to his when he was Impmon. Around them, snow was everywhere. The she-wolf leaned on her haunches and howled. "Who are you to me?" Beelzemon asked. "You already know of me, my son. I shall guide you through your life in the past so you can have gentle peace inside" she spoke to him in thought speak. "Who are you?" Beelzemon asked. "I am Syllva, former queen of light. I lost my life to have you. You are supposed to be the prince. But you are a dark type. I see some good in you. You, my son, rescued one who you could not even aquatint to. You deserve my help" she answered. "You mean that I'm half wolf? I need to know!" he exclaimed waking up. "Need to know what?" Erica asked. "Erica… I just had the creepiest dream. A pure white wolf… she said that she was my mother" he sat up. "I'm sorry if I woke you. You were getting restless and I sang to you" she smiled at him. "She seems so alive when she smiles at me. I get all warm on the inside. Why? Am I in lo… don't think things like that. A light type could never love a darkness type" he thought. "Hey Erica, has there ever been a light type called Syllva?" Beelzemon asked. "I believe there was. She was a pure white wolf, similar to the one you described. She was supposed to be a virgin, until she had a son. He was supposed to be killed because he was a light and darkness combined and light lords feared the combination" she answered. "I can't stay here. Some other place is calling me" Beelzemon stood up. "She doesn't want me to leave. But I have to. I must face Syllva on my own. Oh no! I'm torn! I need to go, I need to stay" he thought worriedly. This was weakness. An unwise choice could lead to a downfall. He had no choice. He had to bring her. He motioned his head for her to follow him and she did respectfully. In this situation, Beelzemon was her alpha and a good one. "Erica, you've been a great help for me and I'm grateful. So, you can come with me" Beelzemon told her. Erica was slowly shifting her love from her former life to traveling with this darkness type. And Beelzemon enjoyed her companionship. With her, he learned new things. His first lesson was how to rob a rabbit snare. Beelzemon tried shooting it down and this only made Erica displeased. After a few tries, Erica stepped in and cut off the rabbit's foot. "How did you…" he asked in shock. "Well when one lives alone, one must know survival skills. Right?" Erica winked at him. Beelzemon felt his body go hot. "I'm such a fool. Why did I never think of that?" he thought. The two enjoyed a hard earned meal. "So, where are heading off to?" Erica asked. "To some snowy tundra. I think I was supposed to go there to begin with. That's where I'll find my heart. But going back means facing the past and I've running from it for far too long. Plus Syllva, she wants me" Beelzemon answered. "Syllva's dead, Beelzemon. Believe me. I would know. Malomyotismon killed her" Erica revealed the shocking truth to her now very close friend. "Then what I saw…it didn't exist. Didn't it?" he asked. "Well, what you saw just might have existed. It must have been a spirit of the tundra" Erica tried to lighten up Beelzemon. It helped some. "She said the most unbelievable things. The thing that confuses me the most is that she said that she was my mother. Digimon don't have parents" Beelzemon was trying to sound smart. "Maybe not. There is a tundra where it always snows. Maybe we should go there" Erica suggested. "Alright" Beelzemon nodded in agreement.