Distant Touch
Part Two
Chapter Three
by
Me-Myself-Mark
-or whatever name I decide to get by the time
you read this-
God.. it's almost a year after I uploaded the last chapter. Sorry? ; I mean, it only takes me five minutes to write things out, then I take so long to actually get to writing them. My excuse this time? I was studying, I was working, and I was writing my novel.
But, hey – good news. If you'll all be nice people and review this chapter, there's more to come. Sooner. As in, in one week.
Yeah, I can do that.
This time, I'm taking Distant Touch for a different ride. Of course, if you want an ending right now, just read this:
'She suddenly got back to the Digital World, where Flamon was waiting for her, ready to embrace her. Her tears and his love combined together to change him back to Takuya, and they kissed, and the Digital World cheered for the love that was meant to be, and the flowers bloomed, and the Harpymon chirped, and the little Divermon in the lake swam, and the Sheepmon baaed, and the Dogmon barked, and everything was perfect and peaceful and lovely in the Digital World.'
If you're not satisfied with that, read on. For a slightly longer tale, that is.
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… And suddenly, it flowed back, like ashes bursting once more into flames.
'Am I returning to him?'
'Yes.'
And suddenly, the voice stopped, and the Trailmon plundered on silently towards the Digital World, silent, but full of my thoughts. I was returning..
..Takuya!
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As the Black Trailmon phased from the Human World to the Digital one, I felt the sensation of being digitized. Have you ever run your hand through a barcode scanner? You feel nothing. What about a TV? The hairs on the back of your hand sort of prick.
The first time I came here, everything was so new that it took my mind of the pain. Then, when I left, I was so happy to be going home that I overcame the pain instantaneously.
Now, with only thoughts of my death filling my mind, the pain shot up into me – every cell of my body was trying to dislodge itself, as I struggled to keep alive, even though I was technically dead. I felt as if I was shadowed by someone.. something.. but I couldn't take it anymore.
I fell on the floor, panting, screaming, shouting, and from within the Trailmon, I heard nothing but a low rumble.
Nobody to help me.
Nowhere.
But I was not a Child of Wind anymore, as a Trailmon had called me back on the pier, was I? I'd grown up. I'd had more experiences. I'd experienced more death in life – in the world, people died every minute and nobody could stop them.
Death is meant to happen, isn't it?
I struggled, raised my hand, and touched the golden brass railing on the edge of the Trailmon. With strenuous effort, I put all of my strength in getting back on my feet, overcoming the shadow that had fallen on me.
You should be flying, a voice said.
Unable to look around, I just lowered my head, panting, resting against the cool metal.
Won't you ask my name?
Unable to talk, I just shook my head slowly.
You're the Warrior of Wind, aren't you?
Unable to do anything else except embrace the pain, my lips opened apart, and a word echoed out from my dismal self – 'Yes..'
Then, fly.
'No..'
Fly..
'Can't..'
Do it.
'How?'
Believe.
'In what?'
In me.
And then, I felt the shadow subside, and I was able to get on my feet again. Trailmon hit a bump in the tracks, and I fell over again.
This time, however, I leapt to my feet again. I have wings, I thought, and prepared to Evolve. I had no 'phone with me – that was somewhere in hospital, but I knew that I'd need wings to find Takuya.
I needed the wind to Evolve.
For that, I ran over to one of the doors and pushed it. Nothing happened, and there was no visible handle in all the darkness. Not to be deterred, I tried again, believing in myself. All of a sudden, a huge gust of energy flew through the compartment, and the Trailmon's door burst open, flying off in the cool midnight air.
'What-' I heard Trailmon shouting, but the wind blocked my ears. It lifted me off my feet, and carried me out of the train and into the Digital World, in the night sky. Energy flowed out of me and back towards the Trailmon tracks, and I heard an explosion, and millions of digital particles dispersing. And as I floated over the plains and lakes of this World, I knew that I could finally fly again.
'Evolution..' I whispered, and the familiar sensation of wind breaking me apart and assembling me again into my Digimon counterpart rose within me.
Wings started to grow.
I'm back.
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An old legend, buried by the sands of the Digital World's unstable time, older than Lucemon himself, exists. Few know of it, but those who do fear it.
The Legend of the Black Spirit.
Which, by some strange trick of coincidence, was exactly was Flamon was learning in that moment. Exactly what the Child of Flame would learn to hate.
Exactly what was wanted of him by fate.
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A Few Words by the Author
Well, I hope that this drabble is enough to get you motivated back in 'Distant Touch: Part Two'.. remember, Reviews motivate me! I figured that rather than ending this in Chapter Three (as was originally planned; read the intro for more details), I should leave it open-ended.
A much darker story might unfold.
Review.
And one week after the third review I receive, the Fourth Chapter shall be online.
- Mark
