The Digimon Adventure 01

A Combination Of Seasons 01, 02, 03, and 04

Episode #21

Reunion Of Friends

As the escaped group of Digimon made their way down the mountain towards the river, the sun rose slowly into the sky. They finally came to the river, where they all slipped silently into the water, even Gatomon.

Nomon sighed as she lowered herself into the cool water. "I don't remember the last time I was in a river." she whispered to the others. They all smiled, the water felt really good on their aches, pains and cuts. Usamon, Terriermon, and Lopmon made a raft with their ears and they all slipped slowly down stream, to the safe haven that Hawkmon had promised.

After half wading, half swimming for at least two miles, Hawkmon began to make towards the western bank. "All right, if we haven't been found by any dark forces by now, chances are that we won't be." he said. After helping the others out of the water, they traveled for a time through the thinning wood.

Suddenly, the female Nomon picked up her ears and stood for a few seconds, listening. "I hear blades, harvesting. Are we close Hawkmon?"

Hawkmon listened also. He closed his eyes and smiled. "Yes, we are getting closer."

"Hey Kuzumon?" Mark asked.

"Yes?"

"I was wondering, do you have any kind of plan? I mean, this world must be humongous, where can we find our friends?"

"Well, we are right now traveling towards a small farming community; I figure that your friends would have probably stopped by there for a meal and a place to sleep. They can tell us some useful information if they have." Kuzumon said smiling.

"Wow, this is going to be such an adventure!" Mark said smiling back at Kuzumon.

As they traveled, the sun climbed higher in the sky. They stopped again for lunch and a nap, they really weren't in any kind of rush. As they slept singing could be heard, and it was growing louder. Mark sat up, and Kuzumon was awoken as well.

"What's up?" Kuzumon asked Mark.

"I don't know... sounds like someone's coming down the road." Mark said.

Kuzumon frowned a bit. "Perhaps we should get out of sight, just in case."

"Kuzumon, now why on earth would they be singing such a happy song if they were dangerous?" Mark reasoned.

"You never know." Kuzumon said. "These days, anything could happen, and Digimon aren't as nice as they used to be."

"Gee sounds like Home." Mark said sadly. Hearing the footfalls of the travelers now, Mark and Kuzumon ducked down behind an especially large root of a nearby tree.

"...Eurus...

...Afer Ventus ...

...so the world goes round and round

with all you ever knew -

They say the sky high above

is Caribbean blue...

...Borwas...

...Zephryus...

...if all you told was turned to gold,

if all you dreamed was new,

imagine sky high above

is Caribbean blue...

...Eurus...

Afer Ventus...

...Boreas

Zephryus...

...Africus..."

"Wow, they're good." Mark thought to Kuzumon.

"Yes but, nimium ne crede colori: Trust not too much to a beautiful complexion, or in this case, a beautiful song." Kuzumon thought back.

"I guess, but I'm sneaking a look." thought Mark. He peeked his head just above the tree root, enough to see the passing caravan, traveling the same way they were. There were Gatomon, Veemon, Toocanmon, Bucchimon, Lopmon, Terriermon, Usamon, Opossummon, Salamon, Palmon, Armordillomon, Agumon, Biyomon, and their related forms, all dressed with bright shawls, cloth and jewelry. Almost all of them were dancing and singing. There were white covered wagons, being pulled by Monochromon.

Suddenly Mark and Kuzumon were lifted into the air by an Antylamon. "Hello there." she said softly. Kuzumon glared at Mark in a kind of 'I-told-you-so' way. Mark smiled and shrugged. "Now you boys wouldn't happen to be lost, would you?" she asked them in the same soft voice.

"No no, we're just traveling ... " Mark said. "... along the road ... " He smiled weakly. "... in the same direction ... "

"Ah I see. I tell you what, why don't you travel with us? We are going the same direction after all."

"You mean that we could come along with you?" Mark asked eagerly.

"Yes." replied Antylamon, smiling. "Come with me." She put them down and began walking towards the passing caravan. Mark and Kuzumon picked up their packs and walking sticks, and ran after her.

"Mark! I told you to stay hidden!" Kuzumon thought angrily.

I was, until that Antylamon came up from behind us! Besides, she's offering us a ride, and they all look so nice … " Mark thought back.

"Trust not too much a … " Kuzumon began again.

"Oh can it." Mark thought playfully, and smiled. They quickly caught up with Antylamon, who lifted them up onto a caravan wagon next to the driving Armordillomon who was wearing a straw hat and overalls.

"Howdy!" he said in a cheerful type manner. "Ma' name's Armordillomon! And who might you be?"

"We might be wanting to keep our business to ourselves." Kuzumon said, folding his wing-hands and closing his eyes.

"Aw, don't mind him, he's just worried." said Mark. "My name is Mark, and this is Kuzumon."

"Glad to meet ya!" Armordillomon said. They traveled for a few moments in silence, until Armordillomon said, "We here gypsies are traveling around, and our mystics tell that there's war a brewing ... we will all be needed if there is battle. How about you? Are you going to fight?"

This news greatly alarmed Kuzumon and Mark. "You mean, the fighting is about to start?" Kuzumon asked with panic. "We are supposed to be at the battle front, with the others ..."

"I understand your frustration, but just stay with us, and we can get you to the battle front, and do training on the way." Armordillomon said. "We may be able to sing and dance well, but we are also able to fight like no one else."

"Training? You mean like learning how to fight?" Mark asked Armordillomon.

"Yes." Armordillomon replied, quite matter-of-factly.

"Kuzumon, this sounds like a really good idea, do you think that we should stay here?" Mark asked his partner.

"Well, I guess that we could, it would be beneficial, and we would eventually meet up with everyone ... " Kuzumon began.

"Great!" Mark finished. "This is going to be great Kuzumon, you'll see."

As Mel, Charpimon, Lexxy, Ryoshi and Vishomon worked, a bell sounded. A simultaneous sigh went up from the field workers. "Lunch Time!"

"Yay!" cried Mel and Charpimon. They ran towards the lunch tables, and were the first there.

"Oh good. Now that your hear, you can help me set the tables!" said the pretty Guilmon maiden as Mel and Charpimon arrived at the tables. Their faces fell, but they obliged. "By the way, my name is PanDulse."

"Yes, I recognize you from before." said Charpimon as she set a few plates down on the table. "Are you related to Pan, the clan leader?"

"Yes, I'm his sister daughter." she said smiling.

"Sister Daughter? How can you be his sister and his daughter at the same time?" asked Mel, rather dreading the answer.

Charpimon and PanDulse exchanged glances and burst out laughing; almost dropping the plates they were holding. "You're so funny Mel!" said PanDulse. "I'm not his sister AND his daughter, I'm his sister's daughter."

"Oh, you mean you're his niece."

"What's a niece?" asked Charpimon and PanDulse.

"A niece is a sister daughter, I guess." said Mel simply.

"Oh!" Charpimon and PanDulse exclaimed. They continued to giggle and talk until others began to arrive. There were all sorts of good breads, fruits, vegetables, and meats to eat. Mel and Charpimon were beginning to drool over the food. As the Guilmon gave thank and blessed the food, a group of strangers appeared at the edge of the clearing.

As the darkness lifted, Caleb could see that he was strapped against the northern cliff face, where the sun was beginning to rise. He looked down and had to quickly close his eyes again, because he thought he could see clouds moving underneath his feet. If he wasn't careful, he would be sick. Instead, he tried looking over to his right and left. On his right Elsemon was also tied to the mountain side.

"Elsemon ... " he said, trying to call to his partner, but his voice was still weak, and the wind was blowing hard now. He looked to his left, and there was Michael, and Darikomon in that order. "Where is Karasumon, or Rosie? I knew it! Karasumon is a traitor! She must have taken Rosie somewhere!" he thought bitterly.

He looked forwards again, and saw the huge hovering shape of the evil one, Kurayamimon. He tried to call out to him, but his voice was totally gone now. He could see that Kurayamimon was dressed in fine robes and had armor on his face, arms, legs and wings. He was standing upon a dark circle of moving shapes and symbols, muttering a spell or incantation of some sort. Suddenly he opened his closed eyes, and they burned a bright gold. "NOW!"

Hawkmon hobbled toward the group of Guilmon. Panting hard he managed to say, "I am a warrior of the Sanctified Fire, and I call for your aid." and then he collapsed.

Lexxy turned toward the group and saw Nomon as she emerged from the bushes. With a cry she stumbled forwards and ran up to Nomon, to catch her in her arms. "Nomon! Nomon it's really you ! I'm so sorry!" she cried, bathing Nomon's face with tears.

Nomon returned just as many tears and hugged Lexxy tightly. "I'm so very sorry Lexxy, I shouldn't have ... " Nomon began, but another sob shook her body.

During this joyful reunion, The other two Nomon were helping Hawkmon to his feet. He looked over at Nomon and Lexxy where they were, and mumbled, "Mushy ... "

Nomon overheard, and playfully batted at Hawkmon with her tail. Suddenly she burst out laughing. All the built up stress came out and soon both Lexxy and Nomon were hugging and laughing and crying all at the same time.

To Be Continued ...