Rediscovering Destiny
By theladyknight
Disclaimer: Digimon—not mine!
Inconnu: I don't think I've ever read the word "lovely" that much before. Lol. But it's all good. Glad you got the internet back, though I've told you that before!
DJ-SD: It's a good cd; don't you think? I just bought his new one a week ago, and I've probably worn it out. It helps me focus when I'm trying to write stuff. The song just seemed to fit with the story…do you agree?
A Hopeless Romantic: I'm going to say it now, and keep this in mind for the entire story: Everything I write holds some sort of purpose. I try to foreshadow big time and leave a lot of clues as to different events. If something isn't clear now, chances are that it will be in the future…or I wrote it and didn't think about what I'm writing to you now. Lol. The flashback question can be answered by what I just wrote. No, I don't know what happened to Dark White Wolf. Last time I checked, she had began posting under another name and sort of drifted from the digimon section. I know where Wandering Rain is, but I'm still trying to figure out where crazyamzy disappeared to…
Kuroi Black Nightingale: Yes, romantic tension will be involved, and yes, this will be a pretty long fic. 30 chapters if I'm not mistaken.
Sorato-takari: An essay on the first day of school? That sucks. Even my teachers weren't that mean.
Ballet Kitty: Like I said before, there will be some michi in the flashbacks, but there will be no defined Mimi coupling.
Watase Jr.: Practice, practice, practice and more practice. Believe me, when I first started writing, it was horrible. I can help you out if you want me to, but the best thing you can do is to keep writing. You learn and develop the more you do things. –whispers- The flashbacks do hold a very big part in this story. In a nutshell, Sora went to give Yamato cookies before his concert. Taichi met her there and subtly asked her if she was going to the concert with anyone. She said no because she wanted to be available in case Yamato was free afterward. Taichi pushed her forward into the concert hall and encouraged her to go to Yamato. During the concert, digimon attack it. Sora gets caught in the hall, looking for Biyomon, and a bunch of boards come flying towards her. Yamato runs over and basically pushes her out of harm's way. I think that's about it, or at least all I can think of. So, hope I answered your questions!
Mrs. Ishida-to-you: Glad I'm not alone in that thought!
Shadow's song: Thank you for the patience and dedication!
JyouraKoumi: Yeah, my aunt lives down by New Orleans, and it took a couple of days for us to get in contact with her. But she was fine, and her house is all right.
Moppy: Add this chapter in, and you've got the introduction to the story. But more about that at the bottom.
Eiliriel: Emotionally driven chapter. Hmm…I kind of like the sound of that. I'm sure more of those will come!
Wishinstahhz: Sora's not the only one who has changed…
Calare: I don't think I actually answered the question though. So therefore, I am still not evil. I'm just twisted. :D Extra bonus points? Do I get any this chapter? I hope so. Lol. Thanks for all the nice words, as always.
Chapter 10: And I Won't Forget
It happened in the most unexpected of ways. There he was, powerless and feeling incapacitated, trapped behind an opaque screen of nothingness. There was no escape. There was no difference between night and day. There was nothing at all.
But then…there was something.
He awoke from his forced slumber, eyes turning into tiny slits at the outside force. Dark energy; glorious dark light! Streaming into the depths of the bubble he'd been confined to, this power soaked into his body like he was a sponge. And more just kept coming to him. Day and night, he fed upon the negative energy, slowly regaining his strength and wits.
But who was providing him with such a source of nourishment?
Surely that human-lover Gennai still controlled the two worlds. He was a crazy czar, a benevolent dictator…everyone was stupid for believing he was looking out for them. He had the four guardians wrapped around his crooked little fingers. And certainly these omniscient guardians would be monitoring and maintaining the flow of positive and negative vibes in the world.
He was pretty sure it was not a result of his brethren. His fool of a father—if he'd even honor the creature by calling him that—had not been heard of in millennia. Not that he cared. That manipulating idiot Apocalymon was long gone too. Devimon, the fallen Angel of Light and the witch LadyDevimon that he made his queen of hell, were defeated by Light and Hope, two of the most insignificant of forces. And Myotismon ran out of all his lives, choosing to throw them away without doing anything. They were all weak. None were worthy of ruling the digital world and wielding a power that had never been seen before. That just left him, the most worthy and the smartest.
In his opinion, at least.
But still, how did he absorb all of this spectacular energy that now was releasing him from his bonds? The digidestined also controlled…unless…
Yes, he recalled the prophecy foretold during the defeat of his father and eldest brother. "But the last son was the most dangerous. The twelve children would temporarily lock him into darkness. But he would feed off the darkness, gaining more power, ready to strike when they destroyed the digital world."
No one would think that he'd listen to the prophecies they foretold. Did all assume he was stupid? He knew what they were saying about him. Observation was everything. One does not necessarily learn things by talking. By listening and being as silent as the night sky, he understood what was foretold of him. The prophecy to his kingship was being fulfilled before his eyes. Nothing could stop his takeover.
It was child's play now. The damn children had given up. Gennai had no power. The digital world was his for the taking. The guardians now would be the ones confined to the abyss of darkness along with those blasted digimon the digidestined all had.
He broke through the invisible bonds. The time was now. Daemon was not stupid. It was time to gain what was rightfully his…
"Fair is foul, and foul is fair,"
Ken glanced up at his mentor, confused at the paradox that greeted him. The others retired to bed per Gennai's request. It would be a long day, and they were not accustomed to the atmosphere of this "new digital world". They needed all the strength and revitalization sleep could provide. "I don't quite follow you, Gennai."
The man slowly treaded to his bookshelf, brushing the dust off the ancient cover of an, obviously, human book. "Fair is foul, and foul is fair; hover through the fog and filthy air." Ken didn't look anymore understanding. On the contrary, he was even more confused. "Shakespeare's Macbeth."
"So?" He was familiar with the work of literature but didn't see the underlying meaning or relevance of it. "It's good you have some literature that you appreciate, but I don't see how it plays into the situation we find ourselves in."
"Let's examine the line, then. What the witches are saying translates into good is bad, and bad is good, hidden behind darkness and trouble."
One of the few annoyances Ken had with Gennai was his "teacher mode" at a time when he didn't want to nor felt the need to be taught. "I really do not understand you, Gennai. It's a paradox. How can something be bad and good at the same time?"
"You have to realize, my friend that the quote refers to appearances and the deceiving nature they can take on. Look at the rest of the chosen. There is good inside every one of them; there is no question in my mind. But they have opted to hide that good ethical being deep inside them, allowing their crests to malfunction and backfire. Do you remember the story I told you about Taichi when he first got his crest?" He quickly nodded, wanting the digital being to get back to his story. "By allowing his vice of cowardice to take over, Taichi forfeited his digimon's power to digivolve until he managed to regain his courage and understanding of why it was his best asset."
"So, you mean that there's a sort of anti-crest to each of our crests?" Gennai merely nodded, feeling no explanation was needed for this. "Is that what made it possible for Daemon to take over?" Another thought stuck Ken. "Does that mean that even if we find the digimon, it will be of no use because they will go through a dark-digivolution?"
Gennai held up a hand, setting down the play in his hands and motioning for Ken to take a seat. "I will answer all of your questions. Yes, they are "anti-crests" in a sense, but there is no tangible crest to stand for each. Sir Isaac Newton once proved that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. In our case, the action is the pure, positive feelings the crests represent. Unfortunately the negative thoughts and feelings the destined have allowed to take over pulled the reaction, a dark energy, out into the digital world. And that gave Daemon the ability to break free from the Dark Ocean and initiate his takeover."
"What does each person's anti-crest symbolize?"
"First, I'm going to offer an explanation for your question regarding the digimon. By forfeiting his or her crest, each person was responsible for locking up his or her partner. One by one, as these negative reactions to things the chosen did and said came into existence, the digimon were thrown in an abyss of darkness, similar to where the four guardians are being locked. However, it is possible to destroy the bonds confining the digidestined's partners. By rediscovering individual crests and the traits the higher powers bestowed on each chosen, one by one the digimon will be free and will have the ability to digivolve normally rather then for the dark side."
Ken wasn't ready to interrupt, and the digital being knew this. "Obviously Taichi's anti-crest is cowardice. Agumon was locked away when Taichi fled from his home without any notice to anyone else. One knows running from a problem will not find an answer. That is what Taichi must discover soon. Yamato's crest of friendship is opposite to the feelings of animosity and enmity. Friendship is such a valuable asset to anyone. But as connection was lost between everyone and mistakes made, Yamato lost faith in its abilities. He must realize again that friendship knocks down walls, while hatred and loathing only build them higher."
"Sora's anti-crest is apathy."
"Wait a minute. Isn't hatred the opposite of love?"
A weak smile graced the being's face. "Everyone is always quick to assume that. But loving and hatred have something in common: to show those traits is to feel something. Apathy is the complete opposite. If one is apathetic, he or she could care less. Sora needs to understand that relationships and tattered bonds cannot be fixed on their own. She must seek out those, like Yamato, and work out things between them if she hopes to see Piyomon once more. "
"Hope and Light are easy to tell. The Prayer of Saint Francis, used by Christians, actually lists this within it: where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light…"
Ken, in his days as Digimon Emperor with the dark spore embedded in his body, had once known that prayer. But something did not strike true with it. "But doesn't the same prayer say that 'Where there is hatred, let me sow love'? Wouldn't that make love the antithesis of hatred?"
"It's a commonly preconceived notion that the opposite of love is hate. But as I explained before, to hate is to show an emotion. If you are apathetic towards a person, you can be even crueler than to hate him or her. Just look at the way Sora is to Yamato."
He had to agree with Gennai on that one. "I think I understand why Takeru and Hikari have given up. Takeru has basically become his anti-crest under the Chosen of Despair. And Hikari seems to have given into the darkness after everything that has happened."
"Correct. They both need to use each other along with everyone else to find their traits once more. Takeru and Hikari must be under the impression that they are not alone and that everyone believes there is a chance to succeed."
"Mimi's anti-crest is indulgence. Hollywood transformed her pure and sincere self and took it away from us. In order for her to return to the way she used to be, she has to show the same selflessness and caring for others that she once did. Jyou's reliability is the opposite of his now ambition. It's not as obvious as Macbeth's in the play, but didn't Jyou leave the group so he could focus on his studies? That reason is not greedy or overly ambitious, but the way he's gone about things since then has made it that way. Gomamon will come back once Jyou can conquer this and know that the others really do depend on him. Ignorance took over Koushiro. Yes, he still carries his great knowledgeable mind, but he gave into the bad side. Look at his occupation. It spells that out. He needs to be greeted by a taste of good knowledge and what it can accomplish."
It was a lot of information to take in for one night. Ken had no idea why Gennai hadn't brought it up before, but he was too tired to ask. But there was still one question that haunted his mind. "Do I have an anti-crest?"
"Everyone has an anti-crest buried deep within themselves, be they digidestined or not. Our anti-crest is the opposite of our strongest trait. At times, this negative karma will flow from us, but it only succeeds in anarchy if we let it. We have to take a stand against it and realize our flaw before it's too late. Cruelty and malice were your vices. However, you fought with their destructive powers as Digimon Emperor and successfully warded them off. For that reason, you knew to avoid them now, and that is why you find yourself with your crest and digimon." Gennai paused, placing a hand on Ken's shoulder. "I think that's about all the bad news you can handle for one day. Things will hopefully look up in the morning. Tomorrow is a new day…"
"Why are we leaving so early?" Mimi moaned as she let out another yawn. The sun's rays were beginning to dance around in the sky. Too bad no one else had the same energy. It was early, too early for most of them. The digital world and the time change was unlike anything they could remember. Everyone, with the exception of Ken, felt drained and sleepy. Daemon's dark world was feeding off their still negative feelings for each other, and the anti-crests that were hidden behind the surface.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
"I'm pretty sure we all ready covered that, Mimi."
"Shove it, Tai," she venomously shot back. "It was a rhetorical question."
"Wow, big vocabulary word. How long did it take you to learn that one?"
If his counting was precise, Ken was certain this was argument number twenty-three since Gennai had ushered them out of his house half an hour ago. Sure, each one had been a tiny little skirmish, but they'd been as annoying as hell. He assumed everyone, in their tired cranky state, would either behave two ways. Ken was hoping and praying they'd just avoid each other. Avoidance meant no fights, no insults and no chance of alerting Daemon and his flunkies where their coordinates were.
But did that happen? Dream on…
First it had been the debate about which direction to go. Then the argument arose regarding why they were up so early. From there, insults were flung left and right. No one would cooperate with one another. It was a jumbled soap opera. Ken was still trying to figure out who was on good terms with another so he could get something worked out. But at the moment, nothing was going right.
"You think you're so great…"
"I think I'm so great? Please do us all a favor and look in the mirror then."
"How dare you!"
"Would you kindly shut the hell up?" Yamato barked at the two arguing teens. "Some of us could care less how big each of your egos are. I can't even hear myself think."
Takeru gave his brother a very incredulous look. "This coming from the famous rock star? Maybe you should check your own inflated head out."
"Do the same while you're at it, Mr. Chosen of Despair." Kari's hands flew to her hips as she stared the younger blond in the eye.
"Wait a minute. You're the Chosen of Despair?" Yamato couldn't believe it. "You were the one writing all the shit about me? I asked you if you had any idea who it was, and you blatantly lied to my face!"
"Could you be any blonder?" Sora let off a haughty laugh. "How could you not see that it was Takeru? Didn't you know anything about your brother, Yama? Maybe you're more to blame for failed relationships than I thought."
"Stay out of it. You have no idea what you're talking about."
"Why don't you make me stay out of it?"
"Why don't you both shut up?" Jyou yelled.
"Why don't you shut up?" Sora and Yamato bellowed in unison.
The aspiring doctor shrank back. "Sorry I said anything. Sorry I'm even here at all. It's not like I'm doing any good. But then again, none of the rest of you are either. So I fit right in."
"You'd probably know stuff about us if you kept in touch."
Miyako couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You're not one to talk about keeping in touch, Tachikawa. Anytime someone tried to contact you, all he or she got was a picture that said "with love, Mimi". How is that keeping in touch?"
"Well I'm pretty sure I never got anything from you either, Miyako, and we lived a floor apart." Iori had stayed out of the majority of the arguments, using that avoidance technique Ken had been hoping everyone would. But he was tired, crabby and very fed up of people trying to throw pity parties for themselves. "Bring some cheese and crackers to go with your wine."
"Iori, did you try and keep in touch with any one of us?" Koushiro demanded. "Because, in the span of five years, I think I heard from you once." The boy's ears tinted pink. "That's what I thought."
Daisuke rolled his eyes. "You probably sat in front of a computer everyday, Koushiro. Wouldn't that give you a good chance to e-mail and talk to people?"
Foul is fair, and fair is foul.
Ken let out a monstrous groan, not caring a bit if the Dark One's forces heard him. This was completely and utterly ridiculous! They were best friends, partners…sure they were allowed to fight, but not like this. "Arguing is getting us absolutely nowhere. Would you all just STOP TALKING?" He hadn't lost his temper like that in a long time. Finally, it happened, but Ken was glad it was this way. Kindness and cordiality were out the window. If they were to accomplish anything, maybe being rude was the way to go. "I'm sick of all your bitching and bickering. Now I don't give a rat's ass about how much you hate another member of the team, or why you want to go home. We're stuck here until we fix the chaos we've caused. And if we're going to be here together, we are going to be tolerant of one another. Everyone here is part of the team, and we were all friends at one point in our life. Can you all not remember that…"
"Make-up? I don't know guys. I'm all for looking good, but isn't this a little feminine?"
Yamato snickered from his seat a few yards away as a plump woman dabbed some powder on Taichi's face. The bearer of courage flinched as her long pink nails came into contact with his face again. "It's for the camera, Tai," Sora giggled as she, too, was entertained by Taichi's reluctance for make-up.
"Why isn't this bothering you, Yama?"
He let out a bored yawn as a different woman touched up his make-up. "We do this for the band when there's television gigs. At first the guys and I were a little freaked out, but we've gotten used to this."
"Make-up is for girls!"
"I don't know," Yamato glanced at the pretty redhead a few seats away from him. "Not everyone needs make-up…"
"I know I don't!"
Sora grinned back at her boyfriend. "I don't quite think he was referring to you, Tai."
"Yeah, you're one of those people that doesn't even benefit from A LOT of this stuff…"
"Wow, look at this selection of food!"
Koushiro laughed as both Daisuke and Ken's eyes grew to the size of saucers. The whole group had survived make-up, hair and seen more clothes in the dressing rooms than in all their apartments put together, even Mimi's. Now, they patiently awaited their first live interview in the green room. Food was all over the place, but despite how appetizing it appeared and how their mouths were beginning to water, no one ate it. Getting sick in front of millions of viewers and hundreds of studio guests would not be a good thing.
Mimi was trying her best not to bite her freshly manicured nails as her nerves kicked in. She stood in a corner by Miyako, Kari and Sora, all babbling on about who knows what. They were each nervous, and it was very apparent in their behavior. "I hope we're not this jittery on the screen," Hikari let out a light laugh.
"You can say that again," Sora's eyes looked around the room, hoping something familiar would calm her nerves. It appeared everyone was a bit out of character as the minutes till their interview began lessened. Sure, they were hanging out and repeating habitual actions, but none of the results came off as very normal. Yamato and Takeru were sitting on one of the leather couches, locked in some sort of video game.
"Jeez, Yama. Can't you even put up a fight? That's the fifth straight time I've beaten you?"
The older teen glared at his brother. "Shove it, Keru. I can kick your butt no problem when we play this back in Odaiba."
"Well, what's your excuse here?"
"Jet lag."
Taichi, Ken and Daisuke were attempting to explain the game of soccer to Koushiro, Iori and Jyou. The latter couldn't seem to grasp the finer points of the game, and it was beginning to drive the three soccer stars mad.
"So what exactly is the point of the game?"
It seemed like Tai's eyes cut a hole through the blue-haired boy. "What's the point? You want to score goals. A goal is scored anytime the ball crosses over the goal line."
"But what's the point?" Iori repeated the question. "Why's soccer so great. No offense guys, but it's really not that entertaining to watch."
"What's not to like?" Daisuke couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What isn't there to like? There's such a rush out there when you're playing. And it's amazing to watch the individual skills of each player, and how he or she uses those talents to help out the team. It's an individual sport and a team one. And on the plus side, it can get kind of physical, and you get a chance to trip someone or knock them over without getting yelled at. Most of the time, at least."
Koushiro was trying his best not to laugh. "I don't think I've ever gotten that impression from watching it."
"Haven't we had this conversation too many times before? Why are we repeating it again? The three of us have done everything in our power to convince you of the finer points regarding the sport, yet I'm fairly confident none of it is sinking in." Ken shook his head. "But as much as I'd like to continue this stalemate of an argument, it looks like it's time for the interview to start…"
"Yes, let's hear it once again for the saviors of our world." Daisuke didn't like the sound of the host's voice. He'd come to loath it within the very first seconds of the interview. It was completely fake, cloaked with sugary sweetness. Apparently, the man assumed the chosen would spill everything in their souls if he patronized them. I think he misjudged us. "So, how would you all begin to describe the immense changes in your lives since becoming celebrities?"
"We're the same normal people." Jyou unsteadily said, biting his lip in confusion. "Why would we be any different? It's not like we really did anything to deserve all this celebrity treatment?"
"Certainly you did. You saved our world!"
Koushiro ran a hand through his hair. "We weren't the only ones, nor are we the only set of digidestined. I think they deserve more of an honor and lauding than we do." He looked around at his friends. "Don't you guys?"
"Yeah,"
"Of course,"
"Definitely,"
"My, aren't the lot of you humble?" Clearly, the host hadn't been anticipating answers like that. "But, truly, you cannot deny that you did nothing."
Taichi gave a sheepish smile. "It's kind of difficult to deny that. But we didn't do anything spectacular. We just did what we had to do. The digital world is our second home. And we couldn't let MaloMyotismon destroy it or the real world."
The host looked incredibly baffled. His eyes searched around, hoping for some sort of commercial break or interruption.
But there was none.
"I'm going to pretend I understand what you just said. How about we turn things over to the audience. I know they're all anxious to ask some questions. You there, in the pink; why don't you start us off?"
The teenage girl, probably in her later years, giggled at being addressed by the famous host. She turned her attention to the group and blushed crimson. "My question is for Matt." She received no answer, no acknowledgement that he had heard her. "Matt?"
The digidestined whispered among themselves, as lost as the host was. "Who's Matt?" Hikari whispered to Miyako.
"I have no idea,"
Yamato and Iori exchanged confused glances. The audience gossiped around them, wondering why he hadn't answered the questions. "Yamato, she's talking to you. Matt is what they'd call you here in America." Mimi nudged him.
"It's Yamato," he finally answered her.
"Oh…well, my question is…" Giggle, "Are you," giggle, "single? Or are you taken?" Giggle.
The audience laughed along with the question as Yamato comprehended it. Things were hard enough with the whole Japanese-English barrier. Anyone who thought they could naturally come to another country and understand everything said to them and know exactly how to say everything they were thinking needed to be shot in the head. He and the others had studied English in school, but there was something a lot different about classes and actual situations. One cannot capture every element of a language unless he or she experiences it. There's no way dialects, slang and pronunciations can be covered one hundred percent in classes. Yama knew all the others were experiencing the same thing. And if you add that into the questions—particularly this question—and the rest of the stress they were experiencing from the interviews, well, this wasn't the easiest thing.
He casually glanced at Sora, catching her eye and hoping that she could somehow channel the right words into his mind. They had discussed this beforehand and mentioned their conclusion the others. Don't talk about the relationship; keep it hidden for now. Really, was it anyone else's business that they were together? The media would just blow things out of proportion and probably send the relationship on one-way trip to inexistence.
"I'm only fourteen," was the answer he came up with. "Nothing is serious at fourteen." He really hoped he wasn't offending Sora by anything he said. He'd have to pull her aside later and explain his logic to her. Maybe buy her some flowers or something to go with it. "Serious relationships shouldn't be…leapt?...into at this age. And if, per say, I was involved with someone, I probably would choose not to inform the media…"
Twenty-two minutes and forty-six seconds later, the interview was over. The host and his audience members had thrown every possible question at the group of chosen. Iori nearly got ignored, as the crowd wanted to focus on the older children. But the chosen managed to keep him involved. Daisuke and Taichi were drilled about their hair. The questions centered a lot around the girls, and truthfully, it didn't really bother the guys. Jyou and Koushiro opted to answer the more challenging questions while Ken and Yamato were plagued by their looks and constantly repeated what Yamato had stated earlier.
"Too bad that was just the first of many interviews," Jyou sighed as they all strolled back into the green room.
"I was expecting it to be a lot worse," Iori stated. "But I guess, considering I hardly answered any questions, that would explain a lot."
Daisuke grinned down at the younger boy. "Hey, I would've gladly traded with you."
"Me too," Ken collapsed onto one of the chairs. "If another girl asks me about…"
"I will personally see to it that she doesn't talk about you," Miyako was fuming, mumbling the threat to Kari. The brunette did everything she could not to laugh, and Takeru caught onto the joke as well.
"Just imagine our team as a famous band, Iori. There are the ones the girls flock to, the goofy ones, the geniuses, the pretty girls and then us: the ones everyone looks up to. That's where we fit into, my friend." the younger blond supplied.
Yamato fought the urge to laugh. "I know which category I fit into, but I'm not sure about you, little brother." Sora coughed rather noticeably. "Of course, we're both in the role model category."
"Well, at least one good thing came out of it," Taichi boldly pronounced.
"What's that?" both Mimi and Sora wondered.
He wore a goofy smile as he loaded up his plate. "We can't let this food go to waste. Let's eat…"
"I don't know if you all remember those good times we shared as friends or if you just choose not to. But if we're ever going to save this land or even think about going back to earth, then you'd better remember them. Like it or not."
"Ken, maybe you should…"
"Let me finish, Koushiro. I don't know for sure how we're all supposed to mend our broken relationships, but Gennai and I both think that…"
Mimi's ears perked up. "Ken, you really need to…"
"Let me finish!" he shouted out. "…we're all going to have to do it individually somehow. We don't know for certain what it will require of us, but…"
Taichi pushed Ken down as clumps of trash came soaring at him. "Maybe you should stop talking about that and figure out what the hell is going on here right now!"
The bearer of kindness looked around and mentally kicked himself. He had constantly been berating the others for yelling and shouting, only to realize he had done it himself. And he had led the Dark One's spies to their coordinates. This is just fantastic.
"Duck!" Iori cried out as another round of materials shot out at them. "What do we do, Ken?"
"We have to run," he shouted back as the group of digimon—previously unknown to him—rapidly advanced on them.
The four Garbagemon got ready to fire again. No one wanted to face them, but there was no way all twelve could run in the same direction. The Garbagemon had them clumped in groups of three, separated and ready to be wiped out.
"Run!" Ken shouted. "We'll all have to meet up later! Our digivices will guide us to each other. Be smart about who you trust! You have to be careful out here. We'll all meet up soon!" he cried out, before ducking behind the tree and then running after Miyako and Daisuke.
Taichi, Koushiro and Hikari all made a mad dash for the closest group of trees, hoping their dense area would provide refuge till they could figure out what could be done. While that group headed west, Iori, Jyou and Mimi fled to the east, choosing to run straight down a wooden road towards a bridge. They had no plan other than to escape death, if only for the time being. And the last group, Yamato, Takeru and Sora, sprinted north, seeing a large hilly region in the backdrop and hoping that would provide them some shelter and safety.
Ken forced himself to avoid all the roots and trees as he followed the other two through the forest. The Garbagemon was beginning to fall back, unable to keep up with their rigorous speed. He couldn't believe it had come to this. Just when they all needed to be together, they ended up separate. And it's our luck that the groups ended up the way they did. Maybe it could help us if we can mend the differences in small groups instead of large groups. We won't know until we try something. But things could backfire on us.
He caught up to Miyako and Daisuke and motioned for them to rest behind a tree. "Garbagemon are naturally slow. He most likely lost our scent or just ended up giving up when he got short on breath."
"At least there's some good news to our days. We won't be killed off yet."Daisuke sarcastically replied. "But maybe that's not such a good thing."
"Stop being such a drama queen," the lone female barked at him.
They started up their bickering again, and things got worse as a crack of thunder sounded around them and the rainstorm began. The bickering turned to complaining, and Ken really wished he was anywhere but here. Fair is foul, and foul is fair…
-End of Prologue of Rediscovering Destiny-
A/N: I finally finished this! I'm so happy! Lol! Well, I'm sure there are a lot of questions out there, particularly with what I ended the chapter with. Chapters 1-10 served as a general prologue for this story, introducing the different elements and main ideas of this story. Things pick up immensely in the next (I think) 20 chapters. From next chapter onward, the story will be about actually rediscovering destiny, getting the group back together, regaining lost powers and finding a way to defeat Daemon once and for all.
I know I made a lot of references to different works and sources in here, so I'll try and explain through them. Shakespeare's Macbeth, ironically enough, happens to be the play my Literature class is reading at the moment. For those of you not familiar with the play, it revolves around a man named Macbeth and his wife Lady Macbeth. Three witches tell Macbeth that he will gain the title of king and the first half of the play revolves around his ambition to become king, his plotting to kill Duncan, the present king, and Lady Macbeth's manipulative nature that convinces Macbeth to go through with the deed. The line "Foul is fair, and fair is foul," seemed very appropriate for everything within the story and this one.
Newton's Third Law of Motion states that for every action, there will be an equal and opposite reaction. Who would have thought that the one thing I've actually managed to learn in physics would help me develop the "anti-crest" idea.
And The Prayer of Saint Francis is commonly used in the Christian communities and plays reference to many of the different virtues and their vices. I thought I'd just throw it in to reinforce my points.
Okay, I think that's everything I can think of. I know I'm forgetting a couple. So if you spot them and have questions, let me know. I'm going on two college visits in the next week and a half, so (knock on wood) hopefully I can get Undercover and bits of I'm What? done. Thanks for your patience and for sticking with this story. Once some of the others finish and I get my last college application in, I'll have more time to work on stories. Please review and let me know what you think and if you have any questions or comments!
Ooh, one last thing: here's a hint for next chapter: something good does happen! But that's all I'm saying. If you can figure out the name of next chapter, you may get a hint…Review!
