Crystal Legends
Chapter 2: Preparation
DISCLAIMER: I don't own digimon. Short one this time – considering alternating the chapters to be based around the two different sets of characters, the heroes (the DDs) and the villain (Myo). Got several reviews asking when the mon himself was going to appear, and I hope this doesn't disappoint!
He shifted his feet slightly, testing his muscles. It was strange not having used them for so long. In spite of this, his strength had all but completely returned. Gingerly, he eased himself out of the chair until he was standing fully upright.
It has been said that smells evoke the most powerful memories of all, and as the familiar smells of the old castle reached him dozens of sharp remembrances flew through his mind. Odd, the things the mind chooses to remember... the recollection that stood out to him most clearly at that moment was sitting in a high-backed stone chair, every so often turning the page of a thick leather-bound book as light from the antique fireplace flickered and danced across the walls around him. A bat-like monster perched on top of one of the tall bookcases, his eyelids drooping. A small, white, cat-like creature sat and fiddled with one of the thick green gloves that always covered her paws.
With a sudden jerk of his head he pulled himself back into the present and, after a moment, organised some of the ideas that had already begun to float through his mind and be caught in the web of intellect that lay there. The most important thing, he had already realised, was to discover where exactly he had returned – or rather when. He could tell he was in the lair he had created for himself during his time in Odaiba, when the first batch of digidestined children had come looking for the eighth child. He grimaced briefly with the memory. Perhaps... not a particularly productive trip.
It had certainly changed a good deal. The air was heavy with dust and years, and the room was dank and dirty. A pile of dirt lay off to one side of the room, as though the ceiling had collapsed fairly recently. Books lay scattered across the floor, and the spiral staircase in the corner of the room looked as thought one touch would make it crumble. It would require some serious refurbishment. He sighed as he recognised that he would have to find a way of obtaining some new henchmen – until then, he would be forced to live in this hole, or find the time to do something about it himself. The thought filled him with revulsion. Almost simultaneously, he noticed that he was sitting in a small Dokugumon web. He brushed it away with disgust, recalling with satisfaction his immunity to the toxins contained in the floating strands. The digimon itself was nowhere to be seen.
Gradually, he felt a stirring in his memory as things worked their way to the surface, and the image of a small, tapered amber crystal came to him. The key to his rebirth... someone must have unlocked the secret. A digidestined.
Something moved near his foot, and he shot out his hand and grabbed it. He lifted the flurry of legs and inhuman cries and found a Dokugumon, no more than a baby, scrabbling for its freedom. He watched it impassively for a few seconds, then smiled a cold, cruel smile. Perhaps finding new henchmen would not be so difficult after all. In a little while, this child digimon could be some use to him.
Still holding the digimon, and ignoring its cries, he walked purposefully towards the bookcase, and after minimal searching, found the two books he was looking for. He pushed them aside and reached into the gap, bringing out a set of ten cards. There were some things he had to do, and these were all he needed.
All that could be heard was the soft whimpering of the Dokugumon as Myotismon soundlessly pushed open the heavy door and left the room.