"What the? IMPS!" Yelled Fairymon. This time was the last straw, and it was her SKETCHBOOK this time, her personal private property, it was like a diary. "Does he touch the others stuff? Nooo. Does he jack around with my stuff? Yeeess. IMPMON, YOU ARE A DEAD MON! ARGH! WHERE ARE YOU?" "Duck and cover! She's on a rampage!" Yelled MiniDemonwomon when she saw a VERY pissed Fairymon flying by. "Not funny. Have one of you seen Impmon? He's my target for now." Said Fairymon. "Your L-O-V-E target?" Teased Nymphmon. "NOT FUNNY! Where-is-he? Tell! Spill it!" Yelled Fairymon, blushing purely pink, even the small glow around her turned from its usual glittery white, to a blushing pink. "Fairymon likes Impmon, Fairymon likes Impmon." Sang MiniDemonwomon. "Fairymon and Impmon, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love then comes marriage then comes the Digi-Egg in the Digi-Carriage! Fairymon and Impmon, sitting in a tree K-I-S-S... Uh-oh. Yipe!" Fairymon was PISSED at this. "ARGH! LEAF BANGER, LEAF BANGER! LEAF BANGER!" Leaving the poor, knocked out, Digimon behind, and hoping the others would get the message. The message – do NOT mess with Fairymon right now. "I'm leaving! SOMEONE messed with my sketchbook, so I'm going to get another one!" Impmon crawled out of his hiding place under the sink. "Is she gone yet?" He asked. "What! Did you do?" Hissed MiniDemonwomon. "Eeh..."
In Town
"What the?" Said Fairymon, another Digital Fog had appeared right in front of her, as she exited the art shop. "Maybe... I'll show them! I'll show them that I CAN take care of myself! Fairymon Digivolve to ... Venusmon!" Venusmon flew into the fog, and, on the other side, there was nothing, scratch there were six amulets, each in a different shape, each on top of a box and tome-like book. An amulet flew to Venusmon, and latched itself around her neck. She knew she should be panicking, but strangely, she sensed nothing harmful from the amulet. Actually, as if it was an extension of her powers, it made her feel stronger and safe. **You, Venusmon, are the Saviour** "Who? What?" Spoke Venusmon, but she realized she couldn't move a muscle, so she decided to wait whatever this was out. It was harmless, she could tell that. **You are the Saviour Sprite of the Prophesy Of The Six Sprite Digimon. Now, sleep, Daughter of the Original Sprites. Sleep. Rest, knowing that the Warrior will find you soon.**
About Three Hours Later
Fairymon yawned widely. "What? Where am I? Imps?" Fairymon said, noticing Impmon beside her. He was out like a light. "Fairymon..." He whispered in his sleep. Fairymon began to get up, but stopped when she heard him. 'It MUST be late, if even Imps is asleep... but what time is it? Hello, amulet? Are you asleep, too?' **No, my dear Saviour. I never sleep. Did your friends get the other items that were with me?** 'Yeah. What was that about 'The Warrior'? Who is he?' **He's right in front of you.** WHAT! IMPS! C'mon, you're joking. Are-aren't you?' **Not in the slightest.** 'Lovely. Ugh. Imps, Impmon. HE'S supposed to be a warrior? Makes about as much sense as me being a Saviour. Ah well. A lotta things DON'T make sense.' With a sigh, Fairymon turned around and looked at Impmon, she had recently taken to using her old nickname for him. "Imps. Goodnight." Fairymon shook her head and hauled him up onto the couch, and this time, SHE was the one who lay down at a respectful distance, though, yet again, it was useless.