Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Wild Imagination 7: This is when the troubles really start.
Problems Begin
It was the next evening when Piddomon asked Lucemon and me if we could help him collect firewood. We warily followed him into the forest. Piddomon kept leading us deeper and deeper into the woods. Suddenly he stopped and turned around and looked right at us, a strange look on his face. Uh-oh I thought.
"Fire Feather!" Piddomon shouted, shooting flaming feathers from his wings.
"Ayah!" I screamed, leaping out of the way.
The attack hit the ground where I had been standing, creating a cloud of dust.
"We've got to get out of here," Lucemon told me.
He then grabbed my hand and we ran out of there like the place was on fire. Which, actually, it was, due to Piddomon's 'Fire Feather' attack. Piddomon then noticed the trees burning and he flew out of the area, back to the village.
Dusk was falling, which made it harder to see the ground underneath our feet. I tripped and landed flat on my face, twisting my ankle in the process. I let out a cry, mostly of pain, and partly of annoyance. I had tripped over a tree root.
"Trees really hate me," I muttered while sitting up.