Myotis: Okay, now for chapter three. It's going to be a bit different from the previous two in the sense that it focuses on Ianu. This will happen now and then. And I am going to have to apologize ahead of time, as this is going to be a short chapter. Anyhow, I am once again very happy at the great reviews I got. Thanks, everyone! Now, for the responses.
Lady Azura: Thanks again! I'm glad you like it.
oceam aka TOAT: Yeah, they do seem to balance eachother. Thanks for the compliment, too!
CaliCallMePrincess: Haha, it's okay! I know how hard it is to break away from addictive games like that. Regardless, I'm really glad you like it so much. I'll keep going, and try to make it even better!
Myotis: Right then. Sarah, if you don't mind…
Sarah: Got it. Myotis does not own Digimon. If he did, who knows what it would be like…(shudder)
Digimon Tamers: Life's Pain and Death's Comfort
Chapter Three: The Messenger of the Dark
The castle, as always, was dark and silent. A lone person, a young man, walked through the halls at a steady pace. The dim torches did not light any of the rooms very much, but he preferred it this way. To him, light was so…painful. A stopped at a strange door with writing of an unknown language inscribed upon it. He lightly tapped the center, and it vanished. Many unusual Digimon stood as still as statues. They looked like Angemon, but their clothing was night black, their hair blood red, and their wings were an odd shade of blue. There had to be thousands of them in this gigantic room. In unison, they all nodded to acknowledge the young man's presence, and did not move again. He continued at his same pace, on through the long room to another door, this time vanishing when he approached it. The inside was unlike the rest of the castle. There was a large screen, where a throne-like chair was placed in front of. Around it were many smaller screens, all completely blank. He sat in the throne, and faced the large screen.
"…Give me the status of the Tamers."
Instantly, the room came to life. The screens flickered on, and skeletal arms emerged from the wall, bringing the small screens close to him. There were three small screens, all of which had vital information of Takato, Rika, and Henry. They displayed the abilities of the Tamers, like their overall ability to attack or defend, or use Modify Cards. He studied them carefully, and then focused his attention to the main screen.
"Good. Now, show me their progress."
The main screen showed a perfect image of what they were currently doing. With Takato in the lead, the three and their Digimon partners were heading towards the South, as he had instructed them.
"Excellent. Now all there is to do is wait…"
He leaned back, and his eyes suddenly felt very heavy.
"…What else is there to do, anyway…?"
And with that he drifted to sleep, and into a dream of his past.
There was a pleasing scene, one out in the country somewhere. A beautiful woman was smiling as her two sons told her of things they wished to do when they grew up. One was smaller than the other and looked to be around five, with golden blond hair, shining and cheerful green eyes, and a very happy smile. The other, who looked to be about ten, was just a tad taller, with a bright shade of blond hair that bordered on the edge of white, who also had green eyes. But his bore a cold look to them, one that suggested sadness. Both seemed quite happy. The scene then shifted to a few years ahead.
A funeral was being held. The two brothers were now five years older, and they stood close together with tear-filled eyes. They silently said goodbye to their mother. The younger brother, now ten years old, stared at the ground, while his older brother, now fifteen, stared at the sky. Shortly afterwards, they turned and walked away.
A few days afterwards, they were talking. They agreed that they had nothing left. No reason to stay. They said farewell, and left on their separate ways…to other worlds.
He then awoke.
"Mareo…where are you? Are you living happily? Would you approve of this…? If only I could speak to you, my brother…"
Suddenly, a shadow moved. It spoke to him.
"Lord Ianu, the FallenAngemon are prepared. We await your order."
:"Dreadmon…very well. Send them into position. Order them to destroy any fools that attack the nearby villages. Do not waste mercy on those who would destroy my creations."
The shadow seemed to bow.
"At once, my Lord."
It vanished. Ianu turned once again to the screen.
"…Everything is set. Now all that is left is you, the 'keys'…"
Well…sorry if it was too short. I'll make the others longer like usual, just that this kind of chapter is meant to be short. I hope you liked it, anyway. I should have chapter 4 up soon, so in the meantime, please review! Thanks for reading!
