The Saga: Shattered Light

By: Linkmaste

Part II: A Tale of Finding Three Truths

"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains-no matter how improbable, must be the truth."

-Sir Arthur Doyle, Sherlock Holmes

Author's Note: Part II starts here! I'll introduce Primary Village-now, this isn't like the village from Season 1. I made this one different because Season 3 never actually mentioned a Primary Village. The reason was obvious-if they knew digimon could be reborn, the impact of the series wouldn't be as great since it talked about the value of a life. There are some obvious obstacles I'll address-and some lore I'll try to keep within the universe, but I never watched digimon after season 3-so forgive me if something isn't completely on point.

Huge thanks to BookWormGal and Crazyeight for the amazing input. Seriously, love that-please keep it up.

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon nor Dominimon. I also don't own Fate or Destiny-that belongs to BookWormGal.

Chapter Eight: The Secret of Dominimon

Takato, Guilmon, Rika, Renamon, Henry and Terriermon all groaned as they found themselves once again, stuck in the digital world.

"You know. With all the times we've been here, they should give us air miles or some kind of visa." joked Terriermon which went ignored. He mumbled something about 'lightening up the mood' and lifted himself on to Henry's shoulder. Rika groaned, picking herself up from the ground. Looking around, she whipped to face her partner.

"Renamon-"

"No. I can't sense them at all. They are gone." The vulpine digimon's ears twitched as she sniffed the air. "The best thing we can do is situate ourselves and investigate this Primary Village."

The group was in the digital world, but a sector they had never laid eyes upon. They were situated on top of a rolling hill that swooped down softly into a lush valley. Scattered along the inside of the valley, were tiny dots that the group could not depict clearly. Large willow trees were decorated along the sides of the valley, fully grown and carried dark leaves that almost touched the ground in long strands. A ways, to the left of the valley, was a small river winding forever and beyond, carrying crystal clear water. Up above, the group could see it was day time and their own world was placed high in the sky, looking down upon them in a taunting manner. A lullaby could be heard, carried around by a gentle breeze. It was soft strings of a harp, playing slowly. This strange place was so calming, it made everyone drowsy and unable to stay awake. It could even put an angry SkullGreymon to sleep.

Guilmon rubbed his eyes and yawned,

"Takato, I'm really sleepy."

Takato replied the same as he let out a contagious yawn. It spread throughout the group like wildfire and even Rika had to let out a sleepy sigh. Their eye lids were getting heavy, and their bodies felt like rocks. All they wanted to do was lay down upon the grass that looked more comfortable than their beds.

"That music is making us fall asleep." Henry covered his ears. It was still faintly heard, but he felt himself snap awake. The music was probably part of the security the village had. "Guys, cover your ears!"

Everyone complied and to everyone's relief, the sleepiness ceased. However, a new problem was presented to the group.

"The closer we go, the louder that music is going to become." Takato looked around. "We should either wait for the music to stop or find something other than our hands to use as ear plugs."

Rika reached into her pockets of her jean shorts and produced an ipod. With quick fingers, she unravelled the ear phones and a soft piano melody drifted into her ears. It was one of her playlists she used when she needed to calm down. The tune drowned out the lullaby and she gave a thumbs up to the others. She was good.

"Smart idea, Rika." Henry complemented. Terriermon frowned as he was struggling to cover his abnormally large ears.

"Great, we just all need to find I pods lying around here." The digimon rolled his eyes.

"Renamon and I can go in and see if we can find the guardian. You guys stay here and don't fall asleep. I'm not lugging two guys around the digital world again like Kazu and Kenta."

As they journeyed down the hill, into the soft valley of Primary Village, Renamon felt uncomfortable. She never had anything foreign inserted into her ears, let alone ipod ear buds. She relied on her hearing to sense enemies, or people that tried to sneak up on her However, given the latter was to fall in a slumber to the lullaby, Renamon obliged to Rika's idea of inserting a jack where two extra ear buds could be attached. Now, Rika and Renamon had two ear buds each to wear.

The silence between them was normal and quite comfortable. Chopin's Nocturne Twenty was keeping the duo upright. Their walking was at a quick pace but after thirty minutes, it was slowed down to a stroll, where they eyed the many digi-eggs that laid around the valley.

There were so many of them. All a variety of sizes, colours, and patterns adorned on them. Some were small and dark, others were colourful and some were as large as Renamon herself. It was beyond the digimon's wisdom and imagination what digimon could be within such a large egg. They did not seem to be organized in any obvious manner, as they were scattered around. What was common was that each egg was placed carefully in their spot, like a mechanic organizes his tools in a work shop. They laid on the grass, undisturbed. It was crucial that neither of them should touch an egg. Making the guardian angry was something they were not keen on doing. For all they knew, it could be a sovereign digimon they never heard of protecting this place.

"So, once you were an egg here I guess." Rika mused, pausing to look at a small, white and yellow egg that quivered, but went still.

Renamon nodded her head. "It seems that it may be true. However, I cannot recall it. A long time has passed and even the memories of my journey before I met you is hazy upon me. Do you remember when you were an infant, Rika?"

Rika tried to grasp a faint memory of when she was only a small child, but the only thing that stood out was a man with dark hair and violet eyes picking her up and placing her on a swing. The Tamer turned to Renamon.

"No, I don't."

"I thought so."

A few moments passed, the song changed to Canon D Major by Pachelbel.

"Are you still upset over Destiny and Fate?" Renamon inquired, sensing a strange discomfort in her Tamer since they 'arrived'. Rika displayed, for being a hot head, sometimes unclear emotions. Her partner shrugged.

"I don't know...I mean this girl and digimon come in out of nowhere with these freaky powers. Then, she tells us we are meant for this big plan and we don't get a say in what we want to do? We're not puppets, Renamon. We should choose our own fate and destiny," Rika made a face. "Ugh, they just had to be called that, didn't they?"

A small sound escaped Renamon's lips that-for a split second-sounded like a laugh. Rika turned to face her partner quickly, but the digimon was composed as ever. The pun did manage to make Renamon crack a smile.

"Rika, you are in control of your life. You sometimes have to fight the currents when the oceans of life turn rough. And even when it brings you back to the shores, know that you are making that decision to go back out there and fight it again. Free will is something that can never be taken away easily and without knowledge. Don't forget that, Rika."

The piano song ended with a soft fade. Renamon noticed that there was no more lullaby music and it was almost quiet in the Primary Village. Almost.

"Freeze! Human and digimon, state your business here!"

Renamon and Rika turned around to meet a digimon standing several feet away. It was pointing a mighty, long green sword with it's left hand. The digimon looked to be like a knight with its purple armor, detailed with gold. Two large shields were fastened to it's arms. The shin bracers on it's legs were a little worn but still provided a lustre that made it shine. The full helmet had a orb of light on top, and golden locks of hair fell beneath, framing it's angular face. If Rika had to guess, it was some kind of advanced evolution of an Angewomon or an Angemon. Upon its back was six, small, golden angel wings.

"Are you the guardian of this village?" Renamon asked calmly, stepping between Rika and the digimon.

"Yes, my name is Dominimon. I am the caretaker of this place. I must advise you to leave this village and return to where you came from. I can not allow outsiders here for any reason."

Renamon put a paw up, giving a sign of peace to the caretaker digimon. "We were sent here to help you by a girl named Destiny and an Impmon named Fate. Have you seen them?"

Dominimon paused, wavering its sword a little. Shaking its head, the digimon took another step forward. "No, and I don't need help. Everything is quite alright."

The moment trickled by in a tense standoff between the fox digimon and the caretaker. Renamon's ice blue eyes donned a look of firm determination at Dominimon who had kept taking a few seconds to keep looking behind it-almost distracted. The fox perked her ears in interest. A cry came from far off, almost inaudible to Rika. This Dominimon must be hearing its call.

"No, not again." cursed Dominimon, allowing itself another look back. Contemplating, the noble digimon looked at Renamon wearily. "Stay here. Do not move. I will be right back."

In an instant, the sword was gone and Dominimon flew away, zooming towards a willow tree a quarter of a mile away. Rika looked at Renamon, her eyes showing confusion and demanding some kind of explanation.

"Rika, if we can help this Dominimon out, perhaps we can earn its trust." The notion of helping out didn't bother Rika at all. However, her gaze turned into a suspicious one. Renamon would usually just start doing something-not asking Rika to join her unless it was something she didn't really want to...oh no. Was Renamon really suggesting helping out Dominimon with baby digimon? The Tamer shook her head in disgust.

"If one of those things pukes on me..."

"I'll see to it, this Dominimon picks up the dry cleaning tab." Renamon replied and took off with Rika in a reluctant tow. Renamon just made a joke...what was the world coming to, Rika thought.

Past the river and near a cluster of willow trees, was a soft blanket area closed off with a barrier that glimmered in a soft pale blue light. Inside the pen, was dozens of small, blob like digimon. Some were pure white, some had sprouted a leaf from their heads, some were jelly like and had little tendrils on their bottoms to make them move. All of the baby digimon shared one common trait: they were all crying.

The wail was enough to make Rika want to turn back and run away, but Renamon reminded her why they were here. They fought D-Reaper, Erika Rose, UltimateChaosmon…so why is the thought of calming a crying baby making her so uneasy? Rika's eye gave a small twitch as she watch Dominimon swoop down and pick up a few fresh levelled digimon, speaking in hushed tones and whispers of assurance. Within seconds, the digimon settled down a little and babbled. If the guardian had a face, it would probably be smiling, as it adored the tiny digimon.

Rika went over to a baby Digimon that had soft purple fur and dark beady eyes. It was wailing like no body's business and tears ran down its soft body. The Tamer scooped him up with both of her hands and peered at it with a nervous expression.

"Hey, it's okay-um... " Rika looked back at Renamon who nodded her head in encouragement. "You got a really good digimon here looking after you. So, go easy on it okay?"

The wailing died down, but the little digimon was still crying. Rika rolled her eyes. Oh, for heaven's sake...

"I'll sing if you quiet down." The bargain perked the fresh digimon's interest, and it stopped immediately. Rika looked around and saw that no one was around save for Renamon and Dominimon. Carefully, she knelt down and thought about a song to sing. Something calming, something simple. One stood out in her mind. Rika closed her eyes and opened her mouth to sing.

"Over and under, among the many stars. Sing softly and sing carefully with my guitar. Dream well child, I'll keep you in my heart. Protect us, and never let us drift apart."

Rika repeated the verse from a long forgotten lullaby she heard. Her voice was quiet and meek, slowly captivating everyone who was listening to her voice. Once Rika heard the crying cease, she opened her eyes. There in her hands was a wide eyed digimon and huddled around her were many others. She let the note end off softly and looked back to Renamon for support or approval.

"They like your voice." The simple statement had a double meaning. The Tamer had a self conscious opinion of her singing and preferred no one knew about it. However, many who had caught her singing quietly when she believed she was alone, were addicted to hear more. Renamon included. Rika let a faint blush crept upon her cheeks and turned to the digimon, who were crowding around her, yipping in small voices.

"I was going to scold you two for following me here," Dominimon floated over to Rika. "But, if you had not aided me, then I would be still here trying to tend to my babies. I play lullabies but singing is something that is beyond my capabilities. I believe you do not mean harm to my children here. So, why did you come?"

Rika sighed in relief. The guardian was willing to trust the two. Barely, but enough to get a conversation. If they could do that, then the rest should be easy. Renamon let a small white puff digimon climb onto her arm and perch comfortably on her shoulder. Renamon smiled softly at the fresh digimon. Even though she was a fighter, it did not mean she didn't like taking care of smaller digimon. She had a natural motherly instinct that showed among her friends. From the times she made sure Calumon didn't get sick off too much candy, to breaking up fights between Impmon and Terriermon, to providing advice and share what wisdom she had; it had become natural to assume Renamon was the more mature digimon in the group.

Renamon spoke slowly. Finding the right words was normally an easy task, but to explain the bizarre situation they were thrown in was difficult. "We have our friends over by the hill. May they come down and we can all talk?"

"Are they a threat?"

"Quite the opposite. I believe two of the digimon may be potentially acceptable babysitters."

"Very well, they may come and we shall discuss. I would appreciate the services."

When the others were guided by Rika and Renamon into the village, the boys gasped seeing all the eggs. Guilmon sniffed a few, curious about what was inside them.

"I don't believe this. Digimon, all of these…all kinds…" Henry trailed off staring at them with wonder and awe, his grey eyes burning with questions upon questions of the discovery. Do all digimon come here? If so, do they retrain their memories? Are all types here as well? Why was this place hidden?

Takato was excited as well, inspecting each egg they passed. He had to be calmed down several times by Rika who was not impressed by their excitement.

Everyone sat in a circle nearby the fresh 'pen'. Dominimon leaned against a willow tree, taking in the members of the group. Guilmon seemed to like Dominimon, and asked it if it was a digi-mommy or a digi-daddy.

"What is a 'mommy' and a 'daddy'?"

"It's kinda like what you do," explained Takato, a little occupied with a Pabumon. The light green fresh was babbling happily, jumping from hand to hand. "But, for us we have a mom and a dad that takes care of us, make sure we don't hurt ourselves and learn. Sometimes they scold us but it's because we usually did something stupid or hurt ourselves. We don't always call them mommy and daddy though-I just call mine mom and dad."

Dominimon thought about Takato's explaination. If anyone could see under the helm, they would think it was thinking about which one it could be. A mom or a dad? It made it's answer after straightening it's back,

"I suppose I would be a 'mommy' and a 'daddy'. I protect the eggs here and raise the digimon until they are ready to join the world. It is my sole duty and responsibility to ensure the secret of this location and make sure no one with malicious intent comes here," Dominimon replied and crossed its legs. "We are a secret from the world."

"But why?" Henry asked, leaning forward. "For so long, we had no idea that digimon could actually come back. It's such a relief. It can help us when we talk about not downloading the digimon's data to other Tamers."

Dominimon gave a heavy sigh. It's wings fluttered a little, feeling a breeze blow by. In a sad voice, it spoke.

"Once, a long time ago it was public knowledge that there was Primary Village. Many guardians like us were protectors, providers, and gate keepers. It was in a simpler time where the digital world was just born. Time passed, digimon evolved and groups formed based on the type of digimon you were. For example, vaccine digimon ascended to the skies and a group called the Seven Holy Angels was created. They were mostly kind and generous, but they had a problem with virus digimon. Then, another group was announced called the Seven Great Demon Lords; I remember their eggs had a strange symbol on them. They arose as protectors of virus digimon. Finally, another group responded to them called the Royal Knights. It was unclear how they were formed, as I did not exist at that particular time. When three groups announced, they became obsessed with who would rule Primary Village. We Dominimon did not like the idea of a group ruling over this place. Could you imagine what would happen?"

The group hummed in thought. It was after a moment, Henry came up with an answer.

"Depending on who would win control, they would wipe out the other two types. But, I can't imagine vaccine digimon doing that…"

"Do not think that vaccine digimon are not capable of discrimination. They have a habit of holding themselves in higher regard, even if they try not to. It is just part of their nature. Just like it is the typical nature of virus types to be mischievous and violent, while data types are influential and noble. If one of these groups did have control, other types would be disadvantaged and that is exactly what happened when the battling began. Knights were attacking virus digimon and eggs, causing the Demon Lords to attack, and the Angels were dragged into it. Such chaos. I lost a lot of comrades, who were only trying to protect this village. Finally, I'm not sure how, we disappeared. Completely from minds and views of everyone in the digital world. It was like a unknown force took us and sent us away. Not even the Sovereigns know about us now..."

Everyone listened with great interest. An unknown force? Who would have that much power- more than the Sovereigns? It made the digimon uncomfortable at the thought of something stronger than Azulongmon, or even Zhuqiaomon. Such incredible power those digimon had as they were on the same status of Gods. What could be possibly be stronger than that? Dominimon took a minute to collect its thoughts and continued.

"Eventually, it became just me in the end to look after this whole place. I'll admit-it is a daunting task. But, I need to be here. If I do not take care of these infants, then who will? It had been rough sometimes, but I am glad to see them leave as a happy in-training digimon. Until recently, it has been peaceful."

"Until recently?" asked Takato glancing up from Pabumon.

"The barriers that hold this place together-keep it hidden from any digimon. It is like they are cracking-letting more powerful digimon aware of our existence. Recently, a digimon named Alphamon 'knocked' on the front door. I had to send him away but he promised he would be back. As well, a Lilithmon and a Mangadramon also visited but I refused to answer. This place might very well be in danger, due to it being revealed! I can not express properly how…afraid I am for my children."

"Hey Henry, you should play that prophecy thing again! Didn't the girl mention something about three groups?" Terriermon's suggestion made an idea click into the group's minds. Enthusiastically, Takato agreed, saying this was the best time to pick it apart.

Henry pulled out his sleek smart phone, and pulled up the audio recording. It was a little crackly from the phone, but they could still hear Destiny's bleak voice,

"All the realities hang in the balance. The birthplace of all, will become the death of many. A life is at risk between light and dark. Retributions will be resolved and dark secrets will be unleashed. Three great forces will fight to control what cannot be controlled and three weapons of truth are required for the chosen to ascend to a new level. Beware the yellow eyes and the false promise of hope, for if he succeeds, the world will be consumed with shattered light. And when the end is nigh, four will become two and two will become one."

"Alright, realities hang in the balance-I want to guess that means this world and the human one." Takato looked at the others for a response. Henry and Rika agreed. "Next line, the birthplace of all-that means here-will become the death of many."

"Easy enough. We fail-everyone dies." Terriermon shrugged.

"Terriermon, this is serious!" Rika scolded. She groaned and messaged her temples. "Next one."

"A life hangs in the balance between light and dark…" Henry trailed off, his mind racing to think of a specific life. Was it someone they knew, or a stranger? It was so vague…

"Perhaps, certain parts of the prophecy will only make sense within time." Renamon noted. "Let's move on."

"Retributions will be resolved and dark secrets will be unleashed…well does anyone have a dark secret that we know of?"

The question was unanswered but all were thinking of a few people. Guilmon hung his head a little lower. He knew it wasn't a secret that he changed into Megadramon back when Leomon was killed and caused a lot of damage. However, he knew and understood that he was forgiven. Impmon was another and his secret was not public knowledge to everyone. If it wasn't him or Guilmon then, what dark secret would someone hold that hasn't been revealed? The next line of the prophecy was read aloud.

"Three weapons of truth are required for the chosen to ascend to a new level…" Takato mumbled, putting a finger to his lips. "It can't mean digivolving…can it?"

"I do not know if there even is a level past mega. But, this prophecy is vague and does not help matters out. As well, someone with yellow eyes...we must take great heed." Dominimon made a grunt which caught Renamon's attention. "Dominimon? You have something to say?"

"Yellow eyes…I have seen them." It replied, giving off a tone of bitterness. "He was a human…but what he could do was not human at all. It was…unnatural to see it. All that stood out was his yellow eyes. The memory causes a chill to enter my code. I can not declare how wrong it felt to see him. I don't even know his name, but I can say he had something to do with the war back then, he probably is back now. He must be very powerful to freely come here and leave without my knowledge."

"Dominimon...what did he look like?" Guilmon asked cocking his head to the side in curiosity.

The guardian took a breath and looked to the sky. After a pause, it spoke carefully.

"Average height…black hair…a brown cloak and he was very…pretentious. I thought he had a digi-god complex."

"So, we are looking for every stereotype of a bad guy. Great." Terriermon fell back onto Henry. "How come we can't have a nice and humble bad guy? It would make our lives so much easier."

"That would defeat the purpose of being a 'bad' guy." Henry replied, ruffling his partner's head. "Besides, you have to Momentai."

Guilmon gasped and cried out. It took everyone a few seconds to calm the red digimon down to even begin explaining what he was blabbering about. Takato held his partner down and told him to speak in slow sentences.

"Takato! I remember the man with yellow eyes! He took me, Ai and Mako to the digital world! Remember you and Impmon went away? He told us that we were needed and just made us appear there. And then, I found you! He did feel strange, like a digimon but not a digimon. He looked human but I don't think he was a human at all."

"Guilmon, are you sure you can not remember a name?" Renamon clarified, tail twitching.

"No. I'm sorry, Renamon."

"If you didn't, then maybe Ai and Mako knew his name." Henry suggested. "If we can contact them, then we'll ask. Let's go to the next part."

"But we don't know what 'shattered light' means or this whole 'two becomes one and four becomes two' crap. This Destiny gave us a loaded prophecy that we can't even crack. If I ever see her or that imp again…" Rika didn't finish her threat and let her mutters be unanswered.

Night had swept through the village, and Dominimon had to excuse itself to tuck in all the digimon. The group was welcomed to spend the night, as the grass was soft enough to sleep on. The group agreed that the next day, they would plan what to do next. They asked Dominimon if they needed someone to help keep watch.

"No, I am awake night and day. A guardian does not need to sleep when watching over their children. I will play you a lullaby so you may be well rested. For tomorrow is another day and another adventure. Have a good night."

The group laid down nearby the river, the water gently bubbling by, making a calm relaxing sound for the group. Renamon and Rika took to the tree, while Guilmon and Takato laid closer to a group of eggs that had darker colours and marks upon them. Guilmon sniffed some of them and asked Takato if they could hear them talk.

"I'm not sure, buddy. I talked to you when you were an egg in my D-Arc."

There was silence. Terriermon was curling up with Henry, using his ears to wrap around himself like a blanket. With a happy sigh, Terriermon spoke,

"This place is sure nice though. I feel like I can relax here forever."

"That might change if those groups start fighting again over this place. With that many powerful digimon in such a small area, someone is going to get hurt, and I think these eggs might be it." Henry glanced over at Takato. "Hey, you're a Royal Knight. Maybe you and Guilmon could stop the others. You have some power there, right?"

Takato looked at Guilmon and back at Henry. "I'm not sure, Henry. Alphamon is the leader, but he's not stupid. I'm sure if we talk to him, we can work something out. Hey, we haven't told anyone that we left. What if everyone thinks we all went missing?"

Henry sat up alarmed. He never thought of that! The group is going to freak out that they all vanished without a trace. Their parents, friends, Yu and Hypnos are all going to lose their minds. Scolding himself mentally, the Tamer should have left some kind of message or note. "You're right. We didn't tell anyone…"

"It isn't anything we can do about that now. Besides, we have the others to help right? Our friends know we will be fine, they trust us." The voice that spoke with assurance was not Renamon or even Terriermon. The two teenagers looked at Guilmon with surprise. For some odd occasions, he could be wise and calming. Takato rubbed Guilmon's head.

"Right, boy. Our friends have got a grip on things back home. Let's just get some sleep."

With that, the lullaby played softly, with a gentle hum of notes and harp strings. It slowly caressed each Tamer and Digimon into a relaxing sleep, full of transpiring dreams that batted away any worry, fear, or apprehension of what was waiting for them, or what Destiny and Fate had brought them.

Author's Note: How's that for lore filling? Primary Village was unknown to ANYONE-yes that means the Sovereigns had no idea it exists. I'll say this-something more powerful than them was behind creating this village. Don't worry, you'll find out who created the village. For that song Rika sang-I kinda made it up. I guess that means I own it. See you in the next chapter!