The Second Crest

It was a couple weeks later. The four of us had been on the run from Persiamon for some time now. Digimon attacked, left and right, and Persiamon showed up constantly, chasing us down. Why evil digimon got it in their heads they wanted to destroy us was entirely beyond me.

Andrew and I were getting tired of the constant chase. And we were no closer to finding my crest. Days had passed as we had searched. Now, we were beginning to think we were in the wrong place. Maybe we were even on the wrong continent.

"Gennai swore up and down that the crests were on this continent." I complained heavily.

"Tell him that when you see him."

"We're never going to see him again, at this rate."

Just as we were about to give up hope, I heard Gennai's voice behind us.

"Giving up so soon?"

I turned around, ready to punch him, but Andrew held me back. "He's just a hologram, remember?"

"I would've thought you would be more interested in seeing your digimon digivolve, Cole."

"I don't recall giving you our names." I was a little ticked off at the time.

"You didn't have to."

"I see."

Andrew sighed. "Do you know where the other crest is?"

"Not a clue."

"Then why are you here?"

"I'm here to warn you. Persiamon is on your trail. She won't stop until you're eliminated. Prophecy foretold that she would be stopped by two boys and their digimon, a prophecy of the Digidestined."

"Dude… We're no match for her!!!"

"Not right now, you're not. But with the crests, you're more than a match for her."

Andrew looked down at his crest in amazement.

"Why can't Leormon digivolve past Liamon right now?"

"Because it takes teamwork, not just the crests. Neither one of you can use the crest without the other. That's why you can't give up!!!"

Andrew had a glimmer in his eye. I knew that look; it was his mischievous look. He rarely ever had that look. When he did, it was rare, and you never knew what he was up to.

"You got it, Gennai."

Gennai disappeared, and I looked at Andrew like he was insane. "Are you crazy? I thought we didn't trust this guy!!!"

"Well, he's the only one we can trust right now. We have to keep going, to find your crest, at least for now. Then we can digivolve our digimon to the next level and defeat Persiamon. Maybe then we can go home…"

Home. The word sank into me like a knife. I nodded. "If it'll get us home, I'll do it."

We set off into a desert. It was blazing hot. As we walked, Leormon's ears twitched. "Andrew, I hear something." We all turned around. Persiamon's army was behind us, led by a minotaur. The digivice beeped at me, displaying information on it.

"Minotarumon, eh? Says here he's a Champion level digimon."

As I looked at my digivice and the information it displayed, Andrew was staring at my tag. I looked at it, too. It was glowing, a silvery color. Andrew nodded. "Go find it. I'll take care of this guy.

Leormon glowed. "Leormon, digivolve to… Liamon!!!"

As Liamon took care of Minotarumon, I ran off, Commandramon following me, in the direction that my tag seemed to lead. As I faced a certain direction, the tag would glow brighter, and I would go in that direction. As I ran, it would keep glowing brighter and brighter until finally, I was cut off by another Minotarumon.

I turned to Commandramon. "Ready?"

"Yep." Commandramon glowed brightly. "Commandramon, digivolve to… Sealsdramon!!!"

Minotarumon punched the ground with his left arm, the metal… device… that served as his hand causing some sort of earthquake.

Sealsdramon attacked Minotarumon, allowing me to run around him, if a bit unsteadily, but I was only stopped again by a bunch of Koemon.

"Not so fast, you human brat."

Suddenly, Liamon ran into the scene, Andrew astride his back, and Andrew pulled me up. "Need a lift?"

I smiled. It was a running joke we'd had. When I was walking home from school, his mom would stop the car to pick me up, and Andrew would ask if I needed a lift.

"It might help!"

Liamon ran straight for the Koemon group. "Thunder of Kings!!!"

We found another roadblock, a group of Kamemon. Liamon leapt over their heads, and soon they were chasing us. Sealsdramon started to attack them while we continued to run. I was getting fed up with this. Andrew looked back at me.

"We're going the right way, right?"

I nodded. "Right."

He nodded back. "Good."

Suddenly, up ahead, I saw Persiamon herself.

"Oh, great. Now what?"

Andrew grinned. "We've been practicing."

"Practicing what?"

Liamon roared, dodging to the right and jumping up, bouncing off a tree and jumping higher, sailing over Persiamon's head and continuing past her.

Andrew grinned. "That. We figured it may come in handy."

"You could've told me!!! I almost fell off!!!"

"If I'd told you, she would've heard, and might've found a way to stop us."

Now the army of digimon was catching up to us, and Sealsdramon was right behind us. Persiamon did not look pleased. Andrew looked at me. "You keep going, I'll take care of fur ball."

"But…"

"GO!!!"

Sighing, I jumped off, and started running again. "I hope he knows what he's doing. If he gets killed, I'll never talk to him again, the stubborn brat."

After a moment's thought, I felt bad. "Poor guy, he's got it bad… his family's all screwed up. I mean, his dad's gone and he's not sure if he's dead or alive, his mom, while a nice and sweet lady, is a bit of a ditz, and his aunt and uncle are so crazy they'd probably believe in digimon and call them a conspiracy theory… And then his cousins…"

I ended up in a small abandoned woodshed. There, on the inside wall, was another of the strange symbols, much like the one Andrew had found. Before my eyes, the section of wall glowed and shrunk, forming a small tablet and sliding itself into the slot in my tag. It was a grayish-silvery color.

"Wow… the second crest…"