DISCLAIMER: The following story contains various themes and subject matter that may not be suitable for children under the age of thirteen. Viewer discretion is advised.

A/N: A quick note before we begin. A reviewer has brought up the criticism that certain characters wouldn't act a certain way. And I agree for the most part- if we're talking about the Japanese series. However, this story takes place in a slightly more mature version of the dub universe, and so certain characteristics from the original wouldn't pass over necessarily. Also, I want to empathize that the dub universe is not the same as the original. Character traits found in one aren't necessarily found in the other. There is no 'flaw' in that sense. Only a difference. And as this was the show I grew up watching, the dub is what this story is based on. Thank you for reading.

A/N2: Noticed some grammar and location issues that were a bit confusing, they've been fixed.

Digimon

GODFALL

By. Sonfaro

Chapter 3

We don't see them coming when they hit.

They pop out of the ground like beetles in the summer: five noisy robot looking things buzzing about with insect wings and spiders legs. They zip above us like flies, swarming just over our heads. From the center of their single eyes fires rounds of energize projectiles, narrowly missing us as they descend. We duck for cover, while our partners flank us in defensive positions, firing at our assailants.

"Pepper Breath!"

"Blue Blaster!"

It's no good. Whatever these mechanical insects are, they're fast. They fire at a rapid pace before diving back under the sands again. Only to pop up from a different angle and fire again. Matt and I run for dear life while these robots continue their assault. Unfortunately there's no place to hide out here. We're in the middle of nowhere. Instinctively, we both drop as low to the ground as we can, as our partners fan out to protect us.

From the side of the dunes, Matt shoots me a dirt look. "Some 'ally' that was."

"Everyone's allowed to be wrong once!" I shoot back.

"You're always wrong!" Matt accuses. I roll my eyes and turn back to the battle. We're in luck though. It seems that these weird Digimon are only interested in Agmon and Gabumon, who are having a field day trying to shoot them down. I shield my eyes from the sun. There has to be a weakness…

"Tai!"

Matt's voice is high above the carnage, calling my attention. I trace the line from his pointing finger to the target.

Black wires.

Connected at the bottom of each of the critters is a single thin black wire that runs all the way through the sands. My hand pulls my Digivice from my back pocket, a grimace on my face. "What are these things?"

"No idea." Says Matt pulling out his D-Terminal. "Readings say… huh…"

"Huh?" I frown.

Matt looks up at me, his eyes wide. "No info?"

I blink. "That's a new one. I thought the Harmonious Ones had this thing programmed to instantly recognize base frame… or whatever Izzy said."

"Code."

"That."

Matt frowns. "Izzy says the wires may be causing interference with our sensors. I guess that includes the D-Terminal."

"But if we separate them from the wires they'll cease to function, right?" I realize with a smile. Regardless of how fast they are the creatures can only go so far before being tugged back down to earth again. I grit my teeth and turn to Agumon. "Ok! Agumon, aim for the wire!"

"You got it Tai!"

My partner races off after one of the attackers, teeth barred. It's companions shift their focus completely on him. Big mistake.

"Blue Blaster!"

A stream of scalding water nearly clips the side of one, who has to fly out of formation to avoid the blast. I guess they learned the hard way: never forget Gabumon. Matt tosses a fist in the air, and I grin. Point: good guys.

The lasers bear down on Gabumon - knocking him to the ground - and we're forced to keep our celebration short.

But Agumon is on it, rushing full speed through projectile fire with claws unsheathed. With a loud grunt he leaps after one of them, teeth flashing.

"Razor Claw!"

In an instant, Agumon's sharpened talons cut straight through the wire, setting the bug-shaped critter free. It squeals for a moment, the digital motors within it whirring as it comes unstuck from the ground. I flash my partner a thumbs up. "Great going bud-"

Agumon is thrown to the ground by laser fire. The freed robot bounces after him, engines whirring. The four remaining robots regroup, but not our friendly neighborhood spider shaped assassin. It rolls around erratically, bouncing like a crazed chipmunk.

"Pepper Breath!"

In the nick of time, Agumon's fire sends the rouge battle-bot skywards. My lizard friend returns to his feet. "What do we do now Tai! They just get crazier!" He howls at me.

"That didn't work out quite the way we planned." States Gabumon.

I duck when the bot fires at me. Matt is crawling behind an sand embankment beside us, and I'm tempted to do the same. My eyes however are frozen on the unloosed robot, the sound of his whirring, panicked sensors droning on over the laser fire of its brethren. I'm so caught up by the craziness of this monster that I fail to notice my partner being cornered in time to warn him. "Agumon look out!"

Before Agumon is ready for them, the four creatures still connected to their wires hover over him, their single eye glazed red. He looks up, bewildered, his claws reaching to hide his face.

I'm not sure how I was expecting things to go. But I do know how surprised I am when the unconnected bumblebee starts firing on its former companions.

Agumon dives for cover while the four robots still connected to the black wires scramble to dodge the heretic. Gabumon has recovered by now and pulls back as well. The four of us watch in confusion as the freed robot jolts about in the air firing at anything that moves.

"What is wrong with that thing?" I shout.

"Those wires must be how they think! Maybe it connects to a shared brain."

"And when we cut it things get retarded. Great." I rub the back of my neck. "Any bright ideas plan-master?"

Matt makes a face but doesn't respond to my taunts. Spoil sport. "If we slice the wires they become more erratic." He tells me quickly. "We'd have a harder time taking them out."

"There is a suggestion coming isn't there?"

"If we could get them all together without pulling their plugs first, we might be able to wrap this up." Matt decides. "We're going to need a lot more firepower though."

I wipe sweat from my forehead. Matt is right. "Gah, these guys are trouble."

"Tell me about it!" Matt shouts back. He then shoots me a quick look. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

I grin, holding my Digivice for him to see. "You read my mind. Agumon?"

"Okay!"

"Gabumon!" Matt calls.

"Hnn!"

"Digivolve!" We command as one.

Our Digivices shriek with the input of our energy, a reaction that triggers an awesome transformation in our partners. A ball of light envelopes Agumon into a energy field in the shape of an egg, whirring with power with each passing second. From within the field I can make our partners voices as they announce their transformation.

"Agumon Digivolve to…"

"Gabumon Digivolve to…"

I try not to flinch. Digivolution is always dramatic. To watch the process is like watching a car wreck. You're sick and disgusted – but you can't look away. You can only stare in fascinated horror as the skin from your friend pulls away to reveal wireframe. You can only watch in shock as he gains horns, spikes, armor. And you can only gaze in awe when the transformation is complete.

"Greymon."

He's not Agumon anymore. He's the size of large bus now, adorned with fangs and claws and demonic horns that jut out from the sides of his armored skull. His skin is hard and thick, striped blue down the spine and legs. Smoke pours out his nostrils, proof of the cauldron that resides within his Digicore. He's Greymon – King of the Monsters… at least as far as I'm concerned.

Beside him, Matt's partner has made a similar transformation. Gone is the bashful little lizard-mutt. In his place is perched a beast of great power and terror, blue-white fur dancing in the desert winds, with six feathery wings flowing from his spine. Every breath he takes is evidence of the cold-hearted chill that remains within. He growls, his transformation finished as well.

"Garurumon."

Our Digimon are Champions now – how Digimon distinguish from the youth of Rookie-hood to the maturity of adults. They're bigger, stronger, faster, and meaner than they were only seconds ago. And our enemy knows it. The four remaining robots float backwards, their lasers charged but not firing.

"They've stopped?" I look on incredulous.

"They're regrouping." Matt says. "Four against two rookies and the fight is in their favor. With two champions…"

I nod. "It's all on us. Got it."

For a few seconds all is still. The silence is broken however as the insects once more begin charging up their laser's in preparation for an attack. The robots finally advance, sweeping out in both directions trying to flank us. I grit my teeth.

"Here they come!"

"Brace yourselves!" Matt calls over the battle.

Garurumon dashes to the side, while Greymon takes a wide stance in front of us, opening his mouth to fire.

"Nova Bla- ah come on!" The assailants are out of his line of sight and behind him before he even has a chance to let loose with his Nova Blast. He grimaces as they blast his back with laser fire. "Quite movin' you little…"

"Howling Blaster!"

A torrent of super cold nitrous oxide blasts past the floating turrets, scattering them away from Greymon's skull. My partner shakes his head. "Thanks for the help." he grumbles, before getting hit below the eye by random fire from the still sputtering wireless assailant. "Ouch! That stings!"

Garurumon snarls, subconsciously looking to Matt for direction. "They're too fast for our attacks."

Greymon snarls and reaches for the unchained robot. It shoots to the left, but he's ready with a swipe of his tail. The creature goes sputtering like a foul ball into the dirt, bouncing across the sand. Greymon grins beneath his bony helmet. "Not fast enough to keep from a beatdown!"

Matt has a hand to his forehead. "Maybe we can slow them down." He then snaps his fingers when the light bulb goes off. "I've got it!" He declares, before explaining to me his plan. I grin when I hear it.

"That's an idea I can sink my teeth into!"

Greymon glares at me. "I don't like this…"

"You'll be fine." I tell him. "Let's do this."

Greymon sighs, but relaxes. He shoots the four attackers a look of defiance. "Bring it on freshies!"

The challenge works. The four focus on Greymon, who half-heartedly swipes at them with his claws. They're attacks don't do as much damage to his skin as they would have had he not digivolved, but I can tell from here that they're a little more than annoying. But just when it appears they have the upper hand, our plan comes into play.

"Howling Blaster!"

Garurumon fires from a strategic position away from Greymon, the force from his jaws cutting a swath through the air. He doesn't fire at the droids, but instead at their flank, forcing them to dodge away from the cold. And right into the waiting arms of a very pissed off Greymon.

"Gotcha!" Greymon shouts when he catches the wires at the stem. "Now Garurumon!"

"Howling Blaster!"

Garurumon again lets out a stream of hyper-cold liquid from deep inside his core. The wave arches above Greymon's head, washing over each of the bug-like robots. With no way to dodge, the creatures completely freeze over, their life signs diminishing as soon as the casing of ice surrounds them. With a grunt, Greymon snaps the metallic insects from their wiring and tosses them into the air. It's over.

"Nova Blast!"

Greymon lets out a huge ball of fire directly at the falling orbs. They explode on impact, breaking apart into bits and pieces of data and blowing off in the wind. I rise from my position on the ground with a grin plastered to my face. "Way to go guys!"

The battle itself felt like forever. It probably only took four minutes.

"Done and done." I declare as I rise from the ground. "Good work team."

"Things could have been a lot better." Matt grumbles behind me.

"They could have been worse too Matt-y." I tease him again. "Lighten up. We just survived an attack by some mysterious unknown Digimon and proved why we're the best. We should have a party."

Matt gives me a look. "Having literal idol worship isn't enough?"

A large drop of sweat rolls down my face. "Meh… forgot about that guy."

Garurumon approaches the lone survivor, the disconnected bumblebee of a robot who appears to be off-line. He nudges the creature with his nose, his topaz eyes glimmering in the sunlight. "Smells like Digichrome…"

"Scorched Digichrome!" Greymon grins beneath his armored helmet. "I frikkin' rock!"

Greymon and Garurumon lapse into another argument about who was superior during the fight. Matt approaches the wreckage carefully, his face furrowed in thought. "I didn't hear any battle calls. No attack codes…"

"No prerequisite bad guy monologues." I yawn.

He picks up the remaining assailant, hefting it in his hands and looking over it carefully. "I don't think they're real Digimon." He decides. "I don't even think they're sentient."

Garurumon snorts. "Well if they're not Digimon, what are they?"

"Leftover dark spires?" Greymon suggests.

"I don't know." Matt concedes. "Whatever they are, they don't act like standard Digimon."

He looks into the little robots eye. It starts glowing.

Matt lets go of the critter just as if fires a laser blast into the air, narrowly missing my blonde comrade. Garurumon pounces on the orb in moments; his heavy paws slamming into the robot again and again. Greymon and I rush over as quickly as we can. "Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah." Matt breaths deeply. "That was a close one."

"Well, at least we know they're delete-able." Greymon muses. He nods towards Garurumon, who even now is watching data flow through his paws as the last of our attackers dissipates into nothingness.

I place a hand on my chin in thought. "If the science team ran into them on their journey…"

"Let's not jump to conclusions." Matt advises as he dusts himself off. "We were attacked. But that still doesn't tell us what happened to the research team. For all we know this attack could have nothing to do with them."

"And to think." I say as I approach the wires still extended from the ground. "All that trouble over a couple of cables." I reach in for a closer look.

"Don't touch that!"

Matts sharp voice halts me in my tracks. "What? I was just gonna check it out."

"That may have been a fatal mistake. Remember what Mina said?"

I frown, realization washing through my brain. "Everyone who dealt with these things ended up in a coma."

Matt nods. "None of them has woken back up."

My eyes furrow in confusion. I glare at the wires, which even now have begun slithering back underground. "…What the hell are we dealing with?"

Before Matt can respond, we hear a sudden shrill cross the hilltops. We stop what we are doing to try and register what we've heard. I frown. "What was that?"

"Who was that?" Matt corrects me. "That was human by the sound of it."

Immediately, I jog in the direction of the scream. "C'mon, we need to go after it."

"Wait Tai!" Matt shouts as he catches me by the arm.

I turn to face him. "What?"

"We can't just run willy-nilly up the hill." He warns me. "It could be a trap."

"Or it could be a new ally who needs our help." I remind him. "Come on Matt. Do you wanna live forever?"

He rolls his eyes, but I know he'll follow. "C'mon Garurumon."

I reach up for Greymon. He leans over and I climb up to the base of his neck, patting Greymon on the skull when I've comfortably seated myself. He grunts, rising into the air. By now Matt has mounted Garurumon as well. Satisfied, the four of us trek up the dune where the figure first appeared. We reach its peak in no time, the four of us looking over the gap to find: "Nothing."

Matt frowns. "Whoever that was did not want to be seen."

I frown. It's a quiet, deserted looking place, full of dust and damages and bad decisions. Slim pillars shoot straight up everywhere, while the walls are covered in dead vines; cracked and shattered in places across the whole building. There was once a large statue here, though it's long sense been distorted by winds and sands and probably missle damage from some unknown battle that took place. Nothing about this place should be interesting to me. Even so…

Something's wrong.

The cold feeling that I usually get when something bad happens shoots up my spine and makes my hairs stand on end. This place… Something about this place makes me feel like hell.

Ruins scatter the Digiworld like leaves in autumn. Each one unique, with its own story to tell. I shouldn't be feeling this way for just another set of ruins. Each wall, each dust covered floor… I feel as though I've walked in them. A wicked sense of déjà vu almost. Like I've been here before, and paid dearly for coming. I wrap my fingers around the Digivice strapped to my belt.

"You okay?"

Ever perceptive, Matt gives me a frown that lets me know he's worried. I shake the feeling. "How did we find this place?"

"Well let's see. You decided to ignore our carefully made out plan…"

"Enough with the plan Matt, sheesh. You're like a broken record."

Matt smiles a little, but his worry hasn't left his eyes yet. "Even so, are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine." I admit, finally. "Just a nasty feeling of Déjà vu."

"Don't know about that." Greymon grunts. "This place is giving me the creeps though."

"Me too." Matt acknowledges. "Any sign of our friend?"

"Not from where I can see." Answers Garurumon.

"Where did he go?" I ask.

"Don't know." Answers Garurumon. "I don't smell anything."

"Me either." Grumbles Greymon. "Just the same metal smell that came from the robot."

"…I still smell that too." Garurumon snarls.

Matt and I share a glance. Things are quiet. Too quiet. "Stay sharp everybody." I whisper. For a moment we don't move.

Suddenly there is another scream, louder than before. Greymon growls beneath me. "Tai, look! Someone's being chased!"

He points a few meters down the hill. A small feminine figure, barely visible, is seen running for its life. Behind it, fly more of the same kind of creature we dealt with earlier: flying metallic bumblebee looking monsters with lasers for eyes. There are ten of them this time floating in and out of formation after her. They fire at the feet of the figure, who can't possibly hope to out run them forever.

A blast from one of the assailants knocks the figure to the ground. We can't tell a whole lot about her, but a few details are clear. She's definitely humanoid, with no traces of fur, scales, claws, or any other assorted animal parts some perverted fur-fan might be into. It's hard to tell more though. She's covered in what appears to be the robes of a monk, her face hidden from us by a long hood. We can see a little though. She appears to be our age: nineteen to twenty, though these days it's hard to be definitive. And she is scared out of her mind. "Definitely not a Digimon." Matt muses from his perch.

Greymon gasps. "It's human!"

I spit. "Anyway, we've got to save her."

Greymon growls as he trots forward. "I'm on it!"

We're off to the races then, Greymon rushing forwards at full speed. Behind me I hear Matt cry out in alarm. "Tai!"

"We don't have time!" I shoot back. "We have to save her."

"I'm behind you! Just-"

He shuts up and gazes skywards, his skin turning pale. I follow suit. "Oh boy."

Five of the attack 'bots have veered away from their prey and are making a beeline towards us. Matt gives me a quick glance. "Same as before?"

I nod. "Understood. Greymon?"

My partner is about to charge into them, when the the drones fly upwards. It's only when their red eyes are glaring at me that I realize that their tactics have changed. They unleash a quick volley at the base of Greymon's skull, and try as he might there isn't much he can do to defend himself and me. I'm tossed from the back of his neck by the recoil, bouncing down my partners spine and landing with a thump in the warm desert sand. Everything goes black for half a second.

"Tai!"

I can hardly hear my partner's worried cry. But I do hear it, which is a good sign. I shake the cobwebs from my head and struggle to my feet. "I'm alright!"

Garurumon kneels to allow Matt to dismount safely. "Best to let us handle it."

He nods. "Understood! Go get 'im!"

I struggle to my feet, dizzy, but nothing feels broken. Matt is by me now, and the two of us watch as our champions charge back into battle. As fast and annoying as these drones are, they still aren't as intelligent.

"C'mere you annoying little parasites!" Greymon roars as he chases through their laser fire after the connecting wires. Garurumon's Howling Blaster again is used to herd the brainless automatons into my dragons reach, and soon his claws again surround the black wire. "Now Garurumon!"

"Howling Blaster!"

"Nova Blast!"

The second wave lights up the sky in a fiery explosion, the black wires falling lifelessly from Greymons arms. The destruction of their wing mates has brought the attention of the other drones away from their helpless prey and directed towards us. "This is the last batch." I remind our partners. "Let's show 'em what we're made of!"

"One more time eh Greymon?" Garurumon grins, his fangs barred.

"Unn…" Greymon acknowledges, rising to his full height. "Why don't you stupid robots pick on someone twice your size!"

The insect-like robots buzz away from the downed figure, who stares at us from beneath her hooded cloack. Greymon flails his claws about to 'attack' them, while Garurumon continues to herd them closer and closer. This isn't even a real fight anymore. I dust myself off, feeling much better. This mission has just become a game of rinse and repeat. Man these things are dumb.

"I got 'em!" Greymon announces once his claws surround all five remaining black wires. "Easy as-"

And then he looks up.

"-Pie?"

We all stare in shock and horror as the five remaining orbs glow with a familiar light. Suddenly their outer shells explode outwards, five wireframes that no longer seem individual. Greymon lets go of the wires, but it may already be too late. The black coils have begun to wrap around themselves as well, twisting all the way to the ground.

Greymon blinks. "Crap."

The parts have merged into one giant humanoid machine: hoisted into the air by mechanical wings and connected at its tail by the same snake like wires running to the ground. It's grown long, green arms from the side of the middle orb; extending the length of it's body and ending in three flat fingers. It looks like a poor excuse for a Gundam villain, three orbs making up it's body, with a single, menacing eye attached at the top. It's this red iris that focuses solely on us, glowing crimson with building energy. Greymon and Garurumon take defensive positions in front of the three of us, bracing themselves for the worst.

I blink in shock. "Did they just DNA digivolve?"

"Without DNA?" Matt shakes his head in shock.

Greymon and Garurumon have no desire to find out. Both of their mouths open with energy flowing through their core.

"Nova Blast!"

"Howling Blaster!"

The giant mecha dodges, easily. Before our partners can fire again, the robots central iris glows red again, but the charge is longer than before. Matt stares for a moment, before his expression becomes panicked. "Get out of the way!"

As if on cue, the robot fires off a shot that had to be seen to be believed. Greymon and Garurumon barely leap away in time to avoid the massive blast that races across the desert sands, leaving a sheet of glass in its wake. Matt and I have to cover our faces to keep the wind from slicing through our eyes. Then everything gets quiet.

Greymon stares at the path of glass in awe. "Hack me…"

"I don't think the plans gonna work this time." Garurumon concedes.

Matt frowns. "We need to thin-"

He doesn't get the time to finish that thought. The green tendrils that form his 'fingers' shoot out and catch Greymon by his antlers. In a second my partner is on his stomach, forced to the ground after losing the battle against android force and digital gravity. Garurumon charges at full speed, only to be swatted away carelessly by a robotic back hand. I feel my pulse quicken. "What is this thing?"

Greymon struggles to his feet as the giant mecha approaches him, it's single red eye glowing again. I scream, but it's no use. If Greymon doesn't dodge that beam he's a gonner for sure. The mecha approaches, with the end in sight…

When suddenly a rock shoots out of nowhere and clinks off the robots head.

The being turns and faces the figure who stands with several rocks in her hands, suddenly looking less than confident. I blink. She stayed. The robot hurtles towards her, red eye flashing. In a moment she's on top of her, the orbs that make up his ribs swirling around one their axis. It's only a moments distraction. But that was all the time we needed.

"Horn Impulse!"

Greymon leaps from his feet; his body shooting forwards like a rocket, colliding with the giant robot. Garurumon pounces on the figure, catching it by the cloak and leaping out of harm's way. The robot tries to aim its laser in their direction, but Greymon is ready this time. His razor sharp claws peirce right through the iris, rendering it useless. The Mecha tries to brush him away but Greymon catches. With a grunt, his powerful arm rips the robots limb from its socket, sending sparks flying across the desert floor. It shrieks and brings its head forward, ramming Greymon's skull and staggering my partner.

Garurumon snarls, placing the figure gently to the sand and trotting back into the battle. We rush over to its side, while our wolf charges into the mix. The one-armed mecha swings at him, but he's too fast, ducking beneath the swinging blade and catching hold of a leg with his teeth.

"Subzero Ice Fang!"

Garurumon's gums turn blue as the temperature in his jaws drops well below freezing. Ice begins covering the leg of our enemy, freezing it to the ground. The robot shrieks again, bringing the butt of it's remaining arm into Garurumon's body and tossing him in the air. He lands with a thump, but rolls back to his paws in no time, his teeth bared. The robot takes a step forward – and that's all he can do. Its head swivels quickly to its leg, quickly realizing that Garurumon's Subzero Ice Fang is no joke.

"He's stuck!" Matt shouts to me.

I grin. "No problem. Greymon!"

My partner's eyes go feral. Steam pours from his nostril, as he prepares to unleash his rarest attack.

"Nova Flame!"

Greymons jaw drops, and a stream of pure white fire blasts from his maw with full force. I can feel the heat from here. The flame tears through the humanoid robot, breaking through it's armor and setting the monster ablaze. It shrieks one final time, before it's data explodes outwards, bits and pieces raining and dissipating into the sands of Server. I raise my hand in victory. Crisis averted: score one for the good guys.

"That was too close a call." Matt says as he approaches, breathing a sigh of relief.

"What are you complaining about?" I ask. "We won."

"It would have gone by smoother if we had a-"

"If you say 'plan', I swear Matt I'm gonna…"

I trail off. Matt isn't paying me any attention. I follow his gaze to understand why. The figure stands, staring. Her hood hides much of her face in this light, but her skin is clear and tanned. She stands there nervously; her breathing is visible to both of us from here. Matt and I share a look, and we step forward.

"Yo, I'm Tai. And this is-"

A yelp, and she's already running away from us.

Matt gives me a glance, and we chase after.

"Hold on!"

"Hey! We're talking to you!"

She doesn't respond, running hard for the dune opposite us. She's fit. Definitely athletic. She's making good time up the dunes, despite the loose sand and her old worn out sandals. Matt is losing steam behind me, but I press on, catching up to her. "Just hold on a second!"

She reaches the top of the hill and is met face to face with Garurumon, who circumvented us all. She screams and slips, tumbling down the dune towards me. I don't have long to brace myself before she's crashed into me. We both go tumbling down the dunes, past Matt and landing at the base with a thump. She scrambles off me, but by then Matt is by us as well. Greymon lumbers into view, and Garurumon remains perched at the top of the dune. There's nowhere left to run.

"Hey, hey. We aren't gonna hurt you. Okay?" Matt tries to reason with the girl. "We're here to help."

She clutches the hood down, trying to hide her face.

"We're here to help you." I repeat slowly as I dust myself off. "Trust us."

She holds herself stiff, clearly not pleased at being caught. Still, she doesn't turn to attack, waiting patiently for us to come closer. We're only inches from her when Matt finally asks the question on both our minds. "Who are you?"

She turns to us and pulls back her cloak. My jaw drops.

She looks just like her in this light. There are plenty of differences, yes. Her hair's too long. Her skin's too dark. Her figure is thinner and stiffer. But her eyes are the sweetest shade of hazel brown, just like hers: clear and sharp and beautiful. My heart skips a beat.

She looks just like Sora.

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