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    Chapter 131 - A Grasping Truth

    Ulysses Melchett

    The bright blue sky, filled with pure white clouds, was the only sign of hope that I could draw from our current situation. We stood in a large dirt clearing, with a large forest off in the distance. Abigail and Flamedramon, to my immense relief and amazement, were able to find the members of the guild. The small group I had arrived in the past with met with this much larger group, minus Melanie and Madelyn. This thought remained in the back of my mind as we spoke of what happened.

    According to Isole, Melanie had teleported herself away to Arcadia knows where, and I had no idea where Madelyn had gone off to; I felt the two disappearances were undoubtedly connected, but I tried not to worry about it. But, of course, worries have their own unique way of gripping the mind.

    “I’ll go out and search for them,” Lucia said, jumping onto Mihiramon’s back. “We will also have to be on the lookout for our enemy. We don’t know how powerful they are, so we should travel in groups, at least two or three.”

    “Yes…I’ll be fine on my own,” I said absentmindedly. This feeling…We’re being watched. But by who…?

    “Sir? Is there something wrong?” Lucia asked.

    “…No. Nothing’s wrong. There’s just something I need to take care of. All of you go on ahead and divide up into your groups…I’ve got something I need to take care of.”

    “If you insist. Be careful, boss.” Lucia took charge as she usually did. She divided our large group into many smaller ones. Sparrow and Hawkmon went one way, and Eleanora, Lunamon, Mia, Isole, Giselle, and Celtinemon went another; AeroVeedramon, Elizabeth, and Quetzalmon; Sieglinde, Lupinemon, and Tactimon; Tamiko, Kentaurosmon, and Zelda; Edmund and Trionfimon; Flamedramon and Abigail; and finally, she and Mihiramon would be going off with Matthew and Coronamon. A few were reluctant to leave me alone, but when they finally did leave, I thrust my claymore into the dirt.

    “Now, then…Come on out, wherever the hell you are.”

    “…Very wise of you to send your comrades away. You obviously do not wish to see them harmed…Is that not right?” a dark voice echoed throughout the area.

    “Something like that…” The voice sent chills down my spine. It wasn’t the way the voice sounded that filled me with fear; it was the familiarity I felt when I heard it.

    “It certainly has been a while, hasn’t it…Ulysses Melchett?” From the shadows in the nearby forest, a large and imposing figure approached. My heart sank a hundred yards.

    “…Master…Murmuxmon…What…W-What are you doing here?!” I yelled. The Digimon before me laughed.

    “Oh, Ulysses, I am not the master anymore…That title was the one I gave to you, remember?” Murmuxmon asked kindly. “Master Ulysses…”

    “What are you doing here, Master? Murmuxmon…How did you get here, in the past?” I stared at the Mega Digimon. I was unsure whether to feel joy at the sight of my old Master, or suspicious towards his very presence here in the past. Though, in the back of my mind, I felt that I already knew the answer…

    “Why, Ulysses…you already know why I’m here. I can see the realization forming within your beady, black eyes.” Murmuxmon grinned. “If I didn’t arrive here with you…then that can mean only one thing…”

    “…So…You are…with the enemy…”

    “You were always so naïve, Ulysses…Haven’t you ever wondered why I asked you to lead the guild when I left?” Murmuxmon asked.

    “You told me…it because…you had faith in me…” I mumbled. Murmuxmon laughed; a typical villainous laugh.

    “Oh, absolutely! Yes…I had faith in you…and your ineptness to screw everything up for Lachesis!” Murmuxmon was laughing maniacally now; I had never seen him act this way before. “I thought your entire damned organization would crumble to the ground underneath your sheer stupidity within a single year, Melchett! But as each year passed and Lachesis remained, my blood boiled over. I seethed with rage! How could you not screw up the one time I actually wanted you to screw up?!”

    “Master Murmuxmon…What are you saying…?” I asked.

    “What am I saying?! How stupid can you possibly be, Ulysses?! I was sent to infiltrate Lachesis by my master, IceDevimon. I was named second leader by Apollomon shortly before he died in battle. But, I was not to stay forever…IceDevimon needed me to return as soon as I was able to, so I picked the stupidest man I could find, and placed him in charge of your sorry organization. But man, it was exhausting; after Zelda and the others left on their little trip, it was another 244 years before you joined. I had to wait 353 years at that damned guild before you were named as the next leader!”

    “Why…Why does IceDevimon hate us so much, Murmuxmon?!” I inquired.

    “He isn’t completely heartless, you know. He was enraged when I was killed back when I was Asuramon. He had nothing against you lot at the time, but when I died…when Parrotmon, and Zudomon died…and ChaosGallantmon betrayed him…That’s when his ire began to grow. Zelda believed him to have died, and he very nearly did. But he can never die. He bided his time, and revived me, his most loyal henchman. Zudomon and Parrotmon had to do it on their own; he had only enough power to revive me.”

    “What is IceDevimon after?! What are you planning, Murmuxmon?!”

    “I really don’t think that’s any of your business, Ulysses,” Murmuxmon said in a haughty voice. “…But, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to tell you that I…was the one who killed King Byron.”

    “You…what?! The king is DEAD?!”

    “You heard me. I murdered the king seven years ago when I first arrived…and I took his place.”

    “Took his place…? The queen isn’t blind. You look nothing like Byron! You are a fool, Murmuxmon!”

    “A fool?! I prefer to save that word for someone who falls for such an obvious trick like this!” Right before my very eyes, Murmuxmon changed his shape from a winged Digimon to the man I knew as king. “See…?! Now, who’s the fool again? Because I don’t think it’s me!”

    “…Talosmon, Realize!” The form of the bronze giant appeared between me and Murmuxmon.

    “Murmuxmon…I remember the day you left like it was yesterday. There were hardly any of us at that time compared to as we are now. Just me, Ulysses, Wisemon, Edmund, Katsumi, Tactimon, Matthew, Coronamon, Eleanora, and Lunamon. You made me so proud to be the partner Digimon of Ulysses Melchett,” Talosmon began. “You had faith in him when no one else did. It was because of your motivation that Ulysses was able to do everything he did. Sure, he may not have made the best decisions from time to time, but nobody cares more than he does. Ulysses has been a good master, Murmuxmon! I will not stand by as you say that your motivation was nothing but a lie!”

    “And what do you plan to do about it, Bronze Giant?!” Murmuxmon turned back into his Digimon form, glaring deep into Talosmon’s eyes. Talosmon readied his giant sword, but it was too late, as Murmuxmon launched a Gehenna Flame from his mouth at the gargantuan Mega. Talosmon was launched backwards several feet, and fell flat on his back. I brandished my claymore, and swung it at Murmuxmon, but missed. “You don’t seriously mean to defeat me, Melchett?! Talosmon is no match, and you’re only a Human! You’re nothing to me!”

    “That isn’t important! Our reason for being here in the past is to put a stop to whoever intends to change the future we came from!” I shouted boldly. “Stopping whoever seeks to harm others…That’s what you taught me to do, Murmuxmon! All I’m doing, all I’ve ever done, is following your command…even if that means I have to destroy you!”

    “Well, when you phrase it like that, I can certainly understand your logic,” Murmuxmon pondered. “Even though it will be the death of you…will you still continue…?” Without giving my old master a response, I charged at him, striking him directly in the chest with my claymore. “…You poor, contemptable, fool…But your last act will be one of courage. I will make sure your friends know that after I burn you to a crisp! Gehenna Flame!” Before I could so much as blink, the flames of Murmuxmon surrounded me. My skin seared away instantly; my hair blackened and burned away. The blade of my sword melted, and I could feel the fluids in my eyes evaporate. I tried to scream, but no sound came out over the roar of the inferno. All of this happened within the span of just a few seconds. I was nothing more than a charred skeleton by the time I hit the ash-covered ground. Murmuxmon’s dreadful, victorious laughter was the last thing I heard.
    "Evil can confuse you when you're staring at it straight in the face. You can hope the face of evil will change, but it won't unless you force it to change."


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    Chapter 132 - Sincerity

    Sparrow Lea

    “Okay…So, what exactly should we be looking for, Hawkmon?” I asked. The surrounding territory was quite dull; nothing much but dirt and sand, and little plant-life. However, at the bottom of a cliff nearby was a dense forest. “The enemy? Madelyn and Melanie? Madelyn and Melanie…mmm, what a combination…”

    “Sparrow, you do realize that trying to flirt with Madelyn will result in a highly bloody death at the hands of Lloyd, do you not?” Hawkmon asked. “Lloyd aside, I do not advise in attempting a relation with the young lady. I heard from Heather that during her time as a slave, a horrid man…well, he…he raped her.”

    “O-Oh…I, uh…didn’t know…Well, they should’ve told me! I wouldn’t try to make advances on her and traumatize her if I had known! Jeez…”

    “It’s kind of a personal thing, you know,” Hawkmon said. “I don’t even know if I should’ve told you; I just don’t want you to hurt her.”

    “Oh, come on! I only hit on girls unless they’ll hit back!” I protested.

    “You know what I mean. You flirt with every girl you see. On the off chance you actually could get a girlfriend, you’d just leave her for the next pretty face you saw!”

    “…Leave, Hawkmon. Get out of my sight.”

    “Oh, don’t be like that! You know I’m right!” Hawkmon said.

    “No, Hawkmon. You couldn’t be any further from the truth. Yes, I do flirt with every girl I see. But, if I were committed to another…I can’t believe you’d say that right to my face, Hawkmon. Some friend…”

    “Everyone in Lachesis thinks that!” Something inside me snapped. I pulled my Digivice out from my pocket, and hurled it right at the Rookie Digimon, striking him in the face. “Sparrow…”

    “I’ll tell you only one more time. Get out of my sight. Our partnership is over!”

    “Very well…I shall do as you wish…and disappear.” Without even batting an eye, Hawkmon turned his back to me, and flew off into the distance.

    “Hawkmon…how could you say that to me?! That isn’t something you say lightly and expect it to be forgotten just like that.”

    “If it’s any consolation, Sparrow…I never once thought that about you.” I sighed, and slowly turned around. Melanie stood behind me, the hood of her cloak somewhat ajar; light reflected off one of her eyes, and I could see a lovely shade of sky blue. At her side was Madelyn, and behind them, the unconscious bodies of Dominimon and Bokomon.

    “…What do you mean by never? We only met, like, a few days ago,” I said.

    “N-Never mind. But, Sparrow…You will need to reconcile with Hawkmon before this journey is at an end,” Melanie said.

    “I know…although, I did briefly consider leaving him behind in the past when we go back…So, um…how long were you, uh…listening to us…?” I asked.

    “L-Long enough for me to hear your plans for flirting with me,” Madelyn whispered. “And, um, for Hawkmon to tell you not to…and why…”

    “Right…well, this is awkward.”

    “Don’t worry about it, Mr. Sparrow. I know you aren’t anything like the man who raped me,” Madelyn whispered.

    “I should certainly hope so; that isn’t exactly something I condone!”

    “Aw, well isn’t this sweet?!?!?!” An obnoxious, maniacal laughter burned the air around us. I tightly gripped my axe and turned around just in time for a flame-covered fist to strike me directly in the middle of my face. The flame burned like none other I’ve felt as I hit the ground — granted, I’ve felt very few flames beforehand, but this fire almost seemed to be alive in its own way, a separate being than the one who threw the punch, and the flame was filled with a much deeper hatred than its owner. I looked up at the one who hit me; a red-armored Digimon with flowing blond hair stood above me. “Sorry, take you by surprise? Boss man always said the element of surprise was second only to that of fire! The name’s Agunimon!”

    “Agunimon…one of those Digimon who went back in time, I take it?” I asked.

    “You take right! Or, took…taken? Tooked…?”

    “Not the brightest flame in the campfire, are you…” Agunimon’s blue eyes narrowed with utter contempt.

    “Pyro Punch!” Another one of Agunimon’s punches just narrowly missed my head. My vision still blurred somewhat from his previous attack. I blindly swung my axe in the air, but missed quite pathetically. Agunimon took this opportunity to kick the side of my head. Once again, I fell to the ground, and Agunimon hit me with his Pyro Darts attack.

    “Hold steady, Sparrow; I’m coming!” Melanie exclaimed.

    “NO!” I could easily imagine the startled look on the mage’s face. “I’ve got this…I ain’t going to let this freak burn either of you ladies. You just keep watch over Dominimon and Bokomon over there, okay?”

    “…Understood,” Melanie whispered.

    “You hear me, Agunimon?! You aren’t going to lay a finger on these ladies while I’m still here!” I screamed, swinging my axe once more at Agunimon.

    “Fine; then let me fix that!” Agunimon chuckled gleefully. “You’re here now…but not for much longer! I’ll start by burning YOUR fingers! Pyro Tornado!” Agunimon’s attack hit me in the chest; the flames seared my skin, and I feared my heart would melt from the sheer intensity. I staggered, and dropped my axe to the ground.

    “Sparrow, watch out!” Madelyn shrieked. Had I been more conscious, I doubt it would have made a difference. I fell over backwards, and fell off the cliff I noticed earlier.

    Back when…I was with Hawkmon…Hawkmon…You bastard…You had to fly away before I could forgive you. I fell through the tops of the trees, hitting over and over again the thick branches, the sharp, thin twigs of the forest, until I finally hit the ground. I was bleeding in more places than I could count from the fall alone. I looked up and around. Nobody. I looked up the steep cliff; it was a lot bigger than it felt when I fell down. Is that…a meteor…? No! “Agunimon!”

    “PYRO PUNCH!” I rolled away just in time; the force of Agunimon’s impact cracked the earth. Flames rose up from the shattered ground, and singed the back of coat. “Ready to surrender? I’ll make your death less painful if you do! Can’t promise the same for the ladies, though…”

    “N-Never…I will not give up…” I reached to pick up my axe, but quickly remembered that I had dropped it before falling from the cliff.

    “What makes you so…what’s the word…determined?” Agunimon asked.

    “…Well…if it were any other situation, I’d probably say something cheesy about fighting for my friends,” I said. “I’d mean it, of course…but this time…It’s a bit more selfish. I’m trying to prove a friend wrong.”

    “Oh? Interesting…I’ve never heard that one before. Do go on.”

    “He insulted me, right to my face. I’d never…I’d never do what he said…to a woman I loved. Hasn’t he known me long enough to know that…? I would never…do that!” A shimmering green light erupted from the ground between me and Agunimon. The earth rose and crumbled, and from it, a Digi-Egg rose, and floated over to me.

    “…Sparrow. I should never have said that.” My heart skipped a beat; I looked towards the sky, and saw Hawkmon flying towards me. “I’d never be so foolish as to beg forgiveness, Sparrow Lea…but I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you,” Hawkmon said.

    “ENOUGH of this! Pyro Tornado!” Agunimon unleashed a flaming tornado from his hands, but before it could hit me, Hawkmon jumped in front of me.

    “HAWKMON! NO!” The flames vanished, and Hawkmon fell, badly singed, to the ground.

    “Sparrow…I’m…sorry…”

    “Y-You’re forgiven…Hawkmon…just…don’t die…Don’t you dare die on me, you son of a bitch!” I screamed. The Digi-Egg in my hand began to glow once more, and with it, Hawkmon. “…Time to deal with this crazy Digimon. Are you ready?!” Hawkmon nodded. “All right; prepare yourself, Agunimon! Digi-Armor Energize!”

    “Hawkmon Armor Digivolve to, Shurimon, the Samurai of Sincerity!”
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    Chapter 133 - Enter the Dragon

    Sparrow Lea

    “…Time to deal with this crazy Digimon. Are you ready?!” Hawkmon nodded. “All right; prepare yourself, Agunimon! Digi-Armor Energize!”

    “Hawkmon Armor Digivolve to, Shurimon, the Samurai of Sincerity!” Hawkmon, in his new, leaf-clad form, stood tall and proud above Agunimon. “…This power…it’s different from when I Digivolved into Allomon or Moosemon. So much stronger…”

    “You may be powerful; but it’ll never be enough,” Agunimon said. “It never pays…to anger a dragon.”

    “A dragon…? You aren’t a dragon,” Shurimon scoffed. Agunimon closed his eyes, and lowered his head to face the ground.

    “When the mark of the dragon shines bright in the sky…legends tell of a terrible flame that will scorch the land and bring humanity to its knees,” Agunimon said. The tall Digimon snapped his fingers, and a spark of flames flew up into the air. The shape of a dragon made of fire formed in the sky, looking like over a mile long, and burning intensely.

    “Be careful,” I whispered. “Something’s going to happen…Be on your guard.”

    “Affirmative,” Shurimon nodded. The flaming dragon Agunimon conjured twisted around the sky, and flew down to envelop its summoner.

    “You think you’re the only one who can change form, ninja. Digivolution is normally reserved for the strongest of Digimon; but then, I suppose I don’t really know about Armor evolution,” Agunimon said. The flames now had him completely hidden from sight, save for his sky blue eyes. “Agunimon Digivolve to, BurningGreymon!”

    “…Well, fuck, that’s not good,” I muttered. “And I thought he was tall before…Sure you can handle this, Shurimon?”

    “I am. Do not fear, Sparrow…I shall not let you down. Ever! Kusanagi!” BurningGreymon spread his massive wings and took flight, flying above Shurimon’s thrown shuriken.

    “Pyro Barrage!”

    “Double Stars!” Shurimon jammed two of his shuriken into the weapons on BurningGreymon’s arms before the Dark Dragon could even ready his attacks; the weapons promptly burst into flame and seared BurningGreymon’s arms. Shurimon then threw the massive shuriken on his back at the dragon, and knocked him flat on his back.

    “If I were you, buddy, I’d stay down!” I shouted triumphantly.

    “Well, you aren’t me, buddy! And I ain’t staying down! Wildfire Tsunami!” BurningGreymon took flight once more, and became covered in flames that he shot out at Shurimon. My partner tried to strike back, but the flames of BurningGreymon’s attack proved to be too much for him. He fell to the ground, landing face first into the dirt. “HA! See?! Why stay down when you’re obviously stronger than your enemies?!”

    “No…you aren’t strong!” I yelled. “Shurimon will defeat you! Just because you knocked him down doesn’t mean you’ve won!”

    “Perhaps you’re correct…Well then, allow me to ensure that he doesn’t ever get back up again!” BurningGreymon dove down, reaching his claws out to Shurimon’s chest. As soon as he made contact, Shurimon’s body shattered into hundreds of leaves. “W-What?! What is this?!”

    “You’re right, BurningGreymon; there’s no need to stay down when you’re obviously stronger than your foe!” Shurimon exclaimed, hovering in the air above BurningGreymon. “Kusanagi!” One final time, Shurimon threw his large shuriken. The weapon tore through BurningGreymon’s chest, and the dragon came crashing down to the ground.

    “N-No…hah, damn it…guess you really were stronger, huh…” BurningGreymon was breathing heavily, and turned back into Agunimon. Blood came spurting from his mouth, and his voice was as ragged as his messy hair. “Stronger than me…but my master…he’s on a whole other level…All of us servants combined couldn’t come close to matching his power. So, Shurimon…I suggest you be afraid…be very afraid…of what is yet to come. Because…mark my words…it will be the end of you all…” Agunimon coughed up one final spurt of blood, and disintegrated into millions of bits of data.

    “…Well, that was fucking ominous,” I said. “How are you holding up, buddy?” Shurimon lowered himself to the ground, and turned back into Hawkmon.

    “I’ve been better, admittedly,” Hawkmon nodded, speaking slowly. “Fortunately, that last attack of his missed…I doubt I’d have been able to keep my heart in my chest where it belongs with that dragon attempting to claw it out…”

    “Yeah, you’d have to be Andromon or Talosmon to survive that,” I agreed. “…Or Lucia.”

    “You’d best ensure she never finds out you’ve said that,” Hawkmon laughed.
    “Well, she’d only prove my point if she did find out.”


    Tamiko Silverveil

    I looked around the surprisingly barren landscape of our past world from atop Kentaurosmon’s back. It was actually quite similar to my homeland of Silverveil, on the continent of Cyllene. Empty, dusty, and rather disheartening, devoid of hope and happiness. I looked over my shoulder at Zelda; the older girl had her arms fastened comfortably around my waist. “I haven’t seen a single living thing since we’ve split up, and that was almost an hour ago…Should we go back?”

    “Let’s keep going for a little while longer, dear. We need to keep going and find those evil Digimon before they hurt anyone,” Zelda replied.

    “I can keep going for quite a while, whatever your decision may be, ladies,” Kentaurosmon said. “But…I would advise you climb off my back soon. Someone is approaching; an unfamiliar presence…and a violent one.” Sure enough, I looked in front of Kentaurosmon, and saw one of the largest Humans I’d ever seen, with a dire expression on his scarred face, approaching us.

    “…You’re Kentaurosmon, aren’t you?” the man asked. “A noble knight of the not-so-noble kingdom of Silverveil. Even on Arcadia, your prowess was noted before you came to us.”

    “What is it you want of us?” Kentaurosmon asked. The Digimon held up his shield, blocking us from view as we quietly slid off his back.

    “…I’ve wanted to fight you ever since I’d heard you’d come to the Arcadian Continent. But unfortunately, duty called at the time, and I had to travel back in time with my master. But now…my responsibilities and my desires just so happen to intermingle perfectly. I, Kieran, challenge thee, Kentaurosmon, to single combat!”

    “Surely you jest,” Kentaurosmon scoffed. “A mere Human like you is nothing to the might of a Mega Digimon!”

    “…Perhaps it would interest you to know that I defeated Dominimon earlier in the day?” Kieran offered.

    “N-No! That can’t be possible!” Zelda yelled. “Not Dominimon…There’s no way he could lose to you…!”

    Oh, that’s right…Dominimon is her father…I…wonder what it’s like to care one’s father. I’ve never known…

    “He can and did, maiden. Now, step aside. I challenged Kentaurosmon, not you or your Spirits!” Kieran yelled. “Now, unless either of you wish to die, stay out of my way!”

    “Inferno Frost!” Kentaurosmon fired countless arrows from his crossbow, all of which Kieran was able to nimbly dodge with a speed that his buff physique would not suggest was possible. “I will not allow you to speak ill of my partner or her dear friends! Stand back, ruffian!”

    “Is that the best line you could think of?!” Kieran swung his axe, and struck the front Kentaurosmon’s shield. I could hear the sound of metal chipping, and a chunk of red iron flew off from the Digimon’s shield.

    “Inferno Frost—!”

    “Not fast enough!” With all his might, Kieran pressed his axe down further into Kentaurosmon’s shield; the entire thing shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces.

    “Kentaurosmon!”

    “Fret not, Tamiko; it shall take more than this to defeat me! Inferno Frost!” Before Kentaurosmon could attack once again, Kieran threw his axe to the ground and swung his sword, cutting through the crossbow on Kentaurosmon’s arm. Another sing cut through the armor on his chest and spilled some blood.

    “N-No…”

    “Yes! I’ll destroy Kentaurosmon and take all the glory that comes with it! I’ll take it all!” Kieran yelled maniacally.

    “S-Stand back Tamiko,” Kentaurosmon whispered raggedly.

    “No…No, I won’t! I’m not going to stand by and watch you get destroyed by this…nobody!” I shouted.

    “Don’t do it, Tamiko! Don’t get involved…” I, of course, ignored him, and pulled out my Digivice.

    “I don’t care! I won’t let you get hurt, Kentaurosmon! Charge! D.N.A. Burst Mode!”

    “…Kentaurosmon Burst Mode!”

    “…Hm. The Burst Mode…Ultimate evolution…A power achieved by a Digimon joining its power with that of its Human partner,” Kieran pondered. “Hmm…The foreign princess is indeed a viable threat to his majesty. I shall eliminate her first!”

    “NO! Gungnir Thrust!” An immense spear materialized in Kentaurosmon’s hand, and he jabbed it out directly at Kieran’s chest, but once more, the nimble Human was able to avoid the strike. “This fight is between the two of us, miscreant! Focus on me, or be destroyed!”

    “…I think I’ll be the one doing the destroying here!” Kieran picked up his sword once again, and thrust its blade deep into Kentaurosmon’s gut. The Gungnir fell to the ground, and following it, Kentaurosmon. “My weapons were given to me by my lord Murmuxmon. They are infused with the power of some of the strongest Digimon. I will not be defeated so easily. Not by you weaklings!” A bright glow enveloped Kentaurosmon, and he turned back into Kudamon. Kieran raised his sword and axe into the air, prepared to kill.

    “Come forth, Mercurymon!” The form of the tall Digimon Spirit materialized in front of my Digimon partner. Both of Kieran’s weapons bounced effortlessly off of Mercurymon’s shields.

    “…My opponent has fallen. There is no need for me to stay here any further…” Kieran sheathed both of his weapons, and turned away. “Be gracious that I choose to spare your lives. But be aware…this will not be for long. Whether it is me, my master, or one of my allies…your end will come soon.” As Kieran walked away slowly, I ran over to Kudamon and picked up his tiny, blood-soaked body.

    “Kudamon…Kudamon, please…be okay,” I sobbed, clutching him close to my chest.

    “He lives still, but just barely,” Mercurymon said. “We shall remain vigilant, for his sake.”
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    Chapter 134 - Life is no Game

    Elizabeth

    “AeroVeedramon…wake up!” I shouted. The snoring Ultimate twitched his wings in his sleep, but remained otherwise motionless. “AeroVeedramon, wake up. WAKE UP.”

    “Don’t waste your breath, my dear,” Quetzalmon said. “Lucia is the only one bitchy enough to wake him up. You’re just too gentle…”

    “That…is an absurd reason as to why I am incapable of waking him,” I whispered.

    “Well, it just means he isn’t afraid of you. That’s reserved solely for the Tiger Woman.”

    “Marvelous…so, when whatever enemy shows up to fight, we’ll be left on our own…”

    “Pretty much. But, at least we can handle ourselves, right?” Quetzalmon winked. He had always been a bit of a flirt, but he always had a special tone of voice reserved for flirting with me specifically. I knew it should bother me, but his voice was always so warm and kind, and it always put my woes at ease, of which I had many, in part due to my amnesia. The Mythical Animal twisted his serpentine body around mine, and snuggled his head right up against mine. I smiled, and gently placed my arms around him.

    “…Thank you, Quetzalmon. Thank you for always being with me…and for always staying by my side, no matter what happens,” I whispered.

    “And by your side, I shall remain as long as you need me to,” Quetzalmon whispered back. I closed my eyes, and embraced the warmth of the moment before a slight chill ran up my spine. “Are you okay, Lizzy?”

    “…Are we being watched?” I glanced over at AeroVeedramon, but the dragon was sound asleep.

    “Watched? I do not think so, my dear…” I pulled away from Quetzalmon, and surveyed the area. A small, golden lamp sat amidst the dirt and dist.

    “Was that there before…?” I asked.

    “I don’t think so, but…” The lamp was beyond eerie. An excessively grotesque smile sat beneath two beady, red eyes. I drew a kunai from my leg holster, and jammed it into the top of the lamp, which howled in pain.

    “I knew it…Now, who are you? Why are you following us?” I pulled the knife out from the lamp, and a vaporous, purple mist erupted from the shattered crack, followed by a green vapor that took on a humanoid form. “…Lampmon…?” My jaw dropped as the mist took the form of the Digimon that acted as the announcer of those barbaric Games.

    “Ah…My emerald-haired goddess; what a blessing to gaze into those beautiful eyes of differing colors!” Lampmon bellowed. “…Hm? You aren’t crying, now are you?”

    “Just don’t talk about her eyes, got it?!” Quetzalmon asked.

    “N-No, it’s fine,” I whimpered. “D-Did you need something, Mr. Lampmon…?”

    “Oh, just to destroy you and your friends; nothing big!” Lampmon laughed.

    “…What!?”

    “Oh, yes, did I not mention that before when you were a prisoner?!” Lampmon asked. “Ah, well; no matter. My true master is Murmuxmon — that’s the baddie you and your guild came to the past to destroy. I’ve been here in the past my entire life, but when Murmuxmon arrived seven years ago, I pledged my service to him at once! Ogremon never found out about him; he never was the smartest guy around…But now, why don’t you fall to the ground like a dog and prepare for your untimely demise, my dear?”

    “…I’m no dog. I’ll bow to nobody evil! I’ll not lower my belly to the ground and cower in fear while I still draw breath!” I screamed.

    “Hm…I’d not have guessed you to have so much courage based on your demeanor,” Lampmon grinned. “This ought to be more satisfying than I dared dream! Phantom Turban!”

    “V-Wing Blade!” A wide beam of energy tore through the ground and struck Lampmon in the chest and knocked the Mega to the ground.

    “Well, look who’s finally awake,” Quetzalmon muttered under his breath.

    “Meh, heard the whole thing,” AeroVeedramon yawned. “This’s the guy who kept us in that arena or whatever, right…?”

    “Yes, I do remember you!” Lampmon exclaimed. “I’d have sent you out to fight, but you were always sleeping. Not even Ogremon could wake you up by smacking you in the head with his cudgel!”

    “Yeah, people hit me on the head a lot, I just got used to it,” the Holy Dragon said, uttering another air-quaking yawn. “Ah, all this talking’s wearin’ me out. I’ll just kill you now, kay?”

    “I think not! You see, my goal of destroying you was born seven years ago, here in the past. Long before any of you were even born!” At these words, another chill fell down my spine.

    Long before…I was born? Why…why doesn’t that sound right to me? There’s no way I was alive at this time, but these surroundings all seem so familiar for some reason…like…I’ve been here, but not in our future…

    “V-Breath Arrow!”

    “Phantom Turban!” The turban sitting atop Lampmon’s fat head shifted around on its own, and took the form of a shield that completely blocked AeroVeedramon’s attack. The ribbons composing the shield squirmed around once more, and took the form of a dragon that flew out at the Holy Dragon. AeroVeedramon readied his Twister Saber attack and tore through a few ribbons of Lampmon’s attack, but the split ends tied themselves around AeroVeedramon’s arms and neck.

    “Freezing Wave!” Quetzalmon’s attack struck dead in the middle of Lampmon’s back, distracting the Mega long enough for me to cut through the ribbons encasing AeroVeedramon.

    “Magnum Crusher!” With Lampmon’s face at the center of the palm of his hand, AeroVeedramon slammed Lampmon’s head deep into the ground.

    “Phantom Turban!” Lampmon’s turban changed into a large sword, and cut almost all the way through AeroVeedramon’s left wing. AeroVeedramon roared, and tore himself away from Lampmon, and the Wizard Digimon flew back up into the air to strike the Holy Dragon in the face. I plunged one of my kunai into Lampmon’s back, but no blood came out. I felt nothing, really; my knife passed through as if through a mist. I felt my face go pale at the utter uselessness of my attack, and then felt Lampmon’s ribbons tightening everywhere around me. Two around my left arm, one on my right wrist; two around both legs, one around my waist, and the tightest was around my throat. I was lifted up into the air, and my arms and legs were spread out. My body started to become numb, starting with my fingers and toes before spreading all the way up the rest of my limbs from the cut-off circulation. AeroVeedramon was in a similar hold; miraculously, his left wing had not torn off the rest of the way. Quetzalmon, due to his snake-like body, only had two ribbons around his neck.

    “L-Let go…of Elizabeth!” Quetzalmon hissed.

    “You mean my emerald goddess? Oh, you need not worry; only a few scratches to contrast with her delicate beauty,” Lampmon grinned. “Her life shall remain intact.”

    “In that case…release…my friends,” I coughed.

    “Oh, no no no no no! You, my gorgeous, are all that I need. These dragons will die soon enough…and I’ll have you all to myself!”
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    Chapter 135 - A Battle of Spirit

    Mia Kiru

    A peaceful clearing in the forest presented itself to my group, consisting of Eleanora, Lunamon, Isole, Giselle, Celtinemon, and myself. This provided us a nice opportunity to rest after over an hour of walking. What looked to be an ancient city was at the outer edge of the forest; even in these early years, the white-brick structures looked old and weathered, but whether it was from age or some battle I could not tell.

    “…What part of Arcadia are we at?” Eleanora asked.

    “Queen Mana’s kingdom is a big one; its capital is where Yew is now,” I said. “Although, it is possible we are in the place that will become Lotisea Province, based on the architecture of this old city.”

    “Hard to believe anything can look old at this point in time,” Isole said. “We came from the year 1300 all the way to the year 57…”

    “Whoa, we traveled back almost 1,300 years into the past?!” Giselle gasped so loud that she almost choked on the inhaled air. “I didn’t think we’d come THAT far…”

    “And yet, there is still so much that is familiar,” I added. “It’s almost like one can tell, instinctively, where everything is going to end up in the future.” The others all nodded in agreement. “And then, when you go into town; everyone smiles at you, just like back home…”

    “…Mia? Are you getting homesick?” Eleanora asked.

    “Maybe a little bit…I’m starting to miss the others who didn’t come with us, but it really is like when we were back home, too, when we would go out on jobs, you know? But still…something about this seems different about this…”

    “It most likely is the severity of the situation,” Isole said. “So much more is at stake, even compared to when we were at the Cyllene Empire. We can’t risk altering our future too much. Time travel is dangerous work…”

    “Indeed it can be. But, I wouldn’t worry about it too much. I mean, sure, the future might be changed, but there are a whole lot of awful things that have happened. Wouldn’t it be nice if those bad things changed into good things?” It was a man who spoke, and his voice was not familiar.

    “…W-Who said that…?” I asked. I looked around, but saw nobody.

    “Look!” Giselle pointed up at the roof of one of the destroyed buildings. A blond man with a kind smile sat, looking down at all of us. A fine black suit seemed the appropriate choice of outfit for him, based on the sophisticated way spoke, down to his words of choice to his gentlemanly tone of voice.

    “Who are you?” Isole asked bluntly. “Are you with them?!”

    “‘Them’ who? If you mean the bad guys you came to stop, that’s a big yes!” The man smiled and clapped his hands. “The name’s Alphonse! Alphonse Lincoln! Murmuxmon entrusted me with hunting you all down, but I gotta say, I don’t think he could’ve picked a worse choice; there’s nothing I hate more than having to hurt pretty girls like you…” Alphonse gazed at all of us, fondly admiring our very presence.

    Ah, just like Sparrow…This won’t be too problematic, I suppose. I’ll use this to my advantage!

    “But, of course, I won’t be the one doing the fighting.” Alphonse slid off the building’s roof, and landed gracefully on the ground below.

    “Oh, you have some super-powerful Digimon partner that you think can take us on?” Eleanora asked smugly.

    “Hmm…in a manner of speaking, I guess you could say that!” Alphonse chirped. He slipped his hand into his pocket, and his gentle smile became quite menacing.

    No…he couldn’t be…like me and Zelda?! He can—?!

    “Come forth, Cerberusmon!” At the center of Alphonse’s hand was a Digimon Talisman. The dreadful Digimon he conjured lunged at us and leaped overhead, landing on the ground behind us. “Cerberus, my boy, time to get to work! Do try to make it rather painless, if you can.”

    “Quick, eh? Probably not my usual greeting, then,” Cerberumon growled.

    “…Eleanora. Take the others…and get out of here,” I said.

    “What?! Don’t be so blonde! It’s not like you!” Eleanora shouted.

    “Don’t argue with me. He’s a Summoner; I can handle him,” I retorted. “Remember; Summoned Digimon are stronger than living Digimon. And since I’m a Summoner, I’ll be fine. Okay?”

    “…You better know what you’re doing, Mia,” Isole sighed.

    “Go on. I’ll keep Cerberusmon distracted long enough for you to get out of here.” I reached into my purse and pulled out MegaKabuterimon’s Talisman. The enormous Insect tackled Cerberumon and pinned him up against a building with his large horn.

    “Well, that was a little rough; I wasn’t going to try and hurt them while they leave,” Alphonse said. “And I sure wasn’t going to order Cerberusmon to do it, either; I told you, I don’t like hurting pretty ladies.”

    “I’d have to defeat Cerberusmon anyway; might as well get an early start,” I shrugged. I looked back, and saw that Eleanora and the others had safely gotten away. “Let ‘er rip, Mega!”

    “Absolutely, my dear! Horn Buster!” A bright light surrounded the two Digimon Spirits, and soon, Cerberusmon had vanished from sight completely. MegaKabuterimon stood triumphant above Alphonse.

    “Well? Do my Spirits pwn or what?” I exclaimed triumphantly. Alphonse remained silent. “What? You were so confident before. Was the puppy your only Spirit?”

    “…You…by the Goddess, you…”

    “Is there…a problem?” I asked.

    “Problem? Oh, no, …I was simply marveling at your beauty…You are so very exquisite standing in a patch of sunlight; the way it reflects off your shimmering gold hair is just…Oh wow. I cannot believe I can still breathe in the face of such beauty!” Now, it was my turn to remain silent. I was used to Sparrow flirting with me, but Alphonse was far more suave with his words that it caught me off guard. “Hey, how ‘bout one date?” he asked. Now, I was truly stunned. Here he was, an enemy, asking me to go on a date with him! The nerve!

    But, he is kinda cute. Hell of a lot more formal than Sparrow, that’s for sure. No, wait! He’s the enemy! I’ll have to get one of my Spirits to kill him.

    “Well? What do you say, gorgeous?”

    “…If you can defeat me, I’ll consider it,” I said.

    “Ah! Excellent! I guess this means I’ll get to go all out! Now, let me see…” Alphonse reached into his pocket, and pulled out several Digimon Talismans, more than I had ever seen in one place at one time. “Hm…If we’re fighting MegaKabuterimon, then Togemon probably won’t cut it…Scorpiomon, Sepikmon, Tankmon, Raremon …Oh! I could try my new one!” Alphonse held up a single Digimon Talisman to the sky, and gazed at it lovingly. “Yes; probably my strongest Spirit, other than Gaiomon.”

    Wait…he has EIGHT Digimon Spirits?! Are you KIDDING ME?! That’s impossible…but, didn’t Zelda say she had nine once…? Aw, and I’m stuck with three…

    “All right! Get ready, gorgeous; I’m getting this one to go all out!” Alphonse held the Talisman directly above his head. “Come forth, MetalSeadramon!” A long, coiling serpent slithered down through the air, and I gasped as I recognized it as the same silver-colored MetalSeadramon that was the partner of Karen Swan. MetalSeadramon held the same recognition in his eyes as he stared down at me and MegaKabuterimon.

    “…Glad to see you lot survived that night,” MetalSeadramon whispered. “…Did you all make it back home safely? Karen…?”

    “Yeah, we all made it back just fine,” I replied. “Karen was really shaken up about losing you, though…”

    “…I miss her too…If you see her again, though…tell her that I’m fine,” MetalSeadramon said. “I’m happy with my current owner, so she won’t need to worry.”

    “…I will. Don’t worry…”

    “Ahem…I hate to interrupt this sweet reunion, but I must remind you, MetalSeadramon, that this is a business meeting,” Alphonse said. “And, as I recall you saying when we first me, you are a business Mon.”

    “…Yeah…you’re right. Sorry for this, Mia,” MetalSeadramon said.

    “Don’t worry…Just do what you have to do,” I whispered back.

    “River of Power!”

    “Horn Buster!” The attacks of the two Digimon Spirits collided in the air, but MetalSeadramon’s proved to be the stronger. The River of Power surged onwards, and blasted MegaKabuterimon into small flecks of data.

    “Damn it…Come forth, Blastmon!”

    “Final Subagōn Punch!” With a mighty leap, Blastomon rocketed into the air and slammed his two fists onto MetalSeadramon’s back, forcing the opposing Spirit to the ground. This, however, enabled MetalSeadramon to coil his long body around Blastmon. The crystal gems began to shatter and crack, and soon, Blastmon was destroyed.

    “All right! That’s one more down!” Alphonse exclaimed. “Hey, how many Spirits do you have left, lovely Mia?”

    “…Just this one. Come forth, Aquarimon!”

    “Excellent! Just defeat this one, and I’ll get a date with that Summoner!”

    “As you desire. Poseidon Dive!” An enormous tidal wave rose up from the ground just beyond this ancient city, and in a matter of seconds, the deluge crashed down on us. The cold water made my skin crawl, but to my amazement, I was able to breathe. I looked to my left, and saw that Aquarimon had changed to her underwater form.

    “Don’t worry; as long as I keep this form, you’ll be able to breathe underwater,” Aquarimon whispered. MetalSeadramon shot past her, missing her by a few inches. “Now, pardon me as I take care of this beast! Water Nebula!” MetalSeadramon roared as his shining silver armor became crumpled and dented. “Goddess Blades: Seven Slice Dance!” As Aquarimon swam past MetalSeadramon, the fins on her arms extended into long blades which she used to cut through MetalSeadramon’s armor and scales. The surrounding water reddened with the Digimon’s blood. Two final strikes from Aquarimon’s Goddess Blades sent MetalSeadramon sinking to the ground as the water he conjured from his attack receded until it vanished from sight completely, and with it, MetalSeadramon. Aquarimon shifted to her land form, and pointed her Goddess Bow directly at Alphonse’s chest.

    “Care to summon another Spirit? Aquarimon will just defeat them!” I exclaimed.

    “…Yeah…you’re probably right,” Alphonse sighed. “Well, there’s nothing much I can do. I submit…”

    “…Just…like that?” I asked. “You’re just going to let me go?”

    “Oh, no no no. I didn’t say I’d let you go,” Alphonse winked. “I’ll be going with you.”

    “Why? So you can stab her in the back when she’s not looking?” Aquarimon snapped.

    “Only if she wants me to.”

    “Wha…?”

    “Oh, and I’ll be joining your guild, too. Hope that’s fine!”

    “Why would I let you join after you—?!”

    Alphonse tilted his head, but kept his charming smile. “Don’t tell me your guild has never accepted past enemies before; I know Flamedramon treated you far worse than I would ever imagine doing,” he said.

    “I…guess…Why do you want to join us, though…?” I asked.

    “Well, we agreed that if I defeated you, you’d go on a date with me. But then, it occurred to me that we never discussed what would happen if I lost,” Alphonse said. “So, I figured I’d might as well join you. A guild with someone as beautiful as you can’t be all bad, now can it?”

    “…And that’s…the only reason you want to join? Me?”

    “Yep! But, that doesn’t mean I won’t be betraying any of your pals or anything! Wouldn’t want to eliminate that lovely smile of yours.” Alphonse winked once again, and I couldn’t help but smile.

    “…Fine, I give up. But, if you do anything to make me think that you’re not loyal to my guild, I won’t hesitate to get Aquarimon to snipe you in the face,” I snapped. “…Or lower, if you catch my drift.”

    “Yeah…I got it, my love,” Alphonse said, not in the least off-put by my threat.
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    Chapter 136 - Thread of Life

    Eleanora Kasuto

    My mind, already burdened with worry over Matthew, was now unbearably crammed by unease over leaving Mia behind. Every five seconds, I’d subconsciously turn around to look back, but saw nothing but forest.

    “Ellie, just stop worrying about her; Mia’s going to be fine,” Isole said.

    “It’s not just her; she’s worried about Matthew, as well,” Lunamon whispered. “She just has a lot on her mind is all…”

    “Look, if you’re worried about them, then go and look for either one; I don’t care,” Isole snapped. “Find your brother; find Mia. Just stop moping around, would you?”

    “But…what about you?” I asked. Isole sighed.

    “Just go. We’re going to look for Ulysses, okay? Go look for Matthew and Mia,” Giselle said.
    “…Okay. Thank you.” I picked up the small Lunamon, and ran in the opposite direction we came from, hoping Mia would be safe and sound.


    Sparrow Lea

    “So…now that Agunimon’s dead, what should we do?” I asked. “Should we try to find the old man?”

    “That may be the optimal decision,” Hawkmon said. “Although, it may be wise to find Madelyn and Melanie; they aren’t safe by themselves.”

    “Yeah, good point. But, our fight against Agunimon took us a long way away from them, so finding them might take a while,” I said, more to myself than to Hawkmon. A loud yawn broke though the silence, nearly making me jump out of my skin. “…AeroVeedramon…?”

    “Mmm…who’s that…? I don’t know any AeroVeedramon…” It was a woman’s voice who spoke; a soft and soothing voice that made my heart race. The woman who spoke was far lovelier than her voice; bright orange hair and deep violet eyes, with a complexion fair and loose, black clothing.

    “Oh, no need to worry about him, gorgeous; let’s talk about us,” I smiled kindly at the woman. “My name’s Sparrow; and who might you be, my little dove?”

    “Huh…? Oh…I’m Marissa…an assassin,” the woman said through several yawns. The casual tone of voice with which she spoke was rather unsettling, but she was just so pretty that I paid it no mind. “Came back in time with my boss to do something…don’t know what…just something…”

    “Back in time?! You’re trying to change the past!” Hawkmon screeched. “Then you must be with Agunimon!”

    “Hm…? Yeah, guess so…Is that weird…?” Marissa asked. “He’s kind of a jerk…”

    “Well, the good news is that he’s dead,” I said.

    “Oh…is that so…? Oh well…bound to happen sooner or later,” Marissa yawned. “But…if you killed him, I guess this means we gotta fight now, huh…?”

    “It’s starting to appear that way,” Hawkmon said.

    “Well…Just don’t be too surprised when you see what I can do,” Marissa said. Without even bothering to ask what it was she could do, I pulled my Digivice from my pocket.

    “Digi Armor Energize!”

    “Hawkmon Armor Digivolve to, Shurimon, the Samurai of Sincerity!”

    “…Armor…pretty neat,” Marissa whispered. She pulled her own Digivice out from her pocket, and held it up above her head. “Bio Hybrid D.N.A. Charge!”

    “Wha…she’s one of them?! Like Abigail?!” I exclaimed.
    “Bio Hybrid Digivolve to, BioNymphmon!” Marissa, upon turning to her Digimon form, grew much smaller, shorter even than Hawkmon or Coronamon, and darter around the sky faster than I could see. “Get ready for this! My Human side is all lazy and stuff, but I’m in a whole ‘nother league!”


    Tamiko Silverveil

    Kudamon lay, a small and curled, fuzzy lump underneath a soft fleece blanket, next to an unconscious Kamemon. Zelda and Lilliana sat by either side of me as I gently stroked Kudamon behind the ears.

    “They’ll be okay, dear; they just need to rest,” Zelda whispered.

    “…Shawjamon…and even Kentaurosmon…for them to be defeated…these bad guys must be really strong,” Lilliana said in a barely audible voice.

    “…It…It’s all my fault…if I were a better partner…then Kentaurosmon…he’d have—”

    “It’s nobody’s fault.” I looked over my shoulder, and saw AeroVeedramon crash unsteadily to the ground. On his back was a badly injured Elizabeth, and in his hands an equally hurt Quetzalmon. “They’re really strong…too strong…Lampmon’s powerful, even for a Mega. There was nothing I could do…”

    “AeroVeedramon…”

    “Don’t talk for now; just rest, and save your energy,” Zelda whispered.

    “…I’m pathetic…I couldn’t protect my friends…from that bastard,” AeroVeedramon wheezed. “It was all I could do to keep them from getting killed…”
    “…We need to find the others,” Lilliana whispered. “If the enemy found us now, we wouldn’t be able to protect ourselves, strong as they are…We have to…we can’t lose…everybody’s future depends on it…”


    Celtinemon

    “…I should have guessed…the moment she asked to stop to rest…that she would FALL ASLEEP!” Isole screamed. Giselle squirmed around in her sleep, but remained as such through my outburst.

    “Try not to be too hard on her, Miss Isole; all of this walking around is exhausting for all of us, even me,” I said in a gentle voice.

    “Yeah, but this is important! We can’t afford to waste time, OR sleep out in the open!” Isole snapped. “This is ridiculous; we need to find Ulysses, not conserve our own energy!”

    “…Why don’t you go on ahead, then? I’ll stay here with Giselle; I know you act like you don’t like her, but I think that you care about her deep down,” I replied.

    “N-No I don’t! Really! Honestly!” Isole shouted. “…But, she is your partner, and, er, not…mean, so I guess it makes more sense for you to stay with her anyway…” I smiled.

    “I wish you luck, Isole. Please, be careful.” Isole nodded, and ran back to the forest. I sighed, and then sat down on the ground next to Giselle. I stoked her brown hair out of her face, and looked up at the sky. My right arm suddenly jerked up into the air and reached for my sword. “W-What’s going on?! No!” My sword lowered closer and closer to Giselle. I tried to loosen my fingers, but they wouldn’t budge. “G-Giselle! Wake up!” My partner didn’t stir. “GISELLE!”

    “Ah, ain’t gonna work, lady. Try an’ struggle all yeh want, you ain’t gonna break free!” Slowly, my head raised up, again, without my doing. A rather short Digimon sat above me in the trees, looking down at me with a devilish grin. “Ah, there’s them pretty eyes! Can’t wait to see ‘em fill with despair when ya cut yer pal’s throat!”

    “Who are you?!” I screamed.

    “The name’s Puppetmon. Mega level, by the way,” the Digimon said. “Lachesis, right? Yep? Here to kill you all. Hope that’s cool with yous.”

    “N-No, that’s NOT cool with us! Now let go of me!”

    “‘Fraid I can’t do that’s. Gotta kill you on order of Murmuxmon, after alls,” Puppetmon said. “Won’t do you any good to wake up yer pal, either. I’ll just make you chase ‘er till she dies!”

    “No…”
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    Chapter 137 - Looking for Blood

    Celtinemon

    “Faerie Divider!” Still caught up in Puppetmon’s Wires Choking attack, I charged my sword and cut through the threads that bound me. Puppetmon, clearly surprised, picked up his hammer and jumped down from the trees.

    “Puppet Pummel!”

    “Faerie Divider!” Our two attacks collided, and the two of us were thrust back by their overwhelming power. “Shooting Star Sword!” I flew high up into the air, and fired a powerful beam of light from my sword at the wooden Mega level. Although the attack hit, Puppetmon did not appear fazed in the slightest. Puppetmon leaped high into the air and slammed the end of his hammer into my belly with explosive force, making me fall back down to the ground. I glanced over at Giselle, but still, she had not woken up.

    “Don’t bother tryin’ to wakes her; I slipped her a little something earlier that’ll keep hers fast asleep for a good long times!” Puppetmon smirked.

    “…She might not wake up soon, but I can still fight you!” With my eyes still on my sleeping partner, I saw her Digivice begin to shine from inside her pocket. “Celtinemon Digivolve to, Morgannamon!”

    “Oh, so you’s a Mega now too, huh? Nice trick!”

    “Clear Moon Sky!” As I readied my attack, my arms were suddenly thrust and tied behind my back by Puppetmon’s doing.

    “You’s as strong as you’s purdy; can’t let one of yer attacks hit me, right?” Puppetmon asked.

    “Actually, I wouldn’t mind if you’d let a few of them hit…”

    “Yeah, whatever; but, thanks for makin’ yerself stronger for me! Makes it all easier for me to get rid of yer pal there!” Puppetmon exclaimed. The small Mega twitched his fingers about, and forced me to raise my staff above my head, while the crystal at its center began to glow. “Now! Shoot of your strong attack!”

    N-No! How is he doing this?!

    “Night of the Falling Stars!” Just seconds before my attack launched, a tiny Digimon flew out from the trees and crashed into Puppetmon; the two Digimon tumbled to the ground, and I was freed once more from Puppetmon’s grasp.

    “W-What…just happened?” I asked.

    “Morgannamon?!” Sparrow, followed by a Digimon I didn’t know, followed the small Digimon out of the forest.

    “Sparrow, what’s going on?!” I asked. “And who is that with you?”

    “See that small Digimon — Nymphmon? She’s with the bad guys, but she’s a lot stronger than she looks. I’ll need some help defeating her, if you don’t mind,” Sparrow winked at me. “And this…is Shurimon. I found another Digi-Egg for Hawkmon and Armor Digivolved him.”

    “Puppetmon, what are you doing here?!” The tiny Digimon alighted into the air over Puppetmon’s round, wooden head.

    “Oh, sorry, did I knock into you’s right before you’s were about’ta finish the enemy?!” Puppetmon retorted sarcastically.

    “You were the one who got in MY way! I was preparing to attack when you slammed into me, you big wooden idiot!” Nymphmon screeched. “Well, go on! Redeem yourself by taking their lives!”

    “Fine! I was gonna do that anyway, shrimp!” Nymphmon glared at the marionette, but said nothing before spreading her butterfly wings and taking flight. “Hah! Good riddance, tiny! Now, onto business!”

    “Man, I wanted to fight the girl…” Sparrow sighed, looking disappointed as Nymphmon flew away.

    “Sparrow, she’s, like, three inches tall,” I said.

    “I like short girls too!” Sparrow protested.

    “Focus, Sparrow. We must focus on the enemy at hand,” Shurimon said. “Double Stars!”

    “Wait, watch out!” I screamed. Puppetmon grinned and held out his hands, taking hold of Shurimon with his invisible wires.

    “Get ready to hurt your friends!” Puppetmon laughed. “I feel like using that big weapon on your back for this! Kusanagi!”

    “Sparrow, move! Get out of the way!”

    “Ha-ha, too late for that!” Puppetmon had forced Shurimon to use his attack before I could move; Sparrow attempted to block the thrown shuriken with his axe, but he only succeeded in splitting his own weapon in two. Several shards of metal cut through his shirt and became lodged in his shoulder.

    “W-Well, that’s just great!” Sparrow gasped. “What do we do now?! He’s controlling us like that spider bitch, Widow…”

    “…I’ll have to knock him out,” I whispered. “He’ll get hurt a little bit, but I promise he’ll survive.”

    “…Okay. I trust you, Morgannamon,” Sparrow said. I nodded, and raised my staff up into the air.

    “Hahaha! Just try to attack me, and I’ll just make you’s hurt you friend!” Puppetmon’s fingers danced around, and Shurimon was placed between me and the evil Mega level.

    “Please…forgive me for this, Shurimon,” I whispered. The Armor said nothing, but blinked once. At once, I felt the guilt ease away; I could tell that Shurimon understood what needed to be done, and he knew that for that to happen, he would have to literally become Puppetmon’s shield. “Clear Moon Sky!” Shurimon lowered his head, bracing himself for my attack; he was completely enveloped in a crystalline gleam, and instantly turned back into Hawkmon, defeated.

    “…Wha…? No way…you attacked your friend without hesitation?” Puppetmon asked, completely overtaken by confusion. “Man…you’s fucks really are serious about stoppin’ lord Murmuxmon, huh…”

    Now’s my chance! Puppetmon muttered something under his breath, and began untangling Hawkmon from his threads. “Night of the Falling Stars!” Puppetmon gasped, and looked up at the slowly darkening sky. Bright stars began to break through the darkness; at this point, Puppetmon began to run away, but it was too late. Stars began to rain down to the ground, blasting the tiny Mega Digimon’s body until there was nothing left of him but small fragments of his data.

    “…You got him,” Sparrow said breathlessly. “You actually beat him…”

    “He was a strong one; he didn’t do much of the fighting himself, but when he did…It felt like he was unstoppable,” I said. “It was probably for the best that he became too lazy to fight; we may not have won.”
    “Yeah…” Sparrow knelt down next to the unconscious Hawkmon and picked him up. “…C’mon. We need to find the others. If Puppetmon was as strong as you said, then the others working with him might be a hell of a lot stronger. Especially that Nymphmon…”

    “Really?! But she’s so…small!” I exclaimed.

    “I know; that’s what makes her so dangerous,” Sparrow added. “She’s really powerful, and really fast, too. We’ll have to be careful around her.”


    Murmuxmon

    “…Puppetmon and Agunimon have been defeated…and Alphonse has left me…” I looked upon the endless sands of what would become Cyprus Desert in the future. Or, would it? After I changed the past, that is.

    “You should not dwell on such matters, my lord. Focus upon what you desire to be changed, rather than what has already occurred, and what may or may not take place, lest you risk changing something you do not desire.”

    “…SkullGreymon. What are you doing here?” I asked. “Didn’t I give you my orders?”

    “You did, you did. But, when you are as powerful as I am, such things can be completed in a short manner of time.” The Ultimate Digimon paused. “…Murmuxmon. When…will it be my turn? As you have said, Puppetmon and Agunimon have been defeated. You have disposed of their leader, and you say Talosmon has gone missing. It is only a matter of time before Lachesis crumbles to the ground. So, when—?”

    “Not now, SkullGreymon!” I roared. “We must remain careful with how we go about this! Yes, you could destroy them all with a single attack, but then what? The very country beneath their feet?! No, SkullGreymon. We cannot risk Celicia being destroyed in the process. IceDevimon’s orders were very…very, specific.”

    “…Fine. But, remember, without Alphonse, Puppetmon, and Agunimon, our forces and power are dwindling. We cannot risk total annihilation. Should one more of your beloved demons fall…I shall set foot out on the battlefield.”

    “Very well, SkullGreymon. I shall let you know when that happens. I assure you, you will have your fun.”

    “I very much appreciate it, my lord sir. I seek blood, and I shall spill it in your name, Murmuxmon.”


    Citrine Celicia

    Father…n-no, “father” has been gone for a long time. I wonder where he is…I hope he isn’t hurting my friends…I was completely alone in my bedroom; my mother was in the outer garden speaking with EmperorGreymon, so I had no way of moving around. Although, my legs had gone numb and weren’t in as much pain as they normally had been. I surveyed my room, looking for something I could use to help me walk; I found a cane in a far corner that my mother had apparently forgotten to mention to me, as noted by the pink ribbon and the tag with my name on it, a birthday present from six months ago. As kindhearted and loving as my mother was, she was often very forgetful. I reached for the cane and, with a bit of effort, I was able to stand up and even walk. I knew Melanie told me told me to stay put, but my curiosity had gotten the better of me. As quietly as I could, I left my room, and walked along an empty hallway to my parent’s bedroom. The door was closed, but somewhat ajar. I poked my head in. Nobody.
    “Well…here goes nothing.” Taking a deep breath to gather up my courage, I stepped into my parent’s bedroom for the first time in years. “If that man really isn’t my father, there should be something in here that will tell me who he really is.” As I walked in, I closed the door quietly behind me, and nearly shrieked. “…Just a statue…I think…Is that thing a Human or a Digimon?” A Human-like body from the waist up, covered in a cloak and holding a large wooden mallet, was attached to a large bronze clock. “It’s gotta be a Digimon…but I’ve never seen one like this! Fascinating…” Its eyes were open, but it seemed to be unconscious; it was breathing, though, so I knew it was alive. The completely unresponsive Digimon simply stood with a blank expression on its face. Reluctantly, I reached out to lightly tap his face. No reaction. His eyes were glazed over, almost in a trance. The presence of this Digimon was unnerving, to say the least. Unsure of what to make of him, I quietly walked out of the room, and shut the door behind me exactly as I found it.


    Puppetmon

    The sky above me had just begun to darken. I was lucky to have been spared the misfortune of death, but just barely; a passing Biyomon in the sky was fortunate enough to serve as my shield for Morgannamon’s attack. But even though I didn’t take the brunt force of the attack, I was nonetheless heavily damaged from the resulting shockwaves, and on the brink of death as it was.

    “Lucky for me they didn’t notice,” I coughed. “But, Murmuxmon isn’t one’s to forgive failures. I’ll have to destroy someone in order to make up for this…or he’ll destroy me!”
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    Chapter 138 - Gypsy Caravan

    Matthew Kasuto

    As the sky above grew darker, so too did my thoughts; the day was late, and the clouds overhead had a lachrymose aura as they condensed and prepared to let loose what would undoubtedly seem to be an endless deluge. Already, a light rain filled the air with a thin, cold mist that did little to ease my fears. I imagined the others were undoubtedly feeling the same way. I did everything I could to push these thoughts from my mind; I looked down at Mihiramon, at his stiff but smooth fur and his ragged, tattered-feathered wings, and wondered how he was able to support both me and Lucia on his back in his old age, although he never seemed to let the effort bother him.

    “Lucia. We need to turn back,” Mihiramon growled. “I sense no one in these woods, and it’s getting late. We must leave before this rain begins to pick up.”

    “…That may not be possible,” Lucia whispered. “Mihiramon…do you know where we are?”

    “Specifically? No.”

    “We’ve traveled a long way from Celosia,” I guessed. “We probably aren’t even in where Valencia will be in the future.”

    “…This is Lotisea Province,” Lucia said.

    “Lotisea? No, the greenwood hasn’t even begun to grow in this time; it won’t for another two-hundred years at LEAST!” I exclaimed.

    “Lotisea Province, I said, not Lotisea Forest,” Lucia replied. “And this small forest is the area that will become the Cursed Woods.”

    “…As if this day couldn’t get any worse,” Mihiramon rumbled.

    “Oh, come on, there’s no way that curse could be in place now!” I said. “The curse was caused by a Cherrymon; there’s no way he could be alive this far back in time, even if they do live for a long time!”

    “I dunno…I’m getting a bit of an odd vibe from this place. The chill of evil is in the air,” Mihiramon said.

    “Look, I’m not saying this out of superstition, you two. This place has ‘Cursed’ in its name for a reason, you know. It doesn’t matter if that Cherrymon isn’t alive now or not. There is something here that undoubtedly augmented that Digimon’s powers. Mihiramon, you said it yourself; the chill of evil is in the air.”

    “Lucia, what are you trying to say?” I asked. “You’re a bit more worked up than usual, and that’s definitely saying something.”

    “Matthew…we’re in the Cursed Woods at night. It’s possible that we may never make it out again.”

    …No way. Katsumi, that isn’t true, is it? I thought.

    I don’t know what to say, Matthew…But I agree with Mihiramon; there is definitely something evil afoot here, Katsumi whispered, hovering casually in the air above me. I’d go on ahead to check things out, but I’m sensing some kind of magical interference…

    “…That’s most likely because of me.” The fur on Mihiramon’s back stood straight up at the sound of the voice. Seeming to appear as if from nowhere, a beautiful woman, tall and almost too slender, glanced up at us. Her long raven hair hid her frame, and her crimson eyes seemed to bore right into the soul.

    “W-Who are you?” Lucia asked.

    “…There are many answers to that question. My name is Elderia…” The mysterious strode past us, almost casually so. “As for what I am…well…that isn’t so easy to answer.”

    Just now…you spoke to me, didn’t you? Katsumi’s spirit asked.

    “Yes, I did. And I can see you as well, my dear,” Elderia said. My heart sank. Only Karen and Coronamon knew about Katsumi’s spirit; everybody else in Lachesis was in the dark.

    “Who are you talking to?” Lucia asked.

    “A spirit. A young lady lost to the cruel whims of fate,” Elderia replied. “…And a fellow carrier of the accursed brand of hate. The same as you, little one.”

    “I’m not so little, you know. I’m over two-hundred years old,” I said to the gypsy.

    “…Is it from the Digimon blood?” Elderia asked. I nodded. “I see…Lord Murmuxmon has told me that it is not even yet the year 100 yet, whatever that means; I myself am only 24 years of age. I wasn’t quite certain how it all worked…other than the curse it brings to us…”

    “This Murmuxmon…is he the one who came back in time?” I asked. Elderia nodded solemnly, not once making eye contact.

    “He is an embodiment of change. He seeks to change the world in the past to bring forth an everlasting utopia…a world where the Marked are not vilified like demons. He…he promised me this solemn vow…and he saved my life. I will help him do as necessary to achieve that wonderful dream…”

    “Lady, you’ve got it all wrong,” Lucia said. “The only thing that Murmuxmon wants is to bring about a world where he and the other Demon Lords have indomitable power. He is pure evil…”

    “…That cannot be. Would evil incarnate save the worthless life of a gypsy like me? A cursed woman with the Mark on her belly?!” Elderia asked. “My life is insignificant, but out of mercy, he chose to save me. He is salvation…My hope…my future…My only chance for happiness.”

    “You can’t for a second believe that crap,” Mihiramon snapped.

    “You’ve never even met my master; how can you say such slanderous things about so wonderful a Digimon?!”

    “Because we know why he came back here! We followed after him to stop him from hurting innocent people!” Coronamon said.

    “SILENCE! I will not allow you to talk about my master in such a way any longer!” Elderia began to weave her slender arms through the cold, misty air. The rain slowly began to hasten and intensify as more and more clouds blotted the sun from the sky. “Fade away into the darkness of the unknown — the darkness of my own heart and soul — for all of eternity, and know that it is only by my own mercy that you shall not suffer in the afterworld!”

    “…I’ve had enough of this. Coronamon, deal with her,” I muttered. My small Digivice lay at the center of my palm, and began to activate.

    “Coronamon Digivolve to, Firamon!” My Digimon partner leapt off from Mihiramon’s back and onto the moist forest floor. The flames of the Champion Beast burned bright in spite of the drizzling rain.

    “…Will you be okay without us?” Lucia asked. “We need to go and look for the others…”

    “I have a few questions I need to ask her. Don’t worry; we’ll be fine,” I whispered. Lucia said nothing as I slid off Mihiramon’s back; as the Exalted Beast turned around to leave, she didn’t even look back, and said only one thing.

    “Just come back alive.” Mihiramon spread his massive wings, and took to the misty air, vanishing from sight in but a few seconds.

    “…So, what is your question?” Elderia asked. “I assume it has to do with the young woman I see above you…? I can only assume something dreadful has befallen her at some point…”

    I was killed in the line of duty; nothing more, Katsumi’s spirit said flatly.

    “…I wanted to know how you are able to see Katsumi,” I said. “Nobody else can see her but me; why can you see her?!”

    “I can offer no explanation; not to you, and not to myself…But I share in her craft of dark magic; that much is evident to me,” Elderia said. “…But for one skilled in the art, I fail to see how you weren’t able to prevent your own death…”

    Death comes to everyone at some point; there is no point in lamenting the very miracles of life. Going against this sacred flow would disrupt the natural order of things.

    “I disagree. If someone so close to me were to perish, I would be incapable of suppressing my sorrow,” Elderia said. “You are far too casual about your own demise, my dear. Surely you’ve loved ones of your own…or do you not care for them?!”

    You don’t know the first thing about me. Katsumi’s voice was barely audible; a telltale sign of her uncommon anger. You are nothing more than a pathetic excuse for a sorceress who only thinks of her own selfish desires! You serve Murmuxmon only because he claims he can give you what he wants. You are no better than the other evil Digimon Lachesis has fought over the years! You’re a disgrace to the craft of dark magic! Matthew, slap her for me!

    “…Wha…?”

    I’m a ghost, remember? If I slap her, my hand will just go through her stupid ugly…really…exceptionally…pretty…face…Oh, wow, she is gorgeous…Ahem. You do it.

    “I don’t really want to…”

    Then make Firamon do it!

    “…I’ve no more to say to you. If you’ve no more questions, then I shall banish your souls into the darkness of infinity!” A flash of lightning, a blue streak in the sky, cracked and illuminated our surroundings. The rain was now almost impossible to see through.

    “Firamon…are you ready?!” I asked.

    “Always, my friend. It shall be done.” Firamon leaped into the air and lunged at the petite gypsy, but was knocked into the sludge-covered ground by a blast of darkness from Elderia’s fingertips.

    “Now…perish…” Elderia’s entire body was now wrapped in rain and darkness. She raised an arm to attack, but hesitated for a slight moment.

    Is she…sad? She looks so guilty…

    “Fira Claw!” Enveloped in flames, Firamon’s claws tore through the front Elderia’s violet gown and knocked her to the ground. “Next time, don’t hesitate. But, hey; you can’t help having a gentle heart.”

    “No…you’re wrong…I do whatever is necessary of me for Lord Murmuxmon. I’d do anything to make his dreams a reality…anything…And I shall prove that by destroying the two of you!”

    “You fool…You really have no idea what’s going on, do you?!” The solitary flame on Firamon’s head intensified and roared as ferociously as the Digimon it sat upon. The rain began to part above him, as if it were avoiding his power and wrath. “Firamon Digivolve to, Flaremon!” As Firamon grew larger and larger before her eyes, Elderia backed away from a swung, flaming claw.

    “…Again…he’s Digivolved to Ultimate again,” I whispered to myself.

    “It’s because of you, Matthew,” Flaremon said. “Your presence…your desire to win, and to stop Elderia and Murmuxmon…They are what drive us forward into the future, by making sure there is one. A future that we can return home to.”

    “The only future that will be is the one Murmuxmon will create!” Elderia shouted. Darkness began to swirl at her bare, muddy feet; shadows rose up, and charged themselves into Flaremon, tearing through the skin of his raised arms.

    “Is that all you’ve got?! Pathetic! Purifying Howl!” Flaremon roared, shaking the earth and the sky above. The shadows instantly vanished into a red light, leaving Elderia completely defenseless.

    “Flaremon! End this!” I shouted.

    “Crimson Beast-King Wave!” Flames gathered around Flaremon’s clenched fist, taking the shape of a lion’s head that Flaremon fired off at Elderia. At once, the gypsy fell to the wet, soggy ground, defeated. The rain stopped at that same instant, and the sky cleared while clouds parted ways.

    “…N-No…I…I lost…” Elderia was breathing heavily, but didn’t seem to be on the verge of death. “Murmuxmon…I…I’ve failed you…Your dream…Your utopia…”

    “You’ve put everything you believed in on the line…and you lost,” Flaremon whispered, turning back into Coronamon. “Maybe now you’ll listen to me when I tell you that Murmuxmon is evil.”

    “…Honestly…I don’t care one way or another if he’s evil…He saved me…I owe my very existence to him,” Elderia said. Tears glistening in silver moonlight slid down her cheeks.

    “Coronamon, it’s a waste of time trying to reason with her,” I said. “…We should go.” Coronamon, however, ignored me, and walked right up to the gypsy.

    “Elderia. You lost because you began to have doubts in your own conviction. Am I not right?” Elderia said nothing, and looked away from the small Rookie. “It was hard at first; if I stayed as Firamon, you probably would’ve won. I could tell how strong you were when those shadows of yours hit me when I was Flaremon.”

    “…All I ever wanted…was to live without the hate brought upon having that accursed Mark,” Elderia whispered softly, gently brushing her fingertips across the brand above her navel. “Murmuxmon promised me such a life…and you tell me…that he was lying to me…You, Matthew, and Katsumi, who bears the Mark as well…who are both so strongly opposed to what Murmuxmon told me…how could I not have doubts?”

    “…It isn’t your fault, Elderia,” Coronamon said. “It isn’t your fault you lost, and isn’t your fault you have the Mark, either. You are simply the victim of a cruel fate.” Elderia’s eyes began to tear up once more. “Listen to me…it isn’t too late. Elderia…you are a smart, kind, and beautiful woman…you can still have the happiness you deserve. Just…think about everything we’ve told you. That’s all I ask of you…”
    "Evil can confuse you when you're staring at it straight in the face. You can hope the face of evil will change, but it won't unless you force it to change."


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    Chapter 139 - The Battle is Joined

    Murmuxmon

    The small forest that would one day be the sight of the endless Lotisea Forest held the pleasant scent of freshly fallen rain. I could feel Elderia’s darkness lingering in the air, its aura tempting me in the direction of its owner. Trees and branches that got in my way were burned to ash and fell, sinking into the mud. And then, I found her body. Still breathing, and covered in blood and dirt.

    “…Elderia.” The gypsy glanced in my direction, and sank away as I approached.

    “M-My lord…”

    “It looks like you’ve failed me, Elderia. What a shame…”

    “…I’ve nothing to say for myself. I was weak…and I let you down…”

    “Yeah. You sure did…And I had such high hopes for you, my dear.”

    “…Your utopia…I don’t deserve to be a part of it…but…will it still…?”

    “Oh, that? You actually believed that?! Ha! Oh, what the desperate will delude themselves into believing…”

    “…Lord Murmuxmon…I—”

    “SHUT UP!” In a fit of rage, I stepped over and kicked Elderia in the stomach. “Filthy Marked scum! I should’ve known from the beginning you’d be nothing more than a failure! That’s all your kind is!”

    “M-Murmuxmon…!”
    “…Great. With one less pawn on the board, I’ll have no choice but to release SkullGreymon onto them…” I held up my claw, and a blue flame appeared at its center. The faces of my comrades all showed up — those that were still alive, at least. SkullGreymon was nowhere to be seen. “…He’s gone off on his own. He must’ve known about the gypsy’s demise somehow. Apologies, Ulysses. I tried to spare your children of the wrath of that foul one…But now, it’s all over for them. All will be as it should be.”


    Tamiko Silverveil

    The last few rays of sunlight disappeared over the edge of the horizon. Lilliana stood at my side, holding on to my hand. Her timidity and gentleness reminded me of my younger brother, Kelik; just remembering his name was enough to bring a tear to my eye. Unconsciously, I gripped Lilliana’s small hand tightly, and smiled to myself as she slid closer to me for warmth.

    “…Have you seen anyone yet?” Dominimon flew past us overhead and landed on the ground beside us.

    “Nobody yet,” I whispered. I turned around, looking at the bodies of our injured friends. Kudamon, Kamemon, AeroVeedramon, Quetzalmon, and Elizabeth all lay unconscious on the cold, hard ground. “…They’ll be okay…won’t they?”

    “No need to worry; Zelda went to find Edmund to speed up the process, so they’ll be fine,” the Angel Digimon said.

    “Oh, that’s too bad. I suppose I’ll just have to make them worse, then!” An eerie chill filled the surrounding air as did a pale vapor. My heart trembled in fear as a familiar Digimon descended to the ground. “And I still need to punish you for running away from your duties at the coliseum, you know.”

    “Not Lampmon again…” The large Digimon grinned wide and cracked his sweaty, blue knuckles.

    “Thanks to you idiots, I lost every last one of my employees; that damn Pheragas gathered up the remnants and is plotting a rebellion against me! With all of them together, they could actually defeat me,” Lampmon grunted. “So, I’ll just defeat you and load the data of all of your Digimon to strengthen myself so I can punish that traitor! All of you are traitors! All of you…must perish!”

    “Tamiko…keep Lilliana safe for me,” Dominimon whispered, stepping forward to face the Mega level.
    “Hah! So, you’d like to go first, angel boy? I guess I can handle that…no need to be greedy when your lives will all eventually be mine for the taking!” Lampmon yelled, laughing maniacally.

    “…We’ll see about that,” Dominimon said, drawing his sword.


    Sparrow Lea

    I sighed a deep breath of relief as I saw Hawkmon return. Not so much for his own presence, but for the beauties he had with him — Isole, Melanie, Madelyn…also, Bokomon was there, but I didn’t pay him much notice. However, my relief was short lived as I saw that they, as Celtinemon and I were, were covered in blood.

    “…Damn it…just what the hell is going on here?” I muttered.

    “I was just about to ask that,” Isole said dryly. “We were ambushed by Butenmon and GrapLeomon when Hawkmon found us. If he didn’t come when he did…”

    “…They’re not supposed to be stronger than us,” I whispered. “We’re the heroes, aren’t we…? We’re supposed to be strong enough to crush them! Why haven’t we been…doing that…?”

    “Well, they ARE stronger than us, so just deal with it!” Isole snapped.

    “Hey, you’re the tactician; you’re supposed to deal with it!”

    “Maybe if you were strong enough to be considered a pawn, I’d have been able to do it already!”

    “STOP IT!!!” All heads turned to Madelyn at her sudden outburst. Most of us at Lachesis hardly had the chance or the time to get to know her; given her delicate appearance, hearing her shout like this was quite the surprise, to say the least. “Just…stop it! If you keep arguing like this, then we really will lose…I don’t want to know…what’s going to happen…if Murmuxmon gets his way. I don’t want to go back there…please…”

    “…I’m sorry,” I whispered. “We’ve never faced Digimon this powerful before is what I really meant; they’re even stronger than Daemon’s flunkies…”

    “You will defeat them,” Melanie said, standing by Madelyn’s side. “I have faith that you will win.”

    “That’s great and all, but all the faith in the world won’t do us any good if they kill us,” Isole muttered.

    “Then what do you propose we do? It took me over an hour just to find all of you; if I go to find anyone else, it might be too late to do something,” Hawkmon said.

    “And the sun’s already gone down; that’ll make it difficult to move about if we get attacked,” Bokomon added.

    “Not to mention the thunder in the distance,” I said. “We really shouldn’t be carrying big metal weapons through a thunderstorm…”

    “Thunder…? I don’t hear any thunder,” Celtinemon said.

    “Yeah, it’s over…that way…” Another loud crash echoed in the near distance. The earth tremored, nearly knocking us all off our feet.

    “…Sparrow…? I don’t think that’s an electrical storm,” Hawkmon said.

    “It’s not an earthquake either,” Bokomon said. Another crash sounded, and with it, an enormous, skeletal leg slammed onto the ground before us. Above it was an even larger Digimon, larger than any I had ever seen before. My heart froze as did my body at the sight of the monstrosity before me.

    “…Hawkmon…is that…what I think it is?” I asked. My partner Digimon, though trembling, nodded his head.
    “Yes…this is SkullGreymon,” Hawkmon whispered.


    Lucia Delbray

    “…Mihiramon! Quick, turn around!” I shouted. The large Ultimate sighed.

    “What is it this time, Lucia? I swear, if it’s about Matthew again—”

    “No! He needs me! I can feel it, he’s in trouble!”

    “Of course he is…”

    “Mihiramon! C’mon, let’s go! Hurry!”

    “You know, it’s getting harder to tell the difference between you and Eleanora anymore…” Instead of hurrying as I asked him to, Mihiramon lay down on the ground.

    “What are you doing?!”

    “I’m not going anywhere. If you want to save him, do it on your own.”

    “Mihiramon!”

    “Shut up. He’s got Coronamon with him, remember? He doesn’t need you; he doesn’t even need Eleanora,” the Digimon growled.

    “Fine! I WILL go on my own!” I retorted.

    “Nobody is going anywhere.” Mihiramon’s ears perked back instantly. Underneath me, I could feel the fur on his back begin to bristle.

    “Who’s there?!” I yelled. I looked around, and saw a large man, tall and muscular, jump down from a tree, landing on the ground next to me and Mihiramon. “…Are you with the enemy?”

    “That depends. Are you with Lachesis?” the man asked. A sharp sword was in his right hand, and strapped to his back was a large battle axe.

    “…I’ll take that as a yes,” I whispered to myself, sliding off Mihiramon’s back.
    “Very good. My name is Kieran…and I shall be your executioner.”


    Elderia

    Murmuxmon had left me quite some time ago, leaving me to ponder my own dark thoughts alone. The rain began to pick up once more, due to the instability of my emotions influencing my magic. My belly was bruised and sore from where Murmuxmon had kicked me. A quiet, high-pitched fluttering of wings above me caught my attention, and instantly, the rain stopped.

    “…BioNymphmon,” I whispered. Giving me a sorrowful expression, the small Bio-Hybrid fluttered to the ground and regained her Human form.

    “Elderia…what happened to you?” Marissa asked. “They…defeated you…?”

    “Yes…but…I wasn’t really that injured from them…not until…he arrived…”

    “Who?” Marissa, ignoring the wet, muddy ground, sat down next to me and clasped my hand in hers. “Who did this to you, Dearie? Who hurt you? Who bruised your pretty tummy and scratched that lovely Mark…?”

    “…Murmuxmon.” Marissa’s normally groggy, sleepy eyes were now wide and alert. “Well, Matthew defeated me first, and then Murmuxmon—”

    “Murmuxmon?! Our master did this to you?!” she asked angrily.

    “…I failed him…and I have this damn Mark…he has so many reasons to hate me…”

    “But, that doesn’t give him the right to attack you!” Marissa exclaimed. “Elderia…You poor, sweet thing…”

    “Marissa…please…don’t worry about me…Just fulfill your orders…I don’t want to see Murmuxmon take away your beautiful smile…Please…don’t fail him,” I whispered.

    “…Fine. I won’t…I’ll destroy Lachesis. But not for him. I’ll do it for you…Elderia. I will hunt down the one who hurt you, Dearie. I will…destroy Matthew Kasuto.”
    "Evil can confuse you when you're staring at it straight in the face. You can hope the face of evil will change, but it won't unless you force it to change."


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    Chapter 140 - Outlaw Immortal

    Sparrow Lea

    “Dark Shot!” A single missile was launched from SkullGreymon’s back, striking the ground before us and leaving a massive crater in the wake of its fiery detonation.

    “Um, Hawkmon…? You’d better Digivolve,” I said nervously.

    “…It won’t matter…I could become Mega through some freak chance, and it still wouldn’t be enough to defeat SkullGreymon,” Hawkmon whispered.

    “Just shut up and Armor Digivolve!”

    “Fine…Hawkmon Armor Digivolve to, Shurimon, the Samurai of Sincerity!”

    “Celtinemon, you’d better Digivolve, too!” Giselle exclaimed. The Ultimate level Digimon nodded, taking flight next to Shurimon.

    “Celtinemon Digivolve to, Morgannamon!”

    “Are you ready, Morgannamon?” Shurimon asked.

    “I suppose I have to be at this point, whether I like it or not,” the Mega Digimon lamented, raising her golden staff into the sky. “Clear Moon Sky!”

    “Double Stars!” The attacks of the two Digimon struck the side of SkullGreymon’s face, but the lumbering behemoth didn’t seem to notice the assault. “Sparrow…he’s too strong,” Shurimon said, hovering closer to the ground. “What should we do?”

    “DARK SHOT!”

    “Clear Moon Sky!” Morgannamon made an attempt to counter SkullGreymon’s attack with her own, but the celestial, blue orb she shot out from her staff merely dissipated in the wake of SkullGreymon’s oncoming missile. A fiery explosion cut her off from sight, and filled the air with a thick smoke.

    “Yes…blood…I can smell it!” SkullGreymon roared. “I will have it…all of it! I shall spill the blood of every member of Lachesis!” At that moment, Morgannamon rocketed out of the remnants of the explosion, and raised her staff skyward.

    “Night of the Falling Stars!” Several large shooting stars, glowing with the powerful ferocity of Morgannamon’s determination, rained down from the night sky and struck SkullGreymon in a bombardment of light. The Undead Digimon unleashed a mighty roar, not of pain but of anger, of annoyance, and swung his massive arm through the air, cutting through the light of Morgannamon’s attack. With a look of fear monopolizing her beautiful face, Morgannamon sank back as the lumbering SkullGreymon approached.

    “Stand back, beast! Kusanagi!” Shurimon, placing himself between Morgannamon and SkullGreymon, flung the large shuriken from his back at the opposing Ultimate. SkullGreymon raised an arm to defend himself, perfectly blocking Shurimon’s attack.

    “No…nothing’s working,” I said quietly in a trembling voice of despair. “Everyone, fall back—!”

    “Hold on; look closer,” Shurimon said, looking at the SkullGreymon’s raised right arm. I blinked, and two of his fingers snapped clean off.

    “Shurimon…! You did…uh, something!” I exclaimed.

    “I suppose so…but I was aiming for his neck,” the Armor level said, retrieving his flung shuriken. “If I couldn’t even slice through his wrist, cutting through his neck may not even be possible.”

    “Don’t give up yet, buddy! You just cut off some of his fingers! Let’s keep it up!”

    “Dark Shot!” Another fired missile from SkullGreymon’s back knocked Shurimon onto his own back, making him turn back into Hawkmon. “Well, now…when will you bleed?! TELL ME!”

    “Clear Moon Sky—!” SkullGreymon whipped around and slammed his fist onto Morgannamon, shoving her deep into the ground. At first, she turned back into Celtinemon, but then into the Champion level D’arcmon, and then a much smaller Digimon, the Rookie level Salamon.

    “No! Celtinemon!” Giselle began to run over to her fallen Digimon when I grabbed her by the arm to stop her, and pulled her back from SkullGreymon’s huge, descending foot before it too hit the ground. “Save her! Sparrow, save her! Let me go! I have to save her! Please…”

    “Dark Shot!” A missile was aimed at both me and Giselle. Time seemed to slow down as the missile was launched. Slower, slower, slower the missile moved, and then it happened. An explosion of flames was all I could see. The missile vanished completely from sight, and SkullGreymon roared, and for once, it was in pain.

    “Seems I got here just in time.” I looked to my side, where I saw none other than Edmund and Trionfimon, both of them standing tall and confidently, gazing up at SkullGreymon’s immense form. “Luck is on your side today, Sparrow Lea. My darling Trionfimon sensed the presence of a powerful Digimon in this direction, and insisted that we hurry towards it.”

    “Oh, don’t give me all of the credit, Edmund; you know you sensed it to, my love,” Trionfimon winked, swishing her soft, fluffy tail around in the air. “Let’s just defeat SkullGreymon and call it a night, shall we, dear?”

    “Two more have joined us, I see…a Human and a Digimon have invited me to spill their blood. How very kind of you!” SkullGreymon tore through the flames of Edmund’s magic attack, and approached us.

    “Let’s have a little fun, shall we?” Trionfimon pulled a deck of cards from between her breasts, and slid a few cards from the top. “Support Card: Binding Chains!” Golden chains erupted from Trionfimon’s chosen card, and constricted SkullGreymon’s entire body. The Ultimate level struggled and thrashed about, but was unable to free himself from the chains. “Support Card: Thunder!” The chains around SkullGreymon lit up first, conducting the electricity from Trionfimon’s card. SkullGreymon roared once again, and fell to his bony knees. Edmund snapped his fingers, and SkullGreymon became enveloped in flames, but still, the massive Digimon resisted and stood back up.

    “…Still won’t stay down; how very sad,” Edmund lamented.

    “I’ll just need some stronger cards,” Trionfimon said. “Summon Card: White Dragon!” Trionfimon’s card began to glow in a pure light, and before her appeared a massive dragon, bipedal and winged like a MetalGreymon. “Go on, sweet baby; destroy this SkullGreymon like a good little boy, okay?” The summoned dragon roared, and unleashed a blast of light magic energy from its mouth. SkullGreymon roared one final time, and vanished into the light, finally dissolving into small bits and pieces of remnant data.

    “Well, now…I’d say the two of us are in for a big round of applause,” Edmund smirked. “…Lucky for you, though, I’m not the narcissistic type.” The powerful mage knelt down and picked up Salamon before walking over to Giselle. “I believe this one belongs to you, my dear.”

    “U-Um…T-Thank you, Edmund,” Giselle said in a small voice, taking Salamon back from the archsage. I looked back at the ground where SkullGreymon had been minutes before. Trionfimon’s summoned dragon vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind. Hawkmon still lay unconscious on the ground, badly injured.

    “Don’t worry,” Trionfimon whispered into my ear. “Hawkmon and Salamon will both be okay. They just need to rest for now…”

    “I know, but…do we have the time to wait for them to recover?”
    "Evil can confuse you when you're staring at it straight in the face. You can hope the face of evil will change, but it won't unless you force it to change."


    If you enjoy(ed) my story, check this out! It's the various Digimon I've created for the entire series: ---> https://withthewill.net/threads/1844...906#post325906

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