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Mimi awoke trembling. Something huge was coming…She repressed the urge to scream.

“Mimi? Are you okay?”

“No Palmon. I think something is out there.”

Palmon looked at her distressed partner. Mimi was shaking and seemed to be scared out of her wits. This was not good.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s nothing. Just a nightmare.”

“It’s more than just a nightmare. What happened?”

Mimi shuddered again, and began to retell her dream.

“It was like I was with many people, friends, you know? And then they disappeared. I was all alone, and no one was there to help me. The only one there was a little child, a girl-child, who cried out for me to help her, again and again. She was being hurt. He was whipping her, lashing out. I was so scared, and then you disappeared. You said you had to leave me, that I had to face Him by myself. That in itself was scary enough, but then He began to hurt the others. I was the only one He hadn’t caught, and I had to watch the others cry out in pain.” Mimi shuddered. “The worse part was, I couldn’t help. I was there, and it was up to me, and I couldn’t do anything.” She started to cry, very softly. “It’s not just me Palmon. It took them all. It made them watch while It hurt those they loved. And I couldn’t help.”

Palmon was worried. These were not normal dreams. This was serious.

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Later that day, as everyone awoke, all with nightmares, they went down into the surrounding jungle. After a half-hour, Kari began to sing in a beautiful soprano voice. It was the theme song for the movie Anastasia by Disney.

“We were strangers/ starting out on a journey/ never dreaming/ what we’d have to go through. /Now here we are/ and I’m suddenly standing/ at the beginning with you/”

Sora and Mimi joined in.

“No one told me/ I was going to find you/ unexpected/ what you did to my heart/ When I lost Hope/ You were there to remind me/ this is the start. /”

Kyra took up the melody in a second soprano.

“Life is a road/ and I wanna keep going/ Love is a river I wanna keep flowing/Now and forever/ Wonderful Journey/ I’ll be there when the world stops turning/ I’ll be there when the storm is through. / In the end I wanna be standing /at the Beginning with you. /”

Koushiro smiled.

“Not bad Ladies, not bad.”

Matt looked at the sky for a minute, and then remarked “That song is a lot like this world we’re in. We were strangers, and we were on a journey. It all fits.”

“Why thank you, gentle sir.” Mimi curtsied in an exaggerated manner.

“Pay attention to were you’re walking!” snapped Jyou at Mimi, who, as she curtsied, tripped over an exposed tree root. Koushiro caught her arm.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Here we are. My old cave were I left my harp.”

“You have a harp?” Matt asked Kyra curiously.

She nodded.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” T.K. was a little tired, and he wanted the walk to end soon.

As they entered the cave a small digimon came up to them.

“Well. It seems that the Master is back. I saved your things.” The digimon had cinnamon-colored fur. She had a body not unlike a fox. She had a white under belly, and her eyes were iridescent indigo. Her paws were dawn-tinted and she was small and delicate. There was a small shape on her forehead. It looked like a sun with waving points of light coming from the edges.

“I am Vixenamon. I am a guard. I have stayed here for 14 of your years and watched my Master’s things. They are still well.” The fox spoke with a slight English accent.

Kyra came forward and warmly embraced the small digimon.

“Vixenamon. It’s been such a long time.”

The digimon gave a smile and said, “You may come in Master. But the others are not welcome in my den.” She disappeared into a back room.

Kyra gave the others a half smile, and walked into the cave.

Gabumon sniffed the entrance.

“She had another living with her, a Garurumon. But the scent is old. It’s been many years.”

Kyra walked out of the back room, an old lap harp in her arms. She adjusted the strings, and after a few moments, began to play.

Matt closed his eyes and listened to the glorious sounds. She was playing an old air, one unknown to him. But the melody was old. The song played a steady bar of notes. The tune went progressively down and up the scale as it played. The fox-like creature next to the Seer began to sing in a low tone.

“You were a part of my life when I met you. / When you left you didn’t say goodbye. /Now the years are past. /And the tears still come when you play our old air. /And now you are back again. /Don’t break my heart. /You broke it once before. /I loved you and your mystery. /That’s just the way things are. / You were a part, a very special part, / a whole world to me…” She broke off.

“There is more.” Stated Gabumon.

“You are correct, wolf-friend.”

“Will you sing the rest, hunt-sister?”

“I think not, wolf-friend. Perhaps your human-“ she nodded toward Matt- “will sing instead.”

Gabumon looked at Matt, who shook his head, blushing.

“No way and no how.”

“Are you scared, Blue-Eyed-One-of-Sorrow? The Guide is not afraid.”

Mimi looked at Matt in astonishment.

“Blue-Eyed-One-of-Sorrow?”

“Is something wrong, Sincere-One-of-Heart?”

“I don’t like this. Weird names. You are all going weird on me. I’m leaving.” Jyou stomped off, carrying Gommamon.

“Don’t go, Reliable-but-Frightened-One. You are needed for our tasks as much as the Loving-One-of-Soul, or the All-Knowing-One. Or even Light’s-Child and the Hopeful-One. The Hard-Hearted-One has his own tasks too.”

There was a rustling in the trees, and a burning smell, and with a loud thud Rubymon was there.

“Hello, Vixenamon. Being Mystical? Where’s your Garurumon protector?” she taunted.

The vixen clenched her teeth and turned away.

“It’s none of your concern were he is.”

“Oh really? What about the time you were lost in the fog? Did you get out without his help? Or the time when-“

“Stop that at once, Ruby. Can’t you two get along?” Kyra snapped.

The fox sighed.

“Master, she baits me. I cannot help that I am a carnivore. I am what I was meant to be.” The fox shied away from the bird.

A new voice came from out of the thicket.

“Is something wrong Vixenamon?”

“Guru? Is that you?” the little female perked up her pointed ears and raised her muzzle.

A large bluish and white wolf came into the cave and nuzzled the little fox and Kyra. Then he spied Gabumon and Matt.

“Who is this creature? Have they come to hurt the Master?”

Matt put up his hands in a disarming gesture.

“I mean no harm to Akyriya Tsunami. I am the Blue-Eyed-One-of-Sorrow, or Yamato.”

The Garurumon’s eyes widened and he bowed his head.

“I welcome you, Blue-Eyed-One-of-Sorrow. Enter this cave.”

The digidestined looked at each other in astonishment. What did this great wolf mean?

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“What the fricken’ heck…” T.K. let his sentence trail off.

Kyra just smiled. Here she had first hidden. It had served well, and she had used most of her developing chemicals here. She loved photography. She had photos of all the digimon she had met…and some of old enemies and friends.

“What’s this?” asked Matt, pointing to a large glossy sitting on a counter.

“Oh…that’s a picture of when I first got here.”

“Who’s this kid?” he pointed to a figure in the far left of the photo.

Kyra sighed. Well, she thought to herself, they had to learn sometime.

She took a deep breath.

“It all started when I went to camp on August first. I was there my twin brother. His name was Senji. I was looking for Matt…I had known him for a while because I baby-sat for T.K. occasionally. We were good friends, and I had some photos I had taken of him and T.K. that I wanted to show him. I saw him walk out of cabin 9, Where I had been assigned. I thought that was great. I could talk to him before he went off to ‘be cool’.

“Anyway, I saw him walk out of the cabin on the new snow. He looked a little cold. He wasn’t dressed for this weather. Anyway, I had my kit bag with me, the one that held all of my chemicals for my photos. I saw the fabulous light, and as I watched it, I saw those flashes of light.

“They were digivices, though I didn’t know that yet. I saw you disappear into thin air. I looked around, and then I saw a small electronic gizmo in the snow. I picked it up and looked at it, and then I was drawn into the portal. It was like swimming. I landed a short way away from you, but I didn’t come closer, for fear that you guys would see me. I didn’t know you then. I looked around, and there was Senji! He was short, but not so much as I, and he had hair so red it looked black. His eyes were gray-green and alive. I’d loved him very much. He started when he saw me, and then beckoned for me to follow. He had a little spider in his hands. He looked uncomfortable, and I saw that the little spider was sending out an acid irritant. I put on my gloves and picked it up. The little thing was about 9 inches long, and it spoke to me.

‘Hi! I’m Chorathmon!’

I was a little surprised, but I put him on my shoulder and he nestled in my hair. While the little spider chattered away, I put an ointment from my medikit onto the burns on Senji’s hands. I then gave him my other gloves, which, sad to say, were a bright orange. They clashed horribly with his black and green body suite. Then I handed him his little spider-thing back. He didn’t thank me, but I didn’t expect him to. He was rather reserved.

“Anyway, after you guys fell off of that cliff, I ran down the side of the mountain to the river. By the time I got there, all of you were gone. I saw the imprints your wet bodies had made on the sand, and I ran even faster. Senji was hard-pressed to keep up with me. We found the beach with the phone booths - but they were smashed into pieces. Then a great digimon came at us, and Chorathmon digivolved to help me, which was strange. He followed Senji like a puppy, but he saved me with his acidwebber attack. His new form was about eighteen inches and he was now called ‘Acidomon’. He said that he had drawn upon both of us for energy, and that he was linked to both of us. This didn’t surprise us much, because we were twins after all.

“We had many adventures, and Senji grew more distant from me than ever which was strange. We’d always been close. With each battle he got worse, until he was a new person it seemed. His eyes turned a deep sooty red and he became violent. Before that time, He had never raised his hand at anyone, until now. I have proof though. I have scars.” Kyra rolled up her long sleeves that she always wore, heat or cold. On her arms, winding, slashed scars were there. Then she took off her gloves that she always wore, black as Hecatea’s soul, and showed her hands. They were reddened and sore looking, and their scars slashed cruelly over her fair skin.

Matt, who sat next to Tai, noticed his look of outrage. He also noticed small, white scars on Kyra’s face.

She continued her story.

“Acidomon had digivolved several times into Nightshademon, and his attack was poison strike. He was divided between us, but in the end he went with Senji.

“One day, I fell very ill. I had medicine in my pack, but I was too weak to get it out. I just got worse and worse. Senji didn’t seem to care. He just kept pushing us on. Finally, I collapsed, and he left me to die in a cave. There was a nest there, and I crawled into it, hoping to die quickly.

“There were half a dozen green eggs in that nest. I had been told by a singing digimon about the chosen six, who would come back from eternal slumber.

“The heat of my body warmed the eggs, and they hatched into small creatures that called themselves Laureliamon. There was one male and five females. Each had a definite personality, and was very cute. First they just crawled around, saying their name, and then they digivolved into Kalranimon. They needed to be different; I knew that, But how?

Then I remembered some small prized possessions I had. I had six items. They were given like this:

“A fox effigy in clay went to one of the females, a quiet hunter, who took everything seriously. The second item, a small sapphire ring, I gave to the male, an optimist by nature. I gave an opal pendent to the oldest female, who was bent on learning all she could about healing. The wise little one, who loved green and was almost as old as her oldest sister, I gave a small dragon made out of green and white jade. Her humorous sister, a mimic at heart, I gave a raw ruby, to signify her fiery disposition. She loved birds, and I drew one on that rock. The last one was the youngest, and the smallest. She favored to be alone, but responded to her litter. She remembered her past; she had only been dead a short time, and she still remembered her sister, who had gone to the Dark Lord, and killed her. I gave her a small item, a little charm on a silver chain; a small silver cat with wings was on the opposite side that I had made it in my siversmithing class. She took it, and her eyes came alight with wonder. And they all began to digivolve. The male to Sappiremon, the Fiery female to Rubymon, the healing one to Pegasesmon, the green-loving one to Jademon, and the fox-like one to Vixenamon, and the last one digivolved into Katamon. Pegasesmon healed me fully and we fled that awful cave of death. My brother followed.” Kyra stopped and smiled.

“It’s ironic that I found the crest of Life in that cave. I’ve always wondered…Well, never mind. My brother followed me and the digimon and I ran all the faster. One night though, when we were all tired, Pegasesmon was on watch. Senji came up out of her line of vision, and broke the crest of Life. His crest was of Strength. Pegasesmon digivolved into Horsealmon, and attacked him. He didn’t flinch, and he sent a massive Hydroclorimon, the digivolution of Nightshademon, at us. He used Acid Star. Horsealmon was so angry, she digivolved again, without the crest. She became Unairamon, and used Omega Horn. The boy ran in front of the digimon, his eyes a startling gray-green. He had been released. The attack had started all ready, and there was no way to stop it. It hit him, full in the chest, and I ran crying up to him. He managed a smile, and said he would be okay, but the other digimon dragged me away. Chorathmon ran up to me on his spindly legs.

‘Kyra, he couldn’t stop! Every night he fought the Dark One, and he failed. But you saved him. Now he’s going to leave.’ The little digimon sobbed.

“We watched from a distance as the body disappeared, and went into another world, or so I thought. As I looked up, I saw him, smiling at me.

‘Kyra, I have to leave. It is preordained. You must remember what has happened here. Promise me, Kyra.’ he stuck out his tongue slightly, as he had never put much in formality I nodded, and he took my crest, and it fused into a whole new one. He told me that he took the crest of Sorrow, and used it to help repair that. My new crest was Remembrance. He faded away after that. I stayed in Digiworld for a few years, but then I got home. Mom never understood why I’d changed so much. In her mind, Senji had disappeared five years ago. Someone had tampered.

“I still remember though. I always will.”

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Author’s note: What do you think of her story in digiworld? Thanks much to Akia Starfrost, Ashmoria, Senji, and all those ‘little people’ who gave me Ideas. I’ll write the next part soon.

-Kira Yalnami ^_^

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