Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Children Of Fate ❯ 3 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: moose_of_doom 
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.01.2005 | Pages: 9 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 239 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.01.2005 | Pages: 9 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 239 | Status: Completed
Chapter 3:
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Davis stood barefoot and bare-chested on the beach, the katana clutched loosely in his right hand. Moving slowly, his left hand outstretched in front of him, forming a c-shape. His sword hand came up behind him, over his shoulder, holding the shining blade parallel to his outstretched arm. He moved his left hand up to grip the blades handle, above his right. The katana moved gracefully through the air, humming in the evening sun.
He spun swiftly, moving through the patterns of manoeuvres he had learnt. His eyes closed, taking joy in the mere movement.
“Why do you still need that thing?” came a quiet voice.
Kari was standing at the head of the path, a long green dress swirling around her legs in the breeze that struck up without warning. Davis looked down at the sword in his hands as if seeing it for the first time. Slowly, he loosened his grip, letting the weapon drop into the sand.
“I… don’t. I don’t have to fight any more.”
He left the katana on the sand, and walked over to his wife. He cupped her chin in his hand, and kissed her gently on the lips.
“I will never need to fight again.”
He took her hand, and walked back up to the house. From the rock where he had been watching, Veemon sighed.
“Davis…”
He leapt down from the rock, and walked over to the Katana. Stooping, he placed his paws gently under the blade, and lifted it from the sand. Clutching the sword to his small form, he walked over to the rocks, and started digging in the soft earth. When a deep hole had been excavated, he gently, almost tenderly, pushed the sword inside, leaving only the hilt above ground. Then he filled in the loose earth, and walked back to the house.
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“ Davis?”
He turned around from the computer, where he had been checking out the latest football scores. There were some things that married life didn’t change.
“Yeah, honey?”
“There’s something I need to tell you…”
He saw the look on her face, and stood from his seat.
“Kari? What’s wrong?”
“Well… first of all, I’ve invited Yolei and Ken to stay for a while…”
He laughed.
“Is that all? Kari, what’s really wrong?”
She bit her lower lip, something he knew she did unconsciously when she was troubled. He stepped forward, and wrapped his arms around her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.
“Kari, whatever it is, you can tell me. Don’t worry.”
She closed her eyes, gripping his shoulder hard enough to make him wince slightly.
“Davis…” she whispered. “I’m… I’m pregnant, Davis.”
He froze, his body stiffening as shock set in over her words.
“You mean I… we…?”
“Yes… we’re going to have a baby.”
He stepped back away from her. She looked up at him, still gnawing at her lip, one had unconsciously pressed against her stomach.
“Are you mad?”
“Why would I be mad?” he asked.
“Well… I didn’t know whether you wanted a family yet.”
She looked up, and was surprised to see a wide, goofy grin spreading across Davis’s face. Suddenly, he leapt into the air, one fist punching at the ceiling.
“WA…HOO!!!”
She reeled back in surprise, and then felt her own stupid grin form on her face.
“So… you’re not mad?”
He rushed forward, and pressed his lips against hers. When they finally broke apart, the smiles were mirror-imaged on their faces.
“Kari… this is one of the happiest days of my life. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Davis. You’re gonna be a great daddy.”
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“Asshole!”
“Braniac!”
“Camel breath!”
“Dipstick!”
“Egghead!”
Yolei looked up at Kari sadly across the back seat of Davis’s jeep.
“You know, this is why we shouldn’t get together.”
“yeah. These two will be at it for hours.”
Davis grinned into the rear-view mirror.
“I resent that. We’re bound to run out of letters eventually.”
“I take back what I said earlier. You teach our kid how to insult to the alphabet, and you know what I’ll do?”
The brown-haired young man grimaced.
“You’ll have to sew ‘em back on first.”
“What do you mean by…” Ken stopped in mid question. “Wait. Forget it. I don’t want to know.” He grinned. “Whose turn is it?”
“Mine.”
“And we’re on?”
“F. Freak.”
“ Git.”
Kari sighed, and settled back in her seat. It was going to be a long day.
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Veemon sat on the rocks near the house once more, keeping his lonely vigil over the golden katana he had buried in the sand.
“This place isn’t real, is it?”
“No.” the red-haired woman replied.
“Where is it, then?”
“This is part of Davis’s mind. A Digimon is directly connected to the soul of his partner. You are here to help Davis through this.”
The blue Digimon sighed.
“He isn’t ready to come out yet?”
“No. His body has suffered tremendous trauma in the battle with Taythe. He has to allow his body to recover before he can leave this place.”
“But why am I here? Is my body safe?”
“You were wounded too, fighting the twelve dragons.”
Veemon grimaced slightly.
“I don’t remember. But I’ve… never really been defeated before. Not this badly.”
She grinned.
“Veemon, all that has happened up to this point has been pre-ordained. It is now that Daisuke’s real task as the Paladin shall begin.”
“Why? If he lost…”
“He may have lost the battle, but the war is yet to be fought. Do not despair, my friend.”
The Digimon swept his hands across the scene in front of them.
“It’s not the real world I’m worried about. Do you know what this place is?”
The tall woman shook her head.
“This place isn’t just some random image. This is Davis’s Ideal reality. All he wants is to be able to settle down, have a family, do some menial job. He doesn’t want to be the leader of the digital world. He doesn’t want to be some hero who will save the day. Not any more. All he wants is a little house like this one, a noodle cart, a kitchen and Kari. It isn’t him staying here that’s the problem.”
He sighed again.
“But its gonna be a bitch trying to get him to leave.”
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“I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.”
“Well, that’s okay, it’s not as if we needed you. Did you stop of for a three course meal or something?”
Willis flinched.
“That’s not fair, Jun.”
She sat down heavily.
“I’m sorry. It’s been a… long week.”
“I imagine so.”
He sat down next to her, and gave a small grin.
“How is he?”
She shook her head.
“The coma isn’t getting any better. He’s shown none of the signs of coming out of it, and whatever the master put on his wound is helping to heal it, but it’s still taking a while.”
Terriermon floated down from the roof of the house, his oversized ears ballooning around him.
“What about Veemon?” the little Digimon asked.
“From what we can tell, he’s in there with Davis, inside the coma.”
“So what am I here for?”
Tetsato Dartha came through the door.
“Because you’re one of the few free Digidestined left. You got Gennai’s email, I take it.”
Willis nodded.
“He didn’t say much, just to get to the digital world as soon as possible.”
Dartha shuddered.
“Email… I hate computers.”
“That’s a pity since, you live inside one.”
“Don’t give me that. The digital world isn’t composed of computer data, you know.”
“But…”
“The digiworld has always existed, in various forms. All that changes is the gateway. Currently it’s computers. God, I hope that changes soon.”
“Why don’t you like computers then?”
“I’m fifteen hundred years old! Why should I have to learn how to use those bloody machines?” he moaned.
“Guys? Hate to break up the squabbling, but now’s not a good time.” Jun snapped.
Both Dartha and stooped, casting a sheepish look in the brown-haired woman’s direction.
“I’m waiting.” Jun said dangerously.
“Sorry Jun.” Dartha muttered.
“Yeah, sorry.” Willis followed suit.
“Okay, now, if you’re done, I’m sure that the Master has a story to tell us.”
“You’re right of course, Jun.” Dartha sighed.
He put a hand against his brow, collecting his thoughts for a moment.
“Dayla, can you come out here?”
The small girl came out of the house, and sat cross-legged on the floor.
“I’m going to need your help to go to the prophecy.”
“I thought I wasn’t ready for that?” The child needled slyly.
Dartha gave her a deadpan look.
“You’re not, but it’s just your power I’m going to be using. I’ll do the manoeuvring myself.”
Dayla glared at him, but nodded.
“Am I coming too?” Terriermon asked.
“I’m afraid not, my small friend. Can you keep an eye on Davis for the moment.”
The four people joined their hands in a ring, and
There was no sense of transition. The second that their hands had linked, they had suddenly appeared in the cave of the prophecy. Willis looked around.
“Whoa. Neat trick.”
Dartha fixed him with a look, and walked over to the wall.
“Tell me what you see here, Jun.”
Davis’s sister looked at the paintings. A city, surrounded by small black figures, representing the Shadowmon. Another image of the city burning. The tunnels, with figures that looked suspiciously like…
“Davis? Kari?”
Dartha nodded.
“Look further.”
She did so. A snow covered field. Davis, and a figure in a cloak, with a dark cloud above her head. Taythe. The pair with crossed swords, whilst Edenamon fought against the twelve dragons overhead. The pair of them, falling to the ground. and then…
“There isn’t anything more.”
“Correct. All of the images that you see here were pre-ordained. Call it what you like – fate, destiny, all of these words are good. But when Davis was defeated by Taythe on that field, something changed. There is no more destiny. Everything that happens from now on is yet to be written. And Davis will be the one to right it.”
Dayla stepped forward.
“Daisuke is now Chana-Paladin. The saviour without fate. There have been many Paladins before, but everything has been leading up to this coming battle. This is when the final conflict between light and darkness will take place. Daisuke must decide his own fate, and his destiny is no longer tied to Taythe’s, because he HAS no destiny.”
Dartha turned around.
“I cannot tell you any more than that. I am not permitted to. But know this: we will stand by the Chana-Paladin. For good or for bad.”
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Nick crouched low behind a rock, his rifle in his hands. Beside him, two of the Guardians crouched, their sealed eyes seeming to scan the terrain, a still instinctive thing to do, despite the fact it was their minds reaching out.
“How many are there?” the soldier asked.
‘I count ten.’
“So that’s two each. Not bad odds. Send a message to the others telling them to get ready. These Shadowmon are escorting prisoners.”
‘I concur. The others are waiting.’
Silently, the guardian raised his sword-staff. The double-ended Katana was deadly in the right hands, and these blind warriors had been trained since birth. Nick heard the growls of the Shadowmon as the rounded the turn into the narrow ravine. He carefully lifted his head over the edge of the rock for a better view.
“Right… five on each side, and I count five prisoners.” He gently laid the scope of his rifle onto the group, taking care not to let the sunlight reflect off of the lens. “That’s Garret. He’s a good man. Are we ready?”
‘Yes, Soldier.’
“On three. One, two, three!!”
Then he was up and leaping over the ravines edge, spraying the ground in front of the group with bullets.
“Nobody move!”
It was pointless to say it, he knew, but it kept the Shadowmon distracted for the crucial seconds of time it took the Guardians to reach the foul creatures. Nick drew his own sword as one of the blind warriors neatly gutted a Shadowmon like a salmon. He slid down the loose gravel, and swung his blade, neatly decapitating an enemy, before twisting and firing his rifle one-handed at the next, knocking it to the ground.
He felt himself pushed forward by clawed hands, stumbling into the ground. One of the guardians had accidentally allowed a creature to respawn. He desperately twisted, trying to avoid the blow that he knew would crush his skull like an egg. He saw the Shadowmon lunge at him…
And be jerked back as a chain wrapped itself around it’s throat. Garret pulled upwards, and twisted, snapping the beast’s neck. He looked down at Nick, and held out a hand to help his commanding officer to his feet.
“What kept you?”
“Not much. Everyone okay?”
“Minor wounds. It seems Taythe wants the ones who got away for something.”
“We’ll figure it out later. C’mon, we’ve got to get back to our base.” He spotted the troopers warily eyeing the Guardians, who were nonchalantly wiping their bloodstained weapons on the grass. “Don’t worry. They’re friends.”
“What about Davis, Sarge?”
“He’s badly wounded. I’ll explain on the way.”
“And the boss?”
Nick stopped, and shook his head. Garret swore.
“C’mon.” Nick said gently. “Let’s get you guys somewhere you can heal up.”
With his forces increased by five hungry, wounded and unarmed men, Nick Pallet turned round and headed for the cave entrance at the top of the ravine.
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Davis stood barefoot and bare-chested on the beach, the katana clutched loosely in his right hand. Moving slowly, his left hand outstretched in front of him, forming a c-shape. His sword hand came up behind him, over his shoulder, holding the shining blade parallel to his outstretched arm. He moved his left hand up to grip the blades handle, above his right. The katana moved gracefully through the air, humming in the evening sun.
He spun swiftly, moving through the patterns of manoeuvres he had learnt. His eyes closed, taking joy in the mere movement.
“Why do you still need that thing?” came a quiet voice.
Kari was standing at the head of the path, a long green dress swirling around her legs in the breeze that struck up without warning. Davis looked down at the sword in his hands as if seeing it for the first time. Slowly, he loosened his grip, letting the weapon drop into the sand.
“I… don’t. I don’t have to fight any more.”
He left the katana on the sand, and walked over to his wife. He cupped her chin in his hand, and kissed her gently on the lips.
“I will never need to fight again.”
He took her hand, and walked back up to the house. From the rock where he had been watching, Veemon sighed.
“Davis…”
He leapt down from the rock, and walked over to the Katana. Stooping, he placed his paws gently under the blade, and lifted it from the sand. Clutching the sword to his small form, he walked over to the rocks, and started digging in the soft earth. When a deep hole had been excavated, he gently, almost tenderly, pushed the sword inside, leaving only the hilt above ground. Then he filled in the loose earth, and walked back to the house.
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“ Davis?”
He turned around from the computer, where he had been checking out the latest football scores. There were some things that married life didn’t change.
“Yeah, honey?”
“There’s something I need to tell you…”
He saw the look on her face, and stood from his seat.
“Kari? What’s wrong?”
“Well… first of all, I’ve invited Yolei and Ken to stay for a while…”
He laughed.
“Is that all? Kari, what’s really wrong?”
She bit her lower lip, something he knew she did unconsciously when she was troubled. He stepped forward, and wrapped his arms around her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.
“Kari, whatever it is, you can tell me. Don’t worry.”
She closed her eyes, gripping his shoulder hard enough to make him wince slightly.
“Davis…” she whispered. “I’m… I’m pregnant, Davis.”
He froze, his body stiffening as shock set in over her words.
“You mean I… we…?”
“Yes… we’re going to have a baby.”
He stepped back away from her. She looked up at him, still gnawing at her lip, one had unconsciously pressed against her stomach.
“Are you mad?”
“Why would I be mad?” he asked.
“Well… I didn’t know whether you wanted a family yet.”
She looked up, and was surprised to see a wide, goofy grin spreading across Davis’s face. Suddenly, he leapt into the air, one fist punching at the ceiling.
“WA…HOO!!!”
She reeled back in surprise, and then felt her own stupid grin form on her face.
“So… you’re not mad?”
He rushed forward, and pressed his lips against hers. When they finally broke apart, the smiles were mirror-imaged on their faces.
“Kari… this is one of the happiest days of my life. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Davis. You’re gonna be a great daddy.”
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“Asshole!”
“Braniac!”
“Camel breath!”
“Dipstick!”
“Egghead!”
Yolei looked up at Kari sadly across the back seat of Davis’s jeep.
“You know, this is why we shouldn’t get together.”
“yeah. These two will be at it for hours.”
Davis grinned into the rear-view mirror.
“I resent that. We’re bound to run out of letters eventually.”
“I take back what I said earlier. You teach our kid how to insult to the alphabet, and you know what I’ll do?”
The brown-haired young man grimaced.
“You’ll have to sew ‘em back on first.”
“What do you mean by…” Ken stopped in mid question. “Wait. Forget it. I don’t want to know.” He grinned. “Whose turn is it?”
“Mine.”
“And we’re on?”
“F. Freak.”
“ Git.”
Kari sighed, and settled back in her seat. It was going to be a long day.
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Veemon sat on the rocks near the house once more, keeping his lonely vigil over the golden katana he had buried in the sand.
“This place isn’t real, is it?”
“No.” the red-haired woman replied.
“Where is it, then?”
“This is part of Davis’s mind. A Digimon is directly connected to the soul of his partner. You are here to help Davis through this.”
The blue Digimon sighed.
“He isn’t ready to come out yet?”
“No. His body has suffered tremendous trauma in the battle with Taythe. He has to allow his body to recover before he can leave this place.”
“But why am I here? Is my body safe?”
“You were wounded too, fighting the twelve dragons.”
Veemon grimaced slightly.
“I don’t remember. But I’ve… never really been defeated before. Not this badly.”
She grinned.
“Veemon, all that has happened up to this point has been pre-ordained. It is now that Daisuke’s real task as the Paladin shall begin.”
“Why? If he lost…”
“He may have lost the battle, but the war is yet to be fought. Do not despair, my friend.”
The Digimon swept his hands across the scene in front of them.
“It’s not the real world I’m worried about. Do you know what this place is?”
The tall woman shook her head.
“This place isn’t just some random image. This is Davis’s Ideal reality. All he wants is to be able to settle down, have a family, do some menial job. He doesn’t want to be the leader of the digital world. He doesn’t want to be some hero who will save the day. Not any more. All he wants is a little house like this one, a noodle cart, a kitchen and Kari. It isn’t him staying here that’s the problem.”
He sighed again.
“But its gonna be a bitch trying to get him to leave.”
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“I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.”
“Well, that’s okay, it’s not as if we needed you. Did you stop of for a three course meal or something?”
Willis flinched.
“That’s not fair, Jun.”
She sat down heavily.
“I’m sorry. It’s been a… long week.”
“I imagine so.”
He sat down next to her, and gave a small grin.
“How is he?”
She shook her head.
“The coma isn’t getting any better. He’s shown none of the signs of coming out of it, and whatever the master put on his wound is helping to heal it, but it’s still taking a while.”
Terriermon floated down from the roof of the house, his oversized ears ballooning around him.
“What about Veemon?” the little Digimon asked.
“From what we can tell, he’s in there with Davis, inside the coma.”
“So what am I here for?”
Tetsato Dartha came through the door.
“Because you’re one of the few free Digidestined left. You got Gennai’s email, I take it.”
Willis nodded.
“He didn’t say much, just to get to the digital world as soon as possible.”
Dartha shuddered.
“Email… I hate computers.”
“That’s a pity since, you live inside one.”
“Don’t give me that. The digital world isn’t composed of computer data, you know.”
“But…”
“The digiworld has always existed, in various forms. All that changes is the gateway. Currently it’s computers. God, I hope that changes soon.”
“Why don’t you like computers then?”
“I’m fifteen hundred years old! Why should I have to learn how to use those bloody machines?” he moaned.
“Guys? Hate to break up the squabbling, but now’s not a good time.” Jun snapped.
Both Dartha and stooped, casting a sheepish look in the brown-haired woman’s direction.
“I’m waiting.” Jun said dangerously.
“Sorry Jun.” Dartha muttered.
“Yeah, sorry.” Willis followed suit.
“Okay, now, if you’re done, I’m sure that the Master has a story to tell us.”
“You’re right of course, Jun.” Dartha sighed.
He put a hand against his brow, collecting his thoughts for a moment.
“Dayla, can you come out here?”
The small girl came out of the house, and sat cross-legged on the floor.
“I’m going to need your help to go to the prophecy.”
“I thought I wasn’t ready for that?” The child needled slyly.
Dartha gave her a deadpan look.
“You’re not, but it’s just your power I’m going to be using. I’ll do the manoeuvring myself.”
Dayla glared at him, but nodded.
“Am I coming too?” Terriermon asked.
“I’m afraid not, my small friend. Can you keep an eye on Davis for the moment.”
The four people joined their hands in a ring, and
There was no sense of transition. The second that their hands had linked, they had suddenly appeared in the cave of the prophecy. Willis looked around.
“Whoa. Neat trick.”
Dartha fixed him with a look, and walked over to the wall.
“Tell me what you see here, Jun.”
Davis’s sister looked at the paintings. A city, surrounded by small black figures, representing the Shadowmon. Another image of the city burning. The tunnels, with figures that looked suspiciously like…
“Davis? Kari?”
Dartha nodded.
“Look further.”
She did so. A snow covered field. Davis, and a figure in a cloak, with a dark cloud above her head. Taythe. The pair with crossed swords, whilst Edenamon fought against the twelve dragons overhead. The pair of them, falling to the ground. and then…
“There isn’t anything more.”
“Correct. All of the images that you see here were pre-ordained. Call it what you like – fate, destiny, all of these words are good. But when Davis was defeated by Taythe on that field, something changed. There is no more destiny. Everything that happens from now on is yet to be written. And Davis will be the one to right it.”
Dayla stepped forward.
“Daisuke is now Chana-Paladin. The saviour without fate. There have been many Paladins before, but everything has been leading up to this coming battle. This is when the final conflict between light and darkness will take place. Daisuke must decide his own fate, and his destiny is no longer tied to Taythe’s, because he HAS no destiny.”
Dartha turned around.
“I cannot tell you any more than that. I am not permitted to. But know this: we will stand by the Chana-Paladin. For good or for bad.”
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Nick crouched low behind a rock, his rifle in his hands. Beside him, two of the Guardians crouched, their sealed eyes seeming to scan the terrain, a still instinctive thing to do, despite the fact it was their minds reaching out.
“How many are there?” the soldier asked.
‘I count ten.’
“So that’s two each. Not bad odds. Send a message to the others telling them to get ready. These Shadowmon are escorting prisoners.”
‘I concur. The others are waiting.’
Silently, the guardian raised his sword-staff. The double-ended Katana was deadly in the right hands, and these blind warriors had been trained since birth. Nick heard the growls of the Shadowmon as the rounded the turn into the narrow ravine. He carefully lifted his head over the edge of the rock for a better view.
“Right… five on each side, and I count five prisoners.” He gently laid the scope of his rifle onto the group, taking care not to let the sunlight reflect off of the lens. “That’s Garret. He’s a good man. Are we ready?”
‘Yes, Soldier.’
“On three. One, two, three!!”
Then he was up and leaping over the ravines edge, spraying the ground in front of the group with bullets.
“Nobody move!”
It was pointless to say it, he knew, but it kept the Shadowmon distracted for the crucial seconds of time it took the Guardians to reach the foul creatures. Nick drew his own sword as one of the blind warriors neatly gutted a Shadowmon like a salmon. He slid down the loose gravel, and swung his blade, neatly decapitating an enemy, before twisting and firing his rifle one-handed at the next, knocking it to the ground.
He felt himself pushed forward by clawed hands, stumbling into the ground. One of the guardians had accidentally allowed a creature to respawn. He desperately twisted, trying to avoid the blow that he knew would crush his skull like an egg. He saw the Shadowmon lunge at him…
And be jerked back as a chain wrapped itself around it’s throat. Garret pulled upwards, and twisted, snapping the beast’s neck. He looked down at Nick, and held out a hand to help his commanding officer to his feet.
“What kept you?”
“Not much. Everyone okay?”
“Minor wounds. It seems Taythe wants the ones who got away for something.”
“We’ll figure it out later. C’mon, we’ve got to get back to our base.” He spotted the troopers warily eyeing the Guardians, who were nonchalantly wiping their bloodstained weapons on the grass. “Don’t worry. They’re friends.”
“What about Davis, Sarge?”
“He’s badly wounded. I’ll explain on the way.”
“And the boss?”
Nick stopped, and shook his head. Garret swore.
“C’mon.” Nick said gently. “Let’s get you guys somewhere you can heal up.”
With his forces increased by five hungry, wounded and unarmed men, Nick Pallet turned round and headed for the cave entrance at the top of the ravine.
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