Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Children Of Fate ❯ 11 ( Chapter 12 )
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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: 3.2K | Visits: 277 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.01.2005 | Pages: 9 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 277 | Status: Completed
PART THREE: THE NEW DAWN
Chapter 11:
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“How long was I asleep?” Davis asked groggily.
Jun glanced down at her watch. Amazingly, it was still functional.
“I make it around a month. How do you feel?”
Davis blinked, and then fixed her with a level look.
“Like someone drove a sword through my chest and I’ve been in a coma for a month.”
Jun glared at him.
“Jeez, you’ve only just woken up, and you’re already making wisecracks.”
“It gives me something to do.”
Painfully, the young paladin pushed himself backwards, sliding his back up the wall so that he could sit and look at his sister with relative comfort.
“What did I miss?”
“Not much. We’ve had hardly any reports from the surface. You’re in the underground village, by the way.”
“Yeah, I’d kinda gathered that. What happened, after…?”
“After you got sliced and diced?”
He made a face. Jun grinned slightly and continued.
“After you went down, me and Nick did our damnedest to get you back into one piece again. Then the Guardians turned up, and brought us back here. We’ve managed to get a few of the troopers back down here. Willis turned up as well.”
“Better late than never.”
“I said something along those lines myself. Anyway, the Shadowmon and Taythe have gone to a fortress in the mountains…”
“The Dragon-Lord’s citadel.”
She looked at him.
“How…?”
“I don’t know. Please carry on, Jun.”
“Well, we actually had a shock a coupla days before you woke up. But I’ll save that for a surprise. Basically, we’ve just been healing up, and waiting for you to open your eyes. I always knew you liked to sleep in, but this was ridiculous.”
“Har-har. Can I get out of bed at all?”
“…Against my better judgement, I’d say yes. You heal fast, but your muscles are gonna be stiff as hell. You’re gonna have to be careful for the next few days, okay?”
“Got it. Please just make sure that I don’t go down again.”
“Erm, you’ve got a souvenir, by the way.”
“Huh?”
She looked pointedly at his chest, and he glanced down. He winced when he saw the long, ugly scar that stretched across his torso.
“She put her mark on me.”
“Heh. That’s one way of putting it.”
He pushed down the covers, and gingerly swung his legs over the side of the bed. Jun stood and handed him a t-shirt.
“Thanks.”
He pulled the garment on over his head, and, using the bed as support, pushed himself up onto his feet. He fought the wave of dizziness that swept over him, and ignored the shrieking pain that came from his abused muscles.
Slowly, he walked to the door, and twisted the handle.
Nick turned as her heard the sound at the other side of the room. Gently, he placed the chess piece back down on the board, as Willis also stood. The door to the bedroom swung gently open, to reveal a haggard, battered, yet grinning Daisuke Motomiya.
“Hey, everybody. It’s good to be back.”
a wide, stupid grin spread across Nick’s face. He knew, without looking, that the same expression was on the face of the blonde man beside him.
“It’s good to have you back, mate. You had enough of a nap?”
“Am I gonna have to put up with those jokes from EVERYONE?”
“Probably.” Willis replied.
He strode forward, and grabbed hold of the brown-haired man’s shoulder. Nick was surprised to see that Davis, normally stubborn and independent to a fault, accepted the help with a grateful smile.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
With Willis’ help, Davis made his way over to the balcony that looked over the underground village. The troopers, who had been casually cleaning their weapons, looked up in surprise as the young Paladin appeared. Then, gently, Garret began to applaud. The clapping was quickly taken up by the other troopers, and Davis began to laugh, just for the sake of it.
“Jeez, but will you look at all of you lot?” came a familiar Irish lilting voice.
Davis turned, and looked into Liam Dillon’s face. For a moment, he couldn’t say anything.
“Don’t stare Davis, it’s irritating.” The Irishman said.
“Sorry.”
“And don’t apologise, either. We’ve got more important things to worry about.”
He gently laid a blonde man down on the stone floor.
“Such as what to do with young Michael here.”
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Kari sat up, and glanced at her surroundings once more. She sighed, then put her hands to the base of her spine. She felt the comforting weight of the daggers there, and a small grin spread across her face.
Standing, she walked towards the entrance to their cell, and glanced out down the track for the mining carts. In every direction, she could see the smooth surface of the oridian rock that they had been mining.
She glanced down at the track, and saw that the tracks were resting on solid rock. At intervals in the wall, there were exits leading off into the various sections of the mine. She drew one of the knives, and knelt down to the track. Gently, she placed the knife against the metal surface, and snatched her hand away as she felt the vibrations of an electric current.
She swore under her breath. They weren’t gonna get out that way.
“Already thought about it, sis.” Tai said quietly.
She spun. Her brother was sitting beside the entrance to the cell, his eyes barely open.
“Nice knife. Where did you get it?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“I probably wouldn’t at that.”
He stood, and put his arm around his younger sister’s shoulders.
“So, what do we do?”
“Remind me how I got to be leader again?”
“We voted you in.”
“Whilst I was asleep.”
“We didn’t want to bother you.”
She glared at him, and then stopped as she heard the faint rumble of a cart on the tracks. Swiftly, she thrust then knife back into its sheath at her spine. The cart trundled its way to a stop outside the entrance to their cell, and the rifle-toting guard, backed by two Shadowmon, stepped out, and levelled his weapon at the pair.
“Both of you in the cart, now.”
“Say please.” Tai jibed.
The man didn’t say anything further, but fired his gun blindly into the confines of the cave. Tai dived for the floor, while Kari continued to fix the guard with a level stare. The bullet ricocheted off of the stone, and neatly slammed through the forehead of one of the taciturn Shadowmon. Kari grinned.
“And that,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone, “Is why you don’t fire a rifle in a confined space.”
She smiled, and walked past the guard and the single surviving Shadowmon into the cart.
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They moved fast around that, people seeming to blur around Davis in a frenzy of activity that he couldn’t participate in. His frustration mounted as the battered and bruised body of Michael was taken into the room where the Master and Jun had operated on him a month earlier.
“It feels strange, doesn’t it?”
He heard the voice, and turned in surprise, only to find that no-one was around him.
“Don’t be silly, Davis. As if I could actually be there.”
“Grandmother?”
He couldn’t see Arra’s flinch, but her felt it.
“Must you call me that?”
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
“In a broad sense.” She sighed. “We need to talk. Go find Dayla.”
“The little girl? Kari’s friend?”
“Yes. Tetsato’s busy, so you’re going to need her help. She has her part to play in events as well.”
“Figures.”
Veemon, who had been sleeping as well, opened his eyes. Without speaking, he understood Davis’ feelings. The Digidestined nodded, and he and his Digimon started down into the village.
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The Digimon were hiding in the roof above one of the tunnels, watching the carts roll underneath them, carrying their loads of oridian or their teams of Digidestined. Agumon looked with distaste at the black ore.
“What the hell is this stuff?” he asked.
“Agumon, if I knew that, I’d let you know.” Gatomon replied acidly.
“Don’t you two ever open your ears?” Patomon said.
“We don’t have your advantages in that department, Patomon.” Gabumon said slyly.
Patomon grinned, and waggled his oversized ears at his friend.
“What have you heard?” Gatomon sighed.
“Not too much more. But I know that they’re gonna use this stuff – oridian, I think they called it – to blow open the portal between the digital world.
“Blow open?” Salamandramon asked.
“That’s what the word ‘Detonate’ seemed to imply.”
“Okay. Maybe we should put a stop to that.”
“What do you mean?” Gatomon said.
“Look, we’re relatively free? Right? Maybe the time has come for us to fight back.”
“…You know, I thought that Digimon picked up their partners mannerisms, but you take it to extremes, Sala.”
“Thanks.” The little lizard replied wryly.
“You’re right, though. We need to slow down whatever they’re doing. Let’s go for it.”
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The young Paladin limped through the town, acknowledging the greetings of the inhabitants with answering grins. He stopped to exchange a few words with a shopkeeper, and then carried on his methodical search.
When he came across Dayla, she was sitting with her back to him, looking at a blank stone wall, her eyes closed. Quietly, he walked up beside her, and stared in puzzlement at the rock face.
“You have to look further than what you can see with your eyes, Daisuke.” The little girl said.
“How did you notice me?”
“I can hear you thinking. Also your limp makes you walk very loudly.”
Davis grimaced, and sat down next to her. Veemon plopped his small form down on the Paladin’s other side.
“I need…”
“To talk to the Lady. I know.”
He glared at her.
“Do you have to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Predict what I’m going to say.”
“It’s what I’m trained to do. Why deny my purpose?”
“Because its irritating as hell.”
“Don’t swear, Daisuke, it’s naughty.”
He rolled his eyes. Veemon smirked slightly.
“You know, normally, he only allows Kari to talk down to him.”
“Yeah, well, he needs my help, so I’m allowed to have a little fun.”
She stretched out her hand, and Davis took the small palm in his own. He felt Veemon’s claw slip into his other palm, and he closed his eyes.
“Hello, Davis.”
“Hello, Grandmother.”
Dayla took her hand out of his, and stepped away from him. Arra turned to the small girl, and bowed formally, a gesture that Dayla returned.
“Well done, little sister. You’ve progressed far beyond my expectations.”
“Try telling that to the master.”
“Oh, he knows. Just trust him.”
Dayla sighed and exasperated little-girl sigh, and nodded. Arra turned back to her Grandson.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“You needed to talk?”
“Hey, you called me here!”
“Only because I sensed that you needed to say something.”
Davis put a hand to his eyes.
“This is WAY to complicated for me.”
“Doesn’t take much.” Veemon muttered.
“Be nice, Veemon.” Arra laughed. “The boys got a lot on his mind right now.”
She looked at Davis again.
“Now, what is it you needed to talk about.”
He held his gaze steady with her eyes for a moment, then looked away.
“I’m so… helpless.”
“Who told you that?”
“Just look at me, Grandmother! I’m weak, I’m hurt – I can barely walk without help! I only made it down through the village through blind luck!”
“Bull. You’re stronger than you think you are, and something inside you knows it, otherwise you’d have died on that snowfield.”
She moved forward, and tapped on his chest with her knuckles.
“It takes a strong soul to survive what you’ve been through. Do you want to know why your dream was the way it was?”
“Huh?”
“Your dream. You know, you, Kari, the happy families scenario.”
“I know what dream you meant, Grandmother, I just don’t know what it ahs to do with anything.”
“Remember when Ichiro gave you the Paladin-sword, in the cave on Gennai’s mountain?”
“Yeah.”
“He asked you why you wanted that power. Do you remember what you said?”
Davis thought, and the words came back to him.
“I said…‘I’m not even sure I do.’”
“And Ichiro told you that he wouldn’t have given you the power unless you had wanted to use it for good – in that case, to rescue the Digidestined.” She sighed. “What you had then was only a portion of the Paladin’s true power. Now, the time has come for you to accept the rest of your birthright. But you must accept the gift Davis, and you must bear the responsibility for it. On your shoulders rests the fate of not only the entire digital world, but of the human world as well.”
Davis felt something click, deep inside his soul, and for the tiniest second, he could feel every living entity in the digital world. He closed his eyes, and the sensation rushed over him like a wave, sending tiny shocks through his nervous system. The it ended, and the voices vanished. He opened his eyes again, and looked at his Ultimate Grandmother.
“Now, what are you fighting for, Chana-Paladin?”
“I’m fighting for those I love. I’m going to fight for my friends.”
“there is nothing more I can teach you, Daisuke.”
“Thankyou, Grandmother.”
“You’re welcome, beloved Paladin.”
Davis turned to Dayla, and held out his hand. The little girl took his palm in hers.
And the world regained its focus. Davis got to his feet, feeling anew vitality flood through his veins.
“Damn, but that feels better.”
He glanced at Veemon, and the Digimon’s form shrank to that of DemiVeemon. The little Digimon hopped up onto his partners shoulder.
“Dayla.”
“Yes, Paladin?”
“Come with me. You’re going to come with us when we go after Taythe, and I don’t want you to go unprepared.”
He took her hand in hers, and began to walk back through the village in easy strides. A thought occurred to him.
“I’m gonna need a sword.”
Dayla gave him one of her special ‘Are-you-really-as-stupid-as-you-look’ glances.
“Did you think that this place was named The Forge for the fun of it, Daisuke?”
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“How long was I asleep?” Davis asked groggily.
Jun glanced down at her watch. Amazingly, it was still functional.
“I make it around a month. How do you feel?”
Davis blinked, and then fixed her with a level look.
“Like someone drove a sword through my chest and I’ve been in a coma for a month.”
Jun glared at him.
“Jeez, you’ve only just woken up, and you’re already making wisecracks.”
“It gives me something to do.”
Painfully, the young paladin pushed himself backwards, sliding his back up the wall so that he could sit and look at his sister with relative comfort.
“What did I miss?”
“Not much. We’ve had hardly any reports from the surface. You’re in the underground village, by the way.”
“Yeah, I’d kinda gathered that. What happened, after…?”
“After you got sliced and diced?”
He made a face. Jun grinned slightly and continued.
“After you went down, me and Nick did our damnedest to get you back into one piece again. Then the Guardians turned up, and brought us back here. We’ve managed to get a few of the troopers back down here. Willis turned up as well.”
“Better late than never.”
“I said something along those lines myself. Anyway, the Shadowmon and Taythe have gone to a fortress in the mountains…”
“The Dragon-Lord’s citadel.”
She looked at him.
“How…?”
“I don’t know. Please carry on, Jun.”
“Well, we actually had a shock a coupla days before you woke up. But I’ll save that for a surprise. Basically, we’ve just been healing up, and waiting for you to open your eyes. I always knew you liked to sleep in, but this was ridiculous.”
“Har-har. Can I get out of bed at all?”
“…Against my better judgement, I’d say yes. You heal fast, but your muscles are gonna be stiff as hell. You’re gonna have to be careful for the next few days, okay?”
“Got it. Please just make sure that I don’t go down again.”
“Erm, you’ve got a souvenir, by the way.”
“Huh?”
She looked pointedly at his chest, and he glanced down. He winced when he saw the long, ugly scar that stretched across his torso.
“She put her mark on me.”
“Heh. That’s one way of putting it.”
He pushed down the covers, and gingerly swung his legs over the side of the bed. Jun stood and handed him a t-shirt.
“Thanks.”
He pulled the garment on over his head, and, using the bed as support, pushed himself up onto his feet. He fought the wave of dizziness that swept over him, and ignored the shrieking pain that came from his abused muscles.
Slowly, he walked to the door, and twisted the handle.
Nick turned as her heard the sound at the other side of the room. Gently, he placed the chess piece back down on the board, as Willis also stood. The door to the bedroom swung gently open, to reveal a haggard, battered, yet grinning Daisuke Motomiya.
“Hey, everybody. It’s good to be back.”
a wide, stupid grin spread across Nick’s face. He knew, without looking, that the same expression was on the face of the blonde man beside him.
“It’s good to have you back, mate. You had enough of a nap?”
“Am I gonna have to put up with those jokes from EVERYONE?”
“Probably.” Willis replied.
He strode forward, and grabbed hold of the brown-haired man’s shoulder. Nick was surprised to see that Davis, normally stubborn and independent to a fault, accepted the help with a grateful smile.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
With Willis’ help, Davis made his way over to the balcony that looked over the underground village. The troopers, who had been casually cleaning their weapons, looked up in surprise as the young Paladin appeared. Then, gently, Garret began to applaud. The clapping was quickly taken up by the other troopers, and Davis began to laugh, just for the sake of it.
“Jeez, but will you look at all of you lot?” came a familiar Irish lilting voice.
Davis turned, and looked into Liam Dillon’s face. For a moment, he couldn’t say anything.
“Don’t stare Davis, it’s irritating.” The Irishman said.
“Sorry.”
“And don’t apologise, either. We’ve got more important things to worry about.”
He gently laid a blonde man down on the stone floor.
“Such as what to do with young Michael here.”
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Kari sat up, and glanced at her surroundings once more. She sighed, then put her hands to the base of her spine. She felt the comforting weight of the daggers there, and a small grin spread across her face.
Standing, she walked towards the entrance to their cell, and glanced out down the track for the mining carts. In every direction, she could see the smooth surface of the oridian rock that they had been mining.
She glanced down at the track, and saw that the tracks were resting on solid rock. At intervals in the wall, there were exits leading off into the various sections of the mine. She drew one of the knives, and knelt down to the track. Gently, she placed the knife against the metal surface, and snatched her hand away as she felt the vibrations of an electric current.
She swore under her breath. They weren’t gonna get out that way.
“Already thought about it, sis.” Tai said quietly.
She spun. Her brother was sitting beside the entrance to the cell, his eyes barely open.
“Nice knife. Where did you get it?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“I probably wouldn’t at that.”
He stood, and put his arm around his younger sister’s shoulders.
“So, what do we do?”
“Remind me how I got to be leader again?”
“We voted you in.”
“Whilst I was asleep.”
“We didn’t want to bother you.”
She glared at him, and then stopped as she heard the faint rumble of a cart on the tracks. Swiftly, she thrust then knife back into its sheath at her spine. The cart trundled its way to a stop outside the entrance to their cell, and the rifle-toting guard, backed by two Shadowmon, stepped out, and levelled his weapon at the pair.
“Both of you in the cart, now.”
“Say please.” Tai jibed.
The man didn’t say anything further, but fired his gun blindly into the confines of the cave. Tai dived for the floor, while Kari continued to fix the guard with a level stare. The bullet ricocheted off of the stone, and neatly slammed through the forehead of one of the taciturn Shadowmon. Kari grinned.
“And that,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone, “Is why you don’t fire a rifle in a confined space.”
She smiled, and walked past the guard and the single surviving Shadowmon into the cart.
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They moved fast around that, people seeming to blur around Davis in a frenzy of activity that he couldn’t participate in. His frustration mounted as the battered and bruised body of Michael was taken into the room where the Master and Jun had operated on him a month earlier.
“It feels strange, doesn’t it?”
He heard the voice, and turned in surprise, only to find that no-one was around him.
“Don’t be silly, Davis. As if I could actually be there.”
“Grandmother?”
He couldn’t see Arra’s flinch, but her felt it.
“Must you call me that?”
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
“In a broad sense.” She sighed. “We need to talk. Go find Dayla.”
“The little girl? Kari’s friend?”
“Yes. Tetsato’s busy, so you’re going to need her help. She has her part to play in events as well.”
“Figures.”
Veemon, who had been sleeping as well, opened his eyes. Without speaking, he understood Davis’ feelings. The Digidestined nodded, and he and his Digimon started down into the village.
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The Digimon were hiding in the roof above one of the tunnels, watching the carts roll underneath them, carrying their loads of oridian or their teams of Digidestined. Agumon looked with distaste at the black ore.
“What the hell is this stuff?” he asked.
“Agumon, if I knew that, I’d let you know.” Gatomon replied acidly.
“Don’t you two ever open your ears?” Patomon said.
“We don’t have your advantages in that department, Patomon.” Gabumon said slyly.
Patomon grinned, and waggled his oversized ears at his friend.
“What have you heard?” Gatomon sighed.
“Not too much more. But I know that they’re gonna use this stuff – oridian, I think they called it – to blow open the portal between the digital world.
“Blow open?” Salamandramon asked.
“That’s what the word ‘Detonate’ seemed to imply.”
“Okay. Maybe we should put a stop to that.”
“What do you mean?” Gatomon said.
“Look, we’re relatively free? Right? Maybe the time has come for us to fight back.”
“…You know, I thought that Digimon picked up their partners mannerisms, but you take it to extremes, Sala.”
“Thanks.” The little lizard replied wryly.
“You’re right, though. We need to slow down whatever they’re doing. Let’s go for it.”
=============================================================
The young Paladin limped through the town, acknowledging the greetings of the inhabitants with answering grins. He stopped to exchange a few words with a shopkeeper, and then carried on his methodical search.
When he came across Dayla, she was sitting with her back to him, looking at a blank stone wall, her eyes closed. Quietly, he walked up beside her, and stared in puzzlement at the rock face.
“You have to look further than what you can see with your eyes, Daisuke.” The little girl said.
“How did you notice me?”
“I can hear you thinking. Also your limp makes you walk very loudly.”
Davis grimaced, and sat down next to her. Veemon plopped his small form down on the Paladin’s other side.
“I need…”
“To talk to the Lady. I know.”
He glared at her.
“Do you have to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Predict what I’m going to say.”
“It’s what I’m trained to do. Why deny my purpose?”
“Because its irritating as hell.”
“Don’t swear, Daisuke, it’s naughty.”
He rolled his eyes. Veemon smirked slightly.
“You know, normally, he only allows Kari to talk down to him.”
“Yeah, well, he needs my help, so I’m allowed to have a little fun.”
She stretched out her hand, and Davis took the small palm in his own. He felt Veemon’s claw slip into his other palm, and he closed his eyes.
“Hello, Davis.”
“Hello, Grandmother.”
Dayla took her hand out of his, and stepped away from him. Arra turned to the small girl, and bowed formally, a gesture that Dayla returned.
“Well done, little sister. You’ve progressed far beyond my expectations.”
“Try telling that to the master.”
“Oh, he knows. Just trust him.”
Dayla sighed and exasperated little-girl sigh, and nodded. Arra turned back to her Grandson.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“You needed to talk?”
“Hey, you called me here!”
“Only because I sensed that you needed to say something.”
Davis put a hand to his eyes.
“This is WAY to complicated for me.”
“Doesn’t take much.” Veemon muttered.
“Be nice, Veemon.” Arra laughed. “The boys got a lot on his mind right now.”
She looked at Davis again.
“Now, what is it you needed to talk about.”
He held his gaze steady with her eyes for a moment, then looked away.
“I’m so… helpless.”
“Who told you that?”
“Just look at me, Grandmother! I’m weak, I’m hurt – I can barely walk without help! I only made it down through the village through blind luck!”
“Bull. You’re stronger than you think you are, and something inside you knows it, otherwise you’d have died on that snowfield.”
She moved forward, and tapped on his chest with her knuckles.
“It takes a strong soul to survive what you’ve been through. Do you want to know why your dream was the way it was?”
“Huh?”
“Your dream. You know, you, Kari, the happy families scenario.”
“I know what dream you meant, Grandmother, I just don’t know what it ahs to do with anything.”
“Remember when Ichiro gave you the Paladin-sword, in the cave on Gennai’s mountain?”
“Yeah.”
“He asked you why you wanted that power. Do you remember what you said?”
Davis thought, and the words came back to him.
“I said…‘I’m not even sure I do.’”
“And Ichiro told you that he wouldn’t have given you the power unless you had wanted to use it for good – in that case, to rescue the Digidestined.” She sighed. “What you had then was only a portion of the Paladin’s true power. Now, the time has come for you to accept the rest of your birthright. But you must accept the gift Davis, and you must bear the responsibility for it. On your shoulders rests the fate of not only the entire digital world, but of the human world as well.”
Davis felt something click, deep inside his soul, and for the tiniest second, he could feel every living entity in the digital world. He closed his eyes, and the sensation rushed over him like a wave, sending tiny shocks through his nervous system. The it ended, and the voices vanished. He opened his eyes again, and looked at his Ultimate Grandmother.
“Now, what are you fighting for, Chana-Paladin?”
“I’m fighting for those I love. I’m going to fight for my friends.”
“there is nothing more I can teach you, Daisuke.”
“Thankyou, Grandmother.”
“You’re welcome, beloved Paladin.”
Davis turned to Dayla, and held out his hand. The little girl took his palm in hers.
And the world regained its focus. Davis got to his feet, feeling anew vitality flood through his veins.
“Damn, but that feels better.”
He glanced at Veemon, and the Digimon’s form shrank to that of DemiVeemon. The little Digimon hopped up onto his partners shoulder.
“Dayla.”
“Yes, Paladin?”
“Come with me. You’re going to come with us when we go after Taythe, and I don’t want you to go unprepared.”
He took her hand in hers, and began to walk back through the village in easy strides. A thought occurred to him.
“I’m gonna need a sword.”
Dayla gave him one of her special ‘Are-you-really-as-stupid-as-you-look’ glances.
“Did you think that this place was named The Forge for the fun of it, Daisuke?”
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