CuriousHeartless
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This is my original digimon fic. The world is a mixture of ours and Tamers in that Digimon is important and a big craze like in Tamers, but otherwise it is pretty much our world. Also, the rating is Teen to give me freedom, but this chapter is probably G. As a side-not, this is an introductory prologue chapter and will not be like the future chapters.
Digimon: Tamer’s War.
Prologue: Before the War.
Sunmon! My best friend dying right in front of me and all I can do is float here until I run out of energy and sink.
Wanyamon! He’s going to die from heat stroke any second and I’m not far behind and there’s nothing I can do.
Nyaromon. My best friend’s dying in front of me and all I can do is sit here and freeze to death.
Koromon, please don’t die. Oww. These thorns hurt so bad. And she’s so entangled. There’s nothing I can do to help him.
The light. It’s so bright that it burns. I can’t even see Yaamon. This light must hurt him so bad.
This wind is just so strong. I don’t think I can hold onto Yokomon or this vine much longer. But if I let go of either we’ll plummet off of this cliff and die. I’m slipping!
Stupid rockslide. I can’t move without leaving Bukamon to die, but if I stay then I’ll die too. Stupid rockslide.
Can’t find my way out. All these mirrors are confusing me and Kyokyomon’s too weak to break the way out. If I don’t escape soon I think I might pass out.
No! I won’t give up. How did I even get into this in the first place? Oh yeah…
-18 months previous.-
Digimon was one of the biggest crazes in the world. It had been running for ten years and was still going strong. There had been anime, manga, a card game, movies, Tamagotchi like V-Pets, video games, and countless amounts of merchandise. It was so big that Monster Makers, the company behind Digimon, held large tournaments for various video games and V-Pets. This story starts at one such tournament for the latest version of the V-Pet, the D-Arc. It allowed the owner to train one virtual digimon from egg to Mega. But, unlike the older models which could do the same thing, they allowed the user to scan digimon cards to give various boosts to their digimon
We join one of our protagonists waiting in line to register. “No way dude, you won’t win.” The youth said to his friend waiting behind him. The boy wore a red shirt with a dragon on it that was a different, darker shade of red and blue jeans. He kept fidgeting around with red tinted goggles covering his eyes. “If you’re lucky, you won’t have to face me until the end, but I will win it.”
“I just said that I might win a prize.” His friend replied weakly. “I mean, you get a prize just for getting into the third round. And what is with the goggles? There’s a cloud cover for Pete’s sake, why do you wear those things.” The boy shifted in his blue hoody.
“Because, the leaders in the shows wear them. That’s why.” The boy answered. “I mean, why do you wear your hoody even in Summer, Jared?”
“I don’t. “ Jared replied.
“What are you talking about? You’re wearing it right now and it’s the middle of summer.”
“You know that it is October, right? I mean, we’ve been going to school for two months now. Seriously Kyle, sometimes I worry about you.” Jared replied with a sigh.
“Hey! There is nothing wrong with me. Now stop slouching. I told you, you can’t get a girl slouching and I can’t get a girl if my wingman can’t get her friend.”
“Wingman? How long have I been your wingman?” Jared questioned.
“Ever since I decided you’d be my wingman. Now then, cut off the slouch.”
“Fine.” Jared sighed and straightened up. “Better?”
“Much. Now we can definitely get a couple of girls.” Kyle gave his friend a thumbs up. “Look, the line moved up.”
“Great. Maybe we can get out of this line soon and watch another one of your pick up a girl schemes fail.” Jared chuckled a little.
“Hey!”
-Farther back in line a bit-
A group of three people- two girls and one guy- were talking.
“No way.” One of the girls said. She was the tallest of the three, standing at five and a half feet. She was wearing a tight, pink *** shirt with a red heart on it and skinny blue jeans. “You can’t leave now. I don’t want to be stuck with just him,” she pointed at the boy.
“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” The boy, who was the youngest of the group at about ten while the girls were around fourteen- questioned. He was dressed in a black suit like this kind you might see someone wear to a job interview and his hair was a bright orange, matching the girl’s hair.
“It means, twerp, that I’m not going to stand in line with you,” the girl replied, speaking as if the boy was an idiot.
“Dharma, Greg, split it up.” The other girl said, getting in between the other two. She wore an outfit identical to her friend’s. “Seriously, I don’t fight this much with my brother so why are you two always bickering?”
“Because she’s a-” Greg started before getting cut off by a death glare from Dharma. He shuddered and turned around.
Dharma smiled at her win and turned to the other girl. “So, Brooke, can I ask you something?”
“If it is to be your wing woman then no. The last time I ended up with an eight year old and had to listen to how good he was on Madden while you got his older brother.” Brooke replied, shivering at the thought of her second worst date ever.
“Come on. Please,” Dharma put on puppy dog eyes, but Brooke just turned around. “I saw a really cute guy a bit up and need you to get with his friend. If you want, it doesn’t even have to be a real date, you can just talk.”
“No, nope, no. I will not do it.”
“Hah. Can’t even get your best friend to help you.” Greg laughed.
“Shut up!” His older sister yelled.
-At the very tail end of the line-
Four people were standing in a straight line, not making any noises. They all wore and identical outfit, a loose white shirt with a symbol of a Yellow star on it and khakis. They were the famed Yellow Star group, a team of digimon tamers, as players of the games are called, who got together to train and talk digimon. In every tournament they entered one of their rank won, the mere sight of them in line actually drove away a good amount of people who wanted to enter.
The first of the four people was a tall African-American boy with very short hair. His eyes were trained on the front of the line and he stood as still as the other Yellow Star tamers. He was Damian Wayes, the winner at a local virus-only digimon tournament a few weeks previous. Damian was eighteen years old and partnered with the mischievous Goblimon.
Behind him was a fifteen year old girl. She was rather short for her age, standing at four and a half feet tall, and had long brown hair that hung down to her thighs. Like Damian, she stared straight forward, meaning she was looking at the back of Damian’s shirt. The girl was Dawn Keen, leader of the Yellow Stars and winner of the United States Championship two years running. Her partner was the strong Blackagumon.
Thirdly was a young boy, about seven with spiked brown hair. He was their newest recruit and the only tournament he had ever won was a card tournament a few months beforehand. He was Lance Keen, younger brother of Dawn. He was fairly new to the games but was lucky enough to partnered with the rare and powerful Ryudamon. Unlike the others, who were disciplined and could stand still perfectly, Lance fidgeted and looked around.
Lastly was a second girl. Unlike Dawn, she was tall, standing a few inches above even Damian. Also like Damian, she was eighteen years old. The girl was Mexican and had dark skin. Her black hair went straight down to the bottoms of her shoulder blades. Her name was Rosa Montanez, but she preferred Rose. A serious expression was on her face, which was faced right at the sign-up desk. She had won this same tournament for the last two years, but this time Dawn had decided to answer and the girl was afraid she might lose her title as champion. Her partner was Floramon, which Rosa saw as kind of fitting.
The line moved up some and the four followed it, waiting for their turns to sign-up
Unknown to anyone in the line, a distinctly non-human figure was watching from the shadows with evil, red eyes. "Good luck, digidestined," the creature hissed in a voice so deep that it could only be described as demonic. "You'll need it."
Please r+r. I'm not the best writer so don't be afraid to point out when I messed up or areas where I could improve. In fact, please be as harsh as you can be as long as you don't get flammy. Chapter 1 coming sometime either next week or the week after.
Digimon: Tamer’s War.
Prologue: Before the War.
Sunmon! My best friend dying right in front of me and all I can do is float here until I run out of energy and sink.
Wanyamon! He’s going to die from heat stroke any second and I’m not far behind and there’s nothing I can do.
Nyaromon. My best friend’s dying in front of me and all I can do is sit here and freeze to death.
Koromon, please don’t die. Oww. These thorns hurt so bad. And she’s so entangled. There’s nothing I can do to help him.
The light. It’s so bright that it burns. I can’t even see Yaamon. This light must hurt him so bad.
This wind is just so strong. I don’t think I can hold onto Yokomon or this vine much longer. But if I let go of either we’ll plummet off of this cliff and die. I’m slipping!
Stupid rockslide. I can’t move without leaving Bukamon to die, but if I stay then I’ll die too. Stupid rockslide.
Can’t find my way out. All these mirrors are confusing me and Kyokyomon’s too weak to break the way out. If I don’t escape soon I think I might pass out.
No! I won’t give up. How did I even get into this in the first place? Oh yeah…
-18 months previous.-
Digimon was one of the biggest crazes in the world. It had been running for ten years and was still going strong. There had been anime, manga, a card game, movies, Tamagotchi like V-Pets, video games, and countless amounts of merchandise. It was so big that Monster Makers, the company behind Digimon, held large tournaments for various video games and V-Pets. This story starts at one such tournament for the latest version of the V-Pet, the D-Arc. It allowed the owner to train one virtual digimon from egg to Mega. But, unlike the older models which could do the same thing, they allowed the user to scan digimon cards to give various boosts to their digimon
We join one of our protagonists waiting in line to register. “No way dude, you won’t win.” The youth said to his friend waiting behind him. The boy wore a red shirt with a dragon on it that was a different, darker shade of red and blue jeans. He kept fidgeting around with red tinted goggles covering his eyes. “If you’re lucky, you won’t have to face me until the end, but I will win it.”
“I just said that I might win a prize.” His friend replied weakly. “I mean, you get a prize just for getting into the third round. And what is with the goggles? There’s a cloud cover for Pete’s sake, why do you wear those things.” The boy shifted in his blue hoody.
“Because, the leaders in the shows wear them. That’s why.” The boy answered. “I mean, why do you wear your hoody even in Summer, Jared?”
“I don’t. “ Jared replied.
“What are you talking about? You’re wearing it right now and it’s the middle of summer.”
“You know that it is October, right? I mean, we’ve been going to school for two months now. Seriously Kyle, sometimes I worry about you.” Jared replied with a sigh.
“Hey! There is nothing wrong with me. Now stop slouching. I told you, you can’t get a girl slouching and I can’t get a girl if my wingman can’t get her friend.”
“Wingman? How long have I been your wingman?” Jared questioned.
“Ever since I decided you’d be my wingman. Now then, cut off the slouch.”
“Fine.” Jared sighed and straightened up. “Better?”
“Much. Now we can definitely get a couple of girls.” Kyle gave his friend a thumbs up. “Look, the line moved up.”
“Great. Maybe we can get out of this line soon and watch another one of your pick up a girl schemes fail.” Jared chuckled a little.
“Hey!”
-Farther back in line a bit-
A group of three people- two girls and one guy- were talking.
“No way.” One of the girls said. She was the tallest of the three, standing at five and a half feet. She was wearing a tight, pink *** shirt with a red heart on it and skinny blue jeans. “You can’t leave now. I don’t want to be stuck with just him,” she pointed at the boy.
“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” The boy, who was the youngest of the group at about ten while the girls were around fourteen- questioned. He was dressed in a black suit like this kind you might see someone wear to a job interview and his hair was a bright orange, matching the girl’s hair.
“It means, twerp, that I’m not going to stand in line with you,” the girl replied, speaking as if the boy was an idiot.
“Dharma, Greg, split it up.” The other girl said, getting in between the other two. She wore an outfit identical to her friend’s. “Seriously, I don’t fight this much with my brother so why are you two always bickering?”
“Because she’s a-” Greg started before getting cut off by a death glare from Dharma. He shuddered and turned around.
Dharma smiled at her win and turned to the other girl. “So, Brooke, can I ask you something?”
“If it is to be your wing woman then no. The last time I ended up with an eight year old and had to listen to how good he was on Madden while you got his older brother.” Brooke replied, shivering at the thought of her second worst date ever.
“Come on. Please,” Dharma put on puppy dog eyes, but Brooke just turned around. “I saw a really cute guy a bit up and need you to get with his friend. If you want, it doesn’t even have to be a real date, you can just talk.”
“No, nope, no. I will not do it.”
“Hah. Can’t even get your best friend to help you.” Greg laughed.
“Shut up!” His older sister yelled.
-At the very tail end of the line-
Four people were standing in a straight line, not making any noises. They all wore and identical outfit, a loose white shirt with a symbol of a Yellow star on it and khakis. They were the famed Yellow Star group, a team of digimon tamers, as players of the games are called, who got together to train and talk digimon. In every tournament they entered one of their rank won, the mere sight of them in line actually drove away a good amount of people who wanted to enter.
The first of the four people was a tall African-American boy with very short hair. His eyes were trained on the front of the line and he stood as still as the other Yellow Star tamers. He was Damian Wayes, the winner at a local virus-only digimon tournament a few weeks previous. Damian was eighteen years old and partnered with the mischievous Goblimon.
Behind him was a fifteen year old girl. She was rather short for her age, standing at four and a half feet tall, and had long brown hair that hung down to her thighs. Like Damian, she stared straight forward, meaning she was looking at the back of Damian’s shirt. The girl was Dawn Keen, leader of the Yellow Stars and winner of the United States Championship two years running. Her partner was the strong Blackagumon.
Thirdly was a young boy, about seven with spiked brown hair. He was their newest recruit and the only tournament he had ever won was a card tournament a few months beforehand. He was Lance Keen, younger brother of Dawn. He was fairly new to the games but was lucky enough to partnered with the rare and powerful Ryudamon. Unlike the others, who were disciplined and could stand still perfectly, Lance fidgeted and looked around.
Lastly was a second girl. Unlike Dawn, she was tall, standing a few inches above even Damian. Also like Damian, she was eighteen years old. The girl was Mexican and had dark skin. Her black hair went straight down to the bottoms of her shoulder blades. Her name was Rosa Montanez, but she preferred Rose. A serious expression was on her face, which was faced right at the sign-up desk. She had won this same tournament for the last two years, but this time Dawn had decided to answer and the girl was afraid she might lose her title as champion. Her partner was Floramon, which Rosa saw as kind of fitting.
The line moved up some and the four followed it, waiting for their turns to sign-up
Unknown to anyone in the line, a distinctly non-human figure was watching from the shadows with evil, red eyes. "Good luck, digidestined," the creature hissed in a voice so deep that it could only be described as demonic. "You'll need it."
Please r+r. I'm not the best writer so don't be afraid to point out when I messed up or areas where I could improve. In fact, please be as harsh as you can be as long as you don't get flammy. Chapter 1 coming sometime either next week or the week after.
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