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first
story, I’ve copyrighted anything and everything
in
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The Parting Promise
Flap, Flap. The two flapped their wings and took off, the sound echoing for
miles and miles. To those on the
ground, watching this glorious scene, it looked like a dragon had gone into a
mating flight with an angel. Tira and
Bael wove in between each other, creating intricate patterns that some people,
hours after the flight ended, still said they could see the picture. They were wrapped in and around each
other. At one point, Bael folded his
wings and went into free fall. When he
had almost hit the ground, he unfurled his large, crimson wings and flew back
into the air, coming up underneath Tira, grasping her hands. They rolled together, laughing like
children. The flight lasted several
minutes, yet seemed like a lifetime, filled with joy and happiness. When they both tired, they landed, hugging
each other close. They walked back to
Tira’s home, which, coincidentally, was the small room in the healer’s
hall. Too tired to even think, they
collapsed on the bed, holding each other close.
A scream pierced the silence in the little room. Bael awoke with a start. Bleary eyed, he looked around for the source
of the sound. When his gaze reached the
door, his eyes widened in horror. There
was a lance point imbedded in it, blood dripping from the point. Slowly, the tip was withdrawn from the
door. The scream came again. Bael looked beside him. Tira was still fast asleep, unaware of what
was happening. Bael shook her roughly. She opened her eyes. “What’s going on?” she asked sleepily. Bael got out of bed, pulling on his
wristbands as he did. “I don’t know,
but I intend to find out,” he said.
“Stay here.” He went to the door
and opened it. Looking out, Bael was
shocked at what he saw. Dead Renamon
left and right. Buildings on fire. Other Renamon running away from
something. Bael looked back at
Tira. Her eyes were filled with
horror. “I shall return to you, my
love,” he promised. He turned his back
to her. Her last sight of Bael before
he flew off was of him, shrouded in shadows, flames on either side. This scared her more than the screaming.
Letting his wings unfurl, Bael took to the skies,
searching for the cause of this destruction.
He soon found it. A large
digimon was in the town central, laughing maniacally. He was spearing Renamon left and right, waving them around on his
lance. Bael’s purple eyes narrowed in
anger and recognition. Gallantmon… Bael roared a challenge. Gallantmon turned to him, laughing still. “Ah, I thought you'd be here,” he said in
his two-toned voice. “The digimon
emperor will be quite pleased when I slaughter you.” “Gallantmon!” shouted Bael.
“You have slain many innocents this day. Your punishment will be death!
Prepare for it now, while you can.”
Gallantmon just laughed.
Suddenly, he lunged towards Bael.
“Lightning Joust!” was his
cry. Had it been any other digimon,
Bael would have used his Terrasword in a rush, confident that he would vanquish
his foe. Bael, however, remembered his
last encounter with Gallantmon.
“Triblast!” he shouted. The
three deadly orbs surrounded Gallantmon, shooting their entrapping light around
him. Bael, however, did not set off the
giant explosion that usually followed such a technique. Instead, he focused his energies to a point. “Metallo-digivolution Activate!” he
shouted. A red mist formed around
Bael. “Tripteromon Metallo-digivolve
to… Mepteromon!” The mist slammed into
him, forming a barrier between his skin and the world. What was once soft fur became razor sharp
spines. What used to be scaly dragon
wings became totally metallic. His body
shone in the firelight, causing him to look like a demon. In his present form, he was right next to
that. However, with the form change,
his Triblast technique dissolved.
Gallantmon was freed from it.
Charging at Bael, he swung his lance in front of him. “Take this, metallic freak!” shouted
Gallantmon. The lance connected with
enough force to shatter a diamond. The
lance cracked and broke against Bael’s newly metallic skin, leaving no mark. Bael rammed his metallic fist into
Gallantmon’s stomach. Gallantmon flew
back several feet, landing on his back.
Bael flew to him, initiating a finishing blow. “Fox Wrath!” he shouted.
In the air before him, a fox appeared.
This fox looked like a real world fox, except for its eyes. They burned with black fire. This fox charged at Gallantmon, elongating
until he was like an arrow. Gallantmon,
at the last moment, raised his lance arm, which had a dark, spirally band on
it. The fox hit the band, shattering
it. Instantly, Gallantmon demerged back
into Takato and Guilmon. Bael un-digivolved
back into his Tripteromon form. He was
exhausted. His wings couldn’t support
him any longer. He fell from the sky. Tira rushed to him, having watched the
entire battle. She was at his side in
an instant. Bael looked into her eyes
once more before unconsciousness claimed him.
Tira started to cry. Suddenly, a
light shot from the sky. It struck the
two lovers, surrounding them in its white perfection. Tira felt herself being lifted.
The light was pulling her into the sky.
Bael’s body also began to rise.
She reached for him, but missed.
The light pulled them up into the sky and was extinguished.
Guilmon and Takato, aware only that they had no memories
of where they were, warped out of the digital world. As they passed into the sky, they saw Bael’s body, hanging in
suspended animation. Digi-gnomes were
surrounding him, holding him down. With
that, Tamer and Digimon were gone from the digital world.
To Be Continued…