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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  Slowly, the tip was withdrawn from the door.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…