A soft wind blew through the vast grassland that sat below a mountain that reached up and touched the clouds. Near the base of the mountain stood a town containing a hundred or so buildings. Digimon of all ages went about their business within the hamlet. It was quiet; peaceful.
Tyr's bare feet walked through the dew-ridden blades of grass as he walked in the direction of the village. However, he was not headed for the town itself, but instead a structure several hundred meters away from the town. Tyr no longer needed Tiwaz's guidance to find what he was looking for.
The smell of smoke entered Tyr's nostrils and he could feel heat graze the front of his body. Before him stood the life-sized statue of an AncientGreymon, surrounded by a ring of tempestuous fire that lit up the white statue within. The AncientGreymon was Tiwaz.
"This is it..." Tyr said softly, gazing up above him at the statue in awe. He was finally able to see his ancestor in his entirety, not just through his eyes or as a vision in his mind. The VictoryGreymon glanced to the left, towards the village. "This is the village you saved..."
"It is," Tiwaz replied. "So I killed that final Dexmon after all..."
Tyr looked back forwards at the memorial. The marble statue had Tiwaz in a fighting pose, but still managed to capture his valiance. Even Tiwaz's goggles were carved out on Tiwaz's helmet. The detail was astonishingly good.
The emerald eyes of the VictoryGreymon slowly looked down into the blaze surrounding the statue. The fire felt familiar to him. The fire was unmistakeably that of Tiwaz's.
They were more than just flames of ruin... They were flames of courage, flames of valour, of gallantry, of passion, friendship, power...
"The burning flames of one's heart can never be extinguished," an unfamiliar voice said from Tyr's left.
The VictoryGreymon turned his head in surprise to see an EmperorGreymon walking towards him, giving Tyr a slight wave his hand.
"Greetings, traveller..." greeted the EmperorGreymon, walking over to Tyr's side before turning his attention to the flame-endowed statue. "You're wondering how that fire is burning, aren't you?" he questioned.
"Uhh... sort of..." Tyr replied.
"They are the controlled, draconic flames of the heart of Tiwaz Koenig... the final member of the Great Ten before he sacrificed his life for the sake of this town and its occupants," the EmperorGreymon begun explaining. "Back during the unleashment of the Death-X hordes, five Dexmon were upon this town, minutes away from decimating it. Tiwaz was the only one close enough to combat them... He came to their defence in the hopes of buying the villagers enough time to escape. Tiwaz was able to kill four of them but was mortally wounded in the process. With his final breaths, he was able to clash with the remaining Dexmon a final time and they both killed each other."
Tyr looked at the EmperorGreymon, following his every word, despite experiencing the tale up to that point first hand.
"When the Death-X incursion was finally quelled, the citizens came together in sorrow and thanks to build this statue to forever remember Tiwaz's sacrifice for their sakes," he explained, pulling his gaze away from the statue to lock eyes with Tyr's. "...The flames are the remnants of Tiwaz's final attack. They have remained eternal since that day and the citizens placed the statue directly in the middle of them."
The EmperorGreymon then bent down on one knee towards the statue and bowed his head, paying his respects. He then stood up and faced Tyr, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "My apologies; where are my manners? I am Hoenir Koenig, High Defender of this area," he said, outstretching his other hand.
"'Koenig'?" Tiwaz thought in shock.
"...'Koenig'?" Tyr asked, looking at Hoenir in surprise as he shook his hand.
"Yes. I am a descendant of Campion Koenig, one of Tiwaz's two sons. I'm a direct descendant of Tiwaz," he explained. The two released each other's hands from their equally sturdy grips.
Upon doing so, Tyr couldn't help but look back towards the everlasting flames. "The fire doesn't burn the statue," Tyr mused. Hoenir wasn't sure if that was a question or an observation.
"No... 'While fire can represent death and destruction, that's a steriotypical, close-minded understanding of the meaning of flame... for it can also represent life and rebirth,'" Hoenir quoted.
"...That sounds familiar," Tyr murmured, a flickering feeling of nostalgia striking him as he listened.
The EmperorGreymon grinned. "...Tiwaz told his sons that, and they eventually passed it down to their sons until I was told it by my father," he explained.
Tiwaz listened carefully from within Tyr. He remembered that day fondly, telling his sons what exactly that meant. He remembered his family and the life they lived so many ages ago...
Any words that he had for Hoenir or Tyr in that moment disappeared as he took to his memories. Though despite this, Tiwaz felt a small sense of pride for his sons, Campion and Thlayli, that they took his words to heart and passed it onto their offspring after them. He had no doubt that Rizalia raised them well and that they grew up into men that he would have been proud of.
"I see..." Tyr responded to Tiwaz's other descendant, the surprise that someone like him existed beginning to die down. "That's probably why I feel like I've heard it before..."
"What is?" Hoenir asked curiously.
"Well... I'm a Koenig too," Tyr explained. "Tyr Koenig..."
Hoenir stared at him blankly for a few seconds. "You're... a Koenig? Who are you descended from?"
Tyr shifted uncomfortably at the question. "Uhh... I don't really know-- Thlayli Koenig," the VictoryGreymon abruptly said with resolution, much to Hoenir's confusion. Little did the EmperorGreymon know, Tiwaz had told Tyr.
"I, uhh, apparently smell like him," Tyr explained, further relaying Tiwaz's evidence for the claim.
The EmperorGreymon continued staring at him and blinked. "Uhh... well then... It's my pleasure to meet you, Tyr. I guess that means we must be cousins, no?"
"Yeah... I'm glad," Tyr said, smiling a bit.
"So what brings you here, Tyr? Have you come to pay your respects to our ancestor?" Hoenir asked.
"Uhh... sort of," Tyr admitted. "We've been travelling the lands and we decided to stop by here."
"Well, as my cousin, you're free to stay here as long as you want! I have room in my house, if you like," the EmperorGreymon offered amiably. He then looked around, wondering why Tyr pluralized. "You say 'we' though, but I don't see anybody else around..."
"Umm... well..." Tyr stammered, realizing his gaff. "What should I do?"
"We'll show him the truth," Tiwaz explained firmly.
"Okay..." Tyr said, taking a few steps away from the nearby statue and its aura of fire. "You might want to stand back, Hoenir..."
"Of Ancient flame, my heart burneth hard. On blade's fine edge, be oneth your guard. To protect my friends, I go all lengths. Fires of old, I embrace your strengths! Ancient Evolution! AncientGreymon!"
Much to the EmperorGreymon's surprise and confusion, Tyr began digivolving... though it wasn't until the new form revealed itself did Hoenir react. From the shimmering light emerged a familiar, goggle-donned AncientGreymon who posed heroically next to Tiwaz's marble representation.
Hoenir gaped in shock to the point that he was almost in a reverie as he gawked at his thought to be dead, goggle-wearing hero of an ancestor. "I... I... How... That's... You're... But..." he stammered as his eye twitched. "You... T-Tiwaz!" Hoenir finally brought himself to take to his knee and bow deeper before Tiwaz than he had ever bowed before. Tiwaz rolled his eyes.
"Oh, show a backbone, won't you?" Tiwaz scolded, looking down at his descendant. "You're a Koenig, for Perun's sake!"
"Sorry, sir!" Hoenir quickly apologized, hopping to his feet.
"'Tiwaz' is fine, Hoenir..." The living, breathing AncientGreymon then turned to his marble counterpart, adjusting his blue goggle on his helmet with his forearm as he did.
"No, no... the snout is all wrong. And my teeth are waaay sharper than this! Hoenir, does the left cannon look smaller than the right one, to you...?"
Last edited by Griff4815; 25th November 2010 at 8:14 PM.
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