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    Default A Digimon Epic: The Gathering of Heroes (PG-13 Tentative)

    Well, this is the first in a long time I've actually written a story and posted it somewhere. Hopefully, I can keep this up and add new chapters soon. If not, I'm sure there's someone out there who'll kick me to get to it (yes, Griff, I'm looking at you right now).

    This is a branch off story from the rps Unholy Crusade (by storymasterb) and then of Devil's Ascent (by Kamotz), though reading through them isn't necessary. This can be a stand alone story and can be understood without having to read all that text. This takes place many many years before the actual beginning of said rps.

    Now, just to be on the safe side (and hanging onto habit):

    Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. However, I do own Fenrir Weissritter, and Griff4815 owns Tiwaz Koenig. Both are our respective characters in the Unholy Crusade Trilogy. The rest of the characters are all co-owned by he and I, excluding the antagonists that will appear later in the story. They're mine.

    Links to Chapters and Acts:
    Prologue - Act 1: The Beginning of a Long Journey a.k.a. "What Am I Getting Myself Into?"
    Prologue - Act 2: The Hermit a.k.a. "Are you crazy!? What am I saying? Of course you're crazy!"
    Prologue - Act 3: Of Legends and Crazy Old Geezers a.k.a. "Fascinating? You call me almost getting burned to death fascinating?!"
    Chapter I - Act 1: The Trembling Earth a.k.a. "My peaches! My delicious peaches! Heavenly sweet but fiendishly left unconsumed! They need me!"
    Chapter I - Act 2: Between Foolishness and Bravery a.k.a. "It's...a pie."
    Chapter I - Act 3: Depths of the Earth a.k.a. "How am I supposed to make you look substandard if you keep on making astonishing feats?"
    Chapter II - Act 1: Explorer Exploring a.k.a. “So who are you and how did you get stuck with crazy over here?”
    Chapter II - Act 2: Feud of the Forest a.k.a. “Are all aged Digimon crazy or am I really that unlucky?"
    Chapter II - Act 3: Terror of the Relic a.k.a. "I did nothing! Ask the flying book!"
    Side Chapter: Mapping Out The Journey a.k.a. "What is this offending ball of wool!?"
    Chapter III - Act 1: A Chilly Reception a.k.a. "Your most sacred duty in life is to eat food?"
    Chapter III - Act 2: An Ocean’s Worth Of Trouble a.k.a. "I’d hit them on the head with my trusty hammer."
    Chapter III - Act 3: Cold War a.k.a. "Maybe there really is a method to his madness…or maybe he’s just plain insane."

    Now, without further ado...


    Before Tiwaz the Valiant, the dauntless salamander, indomitable trailblazer, wyrm of the burning heart, was an impulsive idealist who only wanted to better the world.

    Before Fenrir the Vanguard, the stalwart knight, agile master of the twin claymores, paladin of purifying light, there was a wandering swordsman who only wished to keep to himself.

    Before Cogwej the Knowledgable, the learned sage, intellectual extraordinaire, scholar of steel and knowledge, there was a no-name hermit whose research lost him a life with others.

    Before Pavamana the Adamant, the immovable mountain, hero of the volcanic soul, shifter of earth and ground, there was a blacksmith who knew little outside the walls of his home.

    Before the Taranis the Tenacious, the thundering insect, electrifying man for others, wielder of lightning and thunder, there was an explorer who constantly searched for the unknown.

    Before Odysseus the Cunning, the hidden strategist, adept of tricks and plans, native of the trees and wood, there was a young ninja who yearned for confidence.

    Before Boreas the Loyal, the glacial barrier, guardian of the weak and the strong, warrior of the frozen tundra, there was a barkeeper whose only excitement was through the stories of others.

    Before Tethys the Daring, the lovely mermaid, beauty of the seas, maiden of the everlasting ocean, there was a woman that longed for the thrills of adventure.

    Before Anemoi the Noble, the bringer of justice, mistress of the skies, princess of unrelenting winds, there was a noblewoman trapped behind social bars.

    Before Dämmerung the Elusive, the silent assassin, master of the hidden blade, rogue of the shadows, there was a man who felt restrained by chains of a destiny.

    Before The Great Ten, champions of the Ancient Digimon, masters of the ten elements, champions of ancient history, there was a ragtag group who found strength in one another towards their destiny.

    This is their story. This is their beginning. This is…

    The Gathering of Heroes


    Act. 1: The Beginning of a Long Journey

    Also known as

    “What Am I Getting Myself Into?”

    The day was clear and bright. Clouds were scarce, but despite that, it was not at all warm, especially with the gentle breeze blowing. The morning sun shone brightly down upon the giant form that was the Bakhu Mountain. Capped with snow and gradually transforming into the earthy brown and green of the world, it was a wonder to see. The wind, cooled by the snow of the mountain top, traveled down lazily, caressing would be travelers and climbers. It continued down to the base of the mountain where a grassy plain began and flourished. If one listened closely enough, one would be able to hear the soft whispers of the wind in one’s ear, as if they were trying to tell a secret that can only be shared once.

    However, not everyone can have the luxury of being able to stand and appreciate the scenery.

    “By Buri, how large is this mountain supposed to be!?”

    The loud voice of an EmperorGreymon resounded against the mountain wall beside him, echoing and then traveling past him towards the open, grassy field on his other side. With an annoyed look and impatient gait, the imposing dragon man walked down the dirt path that was supposed to take him to the other side of the mountain.

    Typical of the Greymon of his species, he wore heavy red breastplate with draconic likeness. His shoulders were adorned with large shoulder pads in the form of dragon heads with a horned snout and shield-like frills. Both hands wore large gauntlets in the shape of a more avian dragon with two horns above the eyes. The gauntlets themselves were wide with a blue base that acted like shields. Further below, he wore more draconic armor, the golden knee armor wide and strong. The final dragon-like feature on his armor was his greaves, which had a silver ring circumventing from the front of his foot to behind his ankle.

    He wore the orange helmet of his species, complete with the horn at the snout as well as the steer like horns from the side of his head. Beneath his armor, he had clear blue eyes that relayed the strong and passionate emotions he felt. Setting him apart from others of his species and sitting on the top of his head, over his eyes, however, was a pair of goggles that not only set him apart but also gave him an aura of boldness.

    “Just take the shortcut, he says. It won’t take an hour, he says. Next time I see him, I’ll show him what I think of what he says,” he growled as he stomped on, leaving deep footprints on the ground. “That is the last time I am asking directions ever again, winged explorer or not. I bet the bird-brained idiot can’t even tell between north and south, let alone up or down,” he continued to grumble as he trudged on, looking for any sign that the far end of path was going to show some form of civilization. While he wasn’t able to find one, he did see a pond shaded by the mountain’s wall after turning at the corner of the dirt path.

    “Might as well rest the legs,” he told himself as he quickened his pace to reach the watering hole.

    The EmperorGreymon knelt down beside the pond, putting his hands in them and relishing the coolness of the water. Seeing that the pond was clear and clean, he decided to take a drink of the refreshing water.

    After sufficiently quenching his thirst, he sat against the mountain wall, his trusty broadsword propped up beside him. “Gonna need to be quick if those bandits I hear roaming these parts appear,” he told himself as rested his arm on a bent knee. Just to be sure, he took a look at one side of the dirt path, actually hoping to see scale or hide of something he can take his frustration of being lost out on. After a few minutes of silence, he rolled his eyes, put his hands behind his head and laid them against the mountain wall, disappointed at the lack of enemies to bring to justice.

    He was beginning to find the sounds of the wind blowing down the mountain peaceful and relaxing. It even helped cool down his slightly tired body, passing through the crevices of his armor. He began to close his eyes, feeling the strain of having to walk for so long with little to eat.

    “Maybe,” he started, stifling a yawn. “It won’t be too bad to take a short nap,” he finished his thought as he finally closed his eyes.


    Along that very same path, another traveler was walking with what most people would consider a leisurely place. Yet if one were to look at his face, it would’ve been clear that his mind wasn’t as carefree as his gait.

    The traveler was a Beowolfmon, complete with the golden dual-bladed sword and the Garurumon helmet. The helmet shone under the heavy sun rays, creating shadows through the eyeholes that displayed serious, dark red eyes that looked like they could literally glare daggers. Behind his head, blonde hair fell, blown by the wind.

    His body was adorned by the usual Beowolfmon armor. Three-clawed boots were on his feet along with five-holed armor around his ankles. Adding more support to his legs were dark blue cuisse and leg armor with golden rings. Around his torso, along with light blue suit, was a black leather belt, followed by the light blue breast plate and the spherical shoulder pads.

    On each of his arms was the specialized weaponry that made him a versatile fighter. On his right arm was a wolf-paw gauntlet that covered the upper side of his forearm, acting like a small shield, with a black gloved hand hidden underneath it. On his left was the light blue polygonal rocket launcher, giving him the long-ranged capability that made him a formidable fighter.

    However, his armor was hidden under a worn out cloak that looked like it had suffered through all kinds of weather. It was the proof of a long and tiresome journey that didn’t look like it was going to end anytime soon.

    “Just a little farther,” he muttered to himself, not looking away from the path in front of him. “And then…maybe then,” he trailed off, closing his eyes and stopping for a few seconds.

    He then sighed, shaking his head. He didn’t want to raise his hopes up. He wasn’t going to raise his hopes up. Not anymore. Not for it to only be broken down again…and again…and again. Not this time. His other leads hadn’t gotten him any closer to finding what he had been searching for years. This might turn out the same…

    …but he still had to try.

    The Beowolfmon took a deep breath and exhaled, hoping to breathe out the thoughts in his head that would no doubt bring him a bad mood. He stepped forward once, nodded to himself, and then took another one. He would walk forward no matter what.

    Of course, looking forward also meant looking at the ground in front of him, and the ground in front of him had heavy footprints on them…which meant that someone was ahead of him. The wolf warrior frowned. He didn’t want an audience when he went to do what he sought to do. He raised his head and took a deep sniff of the air, relying on the blood of the Garurumon running through his veins.

    It wasn’t someone he recognized, that much he expected. He was able to identify the scent of a male Greymon, although he wasn’t able to tell much more other than that. He hoped that whoever it was long gone despite the fresh scent; Greymon he met previously have been both hotheaded and difficult to deal with.

    Of course, after a few more meters of walking, the scent only got stronger. The clincher was the faint sound of armor clanging at the corner of the pathway. It wouldn’t have bothered him as much had the sound stopped right about where the turn was.

    The Beowolfmon narrowed his eyes. Whoever it was, he was waiting for him at the bend. Well, he would have to show him that he wasn’t that easy to sneak up on.


    Back to the resting dragon, he was actually enjoying his relaxing time. He didn’t need to sleep; he only needed to rest his eyes and body and let the sounds of nature do everything for him. Only, the sounds of nature didn’t normally include footsteps.

    He began to hear footsteps coming from the corner that he had previously came from. He opened and narrowed his eyes and stood up as silently as he could, grabbing the hilt of his Dragon Soul Sword and standing close to the edge of the corner, sticking against the wall. Judging from the number of footsteps, he deduced that it was a single person.

    If this guy’s one of those bandits, then maybe I can get him to tell me where their hideout is,’ he thought to himself. ‘Maybe this little detour isn’t so worthless after all,’ he added to himself as he readied a hand to grab whoever would come from the corner. At the sight of something appearing, he quickly reached out his hand to seize the stranger.

    “What the?” he said, realizing that what he was holding wasn’t a person but a cloak. And quicker than he could react, another hand came from the corner and grabbed his wrist, pulling him away from the corner. The EmperorGreymon used the momentum of the pull to free himself from the hold and jump away, readying his sword.

    He found himself facing a blue-armored man, whose armaments had distinct features that likened him to a Garurumon. He also found that the newcomer also carried a sword with him, albeit a peculiar one that had two parallel golden blades with a single hilt.

    “A Beowolfmon, huh?” the EmperorGreymon said as he studied the other warrior. “I always wanted to beat one of you.”

    The Beowolfmon narrowed his eyes, but didn’t reply.

    “What? Gatomon got your to- woah!”

    The dragon wasn’t able to finish his sentence since the Beowolfmon decided that moment to attack. Stepping back to absorb the blow, the EmperorGreymon was barely able to block the double-bladed sword with his own, locking the two sword-wielders into a blade lock He grit his teeth; he didn’t think that the wolf warrior would be that fast.

    Digging his feet into the ground, he pushed his blade forward, grinning when he realized that while the Beowolfmon was faster on his feet, he had the advantage when it came to strength. He was rewarded with the Beowolfmon having to step backwards, although he didn’t look like he was worried in the least. Giving another forceful push, the EmperorGreymon couldn’t help but say, “You picked the wrong guy to fight with, buddy.”

    “You talk too much,” the Beowolfmon finally said with a deep, calm tone. And then he stepped quickly to the side, sliding their swords as the dragon man began to fall forward due to how much force he put behind his pushing. Watching as the dragon man stumbled forward to keep himself from kissing the ground, he added, “And I am not your buddy.”

    Regaining his balance, the dragon man turned with his expression alight with a grin. “So you can talk, mutt. And here I thought you were so scared that you couldn’t speak!”

    Without waiting for a reply, he put his hand in front of him, palm facing upwards. “Now, I’ll show you something good!” he announced, his eyes sparking red. “Ignite!

    At his word, a ball of fire suddenly appeared over his hand. The Beowolfmon had to step back in surprise; as far as he knew, no EmperorGreymon could do that. At the very least, no normal EmperorGreymon could. The dragon man grinned.

    “Surprised, huh? How about when I do this?” he said, tossing the ball of flame in the air, readying his blade behind him. As the sphere fell downwards, his eyes sparked, and he swung his broadsword to cut right through it.

    As the Dragon Soul Sword started to slash downwards, the ball of fire took the form of a gargantuan blade of fire that was heading right towards the Beowolfmon.

    The wolf warrior cursed and quickly jumped out of the way, barely escaping as the large fire blade sundered and singed the ground all the way from where he had jumped from to the front of the EmperorGreymon.

    The Beowulfmon, seeing that the EmperorGreymon recharging after his attack, dashed towards him. Stopping right in front of him, he thrust his blades right at the dragon man’s chest. Fuelled by adrenaline, the EmperorGreymon quickly raised his shield-like gauntlet, and the blades slid across it before shooting right at the dragon man’s side at the cost of a long scratch across the hand armor.

    Of course, he couldn’t exactly stop the rocket launcher that was aimed right at him at point blank. “Cleansing Light!” the Beowolfmon shouted at the top of his lungs as the EmperorGreymon was blown away. The recoil forced the wolf warrior, however, to get knocked backwards as well, although he was able to land on his feet, unlike the EmperorGreymon, who landed on his back.

    “Party tricks aren’t going to help you,” the Beowulfmon told the recovering dragon man.

    Growling, the EmperorGreymon stood back up and stabbed his weapon into the ground. “Time to rely on the tried and true,” he told himself as he stood at full height.

    With a loud yell, he ran towards the wolf warrior, dragging the tip of the Dragon Soul Sword along the ground, creating a deep groove. The Beowolfmon readied his blade to make it easier for him to dodge or deflect. His opponent surprised him, however, when he slashed upwards just a foot earlier than he thought he would. As the EmperorGreymon’s sword swung upwards, the Beowolfmon was given a shower of dust and dirt, forcing him to shield his eyes.

    Squinting, he saw that the dragon man had raised the broadsword up above his head, and the wolf warrior jumped to the side, avoiding getting cut into half when the EmperorGreymon cleaved the ground he was just standing on into two.

    Rolling into a crouching position, the Beowolfmon his other arm pointed straight at the dragon man. “Cleansing Light!” he yelled out as light gathered briefly at the end before firing straight from his hand launcher towards the EmperorGreymon. Unable to get away in time, the dragon Digimon found himself getting struck by the light missile, getting himself thrown back by the blast into the mountain wall.

    The Beowolfmon stood up, waiting for the smoke that his missile created to disperse, when the EmperorGreymon’s voice rang loud and clear. “Dragonfire Crossbow!”

    With only that as a short warning, the Beowolfmon was able to bring his weapon up in time to block the blazing beam attack that pierced right through the smoke screen. The force of the beam proved too strong for him to hold off completely, however, and a few seconds later, his blade slipped and the beam blasted his chest, sending him flying and landing on his back.

    “Heh, you’re not bad for a lowly bandit,” the EmperorGreymon said as the smoke finally scattered and he walked through.

    “Bandit?” the Beowolfmon said, standing up with a raised eyebrow. He lowered his weapon slightly, though still poised to defend himself.

    “What? Don’t like that?” the EmperorGreymon asked as he charged, sword brandishing. “How about thief? Marauder? Outlaw? I think mutt suits you better, though!” he said as he sent slashes and stabs at the wolf warrior.

    The Beowolfmon narrowed his eyes, evading and parrying each attack with finesse and agility. “I am not a-“

    “Heard it before, mutt! You’re not gonna get out of this- what the!?”

    The Beowolfmon caught the EmperorGreymon’s sword between the two blades, and though the wolf man staggered slightly when the blade struck the hilt, he stood readily and trapped the Dragon Soul Sword to keep the goggled Greymon from retracting his weapon. With a growl of effort, he turned his weapon to the size and wrenched the broadsword from the dragon man’s grip, quickly flipping it over his shoulder. The blade clanged against his armor before flying over and embedding itself in the ground behind him. And then while the EmperorGreymon was still surprised by his tactic, the Beowolfmon hastily pointed his weapon straight at his neck.

    Regaining his senses again, the EmperorGreymon glared at his opponent with a bit of respect in his eyes…although he would never readily admit it. “What, you think I don’t know how to fight without my sword? I’ll tell you right now that my fists are just as-“

    “Shut up already,” the Beowolfmon interrupted him, breathing heavily. “Before I change my mind about what I’m going to do,” he added as he took deep breath.

    The EmperorGreymon raised his eyebrow and was about to ask what he was talking about when the wolf man suddenly dropped his weapon as it landed between the two swordsmen, harmlessly landing on the grassy ground.

    “What are you trying to pull?” the EmperorGreymon asked, eyeing the Beowolfmon suspiciously.

    “I’m not a bandit. Or a mutt,” he added when the dragon man opened his mouth, which he suspected was to suggest the offensive title

    “How do I know this isn’t a trick?” With folded arms, the gogglehead didn’t let his gaze to stray away.

    Rolling his eyes, the Beowolfmon bent down to pick up his weapon – with the EmperorGreymon bracing himself for the trick to finally appear – and then started to walk away from him. Blinking, the dragon man stared at him.

    “…That’s it?”


    “H-hey, hold on a second! GET BACK HERE, MUTT!”


    “So, you really aren’t one of those bandits that have been roaming around Mt.Bakhu?” the EmperorGreymon asked once again, his weapon sheathed behind him.

    “What do you think?” the Beowolfmon beside him replied, his own weapon sheathed and wearing a cloak that still looked like it could do its job despite its worn out appearance. He didn’t return the EmperorGreymon’s look and only stared at the path in front of him.

    “You made it easy to decide since you attacked me out of nowhere,” the EmperorGreymon said with a defensive tone.

    “Says the one that hid behind the corner with his weapon drawn,” the Beowolfmon retorted.

    “It could easily have been one of those troublemakers!” he replied, narrowing his eyes and challenging the Beowolfmon.

    “Why are you following me?” the Beowolfmon asked, deciding not to continue the discussion lest they get into another fight.

    “I was heading this way. It’s not my fault you decided to go through here,” the EmperorGreymon said, rolling his eyes. “It’s not like you having something to hide. After all, you’re not a bandit, right?” he taunted.

    “Look,” the Beowolfmon started, looking at him with an open mouth, pausing.

    “Tiwaz. Tiwaz Koenig. Knight-errant and living nightmare of unlawful curs,” the EmperorGreymon introduced himself with a proud air. He pushed out his chest and walked with his back straight, a large grin behind his helmet.

    “Look, Tiwaz, this path leads to a dead end,” he started as his stride got longer, hoping to sound just as dismissing as he felt. “Just turn back now before you waste not only your time but mine.”

    “Then why are you going there?” Tiwaz asked curiously, speeding up to keep from getting left behind.

    For a few seconds, the Beowolfmon stayed silent. And then with a sigh, he said, “There’s a house that a hermit lives in. I need to speak with him,” he informed the EmperorGreymon.

    “About what?”

    This time, the Beowolfmon steeled himself. “That’s none of your business.”

    “Come on! Maybe it’s something I can help with,” Tiwaz said energetically.

    “Definitely n-“

    “Great!” Tiwaz cut him off. “It’s decided then! I’ll make sure that we get you to that hermit’s house safely and then bring you to the closest town so that you don’t have to lift a finger!”

    “What are you-“

    “I saw how much effort it took you to get my sword from my grip. I bet you don’t have a lot of stamina. What’ll you do if you get mobbed by those marauders? Me? I could just sweep ‘em all away with a single swing!”

    “Will you list-“

    “First thing’s first,” Tiwaz cut him short, walking ahead of him. “What’s your name?” he asked, stopping in front of the wolf man, hands on his hips and with his eyes smiling.

    The Beowolfmon stared at him incredulously. And then with a grunt of irritation, he closed his eyes, ducked his head and pressed his fingers against his forehead. When he looked back up at the EmperorGreymon, who was still all smiles, he sighed and shook his head.

    “Fenrir Weissritter,” he introduced himself, folding his arms.

    “Fenrir, huh?” Tiwaz said. “Well, then, since we’ve got names out of the way, come on then. We’re wasting daylight!” he said, turning away and then walking down the path in earnest.

    Fenrir stared at the dragon man disbelievingly. He looked up to the sky with a questioning look. “What did I get myself into?” he asked, getting the feeling that his meeting with the EmperorGreymon was going to lead to all sorts of trouble in his life.

    “Hurry up, slow poke! I thought you Garurumon were supposed to be quick on your feet!”

    “Don’t make me regret not knocking you out when I had the chance,” Fenrir muttered under his breath at the dragon man who was already many feet ahead of him.
    Last edited by Tundra_Wolfmane; 16th April 2013 at 2:51 AM.
    There are stories made from the imagination. There are stories born from experience.
    There are stories told because of a need to be filled. There are stories that simply need to be told.
    This is one of them.

    “Maybe there really is a method to his madness…or maybe he’s just plain insane."
    Chapter 3: Act III is out and posted!

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    Well since I beta read this there's not a whole lot for me to comment on.

    The description and use of words were all pretty fluent and good. The fight scene was well executed. I'm looking forward to the part with this mysterious hermit. xD

    I am quite curious as to what Fenrir is searching for exactly. As for Tiwaz, aside from the few things I mentioned in the beta, you're handling his personality and speech patterns pretty well, so good job there. If you ever need a reference, Bigwig from Watership Down is a great fit, speech-wise. xD Hmm... would it be arrogant to say I found him amusing? =P

    Hmm... I may have missed this earlier.

    “Hurry up, slow poke! I thought you Garurumon were supposed to be quick on their feet!”
    Should it be "on your feet"? I'm not entirely sure if that's wrong or not.

    I don't think there's any other problems. Like you said, it's a bit short, but it's a prologue so that's okay. Anyways, I'm looking forward to the next chapter. You can count on me to nag you if you end up getting lazy. =P
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    I am quite curious as to what Fenrir is searching for exactly. As for Tiwaz, aside from the few things I mentioned in the beta, you're handling his personality and speech patterns pretty well, so good job there. If you ever need a reference, Bigwig from Watership Down is a great fit, speech-wise. xD Hmm... would it be arrogant to say I found him amusing? =P
    In due time. And considering it's a character you meant to be amusing, then, no, not really. And I'll keep that in mind.

    Maybe I'll bring in a rabbit character just to see how Tiwaz'll squirm. xD

    Should it be "on your feet"? I'm not entirely sure if that's wrong or not.
    ...I thought I caught all of these already. *headdesks*

    I don't think there's any other problems. Like you said, it's a bit short, but it's a prologue so that's okay. Anyways, I'm looking forward to the next chapter.
    Nice, it's short, but that's to be expected with a prologue.
    Ugh, I knew it was short. >.< I just hope it won't stay that way. Some of the Acts I planned out aren't that eventful, so I might try to see if I can expand on those sooner or later. Length seems to be one of the main differences with me when it comes to multi-chapters and oneshots.

    You can count on me to nag you if you end up getting lazy. =P
    Please. xD

    My suggestion as this goes further on is to keep the perspective limited to either Fenrir or Tiwaz so we get a simple perspective of the story. Though you may already be planning this, in which case...good.
    I'll probably come off as semi-omniscient in this story since that's how I'm used to writing stories. I don't plan on making things too complicated to understand, though, and once the characters are together, I'm not gonna suddenly be switching it from Tiwaz's POV, backtrack, and then have Fenrir's POV of the very same situation. That sounds detrimental and redundant to me, actually. Anyways, I'll try to do what you're asking.

    Have you talked with Griff as to when this takes place in terms of the timeline of this world's history?
    Yeah, I have. It should be around an estimated 800 years before the Milleniummon event. It's not that much of a big deal for me when, though, so if that's any problem, then just inform us. Not that it'll actually appear in the story, though.
    Last edited by Tundra_Wolfmane; 27th April 2011 at 5:29 AM.
    There are stories made from the imagination. There are stories born from experience.
    There are stories told because of a need to be filled. There are stories that simply need to be told.
    This is one of them.

    “Maybe there really is a method to his madness…or maybe he’s just plain insane."
    Chapter 3: Act III is out and posted!

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    Nice, it's short, but that's to be expected with a prologue. My suggestion as this goes further on is to keep the perspective limited to either Fenrir or Tiwaz so we get a simple perspective of the story. Though you may already be planning this, in which case...good.

    Have you talked with Griff as to when this takes place in terms of the timeline of this world's history?

    Choose your world. Choose your side.

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    Love the Digimon Fanfic. I'm writing my own series of Digimon atm. It's gonna be the sequel to Digimon Tamers.
    Pokémon Sun Team
    Rowlet Cutiefly Formantis Mimikyu Mudsbray Sandshrew-Alola

    Pokémon Moon Team
    Popplio Grubbin Rockruff Bewear Wimpod Vulpix-Alola

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    Act. 2: The Hermit

    Also Known As

    “Are you crazy!? What am I asking? Of course you’re crazy!”

    “How much further is this house you told me about? We’ve been walking for hours,” Tiwaz announced as he once again spotted yet another corner that would most likely to lead to more of no where.

    The pathway they treaded on had begun to rise along the mountain wall. The path grew wider, giving the two more than ample space between the wall and the edge of the cliff. The grassy field at their side, slowly but surely, had turned into a drop that was gradually getting higher the farther they went. With the growing altitude came the cooler temperature and the stronger wind, but that did nothing to cool down the tempers of the two travelers.

    “It’s only been one hour and half,” Fenrir informed the EmperorGreymon in front of him.

    Within that time, he had already decided that Tiwaz was especially more impatient compared with normal Greymon. He kept on speeding up, stopping to look at him, yelling at him to walk faster, walk at the Beowulfmon’s pace, and then repeating the first step in a never ending circle. The only thing that changed with every cycle was Fenrir’s growing irritation with the EmperorGreymon.

    “And we could have reached the house by then if you walked faster!” Tiwaz told him, folding his arms and looking annoyed at the Beowolfmon.

    Fenrir grit his teeth and returned his look. “I didn’t ask you to come with me,” he told him. “Feel free to go on ahead and get lost again.”

    “I did not get lost! Some stupid bird just gave me wrong directions,” Tiwaz huffed as he glanced at the side.

    “Or maybe you’re too stupid to figure out simple directions,” Fenrir muttered to himself as he passed the other Digimon.

    “What did you say?” Tiwaz asked lowly, his eyes narrowing as he glared at the wolf man.

    Fenrir stopped and clenched his fists. “I knew it was a bad idea to let you come with me,” he said, making sure that Tiwaz heard him.

    “Well, sorry for trying to help!” Tiwaz retorted heatedly, boring holes at the back of Fenrir’s head with his gaze.

    “That’s all you ever do, isn’t it?” Fenrir spat back, not bothering to look at the dragon man behind him. “Try to help when people don’t need it, let alone even want it.”

    “Why don’t you say that in front of my face, mutt,” Tiwaz challenged him, walking so that he was just a foot behind the Beowolfmon. His hands were clenched tight, head was ducked, and his eyes were narrowed dangerously at him. “Then we’ll see what you-“

    “You want to know what I see?” Fenrir interrupted him, turning around with his own glare. “I see an arrogant, hotheaded, impatient, hero-wannabe, lizard who doesn’t know how to keep his meddlesome hands to himself.”

    “That’s a whole lot better than being a no respecting, judgmental, thinks-he-knows-it-all, socially inept, snow-as-snails, mongrel!”

    The Beowolfmon narrowed his eyes. “You don’t even know me,” he told the EmperorGreymon.

    “Well, isn’t this the pot calling the kettle black,” Tiwaz retorted, stepping up so that they were almost toe to toe.

    “I know enough to understand that we are not going to get along, so why don’t you just save both of us valuable time and go back right now,” Fenrir told him, not backing down.

    “Maybe I will!”

    “Then go!”



    “What are you waiting for?” Fenrir asked, with his eyes narrowed.

    “For you to get out of my face!” Tiwaz said, his patience finally lost in a sea of indignation towards the wolf in front of him. Before he even had time to think about it, he had already placed his hands in front of him to shove the Beowolfmon away.

    Stumbling backwards and just barely keeping himself from falling, Fenrir looked at Tiwaz with an astonished gaze. He took a deep breath and hardened his gaze. If Tiwaz were looking close enough, he would have seen the faint veil of light that surrounded the Beowolfmon, or he might have decided it was only the bright light of the sun shining over them.

    “You…should not have done that,” Fenrir told the EmperorGreymon in a dangerously monotone voice, his fists clenching and unclenching alternatively. He just about had enough with the dragon man.

    “Like you’ll do anything about it, you pansy,” Tiwaz said, folding his arms. He let out a smirk. “See? You’re not even going to defend yourself!” he said, seeing the Beowulfmon take his weapon and embed it into the ground. He then unbuckled his rocket launcher from his left arm, letting it drop with a loud thump on the ground beside him. To the dragon man, that meant that Fenrir was conceding.

    Oh, how wrong he was.

    “I don’t need my sword to do this,” Fenrir then told him, taking a fighting stance.

    Tiwaz’s smile dropped, and his expression turned into a disbelieving one. “You really think you can beat me in a fist fight? Just look at those arms of yours – they’re scrawny!” he taunted, unfolding his arms. Then another grin on his face appeared. “But if you’re so willing to get your ass handed to you by yours truly, then go ahead! I’m going to enjoy putting you in your place!”

    “I’m not the one who’s going to be put in his place,” Fenrir replied, agilely dashing towards Tiwaz and burying his gauntleted right fist into Tiwaz’s torso, right at the area where his armor didn’t cover him. The dragon man doubled over, unable to control the reflex after being struck right in his solar plexus. He did, however, see that Fenrir was readying yet another punch, and he was able to raise a hand to catch it right before it intercepted with his face.

    “Didn’t hurt,” Tiwaz lied through his teeth, and he returned the Beowolfmon’s attack with his own open-handed strike at Fenrir’s gut, causing the Beowolfmon to let out a grunt. And then with a roar of effort, the dragon man straightened his body, bringing Fenrir airborne and then back into the ground behind him with a slam.

    Wincing at the pain, Fenrir’s back met the ground with a loud thud, the back of his head painfully meeting the ground. Were it not for his helmet, he might have ended with more than just a bump.

    “Had enough?” Tiwaz asked over him, smugly folding his arms.

    Not yet,” Fenrir replied, reaching out to grab Tiwaz’s ankle. With surprising strength that Tiwaz had not expected, the wolf man was able to pull his leg from under him, causing him to meet the same fate that Fenrir had, albeit in a less painful way.

    “How’s that for scrawny arms?” Fenrir asked, suddenly kneeling over Tiwaz’s chest. He then grabbed the horn on Tiwaz’s maw and pulled his head up, and then without warning, used the flat of his palm to smack his nose and force the dragon man’s head to slam back into the ground. His helmet kept any major injury from being caused, but the hard metal and ringing of steel was enough to make the dragon man grimace.

    “Get – off - me!” Tiwaz growled, grabbing Fenrir’s arms. He pulled his legs up and then pushed them up, effectively tossing Fenrir over his head.

    Fenrir landed with a roll that sent him facing the mountain wall. Shaking his head to regain his senses, he sat up. He then opened his eyes when he heard a yell that promised a lot of pain.

    Deciding to act as quick as possible, he lay back again and then brought his legs above, using the momentum to get into back handspring. Landing on his feet, he was able to see Tiwaz’s aerial form jumping in the air, his two fists acting like a hammer and smashing the ground, creating cracks on the rocky floor.

    Fenrir dashed towards him as Tiwaz caught his breath. He jumped into the air to execute a jump kick that landed on Tiwaz’s crossed arms, which the dragon man had been able to bring up just in the nick of time. Landing back on the ground, Fenrir performed an axe kick that Tiwaz blocked with the use of his gauntlet, making the foot slide against it to the side. However, Fenrir quickly followed it with a side kick at his torso that slammed the EmperorGreymon into the side of the wall. Seeing that Tiwaz was still recovering, Fenrir begun to spin around once, and then he leapt into the air, sending a roundhouse kick at Tiwaz’s face.

    “Not again, mutt!” Tiwaz told him. Instead of making contact, Fenrir’s foot was caught by Tiwaz, who used the wall to support his back. With Fenrir still in the air, Tiwaz threw him to the side.

    The Beowolfmon once again met the ground with a thud, though he was able to bring himself to a stand quick enough to properly bring his gaze back onto his foe. Said foe was breathing hard and regaining energy, glaring at the wolf warrior.

    Then with a roar, the EmperorGreymon then charged, fist raised in the air. Readying himself, Fenrir stepped backwards to brace himself. He then felt the stepping of his foot give way, and it was only then that he remembered that he and Tiwaz were fighting on a pathway with a side that led straight down.

    Fenrir stumbled backwards and before Tiwaz’s eyes, his foot, then his leg, his body, and finally his head vanished under the edge of the path. “H-hey! We’re not done here!” Tiwaz called out, his rage suddenly disappearing. The EmperorGreymon continued his run until he was at the edge of the cliff, and then he looked down.

    “Hey, mutt! You okay?” he asked, getting on his knees. After a second, he spotted the Beowolfmon against the cliff face, a hand gripping tightly against a hole in the stony wall. He wasn’t that far from the edge, but it was far enough that it looked like his free arm wouldn’t be able to reach it.

    Fenrir looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. If his eyes could speak, they’d have said, ‘What do you think?

    “Right, stupid question,” Tiwaz said, looking around to see if there was anything he could use to pull the other Digimon up. Finding nothing, Tiwaz then lay down against the cliff face and stretched his arm at the other Digimon. “Quick,” he told Fenrir.

    Fenrir, however, narrowed his eyes, and then he started to look around him, searching for a place to help him up.

    “What are you doing? Are you deaf!? Grab my hand!” Tiwaz ordered, his expression incredulous. Instead of complying, Fenrir continued his search. “Look! Get your stubborn, proud head, along with that meter long stick, out of your ass before you take a shortcut to the center of the earth!”

    At his words, Fenrir turned back at him, his eyes hard as steel and dark with barely concealed fury. “I am not going to accept help from someone that doesn’t know how to give respect,” Fenrir told him before returning to the task at hand. If he only had his sword, he’d be able to pull himself up.

    “What are-“ Tiwaz started, before yelling in exasperation. If he had hair, he might have already started pulling at it. “I don’t like you even if your fighting skills are better than your people skills, but I am not going to be responsible for you or your ugly mug dying! So just take the damn hand!

    The Beowolfmon turned back to him, an eyebrow raised. On one hand, he was sorely tempted to make a scathing retort, and on the other, he was certain that he heard a compliment in that insult. After a few seconds, however, to Tiwaz surprise, Fenrir grasped his hand tightly.

    “You better not drop me,” Fenrir warned him as he began to pull himself up with Tiwaz’s help.

    A few minutes later, both Digimon were sitting side by side, across the cliff face, leaning against the mountain wall, and panting heavily. Other than the sound of their breathing and the blowing wind, there was an awkward silence between them.

    Beside Tiwaz, Fenrir finally breathed a hard breath. He then stood up, looking down the pathway. “Let’s get going,” he said, acting as if the fight and his almost fall just moments ago hadn’t happened at all.

    Tiwaz looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “Wait, what?” he asked, pulling himself up.

    “We’re wasting travel time,” Fenrir told him as he started walking, much to Tiwaz’s chagrin.

    “You mean to tell me that-“

    “I appreciate what you did for me,” Fenrir cut him off, his head slightly turned towards his shoulder. Tiwaz looked at him with stunned silence.

    “Now, we should get going before nightfall,” the Beowolfmon continued, putting an emphasis on the second word. “These paths are much more dangerous at night, especially when it would be hard to see the edge of the path when it’s dark.”

    Tiwaz grinned a smug grin. “I knew you’d see it my way, sooner or later!” he said, hands on his hips.

    Out of his view, Fenrir rolled his eyes. “Don’t push your luck. Now come on,” he told him as he started walking again.


    Another hour had passed. Unlike the previous house before their fight, their walk was relatively uneventful, with Tiwaz being decidedly less impatient and eager to get moving, although it seemed like he was putting a lot of effort into staying at least a few feet in front of Fenrir.

    Some things can’t be helped,’ Fenrir supposed as he turned his head to look at the view.

    The pathway had turned in a way that allowed him the view of the west where the sun had already begun to set. The sky had begun to paint itself with the colors of the setting ball of fire: deep red, soft orange, soothing purple, soft pink. The clouds themselves took darker colors that contrasted pleasantly with the pastel hues of the sky. It looked like a masterpiece painting done by an artisan expert among experts.

    “It’s beautiful, Remus.”

    Fenrir halted in shock. He looked around wildly, searching for the origin of the voice.

    “Something wrong?” Tiwaz asked, who had turned to him when the sound of his footsteps had ceased. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”

    “I,” Fenrir started, turning to him with an unfocused gaze. “I thought I... Did you hear a voice?” he asked, looking nervous.

    Tiwaz raised an eyebrow. “What the hell are you talking about? There’s no one here but us!”

    Fenrir scrutinized him, trying to see if the dragon man was kidding, and then he shook his head. Tiwaz would have no reason to do so, especially not in the situation they were in. The Beowolfmon closed his eyes and shook his head, pressing a palm against the side of his head.

    “Well?” Tiwaz asked, regaining his attention.

    “It’s nothing important. I’m just…tired,” Fenrir lied, turning back to him looking calm. “The destination should be close by now. We should hurry up.” Without waiting for a reply, Fenrir passed Tiwaz and continued walking down the path at a hastier pace.

    He’s hiding something,’ Tiwaz thought as he stared at the Beowolfmon, boring holes in the wolf man’s back as if the truth would spill if he looked hard enough. It took him a moment to realize that Fenrir was already leaving behind, and he ran to catch up with him, yelling for him to wait up.

    The duo quietly continued on, with Tiwaz frequently glancing at the Beowolfmon and Fenrir ignoring said glances and not looking away from the path in front of him. It was obvious that he didn’t want to fill the silence between them with any conversation. Tiwaz would have picked up on it even if he were blind; it was as if Fenrir was surrounded by a bubble that was meant to keep everyone else from approaching him.

    Tiwaz rolled his eyes. Well, he knew that the Beowolfmon certainly wasn’t someone who would actively, or even passively, seek out the presence of others. He would definitely need to remedy that.

    Minutes later, Tiwaz began to get eager and impatient again. With the comfortable silence gone and replaced with a tense atmosphere generated by Fenrir’s passive-aggressive aura, he had begun to feel the need to move and act and get things done faster. At the sight of the next corner, he opened his mouth to ask if they were going to arrive any time soon.

    “Open the damn door!”

    Tiwaz blinked. That was not what he was going to say. That wasn’t even his voice.

    He turned to Fenrir, who turned to give him the same suspicious look. They both heard it. That was good. He wasn’t going crazy. The EmperorGreymon the nodded at him, and simultaneously, both jogged until they were both at the edge of the corner.

    Fenrir, who had reached there first, stuck close to the wall. He leaned over and peeked over the corner to see what was going on. He stifled a grunt when Tiwaz suddenly pushed against him to get a better look, and he grit his teeth to keep himself from barking at him to get back.

    Much to Tiwaz’ relief, they had finally reached their destination. The corner had turned into a wide spaced area that was surrounded by the high walls of the mountain, and in the center of the area was a hut. The building itself didn’t look all that large. It was made with wood that seemed to be sturdier than it looked, and it had a gray brick chimney that was vigorously blowing white smoke into the sky (Tiwaz would later growl at himself for not noticing it sooner). The house had two windows visible from the front, though those were peculiarly boarded up. The front door looked to be made from the same wood as the rest of the house. There was a sign in front of it that had the white letters of the words “I don’t have any money or food, so don’t come knocking unless you’re here to offer me some!” messily painted on it. Perhaps the biggest oddity of the house was the various, glowing drawings and lines on different places on it.

    What drew the duo’s attention more, however, was the imposing group of twelve standing in front of the house. Fenrir narrowed his eyes, trying to identify them. He could easily recognize seven of them: four Ogremon and three BlueMeramon. Three more looked like darker versions of Monzaemon, a species that he had already met before. He assumed that meant they were WaruMonzaemon. At the very front of their group were two scythe-wielding ghost-like Digimon, one of which was decidedly made of steel rather than of any ghastly essence, a MetalPhantomon and a Phantomon.

    Fenrir cursed. This was a whole lot more of an audience than he’d have liked…though whether these were the average kind of crowd was a question in itself. And then he remembered.

    “The bandits!” Tiwaz whispered harshly behind him. “It’s got to be them! We’ve gotta-“

    “Shush!” Fenrir said, putting a hand in front of the Greymon. “I’m listening,” he told the dragon man, who only narrowed his eyes.

    Back at the house, the MetalPhantomon was banging his fist against the door. “I said, open up, you old geezer!” he ordered with his steely, raspy voice. “Before I break this door down!”

    “Ha!” a muffled voice said. Fenrir couldn’t hear quite properly, but the voice was loud enough that he could roughly make out the words. “Like an ignorant science display of a skeleton like you can even break down this door! You’re better off being used to identify the partitions of a bipedal humanoid body in an education facility! Oh wait, you’re not even competent enough for that; you don’t have any legs!”

    “Why, I oughta!” the MetalPhantomon growled, his clenched fist shaking in front of him in anger. “Heinrich!” he called out, still glaring at the door.

    The Phantomon behind suddenly flinched and, in surprise, threw his scythe in the air. Realizing this, Heinrich flailed, trying to place himself where the scythe would land so that he could catch it, while the Digimon behind him scrambled as not to be the unfortunate target. When the bladed weapon came down, the Phantomon was easily able to catch it, showing his expertise.

    “Heinrich! Are you listening!?” the MetalPhantomon yelled, turning over his shoulder to look at the other Phantomon.

    “Yes, brother Dietrich,” the other ghost Digimon replied with an eager nod.

    “For a thousandth time, it’s boss, not brother!” the MetalPhantomon exclaimed, pointing his own energy scythe at the Phantomon.

    “Y-yes! Of course, boss!” the MetalPhantomon’s younger brother amended quickly. “What do you want me do to?”

    “You study magic, didn’t you? Well, do something about this blasted old man’s runes!” Dietrich ordered, gesturing to the glowing runes all over the house.

    “I can’t!” the Heinrich said, cringing when the older brother glowered at him. “T-the book we stole d-doesn’t say anything a-about barriers. And e-even if it did, I d-don’t even know how t-to use magic,” he tried to explain, floating backwards and away from the seething MetalPhantomon.

    “And even if you did, you wouldn’t even be potent enough to go against this kind of magic! It’s the good, ancient stuff! So why don’t you just go along and haunt some ancient manse on top of a dreary old mountain instead of my home!” the voice behind the door once more pitched in.

    “Graaaagh! Shut up, old man! Soul Predator!” the MetalPhantomon yelled, swinging his scythe three times, the energy blade crackling as three violent waves at the house.

    The attack sped towards the house, but as it connected, the runes shone brighter, blinding those outside unlucky enough to look hard. A yellow field of energy appeared around the house, absorbing the impact of the attack, and sizzled as it forced the waves to dissipate. Then it disappeared, and the runes returned to their normal glow.

    “See? I told you so!” the voice declared. “Now shoo! Fly away! Stop bothering me!”

    Enraged, the MetalPhantomon screamed bloody murder and raised his plasma arms and weapon in the air and flailed madly. If he had legs, he would have been stomping the ground until cracks formed underneath.

    “I’ve just about had it with you! Your barrier can’t last forever! Not when it has to deal with a nonstop assault of attacks!” Dietrich said, slamming the end of his scythe into the ground. “Okay, boys! Get ready to give it all you’ve got! We’re gonna break down this house if it’s the last thing we ever do!”

    The bandits behind him gave a cheer of gusto as they all readied their attacks. Ogremon raised their clubs, Warumonzaemon prepared corrupt, dark energy hearts, BlueMeramon charged their flames, and Heinrich brandished his scythe.

    Behind them and still in hiding, Tiwaz was gripping Fenrir’s shoulder tightly. “We got to go! Now!” he whispered heatedly in Fenrir’s ear.

    “We can’t just charge in there,” Fenrir replied calmly, looking around.

    “Yes, we can! If we don’t, that house might break down, barrier or no barrier!”

    “We need a plan! Going in there unprepared will only increase the risk of-“

    “Who dares, wins! Just follow my lead!” Tiwaz suddenly said, suddenly rushing past Fenrir, who looked at him incredulously.

    The MetalPhantomon nodded at his bandits, seeing each of them were ready to fire off their most powerful attacks. Dietrich grinned madly as he pointed his scythe at the house. “Ready? A-“

    Dragon Fire Crossbow!”

    Right in the center of their group, the flaming attack exploded. Ogremon and WaruMonzaemon were blown away, the BlueMeramon, being flame-based Digimon, and the two ghostly brothers enduring the shockwave that threatened to slam them into the ground.

    “What in all of damndest hell now!?” the Dietrich yelled, turning at the newcomer.

    “Um, ‘damndest’ isn’t a word,” Heinrich told him, and then cringed back when the MetalPhantomon gazed upon him with enraged eyes.

    “Well!?” Dietrich continued, glaring daggers at the EmperorGreymon that had dared attack he and his bandits. “What do you want, you overgrown lizard!?”

    “That’s mister overgrown dragon to you, bonehead,” Tiwaz retorted, lowering his weapon to survey the damage he had done. He hadn’t done much. He had created a small, blackened crater, and apart from a lot of bruises and some minor injuries, all of the bandits were still up and raring to fight. “And I’m here to stop you guys from making a big mistake,” he answered, brandishing his blade.

    “Will the number of idiots and pests today never cease to increase!?” the MetalPhantomon roared, his clenched fists shaking.

    “Who are you calling an idiot!?” Tiwaz asked, narrowing his eyes.

    “I don’t see anyone else in front of me that is stupid enough to attack a group that outnumbers him one to eleven.”

    “One to- what the!?” Tiwaz said, turning behind him. He didn’t see Fenrir at all, and he had expected the Beowolfmon to follow him when he went a’charging. He grit his teeth. “That stupid, cowardly mongrel!” he yelled.

    The EmperorGreymon turned back to them, his eyes narrowed and his weapon ready. “I don’t need him! I can handle all of you lowlifes myself!” he declared.

    With his brother beside him, the MetalPhantomon went at the front of the group, carrying his scythe in both hands. “You’re not gonna last long, lizard. BlueMeramon, with me!” he called out as the trio of flame Digimon stepped forward. “Heinrich, lead the WaruMonzaemon and Ogremon and handle the house. I’m gonna teach the lizard what happens to those that try to meddle in my business.”

    “I-I would, b-but-“

    “What now!?” he demanded, looking over his shoulder. His question was answered when he spotted two of the Ogremon bandits he recruited dissipating into data that was blown away by the wind. Both club wielding Digimon both looked like they had gone through a shredder. “The hell!?”

    And then he was treated to the sight of a flash of light zooming past the last two Ogremon, both of which getting the same treated the same and consequently experiencing the same death as its brethren with a scream.

    “No! Grywald! Havelch!” the MetalPhantomon proclaimed, turning back. “Show yourself, bastard!”

    “Very well,” a voice familiar to Tiwaz said before missiles of light crashed into the ground in front of the hut, exploding and causing Heinrich and the WaruMonzaemon to retreat until they were back to back with Deitrich and the BlueMeramon. Smoke billowed from the attacks and was blown away, revealing the wolf man that appeared.

    “I knew you weren’t going to leave me hanging!” Tiwaz called out to Fenrir, a grin behind hid helmet.

    “Don’t assume I did this for your sake,” Fenrir replied to the dragon man, his gaze on the bandits between them. “They’re much easier to deal with when attacked from the front and back.”

    “You’ll pay for that!” Dietrich called out, raising his scythe in the air. “Soul Predator!” he yelled, firing off the waves of energy at the Beowolfmon.

    Like the shooting of a racing pistol, his attack signaled the onset of battle, Tiwaz charging with a war cry whilst Fenrir dashed towards the oncoming attacks aimed at him. The Beowolfmon evaded, jumped and sidestepped before any of the attacks could connect. He then took out the Beo Sabre, swing it upwards to lock his weapon with Dietrich’s energy scythe.

    “I’ll kill you,” the MetalPhantomon declared, his hateful eyes glaring at the Beowolfmon that stared back emotionlessly.

    “Unlikely,” Fenrir replied, angling his sword and putting enough power in a swing to force the MetalPhantomon backwards. Then he spun around, driving his blades into the ground and then back up, sending dirt and rock into the eyes of two WaruMonzaemon that were about to stab his back with their claws. Then he continued his turn, using the momentum he gained from his spin to slam his weapon with the energy scythe that was about to cut into him.

    Once more in a weapon lock, he raised his rocket launcher towards the recovering Digimon behind him. The weapon started to create mechanized sounds as light gathered at the tip of the barrel. “Cleansing Light,” Fenrir said, not looking away from the enemy in front of him.

    The projectiles fired and landed right at the center of one of the WaruMonzaemon, obliterating the stuffed toy in a blast and sending the other flying towards another evil bear-like Digimon and knocking both of them into the ground.

    “Gragh!” the MetalPhantomon roared, putting much more force onto his weapon.

    Fenrir narrowed his eyes, and he was about to slide the weapon off and attack once more, but he decided to jump backwards instead when he spotted in his peripheral vision. The MetalPhantomon quickly did the same before a blast of flame swept past him.

    “Watch it!” Fenrir yelled at the EmperorGreymon that had been evading, enduring and duking it out with the trio of BlueMeramon.

    “Why don’t you watch yourself better?” Tiwaz retorted as he swung his Dragon Soul Sword at one of them, seeing Fenrir return to his duel with the MetalPhantomon at the side of his vision. “Stop jumping around, you damn walking campfire!” he yelled out loud as the BlueMeramon dodged his weapon.

    Behind the EmperorGreymon, the other two BlueMeramon were gathering blazing spheres of fire in their hands. “Cold Flame!” they yelled in unison, firing the freezing flame at him.

    Tiwaz spun into a three sixty spin, his sword outstretched into a horizontal slash that cut both spheres in half. A second later, the spheres flared, completely surrounding Tiwaz in a blue, blazing hot fire.

    The two BlueMeramon grinned in triumph. That is, before it was wiped away by the sight of the red-eyed EmperorGreymon walking right out of the fire, covered head to toe by their very own azure flames and looking very much like an enflamed demonic dragon straight out of their nightmares.

    “You call this a flame?” Tiwaz growled, his imposing figure approaching the two BlueMeramon who were paralyzed by fear. They had never seen anyone do that with their own flames. “I’ve walked through infernos ten times hotter than this and back without getting a single burn on me!” he enlightened them as he suddenly charged towards them.

    With a roar, he swung his flame-coated sword at one of them, knocking it away, and then he slammed the end of his hilt into the gut of the other one, causing the fire Digimon to double over before a flaming uppercut sent it flying into the air. He then grabbed his weapon with both hands, the blue fire around him gathering in a large blaze at the blade of the Dragon Soul sword, though he himself was still covered in it.

    Hurricane Flame!” he yelled out, pointing the weapon at the airborne BlueMeramon.

    As he did so, the fire around his weapon blazed, turning into a flaming tornado that flew towards its target before crashing into its center, trapping the flame Digimon within the spinning inferno. Then with a roar, Tiwaz swung the blade once more, bringing the burning hurricane with it. He swept the flame across the field in front of him, catching the other two BlueMeramon and the remaining WaruMonzaemon in the hurricane’s snare, before causing it to crash loudly against the wall of the mountain in a large explosion that not only decimated two of the BlueMeramon and one of the WaruMonzaemon and severely damage the other two, but also rocked the whole mountain.

    Though Fenrir was able to ignore Tiwaz’s display of raw power, needing to focus on the MetalPhantomon in front of him, he wasn’t able ignore the small quake that Tiwaz created and tripped backwards while he blocked a slash from Dietrich, who did not have Fenrir’s problem due to his ability to levitate.

    He landed on his back when the quake ended. He shook his head quickly and looked up, finding himself about to get impaled by the metallic ghost Digimon’s scythe. He quickly rolled to the side as the energy blade embedded itself deeply into the ground, and he quickly stood up while Dietrich recovered his weapon. He readied his blade to slash at the other Digimon before the scythe-wielder could react, but then the MetalPhantomon opened his mouth wide.

    Grave Scream!” Dietrich wailed as his voice amplified itself to ear-shattering levels. To Fenrir, who had enhanced hearing and was in proximity with the MetalPhantomon, it was like blunt-edged daggers being driven into his ears. He dropped the Beo Sabre and fell to his knees, pressing his hands against the sides of his head.

    Dietrich ended his wail, but the aftereffects on Fenrir caused him to be as vulnerable as a newborn baby. “I always knew that having really good hearing was a bad thing,” Deitrich said, raising his scythe in the air to deal the finishing blow. “Di-gwaaah!”

    The MetalPhantomon felt something blast his side, though it wasn’t strong enough to knock him away. It was a big enough irritation, however, that he turned towards the direction it came from, and he saw Tiwaz pointing his Dragon Soul Sword at him.

    The EmperorGreymon was no longer clad in blue fire, though his eyes still held the bright red shine. At the tip of his weapon, a ball of blue fire hovered, fluctuating and blazing wildly. “Get away from the mutt, you bag of bones,” Tiwaz ordered.

    Deitrich, however, wasn’t listening to him and instead looked at the unconscious Meramon and Ogremon, lower forms of the henchmen that he had left, behind the dragon man. His rage grew.

    “You! What have you done with my men!? Soul Predator!” he screeched at the top of his voice, sending a larger wave of energy at him. With a yell of his own, Tiwaz fired the blue fireball. The sphere collided with the wave in an explosion that caused dust and smoke to get kicked up, although it quickly settled back onto the ground.

    Dietrich eyed Tiwaz with hate-filled glare, and then with a yell, he dashed towards the dragon man. In the next second, he was then pulled back, his cloak suddenly at his neck and restricting him from moving forward. “What the-“ he started, turning to his back, only for the side of his face to suddenly meet with a cold surface.

    “That hurt,” Fenrir said, his free hand gripping tightly around the MetalPhantomon’s billowing cloak while his rocket-launcher mounted arm was pressing against the ghost Digimon’s head. Down the side of his face, one could see a trail of blood running down. “Cleansing Light!”

    With a blast, the MetalPhantomon was sent flying, his weapon flying and his cloak ripping where the Beowolfmon held it. He crashed into the ground, creating a deep trench as he skidded to a stop. Deitrich didn’t move, but his body didn’t phase or disperse the way it would when he would’ve died. Fenrir stared at the ghost Digimon on the ground.

    “Hey, Fenrir!” Tiwaz called, running over to the wolf man. “You’re bleedi- where’re you going!?”

    Fenrir had begun to approach the MetalPhantomon, retrieving his Beo Sabre along the way, and then he stood right over him. He gave the unconscious Digimon an expressionless gaze as he raised his weapon, aimed to stab him where his digicore would be.

    “Stop right there, Fenrir,” Tiwaz ordered behind him. “We did it. We won already. We don’t need to kill him,” he said, his voice slightly tinged with the tone of a warning.

    “We can’t allow him to survive. He’s dangerous,” Fenrir replied, though he didn’t make a single move.

    “So are we,” Tiwaz retorted.

    Fenrir didn’t reply. Instead, a tense silence had begun fall upon them. Fenrir grit his teeth, and then he said, “Sometimes people can’t afford to be merciful.” He readied his weapon to thrust downwards.

    Tiwaz was about to grab the wolf man by the shoulder, but he knew he wouldn’t be fast enough to stop the Beowolfmon in time. And then he saw a blur dash at the side and stop right where Fenrir’s blade was about to pierce through. Although startled, Fenrir was barely able to stop himself in time, the tips of his weapon just an inch away from a Phantomon’s face.

    It was Heinrich. It was then that both Fenrir and Tiwaz realized that they hadn’t seen cloth or hide of the Phantomon during the battle, which meant that the ghost Digimon had hidden somewhere during all the fighting and only now came out.

    Don’t kill him!” Heinrich pleaded, placing himself right between Fenrir and the MetalPhantomon. “P-please, don’t k-kill my b-big b-brother. Please! I-I’ll do a-anything! P-please!” he begged. His whole body was shaking madly in fear, but he didn’t move from the spot that walled the killing weapon from his the MetalPhantomon.

    Fenrir stared at him. And for a few seconds of silence, they stayed that way. Heinrich then flinched, sensing the Beowolfmon move. Only…he felt nothing. No piercing pain, no agonizing injury. He opened his eyes, seeing the Beowolfmon walking away and walking towards the hut.

    “Hey, kid!”

    Heinrich flinched once more at Tiwaz’s voice, before he turned to the EmperorGreymon with fearful eyes. “Y-yes?”

    “Get yourself and your buddies out of here before the mongrel changes his mind,” Tiwaz told him.

    “I-I will!” Heinrich said, spinning around as his cloak suddenly spread out and covered his brother’s body. The runes inside the cloak suddenly glowed brightly, and the MetalPhantomon suddenly disappeared, much to Tiwaz’s surprise.

    “How did…?”

    “M-my cloak is m-magical. I-it allows m-me to t-travel through d-different spatial dimensions,” Heinrich explained as he quickly went to the two remaining henchmen and did the same to them. He then turned to Tiwaz. “Thank you for showing us mercy!” he said thankfully as his cloak started to surround him before he, too, disappeared.

    “Magic, eh?” Tiwaz said as he turned to Fenrir, who was now standing in front of the hut. “Hey, Fenrir!” he called out, jogging towards the Beowolfmon.

    The wolf man didn’t bother a reply and instead looked at the hut with observant eyes. He looked at the boarded windows and the runes, trying to see if the occupant inside was visible through any of the many holes and crevices the hut had.

    “So, the guy you’re looking for is in here, eh?” Tiwaz asked, putting his hands on hips. He then noticed the sign in front of the door. “What kind of guy asks for food from his visitors? Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?”

    “He’s in there,” Fenrir then told the EmprorGreymon, ignoring what he said. “I heard him.”

    Tiwaz eyed him. “You did?”

    Fenrir nodded, not looking away from the hut. “I know you’re inside the building. Please open your door. We mean you no harm,” he said, watching and listening for any reaction. “I only want to ask you something.”


    “Come on, be grateful! We just saved your house!” Tiwaz tried, looking around.

    More silence.

    “Damn, and we went through all that trouble,” the dragon man muttered, folding his arms in a huff.

    “We should try-“ Fenrir said, but he stopped when his eyes caught motion from above.

    “Try wh-…I must have used a lot more energy than I thought if I’m hallucinating,” Tiwaz said, blinking in disbelief at the object that was currently hovering right over them. “Is that what I think it is?”

    “It’s a book,” Fenrir enlightened the dragon man, though he was just as surprised by the situation as well.

    The levitating object, indeed, was a leather bound book that looked to be of average size. The side that was facing them had words and lettering that neither Digimon recognized. The surface looked worn and used, though it amazingly didn’t have any tears.

    “Maybe we should- gwah!” Tiwaz yelled in surprise, about to touch the floating object right before it suddenly doubled in size. “It grew!” he said, grabbing the hilt of his weapon.

    Fenrir did the same, jumping away when it grew once more. The book continued to grow larger and larger right in front of their eyes. In a matter of seconds, the book had grown exponentially, reaching a size that looked only to be a little larger than Tiwaz. Then it started to fly around, alternating between hovering over Tiwaz and Fenrir, before finally settling over the Beowolfmon.

    “I…don’t think you should be standing there, Fenrir,” Tiwaz said, his body tense.

    Before Fenrir could reply, the book suddenly opened, showing Fenrir the pages it held and the undecipherable lettering that it contained. Before he could try to even understand, however, the book suddenly shot down and closed around him, slamming loudly as the Beowolfmon’s body disappeared within the book’s pages.

    “Fenrir!” Tiwaz yelled wielding his weapon. “By Buri! Who would’ve thought we’d run into a man-eating manuscript here of all places!?”

    He then tensed up when the book faced him ominously. “Oh, no, you’re not! There is absolute no way that I’m dying because some old tome decided to turn me into dinner! So spit the mutt back out before I cut you into tiny pieces and burn you into ashes!” he commanded, charging towards the tome. He then tried to brake, his steps skidding, as the book once more opened its covers towards him. He was too slow to stop, however, and he soon followed Fenrir’s fate of being eaten by the large book as it slammed around him as well.

    The book then started to float back up, shrinking back to its normal size as it did so. It started to hover erratically, zooming around the house, before it finally reached the top of the chimney where it flew down, leaving no trace of the two Digimon that it had trapped within its confines.


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    There are stories made from the imagination. There are stories born from experience.
    There are stories told because of a need to be filled. There are stories that simply need to be told.
    This is one of them.

    “Maybe there really is a method to his madness…or maybe he’s just plain insane."
    Chapter 3: Act III is out and posted!

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    An Agumon pulled himself up from the grassy ground he laid on. He squinted and pulled his hand to put it over his eyes, shielding them from the bright rays of the sun that shone down on the green hill that he was on.

    “Drazion? Is that you?” the young dinosaur Digimon called out as he spotted the figure of a draconic creature running towards him.

    “Mhm. Who else would run here calling your name?” the Dracomon named Drazion replied, plopping down on ground beside the orange dinosaur.

    “You never know. Maybe somebody was looking for us and needed our help or something.,” Tiwaz replied with a smile on his face.

    “Maybe sometime in the future. Right now, we’re kinda still, you know, kids,” Drazion told him with a sheepish expression.

    “So? I saved you when you were getting bullied, and I was still a kid back then too,” Tiwaz retorted with a smile. Drazion returned it with his own smile, remembering the day that he had met the headstrong but goodhearted Agumon.

    “And look at us now! We’re the best of buds!” Tiwaz declared, lying back down with his arms above his head. He let out a sigh of content and then closed his eyes. “And in just a few more years, we’re going to get a whole lot stronger and join the military. Then we’ll really start to do the world a lot more good.”

    “Yeah,” the Dracomon replied, looking over at the view that the grassy hill allowed him of the small village that he and his friend lived in. After a few moments of silence, however, he turned over to look at his friend.

    “Tiwaz…?” he tried. He then got an exasperated look on his face. “Oh, come on! Don’t go day dreaming on me again!” Drazion said, going to stand over the Agumon. “Tiwaz!” he said, straining the last syllable.

    “Tiwaz, wake up already before the guy starts undressing you.”

    Tiwaz’s eyes shot open. “Before who what!?” he asked out loud. The EmperorGreymon blinked. That wasn’t Drazion’s voice. He turned his head to where the voice came from, seeing Fenrir leaning against a wooden wall.

    “Fenrir?” he called out, blinking. He had been dreaming. He frowned through the veil of sleep that had temporarily covered him. “What happened. The last thing I remember is…something I’d rather not remember at all.”

    “Well, that’s fine and dandy, but if you could please take off your heavier-than-a-knocked-out-Minotarumon-on-steroids armor so I can finally study your body in extra better detail, I’d extremely be in your debt,” a voice beside his head suddenly spoke. “And plus points if you have any runes under there!”

    Tiwaz quickly jerked his head to face the source of the voice. And then he found himself facing a pair of brightly glowing yellow eyes surrounded by complete darkness and staring at him as if he were a frog on a dissecting table.

    “Good morning!” the pair of eyes said.

    Tiwaz blinked. And then he did the most sensible thing that came to his head. He shouted at the top of his lungs.

    The EmperorGreymon quickly rolled his body from the eyes in an attempt to get away as fast as possible. It was only then that he realized that over his chest was a sheet of cloth, which his arms and legs got trapped in. His next realization was that he was on a bed. A really small bed. A really small bed that he was now rolling off of. And still shouting, he landed on the wooden floor with a loud thud, finding himself cocooned in the sheet of cloth that he rolled himself in.

    Watching him, Fenrir shook his head and pressed a hand against his forehead.

    “Hm. You don’t look like the singing and dancing type, but if you like it that much, then go right ahead,” the owner of the yellow eyes said from out of Tiwaz’s vision. “Though it would be a much more logical idea if you performed it standing on your feet, don’t you think? Or is this a new type of melodious vocalization that has somehow slinked from under my nose?”

    Tiwaz growled, struggling to get himself out. “Can I get some help here!?” he asked Fenrir.

    The Beowolfmon sighed but walked over to the EmperorGreymon and started helping him out of the mess that he had gotten himself in. “Better?” Fenrir asked, standing back up.

    “Just peachy,” Tiwaz replied, pulling himself up.

    “Oh, you have peaches on you?” the voice once again sounded, and this time, Tiwaz prepared himself and looked at the source. He blinked when he saw the cloaked owner of the voice: a Wisemon.

    “I do love peaches! Succulent and deliciously sweet, I can practically taste them in my mouth right now,” the Wisemon told Tiwaz with obvious glee. “I’d happily let you keep your armor if you’ll give me some,” the cloaked Digimon said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

    The EmperorGreymon grimaced. “No, I don’t have any peaches,” he said, folding his arms. “And that doesn’t mean I’m going to strip my armor off for you, so don’t even think about it, you damned pervert.”

    “Who are you calling a pervert?” the Wisemon asked, obviously affronted as he too folded his arms. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you to respect your elders?”

    “Elder? Ha!” Tiwaz exclaimed, a bemused expression on his face. “I’m old enough to have great great grandchildren if I had started,” he told the Wisemon in all seriousness, gaining Fenrir’s attention, although the Beowolfmon stayed silent. The hermit, however, wasn’t fazed in the least.

    “Is that all?” the Wisemon asked, his eyes narrowed. He then pointed at himself with his thumb. “I’m so long-lived that I’ve forgotten my own moniker!”

    Tiwaz’s jaw dropped while the Wisemon had the gall to look smug as he folded his arms. The EmperorGreymon turned to Fenrir, his eyes questioning. Without a word, Fenrir gave him a nod, his own eyes telling Tiwaz just how serious he was, and the dragon man turned back to the Wisemon.

    “Right…then,” he said, still recovering from shock. “Uh, hey, Fen, we should get going, right? We still got to find that hermit of yours, right?”

    “That’s him,” Fenrir deadpanned, causing Tiwaz to turn to him with an astounded expression.

    “You…you’re joking,” Tiwaz started, turning from Fenrir, to the Wisemon, and then back to Fenrir, whose expression was completely serious. “This crazy old geezer is the person you’ve been looking to ask something to!?” he asked in shock. “Please tell me that you only came here to ask how he got this insane!”

    “You break into song right after waking up, and you call me crazy and insane?” the Wisemon retorted, giving the dragon man the evil eye.

    “I was not singing!” Tiwaz rectified, narrowing his eyes at the other Digimon.

    “Right, you weren’t singing,” the Wisemon then said. “You were shrieking so horribly that your deadful voice probably brought about an alp of ice to break into tiny pieces! It’s a good thing this dwelling lost the windows years ago, or they’d probably on the floor and in fragments by now!”

    Tiwaz roared, bringing his hands to the top of his head in ire as he glared heatedly at the Wisemon. “I. Was. Not. Singing! And this coming from a guy that tried to strip me while I was unconscious! You’re not only crazy, you’re a perverted degenerate that needs to be brought to justice!”

    “Oh please, you are as attractive to me as an argosy of abhorrent moribund fink!”

    Tiwaz’s eye twitched. He might not have understood half of what he said, but he knew well enough that it was an insult. An imaginative one, but an insult nonetheless.

    “The only rationale your body interests me is due to your capacity to generate and manipulate conflagration – fire, for the ignoramus in the room – in rather pertinent ability far beyond the normal KingGreymon,” the Wisemon explained.

    Tiwaz’s eye twitched. “It’s EmperorGreymon. And that’s all you want to know?” Tiwaz asked, seriously wanting to hit the Wisemon. “Well, here’s your answer: I’m a god of fire. Happy now?” Tiwaz said, turning to Fenrir, who was looking at him wide eyes. “We better leave right now before I wring this nuisance’s neck,” Tiwaz told the Beowolfmon.

    “A…god?” the Wisemon repeated, strangely unaffected by what Tiwaz had called him. When the dragon man turned back to the cloaked Digimon, he was surprised – and slightly unsettled – by the mystified glow in his eyes. “You’re a god! Goodness gracious, I have a celestial being in my house!” the Wisemon said, suddenly grabbing Tiwaz’s wrist and then pulling him over to a stool, which he was forced to sit down on.

    “What do you think you’re doing!?” Tiwaz growled as the Wisemon dashed off towards a nearby wooden desk and came back with a notebook and a pen in his hand.

    Ignoring the EmperorGreymon’s question, the Wisemon sat on a chair opposite Tiwaz’s and looked back at him with an excited gaze. “Is it true that as a god, you’re born from the elements of nature rather from two biological parents?” he asked with anticipation.

    “What- why would I-“

    “Or perhaps you were given your godly powers from someone of higher authority? Perhaps someone like Odin?”

    “You don’t know what you’re ta-“

    “Can you change genders at will?”

    “What the he-“

    “Do you choose the realm of godliness that you reign over or is it priorly decided before godhood?”

    Tiwaz’s eye began to twitch as the Wisemon kept asking more and more words, not letting him say a single thing in between. And then he brought his hands to where his ears were.

    SHUT UP!” Tiwaz ordered at the top of his voice, effectively silencing the Wisemon in mid-sentence. “You’re giving me a headache,” Tiwaz added before he lowered back his arms.

    “Touchy, touchy. The only thing I did was inquire about the specifics and intricacies of a god,” the demon man Digimon said. “Now, if we can please continue-“

    “No way,” Tiwaz interrupted, standing and walking over to Fenrir at a quick pace. “Come on, Fenrir, we’re leaving right now.”

    “What? No! You still haven’t answered my questions!” the Wisemon proclaimed. “You have to! For the sake of science!”

    “Like I care,” Tiwaz said over his shoulder before turning back to the Beowolfmon. “Let’s go!” he said, grabbing Fen’s arm to bring him over to the door.

    “No,” Fenrir replied, roughly pulling his arm from out of Tiwaz’s grip. “I’m staying.”

    “You’re what!?” Tiwaz asked in amazement. “What would make anyone decide to do that!? Tiwaz inquired, pointing a finger at the Wisemon. “Or maybe you haven’t asked your question yet? Well do it already!”

    “I’ve already asked him,” Fenrir replied, his face as emotionless as his voice was monotone.

    “And you’re still planning on hanging out with this guy? Are you mad!?”

    “I still need his services,” Fenrir told Tiwaz, daring the dragon man to believe what he just accused him of. “And he needs mine,” Fenrir finished.

    “What in blazes for!?”

    “The Beofoxmon-“

    Wolf,” Tiwaz corrected, his patience once again dwindling.

    “- volunteered to help me with an expedition that is of the utmost importance,” the Wisemon continued, walking over with the calmest expression that Tiwaz had seen yet. He didn’t trust it one bit and was ready to bolt if the Wisemon was going to grab him again. “And I’m going to need all the help I can acquire. I had wished to ask you of the same thing, actually” he said, closing his eyes.

    Skeptically, Tiwaz folded his arms. On one hand, he didn’t want anything to do with the Wisemon. On the other, while he had his doubts, he couldn’t ignore that this quest of his might be extremely crucial, especially since the serious Fenrir was actually going to help the Wisemon voluntarily. And then there was the chance that the strange Digimon was somehow able to control Fenrir in some way and making him do things he didn’t want to do, and if so, he needed to save the Beowolfmon.

    And then he pressed a palm against his forehead. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but let’s say I do go with you, what does this expedition of yours entail?”

    “Wonderful!” the Wisemon said, rushing over to his desk again.

    “This does not mean I’m actually agreeing with this!” Tiwaz told him, and he felt irked that the Wisemon seemed to be ignoring him. He turned to Fenrir. “I hope this isn’t some meaningless goose chase,” he told the Beowolfmon.

    “You can’t imagine,” Fenrir told him, causing Tiwaz’ eyebrow to rise. The wolf man didn’t offer him any other information, however.

    Instead, Fenrir’s eyes widened, and he quickly moved out of the way. Against his better judgment, Tiwaz turned back to where the Wisemon had run into…only for something looked to be a marble ball slam into his chest rather painfully. He gave an oof as his back met with the wall, and he looked to where the object had come from. He was met with the sight that was only less odder than being eaten by a man-sized book.

    The Wisemon had brought out the two spheres that his species were known to have, and he had his own arms inside them. He momentarily wondered how the cloaked Digimon was able to do that before his eyes widened once more as the Wisemon took his arm out of the orange sphere, his hand holding a rather sharp looking dagger, and then threw it over his shoulder with a shake of his head. Tiwaz quickly ducked, the blade embedding itself on the wall he had his back against.

    “Are you crazy!? What am I asking? Of course you’re crazy!” he declared standing up, only for his jaw to drop when the Wisemon, with obvious effort, pulled out a mini-fridge from the red sphere. The piece of machinery then flew out of the Wisemon’s hand as soon as it exited the orb…heading right towards the dragon man.

    With a yell, Tiwaz jumped out of the way, the machine landing loudly on the wooden floor where it created a hole that it embedded itself in. Breathing heavily and lying flat against the ground, Tiwaz looked at the object that almost crushed him, seeing it open up to show that it was empty.

    “Need a hand?” Fenrir’s voice said as a hand appeared in front of Tiwaz’s face.

    “N-no. I can get up by myself, thank you very much,” Tiwaz grumbled as he stood up, patting his armor to dust away the dirt that had gotten on him when he fell on the ground for the second time.

    “Ah ha! I found it!” the Wisemon’s voice suddenly said with enthusiasm. He turned to them, his eyes twinkling, a brown bag completely covered in white, glowing symbols in his hand. “Come here, you two; I have something to show you!” he said, walking over to his desk. Tiwaz frowned apprehensively, but followed Fenrir when the Beowolfmon walked over.

    “Are these it?” Fenrir asked, stopping beside the Wisemon.

    “They are inside the bag as you think,” the Wisemon said, placing the object on the table carefully. Both Tiwaz and Fenrir could see the outlines of different objects on the surface of the bag.

    “What exactly do you mean by ‘they’, old man?” Tiwaz asked, his interest piqued.

    “These are…the Spirits of the Ten Elements,” the Wisemon answered, his tone as if he were talking about something reverent. He let go of the opening of the bag, letting it fall down. It fell precisely in a way that the rims fell around the objects inside.

    And suddenly, the room was covered in bright red, yellow and blue light.
    Last edited by Tundra_Wolfmane; 6th May 2011 at 5:05 PM.
    There are stories made from the imagination. There are stories born from experience.
    There are stories told because of a need to be filled. There are stories that simply need to be told.
    This is one of them.

    “Maybe there really is a method to his madness…or maybe he’s just plain insane."
    Chapter 3: Act III is out and posted!

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    A nice new chapter. I'm definitely getting a better sense of who these two characters are and what they're like. Their characterizations are quite in-line with how they've been portrayed in the RPGs.

    What I'm not too fond of, however, is Tiwaz himself. I think you might be going a little overboard with the "hotheaded, arrogant Greymon" stereotype. He seems very much a caricature of himself, and also seems (at least to me) entirely unlikeable. I could see the Wisemon hanging out with him because he's kinda crazy, but Fenrir is just a bit too rational and level-headed to stay around someone who he's so infuriated with and hardly even knows. If Fenrir himself were a little more eccentric in some regard, or had a prior relationship with Tiwaz that would explain why he was so forgiving of Tiwaz's sheer un-likeability it might be a little bit more understandable. But as of now, I can't imagine for the life of me why he's still hanging around him.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Kamotz View Post
    A nice new chapter. I'm definitely getting a better sense of who these two characters are and what they're like. Their characterizations are quite in-line with how they've been portrayed in the RPGs.
    I’m both pleased and a bit disappointed with myself at that. While they’re roughly the same in terms of persona, there are some differences I’d like to highlight. There’s a huge span between this and the rpg, and people can change during that time. Fenrir, especially, although since I don’t give him a lot of limelight in the rpg, although his base personality should be similar with how I have him now.

    Quote Originally Posted by Kamotz View Post
    What I'm not too fond of, however, is Tiwaz himself. I think you might be going a little overboard with the "hotheaded, arrogant Greymon" stereotype. He seems very much a caricature of himself, and also seems (at least to me) entirely unlikeable
    Ah, right. Griff tells me that I may be overdoing the arrogant part and need to tone it down. I haven’t got his personality right to a T yet, so to speak. Though as far as I can tell, Tiwaz really is hotheaded, at least when he’s not in battle (or so I’m told). And he’ll eventually break out of the stereotype, I hope. He has good points to him; they’re just not as obvious when he is around someone that’s his complete opposite (ie Fenrir). He'll come off as someone more likable when I get some of the other characters in.

    And in his defense, the Wisemon could probably break just about anyone’s restraint.

    Quote Originally Posted by Kamotz View Post
    I could see the Wisemon hanging out with him because he's kinda crazy,
    You don’t know how happy I am that he came off that way! xD

    Quote Originally Posted by Kamotz View Post
    but Fenrir is just a bit too rational and level-headed to stay around someone who he's so infuriated with and hardly even knows. If Fenrir himself were a little more eccentric in some regard, or had a prior relationship with Tiwaz that would explain why he was so forgiving of Tiwaz's sheer un-likeability it might be a little bit more understandable. But as of now, I can't imagine for the life of me why he's still hanging around him.
    Well, Fenrir has his reasons. The first time he allowed Tiwaz to go with him was because of Tiwaz’s persistence and since he didn’t know the dragon that well. And then the second time, it’d be kind of…ungrateful to send the one that saved your life away. By the end of this act, Fenrir decided to go with the Wisemon, not necessarily with Tiwaz. Why he decided to will be revealed later in the story, but he is determined on helping the Wisemon with his task. That doesn't mean that he and Tiwaz are going to be on best terms or even friends. For now. He and Tiwaz are going to butt heads a lot as the story progresses.

    And besides, Fenrir has his own storied past with infuriating people.
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    There are stories told because of a need to be filled. There are stories that simply need to be told.
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    “Maybe there really is a method to his madness…or maybe he’s just plain insane."
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    “I’ve just about had it with you! You’re barrier can’t last forever! Not when it has to deal with a nonstop assault of attacks!” Deitrich said, slamming the end of his scythe into the ground. “Okay, boys! Get ready to give it all you’ve got! We’re gonna break down this house if it’s the last thing we ever do!”
    It should be "Your" and "Dietrich".

    That was a fun chapter. Both of the fight scenes were written smoothly. I'm still having a bit of trouble picturing the scenary though, but I'm not sure if that's just my fault.

    As for Tiwaz, I agree on the arrogance thing, as I've said. As for his hotheadedness... that depends on which definition of the word it is. Tiwaz's impulsiveness seems fine, but he seems a bit too touchy at times. Apart from that, he seems fine.

    Fenrir does seem colder to me here than he does in UC/DA. And I wonder who Remus is...

    And the Wisemon is as every bit as crazy as you told me he was. =P He seems like he should be in Back to the Future.

    All in all, I really enjoyed reading it. The description was good and so was the characterization. The ending was a bit abrupt, it seemed, but there was a cliffhanger. I'm looking forward to the next one.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Griff4815 View Post
    It should be "Your" and "Dietrich".
    I hate it when those are caught in the last minute. >.< Fixed.

    Quote Originally Posted by Griff4815 View Post
    I'm still having a bit of trouble picturing the scenary though, but I'm not sure if that's just my fault.
    And here I thought my forte in writing was my describing ability. I'll need to work on that then.

    Quote Originally Posted by Griff4815 View Post
    As for Tiwaz, I agree on the arrogance thing, as I've said. As for his hotheadedness... that depends on which definition of the word it is. Tiwaz's impulsiveness seems fine, but he seems a bit too touchy at times. Apart from that, he seems fine.
    Yes, yes, I'll try to get him less barky and easily angered. Like I said, he will be more so when I introduce the other characters.

    Quote Originally Posted by Griff4815 View Post
    Fenrir does seem colder to me here than he does in UC/DA. And I wonder who Remus is...
    In due time. -w-

    Quote Originally Posted by Griff4815 View Post
    And the Wisemon is as every bit as crazy as you told me he was. =P He seems like he should be in Back to the Future.
    I have no idea what Back to the Future has anything to do with this. But if that means he's exceptionally crazy, then sure, okay. xD You have to know that there is a method to the Wisemon's madness. Maybe. Hopefully.

    Quote Originally Posted by Griff4815 View Post
    All in all, I really enjoyed reading it. The description was good and so was the characterization. The ending was a bit abrupt, it seemed, but there was a cliffhanger. I'm looking forward to the next one.
    You're confusing me; am I good at describing or not? >.<

    And I like cliffhangers. Hate them when they're done to me, but it keeps interest and keeps you guessing. Most of time.
    There are stories made from the imagination. There are stories born from experience.
    There are stories told because of a need to be filled. There are stories that simply need to be told.
    This is one of them.

    “Maybe there really is a method to his madness…or maybe he’s just plain insane."
    Chapter 3: Act III is out and posted!

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    You're confusing me; am I good at describing or not? >.<
    You are, I'm just having trouble picturing the mountain/mountain path they're on.
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    Well, that was a good chapter.

    And you get bonus points for not killing off Heinrich like I assumed you would do. My favourite characters mostly always end up getting killed. I can't help but feel sorry for the two brothers though. I'm almost rooting for Dietrich, even though Tiwaz, Fenrir and Cog are the protagonists. xD

    Let's see, the description was quite good in that chapter, especially with the artifacts. I could clearly imagine what they looked like, so good job there. Keep it up. The characterization was also quite good, with even the supporting characters becoming deeper (something which I'm fond of.)

    For the most part, Tiwaz was better this time around. Keep on sticking to him being less overly animated, while still being enough for him to be involved in more comedic scenes. Striking a balance between over-the-top and too serious can be tough. But yeah, anything else here would just be rehashing what was said already.

    It was also pretty amusing. The suggestive interaction (as interpreted by Cog) between Tiwaz and Fenrir was fun. xD I know you haven't watched Doctor Who, but Cog kinda reminds me of the Tenth Doctor a bit.

    Hmm... what else? The plot you're forming is looking to be quite interesting. I'm excited for the next Act/chapter and I'm curious to see what the Spirit of Earth does. And I'm sure Tiwaz and Fenrir's rivalry will escalate too. I'm having quite a bit of fun with this. (And it's only going to make it harder for me when I have to write my short story...)

    Anyways, I'm just rambling now. That was good. Review end.
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    I'll agree with what Griff has already said and not repeat too much. Props for deepening the antagonists and for the interesting and characterizing dialogue. We get a few hints of some sense of urgency (someone/thing) has a bone to pick with Cog. I had a problem with some of the names; Heinrich and Dietrich (and Faize to a lesser extent) all have similar structures and it gets a bit confusing.

    I think right now the biggest issue I have is that I'm sympathizing more with Deitrich (the MetalPhantomon, right?) than I am with Fenrir or Tiwaz. Having a sense of mystery in Fenrir's motives is good, but you're three chapters in and there's still not real mention of his reasons for venturing out.

    Choose your world. Choose your side.

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    And you get bonus points for not killing off Heinrich like I assumed you would do. My favourite characters mostly always end up getting killed. I can't help but feel sorry for the two brothers though. I'm almost rooting for Dietrich, even though Tiwaz, Fenrir and Cog are the protagonists. xD
    Props for deepening the antagonists and for the interesting and characterizing dialogue. We get a few hints of some sense of urgency (someone/thing) has a bone to pick with Cog.

    I think right now the biggest issue I have is that I'm sympathizing more with Dietrich* (the MetalPhantomon, right?) than I am with Fenrir or Tiwaz
    I can't tell whether that's a good or bad thing, to be honest. Dietrich'll be appearing again, and so will Heinrich, but my antagonists will always have their own agendas and motives. Not all of them believe what they are doing is evil, and truth be told, not all are evil or self-serving in origin. I can't make you like them any less than I can make people like Tiwaz and Fenrir more. I'll show more to the lovable duo later on.

    Having a sense of mystery in Fenrir's motives is good, but you're three chapters in and there's still not real mention of his reasons for venturing out.
    Hey, it's only the first three acts of the prologue. This is going to be quite long, trust me. Fen's reasons will slowly come to light, particularly when one of the characters will be introduced. Don't expect me to just blurt it. Fen's sensitive about it too, so he's not gonna tell people he just met...although Cog already knows.

    Let's see, the description was quite good in that chapter, especially with the artifacts. I could clearly imagine what they looked like, so good job there. Keep it up.
    Whoohoo! My life is complete! (aka: He loves making descriptions when he has the time to. xD)

    The characterization was also quite good, with even the supporting characters becoming deeper (something which I'm fond of.)

    For the most part, Tiwaz was better this time around. Keep on sticking to him being less overly animated, while still being enough for him to be involved in more comedic scenes. Striking a balance between over-the-top and too serious can be tough. But yeah, anything else here would just be rehashing what was said already.
    I understand that. The fine line is more with Cog, really. Trying to make him smart while trying to show case his humorous side is difficult when my usual definitionof funny-smart are the smart-[i]a[i/]sses and witty.

    It was also pretty amusing. The suggestive interaction (as interpreted by Cog) between Tiwaz and Fenrir was fun. xD I know you haven't watched Doctor Who, but Cog kinda reminds me of the Tenth Doctor a bit.
    You're right, but now I want to see it just to see the relation. Maybe it'll give me more inspiration for Cogwej.

    And just so any readers know (and I hope I have them other than Kamotz and Griff), I may be able to get another chapter up by this week. If not, then it's more than likely that I'll get one up next week. Hopefully, I'm not going to be too busy.

    Tundra, over and out.
    There are stories made from the imagination. There are stories born from experience.
    There are stories told because of a need to be filled. There are stories that simply need to be told.
    This is one of them.

    “Maybe there really is a method to his madness…or maybe he’s just plain insane."
    Chapter 3: Act III is out and posted!

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    Given that I more or less know about Fenrir (I think), yeah, I don't think you should reveal that too quickly. Especially since he's supposed to have an air of mystery about him. I'm wondering if you're going to explore and expand on Tiwaz, though, and if you need any help with that. Given our discussions about Tiwaz and Fenrir on msn, I wonder if that will help your characterization of them, at all.

    Anyways, I'm looking forward to seeing what's going to happen with the Spirit of Earth.
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    I am soooooo sorry for the long wait. I have no excuses... Well, I do, but none of you would want to hear them, I'm sure.

    Chapter I - The Blacksmith

    Act. 1: The Trembling Earth Spirit

    Also known as

    “My peaches! My delicious peaches! Heavenly sweet but fiendishly left unconsumed! They need me!

    Located right against the mountain, the small mining town of Bakhu was a rather simple settlement surrounded by a cement wall with an open entrance. Evenly spaced one and two-story houses were made mostly of cement and clay, some wooden ones dotting the outskirts of the town. The din of axe picks against metal and stone and of the usual bellowing of miners just starting, doing, or finishing their daily quota of labor that their work required from them. Shades of black, white and gray were the common colors, not needing the pastel hues of towns that travellers normally passed; travellers usually ignored the town despite the activity and noise that it exuded from a distance. Which is why, when a peculiar group of three walked into the town, a small commotion had begun.

    “Why are all of these people staring at us?” Tiwaz had to ask, glancing around as children and a few adults stared shamelessly at them.

    “This town does not get a steady stream of travellers,” Cog answered him, ignoring the looks they were getting. “Other than the usual resource cargoes, visitations with people that number more than two usually causes quite a stir!” the Wisemon explained with an amused laugh.

    “Huh. They must not have a lot to do,” Tiwaz muttered to himself.

    “Au contraire,” the Wisemon interceded. “These denizens are quite hard working. They produce more than half this region’s metal and ore, which is then used for various other utilities.”

    Tiwaz and Fenrir turned to where the Wisemon then pointed, which was toward the mountain side which seemed to be riddled with entrances and rail tracks made by the town’s miners and prospectors. They could see Digmon lumbering to and fro, Golemon and Minotarumon carrying hammers and pick axes or pushing carts filled with chunks of stones and rocks.

    “In fact, the reason why people gather when visitations occur is because the visitations are done by the wealthy who are looking to purchase the precious gems and metals that the miners oft uncover,” Cog continued as they walked into a rectangular shaped plaza where a few stalls were being set up and a large statue of a large humanoid with crystals on its back. Not any Digimon that Tiwaz or Fenrir were familiar with. “Their mayor, a Blastmon, is so fond of them that he regularly gorges on them!”

    “We’re not here for jewels,” Fenrir stated, looking around and searching for stalls that sold any foodstuffs.

    “The mutt’s right. The sooner we can get some supplies and something in our stomachs, the faster we can get to start looking for the relic,” Tiwaz added, nodding to himself as he turned to the Beowolfmon, who turned at another direction. “And where are you going?”

    Fenrir stopped and turned to him, drawing the Beo Saber. “To find a blacksmith,” he told the EmperorGreymon, pointing the tips to the sky and studying the edges. “The blades haven’t been sharpened in a while.”

    “Good idea. My Dragon Soul Sword needs to get a check-up too,” Tiwaz replied, turning to follow him.

    Fenrir gave him a shake of a head. “You stay with Cogwej. Keep him out of trouble,” he instructed, turning to walk towards one of the pathways.

    “Hey, I’m no babysitter!” Tiwaz retorted, putting his hands on his hips. “Besides, the old geezer can take care of himself. Right, Cog?” he asked, turning to look at the Wisemon...who was arguing rather heatedly with one of the vendors. “Oh, great.”

    “That wasn’t a free sample, old man! You have to pay for that peach!” the vendor ranted, an open palm in front of him, asking for a form of payment from across the table Cog was in front of. He was a brownish-orange large creature that seemed to be made of rock and stone with the vague anatomy of a gorilla with large hands ending with humungous hands, spikes all over his body, and a very, very large nose. A prime example of a Gigasmon, if Cogwej ever saw one. If only it didn’t have such a sour personality.

    “Well, I never! You were the one that inquired whether I wanted a peach, and I simply obliged you!” Cog replied, folding his arms and turning away with a humph. Before he could walk off, the Gigasmon grabbed the back of his cloak with his long arm.

    “You are not leaving until you pay me for that peach!” he snarled, dragging the startled Wisemon backwards towards the stall desk. “That stuff is hard to come by!”

    “Unhand me, fiend!” Cog yelled, struggling to escape from the grip despite beginning to hear his cloak begin to tear.

    “Hey, let that crazy old man go!” Tiwaz’s roaring voice interrupted, the EmperorGreymon himself jogging towards them with an intimidating glare aimed at the indignant Wisemon and causing the both of them to temporarily stop their scene. “What the hell did you do!?”

    “I did nothing other than what that this overgrown, heavily mutated piece of rock asked of me!” Cog replied, pointing accusingly at the Digimon behind him.

    “Mutated!?” the Gigasmon repeated in an angered outburst, slamming his large hands on the desk in front of him and causing the table to splinter. “This coming from a freak that wears a cheap, ragged cloak all the time!?” he retorted.

    “I’ll have you know that this cloak is of far better quality and definitely more valuable than all of the rather overripe and smelly spheres of oddments that you call fruits and vegetables,” was the Wisemon’s reply, complete with a rather fake look of disgust at the fruits, made known by the longing glance he took at the perfectly ripened basket of peaches.

    “It is, eh?” the Gigasmon replied, a greedy glint appearing in his eyes, causing Tiwaz to narrow his eyes. “How about you trade me that cloak of yours for all of these then?” he asked, gesturing to his whole stand.

    “…weeeeell,” Cogwej started just before Tiwaz abruptly pulled him backwards and reached for a compartment on his armor.

    “Look, stop bothering the geezer. He’s definitely a lot crazier than he looks, and his cloak is as valuable as seaweed in a port town. Just let me pay for whatever he ate, and we’ll get out of your hair,” the EmperorGreymon said, giving the vendor a look that begot no arguments.

    The stone Digimon growled and thought for a few moments before grunting. “Fine. The peach costs twenty digits,” the Gigasmon said, folding his arms and looking at Tiwaz seriously.

    “T-twenty!?” Tiwaz balked, almost dropping the bag of coins he had procured from his body. “That’s a rip off! I can get a peach for a quarter of that price in the town I went to before here; like hell I’m paying that much for a damn peach!” he said, backing away and causing the Gigasmon to narrow his eyes at him.

    “Look, lizard, maybe it cost that much there, but here, it’s twenty digits,” the golem Digimon told him. “Do you even know where we got this?” he asked, picking one of the fruits up and showing it to him. “Does it look like we get it locally? Do we look like we have farms and trees anywhere near here?” he asked again.

    “Well, how else do you get it?” Tiwaz asked, folding his arms.

    "We just can’t use the ground here; it’s too hard, not to mention infertile, so we have to get them from supply caravans that come by monthly,” the Gigasmon informed him. “We buy as much as we can afford and then sell as much as we can until the next month, or unless it’s winter where we have to make it last until spring when the caravans come by again.”

    The Gigasmon shooks his head. “Not only food either. Anything we can’t get from the mountain or the river a few miles from here, we buy from them. Wood, glass, liquor, food; they’re all bought from supply caravans. We do what we can to survive,” he told the traveller.

    Tiwaz frowned at the thought. He didn’t realize living in such a place that was far off from normal travel routes would have been so difficult. He pulled his pouch of coins out once more, saying, “I guess if that’s how it normally is.”

    He took out a couple of silver coins and tossed them on the table, the pieces clinging as they landed. “There’s extra in there for the ruckus the geezer caused,” Tiwaz told the Gigasmon.

    “Yeah, sure, just make sure he doesn’t come back to eat more of merchandise…unless he intends to pay for it,” the Gigasmon grumbled. “While we’re on the topic, you want to buy anything?”

    “Maybe some other time. I need to make sure Cog doesn’t cause another scene,” Tiwaz replied, rubbing the back of his head.

    “Too late for that,” the Gigasmon told him, pointing to behind the dragon man.

    Tiwaz grimaced. He had half a mind to just not look behind him and feign ignorance. Of course, his conscience and his need to help others – not to mention his curiosity – got the better of him, and the dragon man looked over his shoulder. And then his jaw dropped.

    Kyaaaa! Get away from me, you freak!” a female voice screamed. It belonged to a digimon with a tusked, tapir-like upper body connected to what looked to be a stream of clouds. She had a terrified, wide-eyed look, and she was flying away as fast as her, er, whatever she used to move around could take her. That wasn’t what made Tiwaz’s jaw drop.

    “Wait! Come back! I only want to capture you and study your dream manipulating abilities!” Cogwej yelled, carrying a large glass jar the size of half his body under one arm as he chased after the Tapirmon. “Don’t fret; I made sure to riddle the lid with perforations for oxygen!”

    Tiwaz watched in disbelief as the duo ran around the plaza statue. Then he palmed his forehead, muttering to himself, “I didn’t realize that when I agreed to protect the geezer, I was going to protect people from him too!”

    “I wonder where the crazy guy got the glass from,” the vendor behind him wondered out loud, eyeing the jar that Cogwej carried. “I bet it must cost a lot to make it. Hey, you think you can get him to-”

    “No,” Tiwaz answered right away, walking towards the scene had already begun to attract a small crowd of curious onlookers.

    He stopped in front of the statue, waiting for them to pass him by. He ignored the female Tapirmon as she passed him by in a rush. Then just as Cog was about to do the same, he extended his arm and grabbed him by his cloak, forcibly halting him and inadvertently causing the Wisemon to let go of his jar, sending it flying and then crashing on the ground into many pieces.

    What happened next shocked Tiwaz more than the scene that Cog had caused.

    Someone yelled. The next moment, people, including the vendors, were scrambling towards the broken glass, grabbing for the pieces that it had broken into. The crowd had gotten so thick that Tiwaz had to force himself out of it, his hand hanging onto Cog’s cloak like a vice. It had taken them at least a minute to get out of the mass of people, Tiwaz grunting as he pulled the Wisemon out.

    “-so peculiar that they’re this besotted with the glass. This town’s economical dilemma must be a lot more serious that I previously deduced,” Cog muttered to himself, somehow procuring a notebook and a pencil from somewhere on his body and writing it down. Then he continued his observations, still talking to himself.

    Tiwaz rolled his eyes. “It’s just glass,” he muttered to himself.

    “To one such as you, perhaps, but heated glass can be metamorphosed into intricate and rather expensive statuettes,” Cogwej told him, turning to him with the erudite gaze that occasionally appeared on his face.

    “If you put it that way,” Tiwaz amended, turning to the crowd. They were causing such a ruckus that he had to frown. Then a louder sound pierced through their commotion.

    What is going on here!?

    As if someone flicked a switch, the crowd silenced, following by their rapid dissolution, scurrying away from the plaza. Tiwaz took the chance to glance at the area where the glass broke to see that the only remaining pieces were the ones that were too small to be any significant but still large enough to glimmer under the sunlight that shone down on the plaza. And then he looked towards the origin of the loud voice that had caused the townspeople to run off.y

    “That must be the town mayor!” Cogwej said, having seen the source first.

    Tiwaz blinked and then narrowed his eyes; the mayor’s visage was blindingly bright. It took his eyes a few seconds to adjust and finally take in the town official. And then he realized he was looking at what looked to be the base of the plaza’s statue.

    “Damn,” Tiwaz had to say. “He’s huge.”

    Just as the EmperorGreymon said, the mayor was a large Digimon. His lower body and his arms were decked out in metal armor adorned with gems. His whole body, quite apparently made of reflective crystals, sparkled brightly under the sun. Even his head was composed of them, although his face was a flat surface with a pair of ruby-red eyes and a mouth. Trailing behind him was a tail encased in metal and ending with a blue sphere-like mace and a long black cape that billowed as he approached.

    “What is going on here!?” the Blastmon mayor demanded. “Why has a disruptive commotion happened in my town!?”

    “This might be a good time to leave the sc- Cog! Where are you going!?” Tiwaz asked, turning to see that the Wisemon had begun to walk towards the mayor.

    “Good morning, sir mayor!” Cog greeted with a wave. “If you could please answer a few of my questions, I would be very- grmph!”

    “Ignore him,” Tiwaz said, muffling Cogwej’s mouth. “He’s not right in the head. Now if you’ll excuse us,” Tiwaz said as he was about to leave.

    “Halt!” the Blastmon ordered, causing the duo to look back at him tentatively. “You’re not from here, are you?” he asked with his deep voice.

    “Er, no, we’re-“

    “The cause of the commotion?” the Blastmon finished for him with a raised eyebrow.

    “No! Er, well maybe-“

    “Then that’s all I need to know,” the crystal man said, folding his arms. “If you know what’s good for you, you will come with me.”

    “Maybe next ti-“

    “Of course we will!” Cogwej interrupted, breaking from Tiwaz’s grasp and instantly getting beside the Blastmon. “Perhaps we can converse over a cup of tea and plate of sliced, fresh peaches?” he asked enthusiastically.

    The mayor grunted and turned to walk away, Cogwej following beside him dutifully. And Tiwaz stared once more in disbelief.


    The moment he stepped inside the smith’s shop, sounds of metal clanging against metal invaded Fenrir’s ears. Combined with the tapping of a foot, a humming of a deep voice, the strikes were being timed perfectly, turning what was supposed to be the dull and eye-wincing sound into a rather pleasant tune…although the Beowolfmon decided that it wasn’t quite his taste.

    His eyes were treated to the sight of an ordinary blacksmith’s shop. Three wooden pillars stood in a triangular formation, adding support to the clay ceiling. One long, wooden desk spanned from the far end of the wall until a third of the way across the room. On the desk were the basic tools of trade for blacksmiths all over the planet, some of which Fenrir was already familiar with. Behind the desk were wooden cabinets and glass caskets filled with various metals. Again on the wall opposite from the entrance, a furnace burned brightly, the usual air pump and ventilation chimney along with it. Then Fenrir turned his head once more, and he then found himself looking at the source of the light song at the other side of the room.

    Fenrir saw the owner’s back facing towards him. Said owner was sitting on a clay stool. Other than the ducked head, he observed two volcano craters set on the blacksmith’s shoulder blades and what was once a white scarf but was then a worn out one covered in soot and ash. He wore black armor with shoulder pads studded with spikes, and around his waist was a yellow belt.

    It seemed that the smith didn’t hear him enter. “Ahem,” Fenrir grunted, making himself known.

    Almost immediately, the tune ended and the blacksmith raised his head. He looked over his shoulder, revealing to Fenrir a face like a metal-mask with a horn protruding from the forehead area. Inside the eye sockets were eyes that were similar to Cogwej’s in appearance, the difference being the color, for where the Wisemon’s eyes were enthusiastic and yellow, the blacksmith’s were calm and white with specks of silver.

    “…Can I help you?” the blacksmith asked in a low tone, standing and turning to him. In one hand was a large blacksmith’s hammer that looked like it was made of high quality metal. In the other looked like a pick-axe, although it one end looked less like a point and more like a square block. It was also bright red, meaning it was still quite hot.

    PileVolcamon,’ Fenrir thought to himself.

    To answer his question, the Beowolfmon unsheathed the Beo Saber and raised it horizontally in front of him. “Well?” Fenrir asked as the blacksmith’s eyes widened slightly in interest.

    The blacksmith placed the pick-axe back on the anvil he had been sitting in front of and walked towards Fenrir, scrutinizing the weapon in his hand. “It’s not going to be cheap,” he said, although from the look in his face, Fenrir thought that he could probably get him to lower his price significantly.

    “I can pay,” he replied after some short consideration as the PileVolcamon stopped in front of him.

    “May I?” he asked, opening his palms for Fenrir to place the weapon in them.

    Fenrir nodded, meticulously placing his weapon in the PileVolcamon’s hands. He stayed silent as the other Digimon weighed it in his hands, scrutinizing the edges and planes, as well as giving it a few swings. The Beowolfmon simply stepped aside with folded arms and watched. He could tell by the way he moved that the blacksmith was no stranger to a brawl.

    “It’s lightweight, but it seems durable. The design is unique, as well,” the volcano-backed Digimon said in a low tone, glancing at the weapon’s owner. “Must be special if someone like you uses it,” he added, prompting a raised eyebrow from said someone.

    “And what does that mean?” Fenrir asked.

    “It’s how you carry yourself…like an experienced swordsman. Experienced swordsmen don’t carry around low quality swords,” the blacksmith said, turning to face him with the Beo Sabre in one hand. “It’s…a pleasure to work for you. I…don’t get to do a lot of metalwork on high-quality weapons,” he told Fenrir calmly, offering his free hand and a tiny smile. Tentatively, the wolf man took the hand and gave it a firm shake, which the PileVolcamon returned amicably.

    “Pavamana Suchi,” the blacksmith told him. “But people call me Pav.”

    “Fenrir Weissritter,” the white-armored warrior returned with a nod, returning his hand to his side.

    “Nice to meet you,” Pav said with a soft smile.

    “It’s going to take a while to finish it…since it has two blades. Then I need a replacement alloy. Light, but durable too,” Pavamana told Fenrir, turning to the furnace that was to one side of the room.

    Fenrir nodded, understanding. It wasn’t the first time a smith had told him that. “How long?” he asked, not missing a beat.

    “A night, maybe…if I focus on it.” Pavamana frowned a bit. “Rhodo…won’t like that. I need to finish the shovels and-”

    “I’ll pay for the extra cost,” Fenrir said, not bothering to ask who the person named Rhodo was. It wasn’t his business, and he wasn’t planning to make it so. He was more interested in the fact that the PileVolcamon could finish the job in a single night when most smiths would have taken at least two days.

    Pavamana’s small smile returned to his face as he put the weapon carefully on a desk to start the preparations. “Please. Rhodo won’t mind if you do that,” he said, turning over his shoulder to look at the Beowolfmon.

    “How much?” Fenrir asked, procuring out a pouch that clinked as he pulled it out.

    “It should be- gragh!”

    The words that came from Pav’s mouth were instantly interrupted by the sudden rumbling of the ground, followed by the sounds of glass crashing – the caskets behind the desk, Fenrir saw – and the screaming and yelling that came from the outside.

    Earthquake!” Pavamana yelled, ducking under the desk and grabbing onto the leg for stability. “Get down and grab onto something!” he ordered Fenrir, who quickly crouched and held onto one of the wooden beams that held up the ceiling.

    The quake lasted for five to six seconds, which was enough to cause most of the cabinets behind the desk to fall and break, spilling their contents on the ground. To their fortune, the wooden pillar held, although Fenrir could see faint cracks on the one that he held onto.

    The duo stayed silent for a few seconds before standing up, Fenrir grunting as he brushed dust and debris from his armor while Pavamana went to check outside. Fenrir was about to follow a few seconds after only for the blacksmith to reenter, a frown on his face.

    “Are you okay?” he asked his client. “You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

    “I’m unhurt,” Fenrir replied with a short nod.

    “Good,” Pavamana told him with a small smile. “Things are okay outside, but I’m worried for the other houses near the mountain. They’re…usually hit the hardest,” he said, more to himself as he went to pick up the pieces of metal on the floor. “I’m…sorry. You might have to wait a little bit longer.”

    Fenrir went to do the same. “It’s fine. I can wait,” he told him. “Do you get quakes often?” he asked, glancing at the PileVolcamon.

    He nodded in reply, although there was a frown on his face. “But…they’re usually minor. Just some shaking. Maybe a broken window. Now…they’re stronger. More common. I…I understand if you want to leave now” he said with a slight melancholic tone. Fenrir deduced that it the event must have at least happened once or twice before.

    “I’ll be fineha. You just get the job done,” he replied, standing and placing the metals on the desk.

    Pavamana stood up with a large grin. “I…won’t let you down,” he said with a subtle smile. “I’ll make it cheaper for you, too.”

    Fenrir allowed himself a small smile. “Deal,” he said, offering his hand once more to the PileVolcamon.

    “Deal,” he replied, giving the Beowolfmon a firmer shake than before. One with a lot more strength than the previous one, making Fenrir force himself not to flinch at the pressure.

    “Um, Uncle Pav?”

    Both the Beowolfmon and the PileVolcamon turned to look at the source of the voice, seeing a panting and tired looking Armadillomon at the door.

    Fenrir froze. For a moment, he didn’t see the Armadillomon. He saw a young Salamon, covered head to toe in blood. The vision was immediately cast away at Pavamana’s loud, worried voice.

    “Cammie!” the blacksmith called out, raising his voice for once as he rushed to the side of the rookie Digimon. “You’re leg is hurt!” he called out, noticing the slight flow of blood on the Armadillomon’s left foreleg.

    “I only tripped, uncle,” the young Digimon said, blushing as the larger Digimon took her in his arms.

    “During the quake? Didn’t your dad teach you to be careful during earthquakes?” the PileVolcamon asked, frowning as he looked her over to make sure she didn’t have any more life-threatening injuries.

    Cammie nodded. “But he said I had to do something ‘portant for him,” she said, her eyes wide and innocent.

    “Important? What?” Pav asked, his nonexistent brows furrowing.

    Cammie turned to Fenrir. “He wanted me to bring him home,” she explained, pointing at the Beowolfmon with her tail.

    Fenrir blinked, having recovered from his vision a few seconds ago. “Me?” he asked, pointing to himself in surprise.

    “Him?” Pavamana asked as well, looking very confused.

    “Yep,” the armadillo Digimon replied with a nod. “His friends are there, too!” she said.

    Fenrir had to stop his jaw from dropping. Instead, he brought a hand to his face, covering his eyes and groaning internally.

    What did they do now?’ he thought to himself. A second later, he decided that he was many times better off simply not knowing.


    Fenrir folded his arms, sitting on a rather lavish seat in front of a large, round table that had a white table cloth over it with a glass statue of a jar-like creature with angel wings on its back. The room he was in looked pretty luxurious compared to the blacksmith’s shop, complete with a shelf of books and a red, silk curtains for the window. The wooden floor even had carpeting. Of course, the room would have looked better had it not sustained damage from the earlier earthquake, though it seemed like some cleaning had been done before he had arrived.

    Of course, the other occupants on similar chairs around the table kept Fenrir from thinking too much on his surroundings. On one side of him was Pavamana, who had helped bring him to the house of the mayor, Cammie’s father and a close friend of the blacksmith’s. On his other side was Tiwaz, slumped on the chair and looking grumpy…or probably restless after the earthquake. Beside the dragon man was Cog, looking apparently unaffected from the quake and was chipper as ever as he munched on slices of pear fruit on a plate in front of him. And finally, directly across Fenrir was the mayor. Quite apparently, he was the Rhodo that Pavamana had spoken of.

    “So…you’re telling me…that the cause of the recent earthquakes…is one of the ten relics?” Fenrir asked slowly, trying to absorb the information he was being fed.

    “The Spirit of Earth, in fact, Endear,” Cogwej told him, licking the juices of the fruit from his fingers. “The quakes grew in amount and magnitude three months ago, simultaneous with my settlement atop the mountain,” the Wisemon said, reaching over the table for more pieces of fruit.

    “Um…don’t you mean Fenrir?” Pavamana asked, glancing at the Beowolfmon.

    “Trust me, I don’t think you’ll ever get the geezer to get our names right,” Tiwaz said, sounding more like a statement than an insult.

    “Of course I will, Tybalt,” Cogwej said, affronted – though not quite affronted enough to lose his appetite as he took another bite of fruits. Tiwaz’s eye twitched. He was too exhausted to try and correct him. “In any situation, I have deduced that the presence of the other three artifacts within in my possession have caused the Spirit of Earth to react rather uncontrollably and erratically due to its prolonged exposure to the other three.”

    Fenrir frowned. “But they’re within your magic bag,” he said.

    “Yes, but as I have explained before, they are still powerful entities. It is possible that the Earth relic can still sense the Fire, Water and Thunder Spirits despite the shielding runes I cast on it. That’s how powerful they are!” Cog said gleefully.

    “Powerful or not, I want them out of my town,” Rhodo cut in. “I don’t know how much longer we can handle the earthquakes, especially if they get any stronger than they’ve already become.”

    “Long story short, he wants us to find the Earth Spirit for him and then take it out of here before it brings the whole town down,” Tiwaz summarized, leaning forward on the table. “Which is a lot harder than it sounds, considering we still don’t know where it is exactly.”

    Fenrir raised an eyebrow. “So how are we going to locate it?” he asked.

    Cog then cut in, pointing a peach slice at the Beowolfmon. “Elementary, dear Furor! We enter the mines and comb the caverns for the Spirit of Earth, using the artifacts I have in my possession as a compass,” he said, making Fenrir look at him with sudden realization.

    Pavamana, however, frowned. “Um…excuse me?” he interjected. “Can…someone explain…please?”

    “The spirits glow if they get close with other artifacts,” Tiwaz explained.

    “And the closer they are, the brighter the artifacts will shine,” Cogwej finished, looking for more food to eat and frowning when he found none. He turned to Rhodo. “If you please?” he asked, his face contorted into a happy smile.

    The Blastmon mayor looked over to his side where his daughter sat comfortably, looking back up at him. “Cammie? Be a dear and go ask Batton to fetch our guests another plate of fruits,” he asked her gently.

    “Kay, papa.” The Armadillomon then exited the room to look for their house butler, thinking to herself.

    “Wonderful!” Cogwej exclaimed happily. “Now, where were we?” he asked, turning back to his companions. Tiwaz and Fenrir had to roll their eyes at him.

    “Before we go in, we need to get some supplies first,” Tiwaz then started. “Who knows how long we’ll be inside? We’re going to need some food and water if we want to search long enough to find the thing,” he added.

    “And we need to start soon,” the Beowolfmon added.

    “Before…something terrible happens,” Pav finished for them, looking down on his clasped hands on the table.

    “It will take some time to gather all of them,” Rhodo decided, nodding to himself. “I will have everything you need delivered to your accommodations by tomorrow noon.”

    “Which reminds me that we still don’t even have any place to stay,” Tiwaz noted, tilting his head a bit, causing both Rhodo and Pavamana to frown.

    “That won’t do,” the mayor told them. He turned to the blacksmith. “Tell Den that our visitors are going to stay in his inn for tonight, and that I will be paying for the expenses,” he told him, and his reply was a quiet nod.

    “We appreciate it,” Fenrir told him with a gracious nod, noticing that a Golemon wearing a black bowtie had entered the room, carrying one plate of fruits on one hand a plate of what looked to be tiny gems in another.

    “Oh, goodie!” Cogwej started as the plate of fruits was placed in front of him, while the plate of gems was placed in front of Rhodo. Unlike the Wisemon, who immediately dove into his food enthusiastically, the Blastmon placed one gem at a time in his mouth, the sounds of crunching ringing out loudly in the room.

    “I think we should go now,” Fenrir suddenly said, standing up. Tiwaz did the same, nodding.

    “W-what? But I’m not yet finished!” Cog whined. “And I still haven’t acquired my answers for my questions for Roda!” he added, shaking his fists in front of him.

    “It’s Rhodo,” the mayor corrected, folding his arms and turning to him. “And I can answer your questions at a later time. I need to speak with Pavamana about a private matter,” he said as he turned to the PileVolcamon, who blinked in surprise.

    “Uh…sure,” Pav replied, looking at the mayor curiously.

    “Unhand me, you fiend!” Cog yelled as Tiwaz pulled him up by the base of his hood.

    “Come on, Cog. We’re going before you eat them out of house and home,” Tiwaz muttered as he carried the Wisemon out of his seat.

    “No! My peaches! My delicious peaches! Heavenly sweet but fiendishly left unconsumed! They need me!” Cog wailed, struggling to get out of the EmperorGreymon’s grip as he was brought over to the door.

    “Batton, please escort them to the inn,” Rhodo requested, turning to the Golemon that was still in the room. The golem Digimon silently gave a deep bow and went to follow Tiwaz and Cog, still complaining loudly, outside.

    Before turning to do the same, Fenrir looked at Pavamana. “I’ll come back tomorrow for the Beo Sabre,” he told the blacksmith, who smiled slightly at him.

    “I’ll be waiting,” he replied with a nod as the Beowolfmon left the house with his companions.

    With their guests gone, the PileVolcamon turned to the mayor. “You…wanted to talk?”

    The Blastmon nodded. “I…need your help.”


    “So, this is the inn?”

    Tiwaz was looking up at one of the few wooden buildings of the town. It had a red roof and two floors, judging from the placement of windows. It wasn’t too wide, which meant that it didn’t have a lot of rooms, which was reasonable when he considered how infrequent travellers came upon the town. It was a rather quaint little place, and it looked like it had some form of home that most inns usually lacked. He just hoped the place had good food.

    “Once again, unhand me!” Cog demanded, his feet still not touching the ground due to Tiwaz holding him up in the air.

    The EmperorGreymon looked at him accusingly. “Like hell I am,” he said as he followed the Golemon inside. “The moment I let go, I’m betting you’re going to run all the way back there,” he told the Wisemon.

    “And that were a likely possibility, you are still not my keeper! I can choose what to do what I will, when I will!” Cog exclaimed, folding his arms and trying to look dignified despite the position he was in. And Tiwaz rolled his eyes. If anything, Cog was more like a pet.

    As Tiwaz continued to deal with, Fenrir went to greet the lady receptionist at the desk where the Golemon butler waited. She was a large plump woman, her gender defined by the dress-like apron around her waist. She also had paws, purple and peach colored fur, and mole-like qualities, though she had a drill for a nose and claws. A Drimogemon.

    “Oh, visitors! My name’s Rain, and I’m happy to welcome you at our inn! We haven’t had any of you in a long time, we haven’t!” she said, gleeful at having customers in her abode once more. “And straight from the mayor’s house too! We simply can’t let you stay in a simple old room, can we? I’ll let you have the suite! Though, it’s only has two beds, it has the comfiest couch you’ll ever sleep in, you will!” she rabbled on, rummaging through a desk to pick out the key for Fenrir to take.

    “Thank you,” Fenrir said, taking the key before turning to the Golemon, nodding at him as well. He returned it before heading back to exit, nodding at Tiwaz and Cog as he passed them.

    “What room number?” Tiwaz asked, already walking towards the stairs.

    “Eight,” Fenrir told him as he lead the way.

    “We’ll have some dinner out in a little while, yes, we will!” the lady Drimogemon called out to them as they climbed up the stairs. “I’ll have my hubbie call you down when it’s time,” she said as she waddled in the room behind the desk.

    A few moments later, Tiwaz, Fenrir and Cogwej found themselves inside a room that was as appealingly-quaint as the inn itself. It had two twin beds, a wooden desk between them, one long couch, and small, round table at one side that had an oil-lamp on it. The floor had a simple red carpet, and there were three windows in total on two walls.

    “It looks pretty comfortable,” Tiwaz observed, dropping Cogwej unceremoniously on the ground. Fenrir went over to sit on one of the beds, testing its softness and warmth.

    The Wisemon pulled himself up to a sitting position, placing his hands over his stomach, which was grumbling and moaning its complaint. “I’m famished! I need sustenance!” he declared. Then he glared spitefully meaningfully at Tiwaz.

    In exasperation, the dragon man sighed and shook his head. “You heard the lady; dinner is in a while. You can eat then,” he told him.

    Feeling offended, Cog stood up and folded his arms. “Are you aware what kind of food they provision in establishments such as this? They would be serving me complete feculence compared to the kind of food they provided in the mayor’s household!”

    Tiwaz folded his own arms and glared back. “Well, beggars can't be choosers, so deal with it, old timer,” he retorted back before turning to look at Fenrir. “Mutt, help me out here,” he called out.

    Fenrir rolled his eyes. “We'll find you food tomorrow if you’re that adamant about it,” the wolfman said to the Wisemon, who balked.

    “But I am dying of starvation at this very moment!” the cloaked Digimon announced. As if emphasizing his words, his stomach growled loudly.

    Tiwaz rubbed the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes tightly. He felt like he was dealing with a child rather than an old man. “Then suck it up and just go down and stomach the dinner the inn’s providing. It’s not like you’re paying for it since the mayor said he’d be paying for our accommodations, which I assume includes the food we’ll be eating,” he said, opening his eyes to look at said old man. “Besides, you had a whole pear earlier.”

    In reply, Cogwej once again looked at him with frustration. He opened his mouth to once again start his tirade. “Did you not comprehend what I just previously stated? Food served at establishments such as this are-“

    His rant was then cut off by someone knocking on their room door and the subsequent entrance of a familiar Gigasmon. “Excuse me, gents. My wife told me to call you down for din- oh, god, not you two again!”

    Tiwaz had to slap his forehead, making Fenrir look at him inquisitively. “Just my luck,” he muttered to himself.

    “It’s you!” Cogwej said, pointing at the Gigasmon in surprise. “The vendor that attempted to swindle my precious digits!” he accused.

    “For the last time, I was not trying to cheat you!” the Gigasmon exclaimed loudly.

    Den! Be nice and bring the good men down, or it’s the couch for you tonight!” the voice of the Drimogemon lady yelled, reaching up to their room and causing the Gigasmon named Den to cringe visible. He then turned over his shoulder.

    “Yes, dear!” he replied with a slightly worried voice, causing Tiwaz’s eyebrow to rise.

    “Well, apparently, it’s the wife that wears the pants in the family,” the dragonman said, folding his arms and grinning.

    “Oh, what do you know?” the Gigasmon asked with a grunt and a slight embarrassed blush. “Now are any of you going to go down for dinner or not?” he asked, although he hoped that they weren’t. Especially the Wisemon that seems hell-bent on blaming him for something he didn’t do.

    Fenrir shook his head in answer. Tiwaz folded his arms and thought about where he was hungry or not. Cogwej put his hands on his hips and faced away. “Ha! I am not falling for your wicked tricks again!” he declared.

    Den rolled his eyes. “Whatever you-“


    The Gigasmon winced at the voice of his wife once more, and then turned to look at Cog. “Look, old man, you’re not even paying for this, so why don’t you just be nice, forgive me, and go down for dinner before my wife decides to give me the boot,” he pleaded.

    Cogwej made a scene of trying to think. “I don’t know,” he said, followed by the grumbling of his stomach, which caused the other three occupants to express their exasperation at him.

    “We all know you’re hungry, Cog,” Tiwaz told him. “Just go down and eat already.”

    “Hmm…will there be peaches?” the Wisemon asked, turning to the inn owner.

    “Uh, I guess I can get so-“

    “Well, why are delaying!? Let’s go!” Cog interrupted, his eyes gleaming as he rushed passed the Gigasmon, running down the stairs.

    “Hey, no running!” Den yelled, running after him and ironically breaking his own rule.

    Tiwaz couldn’t help but sigh. “I hope this relic business isn’t just some goose chase. Watching over the old geezer is taking years off of my life,” he muttered, plopping his behind on the couch. Fenrir simply gave a nod in reply, getting lost in his thoughts.

    The room became pregnant with an awkward silence, at least in Tiwaz’s opinion. It made him nervous, or at the very least, restless. The dragon glanced at the quiet Beowolfmon. “So…” he started, causing the wolf digimon to look at him, raising an eyebrow.

    Tiwaz gave himself a few moments to think before finally opening his maw. “Is your fancy sword getting the full treatment right now?” he asked as he set his own weapon down beside him, careful to avoid a position that would cause the Dragon Soul Sword to fall in a way that would harm him.

    Fenrir gave a nod I reply, turning away again. “By the PileVolcamon from before,” he enlightened the EmperorGremon, knowing that explanations and introductions hadn’t really been properly made in the mayor’s house. It was difficult to when Cogwej was around.

    “Right,” Tiwaz replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

    Fenrir’s lack of need to continue the conversation or grace him with a reply caused yet another silence to ensue. Disturbed by it, Tiwaz stood up, feeling himself get restless. He started pacing around before turning to Fenrir once more.

    “So…I guess you’re not a complete amateur when it comes to fighting,” Tiwaz once again started, willing himself to stop pacing. “Have you been at it for a while?” he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. He was sincerely curious about that, at least. He didn’t find fighters that could match him often.

    The Beowolfmon’s only reply was to nod, bringing his legs up on the bed.

    I feel like I’m talking with a wall! What does it take to get this mutt to actually talk?’ he wondered to himself with a small frown. “Military? Knight errant? What?” he asked, folding his arm in slight annoyance.

    Fenrir sighed, feeling the same annoyance at being prodded with so many questions about himself. “Been…training since childhood,” he answered, hoping that it would appease the EmperorGreymon enough to get him to stop talking.

    “Yeah? Me too,” Tiwaz replied, feeling slightly surprised to find that he had something in common with the Digimon in front of him that seemed like his complete opposite. And then Fenrir nodded again in reply. Before another bout of silence could start, Tiwaz asked, “Any particular reason?”

    The Beowolfmon glanced at Tiwaz, his irritation showing in his eyes, but after a while, he answered. “…Family…” was all he said.

    Tiwaz blinked. “Yeah? Did they want you in on a family business or something?” he asked, stepping a bit closer to the wolfman whose voice was beginning to lower with each reply.

    Fenrir shook his head. “It’s…complicated,” he decided to say.

    “Well, I’ve got nothing but time,” Tiwaz told him, already standing in front of him.

    Instead of explaining, Fenrir looked away.

    Tiwaz rolled his eyes, giving a dismissive wave. “Well, me and my best friend used to dream being in the military. I wanted to be just like my dad,” he said, grinning and folding his arms in pride. Then the grin fell. “Except, well, without the getting blinded part,” he said with a bit of sheepishness.

    This caused Fenrir to think a bit. Men enlisted in armies don’t usually get to go gallivanting the lands, doing whatever they wanted, like helping an old and possible crazy man on a journey to collect a set of ten relics. Against his better judgment, he asked, “…you didn’t get in?”

    The dragonman gave a hearty laugh. “If course we did! It just-“

    He abruptly stopped, the smile he had on his face just a moment ago disappearing. His facial features began to darken, and he had to face away. “…wasn’t how I thought it would be,” he finished for himself. “Long story short, I left and never looked back.”

    Fenrir’s ear twitched, hearing the undercurrent of anger in his voice. And under that was a tone of sadness that he was very familiar with. “…and your friend?” Fenrir couldn’t help but ask. He wasn’t even sure what possessed him to ask it in the first place.

    For once, however, Tiwaz seemed to not want to answer him. In fact, the dragon man seemed to be trying to avoid changing his expression by making it as serious as possible, although his hands seemed to betray him by going up to meaninglessly readjust his goggles. He then glanced at Fenrir, looking surprisingly defensive. “If you don’t want to tell me about yourself, why should I tell you about myself?” he asked accusingly.

    Fenrir had to roll his eyes. Still, he understood the feeling of not wanting to talk about the past. He didn’t say anything and just looked away, and Tiwaz went back to the couch to sit, apparently feeling a bit less active than before. He kept on glancing back at the Beowolfmon however…and Fenrir could sense it.

    He sighed audibly. “Yes, Tiwaz?” he asked out loud, knowing that the EmperorGreymon was all too eager to avoid the apparent silence that had fallen on the room once more.

    “I’ve been meaning to ask,” Tiwaz started, smiling a bit. Looks like there was hope for the Beowolfmon yet. “Why are you helping Cog, Fenrir? I mean, what’s in it for you?” he prodded, trying to lock eyes with the wolf man. “No offense, but you don’t exactly seem like the guy to help some random – and psychotic – stranger out of the goodness of your heart,” he told him.

    Fenrir stayed silent, although he could already feel his walls coming up. He didn’t bother trying to put them down. “I can ask the same about you,” he replied in a level tone, not looking back at Tiwaz.

    The dragon Digimon folded his arms stubbornly. “I asked you first,” he said.

    “It’s…none of your business,” Fenrir replied, looking away and at a window.

    Tiwaz made an audible sound of annoyance. “Is he promising you digits?” he asked. “The geezer can’t even afford a peach.”

    Fenrir closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. “I am not that shallow.”

    The dragon man raised an eyebrow in mild curiosity. “What then?” he urged. And then he blinked.

    “Wait, maybe it’s one of those Spirit things that you want. Cog did say that they were artifacts of great power or something,” he started, but then he raised an eyebrow. “But you saw how one of them almost burned you and me alive…”

    He stood back up and stood at the foot of the bed, looking at the Beowolfmon who stayed silent.

    “Is that yes?” Tiwaz asked.


    The EmperorGreymon raised an eyebrow. “So it’s power you want, is it?” he asked almost disbelief. “You almost bested me in a fist fight; do you really need it?” he inquired, hands on his hips.

    Fenrir didn’t bother looking back at him. “My reasons for helping Cogwej in this endeavor are mine and mine alone, Tiwaz,” he finally said, his patience finally reaching its limit. “You would do well to stay out of my business, especially in this case.”

    Tiwaz narrowed his eyes. “Is that a threat?”

    The Beowolfmon had to roll his eyes. “Make whatever you want out of it as long as you heed my words,” he told the inquisitive dragon. Then he lied down on his bed and closed them, trying to tell Tiwaz that this conversation was done and over with.

    Tiwaz scoffed and walked back over to the couch. “Unlike some selfish people, I’m helping you two out of the goodness of my heart. All I ask in return is enough to feed myself,” he said as he sat down. “I think if you have the power like I do, you ought to use it to help people and make the world a better place,” he finished with a huff as he looked away.

    Whether the world deserves it or not,’ he thought to himself.

    Fenrir seemed to have not listened to him by the lack of reply, until he opened his mouth. “…Everyone’s selfish…” he said, his voice barely audible to the dragon man’s ears.

    Tiwaz turned to him, a bit taken aback. “Just because you are doesn’t mean everyone is,” he said defensively. “Or is that what you tell yourself to help justify that part of you?”

    And then Fenrir opened his eyes and looked straight into Tiwaz’s gaze, letting his wall down just for that one moment and showing the dragon man just how much hidden darkness he had smoldering inside of him. “Everyone, no exception, is selfish. And the sooner you realize that, the better off you’ll be,” he said in a dark and deep tone before looking back up at the ceiling, burning a hole through it with his glare.

    It was then that it struck Tiwaz that the Beowolfmon truly believed what he said. And he stared at him for several moments until he was able to recollect himself. “What happened to you to make you so cynical?”

    Fenrir grit his teeth. He wondered if the dragonman had no boundaries at all; he seemed so hypocritical, seeing as he didn’t even want to talk about his own self. He then sighed and closed his eyes, whispering in a tone too low for Tiwaz to hear, “…You don’t want to know.”

    At no audible reply, Tiwaz exhaled, taking off his goggles and looking down at them. “…Even though many are, not everyone’s selfish,” he started, glancing up at the wolf. “What about the people who would give most of their possessions to the needy? Or the people who would throw themselves in front of an attack to protect their best friend? Do you think they’re selfish?”

    Fenrir turned his head slightly away. “…Yes…I do,” he answered in a level tone.

    Tiwaz sneered at him, clenching his fist. “And I think you’re full of shit,” he declared, glaring.

    The Beowolfmon didn’t bother replying, or even looking back, at the EmperorGreymon. Arguing would get them nowhere.

    Tiwaz looked away and carefully put his goggles on the table by the couch. “I’m going to sleep,” he announced, lying down in a way that his back was facing the Beowolfmon.

    The other occupant of the room simply stayed silent, trying to let the darkness come over him once more for a night’s rest. But he did think of one thing.

    The only thing in me…is a past that I’d rather forget.
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    There are stories made from the imagination. There are stories born from experience.
    There are stories told because of a need to be filled. There are stories that simply need to be told.
    This is one of them.

    “Maybe there really is a method to his madness…or maybe he’s just plain insane."
    Chapter 3: Act III is out and posted!

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    That was a good, act... whatever. We got to see a bit more insight into Tiwaz and Fenrir. Not too much, but enough to pique one's interest (except I already know Tiwaz's, obviously. =P)

    You did a good job with Pav, I think. I like him and his characterization seems fine so far. We'll have to see how it goes in the next chapter. Cog's as amusing as ever. And I see you've solidified his obsession with peaches. I also like the idea of a Blastmon having an Armadillomon daughter. xD

    The descriptions are consistantly good, as are the characterizations. I like the description on how Bakhu operates. However, I'm still adamant on the fact of them mining Fanglongmon Ore/Chrondigizoit as well as gems and stuff, though. =P

    The EmperorGreymon raised an eyebrow. “So it’s power you want, is it?” he asked almost disbelief. “You almost me in a fist fight; do you really need it?” he inquired, hands on his hips.
    "in almost" or ", almost in"

    Also "almost bested me"

    Fenrir didn’t bother looking back at , him.

    Uhh... Not sure what else to say here. There was more Tiwaz/Fenrir tension, but that's hardly a surprise. xD And we see Fenrir's motivations... sort of. Anyways, it was a good read, even though it was considerably tamer than the other chapters in terms of action, though that's not necessarily a bad thing. I look forward to the next one.
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    Next one's up.

    Act 2: Between Foolishness and Bravery

    also known as

    It's...a pie.

    The following morning in the town of Bakhu found Tiwaz waking up to the sounds of the hollering of men, shouting for other workers to get up and ready for another day’s work. The grouchy dragon man stretched his muscles, emitting guttural sounds straight from his chest that would cause a lesser man to cringe. He grumbled and glared at the window from whence the shouting that woke him up earlier than he wanted was coming from.

    Next time, I’m getting a bed,’ Tiwaz thought to himself as he stood up, stretching his cramped muscles. The experience of sleeping on a couch that wasn’t quite as long as he was tall was not an entirely enjoyable experience. It didn’t help that he hadn’t really gotten any adequate sleep for the last two nights.

    Before Tiwaz could continue his silent griping, his thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of a pencil scratching on paper furiously. He turned his head to find the source of the sounds, and he was surprised to see Cog bowed over a desk, his hand sweeping over paper faster than the Wisemon could devour a peach slice.

    Just as he was about to call the attention of the cloaked digimon, his own stomach growled loudly, and Cogwej turned to look over his shoulder.

    “Ah! Teewee!” the Wisemon called, standing up and instantly causing the EmperorGreymon to frown. “What a wonderful morning, is it not? You woke up just in time to-“

    “I’m going to get some breakfast,” Tiwaz interrupted, grabbing the Dragon Soul Sword and placing it in its place on his back. He didn’t have it in him to deal with the old man’s craziness so early in the morning. “I’ll be back after lunch,” he said, heading towards the door.

    Cog moaned in what sounded like disappointed. “But I was just about to say that-“

    “Also, tell the mutt that I still think he’s wrong,” the dragon man once again interjected. He was tempted to glance at the seemingly still sleeping Beowolfmon, but he resisted, knowing that it would only get him in a worse mood than he already was in. He quickly headed towards the door before he could succumb to the temptation.

    “Wrong?” Cog repeated in curiosity. “What was he wrong ab-“

    Before the Wisemon could finish, Tiwaz had opened the door, quickly exited the room, and closed the door behind him. The dragon man sighed; if it didn’t involve the ten relics, he didn’t want to know. When it came to Cogwej, ignorance was a preference compared to the hijinks that his actions caused.

    He then started for the stairs, his stomach grumbling once more reminding him that he had failed to partake in dinner the night before. Well, in his defense, he really hadn’t really felt like eating after his…conversation with Fenrir.

    Everyone’s selfish,’ Tiwaz thought in his head, rolling his eyes. ‘The mutt’s a bigger prick than I thought,’ he added to himself.

    Weretaz Koging! I demand that you inform me what you are spouting nonsense about!” Cogwej’s voice suddenly blasted from the room behind him, succeeding in surprising Tiwaz into jumping forward and looking back at the door in shock.

    “Damn, the geezer must not be a morning person,” Tiwaz muttered to himself as he subconsciously climbed down the stairs a bit faster than he would have. He decided that he was just so hungry that he really couldn’t wait to get something to eat. Yeah, that’s it.

    As he reached the base of the stairs, he looked at the receptionist’s desk to see if the lady Drimogemon was there. As he expected, she wasn’t there, but he couldn’t really say that she should be considering their apparent infrequency of customers. But he did smell something good coming from the room across him, and he walked towards it.

    “Ah, you’re up,” someone’s voice called out just before he was about to enter the other room, causing him to look at the entrance, where it came from.

    “Eh…you’re that vendor guy,” Tiwaz started, identifying the Gigasmon that he and Cogwej had met in the town’s plaza. “Uh, Den, right?” he asked.

    The Gigasmon grinned at him and nodded. “Nice to know that not all of you have the bad habit of mutilating names,” he told the EmperorGreymon. “You’d think someone who’s a Wisemon would have enough mental capability of actually remembering someone’s name,” he grumbled as he walked past Tiwaz and into the room the dragon man was about to go in.

    “We didn’t name him Crazy Old Geezer Who Endlessly Jabbers for nothing,” Tiwaz told his host, following him in.

    The room that they went inside was fairly quaint. It had a number of uniformly-sized wooden tables arranged in meticulous order around the room while leaving spaces large enough for walking to one of three entrances including the one that Tiwaz and Den just came from. The only side of the room that didn’t have a door had a horizontally long window that showed the outside of the inn. Tiwaz’s nose was also being assaulted by a scent that caused him to salivate slightly.

    Den looked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “Really? That’s not what he said it meant last night during dinner,” he informed him.

    Tiwaz blinked. “What did he say it meant?” he asked, frowning a bit.

    Den shrugged in response. “Something with Charming or Cool in it or something,” he told the dragon man as he lead Tiwaz to one of the tables at the far end corner of the room.

    The dragon man couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Should’ve known that Cogwej would change his name when I’m not around.”

    “Strange that he could remember it, though, considering his trouble with names,” Den muttered, scratching the top of his head. “Especially since he said he just got the name yesterday,” he added.

    “Must be ‘cause it’s just a bunch of words using the first letters as the name,” Tiwaz said, although he was mildly surprised that he just noticed Den’s observation right then.

    “I can’t really tell if he’s a genius or a fool,” Den muttered to himself as he stopped in front of a long table that could seat six people on benches on each of its long sides.

    “You know what they say about exceptional people; they always have something about them that-“ Tiwaz stopped what he was saying as his jaw almost dropped to the floor.

    On the table was a small assortment of aromatic food that looked like it was enough to feed a king’s appetite and high-end tastes. Tiwaz would be drooling if he didn’t have any shame in himself, and even then, he was barely keeping himself from doing so. The sight, combined with the fragrant, mouth-watering smell, was enough to make his stomach growl in hunger.

    The mineral Digimon beside him had to give a chuckle at his reaction. “Struck speechless, huh?” he asked, folding his arms and grinning at Tiwaz. “Moe went all out on the food for you and your friends; she loves feeding everyone so much that it’s amazing that I haven’t gotten fat after twelve years of marriage,” the Gigasmon said proudly. He then smiled slyly. “Not to mention that the mayor’ll be spending for it, so everyone’s happy,” he added in a low whisper.

    Tiwaz was too entranced to notice, and he sat down to start eating. Den sat beside him, observing him with a bit of envy as the dragon downed plate after plate of food.

    After a few moments, Den finally couldn’t help but open his mouth. “I didn’t think I’d see someone who could eat as fast as the Wisemon, and here I am, seeing someone doing so just a night after,” he said, staring at Tiwaz and causing him to stop in mid-bite.

    “Yeah, well, it’s been a while since I’ve had food that smelled and tasted this good,” Tiwaz replied, grinning as he turned to him.

    The Gigasmon had to smile at the compliment to his wife’s cooking. “Good to know, though I hope you and the other two don’t plan on eating that much all the time, or we’d be out of food stuffs by tomorrow evening,” he informed the dragon man, making Tiwaz look at him curiously.

    “Wait, you mean you don’t usually have this much to eat?” he questioned.

    Den shook his head. “Remember what I told you about the town having to buy as much food as it can before the next supply caravan comes by?”

    Tiwaz nodded.

    “Well, if we want to survive til that time, sometimes we have to cut back on a few stuff like food or stuff,” the innkeeper told him. “Just because this town finds a lot of metal and jewels for other places doesn’t mean we’re rolling in dough. More like we’re rolling in dirt.”

    “Which reminds me,” Tiwaz then said. “Why aren’t you out there working in the mountain with the other men?” he asked, starting to eat again at a slower pace.

    Den then grumbled and folded his arms. “The missus made me quit after a cave-in that caused me to get stuck in the mines for a few days,” he said. “Not like I didn’t know it could happen; it’s a job hazard. She didn’t have to worry so much ‘bout me,” he added with a grunt.

    Tiwaz couldn’t help but grin at him. “Guess I know who wears the pants in the family,” he couldn’t help but comment.

    “Oh, what do you know?” Den retorted in slight embarrassment and looking away.

    The dragon man let out a bellowing laugh in reply. The two continued their conversation in an amicable atmosphere, something that Tiwaz wasn’t able to experience in a while. He hadn’t realized how much he missed being able to talk with someone that he didn’t want to strangle every other minute.

    “Ahhh, that was good,” the EmperorGreymon declared as he put down the fork and knife and patted his full belly. “There’s nothing like home cooking to turn a hungry stomach into a happy stomach.”

    “Glad to know you enjoyed it. I’ll make sure to tell Moe,” the Gigasmon replied with a small smile. “You going to head back to your room then?”

    Tiwaz frowned. “N…nah, I need to find that blacksmith guy,” he said, standing up.

    “Blacksmith…Pavamana?” Den asked with a frown as he looked up at the dragon man.

    Tiwaz grinned at him. “Yeah, do you know where his shop is?” he asked, unsheathing his sword. “I need to get my blade done. Can’t be at my best if my weapon isn’t,” he informed the innkeeper.

    “Mmm…yeah, it should be a few blocks away. Won’t be too hard to find,” Den said, tilting his head and thinking. “Oh, by the way, if you find my kid, a Grumblemon that goes by the name of Ratchet, can you tell him to come home before nightfall? That kid always gets into so much trouble whenever he’s with his friends,” he asked.

    Tiwaz couldn’t help but grin. “Kids will be kids, but yeah, I can do that. Thanks for the meal again,” Tiwaz said as he turned to go out of the inn.


    Fenrir’s awakening was a calmer one than that of the dragon that slept on the couch across his bed. He kept his eyes closed for a few more moments, slowly breathing and out, slowing down his rapidly beating heart. He wasn’t quite sure why it was beating so quickly. It was then that he realized that his body also felt cold despite the warmth of the room. He supposed that the possibility of him dreaming was likely, but the way his body reacted, it must’ve been more like a nightmare. In that case, he was glad he couldn’t remember it.

    He pushed himself up and sat on the edge of the bed, opening his eyes slowly and letting it adjust to the light that shone from the window. He could hear people outside, already going about on their normal activities for the day. He could also hear mumbling, too low for even his own enhanced hearing to properly decipher. He did, however, recognize the voice.

    The Beowolfmon turned towards one of the desks of the room to see Cogwej scribbling enthusiastically on a piece of paper. All around his chair seemed to balls of crumpled paper, which Fenrir assumed to be logs or whatever Cog writes down that he deemed not good enough.

    He was a bit surprised, however. While he knew that the Wisemon had the knowledge to surpass that of a scholar, he didn’t peg him to be the kind to make plans so diligently. The old man seemed too scatterbrained and whimsical to do so.

    Fenrir stood up silently just as Cogwej let out a happy cheer, standing up and saying, “I’ve done it!”

    “Done what?” Fenrir asked before he could stop himself.

    The cloaked Digimon turned to Fenrir with gleeful eyes. “Fara! You woke up just in time to witness my masterpiece!” he exclaimed, causing the wolf Digimon to raise an eyebrow skeptically; now he wasn’t only curious but also worried. “Here, here! Observe!” Cogwej told him as he rushed over, placing the piece of paper in front of the wolf man’s face.

    Fenrir took a few seconds to scan it over…and then he blinked in confusion. ‘This…this is…’ he thought in slight shock.

    “Well? Well?” Cogwej asked giddily, looking like he was about to jump up and down like a little school girl about to meet her favorite boy band.

    “It’s…” Fenrir started with a small frown.

    “Wondrous? Magnificent? Breathtaking? Remarkable?” the Wisemon suggested with sparkling eyes.

    “…a pie,” Fenrir deadpanned.

    “The world’s most delectable and amazing peach pie ever created, you mean!” Cog corrected him, happily turning away back to the desk.

    Fenrir turned away, rolling his eyes. He supposed Cogwej really wasn’t doing anything as productive as he suspected. As he did so, he spotted the empty couch. He momentarily wondered where Tiwaz was until he remembered the conversation they had just before bed. He supposed it was a good thing that he wasn’t there; they might have gotten into another argument.

    “Ah, yes, Tawiz informed me that shall be returning to the inn after midday,” Cogwej suddenly said, looking over his shoulder. Fenrir gave a short nod in response. He didn’t particularly care what Tiwaz did. “And he also requested me to tell you that he still considers you mistaken,” Cog then added.

    Fenrir stiffened slightly at his words. Well, it didn’t matter to him what Tiwaz thought. That wouldn’t change his mind. It would take a lot more than a steaming dragon at his throat to make him change a belief formed through a lot of experience and pain. He was simply too proud…too selfish. He sighed.

    “Now, may I curiously inquire as to what he believes you mistaken of?” Cog then asked, suddenly beside Fenrir.

    Damn, crazy, fast geezer,’ Fenrir thought to himself, stepping a bit to the side to make some space between them. The Wisemon could be eerily fast when he wanted to be.

    “Nothing important,” Fenrir told him.

    “Oh, it would not be significant had Tyrwan not mentioned it, would it not?” Cog asked, stepping in front of him with a curious gaze. The Beowolfmon replied with a grimace.

    “It’s not any of your business,” the knight told him with an undertone of a warning.

    Cog then sighed. He knew that Fenrir’s anger, while rarer that Tiwaz’s, was quite much more dangerous, or at the very least, he believed so. It was always hard to read those that tend to be quiet, and those that were unpredictable to him…were always the most dangerous to him. But he couldn’t just let it end with that…

    “Perhaps, unless you’ve already shared your business with me,” the Wisemon replied. “You’re not quite as…sensitive except with the involvement of your quandary.”

    Fenrir grit his teeth. “You vowed not to speak of that,” the Beowolfmon told him.

    “Ah ah,” Cog replied, wagging a finger in front of him. “I vowed never to speak of it to anyone else. I suspect that due to your current knowledge, I am quite able to speak to you about your-“

    Silence, Cogwej!

    Immediately, Cog made the gesture of zipping his mouth. And Fenrir sighed.

    “He asked why I’m helping you,” Fenrir told him.

    Cog blinked. “He does not know?” he asked, receiving a short nod from Fenrir. “I had previously assumed that he was aware of your dilemma, considering that both of you came to me together,” he told the Beowolfmon.

    “He’s just…meddlesome,” Fenrir decided. “Too much for his own good,” he added with a slightly annoyed expression.

    “Officiousness is not an immoral quality, Fey,” the Wisemon told him. “It can be quite a miracle-maker in the right hands.”

    Fenrir shook his head. “This is not one of those times.”


    Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the abrupt roaring coming from Cogwej’s stomach. Both Digimon blinked, and then Cogwej plopped to the floor on his behind, groaning.

    “Oooooh, I suddenly recall that I haven’t consumed anything since last night’s dinner,” the Wisemon said, looking lightheaded. “Deciding upon a recipe for something as wondrous as the world’s most delectable and amazing peach pie all night has made me a lot more ravenous than usual,” he spouted.

    All night…perhaps he is as diligent as I thought,’ Fenrir thought, sighing and grabbing the Wisemon’s arm, putting it over his shoulder and heading to the door. He should ask the Drimogemon innkeeper to make them brunch before the Wisemon faints. He glanced at the cloaked Digimon. ‘His priorities, however…

    As Cog’s stomach growled, he suddenly said, “Mmm…do you suppose that they can make me the world’s most de-“



    Metal clanging loudly against metal rang in Tiwaz’s ear. That was what drew his attention to the building and made him deduce that it was probably where the blacksmith called Pavamana was. He let out a small grin as he walked towards the clay building.

    “Hey, blacksmith!” Tiwaz called out, pushing the dual-swinging doors open. “I’ve got job for you!” he declared as he walked into the building.

    The first thing the EmperorGreymon noticed as he walked in was that, while clean, it was severely lacking in weapons. Almost every blacksmith he knew had a rack of weapons on the wall for customers to see; the walls in this smithy were almost bare except for the cabinets with broken glass windows, and the objects inside them looked like rocks and gems rather than weaponry. The PileVolcamon, holding a hammer and looking at him curiously, and the furnace he was in front of came next, and right beside it was the only weapon in the room; Fenrir’s Beo Sabre.

    “You are…” the blacksmith started, standing up.

    The dragon man grinned and walked over, offering a hand. “I was one of the guys you met yesterday back in the mayor’s house, remember? We weren’t properly introduced; the name’s Tiwaz Koenig,” he introduced himself. “You’re, uh, Pav, right?”

    Pavamana looked at him for a bit before taking the EmperorGreymon’s hand with his free one. “Yes. Pavamana Suchi,” he presented himself, giving Tiwaz a firm handshake.

    “Nice to meet you, Pav,” Tiwaz said as he returned with a large grin. “I heard you were doing the weapon job for the mutt, Fenrir.”

    Pavamana lowered down his hand and nodded, gesturing to the weapon beside his work space. “Done.”

    Tiwaz whistled, impressed. “And just one night, too. You really are a top-rate blacksmith, eh?” he asked, folding his arms and giving the PileVolcamon a nod.

    “Special order by Rhodo,” the blacksmith told him as he turned back to the anvil with a heated pickaxe on it. “For those who’ll save our town,” he added with a tiny smile as he went back to work.

    Tiwaz rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit sheepish but grinning nonetheless. “Only doing what’s right. I’d do the job even if it wasn’t part our reason for being here in the first place,” Tiwaz told him as he went to stand beside the working Digimon. “I mean, Den told me how hard life can be here for all of you. The least we can do is to get rid of all the earthquakes.”

    “Not all of them,” Pavamana told him as he placed the head of the pickaxe into the furnace using a large pair of tongs.

    “Then most of them then,” Tiwaz said as he glanced over at the broken cases at the other end of the room. “Wish we could, though. Even the occasional tremble must be incredibly dangerous for the miners,” the dragon man noted with a grimace.

    The blacksmith nodded his head solemnly in agreement. “Most deaths here are caused by them,” he informed the out-of-towner.

    “Then why are they still working in the mines if it ends up killing a lot of good men?” Tiwaz asked, folding his arms.

    “Survivability. Stability. Family,” Pavamana answered as he took back the mining instrument and started hammering on it. “The town…we wouldn’t survive otherwise.”

    “Well, find a new source of digits then,” Tiwaz suggested. “You must make a pretty good living being the only capable blacksmith in town, right?” he asked between the loud clangor of Pav’s hammer.

    For a moment, the blacksmith stopped and turned to the EmperorGreymon with a humble gaze. “I don’t get paid. Except from visitors. My work…is for the town. To ask anything in return would be disgraceful,” he said seriously.

    Tiwaz shifted his feet a bit in slight embarrassment. “Sorry. Shouldn’t have assumed that,” he apologized.

    The PileVolcamon shook his head. “It’s fine. You’re just…unaware,” he told Tiwaz, making him grin gladly.

    “I have to wonder though, if you don’t get paid for this, how can afford to eat and sleep?” the EmprorGreymon asked. “Like you said, you don’t get a lot of visitors, so you must not get a lot of profits.”

    Pavamana turned back to his work at hand, the room once again filling with the sound of metal clanks. “Rhodo.”

    Tiwaz blinked for a few seconds. “The mayor?” he asked after a moment. “You mean you live with the guy?”

    Pav gave nod in reply, saying, “For better or worse.”

    The dragon man folded his arms and looked up at the ceiling. “You must be close with him then, right?” he asked after a bit of thinking.

    “I…suppose,” he replied after a few seconds.

    “Known each other long?” Tiwaz pressed a bit more. He was beginning to find out that trying to get the PileVolcamon was a whole lot harder than getting Fenrir to.

    “We were childhood friends,” Pav told him, not even glancing at the dragon man.

    The reptilian Digimon raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Really? I wouldn’t have guessed; I thought you were just some important advisor or something, considering that he wanted to talk to you after we explained the situation,” Tiwaz said.

    “He just wanted my opinion on something,” Pavamana told him shortly.

    Tiwaz frowned a bit and scratched the top of his head. “You two best friends or something?” he then asked.

    Pavamana seemed to stop his work for a moment to think before continuing on. “Perhaps…in the past,” Pav admitted, although his outward appearance would have made someone think that he didn’t particularly mind it.

    “Did you two have a falling out or something?” the EmperorGreymon asked with a raised eyebrow. “Couldn’t be. You two seemed just fine yesterday.”

    The reply was a shake of a head. “No. He’s just very busy, as am I,” Pavamana explained.

    “Ah,” Tiwaz breathed out, nodding in comprehension. “I guess it must be hard to just sit and talk when both of you seem to have really important jobs to do: you supplying the miners with tools, and him making sure the town stays running.”

    The blacksmith nodded as he placed the heated metal into a bucket of water beside him, steam emanating from the container. He pulled out the worked-on object and gave it a thorough look-over for imperfections and slight deformations.

    “Huh. Rhodo has a kid, though, so I assume he also has a wife,” Tiwaz then thought, folding his arms and tilting his head in thought. Pavamana frowned, but didn’t say anything. “How about you? Got a girlfriend or wife too?” the EmperorGreymon asked him with a sly grin.

    Pavamana stopped what he was doing and turned to Tiwaz in slight surprise, wondering where that question seemed to come from. “Uh…” he started, not quite sure what to say.

    “No…I’m single,” the PileVolcamon decided to say as he stood up and walked over to the table in front of the cabinets and placed the mining instrument on it. “Too…occupied,” he told Tiwaz.

    “Too occupied, eh?” Tiwaz wondered, although he had lowered his voice too much for Pavamana to hear. He had a sly smile on his face. “Guess you just need a little help,” the dragon man decided, making a mental note to himself.

    Just as Tiwaz was about to speak again, Pavamana then turned back to him with a curious gaze. “You had a job for me?” he asked in a tone that was a notch louder than what he had used during their conversation.

    Tiwaz blinked. “Oh yeah, I wanted to ask if you could also sharpen my Dragon Soul Sword too,” he said, taking his weapon and pointing it at the wall.

    Pavamana approached the EmperorGreymon to give the weapon a closer look. He leaned closer to the weapon, squinting his eyes and holding his hands under the weapon, palms up. “May I?” he asked, glancing at Tiwaz.

    “Sure,” the EmperorGreymon said as he laid the weapon in the PileVolcamon’s hands.

    The blacksmith weighed it in his hands for a moment before taking hold of the hilt with one hand and letting the other travel along the blade, testing the smoothness of the side and the sharpness of the edge. Then he took the handle with both hands and held it perpendicular to the ground, slowly tilting his hands until the blade was parallel with the ground.

    “Heavy, but incredibly durable, but...its weight…”

    Tiwaz suddenly frowned. He didn’t like the way that sounded. “But what? What about its weight? Is there something wrong with my weapon?”

    Pav turned to him with a curious expression. “It was under extreme heat.” he suddenly told Tiwaz. “It’s heavier at the end, also slightly deformed, almost unnoticeable.”

    The EmperorGreymon then smiled in realization. “Oh, right, that. Yeah, it’s kind of hard to explain,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I guess it needs a bit more than a little polishing, eh?” he asked as he gave the weapon in Pavamana’s hand a glance.

    The PileVolcamon gave him an analyzing look for a few seconds before nodding slowly. “I’ll finish by tonight. Tomorrow if necessary,” he informed the knight.

    Tiwaz gave him a large, appreciative grin. “Great! I’ll come back for it tomorrow then,” Tiwaz then told him. He was about to walk back out of the room, but he stopped when the PileVolcamon called out to him.

    “Can you give Fenrir’s sword back?” the blacksmith asked as he went over to the dual-bladed weapon. Tiwaz made a point to make a scowl at the thought since he and the Beowolfmon weren’t on good terms. At all. However…

    I’m not that petty,’ the dragon man thought as he went over and nodded.

    “Sure, I can do that,” he told the blacksmith as he took the weapon, placing it where his Dragon Soul Sword would usually be; it wasn’t a perfect fit, but it would do until he saw the mutt again. He gave him a grin that the PileVolcamon returned with readily with a small smile. Then the EmperorGreymon became a bit thoughtful. “Hey, if me, the mutt and the old geezer come back from the mines early, maybe you, me and Den can hit the local tavern tonight,” Tiwaz suggested with a grin.

    Pavamana blinked at him. “I have work,” he told the dragon man, looking a bit nervous.

    “Come on, I bet you’ve been working all night and day; you could do with a bit of R and R,” the dragon man suggested, the gears in his mind suddenly working faster. “I’ll come pick you up after I meet up with Den. Later, Pav,” he told the blacksmith with an enthusiastic grin before exiting the room before Pavamana could reject the offer. It seems that he can get to work on his plan to get the PileVolcamon a girlfriend sooner than he thought.

    The blacksmith sighed and shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck with a free hand. Despite that, he couldn’t help but give a small smile. It had been way too long since someone asked for his presence just for a simple get together.

    Well, in any case, it was going to be a while before Tiwaz will come and force him to go against his will; he had the feeling that the EmperorGreymon won’t take no for an answer. He had better warn Rhodo and the barkeeper before then, too.
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    (Seventeen minutes earlier…)

    “I really think that this is a bad idea, Camille.”

    The young Armadillomon stopped and looked over her shoulder at the other children behind her. One was a wide-eyed and excited goblin like Digimon. He was a Grumblemon, and he was too entranced by the rocky and stone cavern and the lanterns adorning the walls that they were in to pay attention to what the fidgety Tapirmon beside him was saying. The last of them, a silent humanoid stone Digimon, commonly known as a Gotsumon, followed silently, looking behind them every once in a while.

    “Lighten up, Yaya,” the daughter of the mayor told the Tapirmon. “Just look at Ratch and JJ; they’re perfectly fine,” she said, pointing at the Grumblemon and Gotsumon with her tail before continuing on to lead the four deeper into the miner’s shaft that they were walking through.

    Yaya rubbed her arms nervously nonetheless. “That’s different! Ratchet never cares if he’s in danger or trouble,” she said, glaring at the still distracted Grumblemon. “And Jay’s stronger than all three of us combined; he doesn’t have to worry about a thing,” she then added.

    “Hey!” the hybrid Digimon beside her exclaimed. “Just ‘cause the rock can lift bigger rocks than I can doesn’t mean he’s stronger than me!”

    “Actually, it does,” Cammie interjected.

    “Well, I’m older!” Ratch stated grumpily, folding his arms and looking over his shoulder to give the mineral Digimon the stink eye, and then he proceeded to trip, landing on his larger than average nose.

    “And clumsier,” Yaya teased, rolling her eyes as she simply floated over the many rocks and pebbles that could make someone like Ratchet trip.

    A second later, JJ stood over the Grumblemon, offering his hand. “Here,” he said in a low, steady tone.

    “I can stand by myself!” the goblin Digimon replied huffily as slapped the helping hand away and pushed himself up to a stand. “I don’t need help from some weird, walking boulder,” he added, folding his arms indignantly as the two females in his presence rolled their eyes. The other Digimon simply shrugged.

    “Come on, Camille; let’s just go home,” the Tapirmon said after the short event. “Knowing Ratch, he’ll bump into something important and cause the ceiling to fall on us,” she theorized, shuddering at the idea.”

    “No, I won’t!” Ratchet retorted, glaring at the legless Digimon.

    “Yes, you will! You always get us into trouble!” she replied, glaring back at him.

    “Oh, won’t you two keep quiet already?” Cammie called out behind her as they reached a fork in the path. After a few moments worth of thinking, she decided to go down the left path. “Don’t any of you want to save the town?”

    “Of course!” Ratchet said, grinning. “We’ll be heroes! And being called a hero is so worth getting a scolding from momma! I even bet dad would be too proud to even get angry at me every again!” he fantasized, puffing up his chest.

    “Or we’ll end up lost and end up dying all alone in here,” Yaya muttered to herself in fear, glancing behind her, past Jay, at the entrance that the Gotsumon made for them which was already long gone in the darkness of the tunnel.

    Cammie sighed. “Look, Yaya, I’m one hundred percent positive that the weird old guy that tried to catch you-“

    The Tapirmon shuddered at the memory.

    “-said that the relic thingie was inside the mountain, and the mine shafts can lead all the way down really deep where it’s supposed to be. If we can get it out of here and give it to those travellers, then we’ll save the town and get rid of them,” the Armadillomon told her. “Then you won’t ever have to worry about getting experimented on.”

    The Tapirmon thought for a moment. “Well, if you put it that way…” she trailed off.

    “Ha! If it were me, I would have clobbered that crazy old man and sent him flying, along with those henchmen of his!” Ratchet claimed, glancing at Cogwej’s unfortunate victim. “I bet I could take all three of them at the same time!”

    “Like the time you challenged uncle Pav to an arm wrestling match?” Cammie teased, remembering how the Grumblemon grumbled about having a sore hand for weeks.

    “I’ve told you, it was cuz I didn’t warm up before,” said the Grumblemon, his face tinting red slightly as Yaya snickered.

    “Because of you, he even challenged more people to arm wrestling matches,” Cammie said, laughing in remembrance. “Daddy had to give everyone a break the day after because they all had to help uncle calm down,” she added as Yaya caught her laughter and Ratchet turned even redder.

    Then Yaya turned thoughtful. She looked over her shoulder. “Hey, Jay, you helped them with Pavamana that night, right?” she asked, searching her memory.

    “Yep,” the Gotsumon said, nodding as his stony mouth curving upwards slightly.

    “It must’ve been really hard. We all know how rowdy uncle Pav can get,” she said, more to herself than the other three in the room.

    “Aww, you know that he doesn’t mean most of the things he does when he’s like that,” Cammie defended her pseudo-uncle. The PileVolcamon was like a second-father to her, and he was one of the few people that she had relied on when her mother died.

    “I know but-“ she was suddenly stopped when Jay put a hand on her shoulder. “Jay?” she asked, looking at the Gotsumon, who had a concentrated expression on his face

    “What is it, JJ?” Cammie asked, turning back to them.

    “Yeah, what’s the hold up, Rocky?” Ratchet asked, folding his arms. Jay put a finger on his lips, telling the Grumblemon to stay quiet. That didn’t set well with said Grumblemon. “What? Just cause you don’t like talking much doesn’t mean I can’t,” he told the Gotsumon, glaring.

    A moment later, the tunnel started to shake, and the children sans Jay screamed in terror.

    “Gwaaaaagh!” Ratchet yelled as he fell on his bum, wide eyed as fear started to overtake his body. “Okay, okay, I’ll shut up! Just stop whatever you’re doing!” he pleaded as he tried and failed to get back up.

    “It’s not him, idiot! And stay down!” Cammie yelled, getting down and covering her head with her forepaws. “It’s another quake!

    “Kyaaaaaa! Someone, heeeeeelp!” Yaya screamed, ducking on the ground as JJ stood over her protectively, squinting against the stones from the cieling that began to fall on top of them.

    Ratchet gave out a yell as a piece of debris the size of his head suddenly dropped beside him with a loud thud. “Bwaaaa! The ceiling’s starting to give!” he announced in fright, getting on his hands and knees and crawling his way past Cammie.

    “H-hey, come back here, you fraidy Gatomon!” Cammie ordered, turning over at him. As she did so, however, her foot suddenly lost its balance, causing her to land back on her injured forearm and her chin with a thud. She groaned against the shuddering earth and forced herself to open her eyes, and the sight in front of her caused adrenaline to suddenly rush through her body. “Jay! Above you!” she shouted.

    Without even bothering to look at what Camille shouted about, the Gotsumon wrapped his arms around the screaming Yaya and jumped forward. A second later, as he and the Tapirmon rolled on the shaking ground, a large piece of the ceiling crashed behind them with loud boom, followed by more sizable debris that began to block the way they came from.

    And then, just like that, the shaking ended.

    The first to recover was Camille, who got on her legs shakily, wincing at the jolt of pain running up her reopened wound. She ignored it in favor of trying to find out how her friends were. “H-hey, is e-everyone o-okay?” she asked, unable to keep the remnant of fear in her voice. If anything happened to any of her friends, it would be her fault. She would never forgive herself.

    “I’m f-fine…I-I think…” Ratchet’s voice called out behind her weakly. He was cowering beside a wooden beam that had somehow held its own against the earthquake. “W-what about Y-Yaya a-and Jay?” he asked, unable to get his trembling limbs to stand up.

    The Armadillomon turned to them. “Jay? Y-yaya?” she called out to the two, who were still lying on the ground. “P-please…s-say something,” she begged as she forced herself to walk towards them.

    As she stood over them, relief flooded her whole body. “Jay! Y-you’re awake!” she said, but then she frowned. “What about Yaya?” she asked worriedly.

    “Unconscious,” the Gotsumon answered as he stood up, looking at the Tapirmon over. “But fine,” he deduced, turning back at Cammie with a soft smile.

    “Thank goodness,” the Armadillomon said with her own soft smile. She then turned back to Ratchet. “Hey, Ratch, think you can stand?”

    After a few seconds, the Grumblemon nodded and used the wooden beam to help himself up slowly. Although he was able to stand, his legs were still shaking. “Y-yeah,” he then replied, looking at her.

    “Good,” she commented as she turned back to Jay, who was propping Yaya up to rest on the wall of the mine shaft. “Hey, Jay, do you think you can get some of those smaller rocks out?” she questioned, gesturing to the boulders that was blocking the way to their exit.

    The Gotsumon looked at her curiously. “Yes, but…”

    “Okay then,” she interrupted, the side that made her the leader of her small group coming out. “I need you two to trust me on this, okay? Jay, get as many rocks as you can out from there without causing the thing to cave in again,” she ordered the Gotsumon. Then she turned to Ratchet. “Then you and JJ will have to go and find someone to help me and Yaya out of here, got it?”

    The Grumblemon grimaced. “What? Why can’t you come with us?” he asked as he approached her. “I mean, mister strong guy can carry Yaya, and you can lean on me on the way back, right?”

    Cammie frowned. “Yeah, but the way I am right now, I’ll only be really slowing you down. Plus, Jay may be strong, but he’s not going to be able to make an exit and carry Yaya all the way back. And he might also have to help remove some more debris if more rocks fell down on the path,” she reasoned. “This is the fastest way to get me and Yaya out of here,” she said, looking down and feeling ashamed that she had gotten them in such a situation.

    “I…I guess,” Ratchet relented, rubbing the back of his neck. Then he turned to Jay. “Well, let’s get to it then. I’ll even help you,” he told Jay, who smiled slightly at him and went to work.

    After a moment’s worth of careful and grueling work, the two were finally able to make a hole that was large enough for the Grumblemon and Gotsumon to go through. Jay went through first, looking back at his two friends with determination before going through.

    Ratchet turned to Cammie unsurely. “We’ll…we’ll get you out of here, Cammie. Just stay here, all right?”

    The armadillo Digimon gave him a small, reassuring smile. “I’m not going anywhere. Hurry back, okay?”

    The Grumblemon nodded as he followed Jay through the hole they made, quickly getting into a run. After a few minutes, however, the goblin Digimon started to feel the aftereffects of the adrenaline that had run through his body during the quake. “Hey, Rocky, wait up!” he called out to the other Digimon.

    Jay did as he told, stopping and turning to him with a slight tilt of his head. “Yes?”

    “G-gimme…a minute or two…to get my breathe back,” the Grumblemon grumbled, dragging himself over until he was near the mineral Digimon. “I just…need…a few…seconds,” he told him, putting a hand on a nearby wooden beam.

    As he did so, both of them heard the creaking of wood. The reaction was instantaneous.

    “Ratchet!” Jay yelled, pushing the older Digimon away as the wooden beam beside him and the one across it suddenly gave way falling down on the Gotsumon.

    As the Grumblemon landed on his back after the push, he heard the loud slamming that told of the state of the mine shaft. His eyes widened, seeing the cloud of dust that had been kicked up by the falling of the wooden beams. “Jay!!” he yelled, quickly getting up to his feet and blowing the dust away with his hands. What he saw when the veil of dirt cleared made his jaw drop.

    Holding up the weight of not only the wooden beams but also some of the fallen rocks was Jay. It would not have been as much of a surprise if Jay had digivolved into a Golemon, yet he was still in his rookie form of a Gotsumon. Ratchet knew and grudgingly accepted that the stone Digimon was very strong for his age, but what Jay was doing was unbelievable.

    “J-J-J-Jay…y-y-y-you’re…” the Grumblemon stuttered, stepping backwards in shock.

    Jay, meanwhile, was visibly shaking, looking at the other Digimon with one open eye. “R-Ratchet…go…” he told the Grumblemon.

    “W-what?” Ratchet asked, blinking.

    “Find…help…!” Jay ordered him, gesturing with his head the small opening that was large enough for the Grumblemon to crawl through.

    The goblin Digimon blinked. “B-b-but you-“

    GO!” the Gotsumon commanded, his voice suddenly reaching a tone that Ratchet had never heard him use before.

    Without waiting a further second, Ratchet scrambled to the opening that Jay gave him, quickly crawling through. “Don’t die on me, Rocky! We’ve still got a score to settle!” the Grumblemon declared as he got back on his feet and dashed for the entrance. He could already feel the wind coming from it.

    Jay, meanwhile, was beginning to lose strength. “I…gotta…” he muttered as he tried to concentrate, closing his eyes. “Only…one…try…” Then in one quick motion, he let go and jumped forward, letting the wood and stone fall behind him with a loud boom as he landed on his belly, feeling exhausted. The Gotsumon closed his eyes, feeling relief that he was able to get his friend out. Hopefully, he’ll get help soon.

    Then another thought came to him. He was able to hold up the weight of the wooden beams and part of the ceiling. He shouldn’t have been able to do that even at his strongest. It had been his adrenaline that had kept him from thinking about it when he was doing so, since the only thing he was thinking about was protecting Ratchet and getting help to Cammie and Yaya. Now with a clearer head, he was dumbstruck at his act of strength.

    Now that he thought about it, he remembered feeling a great rush of energy running through his body. It was a feeling like no other, being empowered from the bottom up. He wondered if it was just adrenaline…but it felt so much different than that. He just…couldn’t explain it.

    He opened his eyes, pushing himself up and looking behind him. He wondered if he could somehow make another small opening for him to crawl through, but then he realized how tired his body felt. He had too little energy to even make an attempt at it.

    The Gotsumon stood up, sighing and shaking his head. He supposed he could always go back to the girls. He was sure that at least Camille had heard the boom caused by the falling of part of the mine shaft; he should go and ease their worries.

    As he turned to go back, however, he spotted a new entrance that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. At the very least, he was sure he hadn’t seen it on the way where Cammie and Yaya were. He didn’t even notice it when he and Ratchet were running down the path. He supposed it must have opened up due to the quake.

    Stranger still, he was getting the feeling that something down the new path was calling him. It wasn’t like the way someone would call someone’s name out from across the street. It was much more like some unknown force pulling at him to go down…and for some reason, he answered its call.

    Jay started to walk down the new path, wondering what it was that was summoning his presence.


    “Damn, that was a strong one,” Tiwaz muttered to himself, pushing himself from the ground. “I’ll be damned if I have to go through a quake a day,” he added as he brushed away the dust and dirt that got on his armor off of him.

    “Teeza!” someone suddenly called. It was a familiar voice, and for some reason, he had a feeling that whoever said it was referring to him. The EmperorGreymon sighed and put a hand in front of his eyes; he had hoped to be have a little more freedom before he’d have to play babysitter again.

    “It’s Tiwaz, you crazy geezer!” the dragon man replied, turning to where the Wisemon’s voice came from.

    Just as he thought, the cloaked Digimon was running towards him with an ecstatic expression on his face. Behind him, Fenrir was walking at his own pace, looking around and observing the damage that the quake had caused.

    “What are both of you doing out? I said I’d be back a little after lunch time, didn’t I?” Tiwaz called out to them as he met them halfway. “Besides, what about all the supplies? Aren’t both of you supposed to wait for it with the mayor?” he asked, standing in front of the duo with his hands on his hips.

    “Done,” Fenrir answered him, gesturing to Cogwej with a turn of his head.

    “All our provisions are within the temporal dimension of my Space-Time Stones,” the Wisemon told him, letting two spheres of red and orange appear from the openings of his sleeves and float around him. “They are much more practical than a bag of leather skin, are they not?” he asked with obvious delight that Tiwaz couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

    “And we decided to head to the mines now,” the Beowolfmon then said. “The sooner we find the Spirit, the better off the town will be,” he added, looking around. “They’ll be safer…”

    The Beowolfmon was looking to where a Protoceratops-like digimon, a Monochromon, had shielded a young Gazimon, a digimon that looked like a mix between a dog and a cat, from a sign that fell during the quake. If the dinosaur Digimon wasn’t there, then the Rookie level would probably have been heavily injured…or worse. The wolf warrior shook his head and turned back to the dragon knight.

    “Are you ready?”

    Tiwaz gave him a resolute look. “Always, mutt,” he replied with a grin. “Speaking of which, I don’t think you will be until you get this,” he added as he unsheathed the Beo Sabre from his back and then tossed it to the Beowolfmon. Unlike any sensible person, Cog looked at in interestedly even as it passed over his head instead of running for cover.

    “My sword,” Fenrir muttered to himself as he sidestepped caught the weapon by the hilt before the blade could embed itself in his shoulder. He frowned but he gave Tiwaz a glance. “My thanks…” he said tentatively.

    Tiwaz gave a shrug to make it look like he didn’t really care. “Don’t think I forgive for what you said, mutt,” he started, looking away.

    “Didn’t expect it to,” Fenrir replied as he sheathed his weapon, getting familiar with the slightly altered weight of his sharpened blades.

    “My, both of you get along really well for people who were just in a barney!” Cogwej suddenly said, causing both Digimon to look at him in disbelief. His spheres seemed to have gone back wherever they were hidden within the Wisemon’s person.

    “A what?” Tiwaz repeated, blinking in confusion.

    “A barney! It means-“

    “We don’t have time for this,” Fenrir suddenly interrupted, not really wanting to know. “We need to get to the mines,” he said as he began walking past them and towards the mountain.

    “Ah, yes,” the Wisemon said, planting a fist into an open palm. “This is the ideal moment to begin our search!” he noted as he followed the Beowolfmon.

    “Why’s that?” Tiwaz asked, quickly getting into step beside the old Digimon.

    “Because at this time, the mineworkers should be withdrawing from the mines on the chance that the tremor we just experienced may be followed by an aftershock,” Cog informed him. “Thus, we will not distract or be hindered by the miners during our exploration.”

    “That sounds good,” the EmperorGreymon said with a grin. And then something the Wisemon said got to him. “Wait a minute, you mean that there’s a chance there’s going to be another quake?” he asked.

    The Wisemon nodded with a carefree expression.

    “…And we’ll be inside the mines during it?” Tiwaz asked, beginning to frown.

    “Of course!” Cog replied, still with his happy-go-lucky tone.

    “Scared?” Fenrir suddenly asked, looking over his shoulder slightly.

    “Me? Scared?” Tiwaz asked as if the mere idea was impossible. “I just don’t want to have to drag your butts out of the mines after a tremor,” he said, folding his arms.

    The Beowolfmon rolled his eyes as the trio reached the part where many Digimon seemed to have gathered right in front of the mines. Amid the ruckus and clamor of men, he could hear Rhodo’s loud voice guiding and supervising the miners’ evacuation.

    “I think I can hear the mayor’s voice; we should get to him and tell him that we’re going in,” Tiwaz said, looking past the mineworkers’ heads to look for the Blastmon and putting a hand over his eyes to shade his eyes from the glare of the sun.

    “Think he’ll let us in?” Fenrir wondered as he did the same.

    “Whether he gives us permission or not is superfluous; as we are not denizens of Baking Town, we are not bound by the mayor’s regulations, and we have already been bidden to search for the Spirit of Earth, but he did not limit us as to when,” Cog said, rubbing his palms together.

    “Bakhu Town,” Fenrir corrected as he turned and gave the Wisemon an analyzing glance. It seems that Cogwej hid a bit more cunning behind his whimsical front.

    “I think I see him,” Tiwaz then said with a grin. “Come on.”

    The dragon knight, wolf warrior and cloaked scholar began to walk through the miners, he and his companions gaining quite a bit of attention as they did so. All three did their best to ignore the looks…or rather, two of them did while the last one waved and greeted each one that caught his eye. Fenrir decided that he would have to teach Cogwej to try to be less noticeable…though he doubted it would be possible considering how conspicuous the Wisemon tended to act.

    “Hey, Rhodo!” their EmperorGreymon called out, putting an arm in the air to wave at the mayor. “How’s the evacuation going?”

    The gem-covered Digimon turned to the trio. “As always. My men have gone through enough drills to know what to do,” he informed them.

    “Any casualties?” Fenrir asked as they stopped in front of the mayor.

    “None, fortunately,” Rhodo replied as he closed his eyes in relief. “But we will have to wait before we can go back into the mines,” he said, turning to the entrance of the metal-rich caverns.

    “Yeah, about that-“

    “We’ll begin our search now,” Cogwej interrupted Tiwaz.

    Rhodo gave them a surprised look. “Are you mad?” he asked, wide eyed.

    “Well, this guy might be,” Tiwaz said, pointing to the Wisemon to his side. “But this means we can search without your guys in the way, or us in getting in their way. Besides, we’re tougher than we look, and some measly tremor isn’t going to scare me.”

    “Yes, but-“ the mayor started with a frown, only to be interrupted by Fenrir.

    “We are aware of the dangers,” the wolfman told him.

    “Very well, but as mayor, I cannot let you do that!” he replied, scowling. “I am putting the lives of you, my guests, in danger, and that would give my town a very bad impression. You will also need a guide, and I am not going to risk the life of one of my miners to do so.”

    “Look, we can handle ourselves just fine; we don’t need someone to show us the way,” Tiwaz replied.

    The Blastmon’s face turned angry. “I told you that I am not-“

    “Let them go,” a voice behind the trio suddenly said, causing them to look over their shoulders.

    “You,” Fenrir muttered, blinking in mild surprise.

    “Hey, Pav!” Tiwaz said, grinning. The PileVolcamon that approached them from the crowd of miners returned his grin with a small smile and a nod. In his hand was Tiwaz’s Dragon Soul Sword.

    “Pavamana…what are you saying?” Rhodo asked with raised eyebrows, his rage turning into surprise.

    “These people are…strong, Rhodo. Far stronger than you realize,” he said as he glanced at the weapon in his hand before looking at Tiwaz. “I believe that they can take whatever dangers come their way,” he said, offering them a wider smile. Tiwaz gave him an appreciative nod.

    “I…see,” Rhodo said, propping one of his elbows on an arm against his chest, his chin on his fist. A moment of silence, and then he turned to them. “Very well, you have my permission to enter the caverns, but I implore you to take care.”

    Fenrir gave him a nod. “We will,” he said as he turned to the entrance of the mines.

    “Oooh, I can’t wait to see what the Spirit of Earth looks like!” Cogwej said giddily.

    “Yeah, yeah. Just remember not to touch it,” Tiwaz told him before he turned to Pavamana. “So, what’s up with my sword? You done with it already?” he asked as he looked at his weapon.

    “Tiwaz,” Pavamana started, looking at him in the eye as he handed back the weapon to the confused dragon man. “There’s something I need to-“

    Before the blacksmith could finish his sentence, a shrill voice caught their attention.


    Immediately, all the people in front of the mines turned to the direction it came from, which was to one side of the mine entrance. A figure, somewhat small, was dashing towards them at harried speeds. Almost instantly, both Tiwaz and Fenrir knew something was wrong. Before any of them could say anything, Rhodo walked past them.

    “Ratch!” he called out to his daughter’s friend. “What did you do n-!”

    The Blastmon stopped once he noticed how battered the Grumblemon looked. “Ratchet! You’re injured!” he said as he quickened his pace into a run.

    The miners then began a clamor as they also began to rush towards he innkeeper’s son, but they were stopped by an arm. “Stop!” Pavamana commanded. No one dared to make another step, and Tiwaz and Fenrir looked at the blacksmith, the latter wondering just who the PileVolcamon was to the town. It seemed like he was no ordinary blacksmith.

    “Someone, call a doctor,” he ordered before he too went over to the injured Rookie Digimon. Fenrir and Tiwaz gave each other a look before nodding to each other and doing the same, Cogwej wondering what they were nodding about but following them anyway.

    “Come on, little one, tell me what happened,” Rhodo said softly, kneeling over the exhausted Ratchet, whose hands were propped on his knees as he panted heavily.

    “The others…Jay…Cammie and Yaya,” the Grumblemon said between pants.

    At the sound of his daughter’s name, Rhodo grabbed the child’s shoulders in terror. “Camille!? Tell me, boy! What happened!?” he asked, fear suddenly clutching at his heart.

    “Gwah!” Ratchet yelled in surprise.

    “Rhodo, calm down,” Pavamana said behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Your panicking is not helping.”

    “…R-right…I apologize, Ratchet,” the Blastmon said, letting the Grumblemon go. “Please continue,” he requested softly despite the dread that was filling him. If something happened to his daughter, he didn’t know what he would do.

    “Th-they’re…trapped in…the caves,” Ratchet said, falling into a sitting position, looking at the ground sadly. “A-and…I just…left them,” he added shamefully, grimacing.

    “No, young one,” Fenrir then said as he appeared. “What you did is a brave thing,” he informed the goblin Digimon.

    “Who else would have come for help then?” Tiwaz added as he too appeared within the Grumblemon’s vision.

    “B-but I still…”

    “You did good, Ratchet,” Rhodo told him, rubbing Ratchet’s shoulder affectionately. “But how did you get in the mines in the first place. The entrance is always guarded by two of the townsmen,” he asked, frowning. If the children got through, then either he would have to tighten security…or someone was going to suffer his wrath. He put them on watch for a reason.

    “Jay…made us…an entrance,” Ratchet answered, looking behind him.

    “Jay?” Pavamana repeated. “Jameson? He did…” he trailed off.

    “I see…is he with the girls right now?” Rhodo asked, knowing just how capable the mineral Digimon was. The Gotsumon child was quite a peculiar one in the town. Quiet, but always the first one to help others when it was needed even if it wasn’t asked for. Jay also lived with his only brother since his parents died during a strong earthquake… He can’t imagine how what must be going on within the Gotsumon’s mind. While he was worried, he could at least put some of his worries to rest knowing that Jay would make sure that Camille and Yaya would stay safe

    “I-I-I d-don’t know,” Ratchet said, looking away nervously, causing Rhodo to narrow his eyes in worry.

    “Pavamana, marshal the men. We’re going to find them,” the mayor said, standing up and turning to them.

    “Don’t,” Tiwaz suddenly interrupted. “We’ll go find them,” he said, folding his arms and giving the Blastmon an look that said that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

    The Blastmon turned to him with an angry sneer. “You cannot stop me!” he growled. “My daughter is in there!”

    “And you are the mayor of this town,” Fenrir told him calmly. “If something happens to you, this town is going to be in danger.”

    “Not to mention the hazards you will expose your men into,” Cog added. “Your home would be in quite a lot of danger if they were to lose a few good men,” he said, turning to the crowd behind them.

    Rhodo grit his teeth, knowing that that they were right. “But still…my daughter!” he pleaded. “At the very least, let me go with you. I have to make sure she’s safe!”

    “No,” Pavamana told him, putting a reassuring and warm hand on his shoulder. “Bakhu town needs you,” he informed the Blastmon.


    I will go,” his best friend said with a small smile.

    “You?” Rhodo asked, his eyes widening. “No! I won’t allow i-“

    “Let me do this, Rhodo.” The PileVolcamon gave his friend a beseeching look. “Please. I will bring back your daughter. It’s the least I can do after-“

    “Stop, Pav,” the Blastmon said, his expression turning morose. “You know it wasn’t your fault,” he said in a soft voice.

    “Still,” the PileVolcamon said. “Trust in me.”

    The Blastmon frowned, and for that moment, he and Pavamana locked eyes, having a conversation that only the two of them could hear. And finally…

    “Very well. I trust you,” the mayor said, sighing and shaking his head. “Please…make sure she’s safe,” he said with sorrowful eyes.

    Pavamana gave him a small smile before turning to Tiwaz, Fenrir and Cogwej. “I hope you don’t mind,” he told them.

    “We’re not going to convince you otherwise?” Tiwaz asked with a raised eyebrow. Unlike the mayor, they didn’t have anything to persuade the blacksmith to change his mind. “Aren’t you the only blacksmith here?” he inquired with folded arms.

    “I am not,” Pavamana replied. “I have two apprentices; one has learned enough to become a capable smith without my help,” he told them as Rhodo gave him a peculiar look.

    “Well then, let’s get going!” Cogwej declared.

    After a moment, Fenrir nodded and turned to Ratchet. “Is the entrance in the direction you came from?”

    The Grumblemon shook his head a bit unsteadily. “Y-yeah, you can’t miss it,” he told them as he stood back on trembling legs. “You’re g-gonna save my friends, r-right?”

    Tiwaz put a hand on the Grumblemon’s head. “You bet we are, kid,” he said with certainty. “Now you should get back home to your mom and dad; they must be worried about you,” he told the Grumblemon, making him wince.

    “Don’t worry,” Rhodo said as he put his arm around the child. “I’ll personally bring him home to his parents myself,” he told them.

    “Uh…m-maybe I should g-go to the doc’s instead,” Ratchet muttered as the mayor brought him back to town, not feeling good with the idea of meeting his parents. He was positive he was in for a scolding combined with a grounding.

    “Well then, we’ve got no time to waste. Let’s go!” Tiwaz said as he hastily started for the entrance of the mines, Fenrir, Cogwej and Pavamana running after him him.
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    There are stories made from the imagination. There are stories born from experience.
    There are stories told because of a need to be filled. There are stories that simply need to be told.
    This is one of them.

    “Maybe there really is a method to his madness…or maybe he’s just plain insane."
    Chapter 3: Act III is out and posted!

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    “Fara! You awoke up just in time to witness my masterpiece!”
    "You awoke"

    “For those who’ll save our town,” he added with a tiny small as he went back to work.
    "tiny smile"

    “Only doing what’s right. I’d do the job even if it wasn’t part our reason for being here in the first place,”

    “No, I won’t!” Ratchet retorted, glaring at the leg-less Digimon.
    "legless", I think

    and he was one of the few people that she had relied on when he mother died.
    "when her"

    Hurry back ,okay?”
    "back, okay?"

    This was an good chapter. You're getting better at handling Pav, I noticed. The description was good and the kids had believable personalities. I like how Bakhu really feels like a real town with real people. It's reeeaaal!

    Hmm, the humour was good, but there wasn't so much that it overshadowed the dramatic parts. I'm curious as to what Fenrir and Cog talked about. And I also want to know what Pav was going to tell Tiwaz along with what the Spirit of Earth does aside from cause earthquakes. I'm pretty excited for the next chapter.

    I feel like there's more I wanted to say, but I'm blanking right now. It was well done though.
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    Well, I remembered to review this.

    I quite liked Odie's letter to Uly at the beginning. It was fun to see what he thought of everybody and it helped bridge the gap between the last chapter. You've got his personality down pretty well, I'd say.

    former Karatenmon had taken was still alive in a sense, it felt had felt like it.
    "it had felt like it" maybe.

    Taranis preferring his Beetlemon form in public places makes sense. And its nice to see Tiwaz's squirming at the sight of rabbit digimon. xD

    “Er, no, I’m Ashe, pronounced ‘Ah-shee’, not ‘Ash’,” the Gargomon replied, shaking Tiwaz’s hand anyway.
    I don't think he would have to explain the phonetics of his name considering Taranis already said his name, unless Taranis said it wrong. Heh.

    "Now go with bunnies; they’ll show you around"
    the bunnies

    “Kale, dear? Is that you?” an old but distinctly feminine voice called?
    Lost the "?"

    “MagnaGarurumon’s not as strong, but it’s fast,”

    I'm pretty sure that MagnaGarurumon is stronger than Beowolfmon, considering the levels in Frontier.

    “Or what, frog man!? You gonna croak me to death?” the Panjamon said,


    Also, you probably didn't need to name those henchmen considering they had a pretty minimal impact in the story. For unimportant characters like that, I prefer to just call them by species name unless a character addresses them directly, so that unwarranted importance isn't given to them and taken from other characters.

    Well, done rereading that side-chapter. It was certainly wacky. I look forward to reading the next chapter, as I'm wondering more about these villains that have been following them. Hope you'll post it soon.
    Claimed: Grovyle - November 10th, 2013

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    Chapter III: The Land of Ice and Sea

    Act 1: A Chilly Reception

    Also known as

    “Your most sacred duty in life is to eat food?”

    Adventurer’s Log
    4th Day, 6th Month of XX11

    Two weeks have passed into the trip. There’s nothing of real importance to note. Last week, the bandits appeared, though Tiwaz and his friends easily kept them away from the caravan and the trails. It’s been smooth sailings since then, and this has probably been the smoothest ride I’ve been on. You know, figuratively, since these dirt roads are far from smooth. They’re more rocky than smooth, and my butt can attest to it.

    Mistress Cher finally realized that Cogweg isn’t attracted or even interested in her. Can’t say I blame him. You could say he threw a ‘cog’ in her plans. You can expect her to come back to the guild in two weeks; be prepared for ranting and a lot of thrown objects. Double make sure that you keep her away from sharp objects. There are now enough holes on one of the caravan sides that I can feel the breeze coming in. That’s not coming out of our paycheck, right?

    We’ve safely arrived at Seagulls Port, too. I hope I don't end up with anything white on my shell while I'm here. Nice and breezy over here, and it doesn’t look like there’s any trouble or anything going on. We’re just hanging around while the boat gets prepared and the cargo gets boarded. That must be boring, considering they have to ‘bored’ them all up. I’m glad I didn’t volunteer to help like Pavamana, but if that’s what he wants to do, then I’m not going to stop him.

    Anyway, this will be the last log I’ll be able to send over in a while, since we’ll be on a boat. And I don’t think there are any post offices in Frostholme. So yeah, don’t expect another one anytime soon. I haven’t been on a boat in a while. I wonder how the other guys feel. I know for a fact that Pav and Odie have never been on one. I don’t think they’ve ever even seen the ocean. I wonder if I can go and ‘sea’ the look on their faces. It would pretty cool to catch that moment with my memory.

    As for the others, Tiwaz is with Kaleth and Cogwej. They had to restock their supplies and find a place to stay. Man, just Tiwaz and Cogwej can eat for about ten Digimon! It makes me wonder how they get all their money. Either merc work really is that profitable, or one of them is loaded. I’m putting my money on the latter. Meanwhile, Fenrir seems to have wandered off by himself. I don’t know what he’s up to – apparently no one really does – but he always seems to find them again sooner or later. Probably has something to do with his nose. I wonder if it’s the same as my memory, like he remembers all that he smells. I’ll need to ask him about that.

    Also, yeah, if you haven’t gotten it by now, it’s not really Kaleth that’s writing this, but come on, Rise, you know how he can be. You’re just lucky I’m here to actually remember to make logs for him. Give Ashemon and Rickshana my regards!

    Taranis Valthor
    standing in for
    Kaleth Sigismund


    The ocean. It was insurmountably vast, full of so much mystery that no single Digimon, even those that dwelled in it, could hope to know every single secret it kept. Despite that, hundreds of Digimon still tried to achieve that almost impossible – or perhaps it really was impossible – task every day. And sometimes, that was how the man that was gazing at the skyline of the sea felt, like he was trying to do the impossible.

    Fenrir sighed and shook his head. Even if it were, he would still try. He had the capability of living long enough, after all. He grunted, realizing that he wasn’t the only one with the characteristic, although he didn’t think he would bother telling the person in mind that. He would only be another face that he would eventually leave behind as he tried to solve his problem.

    “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” a voice behind him asked. Slowly, Fenrir turned his head to see who was speaking with him.

    The owner of the voice was about two-thirds Fenrir’s height, but he made up for it with a stout body and very long limbs – eight limbs, in fact. It didn’t take a second for Tiwaz to note the digimon’s octopus-like shape. The limbs were red tentacles, and two most anterior ones had metallic tips that were divided in a way that formed three fingers. Another one looked like it as on its way to becoming the same. The rest of his limbs looked unchanged, although he held a paintbrush and a palette of paints in two separate tentacles. His head was covered by a pot, which had a cracked hole at the center for his yellow eyes to see through. All over the pot were barnacles with two glowing spots – probably eyes – inside them. Jutting from more holes on the top-side part of the pot were black-striped horns of varying sizes. Lastly, on the top most part of the pot was a formerly white, paint-splattered beret. Fenrir recognized him as an Octomon, although this one seemed to have forsaken the path of undersea treasure hoarding for a more artistic lifestyle.

    In front of the Octomon was a wooden stand that held a canvas, although Fenrir couldn’t see what was painted on it or if it had been painted on at all.

    “Well? What do you think?” the red mollusk asked as he placed the tip of his paintbrush against a blue colored paint.

    “It is what it is,” Fenrir said noncommittally.

    “Now that’s not what I asked,” the eight-legged Digimon replied as his tentacle made a long slow stroke along the canvas. The Beowolfmon regarded the painter in silence, trying to think of a reason why he would talk to a stranger, especially someone like him, so casually. But even in his lack of reply, the Octomon still asked, “Come now. What do you think of the ocean?”

    The wolf knight looked back into the ocean horizon once more. “I prefer lakes,” he said shortly. “Less glare,” he said as he started to turn away from the scene.

    “Less glare?” the Octomon asked, turning his head to compare his painting with the real thing. Blinking, he realized what Fenrir was talking about. The sun was already reaching the low point where the light coming from it reflected on the water surface. “Ah, you mean the sun’s reflection!” the octopus said with obvious satisfaction at himself for understanding what Fenrir meant.

    And then he realized that Fenrir had suddenly appeared beside him, and with a surprised yell, he turned to the wolf Digimon. Unperturbed by the sound, the Beowolfmon only looked at the Octomon’s painting.

    Fenrir could tell that he wasn’t an amateur. The painting was well done, and the different colors that made up the ocean all blended into themselves seamlessly like how it did in real life. The pavement that made up the pier was also quite detailed. It looked complete, but he felt like the piece of art was missing something, although he couldn’t tell what. At the very least, he did find something that might help.

    “Too hard,” the Beowolfmon said.

    “Excuse me?” the Octomon said, blinking as he registered what the wolf warrior said.

    “Your strokes are too hard. Use softer and more fluid strokes. Especially for the sun reflection.”

    The painter looked back at his canvas with a thoughtful look. And then he smiled behind his pot-helmet. “Perhaps I shall, my friend!” the mollusk said, turning to where Fenrir was standing. Except Fenrir was no longer there. Blinking, the Octomon turned his head just in time to see Fenrir’s profile walking past his canvas.

    “Wait! I did not get your name, young man!” the red painter called out with a wave of his tentacle. He was unwilling to stray away from his position, lest someone of lesser honor came and pilfered his materials. “At least tell me if you’re a fellow artist!”

    Fenrir stopped for a moment. He then looked over his shoulder, a somber expression on his face. “In the past.” Without a single explanation, the Beowolfmon turned away and continued his walk, wondering what possessed him to answer the octopus Digimon’s question.

    Maybe it was nostalgia. After all, even after all those years, he could still remember painting the same ocean and the same setting sun…even if he so badly wanted to forget.

    Even as he walked away, the Octomon painter kept his yellow eyes on his back. He studied the wolf knight Digimon’s back up until he could no longer see the fine details on the white Digimon’s armor. He burned the figure in his memory, already knowing what he wanted to do with it.

    “What a strange man,” he noted as he raised his painting tentacle to see what kind of picture the stroke that the Beowolfmon told him to do will make. “But I’m positive he must be a good man.”


    “Just a lil’ more! Put yer backs into it, maties!”

    From his place on the a deck, Pavamana looked at the source of the loud, rambunctious voice. It wasn’t that hard, since the man shouting was making a show of himself at the crow’s nest of the ship.

    The man was humanoid in shape, and his body was long and gangly at best, although Pavamana did not doubt that there was a lot of strength behind those thin limbs. He wore a white shirt, the sleeve ends of which were tied with a simple thread just before the elbows, and a pair of white cloth shorts. Over them, he had a battle-scarred gray breast plate that fit his lean body. The sides of the breastplate were green and had a scale design, much like the adjacent armor pieces that lay loosely against his thighs and the loin cloth hanging between his legs. More gray armor adorned his shins and his forearms, though he kept his hands and feet bare. Around his neck was a bead necklace much like what a monk would wear, although these beads seemed to have a sinister face etched on the surface. Most of his face was covered by his long blue hair, but his bright yellow beak and red, metal-plated headband was hard to miss. And for all of his hair, the top of his head was completely bare of it, revealing white plate.

    He was definitely a species that Pavamana was not familiar with. If Tiwaz or Fenrir were around, he would ask one of them.

    “Don’t mind the captain much,” one of the shiphands said from behind him. The PileVolcamon turned his head to look at him.

    “Shimon,” Pavamana greeted with a nod of his head. He was acquainted with this one; he couldn’t help but want to be since the shiphand was a familiar species to him: a Gotsumon. The rock-form Digimon grinned at him, the image reminding Pavamana of his young apprentice. His heart tugged at the memory, reminding him of how much he missed his friends and family back at Bakhu. “He is the captain?”

    “Don’t let his antics fool you. The captain might not seem like much, but everyone in his crew, myself included, trust him with our lives,” he told him.

    Pavamana nodded. “What’s his species?” he decided to ask.

    “Well, I guess he is somewhat a rare kind. He’s a Shawjamon,” Shimon replied. “Anyways, we’re almost done with the boarding, so we’ll be setting off early in the morning. Are you finished with your share of the load?”

    The PileVolcamon gestured to the crate beside him. “Last one,” he said shortly.

    “Well, you seem to be busy looking at the sea,” Shimon said with a grin. “I can take that for you if you want to continue your sea gazing. Besides, you and your incredible strength pretty much helped enough when you didn’t have to.”

    “No, just give me a moment”, he replied, tinting slightly red at the compliment. Back at home, his kind of strength was normal, although he was often told that he was stronger than most. He was also reluctant to let someone else do work that he was supposed to do. He could always continue watching the bright sun setting behind the big blue ocean some other time. It was a magnificent sight for someone who had never seen the ocean before.

    “Are you sure? One of your friends came over to bring you back to the place you’re staying,” the Gotsumon said, gesturing behind him.

    Pavamana blinked and moved his head slightly to see what the mineral Digimon was pointing at, but he only saw more shiphands finish tying the heavier and larger cargoes down. “Um…who?” Pavamana started, turning to look back at him.

    “Huh?” Shimon sounded as he looked over his shoulder. “Where did he go? I told him to stay behind me! This boat’s big enough that he could get lost for a whole day!”

    The PileVolcamon frowned. He could only think of one person who would get lost so easily, and he really hoped that they found him before he could cause them any trouble.

    “Hey there, landlubber! What’re you doin’ on my main mast!?” the captain’s voice ran loudly.

    “Oh no,” Pavamana muttered as he looked up. “Cog, what have you-“ He stopped in midsentence, surprised to see that it wasn’t the person he was thinking of.

    “I-I-I-I-I’m s-sorry!” a familiar Shurimon yelled back, hanging from one of the ship posts. “I g-g-g-got lost, s-s-s-s-so I thought-“

    “I dun care what ya thought, scallywag!” the Shawjamon said as he expertly jumped and swung himself down from the crow’s nest and landed on one of the yardarms of the ship so that he was directly across Odysseus. “Just git down ‘fore you hurt yerself!”

    “Y-y-y-yes sir!” Odie replied quickly and rushedly, letting go of the post that he was on and started falling down.

    “Gah! Not like that!” the Shawjamon captain shouted, quickly jumping towards of the rigs of the sails. He quickly untied it and turned to where Odie was falling, about to jump and swing using the rope to catch the Shurimon, even if he calculated in his head that he wouldn’t get there in time. To his surprise however, the Shurimon righted himself in midair and landed himself lightly on his feet and hands.

    “Hoooooh,” the demon man Digimon said with a light tune and a single raised eyebrow behind his hair, pleasantly surprised at the turn of events. “There’s more to this kid than meets the eye, eh?” he wondered as he retied the rigging and jumped.

    Down on the deck, Pavamana was running over to the young ninja in concern. “Odysseus!” he called out, Shimon and a few more of the crew following him to see the commotion.

    The ninja Digimon turned his head to look at him. A relieved expression took to his face as soon as he saw the approaching PileVolcamon. “P-P-P-Pavamana, I-”

    “So yer name’s Odysseus, eh?” the captain’s voice said from behind the young ninja.

    “Ah!” The Shurimon jumped forward, turning to look at the Shawjamon in surprise. His shock was twofold; he didn’t even hear the sea traveler land or walk towards him, and that was a feat against his trained senses. Other than that, he was also very embarrassed for accidentally intruding onto the Shawjamon’s personal space, so he did the first thing that came to mind. He bowed and said, “I’m s-s-s-sorry! I got l-l-l-l-lost, so I thought I’d s-s-s-see where I was from the t-t-t-top!” he said quickly, his voice very repentant.

    “Well, ya got yerself down safely, so no harm done, eh?” the Shawjamon said with a large grin.

    “Um…I don’t think,” Odie said, looking himself over.

    “I’m glad,” Pavamana said, walking over and putting a hand on his shoulder.

    “And yer the big fella that’s been helpin’ with the cargo movin’, eh?” the frog demon said with a large toothy grin. Pavamana didn’t even realize that he could still have teeth with a beak. “Nice goin’, by the way. You worked jus’ about as good as five of me men! And this scallywag is prob’ly a better climber than the rest of my crew combined! Either of you fancy workin’ on a ship, maties?” he asked the young ninja and the blacksmith, an encouraging gleam in his eye.

    “Cap’n, they have other things to do than be sailors on a simple cargo ship like ours,” Shimon said as he shook his head, remembering a talk he had with the PileVolcamon.

    “Shut yer blowhole, Shimmy. Jus’ cause yer me navigator doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do,” the captain replied with folded arms and an audible humph.

    Odie rubbed his cheek nervously. “W-w-w-well…”

    “We have to decline,” Pavamana then said for them. “We have important objectives to do, and we can’t do that working on a ship,” he said, offering the captain a small smile.

    “W-w-w-we’re flattered though,” Odie decided to add, twiddling his fingers.

    “See, cap’n?” Shimon said with a smug grin.

    “Bah, mutiny, that’s what yer doin’,” the Shawjamon muttered, looking considerably miffed.

    “Awww, come on, cap’n, you know I just love messing with you,” the Gotsumon said with a light tone.

    “I-I-I-If it makes you f-f-feel better, I can help the crew on the way t-t-t-to Frostholme,” Odysseus then said, not wanting to feel ungrateful for the ride towards their next destination. He also wanted to be able to see more of the ship, and he thought that helping around would let him explore the entire ship easier.

    Pavamana glanced at the Shurimon and nodded. “Me too, then,” he said simply.

    “Really?” the Shawjamon said with a large grin. “That means more chance for me to convince ya then! Welcome to the crew, maties!” he then said, lunging with exceptional speed to grab their hands and shake them energetically.

    “A-ah! Y-y-y-y-you’re welcome?” Odie replied, trying to keep up with the demon man’s shaking speed.

    “We didn’t get your name,” Pav then noted as he forcibly wrenched his hand away from the unusual Digimon.

    “Wha? Shimmy, you din’t tell them who captains this here ship!?” the frogman then yelled, hopping over to the Gotsumon and giving him a forceful whack behind his head. And then he started shaking his hand, letting out a garbled cry of pain.

    Unaffected by the Shawjamon’s strike, Shimon folded his arms at him. “Because they’ll find out when you make a show of yourself tomorrow. How did it go?” the Gotsumon said, rubbing his rocky chin. “Ah, now I remember. ‘All right, ya landlubbers! Ya better put on yer sealegs, cause we’re headin’ for the great unknown, but don’t ye worry, cause I’ll have ya back on land,” Shimon said, trying to copying the Shawjamon’s voice and manner.

    “Or I ain’t Captain Iskandar!” the rest of the crew said along with him in perfect unison.

    “What is this, a show boat full of singing sissies or a sailing ship with men!?” the captain named Iskandar yelled, swinging his arm about.

    “Er, actually cap’n, about one-eight of the crew are women, so-“

    “One more word out of ya, Shimmy, and I’m makin’ ya walk the plank again,” the Shawjamon said with a serious tone in his voice. The Gotsumon sighed and shook his head.

    “Er, w-w-w-walk the plank?” Odie asked, suddenly worried.

    “It’s worse than it sounds,” the Gotsumon muttered to the Shurimon. “But it doesn’t really hurt,” he then said.

    “What was that, Shimmy?”

    “Nothing, cap’n. I’m going to go start charting out our course for tomorrow morning,” Shimon then said loudly. He turned back to Odysseus and Pavamana with a large smile. “I look forward to seeing your friends tomorrow,” he said before walking inside the boat. As he walked away, the rest of the crew dispersed back to their chores…except for the Shawjamon captain.

    “So there are more of ya, huh?” the Shawjamon said with a large grin, folding his arms.

    “U-u-um, yes,” Odie replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

    “How many of ya are there?”

    “Seven,” Pavamana said simply.

    “Hoho, quite a big number, huh? We have five guest quarters down in the ship, so two pairs of ye’ll have tah share one room,” Iskandar then told them, hands on his hips.

    “That won’t be a problem,” Pavamana replied. He knew that one of them will probably end up rooming with Cogwej. The next pair wouldn’t be a problem. He just kept note one thing: Tiwaz and Fenrir should not be allowed to room together. It wasn’t an impossible thought that they might bring the ship down if they got into an argument.

    “Good then. We set sail two hours after the sun rises. Be late, and ye’ll be left behind.”

    “We won’t b-be late,” Odie said, allowing the barest hint of his excitement show. He couldn’t wait to explore the ship during the trip. Beside him, Pavamana nodded.

    He wondered how different the next town would be.


    “So you and Taranis have been friends since you joined the guild?” Tiwaz asked Kaleth, who was seated beside him.

    The EmperorGreymon and the Knightmon were both sitting in front of a bar, which was beginning to get more and more patrons. It was also slowly getting louder with each new occupant, although they seemed to be leaving the two knights alone.

    “Uh huh,” the shiny Digimon said as he took a short swig of his mug. He had removed his helmet to reveal a human face. He had short, scraggly brown hair on the top of his head, along with a prominent nose, high cheek bones and a square jaw. “I don’t know when he started, but he helped me with my first mission. If it wasn’t for him, I would probably have gotten lost,” he told Tiwaz sheepishly.

    “I can see how he would have helped you a lot,” the dragon man replied before glugging down his own drink with gusto. “Ahh, it’s been a while since I’ve had a good drinking partner!” Tiwaz then announced as he wiped the traces of beer from his lips.

    “Really? I’m not really that good at holding my liquor,” Kale replied, a blush on his cheeks.

    “Then all the better!” Tiwaz bellowed with a laugh.

    “Uh…maybe you’ve drank too much already, Tiwaz,” the Knightmon said, only then realizing that the number of mugs that Tiwaz had finished was at least four, judging by how many empty glasses were over to his side. That didn’t even include the ones that the bartender took, cleaned and reused.

    “If I’m not passed out on the floor yet, then no I haven’t!” the dragon man said, reaching over to give the Knightmon a one-arm hug, which seemed to have the opposite effect in the other Digimon. “C’mere! I need to make sure you’re as soused as I am!”

    “Um…I think…uh…”

    “Oh, Kaaaaleeeeth!” a familiar voice suddenly called out, although faint. He hoped he was hearing what he was hearing and that he wasn’t hearing a hallucination. That meant he really did drink more than he should have.

    “Ah! Looks like Taranis is calling me!” the Knightmon said, only too eager to get away from the soon-to-be-drunk dragon. He got out of his seat quick enough to escape the EmperorGreymon’s grab, and he subsequently ignored Tiwaz’s attempt to call him back. Kaleth really wasn’t in the mood to be drunk, nor was he keen on getting a hangover for tomorrow’s surely rocky trip.

    He followed Taranis’ voice towards another room adjacent to the bar room by a hallway. He found just as many tables, chairs and patrons, but this room looked more like a busy diner than a packed and rowdy bar. He could still faintly hear the sounds of drunk sailors singing in the bar room.

    “Ranis?” he called out.

    “Over here!” the big blue big answered in his Beetlemon form.

    “Oh, thank goodness. I wasn’t hearing things. Or drunk,” Kaleth muttered to himself as he looked over.

    He was waving a hand in the air, which made it easier for the Knightmon to find him. Or as much as he could find of the Beetlemon. He was sitting on a round table that had plate upon plate stacked over each other. In fact, the plates were so numerous and stacked so high that he could barely see the top of the Beetlemon’s head. Kaleth’s jaw dropped at the alarming amount of fine china on the table. He never realized – or maybe he had forgotten, much to his chagrin – that Taranis had such a huge appetite.

    “Did you eat all of that!?” Kale asked in surprise just to be sure.

    “Hey, I don’t eat this much,” Taranis retorted as Kaleth started walking towards him. Taranis did, however, look down at his body self-consciously. It hadn’t escaped him that he was the least fit in their group even compared to Cogwej. That he was beat by an old guy in terms of physical prowess didn’t do any wonders for his ego.

    It hurt even more when said old guy was eating at least twice his weight and still outrun him.

    “These vittles are absolutely scrumptious! Like wonderful delicacies from the hands of a seasoned master chef! I must have more!” Cog’s loud and full-of-praise voice said from behind the towers of plates.

    “No! You’ve eaten enough!” Taranis said. “You’re not even paying for all of this!”

    “Much more reason for me to indulge myself, Tatniss.”

    “Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around!?”

    “I-it’s okay, Taranis. The guild can afford it. I think,” Kale then said unsurely, walking around the table to look at the two more easily. He blinked when he saw the Wisemon,; if what Taranis said about Cogwej’s eating habits were true, then it surely didn’t show. The aged Digimon looked just the same as if he didn’t eat anything at all for the past half hour.

    “See? I should get another help-“

    “Oh, no, you aren’t,” Taranis said, grabbing the Wisemon’s hand, which was about to raise itself to get the attention of the waitress. “I’m locking up in your room and not letting out until morning! I don’t know how Tiwaz and Fenrir haven’t hogtied you yet; you definitely eat like a one!”

    “Well, I never! I should- get your hands off me right this instant, you abrasive, annoying arthropod!” he said as Taranis, who digivolved into his MegaKabuterimon form, pulled the Wisemon over his shoulder.

    “Can you please put this on the guild tab now? My card was confiscated since I got put on probation,” the MegaKabuterimon said, ignoring the pounding on his back shell. At the very least, he could say that Cog really did punch like an old guy.

    “Sure, buddy,” Kaleth told the insect Digimon as he took out a bronze plated card with the emblem of the guild on it. “I should probably go stop Tiwaz from getting any drunker too.” He didn’t think he’ll enjoy that task.

    “Yeah, good luck with that,” Taranis said with a chuckle. He could still remember the party back in the village of the ninjas. He started to walk out of the room despite Cog’s protests drawing attention. “Yeesh, with the amount you ate, you’d think that they don’t feed you at all.”

    “I have one of the most exemplary minds of this era!” Cogwej said, folding his arms with a loud humph. “My body needs Mammothmon sized amounts of sustenance in order to bring out its full potential and functionality!”

    Taranis stifled a laugh. “I don’t think any amount of food can do that, Coggie. You can’t even remember my name.”

    “Then what have I been calling you all this time, Tarny?” Cog said rhetorically, making Taranis roll his metaphorical eyes.

    “I can’t even remember half the names you’ve called me by now, and I half photographic memory! You never even seem to mention the same name twice, too,” the MegaKabuterimon noted.

    He let out a relieved sigh when he reached the door to the room. He was so very glad that he didn’t have to room with the old Digimon, but he pitied Pavamana and Fenrir for the opposite reason. It was their turn to watch the Wisemon again.

    “Here’s your room, Cog! See? It has a big bed, a nice desk for you to write on, and even a nice window to see the sea from,” Taranis as he put the cloaked Digimon down.

    “Quaint,” Cog said shortly as he fixed his crumbled robe. Then he pivoted and headed for the door. “Now, if you will excuse m-“

    “Gah! No!” Taranis yelled, grabbing the hood of the Wisemon’s cloak just before he started to run. “Stay put!”

    “No!” The food is compelling me, telling me that it requires someone of my superior intellect and caliber to consume them! You fiend, keeping me from fulfilling my most sacred duty!”

    Taranis had to regard that comment in silence for just a few moments. Then he opened his mouth to say, “Your most sacred duty in life is to eat food?”

    “If I confirm that dictum, will you release me?”

    Taranis had to laugh at the seriousness of the Wisemon’s voice. “Sorry, Cogwej. No can do. Who knows what kind of hijinks you’ll get into if I let you go? So why don’t you be a good old man and stay here while I go and see if Kaleth needs help bringing Tiwaz to his room.”

    Cogwej sighed and then plopped to the ground. “Oh, very well…”

    “Come on, Co- wait, what? Really?” Taranis had to stare – or at least point his eyeless head at him – in shock.

    “I shall write down my thoughts and further improve my ideas then,” Cog said, taking out his notebook and pen.

    The MegaKabuterimon then grinned widely and reverted back to his Beetlemon form. “See? Now that wasn’t so bad. I’ll come right back up and even help you once I’m done,” Taranis said as he walked out.

    “Yes, yes, take your time,” the Wisemon said as he started scribbling.

    Taranis closed the door with a whistle. “Hm. That was easier than it usually is,” the insect man said as he started to walk down the hallway. He stopped in midstep. “Wait a second…it’s never easy with Cogwej…”

    It didn’t even take him a second to turn and go back to the door. “Cog, what are you- GAAAAH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Right before him, Cogwej was halfway out the window.

    “Escaping! What else?” Cogwej said simply.

    “Are you mad!? We’re on the third floor! And you don’t have wings! You’ll break your legs!” Taranis said, running over, not allowing him the time to get anything he could use to land safely. There was never any real certainty when it came to Cogweh.

    “Then I will use my arms and crawl! There is no price for freedooooooooom!” he yelled as the Wisemon jumped out of the window.

    He closed his eyes shut, expecting great pain. Then he landed. But he didn’t feel any pain.

    “Hm…that did not hurt at all!” Cog said, opening his eyes. And found himself in the arms of an irritated Beowolfmon.

    For a moment, both were silent.

    “Ah! Feevil! I was just about to go-

    “Fenrir! You caught him! Great! Don’t let him go!” Taranis’ voice from above called out.

    Fenrir glared at the Wisemon in his arms. “Trust me, I won’t.”

    Half an hour later soon found the Wisemon no longer in the Beowolfmon’s arms but within the confines of his bed and in an entirely different kind of embrace.

    “Untie me from this incredibly soft and entirely comfortable bed, you fiendish villains!”

    Odie looked at Cogwej and bowed apologetically. “I-I-I-I-I’m sorry, but we have to. We don’t want you t-t-t-to disappear again,” he said, hoping he didn’t tie the Wisemon down too tightly.

    “Just leave him be,” Fenrir’s voice from the other side of the room said.

    The Shurimon turned to him with a concerned expression. “B-b-b-but…”

    “He’ll be fine come morning,” Fenrir said with so much certainty that Odysseus had to wonder if this was normal for the Beowolfmon. “My problem is the dragon,” the wolf man said, glancing at Tiwaz, who was passed out on the bed that Pavamana was supposed to occupy.

    “Please tell him I’m sorry!” Kaleth said, putting his hands together and looking very apologetic. “I-I panicked! I didn’t know I’d knock him out!”

    “It was an accident,” Pavamana said, putting a hand on the Knightmon’s shoulder. He had helped Kaleth bring the heavy dragon man up to his room. It was perhaps good fortune that he and Odie arrived at the inn along with Fenrir.

    “I still feel bad for hurting him,” Kaleth said, rubbing the back of his neck.

    “Feel bad for him tomorrow,” Fenrir told him.

    “R-right,” Kale said, wincing at the thought of the hangover Tiwaz would get tomorrow.


    “Stupid…ship… Stupid…rocking…waves…rocking…the stupid…ship…!”

    Hanging onto the ship railings, Tiwaz couldn’t help but let what was left of the contents of his breakfast out of his stomach and down into the ocean

    “Well, which is more stupid? Those, or the guy that decided to drink ‘til kingdom come when he knew that he’d be going on a ship the early morning after?” a voice behind Tiwaz asked with a light tone.

    “Shut…up,” the dragonman grunted, looking over his shoulder weakly. He grunted when he realized he didn’t recognize the person behind him.

    He was a mountain of a man, as big as Tiwaz himself while he was wearing his armor. He was also covered in white fur that covered an impressive set of muscles. The only parts of his body that didn’t have fur were his large hands, even larger feet, and part of his face. Over his chest and his shoulders were durable plates of armor, although Tiwaz couldn’t tell what kind of material it was made of. On his forearms were orange armlets with a green metallic plate on the back part, and the plates themselves seemed to have a peculiar design on them. His head, meanwhile, was ursine in feature, though he had bull-like horns on the top of his head and many braids behind it. As for facial accessories, his braids had orange bandages and ended with metal arrow points, and his ears each had a small gold hoop earring. He had a brown, furless face with gray markings between his eyes and on his cheek, along with a full set of sharp teeth and a pair of happy gray eyes.

    “Who…the hell…are you?” Tiwaz muttered as he pushed himself off the railing to give the Korikakumon a strong glare…or at least as strong as he could muster in his condition. He had seen the species before during one of his journeys; he had never seen one so far from snowy mountains though.

    “Ehhh, that’s not important right now. I don’t think you’d be able to remember it right now, anyway, considering you look like you’re going to barf again,” the bear Digimon said with a large smirk. It was also then that Tiwaz noticed that the white bear had something in his hand.

    “What’s that?” Tiwaz asked warily.

    “It’s for your hangover,” the white Digimon replied as he walked over. “I could hear your moaning all the way from inside the ship’s kitchen, and you sound like you have the worst case I’ve seen in months. I figured I’d give you something and save us all the pain of having to hear your wailing.”

    The EmperorGreymon grimaced and stepped back, and then he realized that his hip was already against the railing. He would have retorted, but he didn’t have the energy to.

    The Korikakumon rolled his eyes and offered it to him. “Just eat it okay? It does wonders for the drunk sailors back at home,” he said with a large grin.

    “Hey, freeloader, what are you doing!? You’re supposed to be making lunch!” one of the sailors called out to the white Digimon.

    “Hey, I’m not freeloading if I’m working on this ship!” the Korikakumon said before turning back to Tiwaz. “Look, just try it. If you don’t like it, you can always just barf it out,” he told him as he pushed the bowl into the dragonman’s hands. “Just be sure to bring the bowl back to the kitchen, or you’re paying for it. Oh, and get some rest; you’ll need it,” he said before turning away with a wave over his shoulder.

    Tiwaz kept on looking back and forth between the bear Digimon and the bowl in his hands. It looked a lot like soup, although he couldn’t really tell what was in it. He could smell the aroma that came from it though, and it reminded him that there was no longer anything inside his stomach. He let out a grumble as he raised the bowl to his lips and took a sip. And another. And then another. And the next one, he decided to just drink as much as he could from the broth. It didn’t take him long to completely finish the soup.

    The dragonman licked his lips in pleasure. Already, the warmth was spreading throughout his body, and though the ache of his head wasn’t gone, at the very least he didn’t feel like showing everyone the contents of his belly again.

    “I wonder if I can get seconds of this,” he muttered as he looked to where he last saw the Korikakymon walking. “He did tell me to bring the bowl back to the kitchen,” he said to himself with a large grin.

    Now if he only knew where the kitchen was…

    Tiwaz grumbled as he walked down hallways and corridors, looking into every room that he passed by. It would probably have been smarter and faster to ask someone for help or directions, but Tiwaz Koenig never asked for directions. Not that he could ask anyone any question; he didn’t really recognize anyone he passed by, and he hadn’t seen any of his companions since the morning that they got on the ship. And he was slowly getting irritated at the fact that he seemed to be walking around in circles. His irritation was also beginning to make his headache worse, which only made his mood worse.

    “Who the hell designed the ship to have hallways that all connected to each other?” he grumbled as he looked down another corridor and contemplated walking down it. He tried to remember as much as he could from the short tour to show them where their rooms were. At least from there, he would know how to get back up to the deck of the ship. However, he could only barely make out the image of a wooden door with a sign that said ‘Guest Room.’

    “Uh, maybe there’s someone…who wants to go up to the deck and needs my help to get there,” he justified as he pushed the door open.

    The room was as drab as anyone would expect from a cargo ship. There was barely anything inside other than a bunk bed to the side, a hammock connected to two large posts near the center, and a long desk and chair. He spotted someone on the lower part of the bunk bed.

    “Who the hell can sleep in a rocking boat like this?” he muttered as he walked over. He grunted when he noticed that he couldn’t get a good view due to the darkness and the blanket reaching up to the sleeper’s head.

    Tiwaz debated with himself rather quickly on whether he should pull the blanket off. The dragonman’s curiosity always got the best of him. He reached over and pulled the cloth away.

    He conveniently forgot that his curiosity usually got him into situations that he’d have rather forgotten.

    “Gah! What the hell!?” Tiwaz yelped as he stepped back and dropped the bowl as he reached to cover his eyes- which was why he wasn’t able to block or even react when the leg of the interrupted sleeper suddenly swung from out of the bed and into the dragonman’s gut, knocking him on to ground.

    “Oh, it’s you,” a familiar irritating voice said as Tiwaz let out a gasp of pain, not to mention that the kick to his stomach made his insides want to come out again.

    “W-what was…that for!?” the dragonman growled as he pushed himself to sitting position, looking at the figure before him. And then he remembered why he closed his eyes on the first place. “Gah! Put some clothes on, dammit!”

    Fenrir rolled his eyes as he stood up from the bed, using the cloth he had been using as a blanket as a loincloth around his waist. “What are you doing in my room?” he asked with a huff.

    “Y-your room!? Nevermind that! Why are you naked!?” Tiwaz yelled as he stood up, covering his eyes.

    “It’s hot,” Fenrir said simply with folded arms. “It’s humid in an enclosed space. This is a lousy guest room.”

    “Whatever! Just put some damn clothes on! Or even a pair of pants!” the dragonman ordered as he stepped back and felt for the wall.

    Fenrir only rolled his eyes. His sleep was interrupted, so he might as well. He walked over to a hidden chest in front of the bunkbed.

    “You know what? I’m not waiting for a slowpoke like you to get changed – clothed – whatever!” he stated as he finally found the wall and reached the door by following it. He removed his hand from his eyes, relieved that he could see no naked people in the hallway, and he quickly went out and walked down the hallway. The only thing that kept him from running was his once again uneasy stomach. Tiwaz was so preoccupied with getting away that he didn’t even hear someone calling him.

    “Tiwaz! Hey!” Taranis called out from the other direction.

    “He sure is in a hurry,” Kaleth said beside him.

    “I wonder why,” the Beetlemon muttered as he glanced at the room that the EmperorGreymon came from. “I’ll go check,” he said with a mischievous grin. He couldn’t wait to find out what could make Tiwaz run away like that.

    Kaleth watched as Taranis walked over and gave the inside of the room a peek. He tilted his head in curiosity when Taranis suddenly retracted his head and speed walked back over to him. “What did-“

    “You don’t want to know,” Taranis said quickly, grabbing the Knightmon’s wrist and pulling him away from the room. He suddenly understood why Tiwaz was so quick to run away.

    “B-but Tiwaz went the other way! Weren’t we supposed to bring them to the captain’s quarters?” Kaleth asked rushedly.

    “They’ll find out sooner or later,” Taranis said in excuse. “I think I’ll skip going to the meeting and get some rest,” he then said with a weak voice.

    Sometimes I hate having photographic memory,’ he thought pitifully, hoping that sleep would erase the image of Fenrir’s nakedness from his mind.

    (next post)
    There are stories made from the imagination. There are stories born from experience.
    There are stories told because of a need to be filled. There are stories that simply need to be told.
    This is one of them.

    “Maybe there really is a method to his madness…or maybe he’s just plain insane."
    Chapter 3: Act III is out and posted!

  24. #24
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    Dec 2006


    Belated reply. That was a good chapter. I definately didn't expect Dietrich to die. That was a good scene and it helped to grow the tension and rivalry between Tiwaz and Fenrir, which is good. it's too bad there'll be a timeskip so we won't be able to see the ramifications of it though. Also, I feel kinda bad for Dietrich even though he was an antagonist.

    I like Pav, but I might be biased since I helped create him. xD It's too bad we didn't get to see that bar scene. You know why. Anyways, I'm happy that he joined the trio and I'm looking forward to seeing the chemistry between him and the others. Well, it's not confirmed he joined them yet, but I would be very surprised if he didn't.

    Also, I just noticed this.
    “Hm,” Cogweh muttered as he walked over, a familiar runed cloth in his hands. He leaned down and took the Spirit of Earth in it, taking extra care not to physically touch it.
    Should be Cogwej.

    I think that's all for me for now. Looking forward to the next one.
    Claimed: Grovyle - November 10th, 2013

  25. #25
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    Jun 2007
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    I'm procrastinating again. >.< I'll try to get it done before the middle of the month!
    There are stories made from the imagination. There are stories born from experience.
    There are stories told because of a need to be filled. There are stories that simply need to be told.
    This is one of them.

    “Maybe there really is a method to his madness…or maybe he’s just plain insane."
    Chapter 3: Act III is out and posted!

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