The night sky was clear of clouds, stars
shining like diamonds without pollution to dim their light and making the
But it was the moon that held center-stage that night, round
and full as it hovered over the ground like a watchful protector.
Claussen was silent, most of it’s occupants-from the hardworking yeti to the
hyperactive elves-fast asleep in their beds so late at night.
The only one
awake, in fact, was Evie.
Sitting on the window ledge of her bedroom, blonde
curls loose about her shoulders and given a silver sheen from the moonlight,
she softly stroked down Salamon’s back as the puppy-like Digimon lay sprawled
on her lap.
Humming softly, she peered up at the celestial orb with big blue
“Thank you.” She voiced, keeping quiet so as not to wake Casey, who was
sleeping a few feet away with Agumon.
The moon’s glow brightened and dimmed,
like some sort of ancient Morse Code, and Evie smiled.
“Of course I need to.
You’ve done so much…”
lowly in contentment, one ear twitching before her own pair of blue eyes went
towards the moon hanging overhead.
“I never would have found her without you.”
The Digimon admitted, nuzzling into her partner’s stomach. “I don’t know what I
would’ve done without her…”
A moonbeam shone through the glass, soft as a butterfly’s
wings against Evie’s cheeks, eliciting a giggle from the young girl.
I’ll go to bed.” The young blonde promised, scooping Salamon up carefully as
she stood. “Goodnight, moon.”
One could almost imagine a smile across the
pockmarked surface as the girl crawled into the large king-sized bed, cuddling
up to her sister with a sigh.
Mumbling sleepily under her breath, Casey
shifted, turning over onto her side and pulling the younger girl close with one
Head tucked under her sister’s chin and a heartbeat thrumming through her
ears, Evie relaxed fully, the glow of dream-sand blurring as her eyes fluttered
Here, everything was safe and warm.
Here, there was nothing to fear.
“Hey.” Casey greeted softly, peeking into the
bedroom around the half-opened door. “How are you feeling?”
from around Salamon, Evie blinked away the effects of her medicated slumber to
turn over, vision still blurring.
Stepping up to her bedside, the
redhead pressed a hand to the younger girl’s forehead as Agumon scrambled onto
“Well, your fever has gone down…Do you have a cough? A stuffy nose?”
Yawning, Evie wrapped her arms around the small dinosaur-Digimon in a hug as
Salamon curled against her side.
Casey chuckled, fingers tickling under
her sister’s jaw so the little blonde giggled uncontrollably, squirming in a
futile attempt at escape.
“Time to get up, then.” She noted, turning her
attention to the nightstand as Evie started to rise on her own. “Breakfast will
be ready soon, and if we don’t get there in time, Faye will eat it all.”
Nodding distractedly, Evie pushed the comforter and sheets off with one hand,
hugging Agumon close like a small child would a teddy bear as Salamon stretched
out her back with a POP.
A fond smile crossed Casey’s face as she sat on the
bed, two pink ribbons on her lap as she carefully started to comb through the
sleep-tangled curls with a brush.
Humming softly at the familiar soothing
gesture, blue eyes fell to half-mast as she pet down Salamon’s back.
ease of someone who had done this many times before, Casey twisted her hair up
into pigtails, tying them in place with the ribbons and making little bows.
“Get dressed, and I’ll make you some oatmeal.” She promised, lifting Agumon
onto her hip like one would carry a toddler. “Maple syrup and cinnamon?”
please…” Evie yawned, swinging her legs off the bed and rubbing her eyes.
“Thank you, mama bunny…”
Pausing at the door, Casey could not help the flood of
maternal affection she felt at that moment.
Agumon purred at the feelings
coming through the Bond, glad for the fire-bright smile on his Warrior’s face.
“No problem, baby bunny.”
Carefully maneuvering the crochet needles
around each other in swift motions, Evie hummed as the yarn take shape under
Salamon, sitting on a nearby table, watched in amazement as the
ball of green yarn slowly transformed into cloth and pooled on itself in
An elf, trying to take advantage of the Digimon’s distraction, reached up on his tip-toes to grab a cookie-
With a short warning growl, Salamon kicked
the elf away, not once taking her eyes off the project her partner was working
The elf flailed wildly on his back, like a downed turtle, and Evie set
aside her work, helping the mischievous little creature up.
“Here you go.”
elf stared, dumbfounded, as a cookie was placed in his hands.
“You could have
just asked.” She teased gently, smile warm.
Once he regained his senses, the
elf grinned back, nodding furiously and hugging her leg before taking off.
Giggling at his enthusiasm, Evie grabbed another cookie, breaking it in half
and offering one piece to her Digimon while nibbling on the other.
digging her sharp little teeth into the sweet, Salamon rubbed against her
partner’s fingers with a happy little growl.
“You don’t have to be so rough
with them.” The blonde child noted, scratching behind a floppy ear. “I don’t
mind sharing the cookies. There are plenty.”
The Digimon was silent for a long
moment, mulling over her partner‘s words as she set the cookie down.
just…food is precious.” She explained, frowning. “You need your strength.”
smiled so sweetly that Salamon practically melted, almost purring as a kiss was
placed on her forehead.
“Thank you for worrying.” The blonde soothed, blue eyes
big and warm with affection. “But you don’t need to. I’m alright.”
at her, Salamon took in the bags under those eyes and the constant illness that
reddened her cheeks, frowning.
“It doesn’t matter.” The puppy-Digimon asserted,
firm. “I’ll always worry and protect you.”
And that was a promise she would keep.
Evie is fine with being in the background most
of the time, staying out of the spotlight whenever possible.
She knew how Faye
craved it, how Bee needed it, how Ally smiled when she had it, and left the
spotlight to them for the most part.
This did not mean, of course, that Evie
was ever forgotten.
Putting down a plate of fresh apple and orange slices,
Ma frowned at the empty ones that still held crumbs from the less-than-healthy
snack from earlier.
“Can’t have you gorging on cookies all day.” She fussed,
picking them up with one hand and ruffling Evie’s bangs in a motherly fashion.
“Oh, they’re so bad for your teeth!” Tooth fretted, buzzing around to check
inside the young girl’s mouth as if she could see the chocolate eat away at the
“Her teeth will be fine.” Kim pointed out, frowning as she
smacked Jack’s hand away from her sketchbook.
“Is there any caramel?” Rocky
wondered, looking away from the teddy she was making-one that was starting
to look suspiciously like a certain winter spirit.
“Oh, caramel!” Jack
lamented, grinning. “Just think of what that’ll do to your teeth!”
Tooth voiced, completely oblivious to the frost-boy’s sarcasm.
Sandy looked up
from his eggnog, a series of symbols appearing over his head, and Ally smiled
“He’s right, Tooth. A little sugar can’t hurt!”
“But a lot of
sugar can get you high!” Faye piped up, grinning from her spot next to Bee on
one of the couches. “Gotta tell you, it‘s awesome! You get to see
The three spirits paused, expressions both disbelieving and awed by
the sheer amount of sugar that would take, and Kim rolled her eyes.
“You’re no longer allowed to do that.”
“Aw, why not?” The older teen
“You almost molested Bee last time.” The black-haired
Warrior pointed out, and Bee’s face became as red as the apple slices Ma had
“Oh, shush!” Faye voiced, pulling the embarrassed brunette
into an enthusiastic hug. “It’s not my fault Bumblebee is so adorably
Bee was sputtering now, so very embarrassed, and trying to pull out of
the older girl’s grip.
“F-F-F-Faye! L-Let g-g-go!”
“Why would I wanna do that?”
Faye teased, happily getting a squeeze on the poor girl’s rear so she squeaked.
“I like you just where you are!”
Before things could escalate-or Tooth
fainted from shock-, Ma nailed the multi-colored teen in the face with a
“You stop that right now!” She thundered. “There are children
in the room!”
Blinking innocently, Faye turned her head to see that, not only
was Sandy shielding Ally’s eyes and Tooth blocking Jack’s view, but Kim was
glaring death at her from where she stood by Rocky and Evie.
“Oh…I forgot.” She
noted, smiling. “You see, kids, this here is called a brea-”
Unlike Ma, Kim did
not find something soft to chuck at Faye’s face.
Evie and Rocky could not help
giggling at the chaos that followed, all false upset and laughs, sharing a
smile between them.
There were many times Evie was glad to not be the center of attention.
Leaping from the icy snow of the Arctic to the
pleasant warmth of Santoff Claussen, Bunny shivered violently.
He grumbled, shaking the white fluff off his fur as he kicked the door closed.
Ears perking up at the sudden call of his nickname, the Pooka turned
around to see who had done so.
“Hey there, ya little anklebiter.” He greeted,
picking up Evie in a hug. “What’s got ya all excited?”
The blonde smiled, big
blue eyes shining with joy as she held up a tissue-wrapped bundle.
“I made you
“Really now?” Bunny voiced, adjusting his grip so he held the girl
in the crook of one arm. “Ya didn’t have ta go an’ do that.”
“I wanted to.” She
insisted, handing it over as Salamon skidded to a halt below her, tail wagging
in residual excitement.
“Well, how can I say no ta that face?” Bunny admitted,
setting her down gently.
Sliding a claw in the ribbon’s knot, he undid the wrapping and-
The Pooka went still, slowly pulling out a thick scarf and modified
gloves made out of the softest green yarn he had ever seen, with bright orange
and white asters lovingly crocheted amid the green.
“Do you like them?” Evie
wondered, growing slightly nervous at his silence. “You always say how cold it
is, so I just thought…”
Before she could start to ramble, Bunny crouched and
pulled her into a hug, purring softly as he nuzzled her hair.
“I love ‘em, ya
Evie smiled, shy and sweet.
“You really like it?”
I do.” The Australian assured, straightening slightly.
Without prompting, the
Pooka unraveled the scarf and expertly looped it around his neck.
The yarn was
warm against his shoulders, the ends hanging loose on both sides of his
shoulders and just waiting for a good burst of speed.
“Now, ya wouldn’t happen ta know where yer sister is, would ya?”
Evie may have been young, and perhaps a bit
naïve, but she was most certainly not blind.
Sipping on the herbal tea Ma had
insisted on, the blonde sat quietly by the fire with the Digimon, watching her
sister and the Pooka on a couch against the far wall.
Angling the paintbrush in
her hands, Casey tried to paint a straight line across the egg’s shell and
pouted when it came out at an angle instead.
Smiling at the adorable
expression, Bunny reached around to hold both her hands steady, practically
encompassing the teenager in an embrace.
“There ya go, bluey.” He rumbled,
amused. “Just gotta keep yer hand from shiftin’, that’s all.”
pink, the redhead nodded, a silly little smile on her lips as Bunny guided her
through another stroke.
There was something about the spark in Casey’s eyes, the quirk in Bunny’s smile…
Evie smiled secretly into her tea, Agumon’s purr
vibrating up her leg as Salamon giggled softly, butting heads gently with the
They were happy, and that was all she needed to know.
Nursing her cup of tea, Evie took a deep breath
as the sleeping aid started to kick in.
Salamon relaxed fully as the dozy
feeling came through the Bond, cuddling further into the blankets as the cup
was set aside.
Yawning widely, the blonde shut off the bedside lamp, leaving
only a strip of artificial light coming in from the half-opened doorway.
would not be going to sleep for another hour at least, but with the moon
shining on her back, Evie felt safe enough to settle down.
As the medicine did
it’s work, the blonde turned and pulled her Digimon close, vision blurring as
dream-sand filtered in to finish the job.
As a little girl and a kitten
scampered over her head, Salamon yawned, all sharp little teeth, as the
wonderful dream filtered through and dragged her into slumber not long after.
Time passed, quiet and peaceful…
The moon’s light brightened sharply in alarm as
the shadows grew, and Salamon frowned, as if sensing a disturbance.
the bed like a lion would it’s prey, Pitch smiled his shark’s-smile with
“Oh, so very sweet…” He cooed maliciously, turning his smile onto
the silent watcher outside. “Your little favorite, isn’t she?”
turned harsh, cutting through the dark, and Pitch chuckled.
“Don’t be like
that, old friend.”
Shadows rose up around the bed like dark sentries, closing
“You should have known better.”
Sandy was the first to notice something was
The dream-sand he had sent to soothe Evie to sleep was suddenly gone,
cut off from the collective consciousness and no longer responding to his
Noticing the sudden shift in his attention, Ally paused,
Frowning, the dream-giver sent out another strand, wondering…
Ally yelped when the former wishing star shot straight up into the
air, exclamation points popping into existence over his head in alarm.
the egg in her hands, Casey winced at the feeling of wet paint as Sandy grabbed
her shoulders and pulled.
“What the hell-?”
Not giving her a chance to
argue, Sandy dragged her off the couch and towards the residential wing, images
appearing over his head in rapid-fire succession.
For a moment, she had no idea
what he was saying-
Until the image of Pitch formed, and her heart dropped
like a stone.
Bolting down the hallway, skidding around corners in
her haste, Casey tried to breathe past the heavy lump in her throat.
No no no no no no no no…
Her shoulder struck the door first, and the barrier
slammed against a wall as the redhead stumbled, panicked gold eyes immediately
locked on the bed.
The empty bed.
Running up to throw the sheets away,
she ignored the toppled tea cup on the floor and displaced mattress in her
“Evie? Evie, where are you? Evie!”
A hand on her shoulder gave her
pause, gold meeting blue as Kim slowly shook her head.
There was no need for
her to say it.
Casey felt her heart break as she realized, truly realized,
it was true.
Evie was gone.
was dark and dank, with only enough light to make shadows across the
stalactites and cages overhead, twisting a person’s perspective like one might
remove the cap of a bottle.
It felt like every dark corner had a set of eyes, always watching and waiting, ready to strike at the slightest provocation…
On-edge, Salamon growled at every shadow, fur damp and bristling
along her back.
She would not allow anyone here to harm her partner, not
while she had anything to say about it.
Curled up in a feeble attempt to
stay warm, Evie reached out to smooth a hand down her Digimon’s back, humming
softly to soothe her.
She had woken up more than an hour ago in this cage,
fever-hot and tired from lack of rest, with no idea what had happened to bring
Casey must be so worried…
Sensing the girl’s thoughts, Salamon
growled softly in comfort, nuzzling against her palm and licking the
A smile unfurled across Evie’s face, soft and brilliant
“Don‘t worry.” She whispered, curling her fingers to scratch
gently behind a floppy ear. “I’m okay.”
“You won’t be for long, I’m afraid.”
Evie jolted in surprise, wide blue eyes meeting sickly amber as the Nightmare
King smirked, rather pleased with himself.
“I have so many plans for you two…I
had begun to wonder if it was possible to turn a Warrior and their Digimon into
Salamon stood between her partner and this familiar threat, sharp
little fangs bared in warning.
“If you hurt her, I’ll…”
Pitch mocked, unimpressed. “Bark at me?”
Bristling in outrage, the puppy-like
Digimon lunged, hitting the bars with a CLANG as her claws caught on the
shade’s cloak in an attempt to slice flesh.
Evie winced as if her own forehead
had struck the metal, a headache throbbing into being.
“Salamon!” She cried
out, gathering the furious Digimon into her arms and hugging her close.
Physical touch amplified the Bond, and she quieted with a growl, not wanting to
upset her Warrior further.
Chuckling, Pitch circled the cage, not at all threatened by the violent outburst.
“Really now, is that any way to treat your
captor?” He chided, amused.
Frowning, Evie lifted her head to stare back, not a
speck of fear in her bright blue eyes or the matching pair that still glared at
“You should let us go now, before you get hurt.”
The warning was said with
such firm confidence that Pitch stopped his casual circling to stare back,
“Oh? And how exactly do you imagine I will get hurt by keeping you
Pitch stopped to consider that possibility, and could admit to
himself that her arrival would likely cause quite a bit of pain.
stop until she finds me, and when she does, she’s going to kick your butt.”
Evie explained, not a single doubt or fear in her mind that this might not be
“What makes you think any of them will even realize you’re gone?” The
Nightmare King bit out, annoyed.
“Casey always knows.”
It was said with the
certainty that one would point out that the sky is blue and the grass is green.
Casey always knows.
Scowling, the Nightmare King turned, summoning his
latest Digimon minion with a wave of his hand.
Like a magician
might appear on stage before a performance, smoke rose up in a funnel,
dissipating quickly to reveal a humanoid Digimon, sun-topped staff in hand and
nearly hidden beneath a thick purple cape and hat.
“You called?” He voiced, a
hint of sarcasm tinting his tone.
“Watch them.” Pitch ordered, too caught up in
his frustration to notice. “And don’t let anyone in.”
Wizardmon nodded his
understanding, turning to study his new charges as the dark spirit disappeared
into the shadows.
The girl was small for a human, and fragile, as if the slightest rough touch would bruise her pale skin, but…
Even in the darkness, her
eyes were shining, practically stars in the eternal darkness of the Nightmare
Wizardmon didn’t feel it was right, keeping someone so bright
caged up in this place.
But that was none of his business; it was his job
to make sure she stayed put, no matter how much the thought bothered him.
the silence dragged on, Wizardmon settled into a cross-legged position next to
the rusty cage, trying to ignore his turbulent emotions.
There was no reason to
care if this foolish endeavor killed him-there was no reason to keep going,
anyway-, but did he really want to take away that right from everyone else?
“He didn’t put a Black Gear in you.” Evie noted softly, Salamon relaxing in her arms and no longer bristling. “Why?”
The humanoid Digimon was silent for a moment,
wondering if he should answer…
“I have no reason to fight, or live.” He
replied, the glimmer of sad green eyes shining beneath the brim of his hat.
“So, there was no reason to refuse.”
Evie frowned in concern, shifting closer.
“Everyone has a reason to live…”
“I did.” Wizardmon admitted, the tense line of
his shoulders loosening. “Every Digimon has a reason for living…Until they are
Salamon whined softly, resting her forepaws on the bars as
sympathy filled her eyes.
“Made the sacrifice anyone in our
position would have.” Wizardmon finished, closing his eyes against the old
pain. “I loved her as much as any Digimon loves their Warrior. To not feel the
Bond…It is a constant reminder that I am alone.”
The blonde-haired girl was silent, taking in the slumped shoulders and bent head…
Wizardmon went still as a
hand took hold of his, warm and solid through the thick leather gloves.
was the first time since her death that he had been touched.
Green eyes met
blue, and the Digimon could almost believe he saw a bit of his partner in those
“You’re not alone anymore.”
It was almost like her voice echoed
underneath, assuring him that everything was alright…
And suddenly, Wizardmon
had another reason to live.
Everything changed, priorities rearranging
themselves lightning-quick in his mind like a dealer shuffling a deck of cards.
There was no doubt in his mind that Pitch wanted to harm this girl and her
Digimon, to taint her light and turn her into a weapon, and that could not be
Even if she was not a Chosen, he would not have allowed it.
were not nearly enough good things in the world as it was.
As if sensing
something had changed, Evie tightened her grip on his hand, cheeks fever-red
but eyes clear.
Mind made up, the Champion-level Digimon squeezed
before pulling away, determined.
Curious, the young girl agreed,
shuffling to the far side of the cage as Salamon crouched by her side in
Aiming his staff at the lock, Wizardmon focused his intent and-
The lock rattled violently under the influence of his magic before
exploding in a shower of metal debris, falling to the ground in a ball of
Salamon wasted no time in shoving the door open, hopping over
the broken lock with ease as Evie carefully stepped out, steadying herself on
the curved bars.
“You two need to get out of here.” Wizardmon urged, scanning
the room for any prying eyes. “There is no telling when he will return, or if
he has others in his employ.”
Straightening despite the weakness in her legs,
the blonde girl frowned in concern as Salamon sniffed the air.
“What about you?
Aren’t you coming with us?”
Purposely ignoring her questions, Wizardmon turned
away to point with his staff.
“Take that tunnel to the surface. It will open to
a lake near the town of Burgess.”
The larger Digimon stopped, unwilling to make eye contact with the smaller one staring holes into his back.
“We are not leaving without you.”
“Actually, none of you will be leaving.”
With a sharp gasp, Evie whipped
around, tripping over her own feet like a newborn fawn as Pitch materialized a
short distance away.
“I’m rather disappointed in you, Wizardmon.” The shade
admitted, slowly circling the trio. “To think I had such high hopes for you…”
Staff pointed unerringly at the dark spirit, the humanoid Digimon frowned
behind the high collar of his cape.
“If you thought I would allow you to harm a
child, then you do not know me very well at all.”
Pitch rolled his eyes with a
gusty sigh, like one would with a foolish child.
“You didn’t seem to mind when
we first approached you. Why the sudden change of heart?”
His gaze was
piercing, calculating and deducing like a predator might before striking down
“Or do you need a reminder of why you agreed in the first place?”
yelped in fright as nightmare-sand rose up from the ground around her, jerking
back and nearly stumbling as Salamon jumped to her defense with a snarl.
tendrils snapped out like striking snakes, grabbing the small puppy-Digimon and
holding her aloft as she struggled, securely muzzled.
Raising his staff, Wizardmon moved to free her-
A massive scythe arced down, prepared to slice him
in half, and he was forced to block the blow instead.
“It’s amazing how weak
your kind becomes without a partner.”
Pitch smirked, bearing down and forcing
the Digimon back despite his solid stance.
“You’re hardly a challenge.”
twist, the scythe hooked under the crooked wood, yanking it from Wizardmon’s
hands to skitter across the floor.
Evie knew in a moment what was about to
happen, heart twisting in worry and panic and no, please don’t hurt him, he
was just trying to help-!
Just as Pitch raised his weapon, ready to bring
it down in a fatal strike, Salamon felt her heart wail in time with her
For the first time in human history,
light touched the lair of the Nightmare King.
“Salamon, Digivolve to…Gatomon!”
Blinded by the unexpected brightness in his
dark lair, Pitch reared back, blinking stars out of his eyes as a glowing dome
deflected the blade of his scythe from Wizardmon’s head.
A white blur struck him full in the face in a burst of blood and agony, Pitch
stumbling as one hand came up to stem the flood.
Once his vision cleared, the
shade could only stare at the bristling feline Digimon before him, large black
claws digging furrows into the stone floor and whip-like tail lashing the air.
Evie collapsed onto her knees in surprise, sparks of light dancing around her
fingertips as the dome that surrounded Wizardmon dissolved.
Did she just…?
“Take one more step. I dare you.” Gatomon threatened,
admittedly more intimidating despite the fact she had not become much bigger
with her transformation.
Cursing to himself, Pitch retreated a few more steps,
furious with his seventh failure in a row.
He would not allow this fact to
leave his domain.
The floor cracked, opening a chasm where the
giant dinosaur-like Digimon rose up, a skull-head as one hand and a metallic
serpent’s as the other, twin tails snapping against the ground so hard it
The two smaller Digimon tensed, Wizardmon’s gaze flickering to his
If he could just get his hands on it…
With a triple-headed roar, Deltamon charged, mouths open in preparation to do just that-
Sharp fangs skittered off the bright domes in a shower of sparks, rearing
back with screeches at the unexpected pain.
Evie flinched at the power that was
exerted on her forcefields, and they flickered out of existence as her focus wavered
with a rush of fever-pain.
Sensing this, Gatomon hissed, attacking the source
of her Warrior’s distress.
Deltamon’s main head snapped
back from the blow, and Wizardmon took the distraction to leap for his staff.
Shoving herself up, Evie forced herself to concentrate as the large dinosaur-like Digimon lashed out at the humanoid Wizardmon with it’s tails.
The blows hit the glowing shields with
teeth-rattling force, enough that Wizardmon stumbled before getting a good grip
on his staff, and Gatomon leapt between them with a glare.
Deltamon went still for a moment, as if frozen solid, before
the three heads suddenly turned on each other.
Taking advantage of the opening,
Wizardmon raised his staff, and stormy clouds formed among the stalactites
Pitch, unwilling to be outdone again, lashed out with his
nightmare-sand at the current bane of his existence.
The girl yelped as the
whip-like constructs wrapped around her legs, jerking back in surprise and
Breaking her focus on Deltamon, the cat-Digimon
turned towards her partner with wide eyes.
Free from her
influence, Deltamon lunged forward-
A bolt of
lightning flew down from the unnatural cloud-cover, striking the massive
Digimon square in the shoulder-blades with a blinding flash.
Gatomon ignored it
as she rushed to her Warrior’s aid, the ring on her tail gathering energy
With a forward flip, the jewelry cut through the
tainted sand like a hot knife through butter, freeing Evie and allowing her to
land in-between the girl and their enemy with ease.
Incapacitated by the powerful shock, Deltamon growled weakly as magical
bindings held him down, pinning all three mouths closed like muzzles.
wild with rage, Pitch glared at the girl that had foiled his carefully-laid
plans so easily.
He had taken such great care to choose the weakest link, to capture her at her most vulnerable, to not threaten her directly so as not to trigger a reaction…
An explosion rocked the walls, and a familiar
roar echoed through the tunnels like a death knell.
It was time to go.
“This isn’t over.” Pitch warned, disappearing into the shadows and vacating his
lair in moments.
Ignoring the ruckus heading their way, Evie ran to Deltamon’s
center head, worry obvious in her eyes.
“Are you alright?”
The dark Digimon growled, flinching back from
her raised hand, as if expecting to be struck.
Gatomon bristled, but said
nothing as her partner’s palm hovered inches from the scaled snout.
want to help.”
Deltamon continued to growl, but it softened enough that Evie
smiled as light sparked between her fingers.
At the first touch, Deltamon
jerked as if shocked.
Wizardmon watched in amazement as a glow came off the girl’s skin and spread over the large Digimon’s flesh, seeping in…
Until a Black
Gear shot out of the heavily-scaled back, disintegrating on contact with the
air, and Deltamon went still with a tired purr.
All three turned at the
shout, and Evie smiled in relief.
Tears in her eyes, the redhead
charged across the space and gathered her sister up in a hug.
“Oh, my baby
bunny, you’re okay…”
Agumon stopped by his partner’s side, slightly out of
breath, as the other Chosen and the Guardians stopped a respectful distance
“I’m okay…” Evie assured, a yawn slurring her words as she leaned into
the older girl for support. “Gatomon and Wizardmon took care of me…”
girl raised her head, realizing what this meant.
“You mean Salamon…? And you…?”
“That’s right.” Gatomon replied, smile proud. “We couldn’t have done it without
The humanoid Digimon fidgeted under the sudden attention, hiding
behind the brim of his hat shyly.
Evie tugged on her sister’s shirt, adrenaline
waning and exhaustion setting in.
“Can they come with us?”
Casey took a moment
to look between Wizardmon and Deltamon, gold eyes turning back to the others
with a shrug.
“Yeah…Yeah, they can come with us.”
He was so very proud of her…
She had stood up for someone
else, and had not wavered in her belief for even a moment.
Fear could not
possibly comprehend Light’s strength.