The time was night, the route was unknown, and in the seat lay two figures sleeping. All around the train others had passed out on the floor or the seats in hopes of arrival to their location the next morning. Many didn't know that the winds brought a strange breeze to them and not long after, the rails screeched.
The boy was up in a flash, drawing an energy weapon from his belt. He looked around, saw the sparks of the wheels, and immediately looked out the window. What he saw was his destination, but he didn't see anything else. Why did it stop suddenly? he thought as he opened the window, letting in a chill. "Hey, wake up." he whispered to the Kyubiimon next to him.
With a slight yawn, the Kyubiimon nuzzled her head against his thigh before opening her eyes. She looked up and met his eyes, before she caught sight outside. Within' seconds, she had stood up and was prepared to disembark to solve this mystery. Her posture actually changed from the reassurances of the Lobomon, but her senses were heightened. "Well, whats the matter? Why did you wake me?" she asked softly.
The boy replied softer, "You know as much as I do Reora. I woke you to be prepared if things got out of hand, or something happened."
Reora shook her head, "Honestly Garrett, you know its night right to wake a sleeping woman, but I understand. Something is definitely wrong here."
Garrett chuckled. He knew he picked her for the right reason. It wasn't the fact that she had silver fur, but the fact she acted on wit instead of impulse like Syl and himself. His attention actually turned back to the land outside, and to the darkness now ever present. "Lets get out of here. I have a hunch this has something to do with Syl."
Reora nodded and followed his lead out the window. When both were outside, Garrett closed it with such a force that it woke some of the patrons inside. Not long after, the train sped up and started to truck off into the distance. "Well," she said with a grin, "I guess he fell asleep and your slamming startled him."
Garrett grabbed his forehead and turned his attention to the horizon. The fact that he saw a shadow on the horizon arose his suspicions, but his true hunch came from field in front of him. "On guard, something approaches." He said, drawing a blade.
Reora came forward and stood by his side. She hunched down and growled, awaiting the approach. She didn't understand the feeling, but she had a strange hunch that this thing was friendly. "Garrett, lower your weapon, I think it means us no harm."
Garrett turned his head toward Reora before back toward the figure. With a sigh, he lowered the weapon and stood there, waiting. "Well if you say he's friendly, I will trust your judgement. If it attacks, then I will not hesitate to fight back in defense."
The figure hobbled slowly forward, his eyes filled with fear. His body had all but shattered and his resolve was decimated. The sight of two people in front of him reflected off his glass orbs and he tried to process the information. All he knew was the sting of cold and insanely painful nightmares, yet he proceed toward the duo. If anyone would help him, it would be them.
His body gave way and he collapsed onto the ice. Garrett saw this sign and immediately rushed forward. Reora followed suit and the look on their faces were awful. Not only did they recognize the figure, they had wept tears of joy. "Syl," Garrett said as he slumped to his knees. "Your alive."
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he held the broken body in his arms. Not only was Syl deathly pale, he had the worst case of frostbite. His head was burning up and he had the strongest of fevers. Whatever willpower he had faded and all he could do was smile. With his raspy voice and erratic movements, he clutched Garrett's shoulder. "I...found...you..." he said before his grip went slack and his eyes closed.
"No! Syl! No! You can't leave me like this. I just found you and now I don't want to lose you!" Garrett's head fell forward as he touched forehead to forehead. "You can't! You can't!" His voice had bellowed over the landscape before he broke down into his regrets.
Reora came over and nudged the body, feeling the life force slowly ebbing away. She took the knowledge into consideration and licked Garrett's cheek. "He will be fine for now, but if he doesn't find shelter, he will truly die. Now we don't want that to happen, Do we?"
Garrett shook his head and put the body down. He flipped the pack off his back and rummaged around until he found a tent. With the skillful knowledge of a human and the speed of a Digimon, he had set up the tent in no time flat. From there, he placed Syl in the tent and saw Reora enter it. "I will keep him warm," she said.
Garrett smiled and went back outside. He sifted through the bag, pulling out some essentials needed to start a fire. What he didn't pack was any form of tender and the only able items he had were winter clothing, which was for his human form, food, pots and pans, water and the bundle of restoratives. So he had to look into the darkness, and see if he found anything.
In his utter disappointment, he didn't find anything. So he started to pack up the items and proceed back to the tent with the bag. When he arrived, it crossed his mind that the bundle still had some restoratives in it. With that note, he proceeded with the original procedure, using Reora's tale for a fire source when needed. When all was said and done, he pulled out a blanket and covered themselves. In the morning, they prayed Syl would be better.
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Sunlight broke through the cloud cover as the duo began to wake. They were exhausted from previous events, let alone the strange feeling that something happened last night. It could be told by the emotions on their faces and the fact Syl blinked at them. "Syl! The restoratives worked! Well, the last of them at least, but it is so good to see you awake. I didn't think they would work that fast," Garrett said.
Syl just chuckled, "Well, they did because I have the strangest thing time just changed, and for the better. It seems to me that the world has felt a passing of some dark being and freedom was on the horizon."
"Freedom?" Reora asked as she sat up.
"Yes, like the world could breathe easy again," Syl replied sitting up. He felt tons better after the excursion and his fight with death. His body had stored quite a bit of energy in such a short amount of time. He didn't understand if it was form the rest, or from the restoratives. He didn't care either way because of his best friends return.
It was the opposite for Garrett and Reora. For Garrett, he had spent so much energy that he couldn't hold his Wolfmon form. His body was shivering, even under the blanket, because he wore the attire of an urban metropolis. He didn't wear any winter gear and the stuff they packed was light winter, not negative. So there he lay, convulsing with the ever cold temperature. If anything, he has weathered worst, and the cold won't end it for him.
Reora had de-digivolved back to Renamon. Her fur was disheveled and the look in her eyes could tell she got little sleep. Her movement was sluggish, and she rested lazily on the floor. She wasn't all that cold due to her fur, but from the look in her eyes, she stayed up all night to keep Garrett warm. For her, this sun wasn't a great thing because she wanted to sleep. "Well, if your good to go, can you please fetch the clothing for Garrett? While your at it, could you please make breakfast? I'm sure it would make us all feel better."
Syl nodded at Reora, and without hesitation, he proceeded to gather the necessary clothing. His movement was ever smoother and he had a graceful presence about doing so. No snide remarks, no jokes, it was entirely a new feeling for him. Which redefined who he was or what he may become.
He shuffled around the tent and found the bag hidden under the blanket. He opened it up and ruffled through it. He found a light jacket, a sweater, some thermal underwear, snow boots, and a pair of snow pants. "If anything, he seemed to be packed for at least a few below negative," he thought.
He couldn't argue about it so he just took them out of the bag and set them down next to Garrett. This was when he realized some very minor change to his eyes. They used to be blue, but they were slowly turning gold, like the colors of a wolf; which slowly closed as he drifted back off to sleep. He also noticed his ears as they were slowly starting to spike. If anything, Syl was worried about the changes of Garrett's body. It looked as if the boy became more feral. "Reora, did you notice the changes about Garrett lately?"
Reora opened her eyes and shook her head. "I haven't seen or heard of any. Why do you ask?"
"Well," he replied, "as I was placing the items next to him, I noticed a slight change in his eye color. It had a hint of gold behind it and his ears had started to change. His scars look old, as if he had them for years, and his body structure just seems different. He looks stronger, and from what I witnessed before we split up was his stamina levels. He has been getting stronger, without us even knowing it."
Reora stood up and pat Syl on the head. "Your silly," she said. When she knelled down next to Garrett, she saw him slowly open his eyes again, and behold, there was a hint of gold to them. She also caught a glimpse of his ears and Syl wasn't joking around. "I guess you aren't silly. How are you doing Garrett?"
Garrett yawned and sat up, causing the blanket to fall off. His torso had more of a bulk and all he did was smile. "I never felt any better, in fact, the weather is so-" he forgot it was cold and hunkered back down under his blanket. He found the clothing that Syl left him and started to change.
"I'm going to go get breakfast started, we got a long day ahead of us," Syl said as he walked out the tent flap.
Reora was speechless. Syl had been ever so kindly to listen to her and Garrett had the changes to him. She couldn't help but wonder what this world is coming to, but all she knew was that with Garrett and Syl, anything was possible. So she left Garrett's side, got up, and exited into the chilly air. She watched the sun rise ever slowly and went to sit down next to Syl. "So, what's the true plan today?"
Syl motioned to her that fire was needed, and she complied using her own tail. While Syl had been preparing breakfast, he would occasionally motion for items and hardly ask for them. when he had everything prepared, he replied, "I say the true plan is to make our way to the border of the Glacial Plains and the Desert. I heard that there was a village connecting the two where we could resupply, and form the looks of things, I expect no Trailmon for a couple of days."
Syl had some insight behind his eyes and Reora nodded. Though she couldn't help but catch a glimpse at the tracks and sigh. "I would bet because those tracks are frozen solid. It would be way to dangerous for them right now."
They started eating moments later, and finally Garrett emerged from the tent. He dressed with what Syl gave him, and walked over to the two eating. He sat down and grabbed a bowl for himself and sat silently, eating. He was half-way done when he broke the silence. "So what are you not telling me."
Syl and Reora were taken aback by his remark. Not only did he state it so bluntly, but he stated it with a hint of displeasure behind his voice. It certainly was a different mood for them, due to the fact that they have never seen Garrett grumpy. So in Reora's defense, Syl spoke up. "We were just talking about some of the changes undergoing your body and the plans to travel to Strawth, the village that connects the boundary to the desert. from there, we will travel and explore until we find what we are looking for. What are we looking for by the way?"
Garrett faintly smiled, "Well, we are out to find a new home - since you were not present during the initial siege of the Digital City - but due to the time warp, the city is probably repaired. In any means, I still plan to leave it. I have grown more fond of the wild ever since the acquiring of my spirit, but what do you mean by 'changes'?"
Reora spoke up in remarks to Garrett's question. "Your body has undergone some very subtle transformations. I didn't see any difference when you shifted back to yourself last night, but Syl did before you dozed back off. He caught hint of a golden tint in your eyes and yours ears are becoming pointed. It's like you are embodying the spirit of a wolf, and changing to fill that role. If I wouldn't say better, it would have to be your connection to Syl. When he grows stronger, so do you, which is why he thinks your stamina levels are higher than they used to be."
Garrett just laughed, which caused everyone else to laugh. "Well, at lea-" His attention turned up toward the sky when he saw a slight sparkle. Within moments, something clicked in his mind. "Scatter!"
The trio all dove their separate ways as a large beam crashed in the middle of their camp. The impact was strong enough that ice shards flew everywhere, grazing the trio as well as shredding the tent. In the cloud of frost that eventually settled was a large crater. A power like that was on the magnitude level of a Perfect or Ultimate level attack. For the trio, it meant trouble.
Syl was the first to yell, "Did you see what shot that?!"
Reora got up on her feet, slightly fazed by the power of the explosion. Her head was dizzy and she couldn't think straight. "I don't know, I never saw anything! What about you Garrett? Garrett!"
There was no sound from Garrett, but he kept silent as he rolled over the top of the tent. He reached inside and found his visor by sheer luck. He removed it form the remains and slipped it over his eyes. With the flick of a switch, the power roared to life on the machine, providing a radar which showed multiple amounts of activity. "I'm fine! Just -"
Another defining roar sounded in the sky as the ground shook. The power of the force was close enough to the other crater that Syl and reora were blown away from the shockwave. This time, the blast came from an Ultimate level attack.
"Garrett!" They both yelled in unison.
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"Target has been eliminated. Returning to base," the voice said over some intercom.
"Good, you shall be rewarded for killing that filthy creature. He has grown troublesome in my plans. Now, you have another-" the female voice said just before she was cut off.
"Leader, are you there?" The Digimon asked, but all he got was static.
"That's strange, the communications are free up here. Could something be jamming the signal?"
It was then that he heard the strangest of buzzes, as if fuel was being burnt. So he turned his head and what he saw was just a huge wall of missiles break through the clouds. What he counted was at least 10, but the full number was 16. He started evasive maneuvers, but was having a hard time out running the rockets.
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As Syl and Reora went to go check on Garrett, they saw that the smoke had parted and Garrett stood relatively unharmed. He had four cards in his hand that had all been swiped and his shield lay discarded next to him. From the look they saw in Garrett's eyes, it caused something to trigger. Syl knew what could of triggered it and came to shake his head. "The damn Dark Legion. They are still out to kill us."
Reora didn't know what to say. All she could wonder is how Garrett was able to survive a direct it. "Who cares about the dread legion. What I want to know, is how did you survive a blow like that. Your only human!"
((Name: Homing Missile
Number: R30
Type: Multi-Target
Duration: Until missiles hit target(s)
Effect: Four heat-seeking missiles appear out of nowhere, fly toward the opponent and explode on contact, causing fifteen points of damage per missile. The projectiles can also split up to follow multiple opponents, and have at least one guaranteed hit.
Name: Recycle(x2)
Number: C29
Type: Single Target
Duration: Dependant on the card reused
Effect: The effect of one card (of the user’s choice) used by either Tamer in the previous 3 posts is reactivated (the card lasts as long as its own description states).
Name: Graceful Charity
Number: C17
Type: Single Target
Duration: Dependant on the card reused
Effect: Allows the user to re-use one card s/he has used earlier in the battle (the card lasts as long as its description states), but disallows him/her from using two cards of his/her choice that have not yet been used in the current battle.
The two lost: Name: Shadowsnap
Number: C31
Type: Single Target
Duration: 1 Turn
Effect: The affected Digimon throws a sharp object into one opponent's shadow, stopping him/her in place.
Name: Twilight Timer
Number: C39
Type: Single Target
Duration: 1 Turn
Effect: Completely immobilises one opponent Digimon for a single turn.))
Garrett smirked as the missiles found their target. Thanks to the battle visor, the Digimon wasn't completely stealthy and thus was a prime target. To Garrett, 16 missiles was hell of an explosion, but the care of his partners took priority over anything. SO, he turned his attention to Reora and laughed. "I guess you wouldn't believe me if I said the shield absorbed all the damage."
The two looked at the shield with puzzlement. Syl, unable to grasp the reality of the situation, asked, "What do you mean by that?"
Garrett laughed a she picked up the shield an the remaining items in the burlap bag and proceeded to leave. The duo followed in his footsteps and listened to how he recalled ever getting such a shield. In time, they turned around and watched as a beautiful explosion ignited in the sky. It was truly a wonderful sight. "So, the place were going to is Strawth?"
"Aye, it should be a wonderful place indeed," Syl replied.
((I honestly didn't want to fight anything. More or less get Syl back and have soem character development.))
