An Afternoon Story
From atop a large boulder, a weary figure watched across the field at the baby Digimon, bouncing to and fro all around. The red and blue rabbit-like figures were trying desperately to control them, but they only seemed to be swallowed up amongst the crowd of bobbing heads. This caused a small smirk to form on his lips. One of them ran towards him in a desperate attempt to escape, with a few kids chasing after him as he did.
“Master Surge! Help! They’re ruthless!” he whined and climbed up the boulder. Surge let out a raspy laugh as the playful Digimon pulled him by his many long tails back to the ground.
“Hey! No complaining! You volunteered to be a caretaker. This is part of your job! Now quit being a wimp and take it like a man!” He placed his foot on the Elecmon’s face and shoved him back into the crowd, where the baby Digimon happily carrying him away on their backs – or rather, the top of their heads. Well, I guess I’d better go help the newbies, Surge finally thought and jumped off the boulder and walked back to the large group. Placing his clawed hands over his mouth, he yelled in a loud voice, “Ok children! Gather around, I’ve got another story to tell you!”
Time seemed to stop for a brief moment, as everyone stopped to listen to Surge’s announcement. Then, almost immediately, everyone had already gathered around him, eager to listen to one of his latest tales. The other Elecmon flopped to the ground, tired and relieved for the moment.
“What’s the story about, Master Surge?” Tokomon, an In-training Digimon asked.
“Yeah, tell us, tell us!” The other baby Digimon chorused.
Surge lifted his hands in defense from their questions. “Settle down now, I’m getting to it! This story is actually a legend, passed down from our ancestors long ago. It’s…the legend of the Digidestinied.” Edited by: Shadowheart0808 at: 9/27/03 9:59 pm
“Ooooo!!!” the babies chorused and eagerly listened.
“What is Digidestinied, Master Surge?” a Nyaromon asked.
Surge smiled and started his story. “The Digidestinied are a group of chosen children sent from another world to save ours when the forces of evil come to threaten it. Long ago, our ancestors predicted that when our world is in danger of destruction, these children will come, possessing powers great enough to banish the evil and restore the peace back to the Digimon world.” Surge leaned forward intently. “It was only supposed to be a legend, nothing more. No one believed it would come true…until that day arrived, when evil finally made its move on a small island somewhere across the ocean. And just as the legend foretold, seven children from another world came, and with their Digimon partners, used their great and holy powers against the evil Digimon.” Surge lean back and gazed at the cloudless blue sky. “That was so long ago. I don’t think that any of you were even there in you previous lives. I, myself, remember it well. There was utter chaos all around. Digimon fought to stay alive, to keep from being swallowed up by the dark ones. Huge portals ruined the sky, taking Digimon to the world of the Digidestinied and trapping them there. But all throughout, they remained hopeful and believed the Digidestinied would save them. And they did.”
He paused for a minute to recount on the past before a baby Digimon tugged on his cloak. “Master Surge, will the Dark Digimon ever come back again?” it asked with worry in its beady eyes. Surge managed a smile and picked up the baby.
“Maybe so, young one. But always remember, where there is darkness, light will always be there as well to balance. But the brighter the light will be, the deeper the darkness would be as well. What’s important is to always keep that little bit of light inside your heart. That light, young one, is called hope.”
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