AN: I'm not quite sure how this one will work out since I'm constantly rewriting parts of it. Thus, updates may take a little while.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, though I wish I owned Wizardmon. Also, as in most fanfictions, what I don't know, I made up, so things might not follow exactly how it should.
What My Heart Was Looking For
Chapter one: Beyond the Iron Gates
It was the perfect night in the Digital World. A warm breeze caressed the giant Mammothmon's fir as he dreamt. Elecmon sat on a ridge and counted the many stars shining down on them. The moon was especially perfect that night, radiating a silvery light. Only that moon ever comforted the young cat as she sat alone, locked away behind stone walls. All the dreams she once had were long lost. Not even a flicker of hope could survive in the dark castle. She had once thought of trying to escape that horrible place and finding her way on her own, but she knew that was impossible. No matter where she hid, no matter where she ran, the evil master of the castle would find her. No one ever got away form Myotismon. Sometimes, she wished that she had wings to fly. Such wings would take her anywhere she wished and she wouldn't have to look back. If she had wings, she could fly to the moon. The evil master would never find her there. She would finally find peace.
Light spewed into the dark room. Her eyes shot to the dark shadow in the bright doorway. She recognized the large scythe in the figure's hand. It was Myotismon's second favorite minion, Phantomon.
"What d'you want?" She hissed at him.
"Myotismon requests your presence in his throne room," Phantomon's airy voice explained.
The young cat glanced back at the moon.
"You mustn't keep Myotismon waiting," Phantomon insisted.
"Leave me alone!" She spat at him.
"I'd be glad to," Phantomon said. "It would actually be enjoyable to watch Myotismon beat you until you see red."
"I'm already seeing red," she muttered. "Now, go away!"
Phantomon's shadow disappeared.
He was right, though. If she did not show up when Myotismon requested, she would find herself covered in scars more than she already was. She had no choice.
As the master had ordered, the young cat appeared in the throne room. Myotismon sat on his high throne in his dark cape and grinned down at her, revealing his dripping fangs.
"Ah, Gatomon," he said, an evil laugh on the tip of his tongue.
"You wanted to see me, master?" She asked, kneeling down in front of him.
"I've decided that you have been cooped up long enough," Myotismon began, grabbing a goblet of red liquid. "I'm sending you to Gazi-Gatsu village."
"What for?" Gatomon blurted, surprised that Myotismon was actually sending her somewhere.
"Convince the occupants of this village to join our cause," Myotismon explained absently.
"How could I convince them?" Gatomon asked. "I have no experience in this work."
Gatomon wasn't sure why she was complaining. She had longed for so long to get away from that horrible place. This was her chance. Of course, she couldn't run away, but it would be nice to get out of the castle for a while. Still, she found herself afraid to leave. She had been locked behind stone walls for so long, the free Digiworld scared her. It could have been fear that when she finally gets away, she would have to face returning. How could she return there of free will?
"You won't get experience without going into the field," Myotismon told her. "Besides, if the Gazi-Gatsu refuse to join us, you can just force them to. Take some bakemon with you."
Force them? Gatomon didn't like the sound of that, but she could not refuse Myotismon.
"When do you want me to leave?" Gatomon asked.
Myotismon grinned wider, saying, "Now."
Gatomon nodded and headed out of the throne room. As she walked down the steep staircase, she glimpsed several bakemon hanging around in mid air. They were truly disgusting with their slobbery teeth, coal eyes, and torn, putrid rags hanging from their large, foul-smelling mouths.
"Bakemon!" Gatomon shouted. "Follow me!"
The bakemon just floated there and looked at each other in confusion.
"Come on or I'll have to drag your ugly hides to Gazi-Gatsu village!" Gatomon threatened.
Immediately, the bakemon flew over to her, shaking with fear. Gatomon continued down the steps, the bakemon following closely. It was like this until they reached the castle portcullis. As the bakemon sitting on the stone wall raised the iron gate, Gatomon stared beyond into the thick fog. The outlines of trees and hills called to her. Gatomon could feel her paws shaking as she took her first step out of the castle walls. When she heard the loathsome bakemon behind her growing restless, her confidence returned. She couldn't let them think she was weak.
"Put a cork in it!" She hissed over her shoulder. "We'll go when I'm good and ready. Understand me?"
The bakemon hushed up.
Gatomon took a breath and walked out into the open. The air was fresh and warm, quite opposite of that within the castle walls. She grew up smelling the stench of death and decay. Even with the bakemon just behind her, Gatomon thought the air smelled absolutely heavenly. She had to fight the urge to climb a tree and just lick herself clean of the filth she had been living in. There was no time for that, and it would make the bakemon suspicious if their rotted brains were capable of it.
"Hurry up, slow poke!"
Gatomon shot a glare at the bakemon, demanding, "Who said that?"
"Up here, stupid!"
Gatomon looked above her and saw a purple ball with wings, bird claws and teeth. It was DemiDevimon, Myotismon's favorite minion. He must have been the most annoying thing alive.
"What are you doing here?" Gatomon demanded.
"Did it occur to you," DemiDevimon began, circling Gatomon, "that you don't have the slightest idea where Gazi-Gatsu village is?"
"And you're supposed to show me the way?" Gatomon groaned.
"And make sure you don't screw everything up," DemiDevimon said, stopping circling her for a moment.
Gatomon took the opportunity to swap DemiDevimon with her large claws. He squawked and rose higher so she could not reach him. DemiDevimon spit out his tongue at her.
"I'm warning you," Gatomon growled, "if you get in my way, I'll have your wings for breakfast."
"You're just jealous," DemiDevimon laughed.
Gatomon's enmity for him grew. It might have been because he was right in a sense. She did wish she had wings, but not ones as ugly as his. DemiDevimon started off, leading the way to Gazi-Gatsu village. His raspy voice urged everyone on with threats just as the fog lifted. Gatomon casually surveyed everything she saw. A rock on the ground interested her. Cliffs and mountains caught more attention. There was something so familiar about her surroundings. It was like she had been traveling along this very path a long time ago.
She was much younger then. Somehow, she found herself lost in a fog. She was scared and alone. Then a deep voice came out of nowhere and beckoned her. She followed it all the way up to the castle gates.
"Come, Salamon."
The voice promised to fulfill her dreams and care for her. So she continued. That was the last time she saw freedom or anything of the outside.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short. I'm not sure if the proceeding chapters will be longer or shorter. Review and tell me what you think so far. If you're wondering where Wizardmon is, rest assured that he'll be in the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, though I wish I owned Wizardmon. Also, as in most fanfictions, what I don't know, I made up, so things might not follow exactly how it should.
What My Heart Was Looking For
Chapter one: Beyond the Iron Gates
It was the perfect night in the Digital World. A warm breeze caressed the giant Mammothmon's fir as he dreamt. Elecmon sat on a ridge and counted the many stars shining down on them. The moon was especially perfect that night, radiating a silvery light. Only that moon ever comforted the young cat as she sat alone, locked away behind stone walls. All the dreams she once had were long lost. Not even a flicker of hope could survive in the dark castle. She had once thought of trying to escape that horrible place and finding her way on her own, but she knew that was impossible. No matter where she hid, no matter where she ran, the evil master of the castle would find her. No one ever got away form Myotismon. Sometimes, she wished that she had wings to fly. Such wings would take her anywhere she wished and she wouldn't have to look back. If she had wings, she could fly to the moon. The evil master would never find her there. She would finally find peace.
Light spewed into the dark room. Her eyes shot to the dark shadow in the bright doorway. She recognized the large scythe in the figure's hand. It was Myotismon's second favorite minion, Phantomon.
"What d'you want?" She hissed at him.
"Myotismon requests your presence in his throne room," Phantomon's airy voice explained.
The young cat glanced back at the moon.
"You mustn't keep Myotismon waiting," Phantomon insisted.
"Leave me alone!" She spat at him.
"I'd be glad to," Phantomon said. "It would actually be enjoyable to watch Myotismon beat you until you see red."
"I'm already seeing red," she muttered. "Now, go away!"
Phantomon's shadow disappeared.
He was right, though. If she did not show up when Myotismon requested, she would find herself covered in scars more than she already was. She had no choice.
As the master had ordered, the young cat appeared in the throne room. Myotismon sat on his high throne in his dark cape and grinned down at her, revealing his dripping fangs.
"Ah, Gatomon," he said, an evil laugh on the tip of his tongue.
"You wanted to see me, master?" She asked, kneeling down in front of him.
"I've decided that you have been cooped up long enough," Myotismon began, grabbing a goblet of red liquid. "I'm sending you to Gazi-Gatsu village."
"What for?" Gatomon blurted, surprised that Myotismon was actually sending her somewhere.
"Convince the occupants of this village to join our cause," Myotismon explained absently.
"How could I convince them?" Gatomon asked. "I have no experience in this work."
Gatomon wasn't sure why she was complaining. She had longed for so long to get away from that horrible place. This was her chance. Of course, she couldn't run away, but it would be nice to get out of the castle for a while. Still, she found herself afraid to leave. She had been locked behind stone walls for so long, the free Digiworld scared her. It could have been fear that when she finally gets away, she would have to face returning. How could she return there of free will?
"You won't get experience without going into the field," Myotismon told her. "Besides, if the Gazi-Gatsu refuse to join us, you can just force them to. Take some bakemon with you."
Force them? Gatomon didn't like the sound of that, but she could not refuse Myotismon.
"When do you want me to leave?" Gatomon asked.
Myotismon grinned wider, saying, "Now."
Gatomon nodded and headed out of the throne room. As she walked down the steep staircase, she glimpsed several bakemon hanging around in mid air. They were truly disgusting with their slobbery teeth, coal eyes, and torn, putrid rags hanging from their large, foul-smelling mouths.
"Bakemon!" Gatomon shouted. "Follow me!"
The bakemon just floated there and looked at each other in confusion.
"Come on or I'll have to drag your ugly hides to Gazi-Gatsu village!" Gatomon threatened.
Immediately, the bakemon flew over to her, shaking with fear. Gatomon continued down the steps, the bakemon following closely. It was like this until they reached the castle portcullis. As the bakemon sitting on the stone wall raised the iron gate, Gatomon stared beyond into the thick fog. The outlines of trees and hills called to her. Gatomon could feel her paws shaking as she took her first step out of the castle walls. When she heard the loathsome bakemon behind her growing restless, her confidence returned. She couldn't let them think she was weak.
"Put a cork in it!" She hissed over her shoulder. "We'll go when I'm good and ready. Understand me?"
The bakemon hushed up.
Gatomon took a breath and walked out into the open. The air was fresh and warm, quite opposite of that within the castle walls. She grew up smelling the stench of death and decay. Even with the bakemon just behind her, Gatomon thought the air smelled absolutely heavenly. She had to fight the urge to climb a tree and just lick herself clean of the filth she had been living in. There was no time for that, and it would make the bakemon suspicious if their rotted brains were capable of it.
"Hurry up, slow poke!"
Gatomon shot a glare at the bakemon, demanding, "Who said that?"
"Up here, stupid!"
Gatomon looked above her and saw a purple ball with wings, bird claws and teeth. It was DemiDevimon, Myotismon's favorite minion. He must have been the most annoying thing alive.
"What are you doing here?" Gatomon demanded.
"Did it occur to you," DemiDevimon began, circling Gatomon, "that you don't have the slightest idea where Gazi-Gatsu village is?"
"And you're supposed to show me the way?" Gatomon groaned.
"And make sure you don't screw everything up," DemiDevimon said, stopping circling her for a moment.
Gatomon took the opportunity to swap DemiDevimon with her large claws. He squawked and rose higher so she could not reach him. DemiDevimon spit out his tongue at her.
"I'm warning you," Gatomon growled, "if you get in my way, I'll have your wings for breakfast."
"You're just jealous," DemiDevimon laughed.
Gatomon's enmity for him grew. It might have been because he was right in a sense. She did wish she had wings, but not ones as ugly as his. DemiDevimon started off, leading the way to Gazi-Gatsu village. His raspy voice urged everyone on with threats just as the fog lifted. Gatomon casually surveyed everything she saw. A rock on the ground interested her. Cliffs and mountains caught more attention. There was something so familiar about her surroundings. It was like she had been traveling along this very path a long time ago.
She was much younger then. Somehow, she found herself lost in a fog. She was scared and alone. Then a deep voice came out of nowhere and beckoned her. She followed it all the way up to the castle gates.
"Come, Salamon."
The voice promised to fulfill her dreams and care for her. So she continued. That was the last time she saw freedom or anything of the outside.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short. I'm not sure if the proceeding chapters will be longer or shorter. Review and tell me what you think so far. If you're wondering where Wizardmon is, rest assured that he'll be in the next chapter.