Ok. I was thinking about writing a Digimon fanfic so here goes.
This prologue is like a short story that's set 6 years before the main story.
Prologue
It seemed like a peaceful night. The small town of Oakdale seemed to sleep along with its townspeople. The clock tower struck midnight, causing a flock of startled pigeons, to fly away in fear.
That's when it all changed.
The night whispered in hushed tones, as a shadowy figure slowly emerged from the darkness. The figure walked slowly towards the clock tower, his steps echoing throughout the town.
A second figure followed the first, taking care not to be seen. The first figure didn't seem to notice and, as he reached the clock tower, he creaked open the large wooden doors, and stepped inside.
Knowing that know one could see him, the second figure took off his cloak, revealing his angelic appearance.
"I can not let him succeed," he said to himself.
And with that he soared through the air, and into the opening through the doors. He flew through a dark hallway, the only source of light being candles that were set upon the wall.
"Where did he go?"
Meanwhile, deep in the basement of the clock tower, a man in a cloak was walking slowly across a dimly lit room.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," he said with a large smirk on his face.
He looked around.
There wasn't much in the room. Mainly the room was devoted to a large statue that stood in a corner. The statue, surprisingly, was that of a large tree.
"Hmmmm. I wonder."
He walked over to the statue, and bent down to examine it's base. A small inscription was etched across the bottom of the tree.
Here lies the future to the digital world.
"Aha! I have found it!"
He reached over his shoulder and from under his cloak, brought out a large sword.
"Trump Sword!" he cried. The statue crumpled into a pile of dust.
Underneath the rubble lay a small box. He picked it up and opened it.
"Perfect. There all here!"
He closed the box and broke into a fit of maniacal laughter.
"Hmmm. I heard something. I'm sure of it."
The angelic figure had been searching up and down the clock tower, but had found no trace of him. Then suddenly he had heard noises from somewhere deep below him.
"The basement," he said conclusively.
He flew down several flights of stairs, always looking around to make sure he didn't miss anything. He heard laughing.
He stopped.
"That's him", he told himself. "He's insane. Doesn't he know he could bring about the destruction of our world?"
He flew towards a door that was simply marked with the words; Statue room. Laughing could be heard from behind the door.
Without warning, he burst the door open.
A man knelt on the ground, grovelling to the angel.
"Please! Don't hurt me! I'm just an innocent bystander!"
"Stop the charade, you maniac. I know its you Piedmon."
The man smiled and then slowly transformed into a freakishly grinning clown.
"So what brings you here, MagnaAngemon? Have you come here to stop me?"
"As a matter of fact I have", MagnaAngemon replied. "You have the crests that belong to the saviours of the prophecy. I'm here to stop you from using them for evil purposes."
Piedmon laughed and an evil grin spread across his face.
"You don't seriously believe that do you! It's just a bunch of mumbo jumbo!"
"Yes, I do. And I am prepared to fight for what I believe in."
"Actions speak louder than words, my friend! Let's settle this outside."
The two Digimon flew out of the building, with Piedmon still holding the box in his hands.
"Uhh. Five more minutes mummy."
A little boy was lying in his bed, talking in his sleep. Suddenly he heard some loud noises coming from outside his house.
"Excalibur!"
"Trump Sword!"
"Huh?" The little boy rose from his bed and walked over to the window.
Clashes of metal could be heard and the boy, curious, went over to see what was going on.
An angel and some sort of strange, scary-looking clown were attacking each other with swords.
The boy pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Then he ran downstairs to where his mother was sleeping.
"Mommy! Monsters are attacking each other!"
"Mmmmm.....that's nice dear", his mother said half awake. "Why don't you tell your friend, Eric?"
He ran over to the phone and started dialling his friend's house, the only number he knew.
Bring..... Bring....
"Uhh."
Eric's mother picked up the phone while still in her bed.
"Mmm?"
"Hello Mrs Patterson. Is Eric there? It's urgent!"
"Eric. It's Max." she called. Then she fell asleep.
Her son walked over and picked up the phone from her limp hand.
"Hello?"
"Eric! It's me!"
"Hi, Max. What is it?"
"Look out your window! Monsters are attacking!"
Eric walked towards his window, rubbing his eyes. He got to the window and reached into his pyjama pocket. He took out his glasses and put them on.
He dropped the phone.
"Eric are you still there?"
"Excalibur!"
The box burst open, spilling the contents onto the street.
"The crests!"
Piedmon rushed down to pick up as many as he could, with MagnaAngemon doing the same.
MagnaAngemon looked down at his hands.
"Only five? Then you must have-"
"The other six." He said with a smirk. "Now MagnaAngemon, prepare to face my wrath."
He brought out his sword, keeping the crests safe within his other hand.
"Trump Sword!" he yelled, as he stuck his sword straight through MagnaAngemon's armour.
MagnaAngemon cried out in pain.
From the sidelines many children watched. Even a man looked through his window in disbelief.
Some of them were crying for the wounded angel, hoping that he would be all right.
That gave him hope.
"Excalibur!" he cried and he hit Piedmon hard, but not enough to cause any major damage.
Scared, Piedmon started to fly away. Before he left for the digital world, he called back;
"You haven't seen the last of me, MagnaAngemon!" And with that he disappeared.
MagnaAngemon smiled at the people staring through their windows at him. He looked down at his wound.
"It's too deep. I can not heal myself."
From his window, the small boy named Max watched as the angel threw the five crests into the air, scattering them across the land.
Then, slowly, the angel began to fade.
Max opened his window.
"Don't go!" He cried, tears streaming down his face.
The angel stared at him. All over the street, small children were crying. Even the man had tears in his eyes.
The angel began to speak.
"I have to go. It is my time." He smiled.
"You must remember something for me Max Grayson."
"Huh? How do you know my name?"
"It's not important. What's important is your future. Remember this Max Grayson; you have a destiny. Promise me that you'll remember."
Max sniffed.
"Uh-huh. I promise."
MagnaAngemon smiled.
"Good" he said.
Then, the angel faded and his data drifted up to the sky and disappeared.
This prologue is like a short story that's set 6 years before the main story.
Prologue
It seemed like a peaceful night. The small town of Oakdale seemed to sleep along with its townspeople. The clock tower struck midnight, causing a flock of startled pigeons, to fly away in fear.
That's when it all changed.
The night whispered in hushed tones, as a shadowy figure slowly emerged from the darkness. The figure walked slowly towards the clock tower, his steps echoing throughout the town.
A second figure followed the first, taking care not to be seen. The first figure didn't seem to notice and, as he reached the clock tower, he creaked open the large wooden doors, and stepped inside.
Knowing that know one could see him, the second figure took off his cloak, revealing his angelic appearance.
"I can not let him succeed," he said to himself.
And with that he soared through the air, and into the opening through the doors. He flew through a dark hallway, the only source of light being candles that were set upon the wall.
"Where did he go?"
Meanwhile, deep in the basement of the clock tower, a man in a cloak was walking slowly across a dimly lit room.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," he said with a large smirk on his face.
He looked around.
There wasn't much in the room. Mainly the room was devoted to a large statue that stood in a corner. The statue, surprisingly, was that of a large tree.
"Hmmmm. I wonder."
He walked over to the statue, and bent down to examine it's base. A small inscription was etched across the bottom of the tree.
Here lies the future to the digital world.
"Aha! I have found it!"
He reached over his shoulder and from under his cloak, brought out a large sword.
"Trump Sword!" he cried. The statue crumpled into a pile of dust.
Underneath the rubble lay a small box. He picked it up and opened it.
"Perfect. There all here!"
He closed the box and broke into a fit of maniacal laughter.
"Hmmm. I heard something. I'm sure of it."
The angelic figure had been searching up and down the clock tower, but had found no trace of him. Then suddenly he had heard noises from somewhere deep below him.
"The basement," he said conclusively.
He flew down several flights of stairs, always looking around to make sure he didn't miss anything. He heard laughing.
He stopped.
"That's him", he told himself. "He's insane. Doesn't he know he could bring about the destruction of our world?"
He flew towards a door that was simply marked with the words; Statue room. Laughing could be heard from behind the door.
Without warning, he burst the door open.
A man knelt on the ground, grovelling to the angel.
"Please! Don't hurt me! I'm just an innocent bystander!"
"Stop the charade, you maniac. I know its you Piedmon."
The man smiled and then slowly transformed into a freakishly grinning clown.
"So what brings you here, MagnaAngemon? Have you come here to stop me?"
"As a matter of fact I have", MagnaAngemon replied. "You have the crests that belong to the saviours of the prophecy. I'm here to stop you from using them for evil purposes."
Piedmon laughed and an evil grin spread across his face.
"You don't seriously believe that do you! It's just a bunch of mumbo jumbo!"
"Yes, I do. And I am prepared to fight for what I believe in."
"Actions speak louder than words, my friend! Let's settle this outside."
The two Digimon flew out of the building, with Piedmon still holding the box in his hands.
"Uhh. Five more minutes mummy."
A little boy was lying in his bed, talking in his sleep. Suddenly he heard some loud noises coming from outside his house.
"Excalibur!"
"Trump Sword!"
"Huh?" The little boy rose from his bed and walked over to the window.
Clashes of metal could be heard and the boy, curious, went over to see what was going on.
An angel and some sort of strange, scary-looking clown were attacking each other with swords.
The boy pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Then he ran downstairs to where his mother was sleeping.
"Mommy! Monsters are attacking each other!"
"Mmmmm.....that's nice dear", his mother said half awake. "Why don't you tell your friend, Eric?"
He ran over to the phone and started dialling his friend's house, the only number he knew.
Bring..... Bring....
"Uhh."
Eric's mother picked up the phone while still in her bed.
"Mmm?"
"Hello Mrs Patterson. Is Eric there? It's urgent!"
"Eric. It's Max." she called. Then she fell asleep.
Her son walked over and picked up the phone from her limp hand.
"Hello?"
"Eric! It's me!"
"Hi, Max. What is it?"
"Look out your window! Monsters are attacking!"
Eric walked towards his window, rubbing his eyes. He got to the window and reached into his pyjama pocket. He took out his glasses and put them on.
He dropped the phone.
"Eric are you still there?"
"Excalibur!"
The box burst open, spilling the contents onto the street.
"The crests!"
Piedmon rushed down to pick up as many as he could, with MagnaAngemon doing the same.
MagnaAngemon looked down at his hands.
"Only five? Then you must have-"
"The other six." He said with a smirk. "Now MagnaAngemon, prepare to face my wrath."
He brought out his sword, keeping the crests safe within his other hand.
"Trump Sword!" he yelled, as he stuck his sword straight through MagnaAngemon's armour.
MagnaAngemon cried out in pain.
From the sidelines many children watched. Even a man looked through his window in disbelief.
Some of them were crying for the wounded angel, hoping that he would be all right.
That gave him hope.
"Excalibur!" he cried and he hit Piedmon hard, but not enough to cause any major damage.
Scared, Piedmon started to fly away. Before he left for the digital world, he called back;
"You haven't seen the last of me, MagnaAngemon!" And with that he disappeared.
MagnaAngemon smiled at the people staring through their windows at him. He looked down at his wound.
"It's too deep. I can not heal myself."
From his window, the small boy named Max watched as the angel threw the five crests into the air, scattering them across the land.
Then, slowly, the angel began to fade.
Max opened his window.
"Don't go!" He cried, tears streaming down his face.
The angel stared at him. All over the street, small children were crying. Even the man had tears in his eyes.
The angel began to speak.
"I have to go. It is my time." He smiled.
"You must remember something for me Max Grayson."
"Huh? How do you know my name?"
"It's not important. What's important is your future. Remember this Max Grayson; you have a destiny. Promise me that you'll remember."
Max sniffed.
"Uh-huh. I promise."
MagnaAngemon smiled.
"Good" he said.
Then, the angel faded and his data drifted up to the sky and disappeared.
