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The Return of Digidestiny - The Myotismon Freak

I

	It was a bright day in the city of Odaiba. Almost everyone was out and 

about, and those at home only were because they were either sick or had to 

work. All in all, it was a pleasant day.

	Many people were going on the infamous "Battle Site Tour," in which they 

were showed and taken to places where the Digidestined had once battled 

evil.

	"And this is where Sora and Mimi of the Digidestined were once attacked by 

a Digimon now known as SkullMeramon . . ." droned the guide, pointing to a 

red tower, which stood tall. Little did the tourists know, Sora and Mimi 

were hidden among the crowd. They had come for the memories of their battle 

against evil . . .

	Meanwhile, Joe Kido was putting the finishing touches on his book, Battle 

for the Two Worlds, which told the story of his trip to the Digiworld, and 

back. It was omitting the part at the very end of their journey, in which 

Emily Ono and Myotismon had been transported somewhere by the last rays of 

moonlight at exactly midnight under the eclipse. As a matter of fact, he had 

left out the whole ninth Digidestined story-the people needed not to know.

	It had been eight years since that night, when Myotismon and the ninth 

Digidestined had been transported to elsewhere. The Digidestined had once 

been recognized as heroes, but were now sunken into the past. The only thing 

that remained was the flood of tourists wishing to see where they had 

battled the evil Digimon.

	Joe was now an author, helping people draw upon their own inner strength, 

as he had done so long ago when they were battling evil. Sora and Mimi were 

a matched pair, doing everything with each other, but they were still 

looking for work. T.K. and Kari were dating each other, and Izzy was a 

world-renowned computer programmer, known for his excellent accomplishments. 

Tai was known for soccer-he still played, after all these years. And 

finally, Matt was himself-the self-proclaimed "cool one" that some girls 

went mad over.

	They all still kept their Digimon, even though they had once been offered a 

large sum of money by some zoo. The Digidestined had declined, keeping their 

partners alongside them.

	No one had changed much; everyone looked the same, pretty much, except for 

the fact that they had grown.

	They all thought life in itself were an adventure, which it is, but their 

real quest was about to begin.





	A tall, blond headed, green eyed girl walked silently down the sidewalk, 

followed by a dark figure that she was almost as tall as. They were heading 

for the ticket booth for the "Battle Sites Tour."

	When they arrived there, the person working the booth was curious as to who 

the girl's strange companion was. "A friend of mine interested in taking the 

tour," was all she said, very politely. At her belt was an odd device . . .

	After buying tickets, they waited just inside the gate for the next tour to 

begin. As they did so, they ran into the last group, which was the one that 

contained Sora and Mimi.

	Both of them noticed the girl and her dark companion, who reminded them of 

someone . . .

	It was then that Mimi and Sora noticed the Digivice attached to the belt 

loop of the girl. And that could only mean one thing . . .

	 . . . That the girl was Emily Ono, the ninth Digidestined, and her shadowy 

companion was her Digimon, Myotismon.





	"Oh my goodness," said Mimi. "Oh, my, goodness."

	It had seemed like forever since they last saw her and Myotismon, but it 

had actually been eight years. And they had never known where she had gone.

	Walking over, Sora said, "Hi. My name's Sora. Are you Ymparshthu?"

	Emily nodded her head.

	Whispered Mimi, "How is Myotismon with you? I thought he could only come 

out at night."

	Ymparshthu smiled. "I will explain later. Why do not you come with us? I 

can explain on the way."

	Of course she meant on the tour. But they had just come from that. Both of 

them, though, thought that the return of the ninth Digidestined was more 

important than paying five dollars to go on the same tour again.

	Five minutes later, they were on a bus, heading to the first spot.

	They all sat in the back, side by side, so no one could listen in on their 

conversation. It was then that Ymparshthu started to explain. .

	"First of all, it is my crest that allows Myotismon to be able to come out 

during the day. As you well know, it is of Faithfulness. That power enables 

him to withstand the sun's light. And," she said, "I know what had happened 

here. You are sunken into the past, as was I when I returned to the 

Digiworld."

	"Returned?" asked Sora and Mimi simultaneously.

	"Yes. I will tell you the rest of it when we have gathered all the others."

	Then, looking at Myotismon, Emily smiled. Myotismon gave a returning fanged 

smile. They were partners. Nothing would separate them . . .





	Meanwhile, Izzy was working away at his computer. Suddenly, an image of 

Gennai popped up on the screen.

	"The ninth Digidestined is returned!" he exclaimed. "And I have some 

information from prophecies for you.

	"It is said that the ninth Digidestined has the ability to use Digimon 

attributes, if they have the energy. And that energy can only be provided by 

either their Digimon or their crest.

	"There's more. Prophecies foretell of the last Great Battle, which will 

take place between the ninth Digidestined and Evil. If the Light wins, then 

they will be united once more. But if not . . . then Evil shall reign 

supreme."

	"But Gennai," said Izzy, surprised, "where is the ninth Digidestined?"

	"Do not worry," was the reply. "She will come to you!"

	With that, the message ended, leaving Izzy sitting there, only able to 

contemplate this twist of fate.

	"This," he slowly whispered, "this is the return of Digidestiny."





	Tai was resting in his apartment, splayed out on the couch. His sister, 

Kari, shared it with him, and was presently in her room. Gatomon was with 

her.

	Agumon was watching TV, when an emergency newscast came one.

	"People have reported seeing another one of the monsters sighted 

approximately eight years ago. This one, though, appears almost human, and 

has so far done no harm. All the same, some people on the 'Battle Sites 

Tour' have cancelled, refusing to 'go anywhere with that thing.'"

	"Hmm?" Agumon said, perking up. "Hey Tai, hey Kari! There's another Digimon 

somewhere here, and I get the feeling that it isn't Tentomon! Let's go check 

it out!"

	Kari came running from her room, and Tai jumped up from the couch. Together 

with Agumon and Gatomon, they ran out the door-and the Digivices attached to 

their belt loops started to beep.





	"What they hey is THAT?!" exclaimed a twenty-year-old woman, pointing a 

finger at Myotismon. It seemed that someone had gotten it out that the 

vampire Digimon was travelling with three children: Sora, Mimi, and Emily.

	Myotismon ignored them. He knew that if he let them get to him, he might 

attack. And he did not want that to happen.

	Stepping forward, palms turned upwards in plea, Emily pleaded, "Can you not 

live with him merely in this world? Excluding him is discrimination, since 

you do not accept him because he is a Digimon."

	This made everyone think. There were still some who would simply not have 

him, though.

	One woman with short brown seemed lost in thought. To herself, she 

whispered, "Could it be? . . ." She had a faint memory of a dark night, 

eight or nine years ago, in which she had an encounter she would never 

forget . . .

	Stepping slowly up to Myotismon, who had his back turned to the crowd while 

Emily pleaded with them, she whispered, "Is it you?"

	Myotismon turned slowly around. His deep blue eyes took in the human before 

him who stirred a memory in his mind, one of when he was still with the 

evil.

	At first, he did not answer, not wishing to recall it. But, he finally-but 

slowly and quietly-answered, "Yes."

	Hearing the conversation made Sora reach up to a scar on her own neck, one 

that reminded her of eight years ago, when she was hospitalized . . . for 

anemia.

	The woman smiled, and slowly walked back. Yes, she remembered that night. A 

night of no forgetting . . .

	Jarring all their thoughts, someone suddenly shouted, "I remember eight 

years ago, when a lot of people were getting anemia. Then, all the monsters 

went away, and nobody knew what happened. But I have a few ideas myself."

	"Do not listen to them, Myotismon," said Emily. "They know not what you 

have been through."

	He shook his head. "There is no use denying what, in truth, I did."

	Just then, Tai and Kari burst in on the scene, Agumon and Gatomon trailing.

	"Oh, goodness, two more of them," said one person, and fainted.

	"What's going on here?" demanded Tai, surveying the scene around him. Then, 

as he spotted Emily and Myotismon, said, "What the hey . . . ?"

	Myotismon stepped forward. "The ninth Digidestined is returned."





	"The what? The ninth Digidestined? But there is no ninth Digidestined, just 

Tai, Matt, Sora, Izzy, Mimi, Joe, T.K., and Kari!" exclaimed one patron. All 

Tai and Kari did was stand there, both of them dumbfounded.

	"But how . . . ? What . . . ?" started Tai, but could not finish.

	Still, one person remembered the before conversation.

	"I remember when you were looking for the eighth Digidestined!" they 

shouted  at Myotismon. "You wrecked, I mean wrecked, my car with your stupid 

Mammothmon! And wasn't it you who was giving all those people anemia?!" 

Apparently, they had noticed Myotismon's gleaming white fangs, accented by 

his dark purple lips.

Looking them straight in the eye, he replied, "Yes. Yes, it was I. But I 

cannot help what I am."

	He flashed a fanged smile, letting all who had not seen take it in. The 

person who had fainted earlier had just woken up, and fainted again.

	"See?! He was the one!" shouted the angry person.

	"Hey, everybody calm down!" ordered Tai.

	"Why should I? My daughter was sent to the hospital because of that thing!"

	Tai turned to face Myotismon. "Is that true?" he asked.

	Myotismon was silent for a moment, and Emily moved closer until she was up 

against him. She would defend him with all her strength.

	"Yes."

	Just then, someone with the news walked up, and began to question 

Ymparshthu.

	"How does it feel to find this out now? And what they hey are you doing 

with that thing?"

	Emily merely raised a hand. "He cannot help what he is, as neither you nor 

I can help that we are humans. Leave him be; can you not even have him 

existing?" she said. With that, they walked off. The other Digidestined 

followed. No one even tried to stop them.







	Izzy was working, once again, at his computer, when he heard a loud 

knocking on the door of is apartment. "Just a minute," he said, and saved 

his progress. He then walked over to the door, and opened it.

	He never expected to see Tai, Kari, Mimi, Sora, Emily, Myotismon, Biyomon, 

Agumon, Gatomon, and Palmon waiting just outside his door for him.

	"Thanks," said Tai, walking in. The others followed.

	"What the? What are you? How? . . ." started Izzy, seeing Emily and 

Myotismon. He couldn't even talk at the sight of them, it had been so long.

	"She'll explain it all in a minute," Sora informed Izzy, "But first, we 

have to get all the others. Do you have a phone?"

	Izzy weakly nodded his head as he stared up at Myotismon. Then, he and 

Emily walked past the extraordinary computer programmer, into his apartment.





	Two hours later, all the Digidestined were meeting for the first time in 

eight years. There was a lot of reminiscing, mostly among Matt and Sora. All 

the Digimon were talking to each other, except for Myotismon, who stood-off 

by himself-in a dark corner.

	"Well, I guess you're all wondering why I brought you here," said Tai, 

stepping forward. (I've always wanted to say thought, he thought.) Silence. 

"It's because of the return of the ninth Digidestined from the Digiworld."

	Butting in, Izzy said, "Gennai told me about all this. He did, about five 

minutes ago. He also said that the ninth Digidestined could use Digimon 

attributes, if they ever get the energy."

	Everyone nodded their heads. Everyone, that is, except Emily and Myotismon. 

The ninth Digidestined was trying to persuade him to join the others.

	"Why will you not come?" she asked, to which he answered: "Can you not 

sense it? I believe they do not quite trust me. After all, I was, at one 

time, their enemy."

	She thought about this. It could be true. But then again, it also had the 

possibility of being false.

	"Come," she said, starting towards the others. Of course, Myotismon 

followed.

	"How could that be possible?" argued Matt. "None of us can do that!"

	Izzy shook his head. "I'm sorry, but that's all Gennai told me. He didn't 

explain how."

	"Let's get back to the point!" exclaimed Tai. "Now, Emily, do you know 

exactly why you came back?"

	"I bring news from the Digiworld," said she. She then began to explain.

	"Evil has become its own separate body again. This time, though, it has 

more than one leader-and they have combined powers. To you, they may be 

familiar."

	Huh? thought Tai. Familiar? How could that be?

	"They are Devimon and Etemon."

	"What the!" started Tai, who was immediately shushed by fifteen other 

voices. Emily continued.

	"They are back from their previous defeats, and are more powerful-and 

wise-than before. They will never again underestimate you."

	Silence.

	"This time, they have had the insight to combine powers. And, thus far, it 

works," Emily said. "They have already regained Server and File Island. They 

are on their way to conquering other continents. Some have dared to battle 

them, but . . . were easily defeated."

	She stopped for a moment, contemplating the situation.

	"I had to return to warn you-and to say that Digidestiny is returned. We 

must all go to the Digiworld to stop them."

	"But what about this world?" asked Matt.

	"I do not know," said Emily, and went on with her story.

	"They have convinced many Digimon unhappy about the uniting of the Light 

and Dark to join them, under the illusion that, in the end, they will 

receive part of the treasures. But there are no treasures, just the pain and 

suffering of those held in their grasp. They have fooled many into believing 

them. And, if we do not act quickly, the Digiworld will be lost. And as you 

know, it is connected to our world . . . so, if we do not win, both the 

human world and the Digiworld will be destroyed by the grasp of evil."

	Everyone was silent, as though lost in thought. Finally, T.K. spoke up.

	"This isn't good," he said. "They can't be allowed to win. No. None of us 

will let them. Right?"

	Everyone turned and looked at each other. They were the Digidestined, the 

chosen to save the Digiworld. Only they could defeat Evil, and reunite the 

Light and the Dark-therefore saving two worlds, theirs and the Digiworld.

	Looking up from where she had been staring at the floor, Mimi quietly but 

determinedly said, "I'm in."





	"Me, too," said Joe.

	"And don't forget me," Kari and T.K. said, simultaneously.

	"Don't leave me out," said Sora.

	"Or me, either," put in Matt.

	"Do not forget I," added Izzy.

	Stepping forward, Tai said, "And me, too. We're all going back-together. So 

come what may, the Digidestined are returning!"

	Emily smiled. "Then so be it. The Digidestined are returning."

	"But, how are we going to get there?" asked Tai, dampening the mood.

	"Leave that to us," answered Emily. "Leave that to us."





	Tai sprawled out on his couch, exhausted. It was now night, but he was 

still worn out from the last meeting. One thought, though, prevented him 

>from sleep: how were they going to get back to the Digiworld?





	Meanwhile, Emily and Myotismon were wide awake. They knew one way to get 

back to the Digiworld, but it was a hard one. It was different than the 

dimensional rift, or when the original seven Digidestined had first gone to 

the Digiworld. It was a very complex route, involving many different things 

that only the ninth Digidestined and her Digimon knew about, learning as 

they traveled across the Digiworld to unite the Light and the Dark once 

again.

	Emily sighed, and recalled the exact words once again: Kunshaerta purnahi, 

tluransiing ras kuraesh, puun raer tan slaer tluraen ska Turm ras Shrae. In 

English, they roughly meant: Two worlds have crossed, human and Digital, 

take us there by power of Dark and Light.

	She looked up at Myotismon, and smiled. They would never be separated. And 

they would prove that to the world on their next quest.







The Return of Digidestiny

			II

	The next day, Tai called Matt.

	"Hey, Matt," he said, "so you have any idea of what we're going to do?"

	On the other end of the line, Matt shook his head. "No, Tai, that's all up 

to Emily and Myotismon," he answered.

	"Oh. Well, that was all I wanted to know, for now. Bye."

	"Bye."

	So saying, he hung up the phone, not knowing anything more than when he 

began.

	He threw himself onto his bed in his room, and thought about what was to 

come.





	That afternoon, there was a knock at his door. It was Emily and Myotismon.

	"We need a place to stay," the ninth Digidestined said. "Do you have room 

for us?"

	Tai eyed Myotismon. "Sure," he replied. "You can have my room. I'll sleep 

on the couch. I do half the time, anyway. Not much of a change to me. But 

I'll do anything to help a friend!"

	"Thank you," said Emily, very politely, and stepped inside. Myotismon 

followed.

	Much as he tried, Tai still did not trust Myotismon very much. After all, 

he used to be their enemy. But he had proven before that he was someone you 

could rely on. So why did Tai not trust him now?

	He thought, It's just that he used to be my enemy, that's all. How could he 

now be my friend?

	With that, he closed the door and once again sprawled himself across the 

couch.





	That night, as everyone slept, Myotismon was wandering about Tai and Kari's 

apartment. The darkness, the night was still his place, even though he could 

now go out during the day, or in light.

	Stepping quietly into Kari's room, he saw Gatomon sleeping beside her bed 

like a dog loyal to its master.

	"Sweet Kari," he whispered, to himself. "I remember when I was once 

searching for you-only to destroy you in the end. But Ymparshthu changed all 

that."

	Yes, she did. She had brought out the good in him, and also brought back 

his memories of when he was of the Good-and her Digimon as she was Keeper of 

the Bond between the Light and the Dark.

	He stalked out of Kari's room, and made way to where Ymparshthu was 

spending the night.

	She was deeply asleep, consumed by dream-filled slumber. Her Digivice was 

on the floor beside the bed, there being no bedside table in Tai's room.

	Ymparshthu, Myotismon thought. Ymparshthu, you were the one who delivered 

me from Evil. You were also the one to be a true friend to I, an evil 

creature, when I most needed one. I am eternally grateful . . .

	Sighing, he recalled life then. It was not pleasant . . . He had caused the 

innocent to suffer, and they had done nothing. Nothing! It had been the 

Digidestined he was after then, when he was trying to destroy them . . . But 

it had all been set into motion when Evil first became its separate body, 

and Ymparshthu was transported to the human world. It was then that Evil 

took him under its dark wing.

	He found himself wandering into the living room, where Tai was snoring 

away, curled up on the couch. Agumon was-for unknown reasons, and how he did 

it, not even Tai knows-sleeping on the coffee table. He, too, was snoring, 

and sounded like a door with rusted hinges being opened.

	There was a mirror in the living room, for decoration. Myotismon happened 

to walk past it, and . . . it only rubbed in the fact of his existence. 

There was no reflection.

	It was too much for him. Myotismon's very existence depended upon the fact 

that he preyed on the blood of others. It was too painful for him. Just to 

survive he made others suffer. In the end, it all bore a terrible weight on 

his conscience.

	He took the glove off of his right hand, revealing a slender and pale hand. 

Myotismon reached it up to his face, and . . . pricked himself on one of his 

fangs. A drop of dark red blood oozed from the wound.

	He put the glove back on again, and thought of his present position. He 

would never leave Ymparshthu's side, not now, not ever . . . And he was 

slowly starving himself in the process of his loyalty. It had been days 

since he had fed.

	 His very existence caused pain to others. He was made a creature of the 

Night, of the Darkness, causing others suffering in order for himself to 

live. His fangs were evilly pointed, tipped by wicked sharpness that was 

enough to kill in battle. And he was silent, only heard when he meant to be 

heard. In the end, it all made him one thing-a creature designed for battle, 

for the pain and suffering of others. But it was he who suffered the most.





	The next day, Ymparshthu awoke to find Myotismon standing in the far corner 

of Tai's room, keeping watch over her. She herself was refreshed by a 

peaceful night's sleep, and was soon ready to go almost anywhere.

	Tai was in the kitchen, making breakfast. He still remembered how to cook, 

even though it had been eight or nine years since Matt had taught him. 

Agumon was watching TV with Kari and Gatomon.

	Even though the news was on, there wasn't anything else to do, so the 

eighth Digidestined, her Digimon, and Agumon watched it anyway. Right then, 

there was something on about the Digimon in this world.

	"Several people have begun to remember things from eight years ago, brought 

on by the Digimon seen yesterday. One person claimed to have almost been 

killed by and evil Digimon on a rampage through the city. Yet another person 

said that their then twenty-one-year-old cousin was sent to the hospital for 

severe anemia eight years ago. They said that this happened because 'of that 

creepy human-like Digimon.'"

	Hearing that only struck a blow at Myotismon's heart.

	The newscast continued. "Now, we will show you our interview with Sora and 

Biyomon of the Digidestined."

	Up popped an image of Sora, with Biyomon standing by her side. A reporter 

armed with a microphone was questioning them.

	"Sora, how did it feel to fight evil Digimon eight years ago?"

	Sora seemed lost in thought, then finally answered. "The best I can say is 

that it felt perilous. But, with my friends beside me, it was a task not 

impossible."

	The reporter nodded their head.

	"How does it feel to meet another Digimon other than your own after all 

these years?" they asked.

	She looked down at Biyomon, who answered for her. Said she, "It was kind of 

exciting, but also kind of scary. And yet again it was kind of amazing, 

having not seen them in eight years."

	It went on, but Agumon soon lost interest. He wandered into the kitchen to 

see if he could help Tai.

	When breakfast was ready, everyone rushed into what Tai and Kari had for a 

dining room. Everyone, that is, except for Myotismon. He needed to be alone, 

to rest.

	Tai had made scrambled eggs, and they were absolutely delicious. And, even 

though she had been in the Digiworld for eight years, Ymparshthu still had 

wonderful table manners-they were very unlike those of Tai when he had first 

come back through the dimensional rift created by MetalGreymon.

	When everyone was done eating, Tai and Kari washed the dishes, and then the 

cook flung himself across the couch. Kari and Gatomon went to her room.

	Tai turned off the TV, and started to stare off into space. It turned out 

that Myotismon could be trusted not to attack when everyone was asleep. 

Somehow, though, Tai was unsettled by him. Maybe it was the fact of what he 

was-a vampire. Maybe it was because he had once been their enemy. There were 

a lot of maybes, but Tai didn't know if any of them were true. All he knew 

was that he somehow didn't trust Myotismon as he trusted the other 

Digidestined Digimon.

	Meanwhile, Emily had found her way back into Tai's room, where she sat on 

the bed. Myotismon had hidden himself in some dark corner, where, she did 

not know. She was alone, for now.

	She picked up her Digivice, which was once again attached to her belt loop. 

The device she held in her palm was a symbol of the Digidestined, and also 

the only way-other than the crests-to make their Digimon digivolve.

	Ymparshthu looked up to find Myotismon before her. He looked weak, like he 

was barely standing . . .

	He was terribly weak. He did not even have the strength to stand, so he 

just . . . almost . . . fell over onto Tai's bed.

	"Tai! Kari! Agumon! Gatomon!" shouted she. "Myotismon needs help!"

	As Tai, Kari, and their Digimon came running in, Ymparshthu said to 

Myotismon, "I will do whatever I can for you."









	Knowing her partner better than anyone else, Ymparshthu soon found the 

reason for Myotismon's weakened state. She, too, knew that her partner was 

starving himself in his loyalty to her, staying always by her side. Tai, 

Kari, and Agumon, though, had not figured it out yet. Gatomon had because, 

for a long time, she had been a servant of Myotismon-when he had been evil, 

that is.

	"Triinsahmur, I know why this has befallen you," Ymparshthu said. "But, for 

your sake, I will not say it aloud. All I ask is one thing: why have you 

starved yourself?"

	"I will not leave your side," was his barely audible reply. With that, he 

said no more.

	"Hoo boy," said Tai. "I'm in over my head."





	"Uh, hello?" asked Tai into the receiver. "Are you there, Joe?"

	The phone kept ringing, until someone finally picked it up.

	"Hello, this is Joe Kido. May I ask who is speaking?"

	"Uh, it's me, Tai. Listen, I kind of need your help. Do you think you can 

come over to my apartment? If you can, please hurry. You might know what to 

do . . ."

	Tai's voice trailed off, waiting for an answer.

	"Okay," Joe slowly replied. "I'll be over as fast as I can."

	So saying, he hung up. Now all Tai could do was wait.





	On the way to Tai's apartment, Joe ran into Matt and T.K. They were just 

walking around town, with nothing good to do.

	"Um, hello," Joe said, stopping abruptly. "I'm sorry, but I can't talk for 

long. Tai needs me!"

	"Can we come?" asked T.K.

	Joe thought a moment. "I don't see why not," he finally answered.

	With that, he took off again, this time with Matt and T.K. trailing.





	When Joe, Matt, and T.K. finally burst into Tai's apartment, they knocked 

its owner over. He had been standing right behind the door, waiting for 

someone to knock. If it had been a newsperson that did, he would have either 

knocked them out or chased them away.

	"Okay, just what is it that you need me for?" Joe asked.

	Tai sighed, and shook his head. "Maybe you'll know what to do, but 

Ymparshthu seems to know the most about the situation. Follow me."

	So saying, he turned and walked off. Joe, Matt, and T.K. followed, with 

T.K. closing the door as soon as he stepped inside.

	When they arrived in Tai's room, each one of them nearly fainted. They had 

not expected to see Myotismon.

	"What's he doing here?" whispered Joe. "Ymparshthu and he needed somewhere 

to stay for the night. I told her that they could stay in my room."

	"It's a good thing Mimi wasn't here," said Matt, "or else we would be 

picking her up off the floor right about now."

	They all walked in, and now noticed Ymparshthu on the floor beside her 

Digimon, who was now lain on Tai's bed. She held his gloved hand in her own 

smaller one.

	Looking up, she said, "He's weak. I don't know what to do for him . . . I 

thought that maybe you would know, although this is quite possibly beyond 

your knowledge of medicine."

	Joe sighed. "You're right, I really don't know what to do. But I can try my 

best."





	Two hours later, they had made no progress.

	"I never knew much about how to treat injured Digimon anyway. But this . . 

. this is different than injury. This is starvation," Joe said. He stood up, 

as though ready to go. But he had no intention of leaving, not when one of 

his friends needed his help . . .

	It was then that his crest started to glow, after eight long years of 

laying dark.

	"Myotismon," whispered Ymparshthu. "I will never let you die, no, I won't. 

I would give myself for you to live . . ."

	Her crest, too, started to glow, with a dark-yet piercingly bright-light.

	Tai noticed this, and thought, Yes, Digidestiny truly has returned.

	"What can we do?" piped up T.K. Tai shook his head. "I don't know," he said 

slowly. "I don't know. I never was an expert at taking care of injured 

people, let alone Digimon. This is totally new to me."

	"I think . . . I think that maybe the others will know what to do," put in 

Matt. "They just might."

	With that, he walked off towards the phone in an attempt to gather the 

Digidestined once more.





	When everyone was finally gathered, Tai presented the situation to those 

who had not heard it. Of course, Mimi fainted at the mention of the word 

"blood," and it took a while to wake her up again.

	"Now that that's over . . ." started Tai. But he was cut off by Izzy.

	"Yes, I know the situation now is bad," said he, "but how are we going to 

the Digiworld?"

	"Leave that to Ymparshthu," said everyone else, except for Myotismon and 

Ymparshthu herself, simultaneously.

	Meanwhile, the ninth Digidestined was talking with her Digimon.

	"Why have you brought this upon yourself?" she asked. Myotismon gave a weak 

answer, "I will not leave you," and looked away. He could not stand to look 

into the sorrowful depths of Emily's eyes, because all that sorrow was for 

him . . .

	"Why do you feel sorry for me?" he questioned. "I am some . . . creature . 

. . that causes others to suffer in order for myself to live. I know that 

Tai, as well as some of the other Digidestined, does not trust me. I have an 

idea what he thinks of me, that I enjoy my life like this. He could not be 

more wrong. In the end, it is I who suffers the most. Please, feel no sorrow 

for a creature such as I. I do not believe there is anything you can do."

	If the other Digidestined were there, they would have agreed that the next 

thing Ymparshthu was the most selfless and courageous thing heard in life 

thus far.

	"I could give myself."





	Tai led the others into his room, where Ymparshthu knelt on the floor 

beside the bed. Once again, Mimi fainted as she saw Myotismon. When she was 

later asked why, she answered, "I'm just never going to get used to it, 

after hearing the word 'blood' mentioned by him."

	"This is getting worse and worse, isn't it?" muttered Matt.

	Looking up, Emily said, "There isn't much we can do. There is one thing, 

and you all know it, but do not wish to say it aloud . . . And please, if 

you figure it out, do not say it aloud, Myotismon's sake."





	Meanwhile, back in the Digiworld . . .

	"Oh, no," a Veggiemon said, looking up the path towards the advancing 

figures of Devimon and Etemon. "Not again."

	The Veggiemon was a member of the ranks, one of those who had been 

convinced to battle the Light under Devimon and Etemon. He was somewhat 

high-ranking, but soon found out he did not like his job. The only reason he 

stayed in was the promise of land and prisoners of war that would work in 

his diner, if they won.

	If they won.

	"Uh, hello, nice day, isn't it?" he stammered, bouncing up the dirt path 

towards his superiors. Devimon acknowledged this, but continued listening to 

what his partner had to say.

	Hoo boy, thought Veggiemon. It's going to be a long day.

	Suddenly, an ugly little Bakemon came floating up to Devimon and Etemon. 

Since Myotismon had never returned from the real world as their master, the 

ghostly Digimon had taken up with the new evil Digimon.

	"Devimon! Etemon! I have important news from down south," he proclaimed. 

"Many of my people are willing to fight for you, now that our former master 

is . . . fighting with the Light. But, he hasn't been back in years, so you 

don't need to worry about him." (Don't forget, a few days in the human world 

are a few years in the Digiworld.)

	Devimon smiled evilly, and raised a large hand to momentarily silence 

Etemon. His blood red eyes narrowed for a second, then returned to their 

usual size. "Good. You have done well," he said, and dismissed the Bakemon 

with the wave of a clawed hand. The Digimon floated off.

	"Now, as I was saying . . ." started Etemon again, who was once more 

silenced by Devimon. "Not now, Etemon, my partner," he said. "There are 

other matters to take care of."





	She felt a deep and angry pain as she stood there, hair flowing in the wind 

beneath the starry night sky. Her two dark opponents had not expected this 

change, having never heard the prophecies . . .

	That was to be their downfall.

	She, now the guardian, looked down at her friend, who lay sprawled across 

the ground. He had taken a huge energy blast that was meant for her, for 

her, and it had weakened him beyond help. And then, he gave her the last of 

his energy-and in doing so assured the fact that he would not live.

	Her green eyes narrowed into slits, and began to change colors . . . into 

deep blue.

	She closed her eyes in concentration, channeling her energy . . . It was 

now concentrated in one spot, in her right hand . . .

	Suddenly opening her eyes, she shot her right hand forward, and blasted a 

large, pulsating black-blue ball of energy at her opponents. They hurt her 

friend . . . he had only been trying to protect her . . . now they would 

pay.

	She had loved him, had a bond indescribable with him . . . Was much closer 

to him than she was to her own parents . . .

	Her opponents, taken off guard by this sudden onslaught, had no time to 

dodge the oncoming attack. So, it hit them full force, knocking the weaker 

to the ground. The other still stood, though dazed they were.

	The one still standing spread their ragged wings, and an evil smiled formed 

itself on their lips.

	"I never expected that from you," he cruelly said. "You, the weak one, the 

one misunderstood, as was your Digimon . . . Ymparshthu."

	She shot them a burning, hateful glare, and icily whispered, "You . . . 

beast. You creature. You injured my friend. And you, you were the one to 

make him evil. Now just thinking of that torments him. And you were the one 

who caused him to do all that . . . to harm the innocent, to feel no remorse 

for evil deeds that were not his nature . . . you monster!"

	By the last sentence, her voice had risen to a normal-but angry-speaking 

tone; her last two words were a sorrowful yet hateful cry.

	She concentrated again, and in her eyes shone the power that had been 

passed onto her from Myotismon. Once again, she channeled her energy-but 

this time, not to a specific place. She could feel the raw power coursing 

through her veins . . .

	"Nightmare Claw!"

	The attack came suddenly and swiftly to her enemies, knocking over 

Devimon-the one still standing-and temporarily knocking out his partner, 

Etemon. Devimon, though, remained able to fight-the onslaught had only 

weakened him some.

	  "Hah! Mere child's play," he laughed. "Now it is time for the real battle 

to begin."

	He once again spread his ragged wings, and moonlight shined through the 

holes in them.

	"Shadowy Onslaught!"

	The shadows standing at her feet rose and curled, reaching their dark grasp 

upward to capture her. They swirled, and twisted, and formed a cage around 

her. But she was stronger than the shadows.

	Raising her hand , so it was held in front of her, she whispered something 

in one of her languages. The shadows obeyed, peeling away and returning to 

their former position.

	She let her hand drop, and shut her eyes. She was concentrating harder, 

harder . . .

	She looked up, head down, and whispered, "You shall never win."

	Throwing back her head, she blasted another shot of energy at her 

opponents. This one, though, looked like a huge scarlet beam-and it Devimon 

right in his stomach. The dark Digimon was knocked over by the force of the 

attack.

	Pulling himself up, Etemon looked over his now fallen partner. It was his 

turn to battle.

	"Who needs the Dark Network now, when I can just destroy you my myself? 

Uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh," he said, drawing back his right hand as if to punch 

Ymparshthu. As it was, he instead shot a black-green ball of energy at her. 

It sped closer, and closer . . .

	Ymparshthu shot Etemon a look of pure hatred. He and his foul partner had 

injured her Triinsahmur . . .

	When the energy ball was less than three feet from her face, she stuck out 

a hand as if signaling it to stop. It did, and with a movement of her 

fingers, it vanished.

	She looked down at Triinsahmur, laying sprawled across the ground beneath 

the glittering night sky, and gave him a smile that said, "Everything will 

be all right once more."

	Her Digimon returned the smile with a touch of his own-gleaming fangs. His 

fair Ymparshthu was battling . . . for him. But there was a somewhat 

different expression behind his smile. It was a sad expression . . .





	Ymparshthu awoke suddenly from the strange dream that she had had. It 

seemed so real, as though she was fighting in it . . . could it possibly be 

a prophetic dream? Quite possibly yes . . .

	Looking up, she noticed that Myotismon was no where to be found. Where 

could he have gone? He said it himself, he would never leave her.

	She heard the slightest sound behind her, and turned around. It was 

Myotismon.

	"Triinsahmur?" she asked quietly. "Where were you? I was worried . . ."

	He sent her a look explaining it all. He had been on the hunt.

	He no longer had a weak appearance, but seemed back to his normal, powerful 

and caring self.

	"I am ready," he said, catching her off guard, "to return to the 

Digiworld."





	The Digidestined all met the next day. It seemed that everyone was ready to 

return to the Digiworld-so, they all decided to go that night.

	At about ten o'clock, everyone met in the same place as when the first 

seven Digidestined had encountered Myotismon outside of battle. It was 

almost as black as it had been that night.

	Ymparshthu was the one who led everything right then. She knew what she was 

doing, unlike the other Digidestined. They hadn't a clue as to how to return 

to the Digiworld.

	At 10:05, Ymparshthu gently commanded, "Everyone, hold out your Digivice." 

They all obeyed.

	Instinctively, they and their Digimon formed a ring around the ninth 

Digidestined and Myotismon.

	"Raise the hand holding your Digivice," Ymparshthu said. Everyone did.

	She was the last to raise hers, holding it high above her head. It was the 

same color as her Crest, dark black-blue, with blood red buttons.

	Every single Digivice-as did Tag and Crest-started to glow.

	Suddenly, the ninth Digidestined called out, "Kunshaerta purnahi, 

tluransiing ras kuraesh, puun raer tan slaer tluraen ska Turm ras Shrae!"

	The Digivices started beeping loudly, and the Crests were glowing like 

miniature bonfires. Then, the circle started to glow-and the world became so 

bright, it blinded everyone. The last thing they felt was as if they were 

rushing along at a great speed . . .





	Tai awoke with a throbbing headache. Every limb of his body was numb. He 

was so sore, it felt like even his hair hurt.

	"Tai? Tai? Are you okay?"

	The voice coming down to him was gentle. He sensed a being hovering over 

him..

	He weakly opened his eyes to see Sora standing over him. Emily stood beside 

her.

	"He's awake!" she called over he shoulder, then went back to talking to 

him.

	"When we all came here," she said, sensing his oncoming question, "you took 

a nasty fall. If it weren't for Myotismon, I think you wouldn't have 

survived . . . He caught you before you hit the ground. You see, we all 

arrived near the edge of a cliff, and . . . and you fell off. Lucky for us, 

Myotismon sensed it and caught you in time. Everything's going to be 

alright."

	"But . . . where . . . am I . . ." started Tai. Sora quieted him.

	"You need to get your rest," she said. "But . . ."

	"But what?"

	"We're back in the Digiworld."