Elle groggily, somehow, opened her eyes and looked around. With a start she recognised instantly where she was and pushed all memory of the events that had happened to her in the past few weeks as she saw the face of her brother again. She was back. With great effort Elle looked around, tearing her gaze from Sam. Sam. Her brother. The thought almost made her cry but she managed to pull herself together. With a start, Elle saw herself. She looked so young, so innocent and without any cares in the world. Except that right now she was arguing with another child over who got to play with the toy cars. The younger Elle lost, causing the older to smile ruefully, she had been a brat the whole time then? She wondered as she saw herself storm off towards her parents, crying.
It was here that it all began to happen. She remembered this part clearly, clearer than any memory she had ever had since or before. As her younger self approached her parents, she was distracted by a toy ball bouncing past her and towards the road. She followed, toddling along happily, without a care in the world. The fight she had had was forgotten, her attention was now entirely on the rolling ball. Luckily she managed to avoid the first car by inches as she stepped on to the road. Everyone in the park heard the car’s horn as it drove past but few took notice, being used to such sounds every so often. It was Sam, and Sam alone that perked his head up and saw his younger sister walking into traffic. He saw the car approaching, it’s occupants arguing instead of paying attention to the road.
Sam got up and sprinted as fast as he could towards Elle, but here things became oddly fuzzy. It almost looked as if there were several of him. All occupying almost exactly the same space. A heavy weight settled on her chest, an odd sensation in her dream as she watched a car come towards her young form and hit her… yet while also hitting Sam. More confusing than this was the impression that she had seen both herself /and/ Sam survive. But as she tried to re-focus, the dream slipped from her mind and she awoke.
Or had she? Something was different, she couldn’t move her own body. She could see, yet she wasn’t the one moving. Most confusing was the great burst of orange light that burst from her digivice. What was happening? Was she still asleep? Elle supposed that she must be, as the orange light coalesced into a form, the form of her lost partner, Wizardmon. Her friend and companion. He was dead. It was all a dream. She felt her head move to the right and saw something entirely unnatural forming, something incomprehensible to her. Wizardmon stepped up beside her and smiled.
“Come on, Elle. You’ve slept long enough. Let’s kill this thing once and for all. Everyone is waiting on us. It’s time we did something.” Elle, within her own mind felt great sadness and loss as she looked at him smiling, she never wanted to forget that voice.
“Okay, Wizardmon, like old times.” She felt herself speak. She sounded odd, older even? But that was unlikely and impossible. Though nothing was really impossible in a dream, she reasoned, as she felt herself pulled away. In this moment, she was on the beach, she remembered this moment well as she saw Candlemon move up the dune and shortly after, a Devimon was charging at her from the other side, only to be stopped by Dirk. Who was shortly joined by the rest of the group. This moment again changed as she was ripped from herself in the past. What was happening? Nothing made sense. She remembered seeing the creature as she again woke in herself. But now she felt old. Really old. She saw people she didn’t recognise, though there was a young lady who bore a striking resemblance to herself.
Wizardmon walked into the room at this moment, a fierce look on his face “I only just arrived. Elle, you must fight it. Wake up!” He said, walking up to her and shaking her. She felt an odd sensation. He had called her Elle. What dream was this? Was it a dream? “You’re starting to see, Elle. Come on, you’re so close.” He whispered as she felt the familiar sensation of herself being torn back to being young, it was by her brother’s bedside in the hospital. She was crying. Her parents had left to get some coffee, and it was lucky that they did so because Wizardmon again stepped out of the wall and grabbed her shoulders “Elle, come on. Please. I need you to wake up, we need to fight.”
With his statement, she remembered, the creature. She was going to fight it. But how? She was being thrown around. Elle had very little idea what was happening but she didn’t know how she would overcome this power. If that was what it was. She wasn’t convinced that this wasn’t still a dream.
A brief glimpse of the great creature, an eldritch form, incomprehensible and incomplete. It was growing and changing. She needed to get it. To move. The next moment she was back with MagnaAngemon, feeling anguished as she rediscovered that not all digimon were inherently evil “It’s not our place to question him, Elle” Said Wizardmon. Whose expression suddenly changed and he spoke in her mind “Elle! Come on, just a little more, come with me.” and he held out his hand. She tried to reach out her own. She wanted to, so much. Elle felt that this was no longer a dream. Something was very very wrong here. With a small gasp she managed to move her arm, it was her doing it this time, not herself in this point in time. It felt odd. Unnatural.
Space and time warped again and Elle was back in the ruins of the city, with Wizardmon “Good, Elle, you’ve almost done it.”
“Come on, one push!” This was said by a doctor, which confused her. Where was she? She felt a great pain and screamed, Wizardmon was by her side though and she was crushing his hand, as well as the hand of Leon, though he looked older. Wizardmon leaned towards her and whispered in her ear
“Elle, break free, I can only do so much. We all need you.” and she was gone again. It wasn’t working. She couldn’t break free. Something was keeping her down. Shifting her through time and space so fast she could barely even comprehend her own being anymore. It was like she was being torn apart. She briefly stopped at her fifth birthday before being steered away to a new memory. This one not from too long ago.
Crusadermon was dying. He was lying in Dynasmon’s arms. Elle felt a little remorse for the digimon, he had been friends with the old Dynasmon in the past. With both Dynasmon, in fact. Though the circumstances were strange. But it was here that her remorse ended as the pink digimon moved quickly and kissed them. It was a shock, but she barely had a chance to register what had happened before the creature dissipated. With great rage at the memory, alongside the feeling of anger at being so helpless, she pulled herself free, finally travelling back to the moment she had left.
With a deep breath and great struggle. Elle had dragged her own consciousness to the top, that memory had spurred her with such emotion she had barely managed to break free of the great power and confusion brought on by the beast. Wizardmon smiled at her “Welcome home.” he said.
“I missed you” She managed to say, tears falling from her face as she grabbed him and hugged him tightly.
“I don’t know if you know this, Elle. But dying hurts.” He said, gasping for air. Elle couldn’t help but laugh, she let him go and wiped her face with her sleeve. A mistake as it instead made her face even dirtier.
“Let’s do this.” They said in unison. Standing together, looking for the other digidestined. Hopefully they would be alive, and would be able to help. She was ready. It was time.
