Post by Goggles on Jul 17, 2009 19:29:41 GMT -5
I decided to put something here. I want to know what you guys think about this since this is my first try on a romance.
Onto the fic. This fic follows Agunimon and the other ten Ancient Warriors' past, or at least my rendition of that. Little is known of an enigmatic companion that they had during that time, the magnificent Reverimon, bride to the Warrior of Flame.
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Digimon Frontier - Agunimon, Warrior of Dreams
Chapter I
The Golden Age of Peace
“Oh, how lovely” Ranamon was amazed at the preparations. The feast before them was absolutely incredible, just what one could expect from such a host as Mercurymon. His chivalry knows no bounds.
“Let’s dig in!” Grumblemon reached for some food but Arbormon quickly reached past Beetlemon and Kumamon and slapped his hand before he could touch anything. Grumblemon rubbed his hand, as Arbormon motioned for him to direct his gaze to Agunimon who stood up from the table.
“I would personally like to thank Mercurymon for this wonderful evening and congratulate all of you for a job well done. The last of the villages has been liberated from Lucimon’s grip, but we’re not done yet. Tomorrow we take up arms once more and hopefully it will be the last fight this world will ever see. We shall rid this world of evil and in so doing, usher in a golden age of peace, a tomorrow filled with prosperity for digimon everywhere.” Agunimon paused, “Tonight, brothers and sisters, eat to your heart’s content.”
Agunimon sat down as the others applauded and they all began to eat. From behind him a sound of sleigh bells signaled the arrival of another digimon also invited to the occasion. She had long brown hair and slightly dark skin, her feet bare as she approached the table. A silky cloth was loosely wrapped around her waist and around her chest, a half-circlet covered her eyes, its gold-embellishment ending just behind her ears, and there was a bracelet on both her right wrist and her left leg which gave off the sound of bells as she bowed toward the guests as if she were not one herself. “Sorry, I’m late.”
“Reverimon, come sit with us” Mercurymon stood up, his arms reverently opened, then motioned for the Geckomon who served as waiters to get a chair for their newly arrived guest. “We simply must have your company.”
“I wish I could,” replied Reverimon as she glanced toward the table, the ten warriors of legend looking back at her. “But the table is only for the liberators and I am not worthy to sit alongside such illustrious digimon as yourself. I am but a servant to you all, and I shall fulfill my duty to the best of my abilities.”
“Nonsense,” Lobomon spoke, “you’ve been of much assistance to us.”
“He’s right,” Loweemon added, “none of us would be here if it were not for you and Agunimon who convinced us of a chance for peace. Join us, please.”
“I shall remain steadfast,” Reverimon said with finality, then winked toward Ranamon who was sitting beside Kazemon “Also, I need to watch my figure. It’s so hard to be beautiful don’t you agree?”
Ranamon looked at her plate filled with food, at Kazemon, at Reverimon, then back to her plate and gave a somewhat disheartened groan. The table roared with laughter as she pushed her plate away and pouted “I don’t want to look like Kazemon. I want to look more like Reverimon!”
“I- I think you look wonderful,” Beetlemon tried to comfort the petrified Kazemon at the other side of the circular table.
“Don’t say that, you’ll only make it worse.” Kazemon instantly shielded her face with her right hand.
“Why doesn’t she like me?” a depressed Beetlemon turned toward Arbormon to which he eruditely replied. “Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”
“That would be strike thirty four,” Kumamon cheerfully said as he stood up on his chair to reach for a glass of water. “I’ve been keeping count!”
Once more, the table was filled with laughter. Mercurymon didn’t find it hard to believe that the mood can change so quickly with only a few well-placed words. After all, this was one of Reverimon’s many talents.
“Oh my,” Mercurymon wiped his lips with a napkin. “It seems we have a problem.”
“How can I be of assistance?” Reverimon stepped forward and was now standing beside a seated Agunimon.
“I seem to have forgotten to arrange for our tonight’s entertainment.” From the corner of his vision, Mercurymon saw a Geckomon hurriedly get into a cancan costume while another began to light torches for a juggling performance through a half-opened door. He quickly shooed them away and continued, “Would it bee too much to ask of you to please provide that for us?”
“I agree,” Agunimon gave Reverimon an approving nod “as hard it is to believe Mercurymon would forget, we can turn to no one else.”
“Very well,” The reason behind Mercurymon and Agunimon’s actions was not lost to Reverimon. “However, as I am not prepared to provide the proper ambiance, I will need help. Kazemon, assist me with this please.”
“But of course,” Kazemon called up the winds to fill the room as Reverimon, her hair dancing in the gentle breeze, began to do what she does best.
“Pretty, pretty.” Grumblemon, Arbormon, Kumamon, Lobomon and Loweemon sighed with unison, the meticulously prepared food momentarily forgotten.
“I wish I can find another beast spirit,” Ranamon propped her head up on the table with her hands, “one that lets me dance like her.”
Although outclassed in beauty, Kazemon felt no rivalry or envy for Reverimon as her bracelets rang like bells while she moved across the large hall, her fluid movements honed by years of practice and amplified by her talent. Agunimon watched as Reverimon turned, the wind taking her up as she spun in midair. Childhood friends, he knew her the best. Of all the things that brought her joy, none could come close to the bliss she feels bringing happiness to others.
“Marvelous,” Mercurymon gave a standing ovation along with the others as Reverimon descended, satisfied with her performance. “I would like to propose a toast.”
“To victory,” Beetlemon raised his glass.
“Before that,” Mercurymon said as the sound of clinking glasses echoed, “To the marriage of our esteemed leader and the wonderful maiden, to be held tomorrow, before we head out for our final battle. Should we fail, I do not want our dear Reverimon to live out a life without the title she holds dearly, to remain forever a bride and never, at least for a fleeting moment, become the beloved wife of the venerable warrior of fire.”
True, Agunimon and Reverimon had announced that they plan to be wed, but Agunimon held fast to his ideals. All eyes fixed upon Agunimon and Reverimon beside her, a silence finally broken by Agunimon who reminded Mercurymon of one of the vows they had taken before being accepted into the group of ten. “Mercurymon, you know the good of the many comes first before oneself. As much as any of us would want to none, not even I, can go back on our oath. You yourself authored those vows, remember?”
“If I recall correctly,” Mercurymon countered, “One of the vows states that should ones will prove to be against that of the entirety of the group, the will of the group shall prevail for none can stand alone.”
“Where are you getting at, Mercurymon?” Kumamon was confused.
“I would like to propose a vote.” Mercurymon, along with all the others sat down. “All those in favor of the marriage before victory, raise your hand.”
Mercurymon raised his hand. If he is to get what he wants, all the other eight warriors must concur with him. A silence followed as the others considered what to do. They could raise their hand in agreement, place their hands on their lap as a sign of disapproval, or stand up to signal that they will not be taking part in the vote. Should any of them choose the latter two, Mercurymon’s motion will be denied.
“I think the two of you deserve it,” Lobomon came to a decision and raised his hand.
Others followed and in a few minutes Arbormon, the last to reach a conclusion, finally raised his hand. Nine hands were now raised.
“Mercurymon, your motion is granted.” Agunimon, his arms folded, spoke with a slight anger in his voice. “But what do you think will the once enslaved see in us? Liberators who put the well-being of others ahead of our own, or warriors who indulge in merrymaking while the digiworld remains in the hands of evil.”
Reverimon did not to take Agunimon’s response personally. She knew of the weight of the world on Agunimon’s shoulders was more than anyone should bear, and placed her right hand on his and her left on his left arm in a partial embrace to comfort him, or at least calm him down.
“It seems you are unhappy with the decision of the group, Agunimon.” Mercurymon acknowledged their leader’s point then reminded him. “However, I have not yet accepted the results of the vote. I am willing to drop the motion, given one condition: that the wedding take place right here.”
“He,” Kazemon’s jaw dropped and Ranamon sat petrified, “He pulled a fast one on us.” The two of them were the ones Reverimon had assigned to find a suitable place. They actually had to fight the other digimon for the privilege to host the momentous occasion though, at the time, Mercurymon seemed uninterested in the matter which they found strange considering he always held a feast for every little thing that happened.
Suddenly it all became clear to Reverimon. Ever the manipulative diplomat, Mercurymon simply wanted to host their wedding. He derived a certain enjoyment hosting occasions in his castle, perhaps he just wanted to boast of his riches. Though the feasts Mercurymon prepares were without parallel, he would also always forget to prepare for some entertainment; as much as she wanted to, she found it highly inappropriate for a bride to provide amusement for her own wedding as she had told Agunimon. She quickly scrambled for an excuse. “But Mercurymon, we cannot impose on you any further.”
“My lady,” Mercurymon answered, “I will have it no other way.”
Agunimon was lost, bewildered by the strange condition Mercurymon asked for, and unaware of Kazemon and Ranamon’s appointment of the task. Finally he replied as Mercurymon expected “Uh, alright then.”
“I shall drop my movement for marriage before victory. The vote has been disqualified. Also, I will be hosting Agunimon and Reverimon’s wedding the day after tomorrow.” Mercurymon was contented with the turn of events. He always gets what he wants.
Reverimon ran her hand through her hair. Sometimes she wished Agunimon was not so dim. Speaking of dim, she noticed the atmosphere was beginning to get a little too somber for a celebration. She quickly scanned the table and found what she needed. “Any other weddings you want to host, Mercurymon?”
Kazemon felt something tugging at her side. “Look!” Ranamon pointed to the other side of the table as Beetlemon waved at Kazemon and pointed toward Mercurymon. Her hand again shot up and covered her face, a slight blush appearing. Once more, a crestfallen Beetlemon seemed at the verge of tears as Kumamon patted him in the back and announced, “Strike thirty five!”
The table was once again lively. Reverimon found it relatively simple to manipulate the feelings and emotions of others, though she never used her abilities to her own gain. She turned to Mercurymon, “If you plan for us to have it the day after tomorrow, don’t you think you should be preparing? If everything goes as planned, you’d be hosting a wedding”
“And if I didn’t know you any better,” Lobomon added, “another victory celebration.”
Mercurymon raised his glass and viewed Agunimon and Reverimon, their figures somewhat distorted through the glass bowl. “We’ll cross the bridge when we get there,”
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I derived the name Reverimon from "reverie", to dream/daydream.
As I have mentioned before, this is my first try at a romantic fanfic so if you guys have any advice on writing style I'll take it.
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Second chapter is located at reply#28
Onto the fic. This fic follows Agunimon and the other ten Ancient Warriors' past, or at least my rendition of that. Little is known of an enigmatic companion that they had during that time, the magnificent Reverimon, bride to the Warrior of Flame.
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Digimon Frontier - Agunimon, Warrior of Dreams
Chapter I
The Golden Age of Peace
“Oh, how lovely” Ranamon was amazed at the preparations. The feast before them was absolutely incredible, just what one could expect from such a host as Mercurymon. His chivalry knows no bounds.
“Let’s dig in!” Grumblemon reached for some food but Arbormon quickly reached past Beetlemon and Kumamon and slapped his hand before he could touch anything. Grumblemon rubbed his hand, as Arbormon motioned for him to direct his gaze to Agunimon who stood up from the table.
“I would personally like to thank Mercurymon for this wonderful evening and congratulate all of you for a job well done. The last of the villages has been liberated from Lucimon’s grip, but we’re not done yet. Tomorrow we take up arms once more and hopefully it will be the last fight this world will ever see. We shall rid this world of evil and in so doing, usher in a golden age of peace, a tomorrow filled with prosperity for digimon everywhere.” Agunimon paused, “Tonight, brothers and sisters, eat to your heart’s content.”
Agunimon sat down as the others applauded and they all began to eat. From behind him a sound of sleigh bells signaled the arrival of another digimon also invited to the occasion. She had long brown hair and slightly dark skin, her feet bare as she approached the table. A silky cloth was loosely wrapped around her waist and around her chest, a half-circlet covered her eyes, its gold-embellishment ending just behind her ears, and there was a bracelet on both her right wrist and her left leg which gave off the sound of bells as she bowed toward the guests as if she were not one herself. “Sorry, I’m late.”
“Reverimon, come sit with us” Mercurymon stood up, his arms reverently opened, then motioned for the Geckomon who served as waiters to get a chair for their newly arrived guest. “We simply must have your company.”
“I wish I could,” replied Reverimon as she glanced toward the table, the ten warriors of legend looking back at her. “But the table is only for the liberators and I am not worthy to sit alongside such illustrious digimon as yourself. I am but a servant to you all, and I shall fulfill my duty to the best of my abilities.”
“Nonsense,” Lobomon spoke, “you’ve been of much assistance to us.”
“He’s right,” Loweemon added, “none of us would be here if it were not for you and Agunimon who convinced us of a chance for peace. Join us, please.”
“I shall remain steadfast,” Reverimon said with finality, then winked toward Ranamon who was sitting beside Kazemon “Also, I need to watch my figure. It’s so hard to be beautiful don’t you agree?”
Ranamon looked at her plate filled with food, at Kazemon, at Reverimon, then back to her plate and gave a somewhat disheartened groan. The table roared with laughter as she pushed her plate away and pouted “I don’t want to look like Kazemon. I want to look more like Reverimon!”
“I- I think you look wonderful,” Beetlemon tried to comfort the petrified Kazemon at the other side of the circular table.
“Don’t say that, you’ll only make it worse.” Kazemon instantly shielded her face with her right hand.
“Why doesn’t she like me?” a depressed Beetlemon turned toward Arbormon to which he eruditely replied. “Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”
“That would be strike thirty four,” Kumamon cheerfully said as he stood up on his chair to reach for a glass of water. “I’ve been keeping count!”
Once more, the table was filled with laughter. Mercurymon didn’t find it hard to believe that the mood can change so quickly with only a few well-placed words. After all, this was one of Reverimon’s many talents.
“Oh my,” Mercurymon wiped his lips with a napkin. “It seems we have a problem.”
“How can I be of assistance?” Reverimon stepped forward and was now standing beside a seated Agunimon.
“I seem to have forgotten to arrange for our tonight’s entertainment.” From the corner of his vision, Mercurymon saw a Geckomon hurriedly get into a cancan costume while another began to light torches for a juggling performance through a half-opened door. He quickly shooed them away and continued, “Would it bee too much to ask of you to please provide that for us?”
“I agree,” Agunimon gave Reverimon an approving nod “as hard it is to believe Mercurymon would forget, we can turn to no one else.”
“Very well,” The reason behind Mercurymon and Agunimon’s actions was not lost to Reverimon. “However, as I am not prepared to provide the proper ambiance, I will need help. Kazemon, assist me with this please.”
“But of course,” Kazemon called up the winds to fill the room as Reverimon, her hair dancing in the gentle breeze, began to do what she does best.
“Pretty, pretty.” Grumblemon, Arbormon, Kumamon, Lobomon and Loweemon sighed with unison, the meticulously prepared food momentarily forgotten.
“I wish I can find another beast spirit,” Ranamon propped her head up on the table with her hands, “one that lets me dance like her.”
Although outclassed in beauty, Kazemon felt no rivalry or envy for Reverimon as her bracelets rang like bells while she moved across the large hall, her fluid movements honed by years of practice and amplified by her talent. Agunimon watched as Reverimon turned, the wind taking her up as she spun in midair. Childhood friends, he knew her the best. Of all the things that brought her joy, none could come close to the bliss she feels bringing happiness to others.
“Marvelous,” Mercurymon gave a standing ovation along with the others as Reverimon descended, satisfied with her performance. “I would like to propose a toast.”
“To victory,” Beetlemon raised his glass.
“Before that,” Mercurymon said as the sound of clinking glasses echoed, “To the marriage of our esteemed leader and the wonderful maiden, to be held tomorrow, before we head out for our final battle. Should we fail, I do not want our dear Reverimon to live out a life without the title she holds dearly, to remain forever a bride and never, at least for a fleeting moment, become the beloved wife of the venerable warrior of fire.”
True, Agunimon and Reverimon had announced that they plan to be wed, but Agunimon held fast to his ideals. All eyes fixed upon Agunimon and Reverimon beside her, a silence finally broken by Agunimon who reminded Mercurymon of one of the vows they had taken before being accepted into the group of ten. “Mercurymon, you know the good of the many comes first before oneself. As much as any of us would want to none, not even I, can go back on our oath. You yourself authored those vows, remember?”
“If I recall correctly,” Mercurymon countered, “One of the vows states that should ones will prove to be against that of the entirety of the group, the will of the group shall prevail for none can stand alone.”
“Where are you getting at, Mercurymon?” Kumamon was confused.
“I would like to propose a vote.” Mercurymon, along with all the others sat down. “All those in favor of the marriage before victory, raise your hand.”
Mercurymon raised his hand. If he is to get what he wants, all the other eight warriors must concur with him. A silence followed as the others considered what to do. They could raise their hand in agreement, place their hands on their lap as a sign of disapproval, or stand up to signal that they will not be taking part in the vote. Should any of them choose the latter two, Mercurymon’s motion will be denied.
“I think the two of you deserve it,” Lobomon came to a decision and raised his hand.
Others followed and in a few minutes Arbormon, the last to reach a conclusion, finally raised his hand. Nine hands were now raised.
“Mercurymon, your motion is granted.” Agunimon, his arms folded, spoke with a slight anger in his voice. “But what do you think will the once enslaved see in us? Liberators who put the well-being of others ahead of our own, or warriors who indulge in merrymaking while the digiworld remains in the hands of evil.”
Reverimon did not to take Agunimon’s response personally. She knew of the weight of the world on Agunimon’s shoulders was more than anyone should bear, and placed her right hand on his and her left on his left arm in a partial embrace to comfort him, or at least calm him down.
“It seems you are unhappy with the decision of the group, Agunimon.” Mercurymon acknowledged their leader’s point then reminded him. “However, I have not yet accepted the results of the vote. I am willing to drop the motion, given one condition: that the wedding take place right here.”
“He,” Kazemon’s jaw dropped and Ranamon sat petrified, “He pulled a fast one on us.” The two of them were the ones Reverimon had assigned to find a suitable place. They actually had to fight the other digimon for the privilege to host the momentous occasion though, at the time, Mercurymon seemed uninterested in the matter which they found strange considering he always held a feast for every little thing that happened.
Suddenly it all became clear to Reverimon. Ever the manipulative diplomat, Mercurymon simply wanted to host their wedding. He derived a certain enjoyment hosting occasions in his castle, perhaps he just wanted to boast of his riches. Though the feasts Mercurymon prepares were without parallel, he would also always forget to prepare for some entertainment; as much as she wanted to, she found it highly inappropriate for a bride to provide amusement for her own wedding as she had told Agunimon. She quickly scrambled for an excuse. “But Mercurymon, we cannot impose on you any further.”
“My lady,” Mercurymon answered, “I will have it no other way.”
Agunimon was lost, bewildered by the strange condition Mercurymon asked for, and unaware of Kazemon and Ranamon’s appointment of the task. Finally he replied as Mercurymon expected “Uh, alright then.”
“I shall drop my movement for marriage before victory. The vote has been disqualified. Also, I will be hosting Agunimon and Reverimon’s wedding the day after tomorrow.” Mercurymon was contented with the turn of events. He always gets what he wants.
Reverimon ran her hand through her hair. Sometimes she wished Agunimon was not so dim. Speaking of dim, she noticed the atmosphere was beginning to get a little too somber for a celebration. She quickly scanned the table and found what she needed. “Any other weddings you want to host, Mercurymon?”
Kazemon felt something tugging at her side. “Look!” Ranamon pointed to the other side of the table as Beetlemon waved at Kazemon and pointed toward Mercurymon. Her hand again shot up and covered her face, a slight blush appearing. Once more, a crestfallen Beetlemon seemed at the verge of tears as Kumamon patted him in the back and announced, “Strike thirty five!”
The table was once again lively. Reverimon found it relatively simple to manipulate the feelings and emotions of others, though she never used her abilities to her own gain. She turned to Mercurymon, “If you plan for us to have it the day after tomorrow, don’t you think you should be preparing? If everything goes as planned, you’d be hosting a wedding”
“And if I didn’t know you any better,” Lobomon added, “another victory celebration.”
Mercurymon raised his glass and viewed Agunimon and Reverimon, their figures somewhat distorted through the glass bowl. “We’ll cross the bridge when we get there,”
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I derived the name Reverimon from "reverie", to dream/daydream.
As I have mentioned before, this is my first try at a romantic fanfic so if you guys have any advice on writing style I'll take it.
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Second chapter is located at reply#28
