The King is back
- Mar 31, 2008
- Nowhere in particular.
Digimon: The Last Hope
In the summer, Richmond had been the epicenter of the most beautiful sights that any man or woman would view in their lives. The rays of sunlight gleaming down on every inch of the city that is bathed in a lush array of trees baring the leaves of red and orange; yellow and green — all these colors all cover the city’s floors. Sure this seems like an Autumn-like scenery, but the dry, humid feel in the air proves otherwise.
Set aside from all of this, along the coastline, there is a row of three cabins. These redwood cabins are raised and built in a two story look. The first floor of each cabin house the campers and the consolers rest in the second floor. Inside the cabins, smooth hardwood floors are graced with animal skinned-rugs that have been scattered all around. The beds are five paces apart from each other with a lamp and a nightstand in-between each of them. In each cabin there are seven beds. An odd number for an odd campsite.
Oddly enough, the camp is the home to a wide-variety of people who come from all over the world. They range from Mexico to Florida. They range from Africans to Mexicans; from Japanese to Americans. It’s just a mufti-cultured camp that is fun for all.
The day on which this specific time is will be around mid-July and probably noon-ish. Even though the day feels like any other, it’s not a day that will go unnoticed from seven particular kids. As each step out from their respective cabin that is on one section of the beach, seven little circle dots of bright lights appear out of the sky. They are not even ready to comprehend what is about to happen.
The beams of light coming down are going slow, a steady pace even. From what can only be described as anticipation, Trip nervously awaited for whatever was going to happen to happen. These lights, they each landed in seven kids’ hands. One of these kids was Trip. This Mexico City-born kid was tall for his age of fourteen. He stood strong, lean, but not mentally-fitting the bill of his physical appearance. A choice of clothing that resonated with him so much. A red jacket with shapes of blue and blue jeans. His shirt was just like your normal kind of shirt in a random shade. Nothing out of the ordinary.
As the dot of light came into his hand, a weird device suddenly took shape. From the looks of it, Trip had no idea what It was, but the shape looked like a cool toy that he would have played with a few years back. Something about it felt familiar, but Trip couldn’t place it.
The teenager looked around, and he saw that his fellow campers got the same things, but he was a bit too timid to speak up in fear that he would say something stupid or misunderstanding. He just waited for someone else to make a comment about it.
Somewhere in the Digital World
In an unknown land, far from what some call Earth, there is a kingdom, a scary kingdom that houses seven individuals all rumored for their brutality and evil nature. These seven individuals are often looked as myths, but they are no myths — not anymore. Awakened by the Lights, they have became the real deal and this is not something that no one wants to underestimate. These beings are the sole reason why the Digital World was in ruins seven millennia ago. In Earth’s time, that is the Earth time of seven weeks.
In the center of the kingdom, there is a meeting point where all seven sectors of the kingdom meet. All ranging from different terrains like water and earth. These seven meeting points in the center of it all sits seven shadows.
“We have awaken.”