The Fall
“God, why do you hate me?” That was the first thing I asked the sky when I looked up to that familiar blood red moon. Then as I remembered what happened last time, I had already started turning around and there the white Renamon was, with the same predatory look in its eyes that it had the last time. Pushing past the uneasy feeling that I had about that look, I asked the creature a question that I still regret to this very day, “Are you female by any chance?” The amounts of shit that the smile she took up scared out of me was uncountable. At first she just continued with that damn predatory gaze, and then her lips curled into a smile to match her gaze. She then shook her head yes and took a single step forward, and I took one back. As she began her next step I whirled around faster than the eye could see and ran like Satan himself was after me. I kept running without looking back, already knowing that she was close behind as I heard those damn shards slamming into the ground where I had just been.
This time I knew what was ahead on that path so I made a sharp right, thinking I would catch her off guard and loser her amongst the trees. As I continued to run, the sound of the ice shards disappeared. I continued running for a little longer when I came out of the woods… and right up to the spot by the lake from the last time.
“FUCK MY LUCK!!!!!” I yelled as I sensed a presence behind. Without even turning around, I knew who it was. After finally giving in, I turned around and she was standing there just as I had expected. Once again she was wearing an expressionless face, although I could see the predatory desire still in her eyes. Again, this concerned and deeply disturbed me. To my relief, the vixen only pointed at my feet. As it did last time, the ground showed a message.
Do you finally know who I am?
“You are a Renamon” I had assumed.
To this I received a slight frown as she pointed once more to the ground. I noticed the word “close” written in the dirt.
Close. I wonder what she means by that. I thought to myself after reading her latest message. I then started to concentrate on features with the thought that if I was close with Renamon, then maybe she was some variation of Renamon. As my thoughts wondered to the vixen’s gloves, I suddenly remembered the snowflake pattern on the m as well as the ice shards that she had been flinging at me the whole time.
“Icerenamon”
Upon hearing me utter these words the snow white kitsune’s tail started going mad as she had a look of absolute joy on her face. The next thing I knew after that was that everything around me instantly turned pitch black as everything disappeared. As I floated in the blackness for some time, I had the strange urge to look below me arose. Giving in to this urge, I looked down to see… myself? Lying below me was another me only there where some very strange differences. Whereas my hair is bushy, short, and brown, the version of me on the table had snow white, spiky hair down to its, my, his, FUCK IT, HIS shoulder blades. Coming out of the top of his head where a pair of wolf-like ears. Where there would be a scar in the center of my forehead, there was a pattern of small scarlet red triangles. They were arranged as a row of three triangles with the tip of each triangle pointing to the top of his head. Below the middle triangle was another triangle with its tip pointed toward his nose.
Lying across his chest was what looked like a headband with a metal plate on it. On the metal plate was an engraved image of a wolf’s head. While I wear a shark tooth necklace, the creature instead had a strange ring with something written around it in a language that I had never seen before. Attached to the ring was a small pendant in the shape of the same wolf’s head as the headband. The difference though was that the wolf pendant held a red jewel in its mouth.
Around each wrist, there was another of those strange rings, one on each wrist, but instead of the pendant being attached to the rings on the wrists, there was a one foot long chain and on the end of each chain was a small replica of a broad sword, but instead of a normal hand guard, there were two wolf heads coming out of each side of the blade. In the mouth of each wolf on both swords was another red gem, similar to the one in the pendant.
Finally, on his hands and feet was a pattern, exactly like the one on his forehead, only the tips of the three triangles were pointed towards the fingers and toes with the fourth triangle pointing towards the wrists and ankles.
As I looked at his face again I noticed that he had opened his eyes. As I looked into his eyes I saw my own hazel colored eyes reflected in his own silvery eyes. This was seriously freaking me out so I turned away from him to look right into the piercing green ices of the Icerenamon from before. That I when she spoke.
Her voice was one of the most beautiful things I had ever heard. “I may be an Icerenamon, but you may call me Isis.” She said with glee and a slight hint of seduction on the edge of her voice.
“I guess it is a pleasure to meet you, assuming you aren’t going to attack or chase me anymore, my name is…” I had started to say when she cut me off.
“I know who you are, you are Joel, but your very close friends call you Emerald, a nickname you picked up when you were younger from a girl named Cassie.” She spat that last name out with a great amount of venom lining her voice.
Upon hearing Cassie’s name, I felt a pang of sorrow, but I quickly brushed it away. There were more important things to deal with at the moment. As I finally pulled my thoughts back together, Isis leaned in to my ear and whispered, “I will be watching you from here on out. I will see you very soon.” With that being said, she gave a little giggle and faded away.
As my eyes shot open, I slowed my breathing, trying to calm my heart down after that weird dream I just had. I rolled over to look at my alarm to see that it was three in the morning. I knew with my heart racing the way it was, I wouldn’t be going back to sleep for a while so I decided to get some fresh air. I then proceeded to grab my phone from beside my clock and place it in my pajama pants pocket. Then I exited my basement bedroom and headed upstairs. Once I was in front of the outside door, I grabbed the handle, pulled the door open and took a step out the door.
At this time, three thoughts ran through my mind. The first thought was “Damn, for three in the morning it is incredibly bright out.” My next thought was “Where did the ground go” as I took that step and felt my foot fall into air along with the rest of me as I had already started putting my weight behind that foot, and as I fell my final though hit me as I began to start freaking out was “This is probably going to hurt, a lot.”
The third chapter of Digi Academy