A Lost Factor

Chapter 5- Hoping for friends

Jasmine looked at Lunamon, surprised at how different she had become, even though she was just like Jasmine remembered her to be. Her once pretty black and gold fur was not messy, tangled, and dirty. Her shiny gold eyes were cold, uncaring, and lonely. Her voice and attitude echoed the sadness Lunamon had last year, when she had almost gone back to her past self. She still seemed good, yet slightly negative, and next to Jasmine’s slightly more than positive side, people often thought they were partners. But Lunamon had another partner; Jasmine wasn’t digidestined at all.

The poor digimon had never had a good life. She was from some other dimension, where she met Realemon, about 8 years ago. Realemon’s influence and a weird vision made Lunamon decide that she was evil, would digivolve to Daemon someday, and was male. Even after coming to this dimension and being apart from Realemon, she still felt this way. She became Galulumon, and built Lulu Tower, preparing to someday rule the world, or something like that. Only after meeting Alysha 2 years ago did she learn that it wasn’t like that, and that Alysha was her partner. But after Realemon returned to this dimension, she sent Alysha away, which had sent Lunamon into being cranky and slightly mean and obsessive about her tower. Lunamon now seemed to echo this old way of being.

Jasmine ran over to Lunamon, and picked her up. “What happened here?” Lunamon didn’t say anything, and the two stood there, Jasmine hugging Lunamon, for what seemed like hours.

She carried her over to the west window, facing the ocean. The window was low enough to have people sit in it. She sat down, and let Lunamon go. The digimon walked over and leaned against the side of the window.

“Lunamon,” Jasmine said, a bit unsure, not wanting to spark her into getting mad, “What happened here? The worlds, together? It’s not right, not normal, shouldn’t be this way. Acamina, it’s wrong, thing’s aren’t normal. The tower’s the same, except the island’s in the real world, near Acamina, but this place hasn’t changed from last year...”

“Last year?” Lunamon cried. “Everything’s different from one year to the next, why not now? The whole world’s different from the way it was last year. Everyone’s gone, the world’s being taken over by Realemon, it’s hopeless, pointless, may as well be dead since everyone else practically is.”

Jasmine looked away from Lunamon, not wanting to beleive. She looked out to sea, where on the other side, her friends were now fighting the same fight her friends here had lost. Looking down at the ground, she remembered times working on the D-Terminal or D-Porters, watching her friends practice or talk.

“The D-Porters,” Jasmine whispered, looking at the stone floor inside the tower, trying not to get sick. “Hidimon had one, Pirelli the others. What about them?”

“I’m not an idiot,” Lunamon shot at her. “I’ve tried making new ones, to find those imbeciles, but it’s not working, curse her and her friends. Hidimon hasn’t come back yet, the stupid psychic digital waste, and Pirelli took Brian after she broke the others. They’re just as lost as all the others that Realemon caught. The newer digidestined escaped somehow, but hmm,” Lunamon said, smiling. “Brian’ll have a wonderful day when he gets back, after finding out that he was right about Brandy, she betrayed us, and he’ll get to show that he was right. I wonder if he’ll kill her.”

“Lunamon!” Jasmine yelled, disgused with Lunamon’s thinking, and the plain truth of it all. They were alone, the others gone, trapped in a illusion, where they were practically no longer themselves. She covered her face, as her eyes began watering. “Why can’t you help?” she whispered. “You used to be able to stop illusions. Your spell on the door’s still there, keeping N’amie and any illusions out. You were able to once help Jenni and Ken. Why not now?”

“I tried, oh, I tried a lot. But the tower’s old, built with stone and my energy. And now, it’s taking it all to keep it up, and keeping the illusions out. Did you notice that I expaned the spell. No illusions should get close. But, it won’t last forever. I’ll be right back,” Lunamon said, hopping off of the windowsill. She went to the stairs up to her room.

She returned with a folded paper. “Here, something wrote a long time ago. Oh, and if you ever get into the room, it might help.” Lunamon said, standing on the windowsill again.

“No one can get into your room,” Jasmine said, holding the paper but not yet reading it. “It’s safe, with the aspect keys. How can you suggest that I, someone that’s not even dgidestined, be able to enter a room where only the four Lost digidestined using the four Apsect Key digidestined can get into?”

“Jasmine,” Lunamon said, annoyed. “You use that term like it means something. You’re practically digidestined, it doesn’t really matter. If you weren’t destined to help them, then I don’t know what to call you. And after that note, you might reconsider that anyway.”

Jasmine opened the paper. It was a hand written by Brandy, dated the day of the Final Battle. On it, a brief message was written.--If something happens to me where I can’t be in control of Alimon, Jenni gets her. If she can’t, then Jasmine. Keep her safe from Realemon.--

“Don’t worry, she’s safe,” Lunamon said, with a hint of a smile. “She’s hidden in the north, in the cave somewhere; Realemon abandoned it when she built her tower.”

Lunamon stood up, looking out to sea. “With the two of you, I know you can do it. I’m tired of all this annoying waiting, and I’m no good just sitting, slowly holding the tower up. Another 6 years should do it. If you need the place longer than that, build it out of stone, not energy.”

“Lunamon, what’re you saying?” Jasmine asked, leaning over to look at her. She was crying, her eyes a bit less cold, her voice a bit nicer.

“You’d have been a wonderful partner. Find her, and see how you do. Good luck, save the world, and don’t let Wedge break my tower,” Lunamon said, then jumped out of the window. Her body sparkled, and faded into mist, becoming part of the purple mist that now shone strongly around the tower.