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Golemon walked down the weary path as he tried to leave.For he feared the graveyard he was in.In fact he was just plain scared of all graveyards.So as he walked down the weary path he kept hearing strange noises.He turned to see were the noise was coming from but saw nothing.He turned back around and continued walking.Then he heard the noise again it felt like it was getting closer and closer.It felt like it was right behind him.He turned around again and like the first time he saw nothing but darkness.Golemon was scarred and now paranoid.So he started walking at a faster pace trying to find his way out of the graveyard but he kept hearing that strange noise.Suddenly he heard a cracking sound then he felt a tap on his shoulder.Golemon jumped up in fright and ran as fast he could trying o get way not knowing that it was just a tree branch that broke off and fell on him.As he kept running he tripped on a rock then stumbled and fell on his face.When he looked to see what was in front of him he was terrified when he saw a tombstone right in front of him.He jumped up and started running again as fast as he could.Nearing the exit he was becoming more calmed and when he exited the graveyard he fell back and sighed in relief then started laughing knowing that he was finally out of the graveyard.Then Golemon sat up and then stood back up brushing himself off.As he looked at the graveyard he saw a strange figure inside the graveyard getting closer and closer.As it kept getting closer he started hearing that strange noise again.It kept getting louder and louder as the figure kept getting closer and closer.it was getting closer to the graveyard's main gate.Golemon wanted to run away but he couldn't move he was to scared,"Oh please Yggdrasil please save me from this strange and evil figure I beg of you,"Golemon prayed.It seemed like his prayer wasn't answered.As the figure got closer to the main gate it's appearance was becoming easier to see.Golemon was becoming even more terrified.He couldn't help but faint."It was morning when he came to.He looked around and next to him was a sleeping Aurumon,"I guess that strange figure was this Aurumon and that sound was him hooting,"was what Golemon said as he stood up again.He then laughed with a sweat drop.He then heard the Aurumon snore jumped up and ran away as quickly as possible.

Alright, I'd thought only pummel would play rp but I was wrong. =D May I reserve this post? I would like to join too. I'll have the story when I come home from school. ^^


( Alright here I go. I took a small glance of what we had to write and I was thrilled. I had a hand full of ideas but I didn’t know what to write. This or that? So what the heck ,I just wrote what I thought was best. It’s the thought of actually taking the time and trying. I hope it isn’t too long. ^^ )

From the peek of a mountain were a large quantity of statues towering the lands. An explorer would take the moment to glance at the figures but soon realize that he was mistaken. It were Golemon; a small colony of them. Just about the characteristics of any other Digimon these Digimon seemed to have a tribal act with in their data. They all would rest, group together in small occasions and give their blessings to the dead. The dead…? Why would Digimon celebrate other Digimons deaths? We would have multiple celebrations every day if that were the case. Digimon…can’t die….can they? Four Golemon had attend their usual spot behind the village of stone, missing the celebration that was soon to begging. They had a job to do but they only shrugged it off.
“Man, Like I’m going to stand there and hold a bunch of flowers. Pffft.” One Golemon ranted once the whole group had came. His friend nodded agreeing as they compared each others task. All but one.
A slightly different Golemon sat near the entrance of the cavern, looking back at the village. He could see the decorations being prepared, along with treats for the young rookies and even a large bon fire to be lit at night. He held the greatest responsibility out of all the other Golemons, the one to carry the sacred stone that was made of Francium. A rare stone to be discovered a long time ago in the digital world; the Golemons would give their blessings to it praying for their past ancestors to be happy.
“Earth to G, wake up!” One of the Golemons snapped his fingers over to the daydreaming Golemon. They would call him G for short rather than having to pronounce their entire name. The metal headed digimon quickly turned over his shoulder almost turning his neck in a one eighty motion.
“Wha-w-what?” The Digimon stuttered. His other friends laughed seeing this.
“Ah ,G ! What are you doing?”
“O-oh… I’m only looking back. I’m waiting to see when they’ll start the ceremony so that I will not miss it.”
All Golemons groaned wile rolling their pecan colored eyes. His friend that stood by his side shook his head causing a bit of ruble to leak from his neck. “You honeslty car about that event? “
“W-well I have to I’m the Francium bearer this time. I need to be there or else I’ll let everyone down.”
Golemon rolled his eyes once more as he began to walk back to the group of friend. He let G be but others were slightly annoyed of his goody-two-shoe attitude. He would’ve never discovered their secret spot if it weren’t for his only friend. They pothers practically didn’t care weather G was there or not , they only used him slightly for small tasks thought those would always come to a fifty percent success. They began lower their voices, whispering to each other of an idea. The Golemon all had snickered, bobbing their heads agreeing to one plan. One Golemon ,slightly gray and covered in deep gashes approached the timid Golemon.
“Hey, Buddy.” The dull Golemon stretched his words. “Say, why don’t you help us on a small task, hmm?”
“A-a task? You mean another mission?”
“Eh, well sort of.” Seeing the Golemon loose interest he began once again. “I-I mean ,yea. A mission and it’s a very important one too. Probably the best one of this week too. Isn’t that right, guys?” The other Golems nodded their head in agreement.
G watched them cautiously, seeing how his friend was absent he couldn’t trust them others. He was very aware of how their actions were and yet he would never oppose. “I don’t think I can attend this one….It’s almost time for the ceremony…..”
“Ughh, oh come one. It won’t take long. All you have to do is go on and visit the Zenithal and pick up some stones. I know there are special stones that can be the thrown into the bon fire to create special colors.”
Hearing the name the timid Golemon began to shake. Apprehensive from the idea, the Golemon rose on his feet beginning to shake his hands, un-agreeing to this. “N-no! That’s the cemetery just below from here. I can never go in there! I-it’s not right!”
“What are you, scared? Come on metal head, it’s only picking a few rocks like yourself.” The group began to surround G. They all knew that no one has dared to attempt to visit the ‘Zenithal’ since it was were the dead resided; a cemetery. G had a great belief in the dead and especially curses.
“N-no, I don’t want to! Get away!” He waved his large hands but the group had already surrounded him. The last word he remembered before being blind folded were, “ There’s no such thing as an after life for a Digimon. We can never die.”

Die? Death? Was there really such a thing for Digimon. Can death really apply to them when after a loss in battle their data automatically reforms until a long day period before re-birth. Carrying their past memories with out waiting a century or millennium? Would that really be possible. All of these thoughts would come to G’s mind whenever the ceremony of the dead would come He was very un-comfortable of speaking something that may never exist or the fact that being tomb in a casket frightened him. Than again, Pharomons never had a problem with this.
G groggily woke up after his dream of thoughts had ended. Soft soil caressed his cheek along with a light smell of dew. He popped his head from the earth, dusting the damp soil from his face. He looked back up to see that he had been thrown from the cliff, thankfully that his body was made of strong durable mineral body. ‘Some companions’, the Golemon thought as he rose to his feet. His stitched shoulders stiffened as he recognized the mist, it was the Zenithal cemetery. ‘Oh, those thugs! They’re going to regret this!’ Golemon thought as he balled his large fist into the sky. A sudden collapse of ruble seemed to frighten him. The golem began to scurry on forward, then towards the right. Stumbling upon a few tomb stones with digital inscriptions which he payed no attention to. Golemon began to jog and soon broke out running while wailing. ‘I want to get out of here!’He shouted in his mind.
Huffing the large Golemon stumbled on his knees, hands digging into the soil. It was just how the rumors had it, once you enter there was no escape. Golemon began to whimper hearing soft moans from a distance. Had they come to take him away for disturbing the peace? No, it can’t be, it hadn’t been his fault to be forced here. Two large wing folded out with in the thick mist. Golemon screamed turning on his heels, “Whaaaa! It’s the angel of death! Get away from me!”
The winged figure disappeared but soon re-appeared soaring above the Digimon. Golemon became indulged in fear that he even began to launch his own attacks towards the un-dead angel but it had no effects. “Wahh, let me be! I didn’t do anything!” Golemon knelt over as the angelic figure came near. Hot steam was released from the frightened Digimon as defense.
He waited and waited.
Looking up there was nothing to fear anymore. The death angel had disappeared. Golemon sighed, still a bit shaken.
“Woah!” A small head had popped above his metallic head. “Let out all your steam buddy, cause I don’t want to get blown away!” It was a Ravemon. Golemon nearly kicked himself for mistaking this swift Digimon from the angel of death, maybe he needed a break. The Ravemon seemed to be in his Burst mode form. He found it strange how a Ravemon would be in that mode when there were no battles taking place, surely it was a waste of energy. The purple feathered harpy smiled as he flipped over the Golemons head. The large stone was astonished, “O-oh. How do you do that?”
“Easy.” He lifted his arms. “I can fly, duh.” He playfully stuck his tongue taking flight once more. The Golemon stayed there before speaking again, “U-um you wouldn’t mind helping me would you? I want to get out of here.”
“Here? Out?” The Ravemon repeated continuing to re-appear then disappear within the mist. “Hmmm. Sure but what’s wrong? Why so edgy? You seem light. Why’d you get here? Like the weather? I miss the sun, too misty here.”
Golemon began to become confused by the fast spoken Raven, it made him feel a bit dumb knowing his slow paced mind. He didn’t know what to say. “U-uh I n-never wanted to came here. I don’t like this place, it gives me the creeps…”
“Why?”
“W-well because there are dead Digimon a-and they might pop out of here and keep me imprisoned here o-or maybe even turned into a digitama.”
The Ravemon paused appearing behind the Golemon, resting on a podium. “Why do you think there are un-dead Digimon who would want to hurt you?”
The Golemon hushed looking back at the Digimon, he had a stern face plastered on his face. “I-I don’t know….my friends…told me…and the rumors…..”
“Rumors? Is that what the commotion is about? I thought it would be worse. My tamer had told me about those.” He sighed, “How I wish I could be with her….”
The Golemon stayed quiet knowing he might have lost his own tamer in battle. Golemon shook his head, “I-I have to go now and soon! I’m going to miss the ceremony! Oh ,If only I hadn’t opened my big mouth.” He held his head
The Ravemon was already ahead of his, “Ohhh, what’cha come here for neh? Come on.”
Golemon had no choice other than to follow the Ravemon. After all he did seemed like he knew the way.
After a few hours the Golemon was dragging his arms in grief. He was late, late, late. They all must hate him by now. Golemons eyes were watering. Ravemon looked below himself seeing the Golem. He sighed landing on his flat metal head. “Alright, you’ve been crying since the last ten minutes. What’s going on.”
“I-I-I’m late! It’s my entire fault! Now everyone must hate me…..and..and this cemetery doesn’t help!”
The Ravemon bonked his head. Golemon blinked before looking up. “Hey, give yourself a break! This place isn’t haunted, a Digimon can never die and always remember to not blame yourself Shesh, look at yourself. A golem with a soft spot.”
The Golemon looked down, “I know…. It’s true. I’m just a failure…I can’t accomplish my missions…I can’t keep the promise from the ceremony to carry the stone….I’m a weak coward…”
“Pffttt.” Ravemon patted his arm. “You think you’re a coward? Hey, to be honest. I kind of left you here longer on purpose…..but look at yourself. You aren’t hyperventaling like you began! Haven’t heard a word of fear and mostly you were leading the way. I kind of fell back.”
“…what? What?! You made me late on purpose!”
“eheheheh.” Ravemon rubbed his neck pointing back. “Just take this way and you’ll feel good.”
Golemon sighed, “Well…yea. Yea!” He clenched his palms. “Yes, I did! I overcame my fears, thank you so much but now I have to face everyone else due to my absence from the ceremony. Thank you so much Ravemon.!” The Golemon wanted to shake his hand but the Ravemon only stepped back.
“You’d crush me if you did big fella’ “ Ravemon rubbed his nose as he grinned.
Golemon rubbed his arm, “I guess that’s true. Good bye!”
With in three minuets the Golemon was dumbstruck. A sign reading, “Exit” Was folded out. He suddenly found himself walking a stoned pavement. He expected soil but he was wrong. Astonished to find himself back in his village. Just then the group of Golemon were beraly entering.
One was laughing. “Aha, did you see how scared he was?”
“Yup. Ouch, that fall has gotta hurt, ya know. Nah!” They all laughed. Suddenly gasping seeing G standing there, confused himself.
“What-the? I thought we had just push- I mean helped you find your way in the cemetery just two minuets ago?”
“Two minuet ago?” G, the Golemon repeated confused.
“Don’t play dumb with us!”
“Woah,woah,woah. Hold it.” The leading Golemon spoke as he approached G. “The guy obviosusly ran off but you failed the mission. You didn’t bring back the stones I asked for.”
The timid Golemon lowered his head before speaking. Suddenly three baseball sized stones feel from his head. “Ah-There they are…how..”
“Woah….” The other group of Golemon looked back at G. All of them slowly back away.
“How? You only left for about five minuets and already found those…those are impossible to find….”
The timid Golemon suddenly smiled confident. “Ehe, I guess I was lucky to find a friend there.”
“Dude, no one goes there at all. There’s nothing to see in that graveyard other than floating data.”
The timid Golemon was surprised thinking back on the Ravemon that accompanied him and helped him through but he smiled rather than beeing frightened. Afterwards the whole village of Golemon celebrated the day of the dead peacefully. Golemon would always seem to visit the graveyard now and then to search for his new friend but he could never find him. Purple feathers softly passed along the wind, one cought between his metal helmet where the Ravemon once stood.
(By the way, Happy birthday Kira! )

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-_- God damn writing tamers.

No offence zero but your the only one to blame since we all check if there is new contests and u expect a notice I am sorry but dont be lazy and check your your self

I am keeping my digimon and still he doesnt need get all mad about it

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