The Birth of Drakiramon

By EntreriRose

"Crimson Lightning!"

Yamato cried out as the vermillion electric chain wrapped around his neck, yanking him away from Maelyn and slamming him full force into the nearby trunk of a tree. Sharp pain jolted through the back of his head as the world slipped away into darkness and his body fell to the ground.

"You pathetic children never learn." The speaker stood the full height of a man, with the graceful build of a dancer and neatly styled blonde hair. But he was too discolored to possibly be human, though he spoke and dressed and acted with all the mannerisms of one.

"Myotismon," Gabumon spat from where he hung suspended by a dozen bats. "What do you want?"

"It's simple," the vampire digimon continued with his rich tenor. "The Guardians must not be allowed to live. They are a danger to my master's plan."

Maelyn leaned heavily against the trunk of the thick tree, her mind a ball of confusion, Staring att he unconscious Yamato, she took a shaking step forward. Then, for some inexplicable reason, her furious glare leveled on Myotismon.

"Y-you . . . You nearly killed him!"

"And now it's your turn, my dear." He lifted his long arms toward the trembling girl. "Grisly Wing!"

"Violet flame!" A blast of pure, shimmering radiance hit the wave of darkness head on, repelling it from a cowering Maelyn.

"Shinimon," both Gabumon and Maelyn whispered in a mixture of shock and relief.

"Hmm . . . so there's the lizard, "Myotismon spat. "But you're much too late; the Guardians are mine!"

"Don't push your luck," the mini purple dragon growled, the sorrowful expression on her face replaced with fury.

"Hahahahaha! What can you do? You're only a champion; you can never defeat me."

"Violet flame," Shinimon cried, losing another lavender blast at the diabolical digimon.

"Crimson Lightning!" The energy chain connected solidly, blasting through the feeble attack and knocking Shinimon easily aside. Now only Maelyn, frightened past her wits, was left to face the vampire.

Myotismon took slow, calculated steps toward her, his ivory fangs gleaming in the dimness of twilight. He came on, uninhibited, pressing against her smaller form and bending in to take a bite of her slender neck. Maelyn let out a choked scream as his mouth connected.

White light enveloped them, Myotismon cowering away from her. The light spread, lifting Shinimon from the ground and encasing her in a glowing cocoon.

"Shinimon digivolve to . . . Drakiramon!"

Exploding in a brilliant flash, the light vanished and revealed the metamorphosed Shinimon. No longer was she a diminutive three feet tall and bipedal. She had become the shining image of the dragons of old, her wingspan blockading the sky from view, her tail as nearly as long as that with razor spines at it's end.

"White Wind!" the new, furious voice boomed. Powerful, deep violet wings beat, sending a milky ball of searing energy toward the evil digimon. Myotismon screamed out in agony, collapsing to the forest floor.

"You will never defeat him!" he yelled vehemently before he disintegrated before their very eyes.

"Maelyn," Drakiramon said, scooping both Yamato and Gabumon onto her back. "Get on. It isn't safe here."

"But . . . the others?" Maelyn wasn't quite sure of anything that had just happened.

"They are more than capable of taking care of themselves." Seeing no point in arguing, Maelyn climbed on and they flew off into the night.