I have learned many things through the years.Some through experience and some; like you through the stories of my elders. Our story keeper was a wise old yatagaramon descended from the heroes of old. His feathers pure white with age.


Theos struggled up the icy slope. The snow beneath his hooves crunching uncomfortably as he managed to climb slowly but sure footedly up the slope. He gazed upwards the peak meer feet above his head. Just a little farther and he would be there. Beyond it was a clear blue sky dotted with birds. One of which came swooping by his head.

"Come on Theos. He'll start any moment," Chase called out before circling back up over the ridge.

"Coming," Theos called out and jumped quickly up the last few steps. The rocks crumbling slightly as he finally made it up to the plateau. His ears swivelling at the sound of the tumbling rocks before going flush against his head in the cold. He quickly took his place beside the others on the frost ridden ground stained white with snow.

All eyes were on the white peak hovering above them like a silent guardian. The other birds came down resting themselves all over the plateau. The gathering was complete and now they all waited expectantly watching as the mountain came to life. From the snow rose forth a great white bird. Its eyes dull but a pale blue. It looked like it was made from the snow itself. Chucks of snow came tumbling the peak breaking apart on the plateau below.

Its wings opened wide and it slowly glided down landing with a thud. It's one back leg crippled and holding onto its left leg. A testament no doubt to many battles both those won and lost. It raised its head gazing out over them as though it could still see. Its form brought forth both wonder and respect even more so when he spoke.

"Welcome young ones. You have come to hear your elder speak of the old days and learn from the mistakes of your forefathers," he spoke in a deep and bold tone. His body was fading but it was obvious his mind and spirit were far from gone.

"What shall we speak of today? Come on tell me what story would you young ones like to hear," his head turned offering his ear to their suggestions.

"I want to hear about Ceresmon," one spoke up.

"What about the one about apollomon," another exclaimed. "We've all heard that one too many times," multiple voices echoed earning a chuckle from the giant bird.

"Tell us about your ancestor," Theos suggested.

All eyes turned to the yatagaramon expectantly making him chuckle. The story of the heroes of old was always a favorite. No matter the generation the fascination with humans never wavered. A few other voices raised up suggesting other things but with a wave of his wing silence fell.

"That tale is a long one and today is a nice day to tell it," he rose his head up as though looking to the sky.

"Long long ago digimon lived in turmoil. In the mist of this turmoil no matter how much a digimon died they would return to their egg forms. Death was not permanent in this time but rather infinite as their data would always return to one place. A village made for the eggs. Death was not permanent and so no one feared it and battles were raged constantly.

"In this chaos rose a beast who rose in ranks to hold the island in the palm of his hands. It was here the humans first appeared. File Island...." he proceeded to talk about their struggles through the digital world. How the humans made even the youngest of digimon evolve within moments. How their virtues helped them rise above all adversaries. Theos tail wagged as he listened.

I became fascinated by humans from his stories. How that no matter what they always won. They overcame everything through willpower alone and while they fought amongst themselves from time to time they always stood beside one another and learned from their mistakes. I desired an adventure like that; a story to be told through the ages. Only time will tell whether or not I have succeeded.

"More tomorrow young ones," simultaneous awws sounded from his declaration. "You do not want to be up here when the sun sets you'll freeze to death," he warned. Suddenly several took flight heading back down the mountain. He nodded his head firmly in response.

"Hold yourself four hooves," the yatagaramon called out. Theos froze wondering why he was singled out.

"We'll go on ahead," Chi said flapping away with her siblings hoping he wasn't in trouble.

"It is not often I get a non-flying visitor. I was quite surprised," he spoke. Theos stood before him his head down respectfully. "I do hope you will return," he said softly. Theos ears perked up and he looked up at the yatagaramons kind eyes. "My words are not just for the birds of this mountain. It is for whomever wishes to listen. Young one you are brave and strong to make your way up here. Never doubt that. Now go before you freeze over," he said waving his wing.

"What about you? Won't you freeze," Theos asked.

"Ha haha, young one I have lived on this peak thousands of years. I have frozen over many times and yet I do not die. My body it sleeps and lets me live without aging past what I already have. Perhaps on my death bed i will part with my true age," he chuckled and shooed Theos again. He returned to his roost on the side of the peak disappearing into the snow.

A sharp whistle of wind left Theos shaking and he rushed for the side of the plateau eager to leave. Yet at the same time he was eager to return even as he hopped his way back down the same path he had climbed hours before.

And return i did countless times. Each story he told filled me with wonder and longing. It made me want to leave the mountain and obtain my own human. That was never to be mind you but i was still a child and I dreamed big. Like all children do; like you do young one. Dream as big as you want but mind you reality is much different. Your dreams may be lost and found again many times and it may not be what you pictured it in the end. However your dreams can come true. Now sleep young one and dream of that future you so desire.