=== Nameless Town:
Ardat the recently evolved Witchmon sits at on top of a small bridge's railing, watching her reflection on the stream below. The womon frowns at the sight her own downtrodden picture, saddened by the sheer
plainness of it and moves to rest her chin on the palm of both hands. Her legs dangle below, idly swinging back and forth as Ardat sulks-
broods about her future.
She'd only came to this nameless town (which only remained nameless because she hadn't found it distinctive enough bother
learning said name) because her best friend-
servant had promised to get her something after the mission. However he'd vanished after arriving and even Sir Scratch had to take along the other mon for some reason. And now she was alone, staring at a figure that might as well have been any other Witchmon.
It wasn't fair, why did she have to end up so... *average*. Sure her hair was a little darker than normal, but that hardly counted!
Raising her head from her reflection from the stream, Ardat watches a couple of Rookies play tag with each other. They weren't very good at it, back when
she was a rookie back with Frigimon, Ardat had
dominated the game. These mon were practically trading being tagged, pathetic. She could
totally show them how to play properly.
But no, she was a champion now, which meant all those to stupid responsibilities.
The Witchmon sighs before returning to look at her reflection once again with a sullen expression.
As Ardat continues to sul-
Contemplate!!! She didn't notice the presence of a large blue humanoid dramon sneaking closer. By the time she heard the *crunch* of his footsteps it was too late, the ExVeemon
pounced, sweeping her form off the railing and up into a massive hug. While initially taken by surprise, Ardat is able to recover rapidly and returns the embrace with one of her own, cackling happily all the while.
"There a smile suits you better than sulking!" The large Dramon declares before setting her back down on the bridge. "Now what's bothering you?"
"Nothing! What could possibly bother this world's most beautiful creature?!" He lets out a snort at her protest, he was intimate with the womon's normal exuberant attitude and silently sitting there with a frown was incredibly unusual behavior. Ardat flushes a shade of pink at the dismissal, then looks away
"The Librarian of Forbidden Knowledge doesn't sulk, she contemplates!" ExVeemon's bow raises at that, causing Ardat to hastily amend her statement.
"Okay she was, but she also really was contemplating something serious."
"Well, then you better tell me all about it then!" Hefting Ardat to rest on his shoulder, ExVeemon asks about her thoughts, which takes the Witchmon a few moments before she could find the words.
"It's just that... while she knows that her whole life is ahead of her, The Keeper of Forbidden Knowledge just can't shake this feeling of purposelessness, the lack of something to strive for. I.. I guess I'm a bit sad that I don't know what to do with my life." The womon admits, looking down at her empty claws.
"And I'm just like the other Witchmon too..." ExVeemon seems to mull over her words for a few seconds, then nods to himself.
"Well if its purpose you want, then improving yourself is always a worthwhile endeavor!" ExVeemon rumbles raising both arms up and striking a pose to display his bulging musculature. His posturing manages to get a little giggle out fresh champion, though her happiness is fleeting. The Dramon pauses, wracking his brain for an answer, then snaps his fingers as if having a eureka moment. "Aha! I've got it! You could totally master Wind Magic better than any other Witchmon ever! Become the one and only Mistress of the Winds! I remember the spell you used in our mission being super impressive! That other girl didn't stand a chance!"
"R-really you think so?.. Well of course I am destined to become Mistress of the Winds, such a thing is only natural for my august self." Ardat states now striking her own pose upon ExVeemon's shoulder.
"That's the spirit! You know I wouldn't lie to you, if I said you have talent then you have talent, that I know that you are destined for great things, then you do!" As ExVeemon reaffirms his beliefs in her, the Witchmon finds herself growing a true grin, and strikes another pose with greater enthusiasm.
"Of course one such as myself is destined for greatness, for I am Ardat! Mistress of Winds, Librarian of Forbidden Knowledge and future Leading Lady of the Digital World!" By now the duo of Witchmon and ExVeemon are attracting stares from nearby mons with their antics, but those were easily ignored by the duo.
"Future Leading Lady of the Digital World huh? Roho, well I did say you were destined for great things, so you know what go for it, a grand goal for a grand mon like yourself, go show the world what Ardat can do!" Encouraging the womon's ambitions ExVeemon takes out a small box and hands it to the Witchmon posing on his shoulder.
"Sorry for leaving you alone for a bit, I had to get grab this from the Host's Mail Post. Got it custom ordered from Agent Greymon you know? It's a gift celebrating your recent evolution to champion." While ExVeemon was explaining his gift's origins Ardat wastes no time in opening it, tearing open the packaging to find a red eyepatch decorated with a white cross. Squealing in delight, the Witchmon immediately hugs the blue dramon's neck which is returned in kind.
"Thank You, Thank You, Thank You...." While Ardat rapidly blurts out words of gratitude, ExVeemon merely pats her back smiling at her enthusiastic response, before pulling her off his neck then setting her on the ground.
"Why don't you try it out?" That small prompt was all that was needed for womon to do just that, lifting it up to her face and pressing the article to her right eye. From how the Witchmon's smile somehow got even brighter and her body trembled with manic energy, ExVeemon just knew she that little speech is coming up.
"Tremble in awe mons of the Digital World, for you witness the birth of the Librarian Of Forbidden Knowledge, the GrandMaster of Wind Magic and Future Ruling Lady Ardat! AHaHaHaHaHa!" The Witchmon once agains strikes a pose, her sadness erased and a goal acquired, ready to take the world by storm.
Keep practicing and eventually you can be a God. Almost always has a protag that starts at the bottom but catches up do to their OP plz nerf Protag power that nobody new they had but the wise old mentor, etc...
