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Anya watched as the Goblimon continued to approach, completely frozen in fear. [i]I take it back this isn't cool at all![/i] she thought to herself. "Come on! Get up and run!" Conomon shouted, nudging Anya with her tail. It wasn't Conomon that snapped her out of it, instead it was the dying Alphamon.

She stood slowly picking Conomon up and watching the scene un-fold. She immediately had thirty different questions, most of them revolving around 'The Council of Five'. Once the Goblimon had ran she had intended on asking Alphamon, having no clue what dying looked like to a digimon.

She stopped to listen to his words before she dissapeared, coming to realization that he died protecting her, something she admittedly should have done herself by running. She simply nodded in agreement as the small beings flew off.

It wasn't long until she noticed someone else had joined them, it startled her a bit at first when he spoke but she realized quickly it was a human and not another digimon trying to kill them. "Uh. Yep! I think so, anyway. At-least that's what Conomon said." Anya told him, holding the brown ball of fuzz up. "I'm Anya, and this is Conomon, the apparently tougher than it looks ball of fuzz." She said, hugging it and giggling.

"I try." Conomon said, smiling and looking at the other two humans before her. "So the stories were true! There really are more of you!" Conomon shouted happily, a wide smile on her face.