[h2][color=af1116]Candlemon[/color] [/h2] [b][In front of the cabin in the woods][/b] Mirko was a strange digimon. Candlemon assumed him to be a rookie at first glance, but he had zero idea about the world like some baby. They were outside his shelter drying in the sun the jacket and scarf that got wet. Candlemon found himself explaining what little he knew about the civil war to Mirko. [color=f7941d]"...Thats horrible." [/color] Mirko spoke after Candlemon explanation the fraction. He told Mirko how the army believes in their own strength and the right to protect the world without the help of outsiders. How the resistance were cheaters in the army eyes and how neutrals tried to live their lives as normal as possible. It was a explanation he got when he was young himself, he knew there were more facts about the war, but he didnt know what those were... he didnt want to know them either. [color=af1116]"You must be from another neutral place if you had no idea about it."[/color] Candlemon nodded as he spoke, his flame nodding knowingly as well. [color=f7941d]"I guess..."[/color] Mirko affirmed, looking more sullen he added in a lower tone."[color=f7941d] My family is sure to get worried because I am missing."[/color] Candlemon stayed silent after that watching out in the trees. He was thinking for a bit before deciding on what he wanted to do. [color=af1116]"I will help you get back to your family." [/color] [color=f7941d]"Huh. Why would you?"[/color] Candlemon continued to speak ignoring the boy question, smiling wide. [color=af1116]" Plus I bet the sector you are from will be a good place to stay myself."[/color] Mirko looked at him confusedly as he asked him the next question. [color=f7941d]"Arent you from around here? Wouldnt someone miss you?"[/color] The digimon smile turned a bit less happy. He was searching for friends because he had no one missing him anymore. Looking at Mirko he firstly intended to dismiss the boy question. He couldnt, the other was looking at him honestly worried for him. It warmed his wax body up. Taking a breath the rookie explained the reason. [color=af1116]"No... When I was a in training most my friends that evolved to rookie before me went into the army. I left that sector when my closest friend didnt return from a battle. I trained on my own and evolved from my own strength a few weeks after I left, but... I dont want to join it...Fighting in a war... it scares me. And not in a good way scare."[/color] [color=f7941d]"I am sorry..."[/color] [color=af1116]"Dont worry about it. Its why I want to help you get back to your home. So the one who are close to you dont have to be sad."[/color] Mirko smiled at him and Candlemon could see the other was cheered up for receiving help. [color=f7941d]"Köszönöm!"[/color] He spoke and seeing the frown on Candlemon face Mirko added. [color=f7941d]"It means thank you. You are a good friend."[/color] [color=af1116]"We are friend?"[/color] [color=f7941d]"Of course. You are helping me out. "[/color] [color=af1116]"Yes!"[/color] The data type digimon started jumping around really happy how great today has become. [color=af1116]"Köszönöm!"[/color] Candlemon repeated the word Mirko used to thank him, liking how it sounded. [hr] [h2] [color=f7941d]Mirko Dubrinic [/color][/h2] [b] [In the forest][/b] Mirko followed the digimon back into the forest, his cloths dry at this point again. Candlemon wanted to see where he woke up so to work out from where he came and how to get him back home. The boy had to admit at first he was more than just shocked to see a speaking candle jumping around, its flame making faces as well. After he was told he isnt facing some form of soul eating monster, but instead a digimon introducing himself as Candlemon, Mirko claimed down. The living candle was definitely not human so hearing it call himself a digimon wasnt as strange to accept. He accepted it as a fact, introducing himself as Mirko. The digimon was nice enough to clear a lot of confusion he had, and give him a bunch of new questions. He had no idea what to think of the war, the fractions and the fact he was not anywhere on earth. He was sure if a bunch of monster had a civil war the nations would have noticed it? Then again maybe it all was a conspiracy? He read enough stories of adventures of magic worlds that he assumed this was something similar to those. Cross over using a portal that was on the back of a wardrobe and such. The device in his pocket, the one he picked up, had to do something with transporting him here. When he showed it to Candlemon, the digimon shruged not recognizing or having a idea how to operate it. They packed some of Candlemon fruits in his school bag and set out in the woods. Mirko decide if he end up staying longer than a day in here to throw out his textbooks. They were kinda just dead weight. It would mean having more room to carry more useful stuff while searching for a way home. If he stays longer than a day... he will miss the dinner with his father. To cheer himself a bit up he thougth the positive would be that he will be skipping the math lessons from his mother... [color=af1116]"Watch where you walk."[/color] Candlemon warned just as Mirko deep in thought tripped over a tree root. [color=f7941d]"Sorry was thinking."[/color] The little flame shock its head while wax face grinned at Mirko. He was really happy since he mentioned them being friends. When he asked why, the digimon told him that he didnt have any friends to talk to for a while now. Being alone in a civil war... The human couldnt wrap his head around how that must feel. How scary it truly had to be. Being candlemon friend was the most obvious and the easiest decision he made that day. Plus the digimon was nice to him. [color=f7941d]"Oh I just remembered!"[/color] Mirko stopped and the candle digimon turned around asking excitedly. [color=af1116]"What?" [/color] [color=f7941d]"We have to take a selfie together if we are friends! "[/color] Fishing out his phone out he hugged the digimon and grinned in the camera. Much to the digimon confusion. He took the pic and showed it to the other. [color=f7941d]"See. I bet my friends from the club will not believe it even if they see this pic."[/color] It made Candlemon giggle. [color=af1116]"You are truly strange. Thats fun!"[/color] Mirko laughed at that, being called strange by a speaking candle for taking a selfi was simply absurd. A bit of Mirko hoped that when he gets home he will have the picture still in his phone. As prove that this wasnt all a dream and a way to remember the other. [color=f7941d]"If I am strange, you are the king of strange."[/color] The digimon showed him his tongue and jumping ahead. [color=af1116]"Come on, Mirko the strange! Half a day has already passed. " [/color]Mirko took a breath and started running after the other digimon though the forest.