Moments before the little lights appeared in the air outside of her bedroom window Lumina was set on completing one task and one task only. That was to brush out her long, glossy blue hair. It was a tedious, though necessary bedtime routine of her's that her stylist taught her to do. She had to be careful not to force her brush through the hair because that could cause strands to break off. If she encountered any knots she was to undo them gently and only with her fingers. It was a huge pain in the butt but ultimately this routine was the key to her lovely locks more so than an expensive product was.
As she was finishing up she noticed something moving outside of her window. Immediately suspicious, since she was on the fourth floor of the apartment building, she grabbed her phone and slowly approached. She couldn't help but let out a small gasp at what she saw next. To her delight there was a group of what she was pretty sure were fireflies playing outside. Lumina's eyes lit up as she watched them. Their lights were beautiful against the dark color of the sky. They were free without a single worry in the world. She almost wished she could join them. What if she could simply turn into a beautiful light and lose herself in the night sky? What a simple and easy way to live that would be.
But the longer she stared at the lights the more she felt like she was forgetting something. A memory was lurking at the edge of her mind, trying it's hardest not to be forgotten...
She hated when this happened.
During the years she spent recovering from her, let's say "difficult" past, memories would often resurface like this. Most of the time they were memories of things that had happened to her during the dark years before she was able to start healing. Her therapist explained that her mind had purposefully locked those memories away because of the pain they caused her, but now that she was in a safe place she needed to learn to confront them. And confront them she did, successfully and at her own secure pace. Now these kinds of resurfacing memories were only rare occurrences. But once in a while a memory that resurfaced was not one of trauma but rather one that had simply been filed away so that she could focus on surviving life in general. In other words, not all memories were bad. A simple concept but it took her awhile to realize this.
This memory she was trying to remember did not feel like a bad one. But what was it? Lumina narrowed her eyes in thought as she stared out her window. Didn't she have a dream about light or orbs or something?
Before she could recall completely her phone started ringing. She silently looked down at the screen. An unidentified number. But she had just recently moved into her apartment and was getting ready to start college. It was very possible that the number had something to do with either of those things, so she answered the call.
Lumina wasn't even able to get a "hello" out before the air around her started to crackle with electricity. She shivered and looked around fearfully as a fog started to somehow roll into her room. Soon all she could see was fog! What was going on here? And then it happened. The familiar noise of ocean waves. "Wait, that's it... I..." Lumina was blinded by light and when it finally faded so too did the memory of the dream she was almost able to recall...
When Lumina regained her senses she found herself in a small room face-to-face with a large floating mass of quivering flowers. There was something dark blue sticking out of the top of this flying flower pile too. From the way it moved she was certain the blue wispy thing at the top of the flowers was actually a flame, but that couldn't be right. Then suddenly the flowers started to talk in a soft, mature female voice.
"H-hello...! It's nice to meet you. My name is Ghostmon... uh...umm... I decorated the room as nicely as I could to make you comfortable. I hope you like it."
Lumina blinked slowly before looking around the room. It was true, the room was decorated with great care. There were flowers bordering the wall edges, soft straw bedding in the middle of the floor where she was standing and even some incense burning. The place looked and smelled nice. She looked back up at Ghostmon and addressed her as calmly as she could. "Ok... "Ghostmon". But where am I? And what's with all the flowers? They're pretty but there is no way you are an actual ball of flowers...I think."
The flower float shrunk back. "You didn't know? You're in the Digital World. I'm... I'm your partner. But you're right, I'm not made of flowers. Sorry, sorry! I didn't want to scare you right when you entered our world. So um... we have to work together so I guess I will take the flowers off... but remember I'm here to help you. I won't hurt you!" The Digimon sighed sadly as she started to take the flowers off of her body. This human had no idea how long it took for her to make herself this presentable, and yet she was right. Ghostmon was not a mass of flowers and they would have had to know that eventually.
Lumina stared wide-eyed as this dark blue ghost-flame-creature emerged from the flowers. She could feel adrenaline kick in. 'I need to run. I need to get out of here! If I don't I...' Though her body shook her eyes slowly drifted down to the flowers that Ghostmon had taken off. They were stacked neatly in a pile to the side. That was hardly aggressive or destructive behavior. Ghostmon's voice and demeanor also suggested a shy and gentle personality rather than anything harmful. 'If I don't run I... what? Maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion? She looks scary but she doesn't act it. Ghosts don't exist anyway.'
She took a deep breath to steady herself and then looked back up at Ghostmon who, at this point, was frowning worriedly at the human. "I..." At first she couldn't find the words and her voice wavered. Ghostmon flinched too when Lumina started talking, as though expecting something terrible to be said. Lumina tried again, this time with a calmer voice. "My name is Lumina."
Ghostmon perked up. This was going surprisingly well. "Hello Lumina! I'm happy to meet you... welcome. There are others waiting outside that would also like to meet you. When you're ready we should leave the hut and join them. If that's ok, I mean!"
"What?" Lumina squeaked. Last she checked she was wearing only a nightgown. She moved around to check herself out and that's when she noticed that, strangely enough, she was in her favorite outfit. She even had her black bow headband on. At no point in time going from her room to this hut could she have changed outfits and yet she must have. At least that meant she would be able to meet people comfortably.
'This is insane. I'VE gone insane. But what choice do I have now...?' She closed her eyes, stood up straight and stayed still for a few seconds while she gathered her nerves. Ghostmon crept forward but Lumina opened her eyes back up before she could get too close. "Fine. Let's go then, I guess."
"Y-yes. Ok! Let's...do that." Ghostmon turned and floated towards the door but instead of opening it she just phased right through.
Lumina paused mid-stride to comprehend what she just saw. "No..." She mumbled, shaking her head. "Ghosts don't exist." She reassured herself as she opened the door and headed outside.