All was quiet in the Digital World. It was a peaceful and sunny day, with nothing to disturb the napping cat. Yes, the napping cat. There was a young Digital cat with pure white fur and yellow gloved paws. On her tail was a small ring. She was part of a species called Gatomon. She was dozing in the branches of a nearby tree when it happened.
In another part of this strange world, a blue dragon was training. He wore a spiked collar loosely around his neck. Each of his strikes were powerful as his attacks landed one after another against a tree. He was part of a species called Flamedramon. He had torn the tree down when it happened.
In the ocean of this world, a beast floated. He wore a shell on his back, relaxing in the ocean. As he drifted, he fell more and more into a peaceful dream. He was part of a species called Zudomon. He had fallen asleep right when it happened.
Another blue dragon was pushing through the forest. "Where am I?" he mumbled to himself. He groaned. "I better not be lost…" he was part of the species of Veemon. He had just pushed his way out of the forest, his eyes widening in relief when it happened.
A young member of a small tribe of Patamon was flapping his yellow wings, flying and trying of find his tribe. He had gone back to his tribe's home, but they were gone. Desperate, the Patamon was wandering through the forest when it happened.
In a part of the forest, there was a strange sight to behold. It was an Agumon. Except her fur was a deep, black hue. The strangest part about her? She was stuffing chocolate into her mouth. And then it happened.
"Listen, my fellow Banchos," a BanchoLeomon called. For other Digimon looked up at the king of the Banchos.
"What's wrong, Anarken?" BanchoGolemon asked. BanchoLilimon nudged him, silencing him immediately. BanchoMamemon and BanchoStingmon just watched Anarken expectantly. The BanchoLeomon cleared his throat, silencing the four and drawing attention to himself.
"It's time for us to-" Anarken was cut off by an explosion going off, throwing the group of Banchos apart. Smoke filled Anarken's vision, and he fought to see his friends. He pushed out of the smoke, calling his friends' name. To his dismay, there was no reply. Suddenly, the Bancho felt something hit his head hard. All went black; it had happened.
