This day had been ordinary. Just like any other day for all, except for ten humans and ten digimon. For these select, this day was going to have a twist to it. The digimon were aware of what was going to happen. They knew the last of the children were coming on this day. They did not, however, know what to expect from them. The children would be the ones with the unpleasant surprise of being whisked off to another world. It was highly unlikely that any children arriving would know one another, so that meant no immediate friends.

The last to fall victim that day was a girl by the name of Vivian Hines. This, of course, is not to say that others didn't fall victim this day, because a few had. Three were taken this day. After all, those strange creatures, the digimon, knew what they were doing; this was probably the last time they would be going into the human world taking children for a while. At the very least, for a few months.

Vivian

I had been taken in by, indeed, a strange creature. I first spotted it just outside of the family home after coming back after a long day of school. I ignored it; it had to be my imagination acting up. I did have a good one. And today had been stressful, anyway. It was just getting a little out of hand, that was all.

This creature was plant-like. It's feet looked to be extending into roots. They, along with the torso and the face of this creature, were green. It's arms were white, and where there should have been hands, there were flower petals making fingers, tipped with purple. A mane of red-ish pink flower petals enclosed its neck, and the top portion of its head was covered by a large red flower petal, two semi-circles cut into either side so this creature could see.

Seeing as my imagination had even bothered to come up with such a thing, I toyed with the idea of humoring it. This was before I'd reached the house, before I'd flashed a small smile at it and hoped it would go away, and before it talked.

"Vivian Hines." I stopped. It wasn't a question. This thing knew who I was. In all honesty, I had been surprised that it had such a nice, soothing voice. It hadn't surprised me that it knew my name; I'd imagined it, after all. Or so I thought.

"Vivian Hines," the flower-creature repeated. "I'm not something imaginary." I blinked. It knew I was thinking so? But of course. I imagined it. "Really. I'm not. What I need for you to do is to take me inside and to a computer. Yeah, it's probably not the best thing to be letting monsters into your home, but I can promise you that doing so won't be a mistake."

I blinked again. This was like nothing I'd ever seen before. Suddenly, I wanted to curse at myself. Standing there with my eyes wide, looking so shocked... That wasn't something I did. So, I righted myself, lifted my head up, and gestured for the creature to follow after me. Normally I'd question it. I'd give some sort of remark to this flower-thing of how silly a thing it was that was being requested. But, today wasn't a day for normal, it seemed.

"Well, creature, here's the computer. Now, what do you want me to do with it?"

"You know, I'm not a 'creature.' I'm a Floramon. And, start it up, of course."

"Well, you sure have a smart mouth," I breathed, though the comment seemed to go unheard by the Floramon. I started up the computer and took a step back, giving the flower creature some room. "You said you're a Floramon. Which means that isn't your name, correct?"

"Name? I've always been Floramon. That's good enough to call me by, isn't it? I see no need to change it now."

"Alright then." I shrugged; Floramon was busy typing away at the computer as soon as it had finished coming to life. The process was quick, and soon the screen was glowing. I found my eyes widening at the sight.

"Here's a warning for you: keep your focus on me." I hadn't had the time to question the Floramon before the light of the computer screen became suddenly blinding.

"Here we are."

I opened my eyes hesitantly. There was now sunlight all around, which left my eyes in a squint as I tried to take in the surroundings. It took a few moments before it sunk in. I wasn't in my room anymore, but in a vast field, trees starting at the far end and the rest of the land simply seeming to stretch on forever. The grass was various shades of yellow and brown; clearly showing signs that it was dying. The trees in the distance were barren as well. It almost seemed like there should be dark clouds overhead instead of the deep blue of the sky.

"What is this place?" I asked, looking to Floramon.

"This," Floramon moved her arm from one side to the other, "this is a dying land. Human assistance is needed to restore it to its former beauty. The whole world. This is the Digital World." I stared at the plant creature, my face showing slivers of emotion as I processed the information I'd just received.

"The Digital World," I finally repeated. "And why should I care to save it?" Floramon's eyes widened, as if she never imagined a human was capable of saying such a thing.

"It's my home! It's like a sister to your world! All the Digimon here... We'll all die if you don't help us!"

"Alright. But, what's in it for me? What do I gain out of all of this? Fame in this Digital World that no one knows about?" I let off a humorless laugh.

"Some fine, shining human specimen they placed me with," Floramon mumbled. Louder, she said, "Maybe. But, you'll be helping a world. A whole world! Why can't that be enough?" Her eyes glistened with tears.

"Okay. I will help you. Only because I want to see more of this place, and what it's like." One corner of my mouth turned up, resembling a smile.

Just then, footsteps could be heard. We looked around, seeing other humans and digimon approaching them. My eyes squinted and my mouth became a fine line as I watched them advance. Floramon was smiling, waving to what looked to be both feline and rabbit. It returned her wave with a nod, running a short distance on four legs before standing up on two and walking the rest of the way.