01011101010010110111.
Gennai jadedly stared at the flowing codes and numbers in which he was doing his annual inspection to make sure all was well in the digiworld. Letting out a soft sigh, Gennai allowed his eyes to pivot from left to right, scanning the ocean of numbers. For the last 6 months, since the Malomyotismon incident, the digiworld had experienced a time of peace. That is, until today.
Gennai jerked forward and did a double take as a message was displayed within the numbers:
Warning: Destiny breached. Danger of demise
The alarms sounded as flashing red lights spread out across the vicinity. Gennai cried out as he felt himself aging frenziedly. His hairline retreated; leaving the top of his head bald and what remained of his hair was starch white. His healthy, young skin grayed and shriveled. Once at a favorable 6 feet high, he now stood at about 4'7.
"N-no. It can't be." Gennai gasped as he observed his elderly, dilapidated hands. He knew of the prophecy, which foretold the coming of the destroyer. And it would have the consequence of his aging. This was his time. He was to seek the chosen ones and train them. It's just too soon.
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Tai Kamiya groaned into his pillow as his curtains were thrown apart, allowing the evil morning sun to illuminate his whole room with light. Kari giggled at her brother's discomfort, grabbed a corner of his comforter and quickly drew it back. Tai shivered as he hugged his knees to his bare chest into a fetal position.
"Tai, will you get up already? It's already eleven o'clock. Besides, I'm having Carmen over to do a history project and I don't need you running around in your boxers! " Kari sniggered. Tai sat up and stretched.
"Ok, ok, I'm moving." He grabbed a pair of jeans off the floor and tugged them on as Kari walked out of the room.
"Aw, shit" Tai grumbled as he noticed the shirt he wanted to wear had a grass stain on it, "note to self: no more frolicking in the daisies."
He threw his shirt in the washing machine along with a few other items of clothing and headed toward the bathroom to brush his teeth. It's been a year since his heart was broken by Sora when she expressed her preference in Matt. Ok, that was an exaggeration, it wasn't broken, but it still hurt nonetheless. Those days are done and gone now. Tai found comfort in his child hood friend, Shiva. She was a stubborn, eccentric, American girl who could always see the humor in a bad situation. She's inherited the title of his best friend, and seemed to be taking quite an affect in the way he behaves. He's been catching himself doing out of character things such as singing oldie songs and finding an outlandish enjoyment in harassing other people. In actuality, he's very happy for Sora and Matt. Of course he can't help but feel a little joyful over their frequent quarrels they've been having recently. Back in the kitchen, Kari was attempting to glue things onto the English poster. She ended up gluing things on herself. Just as she was trying to remove a picture of Fabio off her blouse the doorbell rang. Kari sweat dropped as she looked at her glue-covered hands.
"Uh, Tai, could you get that? I'm a little busy."
"Amm imm nophmm *and I'm not*?" Tai burbled as he spit out a bunch of toothpaste into the sink. Indignantly he shoved the toothbrush in his mouth and headed for the door. He yanked it open to Kari's friend Carmen standing outside with an armful of books.
"OH! Hey T-t-t-aiii." A couple of books slipped out of her grasp and hit the ground as her jaw slacked slightly to the left. When she rang the doorbell she had no intention of being greeted by a half-naked, tan, lean, well-muscled god. Otherwise known as Tai with no shirt on. Wondering what was taking so long, Kari left the kitchen table and headed to the living room. There she saw her brother with no shirt on and a toothbrush in his mouth looking annoyed while Carmen stood in the doorway just, well, gaping.
"You know, it's rude to stare." Tai smirked as he pulled his toothbrush out of his mouth. Carmen blushed and was thankfully saved by Kari from an awkward moment.
"TAI! How many times have I told you to be completely dressed before you answer the door?!" Kari scolded as she grabbed his arm with a gluey hand and pulled him down the hall, "Now go get dressed and find something to do!"
Kari returned to find Carmen inside the house putting down her stuff with a flushed face.
"WOW, a shirt can sure hide a lot." Carmen remarked.
"Sorry about that." Kari apologized. "He's going through an egotistic phase."
"Kari?"
"Yea?"
"Why is Fabio's face in your boobs?"
". Shut up."
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"COOKIES!" Shiva screamed as she leaped towards the plate of steamy, chocolaty goodness. As fate would have it, they were rudely snatched away by her wiser, younger sister.
"Tut, tut, not before dinner," her sister, uh, tutted.
Shiva released a stream of profanities before residing in her room. She grabbed her phone and punched in her best friend's number. After waiting for a few minutes her heard the answering machine.
"Jesus, why is no one around to entertain me?" She whined as she flopped down on her bed. This would be her third day of complete solitude with most of her friends off on trips. It's just the consequence of April vacation. She could always call Tai, but after her last phone bill, the last thing she needed was to make phone calls half way around the world.
"God, I really need a life, or at least a hobby," she muttered. Glancing at her clock it read 9 pm. Shiva stifled a yawn as she relaxed down into her mattress and drifted off to sleep.
The mottled sky indicated that it was around dusk and the penetrating howls of battle could be heard throughout the fire-ridden land. The unlit form of a teenage boy, around the age of 16, struggled against unearthly, snake- like binds. Many were wrapped tightly and effectively around his angelic wings preventing him from escaping their embrace. The rest were secured around his limbs and neck, choking him as they dragged him down into a pit of black plasma. His strangled cries were drowned by a sinister laugh that echoed mercilessly, daring anyone to spoil its moment of triumph. Staggering into the light, a dark figure dropped to its knees, clutched her chest.
"No."
Shiva bolted upright. That was the second time she's had that dream. Only this time she could actually tell that, whatever that weird ass creature was, it was a girl.
"Damn," she murmured to herself, "I still can't see anyone's face. pain in the ass."
A quick look out her window told her it was sometime early in the morning. Stumbling out of her bed, she advanced down a marble staircase to get a glass of water.
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The sounds of horns could be heard blasting from the busy London streets. Griff Spander inhaled the contaminated British air and sighed in frustration. Why did they have to move from his beloved home in Somali? Oh yes, because his father suddenly decided to become a pimp daddy. Griff just secretly decided that it was a midlife crisis thing. He just prayed to god he would never cheat on his wife when he grew up. His mom was so fed up that she packed her bags, grabbed him, and left his father in the midst of Africa. It's not that Griff didn't enjoy the city life; he just missed the freedom of running through the endless fields of dry grass and the crisp fresh air.
Griff was always one to try to make the best of a situation; but no matter how much he tried to stay positive he always felt somewhat empty inside. Like he was missing one essential part of his life that led to complete happiness. This was no mystery to him. He knew he lacked friends. Even before he moved into western civilization, he had trouble-keeping friends. The only true friend he had was his online girlfriend Angela. However, one just isn't enough. He needed people he could confide in, to trust, to care for. It's not that he was unfriendly, untrusting, or downright ugly either. In fact it was quite the opposite. Griff loved people, was very trusting, and definitely was blessed with looks. But for some reason, every person he befriended got hurt. He could have sworn he was cursed. That was the special thing about Angela. He'd met her in person a few times before. And no matter how close he got to her, she always remained untouched.
'I guess there are exceptions for everything' Griff thought as a small smile played across his lips.
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"Show me the profiles Ace." Gennai commanded the synthetically intelligent computer.
"Of course Gennai, one moment please." the screen flickered and then whet blue. Suddenly a picture of a boy with wild, brown hair and warm, chocolate eyes appeared on the screen. Ace began to read the profile of the boy:
"NAME: Taichi Kamiya; BORN: January 22, 1988; ETHNICITY: Japanese; HEIGHT: 5'6; WEIGHT: 165 lbs.; AGE: 15; ELEMENT: Fire, Keeper of Courage; GENUS: Demigod"
The information was wiped form the screen with a nod of Gennai's head, and a new picture took its place. This time it was a girl with shoulder length, layered, light brown hair and honey-green eyes.
"NAME: Shivakashi Woods; ETHNICITY: American; BORN: February 3, 1988; HEIGHT: 5'5; WEIGHT: 142 lbs. AGE: 15; ELEMENT: Stars, Keeper of Strength; GENUS: Half-Demon"
Gennai murmured an approval and a new picture replaced the previous one. This time it was a black male, with an intense stare. He has dark eyes and his head was shaved bald.
"NAME: Griffon Spander BORN: December 14, 1987; ETHNICITY: African; HEIGHT: 5'7; WEIGHT: 171 lbs. AGE: 15; ELEMENT: Earth, Keeper of Determinacy; GENUS: Druid"
Last of all, was a photo was a girl, shorter than the rest of them, but looked wise beyond her years. She had clear, blue eyes and curly, blond hair that went down to about her mid back.
"NAME: Angela Krutsky; BORN: June 1, 1988; ETHNICITY: Canadian; HEIGHT: 5'4; WEIGHT: 133 lbs.; AGE: 15; ELEMENT: Water, Keeper of Spirit; GENUS: Nymph"
Gennai stood up, much slower than he was used to due to his newly aged body. He grinned to himself and shook his head. He shouldn't be complaining; this was nothing compared to the physical changes those kids were about to go through.
"Well Ace, it's time to get to work." Gennai walked briskly to the door and then paused. With out so much as looking over his shoulder he added, "Just bring the first three for now, I'll write to their parents and explain everything."
Gennai jadedly stared at the flowing codes and numbers in which he was doing his annual inspection to make sure all was well in the digiworld. Letting out a soft sigh, Gennai allowed his eyes to pivot from left to right, scanning the ocean of numbers. For the last 6 months, since the Malomyotismon incident, the digiworld had experienced a time of peace. That is, until today.
Gennai jerked forward and did a double take as a message was displayed within the numbers:
Warning: Destiny breached. Danger of demise
The alarms sounded as flashing red lights spread out across the vicinity. Gennai cried out as he felt himself aging frenziedly. His hairline retreated; leaving the top of his head bald and what remained of his hair was starch white. His healthy, young skin grayed and shriveled. Once at a favorable 6 feet high, he now stood at about 4'7.
"N-no. It can't be." Gennai gasped as he observed his elderly, dilapidated hands. He knew of the prophecy, which foretold the coming of the destroyer. And it would have the consequence of his aging. This was his time. He was to seek the chosen ones and train them. It's just too soon.
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Tai Kamiya groaned into his pillow as his curtains were thrown apart, allowing the evil morning sun to illuminate his whole room with light. Kari giggled at her brother's discomfort, grabbed a corner of his comforter and quickly drew it back. Tai shivered as he hugged his knees to his bare chest into a fetal position.
"Tai, will you get up already? It's already eleven o'clock. Besides, I'm having Carmen over to do a history project and I don't need you running around in your boxers! " Kari sniggered. Tai sat up and stretched.
"Ok, ok, I'm moving." He grabbed a pair of jeans off the floor and tugged them on as Kari walked out of the room.
"Aw, shit" Tai grumbled as he noticed the shirt he wanted to wear had a grass stain on it, "note to self: no more frolicking in the daisies."
He threw his shirt in the washing machine along with a few other items of clothing and headed toward the bathroom to brush his teeth. It's been a year since his heart was broken by Sora when she expressed her preference in Matt. Ok, that was an exaggeration, it wasn't broken, but it still hurt nonetheless. Those days are done and gone now. Tai found comfort in his child hood friend, Shiva. She was a stubborn, eccentric, American girl who could always see the humor in a bad situation. She's inherited the title of his best friend, and seemed to be taking quite an affect in the way he behaves. He's been catching himself doing out of character things such as singing oldie songs and finding an outlandish enjoyment in harassing other people. In actuality, he's very happy for Sora and Matt. Of course he can't help but feel a little joyful over their frequent quarrels they've been having recently. Back in the kitchen, Kari was attempting to glue things onto the English poster. She ended up gluing things on herself. Just as she was trying to remove a picture of Fabio off her blouse the doorbell rang. Kari sweat dropped as she looked at her glue-covered hands.
"Uh, Tai, could you get that? I'm a little busy."
"Amm imm nophmm *and I'm not*?" Tai burbled as he spit out a bunch of toothpaste into the sink. Indignantly he shoved the toothbrush in his mouth and headed for the door. He yanked it open to Kari's friend Carmen standing outside with an armful of books.
"OH! Hey T-t-t-aiii." A couple of books slipped out of her grasp and hit the ground as her jaw slacked slightly to the left. When she rang the doorbell she had no intention of being greeted by a half-naked, tan, lean, well-muscled god. Otherwise known as Tai with no shirt on. Wondering what was taking so long, Kari left the kitchen table and headed to the living room. There she saw her brother with no shirt on and a toothbrush in his mouth looking annoyed while Carmen stood in the doorway just, well, gaping.
"You know, it's rude to stare." Tai smirked as he pulled his toothbrush out of his mouth. Carmen blushed and was thankfully saved by Kari from an awkward moment.
"TAI! How many times have I told you to be completely dressed before you answer the door?!" Kari scolded as she grabbed his arm with a gluey hand and pulled him down the hall, "Now go get dressed and find something to do!"
Kari returned to find Carmen inside the house putting down her stuff with a flushed face.
"WOW, a shirt can sure hide a lot." Carmen remarked.
"Sorry about that." Kari apologized. "He's going through an egotistic phase."
"Kari?"
"Yea?"
"Why is Fabio's face in your boobs?"
". Shut up."
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"COOKIES!" Shiva screamed as she leaped towards the plate of steamy, chocolaty goodness. As fate would have it, they were rudely snatched away by her wiser, younger sister.
"Tut, tut, not before dinner," her sister, uh, tutted.
Shiva released a stream of profanities before residing in her room. She grabbed her phone and punched in her best friend's number. After waiting for a few minutes her heard the answering machine.
"Jesus, why is no one around to entertain me?" She whined as she flopped down on her bed. This would be her third day of complete solitude with most of her friends off on trips. It's just the consequence of April vacation. She could always call Tai, but after her last phone bill, the last thing she needed was to make phone calls half way around the world.
"God, I really need a life, or at least a hobby," she muttered. Glancing at her clock it read 9 pm. Shiva stifled a yawn as she relaxed down into her mattress and drifted off to sleep.
The mottled sky indicated that it was around dusk and the penetrating howls of battle could be heard throughout the fire-ridden land. The unlit form of a teenage boy, around the age of 16, struggled against unearthly, snake- like binds. Many were wrapped tightly and effectively around his angelic wings preventing him from escaping their embrace. The rest were secured around his limbs and neck, choking him as they dragged him down into a pit of black plasma. His strangled cries were drowned by a sinister laugh that echoed mercilessly, daring anyone to spoil its moment of triumph. Staggering into the light, a dark figure dropped to its knees, clutched her chest.
"No."
Shiva bolted upright. That was the second time she's had that dream. Only this time she could actually tell that, whatever that weird ass creature was, it was a girl.
"Damn," she murmured to herself, "I still can't see anyone's face. pain in the ass."
A quick look out her window told her it was sometime early in the morning. Stumbling out of her bed, she advanced down a marble staircase to get a glass of water.
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The sounds of horns could be heard blasting from the busy London streets. Griff Spander inhaled the contaminated British air and sighed in frustration. Why did they have to move from his beloved home in Somali? Oh yes, because his father suddenly decided to become a pimp daddy. Griff just secretly decided that it was a midlife crisis thing. He just prayed to god he would never cheat on his wife when he grew up. His mom was so fed up that she packed her bags, grabbed him, and left his father in the midst of Africa. It's not that Griff didn't enjoy the city life; he just missed the freedom of running through the endless fields of dry grass and the crisp fresh air.
Griff was always one to try to make the best of a situation; but no matter how much he tried to stay positive he always felt somewhat empty inside. Like he was missing one essential part of his life that led to complete happiness. This was no mystery to him. He knew he lacked friends. Even before he moved into western civilization, he had trouble-keeping friends. The only true friend he had was his online girlfriend Angela. However, one just isn't enough. He needed people he could confide in, to trust, to care for. It's not that he was unfriendly, untrusting, or downright ugly either. In fact it was quite the opposite. Griff loved people, was very trusting, and definitely was blessed with looks. But for some reason, every person he befriended got hurt. He could have sworn he was cursed. That was the special thing about Angela. He'd met her in person a few times before. And no matter how close he got to her, she always remained untouched.
'I guess there are exceptions for everything' Griff thought as a small smile played across his lips.
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"Show me the profiles Ace." Gennai commanded the synthetically intelligent computer.
"Of course Gennai, one moment please." the screen flickered and then whet blue. Suddenly a picture of a boy with wild, brown hair and warm, chocolate eyes appeared on the screen. Ace began to read the profile of the boy:
"NAME: Taichi Kamiya; BORN: January 22, 1988; ETHNICITY: Japanese; HEIGHT: 5'6; WEIGHT: 165 lbs.; AGE: 15; ELEMENT: Fire, Keeper of Courage; GENUS: Demigod"
The information was wiped form the screen with a nod of Gennai's head, and a new picture took its place. This time it was a girl with shoulder length, layered, light brown hair and honey-green eyes.
"NAME: Shivakashi Woods; ETHNICITY: American; BORN: February 3, 1988; HEIGHT: 5'5; WEIGHT: 142 lbs. AGE: 15; ELEMENT: Stars, Keeper of Strength; GENUS: Half-Demon"
Gennai murmured an approval and a new picture replaced the previous one. This time it was a black male, with an intense stare. He has dark eyes and his head was shaved bald.
"NAME: Griffon Spander BORN: December 14, 1987; ETHNICITY: African; HEIGHT: 5'7; WEIGHT: 171 lbs. AGE: 15; ELEMENT: Earth, Keeper of Determinacy; GENUS: Druid"
Last of all, was a photo was a girl, shorter than the rest of them, but looked wise beyond her years. She had clear, blue eyes and curly, blond hair that went down to about her mid back.
"NAME: Angela Krutsky; BORN: June 1, 1988; ETHNICITY: Canadian; HEIGHT: 5'4; WEIGHT: 133 lbs.; AGE: 15; ELEMENT: Water, Keeper of Spirit; GENUS: Nymph"
Gennai stood up, much slower than he was used to due to his newly aged body. He grinned to himself and shook his head. He shouldn't be complaining; this was nothing compared to the physical changes those kids were about to go through.
"Well Ace, it's time to get to work." Gennai walked briskly to the door and then paused. With out so much as looking over his shoulder he added, "Just bring the first three for now, I'll write to their parents and explain everything."