Well, I know I'm taking forever with Digimon 4 Real Season Two, but I'm working on like a dozen stories at once so speed is not my friend. This is something to tide you over. Essentially it's stories of what the Digimon were doing before they met the Digi-Destined. It will also have stories of sort of in-between type things. This won't be updated all the time, and you can consider the stories within kind of like cannon one shots that expand on the Digimon Universe I have created. Please enjoy.

SquireAgumon

SquireAgumon flew backwards from a hit to chest from PageOgremon.

He crashed into a tree and slid down, every part of his body aching.

"Say it again pipsqueak." said the green monster.

He looked identical to his un-knighted counterpart, but he had on a helmet, grieves, and gauntlets. His sword sat in the scabbard on his back.

"I said I will be a better knight than you." said the Agumon as he shakily got to his feet.

"That's it." said the bully as he grabbed Squire by the throat, "You are a pathetic waste of space. They should've destroyed your digi-egg the day it came to be."

By this point, the other students of the training camp had gathered around to watch the small reptile get pummeled.

This was an average day for SquireAgumon.

PageOgremon had made him his own personal punching bags since he was SquireGoburimon, and Agumon new exactly why.

Certain digimon are born into a digivolution path to becoming a knight, SquireAgumon was an abnormality.

It was rare for digimon like him to be born and that scared the traditional knight digimon.

The same was true for PageOgremon, but the difference was the beast's ferocity and aggression. Everyone was scared to pick on such a monster.

SquireAgumon had done nothing but train to be the best he could, but he could not gain anyone's respect.

This particular beat down he was experiencing was because he had beaten PageOgremon in a fair fight while training for battle against Devidramon. Squire then proceeded to tell the Champion Level that he was going to the Digital World's greatest knight, and, by extension, better than Ogremon.

The Virus type did not take kindly to the comment.

PageOgremon slammed the Rookie into the ground where he lay, unable to move.

"Allow me to end your miserable existence." said the beast as he raised his sword over his head.

"PageOgremon!" came a loud commanding voice.

Every student turned to see Knightmon step out of his large tent and glare at the entire group.

"Tis' it fair to strike down an enemy that can no longer fight, that can no longer harm you?" asked the teacher.

"But Knightmon he…"

"Be silent Page," he said, "You and your onlookers shall run laps, until I deem you have learn thy lesson."

"But…"

"GO!" shouted the knight.

PageOgremon shut his mouth and dashed toward the pond they used as a track followed by every other knight-in-training.

SquireAgumon got his feet and attempted to follow before falling back down again.

"Where doth thou think thy are going?" asked Knightmon as he approached the squire.

"With the others to become a better knight." said Agumon as he got to his feet again.

"And thou thinks the opinion of others effects ones status?"

Agumon looked at his teacher, more like surrogate father really.

"I must prove to them that I deserve the title of knight." he said.

Knightmon chuckled and smiled with his eyes.

"Fight me young one." said the teacher as he readied his sword.

Squires eyes went wide.

"Come now, thy injuries make it only the better to prove thy strength."

Squire didn't completely understand but pulled out his sword and shield.

Knightmon struck first with his sword and Squire quickly blocked. Knightmon followed up with a flurries of slashes, but SquireAgumon was able to dodge them all.

He then quickly threw his sword up in the air, slid under his teacher's feet, climbed up his back up to his head, and caught the sword, and then…

"Sword Slash!" shouted Squire as he slammed the flat of his sword into his teacher's head.

"Ooff." said Knightmon as he dropped his sword and put his hands on his head.

"Knightmon are you okay?" the squire asked as he hopped down from the Ultimate Level's shoulder.

"Fine young one," he said with a chuckle, "I just did not expect such a unique technique."

"Should you sit down?" asked Squire.

"Yes, and thou should sit with me." said the knight as he took a seat overlooking the pond below.

Squire was confused once more, but did as he was asked.

The sun was setting and the other trainees were running around the pond.

It was a nice sight.

"Look at them down there squire," said the knight, "they train to fight a mighty beast with thoughts of changing their fates."

Squire looked at his teacher.

"Tis' all for naught."

Agumon's eyes went wide.

"There is no defeating the Dark Master," said Knightmon, "there is only the inevitable death that awaits."

SquireAgumon was astounded that his teacher, a digimon he trusted above all others, was telling him that the mission they had undertaken to defend their home was hopeless.

"But Knightmon, why then do we fight?" asked the squire.

Knightmon smiled with his eyes once more, "Because dear squire, t'wer it not for this training, thy comrades would weep in utter despair. Better to have them believe a fairytale then let them give up on living."

Agumon was now curious, "But why tell me?"

Knightmon sighed.

"Young squire," he said, "you are very skilled, I do believe that in time you shall truly be a great a knight."

He paused and for the first time, Knightmon looked tired to SquireAgumon.

"But I do not believe your calling lies in this camp."

The knight-in-training didn't know what to say.

Knightmon stood up and chuckled, "I do believe thy campmates have learn their lesson for now, I'll tell them to stop.

It wasn't much later until all the digimon were in their tents, but all Squire could think about was what Knightmon told him.

The next morning, SquireAgumon was standing at the edge of the forest, he had made the decision last night that he would leave, leave and find what he was destined for.

He would've already been gone had PageOgremon not walked up behind him.

"Where do you think you're going pipsqueak?" he asked.

Squire was silent.

"You leaving the camp while the rest of us train?"

Silence.

The Ogremon growled, "You dirty deserter! You rotten traitor! Go on and leave, we will defeat the Dark Master without you!"

SquireAgumon shook his head and left the camp.

Unbeknownst to him, Knightmon looked on.

"Go SquireAgumon, find thy destiny."

Two and a half months later, SquireAgumon was walking through the forest, at first he had no destination in mind, but suddenly one came to him. Words he didn't know came to him, like digivice.

He came upon the clearing to find a boy, a human boy with red hair, by himself and dressed in a blue t-shirt with black sleeves, a pair of black pants and shoes.

A name came to him, LaKota. Was that this boy?

SquireAgumon heard a voice in the back of his mind, "Your destiny awaits, SquireAgumon."

"My destiny?"

At that moment the boy spoke.

"Where've I seen this before?"

At the sound of his voice everything became clear and Squire said with a small, unnoticeable smile on his face, "It's a bad habit to talk to yourself, LaKota."

And with that a path towards destiny began.

And there you have it, the first Digimon back story, don't worry though, I'm not ignoring my other stories, this is just something to remind you that Digimon 4 Real Season Two is coming it's just taking awhile. I do truly hope you like this story, and as always, Keep Reading.