...And This is My Story prolouge
Sometimes I'll wish I'd never been born. Sometimes I'll ask, why me?
Sometimes I wonder why I was there, what was my purpose then. But when I look back on what happened, I find it all worthwhile. I sit here in the streets now, my only true home, my only safe home, and think. I think about the past, the present, and the future. I sort out everything that happened, and just file it away, in an innermost corner of my mind.
Most people think that I am not capable of real deep thought. To them, I'm just a street kid, covered with the dirt and grime of hard living. All I should be thinking is when I will eat, where I will sleep, when the next fight will be. They can not see the scars, on my body and on my soul. They can not see the pain that once formed a wall against any emotion around my heart. They can not see the problems I have had, from home to street, I've had more than my share of them. Those people can not see the experiences, the pain of my father's words, the devotion to my brother, the exiliration from riding upon a digimon's back into battle. Only my friends know the track of my mind.
No one knows me better then them, the 7 that shared my time in the digital world. Sora, Mimi, Izzy, Joe, TK, Kari, and, well, Tai, If he was still living. All can tell you, and all will know my story, the story of a truly broken and frozen heart, and the pain that finally created a guardian.
I am Yamato Ishida, and this is my story...
Sometimes I'll wish I'd never been born. Sometimes I'll ask, why me?
Sometimes I wonder why I was there, what was my purpose then. But when I look back on what happened, I find it all worthwhile. I sit here in the streets now, my only true home, my only safe home, and think. I think about the past, the present, and the future. I sort out everything that happened, and just file it away, in an innermost corner of my mind.
Most people think that I am not capable of real deep thought. To them, I'm just a street kid, covered with the dirt and grime of hard living. All I should be thinking is when I will eat, where I will sleep, when the next fight will be. They can not see the scars, on my body and on my soul. They can not see the pain that once formed a wall against any emotion around my heart. They can not see the problems I have had, from home to street, I've had more than my share of them. Those people can not see the experiences, the pain of my father's words, the devotion to my brother, the exiliration from riding upon a digimon's back into battle. Only my friends know the track of my mind.
No one knows me better then them, the 7 that shared my time in the digital world. Sora, Mimi, Izzy, Joe, TK, Kari, and, well, Tai, If he was still living. All can tell you, and all will know my story, the story of a truly broken and frozen heart, and the pain that finally created a guardian.
I am Yamato Ishida, and this is my story...