Notes : So... some precisions...

I didn't see the whole Digimon serie since four years now and I think I've forgot some little things. I'll try not to make mistakes. I've never seen the ending of the Digimon 02 serie... well, I've seen very little of Digimon 02 n..n"

This fic is situed two years after the first serie : the second serie didn't happened yet and if I make a sequel I won't use it, sorry.

About the pairings... just hints in this part. Sequels (if I write these) will contains shonen-ai.

There are two news characters and a very slight crossover with pokémon because I wanted to use a World that I knew n..n"

Also... english isn't my mother language, so maybe bad english there. Don't hesitate to correct if it's the case. (I think I could use a beta-reader, too, so if anyone would like to be...)

I think that's all...

Enjoy !

Pairings : for now, only hints of Taishiro, Jyoumi, Yamora, Takari, OC x Mimi, Matt x OC.

Disclaimer : I own nothing but Marc, Ellen and their digimon.

Cross the line.

- Calling I -

Prologue : The Cross.

Once upon a digitime...

Was a land called The Cross. There was no pain, no suffering, no joy and no happiness. Neither love nor hate could approach The Cross, because The Cross was a frontier.

The frontier between love and hate, between 'good' and 'evil', between live and death.

There was no war at The Cross, but no peace either.

The Cross was just The Cross.

Here were living The Twelves, who were guiding the Worlds.

Courage was the first, leading the others in all matters.

Friendship was the second, the link and the guide.

Love, the third, was the strongest and the weakest one.

Knowledge, the fourth, was the adviser and the others by his knowledge.

Sincerity, the fifth, was staying behind, acting only as a last resort.

Reliability, the sixth, was the wisest, moderating the impulsivity of others.

Hope, the seventh, shared his strenght with the others.

Light, the eight, walked in front of everyone, lightning their path.

Fate, the ninth, was a silent guide ; everyody was following him but nobody knew that.

Miracles, the tenth, was always with the ninth, fixing his abuses.

Darkness, the eleventh, closed the way, erasing what have been done.

And the twelth was Dream, and nobody knew him.

Once upon a digitime, was a land called The Cross who maintained equality in this world.

Then the land was destroyed.

And equality was lost.

Until that time when The Twelves would be reunited...

To be continued.