Well this is my first fanfiction so I hope it goes well. In light of that I hope that you all enjoy and give me plenty of reviews. But no flames, I will take some constructive critism though.

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon and I think you need psychiatic help if you thought i did.

Thunder and lightning shook the sky as a horrific battle took place. The sky itself seemed to be streaked with crimson, the color of blood. Creatures of various shapes and sizes ran all around, trying to find a place to hide or to find a safe place to witness the final battle between the six children and the tyrant who was the dictator of a whole world. The dictator didn't even look human. He wore silver armor that went over his leaf green skin. He had a face sort of like a snake. Despite his evil appearance he had a somewhat kind voice.

"You children have indeed done well to push me this far, but I am afraid that I have to end this little skirmish of ours." And with that he opened his palm and an enormous orb of golden light appeared high above him.

Even those creatures that had remained to watch the battle fled at the sight of the orb. Yet the children just stood fast, unafraid. They didn't look that old at all, fourteen years of age at the most. The youngest one looked about ten, and yet they all had the eyes of someone who had seen years ahead of their time. The apparent leader, a brown haired kid with goggles on his head, stepped forward and as he did so a creature appeared behind each of the children.

"Quetzalmon, even though you're immortal we'll find a way to beat you. Unlike you, we have two worlds to protect. And as long as you're around all of our friends, our families are threatened by you! I WON'T QUIT FIGHTING FOR THOSE I CARE ABOUT!!!" The goggled boy cried to the heavens. He and the other five children raised their hands to the sky and as they did so the six creatures behind them began to glow and grow in size.

Quetzalmon chuckled to himself as he held the glowing orb in the air. "Amusing to the end, right, Davis?" he said silently to himself. As the six newly formed creatures flew towards him he threw the orb towards them. Just before the creatures and the orb collided a horrible sound could be heard from all around.

I woke up in bed and looked at the clock on the nightstand. 2:38. I turned off the alarm and reset it before laying back down and putting my palm on my forehead.

"I'm starting to have those dreams again. But they just seem to be getting more real every time I have them." I closed my eyes and said to myself, "Stanley, you need to get some sleep; otherwise you'll start sleeping in class and your grades will slip." And with that I succumbed to sleep, unaware that a foreign pair of brown eyes was watching me sleep from the foot of my bed.

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I walked down the road to school several hours later, the dream from the previous night still fresh and vivid in my mind. "I'm a senior in high school and I'm still dreaming of monsters. I've got to be the only eighteen-year old with the imagination of a twelve-year old." I walked up to our school's band hall, my usual hangout spot before school started. "I wonder what my friends will say to me if I tell them about the dreams." I sat down against the wall and adjusted my glasses. "Well Ashton didn't laugh when I told her, maybe nobody else will either." I closed my eyes for a split second before I heard a male voice shout out my name.

"YO, STANLEY!!!" it called. I recognized the voice right away as I turned my head and looked towards the road at my best friend, Malcolm Smith.

Malcolm was a freshman, a bit on the heavy side, but maybe one of the strongest people I knew. We both were African-Americans with somewhat non-traditional personalities. We both liked rock music and spent our time watching anime. Some people would say that we could pass for brothers.

He stood beside me and leaned against the wall. "What's up man? You look a little tired." I looked up at him and gave a tired smile.

"Well I haven't been getting much sleep lately. I've been having strange dreams for the last few weeks." I stood up and dusted my pants off, then looked around to see if anyone was trying to listen in on our conversation. When I concluded that we wouldn't be overheard I said, "Dreams about monsters."

"Monsters, Stanley?" he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, monsters." I sighed and turned away. "I knew you probably wouldn't think anything of it, Malcolm." It made sense that he would probably think I was being childish. Not many guys my age drempt about anything other than girls and cars. But I was thinking about it so hard I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard him suddenly speak.

"Well, Stanley, it's not that hard to believe. Why don't you just tell me about the dreams and we'll try to figure something out." I looked at him, wondering if he were really serious. He gave me an exasperated sigh, "Anytime now, Stanley."

"Well it's been the same exact dream most nights. There's a storm going on, the sky is blood red. I'm pretty sure that the place isn't anywhere on earth."

Malcolm looked at me, intent on hearing more, "Anything else? I know that's not it, right Stanley?" I looked towards the sky; I could almost see its color change crimson, like in the dream.

"Well, there were all sorts of different creatures running around, some big, some small. Some of them even looked human in shape. But the ones that seemed to be the main focus of the dream were six children." I looked forward, towards Grenada High School. "It looked like they were fighting against some strong looking monster. I think one of the kids called him 'Quetzalmon'. The monster was holding an orb of light that was bigger than the school. One of the children stepped forward and said something about 'protecting two worlds'. Six more monsters appeared behind the kids and Quetzalmon threw the orb at them. That's when the dream ends and my alarm goes off at random times during the night."

Malcolm looked at me with a weird expression on his face, almost like he was wondering about asking something.

"Does your alarm always go off at the same time every night?" he asked. I started to say yes, but then I thought about it.

'Now that he mentions it, I don't think my alarm has ever gone off at the same time for more that one night. It just goes off at random times.' I looked at him. "No, it doesn't. No matter what time it is at night, the alarm always goes off right when this Quetzalmon guy throws the orb." I opened my mouth to say something else, but before the words could be uttered from my mouth the bell for first period rang across the grounds. I silently cursed the timing of the bell as I picked up my books and we walked towards the school. Malcolm could sense my bad mood though.

"Don't worry, bro. We can talk more about this tomorrow," he said as we took off down opposite ends of the hallway.

I gave him one last wave as I rounded the corner and headed to my first period class.

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"So you told Malcolm about the dreams you've been having?"

"Yes, Ashton, I told him. And he asked me something I hadn't even thought about before," I said as I sat down in my seat before sixth period started.

"And that would be?" Ashton asked as she twirled her finger in her long, brown hair.

She was seventeen years-old, Caucasian, blue eyes. She had the most beautiful brown hair I had ever seen and had cheeks that you couldn't help but want to squeeze. She was my other best friend, even though I had only known her for about a year and a half. Whereas Malcolm was a bit on the heavy side, she was perfect. She wasn't overweight, but had enough meat on her bones to be appealing to the eyes.

"Well he asked me if my alarm had been going off at the same time every night. Ashton, I hadn't thought about this before, but the alarm always wakes me up before I can get any further in the dream."

"You mean like it doesn't want you to go any further in the dream?" she asked.

I smirked at her. 'She always could read me like a book. She doesn't know how smart she is.' "Yeah, I always set my alarm for seven, but it always wakes me up before I can get any further in the dream no matter what time it is. But why wouldn't my alarm want me to see the rest of the dream? And another thing, how is it even doing that in the first place?" I asked myself out loud.

She turned in her desk and looked at me. "No clue. Maybe you should just unplug your alarm before you go to sleep tonight. That way there's no way it can wake you up."

I thought about it really hard. "It might work, but if I unplug my alarm then how am I gonna get up in the morning? I might oversleep."

"Don't worry about it," Ashton said as she laid her head on her desk, "I'll wake you up in the morning. I'll just call you and wake you up."

I beamed at her. "What would I do without you, Ashton?"

"You would go crazy. You can repay me by taking notes for me while I take a nap and wake me up before the bell rings for seventh period," she ordered as she closed her eyes. As soon as I heard her light snoring I shook her awake. "What is it, Stanley?"

"Well you told me to wake you up before the bell rang," I said with my version of a sly grin. I grunted when I felt her punch me in the arm.

"Smartass."

I smiled to myself and rubbed my arm as she went back to sleep.

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"Amusing to the end I see. Right, Davis?" Quetzalmon said again as he threw the orb. Then something different happened. The scene suddenly changed to a forest like area. The sky was blue and the weather was calm. It looked like quite a few years had passed since the terrible battle. But something seemed off, namely the sounds of battle that could be heard in the distance.

"Come on, Kumamon. Why don't you call your human friend to come help you out?" said a dinosaur looking monster to a bear looking monster. The dinosaur monster was pure white and looked out of place in the green forest. The bear, on the other hand, looked like he belonged. He was bloody and looked beat up. On his forehead was a fresh scar in the shape of a crescent moon. It was bleeding quite badly. "If you don't call him out I'll just have to beat you up some more," the white dinosaur said as he began his assault on 'Kumamon'.

Kumamon tried to block the blows as best as he could. "Why are you attacking me, SnowAgumon? I thought our villages got along!?" He started to cry.

SnowAgumon looked at the little bear in mock pity. "Our villages do get along, but nobody from either village likes you. All you do is talk about this 'Stanley' person and talk about how the two of you are going to save the digital world. Save it from what!? Your mother and her friends defeated Quetzalmon centuries ago, by themselves! There's no way that something as weak sounding as a human could have helped them seal him up!"

Kumamon cried harder. "You're wrong! Humans are real! My mother told me so! And she told me that someday I would get to follow in her footsteps. I already know his name! Stanley WILL come and we WILL save the digital world from whatever tries to take it over! So you should just SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" he roared.

His outburst shocked SnowAgumon so badly he actually backed away for a second, but only for a second. "You foolish little digimon!" he started. "Don't you get that your mother has been lying to you!? She probably just makes fun of you like the rest of your crummy village. Well either way it goes, you annoy me so I'm gonna do everybody a favor and delete this little virus." He started to inch closer to Kumamon, but before anything else happened I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing.

I sat up in bed and put my face in my hands. "That was definitely different than my other dreams."