Hello everyone! It has been quite awhile since I have been on this website. I have a few multi-chap Digimon fanfic ideas, and I will try to get them all up in the coming months. I will try to update as much as I can, though the schedule will most likely be very irregular. If there are any grammatical errors, please do not hesitate to point them out to me and I will get them fixed as soon as I can!

This story in particular will be a little closer to the Frontier canon that we all know and love. It is not really AU, as it takes place a few centuries after the Frontier gang defeated Lucemon. It is set in that version of the digital world and that canon, though I will deviate slightly from the anime canon. My version of the Legendary Warriors is a little different to better suit my story, and my version of the digital world is also slightly different as well. Digivolution patterns will be different, as well as the digimon within each digivolution line. There are also only 8 Warriors in my version, because I think 10 may be a little hard for readers to keep track of. Anyway, not much will be revealed in the first few chapters. The story is kept intentionally vague at the beginning and more will be revealed as the story progresses.

The idea of Digimon families or DigiMemories will also play a major part in this story whereas it was nonexistent in the Frontier world. They will be connected to the elements of each Spirit, and will come to be symbolic of the spirits as well as a connection between the Legendary Warriors and the digimon of that respective family. This idea will be further explained later in the story.

I know this probably seems kind of confusing, but I want readers to have a little bit of background information before diving in. This story is rated T for now, as I'm not sure how dark I want to get with it yet and I want to play it safe. The rating may change as time goes on.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Digimon or Digimon Frontier. All canon portions of the story belong to their respectful owners. I own none of the digimon mentioned, just my own characters and my own plot.

The Legendary Warriors.

Who are they, really?

An old myth?

A legend?

A folktale told to put young digimon to sleep?

Nobody knows.

The land has slumbered in a lasting piece for centuries after the previous heroes of lore defeated Lucemon, but at long last, discontent grows. Rebellion is stirring in all regions of the digital world, and someone must quell the chaos before it takes over. A voice calls out to eight individuals from Earth, leading them to the adventure of their lives.

The source of the rebellion is the Metal Empire, the Machine digimon species who have been oppressed for a long period of time as a mutant species and a product of human waste. The other wild digimon believed that they were too smart, forcing them to live isolated and ashamed. Now, the Metal Empire vows revenge. They organized into a true empire and began their crusade throughout the Digital World, terrorizing those who have wronged them. The Celestials race against the clock to assemble a new set of humans to wield the spirits and become the new Legendary Warriors to put a stop to the destruction and bring peace back to the digital world.

At least, that's what they tell the Warriors.

The rain pattered onto the grey cement in small clusters. Umbrellas dotted the sidewalk, turning the city into a dreary tableau. Feet pounded the pavement as a girl, no older than sixteen, threaded her way through the crowd, nothing protecting her hair from the pouring rain save for a thin hood. Older, larger men and women jostled her from side to side as she struggled to find a dry spot under the darkened clouds. Soon, she relaxed her stride, glancing around for a sign of shelter. Most of the shops had closed for the day, but her gaze zeroed in on an old antique store. It was an unassuming setup, with its windows cracked and the door practically falling off of its hinges. If the girl had been in any other situation, she would have not given the store a second look. However, at that moment in time, it appeared to be her only salvation.

A bell clanged softly as she entered the shop. The only source of light in the small room was a set of candles scattered throughout the shelves. Strangely shaped knick knacks and trinkets cluttered the racks, and towering bookcases made up the back wall. An elderly man seated behind the counter greeted her with a warm smile. "Hello." He said, his eyes twinkling, "Are you here to avoid the rain?"

The girl blushed. Clearly the shop did not get many customers. "I'll buy something, if you'd like." She offered, fingering a small dusty contraption on the table in front of her.

The elderly man chuckled, shaking his head. "That won't be necessary. But it may be awhile before the rain clears up, so, please, stay as long as you like."

"Really? Oh, thank you!" She brightened, stepping closer. Something about his smile made her trust him. "I'm Rukia. What's your name? I haven't seen you around the city before." In fact, the more she thought about it, she hadn't seen his shop around either.

"Ah, well, I'm old. I don't get out much." He laughed again, rearranging a display of small figurines on the counter. "But you may call me Mr. Otoko Kiseki."

Rukia nodded, a small object in the corner of the display catching her eye. A metal pendant with a simple leather cord sat next to a shelf of assorted cuckoo clocks. From far away, the necklace was decidedly unostentatious, but upon closer examination the girl was awed by the simple yet intricate designs stamped on one face of the metal plate. The plate was octagonal in shape, with a cool metallic feel and a reflective bronze glow. A creature that appeared to be a dolphin was pictured on one face. She wasn't sure what it was, but something about that image stirred a feeling within her. "Mr. Kiseki, uh, what is this?"

"This, my dear? Oh, just an old necklace I found at a flea market years ago. Beautiful metalworking, isn't it?" His eyes glimmered with something that Rukia could not quite make out, though she suspected it was more than just simple admiration for the handiwork. "Would you like to buy it?"

"Uh, sure, I guess." In the light of the candles, the necklace almost seemed to wink at her. "How much?"

The old man chuckled. "Consider it a gift."

"No, I couldn't - "

He held up a hand, stopping her. "Please."

The rain was beginning to clear up at this point, the clouds parting to reveal a brilliant setting sun. People were slowly lowering their umbrellas and twisting the water out of their drenched jackets. Rukia glanced towards the street, suddenly feeling the need to escape from the cramped shop.

The elderly man placed the necklace inside a brown paper bag and slid it across the counter. Then, he paused. "You know, I just had a thought." He ducked under his counter again, this time pulling out a white device. It was a strange shape, something between a rectangle and an oval. Most of its surface was dominated by a blank rectangular screen and two small buttons. The bottom half appeared to take on a silvery sheen. "When I received the pendant, this came with it. It's yours now."

"I-I can't possibly take this." She blurted, trembling slightly. The device almost felt at home in her hand, as if it belonged there. It sent a strange chill going up her body, and she pulled her jacket tighter around herself as if protecting herself from whatever strange secrets the device held.

"Good luck, Rukia Nami." He smiled kindly again, before disappearing into the back of his shop.

She stood still for a second, startled. How could he have known her surname? They had never met, as far as she knew. Although she was starting to question her thought processes – after all, they had beckoned for her to enter this questionable store. With one last glance around, she shook her head, shaking off the doubt and reentering the much more familiar atmosphere of the crowded city street.

"Crap…"

Taiji gritted his teeth, pedaling faster as the rain began to pick up. His treads were beginning to skid over puddles and his soccer uniform was practically dripping. Still, he was late and his coach didn't take excuses.

Life had become a rather dreary and monotonous routine, a cycle of school and soccer. Since his school career was practically nonexistent, soccer was all he had. And, the champion that he was, he was beginning to jeopardize that as well. He had been late to practice almost every day for the last month, and it was beginning to show in his performance. Everytime he missed a practice his coach would bench him, even if the cause of his absence was his mom's increasingly tight grip on her unruly teenage son. And with the recent disappearances, her grasp was squeezing tighter and tighter.

Over the last few weeks, the small city had been plagued with a series of seemingly related kidnappings. The first one occurred exactly a month ago – a teenage boy, the same age as Taiji, disappeared on his way home from school. After a thorough investigation produced no evidence, the police were forced to drop the investigation. Then, two weeks later, a girl disappeared in school during a bathroom break. The frequency of the disappearances increased as time went on, with a sister and brother disappearing back to back on the same day followed by another boy vanishing while on a stroll through the park. These let up to the most recent disappearance, a young girl who seemed to disappear straight out of her second-story bedroom window.

"…when sixteen year old Rukia Nami disappeared without a trace in another case of what the authorities have dubbed the Triangle Kidnappings. Police are frantically searching the scene but are already convinced that it is a fruitless search…"

From what Taiji could tell, the victims had no relation to one another. The only connection between the incidences was a symbol that always seemed to appear somewhere around the crime scene. The symbol followed the layout of a trefoil and bore a striking similarity to the symbol used for biohazards. It contained four triangles – three on the outer ring, each connected to one point of the fourth triangle in the center. A circle surrounded the center triangle. Over the last two weeks, this symbol had gained considerable notoriety in the community and had given rise to the name "the Triangle Kidnappings".

His family spent hours each night watching the news, anticipation mounting as more and more evidence was collected regarding each disappearance.

"…her parents report speaking to her at approximately 5:50 pm, before she disappeared into her room to finish off her homework. Less than an hour later, at 6:30, they called her down to eat dinner, but received no reply…Getting worried, her mother ran up to her room, only to find her gone and her homework strewn around the room. The window was open, her computer had short-circuited, and the triangular symbol we've all come to know was flashing on her desktop screen. Here's her father now with…"

Yet even with his mother's growing stringency, Taiji's life had still been plagued by small but strange occurrences. The day before, a package with no return address appeared on his doorstep, addressed to him only. It contained a small device, scarlet and white, with a rectangular screen and two buttons. He had never seen anything like it. Even stranger, wrapped around it was a leather cord attached to a bronze medallion. On one face, a shape resembling the outline of a dragon was branded into the medal. The medallion was cool to the touch and almost seemed to glow under the setting sun. Whatever they were, they were obviously very important, and apparently for his eyes only. He kept them in his backpack for the most part, never letting them leave his side. Even during practice he knew to keep them locked in a locker at all times.

Upon entering the locker room, now empty, he confronted the fact that he was late for the third time that week. Coach is not going to be happy. He grimaced at the thought. Kicking off his shoes, he pulled the device and medallion out of his backpack once again, watching the way they twinkled in the light. Something about holding them in his hands filled his heart with a warmth he couldn't describe. He wasn't a sad kid by any measure – quite the opposite. With a relatively affluent family and a large group of friends, he was the epitome of what every teenager wanted to be. Athletic, popular, and not bad-looking, he knew of many that wished to be in his position. Yet with all of the happiness present in his life, nothing could quite compare to the simple rush of joy he felt when he was holding that device. As if it belonged there. As if nothing else mattered.

Just as these thoughts began running through his head, a movement in the corner of the room caught his eye. The television screen, long since broken, began to crackle. The sound of static filled the room as the screen turned on for the first time in years.

"What in the…" He approached it, shielding his eyes as the screen began to glow brighter and brighter. He felt the device and the medallion heat up in his hands, and the room began to tremble. His grip on the objects tightened even as they reached burning temperatures. The shaking intensified, and soon he was struggling to keep his balance. As he watched, the four-triangle symbol began to formulate on the screen. He opened his mouth to scream, but before any sound could come out, the world began to fade…

There is the Prologue/Chapter One! This one is a little short in my opinion, but I really wanted to get everything started as best I could. I hope you enjoyed it, and please review and tell me what you thought!