In another world, another dimension, two evils already have been overcome.
The first was but an inhabitant of that world, and defeated as such. The
second, however, was simply.converted. It is still living, and has proven
itself, however much it may believe otherwise, to be susceptible to the
Dark Side. And in the new Dark Lord's eyes, this Emperor of Evil could
prove itself very useful in the taking over of the worlds.
Ken was a boy genius. He had short, purple hair and wore clothes of simple whites. Famed throughout the country of Japan, where he lived, his proud parents still had a video tape of that time, one year eight months two weeks and a day ago, when he had been shown on national television. He shifted unhappily at the memory - then, he had been a different person altogether. That was before. but never mind. He shook his head as if to try to rid himself of those thoughts, and turned back to the sophisticated laptop computer he was working at. His room was small, with little furnishings - a neatly made bed, built-in wardrobe, plain desk and a couple of football posters on the wall. One of them had him in it - he played for the school and had actually made it to the district team, but had quit to be with his best friend, Davis. Being a genius, one would expect to see figures and numbers covering his bright computer screen. Instead, it looked almost like a cheap Internet page. Some writing scrolled across the top, and in the centre was a black rectangle. Ken narrowed his eyes in concentration, his fingers tapping lightly over the keys with confidence and speed. At last, he gave a triumphant "Hah!", as a small red light flashed on below the box. Expectantly he waited, until at last the box became full of colour. It was like a miniature television screen. It depicted green grass and blue sky, on a rolling hillside landscape. At the foot of the hill, trees swayed in a slight breeze. Everything seemed to be in order. except. "Worm-mon?" He called uncertainly at the screen. "Where are you?" A movement appeared on the grassy hillside, and his narrow eyes lit up with delight. "Wormmon!" What looked like a small, fat green caterpillar with purple markings and big, sad eyes came scuttling closer, and stopped just before it looked as if it was about to run into the screen. "Hello, Ken!" It said in a deep, slightly trembling voice. Before Ken could say more, it went on; "Listen, I have not got much time. A new evil is come. I don't know what, but I can sense it. There are some kids in the year below yours, three girls and two boys. You must bring them together, and the Digital World will do the rest. Most importantly of all, someone must find the Warrior of the Sea if he is to save us!" "Wormmon, who.?" Ken started in bewilderment, but the creature interrupted. "Get Davis and the others together, and give them your Digivice. If I can digevolve, they will have a hard time." It looked around desperately for a moment, seeming suddenly agitated. "Find Tai and Matt - Agumon and Gabumon need their help. Ken, I am in danger here." "Then I'm coming to help you!" The boy cried, but the digimon shook its head vigorously. "No, no, don't come any closer! Ken, this new evil, it. will bring back vivid memories, it will cloud your mind. Deny it! Do not force your friends to fight you!" Wormmon turned and began to run back to the cover of the woods, but even as it faded, his tremolo voice shouted back over his shoulder: "I will always see you as a friend, not a master!" And with that, the box went blank.
Ken was a boy genius. He had short, purple hair and wore clothes of simple whites. Famed throughout the country of Japan, where he lived, his proud parents still had a video tape of that time, one year eight months two weeks and a day ago, when he had been shown on national television. He shifted unhappily at the memory - then, he had been a different person altogether. That was before. but never mind. He shook his head as if to try to rid himself of those thoughts, and turned back to the sophisticated laptop computer he was working at. His room was small, with little furnishings - a neatly made bed, built-in wardrobe, plain desk and a couple of football posters on the wall. One of them had him in it - he played for the school and had actually made it to the district team, but had quit to be with his best friend, Davis. Being a genius, one would expect to see figures and numbers covering his bright computer screen. Instead, it looked almost like a cheap Internet page. Some writing scrolled across the top, and in the centre was a black rectangle. Ken narrowed his eyes in concentration, his fingers tapping lightly over the keys with confidence and speed. At last, he gave a triumphant "Hah!", as a small red light flashed on below the box. Expectantly he waited, until at last the box became full of colour. It was like a miniature television screen. It depicted green grass and blue sky, on a rolling hillside landscape. At the foot of the hill, trees swayed in a slight breeze. Everything seemed to be in order. except. "Worm-mon?" He called uncertainly at the screen. "Where are you?" A movement appeared on the grassy hillside, and his narrow eyes lit up with delight. "Wormmon!" What looked like a small, fat green caterpillar with purple markings and big, sad eyes came scuttling closer, and stopped just before it looked as if it was about to run into the screen. "Hello, Ken!" It said in a deep, slightly trembling voice. Before Ken could say more, it went on; "Listen, I have not got much time. A new evil is come. I don't know what, but I can sense it. There are some kids in the year below yours, three girls and two boys. You must bring them together, and the Digital World will do the rest. Most importantly of all, someone must find the Warrior of the Sea if he is to save us!" "Wormmon, who.?" Ken started in bewilderment, but the creature interrupted. "Get Davis and the others together, and give them your Digivice. If I can digevolve, they will have a hard time." It looked around desperately for a moment, seeming suddenly agitated. "Find Tai and Matt - Agumon and Gabumon need their help. Ken, I am in danger here." "Then I'm coming to help you!" The boy cried, but the digimon shook its head vigorously. "No, no, don't come any closer! Ken, this new evil, it. will bring back vivid memories, it will cloud your mind. Deny it! Do not force your friends to fight you!" Wormmon turned and began to run back to the cover of the woods, but even as it faded, his tremolo voice shouted back over his shoulder: "I will always see you as a friend, not a master!" And with that, the box went blank.