Humans are fragile beings. But at the same time, they are resiliant. So long as a human is alive, most injuries can be healed.
"Tai... it hurts..."
Sometimes, some injuries cannot be healed. But it is rare, and it usually involves a great trauma on the nervous system. But even then, most injuries can either be overcome, or one can learn to live with them.
"Kari... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry"
So long as the wound is physical, it can be easily overcome. But what happens when the wound is not on the body, but on the soul?
"Tai... I'm scared"
When a human's soul gets hurt, it is much harder to heal.
"Don't be scared Kari... everything will be alright, I promise"
And when a soul is wounded, darkness can creep into it.
"Kari? Kari!"
And what happens when darkness takes hold?
Kindness turns to malice.
Mercy turns to ruthlessness.
Happiness turns to rage.
A devastated crossroads, bearing the sign of battle. People stopping what they're doing to gawk at the sight. Cars burning, shops enveloped in flames, holes and cracks in the street.
An orange dinosaur, stood vigil his eyes, full of sadness, anger and remorse, daring anyone to approach.
And next to it, a young boy of maybe ten or eleven was kneeling on the ground, cradling in his arms his little sister, her breathing becoming shallower and shallower with every breath.
Courage… turns to Vengeance.
He breathing stopped.
Tai and Agumon stood, still, in the middle of the desert, where the portal had just dropped them. Both of them were watching the sand in front of them without truly seeing it. Their eyes were unfocused, almost hollow.
"Tai" said Agumon.
"Yes, Agumon?" replied the boy.
"I'm sorry" the digimon said.
"It's not your fault" replied the boy.
"If only I could have been faster… stronger..."
"You tried to save her" said the boy, firmly, "You're not the one at fault, they are".
"What will we do now?" asked Agumon.
"We'll end this. So that what happened today will never happen to anyone ever again".
Author note: This first chapter is very short, just to see what kind of response I get top this.
The idea for this story was inspired by a picture I found on pinterest, which showed all the digidestined and their digimon as a darker version of themselves. And in my mind formed the though: "What would happen if one of the digidestined fell to the darkness?"
This story is the result of that line of thought.