So I finally started the fourth part to my Digimon Goddess series! I'm just going to stick this prologue up :P If you like me to continue, please review! I'm sorry for keeping you waiting so long, but it is not here!

Love, Katrina Izumi09

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Digimon 4: Rise from the Ashes

Prologue

Okay, so maybe Izzy and the younger digidestined were onto something with the missing goddesses. But still, why did they choose now of all times to share their results? After all, isn't it hard enough my parents had to bury their own daughter, only to have her show up, but with amnesia? Honestly, in all honesty, I'd prefer the dead Kari to the "sick" one.

But, is she really sick? How else would you explain her long brown hair, those things on her chests that hadn't existed in her preteen life, and those long acrylic fingernails?

Not that I'm saying she looks bad, but she does look so different in such a short period of time. What the hell went on in Demon's castle? Is she merely an image cast by the Digital World to relieve the pain? If so, then the image isn't doing her job.

"Check on the cake, Tai, will you?"

I looked up as the gentle voice called my name. Reluctantly, I dragged myself to my feet and then over at the oven. Through the small oven window I could see the strawberry cake gently rise, but not yet finished. Yet.

Luckily, my mom wasn't the one cooking the cake. Disaster at dinner time at my house is spelled M-O-M, unfortunately my sister and I were the ones suffering for her culinary screw-ups. Especially my sister.

My sister…

"How is she, darling?" my father asked, looking up from his newspaper as my mom left the room behind me and shut it softly. My mother sighed, shaking her head.

"I don't know what to do. It's overwhelming, on top of this whole Digi-tilly nonsense-"

"Digimon," I said, staring at my drink. An awkward and uncomfortable silence filled the room. Yes, after the funeral ended in a riot, us digidestined [the older generation too had explained to our parents, but I'll tell you that story later.

"Right," mom said after a minute. "I'm going back to Kari. Thank you, Chantal, for coming over and making the cake."

The blonde Australian woman with the gentle voice pushed up her glasses, surprised to be addressed. She bowed hastily to my mother before taking out the strawberry cake. My mother still didn't appreciate the idea of having the neighbor assist in the "juvenile" Digital World. But, she'll just have to accept a lot of things.

Especially if Kari doesn't get better.