Note: Yeah, I know this may be a little vauge, but its only the prolouge. Review if you can, no flames
(and please no comments on the poem-_-, I just threw it together)

I still couldn't remember everything that happened that night. All I keep seeing is the images of the city in chaos, and digimon swarming the area. I was leading them, but why, I don't know. How had I come to know so many of them? There had to be hundreds there, but why was I leading them? I could only think that after that battle I must have forgotten what happened, but how? Wouldn't I remember doing a raid on the city? Maybe why I was doing it and how did I almost get away with it? Most of all, I wanted to know what I did to my partners.

I heard the door downstairs barge open. I knew I was running out of time. Quickly, I picked up my bag and looked around for the item. As I heard yelling downstairs, I found what I was looking for on my bed. A black and purple egg. I picked it up and threw it in the sack. I wasn't about to stay and take his beatings. I ran to the window as I heard heavy foot steps coming up. I took out a wooden ladder I had made with a friend a while back and threw it down the window. I looked around to see that my door knob was starting to turn. I practically fell down the ladder as I left. As soon as I was on the ground, I jerked the ladder down and ran.

I ended up in the usual place I went to on these nights, the town square. I took my seat on the water fountain and took out my note pad. It was the only sanity I had in this world. I started to draw the egg again. It was one of my favorite things to draw recently. But I was also waiting. Waiting for a good friend of mine. She always ran late getting here, because she always had to get me food, even though I had already had dinner tonight. She was too kind to me, even though I knew I was the reason her brother was in an egg right now.

Anxiously, I put my half finished drawing back in the bag, and put it on my back. It was late and no one was out, so I put it on my back, for protection. Not that an egg would protect me, it just felt safer. I looked around one more time to see if she was here yet, and she wasn't. I took out my composition notebook this time instead and looked through some of my old work.

Chaos

It stays there

Growing in my bones

Making every motive of my life

Shrouded in pure anger.

It calls to be unleashed

To teach those who did me wrong

To destroy those who crossed my path

And make peace in a world full of

Chaos

That was my life, pure chaos. Now I just had to wait. Because I hoped my time of chaos was coming to an end. I could just feel it. Something was going to change soon. I just hoped it is for the better.