Children of the Digital

by Debbie Dai-chan

Part Fourteen: Get a comfortable seat and popcorn, people, because this chapter is a longie. You probably want to take a couple of breaks in between. :p The Nature Children go off to talk with Holy Beasts and Oikawa and Seijamon have their moments.

1. Chosen Children, Holy Beasts, Dark Destr...

I strongly suggest that you read 'Powers of Crests' and 'The Friends of the Stones' before this saga because I won't explain everything all over like I did in the first two sagas. I only can explain what is happening NOW, not BEFORE. So if you want to be prepared for the third saga of Digimon Season 02, read them. It's your choice, darlings. ^_^

And, no, I DO NOT own Digimon: Digital Monsters. You know about that darned disclaimer that we authors have to submit BECAUSE Toei is shaking scared stiff in its underpants that we might steal them. Please, Toei, we just love to write and draw them. We don't own them. And even if you try and sue us, the only things you will get are rotten gym socks and maggot-covered fruits. Would you like that? ^_^ I don't think so.

Anyway . . .

First of all, I want to thank you all the Digifans for supporting us Digiauthors for continuing to write marvelous stores for simply entertainment. We didn't know if there would be devoted fans that would enjoy fictions, but we did this just because we wished to show our ideas and imaginations. You know what? I have met several Digiauthors who have the pure imagination to create wonderful stories to amaze us all. You, the authors, know whom I'm talking about. ^_^

If it weren't for you all, Digifans, we wouldn't continue any stories if there is nobody to enjoy them! You, the Digifans, know whom I'm talking about.

I really want to thank all the Digiauthors and Digifans personally, but there would be a darn long list, so I won't do it. Instead, I will thank those dearest to me.

Chicobo - Ever since we first met over two years ago, you asked me to help editing your neat fictions, and I cheerfully offered. Who knows that we became good friends, though we still don't know what do we look like, anyway? ^_^;; As I promised, I used your character of Frankie in my second saga, and who knows? Frankie is becoming a favorite among some Digifans! Thank you for being my angel buddy.

Joseph D. Hale – let me explain who he is. He is the one who sent me tons of valuable ideas while I suffer my poor mind for twisting and eye-popping plots for this Saga. I would never think those up. He just happened to show up out of nowhere and gave me effective ideas. I never knew why he did that, but I'm grateful for his ideas. Thank you, Joey! ^_^

Of course, who could forget my whacked sister, Dai-chan and the cutest Digimon ever, Demidevimon? I would have never created Dai-chan it wasn't for the Digimon show. I felt that she is real and is currently hunting through FanFiction.Net for Koushiro-lovers so she would have her red-haired doll all to herself. *Sweatdrops* But we know it's impossible, right? ^_^ Just let her dream, all right?

If you say that Demy is not cute, just don't say it in front of him, okay? He has a thing about being cute. *Coughs* ^_^ But if it wasn't for him, I would be still unscarred. In my spirit, that is. ^_~

I can't list ALL of you, but still, you are special in everybody's eyes!!

But now the dedication!

Not just for the Digifans, Digiauthors, or Digireaders, but just for anybody who adores Digimon; Digital Monsters for who they are –

I dedicate this to you.

Thank you.

Children of the Digital:

Part One: Chosen Children, Holy Beasts and Dark Destroyers, Oh, my!

By Debbie (Dai-chan)

Izumi Koushiro firmly knocked on the door of the Hakatas'.

A middle-aged woman with soft blond hair that nearly shadowed her gentle face answered. Koushiro was fond of her, Cleo's mother. She was tall and lanky, but with a wise stance that also showed in her dark brown eyes. She was clad in simple summer clothes, best to keep cool for the unusually thermal day.

"Ohaya gozaimasu (Good morning), Hakata-san," Koushiro spoke, bowing out of habit and tradition for the respect to his elders. "Is Cleo ready?"

Hakata Rachel smiled back, nodding. Her voice was also mild. "Ohayou, Izzy. She's getting ready." She then turned her head inside the living room, shouting, "Cleo, Izzy's here!"

"Coming!" After a moment, a petite blond girl with merry jade eyes walked in, rushing to hug him. Koushiro embraced back tightly. He always liked the way her clothes seemed to match perfectly with her pale skin, a plain dark yellow sundress and sandals. She was carrying a straw hat in one of her hands. Hakata Cleo then kissed her mother on the cheek. "Ja ne, Mom. I will see you later."

"Have fun, kids," the woman called after them.

The reason Koushiro was picking Cleo was because today was the fourth anniversary of the reunion between the Old Kids. Four years had passed after Myotismon was deleted from the Real World, and the Digidestined never forgot the hardships and battles they and their Digimon Guardians suffered. The Old Kids had decided to introduce Cleo to the New Kids since she did help out a lot, although she wasn't a Digidestined. They thought it was just fair.

However, in the descending elevator, when Koushiro glanced over to his girlfriend, she was biting her lower lip, her eyes unfocused, as if she was thinking about something. At first, she seemed reluctant about letting the New Kids know about her, but last night, Taichi had talked with her about it. Taichi explained to Koushiro and Kimika that if Cleo had this 'gut feeling' about the New Kids' tests, she could be still helpful in the future when the darkness again rose. He resolved to let the New Kids know that Cleo can be trusted and being relied on. The other Old Kids agreed.

Koushiro spoke gently, "Cleo, are you sure you want to do this?"

At his question, Cleo just shrugged with a half-smile. "We already agreed to do it."

Koushiro leaned against the back of the elevator, crossing his arms. "Yes, but we don't want to be forceful on you."

Cleo turned to him, chuckling, shaking her head. "No, you aren't." She lowered her eyes to the straw hat in her hands. "Tai and I talked over this, and I did agree that it's a good idea for the New Digidestined to know about me." Then her voice sounded tense, "I know I'm not a Digidestined, but I was part of your group and still am." She grinned. "We have to stick together, right?"

Koushiro smiled. He adored her wisdom. She always seemed to understand what's happening around and didn't fail to help out. Whenever the Old Kids were at their loss to explain, Cleo just appeared to help out resolving it. He grinned, affectionately squeezing her hand. "I'm glad you decided to join us. We do appreciate it."

Cleo smiled back, winking. Then she placed on her hat, shading her eyes from the scorching sun. "Come on, Red. We will be late if we don't hurry."

Roguishly, Koushiro grabbed on her arm and pulled her close, grinning impishly. "Who says we have to hurry? Let us enjoy the weather, Butterfly."

Cleo giggled, holding on her hat, and playfully gave him her favorite kind of kiss – a butterfly kiss. Then she squinted upward to the sun, her voice quiet with concern. "Though, it's unbelievably hot."

***

"It's unbelievably hot!"

Yagami Taichi chuckled amusedly as his best friend, Inoue Kimika, mumbled unhappily to herself, her hands shading over her sensitive eyes. Ever since she got her Light Power, her eyes became so sensitive in vision that she often had to wear sunglasses to protect them. Not even her shades protected her eyes enough from the bright rays.

They were sitting on a long bench together, chatting, patiently waiting for the Digidestined to show up in the favorite park where they usually had discussions and conversations about their duty to protect the two worlds. Here was where they were supposed to meet for the reunion.

Taichi stretched his arms, smiling upward, welcoming the pleasant heat. "The heat doesn't bother me."

"Obviously," Kimika snarled, glaring from under her hands. Taichi felt his cheeks turn red. It wasn't surprising that he had his Fire Power. The advantage allowed him to experience any temperatures of heat, even at volcanic heat, without feeling the hazards.

Kimika then smiled at his blush and checked her watch. Her voice grew annoyed, "When will they get here, anyway?"

Taichi shook his head, still half-smiling at her impatience. "Kim, we're early."

"It's HOT!" Kimika pouted. She hurriedly adjusted her sunglasses, mumbling. "We should have stayed inside where there's actually cool air."

"You never complained about the heat before."

"Your fault," Kimika now sounded wily. "I'll bet that's a part of your plans to char us with your heat."

Taichi threw his hands in resignation. "Why am I always being blamed for this?"

Kimika giggled, hugging his right arm. "Because I like it!"

The intimate friends began to laugh together, exchanging snap-backs. The six New Kids and Digimon gazed over to them from their positions on the cool grass with bewilderment.

"What are they laughing about?" Veemon curiously questioned, cocking his head at the laughing friends.

Yagami Hikari grinned, shrugging. "Oh, nothing. They're always being like that."

Ichijouji Ken glanced down to his watch. "They should be here soon."

"They will," Motomiya Daisuke flashed his close friend a reassuring grin. Then he crossed his legs and putted his chin on a cupped hand, looking slightly serious. "So what should we do about the keys?"

Hikari understood what he was talking about. She pushed back strands of her dusky hair and replied, "Cody called TK that he finally opened the chest. He found ten Digikeys, each one a different color."

"Really?" Wormon questioned in interest. "Did he know what are they for?"

Hikari only shrugged back. "We will see soon."

"Hey, there they come!" Taichi suddenly shouted, waving his arms wildly. Kimika and the New Kids turned and yelled out greetings to a bigger group walking toward them – Ishida Yamato, Takaishi Takeru, Hida Iori, Inoue Miyako, Kido Jyou, Kido Hisoka, Takenouchi Sora, and the new Destined Digimon, of course.

"Nice weather, ne?" Frankie cheerfully said.

"Ah, don't say it!" Kimika winced, again covering her eyes.

Laughing, the Old Kids sat together as Iori, Miyako and their Digimon seated with the New Kids.

Daisuke leaned forward to the smallest boy, grinning encouragingly, "Can we see the Digikeys, Iori-kun?"

Iori stubbornly shook his head, setting the small wooden chest he was carrying down on the grass. "Uh-uh. We promised to wait until everybody is here."

"Aw, a peek?" Daisuke begged. Iori stuck out his chin, keeping on shaking his head. There was a light playful sparkle in his emerald eyes.

Miyako giggled at Daisuke's mock pout. "It's no use, Davis. I pushed him about it, but he refused to tell."

Hikari smiled, enjoying her new friends' company. She then asked the boy, "Anyway, TK told me that there are ten Digikeys, right?"

Iori nodded back. "Right, but they don't look much like keys, but rugged rods of some kind. They also have teeth that are very unusual and patterned." He then grinned at the waiting curious faces of his friends, adding rather innocently, "I will tell you later."

"Ah!" Daisuke sighed. "Just when it gets interesting."

Then a feminine voice came out from behind, calling out a name repeatedly. She sounded thrilled. The group then saw Tachikawa Mimi in her favorite dress of pink and green rushing over the grass and wrapping her arms around Jyou. "Joe! Jyou, Jyou! I missed you, Jyou!" The group giggled as she showered tiny kisses on Jyou's face.

Jyou's face grew scarlet with heat, but he sincerely answered with a tender kiss to silence her. "I miss you, too, Petal."

In the midst of noise, Miyako glanced up at the familiar name, her face pondering. She watched Jyou and Mimi for a moment, and spoke, "Why do you call her Petal?"

Jyou blinked down to her, wondering about her question. "Oh . . . um . . ."

"That's his nickname for me," Mimi quickly answered, grinning. "Why do you ask?"

Miyako shrugged, replying, "Oh, nothing. Hey, Michael!" She waved over to the American who had arrived at the scene. In his arms, Betamon snuggled comfortably, also waving one of his fins to the Digimon.

Michael Baine sat down cross-legged beside Miyako, smiling at his new friends. "How're things doing?"

Iori was sitting beside him, and he leaned to his side. "Michael, I opened the chest and found ten Digikeys."

Michael arched his eyebrows and quietly said, "So what should we do about them?"

"Guys, don't worry about them," Takeru reassured the New Kids. "It's our reunion, our time to have fun."

Hikari nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he's right. Michael, I'm glad you came to join us."

The blond gave her a charming grin. "I know I have my own Digidestined group in New York, but I feel bonded with you guys. Thanks for inviting me to the reunion."

"Do itashimashite!" the Japanese Digidestined spoke with grins.

Michael then shook his head, wincing at the strange, accented language he wasn't familiar with. "What does that mean?"

"You're welcome!"

"Oh."

Ken craned his neck to scan above the heads. "Hmm, I wonder where is Izzy?"

The rest also gazed around, wondering where the redhead could be. Hikari called to her brother, "Tai, do you know where Izzy could be?"

Taichi stopped from chatting. "He's picking Cleo up."

"Who's Cleo?" Iori asked.

"His kanojo," Takeru replied.

"Ka-kanojo?" Michael mispronounced the word with puzzlement.

The New Kids and the Digimon snickered at his stammers. Miyako rescued him by saying, "It means 'Girlfriend'."

Michael wrinkled his face with unhappiness. "I'll never be able to pronounce Japanese correctly."

"Don't worry," Daisuke said. "We know English better than you know Japanese." Michael chuckled weakly at that.

"Ohayou, minna-san! Goman nasai that we are late!"

Koushiro was strolling near the group with a blond girl of his age, both waving greetings. The girl's eyes immediately enchanted the New Kids. The pale jade eyes held secrets and mysteries that were waiting to be solved. The voice of Koushiro broke the trance as he introduced the girl, "Guys, I would like to greet Hakata Cleo. She already knows about you, and she is part of our group for four years."

"You mean she's really a Digidestined?!" Daisuke burst out, tawny eyes wide.

The girl smiled, shaking her head. "No, I'm not a Digidestined at all. I don't have a Digivice like yours, but I do have a Digimon Guardian." She gazed down to the young Digimon, and her face held pensiveness. "It's quite a while since I saw a Digimon."

Taichi then said, "We didn't tell you about her because she wasn't exactly involved, but she did help out before."

The New Kids introduced themselves to Cleo as the Old Kids joined to sit in a large circle on the grass, staying under a towering tree's shade.

"Well, shall we begin?" Koushiro questioned.

"Wait," Ken spoke almost shyly. "I have a question to ask." His indigo eyes met each of the Digidestined, mostly to Kimika, his 'Protector'. The Old Kids remained patient, waiting, as the New Kids curiously watched him. Ken's face turned light red, and he quietly spoke, "I know it's a while since I joined your group, but this still bothered me because I didn't ask you about it. One of my friends showed me that I never asked you for forgiveness for what I've done to you and the Digimon." His voice grew thick. "She told me that I still suffer because I didn't ask you that. So, now, I ask you if I would have the honor to have your forgiveness for cleansing my past so I could start anew."

He looked up and was surprised to see everybody supporting gentle and understanding smiles at him. He watched as Taichi glanced over to the Old Kids, seeming to question mentally to them. Then the dusky-haired leader spoke, his voice deep with sincerity and appreciation.

"Ken, we forgave you a long time ago when you saved Cody from Thundermon. Davis was the first one to notice your kindness and wanted to help you, and Kim was the next one who reminded you of your role as a Digidestined. I know some of us took a while to forgive you in every respect, but you helped us so much that we don't think there's any better Digidestined than you. We know that you didn't ask for forgiveness, and we gave you forgiveness anyway." Taichi then dropped his voice. "But we are glad you did ask."

Ken slightly smiled his kind smile, his spirit feeling heavily calmed.

Taichi nodded to end the conversation, and said, "Let us continue on. We already know that there was a reading in the Digiworld that Michael had received, and the New Kids came with him to check it out. Yolei, why won't you fill the others in about your journey?"

It was a wonder why Taichi chose Miyako to tell the details, but unknown to the others, he had already seen something special in her and began to give her more attention about guidance.

"Arigato, Tai-san," Miyako thanked him, and then started. "We went to a dark-looking building, more like a mansion. There, we met Sanimon, the Guardian of the Digidestined."

She had noticed that Hikari had a slight haunted pain reflecting in her eyes, but another Digidestined had the same expression – Yamato with a bitter frown as he stared at her as if he was making sure she was telling the truth.

"Sanimon?" Jyou was saying in puzzlement. "But she was -"

Taichi cut him off with a slash of his hand. "Please, let us be quiet and listen. We will explain about it, okay? Go ahead, Yolei."

Miyako entwined her hands together, continuing, "Sanimon said that we had to be tested for our powerful virtues to prove our worthiness."

"Is that so?" Yamato voiced, his steel-blue eyes dark. "What are your virtues?"

"My virtue is Purity," Miyako replied.

"Mine is Loyalty," Daisuke grinned.

"Wisdom," Iori quietly spoke.

Ken smiled. "I already know my virtue is Kindness."

"How are you, Michael?" Sora asked the American.

"I wasn't being tested with them, but I did have one some time ago. My virtue is Mercy."

"They are excellent virtues," Mimi admired.

"How did you get tested?" Frankie questioned.

Miyako smiled with such slyness that only she knew the meaning to the answer. "By our Protectors."

The Old Kids were puzzled at that. "We did ask them about the Protectors," Kimika was saying, "but they said that we already know."

"We all passed the tests, and Sanimon gave us a chest with the Digital Keys," Miyako added with a nod toward the small chest beside Iori. "She said the Digikeys are like crests and tags, each one with a power to control the Digiworld's powers. Not even she could understand the powers. Cody, show them."

Iori gingerly opened the chest lid and, one by one, he took out the Digital Keys onto the ground. Each one was crooked and rugged in a way or other, but they did have the vague appearances of keys, along with teeth and handles. They were in the colors of the rainbow, all shades except pink and yellow - red, orange, green, blue, violet, black, grey, and white. The kids and Digimon leaned forward, eyes curiously inspecting the keys.

"They have strange symbols that I don't recognize," the ten-years-old boy mentioned.

Sora gasped softly, noticing something, "Why, the symbols are our crest symbols!" She reached to hold on a jagged key that was the perfect color of fresh blood. On the side of the handle, there was a tiny picture of a hollowed heart, in paler red, barely seen. She spoke the name that appeared suddenly in her mind, "The Key of Love."

Jyou nodded in agreement, his dusky eyes taking the details of the grey-black symbol of a four-rayed cross on the crooked key that seemed to have the night cloaked around it. "The Key of Reliability."

"They look really rugged to me," Cleo murmured to herself as she gazed at the vivid violet Key of Knowledge in her boyfriend's hand.

Iori nodded to her words. "Yes, but do you see the pattern in the teeth?"

"Yeah, I do!" Frankie chuckled incredulously as he bent over to show his brother his Key of Soul. "Look at this – the key's teeth look like icicles!" Sure enough, the snow-white key had teeth shaped as thick icicles, each one identical.

Mimi raised her Key of Sincerity upward to scan the teeth. "Get this – the teeth are actually leaves." She then looked closer. "Aspen leaves, more likely."

"Guys, I want to show you something," Iori said. "May I?" He then took the Keys of Knowledge and Reliability and spent a moment working on them, his face concentrated. He did something unbelievable; he successfully linked the Keys together, becoming one larger Key by clicking the teeth together as if were perfectly fitted. Although, the teeth were completely different, the shapes of morning dewdrops and lightning bolts.

"How is this possible?" Kimika murmured the same question the kids wondered.

"Armadillomon was playing with them, and somehow, he putted these keys together," the boy said, winking down to his grinning Digimon. "We tried to link them all, but only six can – Courage and Friendship, Love and Sincerity, and Knowledge and Reliability."

Cleo was listening quietly, her jade eyes focused on the linked Keys. She spoke almost to herself, "Hmm, maybe the keys are not really ours."

The group gazed their eyes from the keys to the blond. She suddenly felt the weight of the gazes on her, and her cheeks turned pink. She quickly explained, "I mean what Cody did with the keys made me think – what if they are the New Kids' keys, not ours? Cody has the Digieggs of Knowledge and Reliability, right? Then it must mean the keys of those virtues are meant for him. Likewise for Davis and Yolei."

"You think?" Mimi said.

"It's just a wild guess."

"It would be worth a try," Koushiro said, and then he grinned proudly at the New Kids. "See, she does help out."

"What do you think?" Taichi asked the older kids of their opinions. The New Kids already knew that the Old Kids had worked almost perfectly as a team despite the differences in ideas and points and views. It was impressive to see how they reacted together without having to say one word. The older kids nodded in concurrence.

Daisuke received the fiery orange Key of Courage with flames as its teeth and the midnight blue Key of Friendship with yin-yang symbols as its teeth from his Protectors. Miyako received the blood red Key of Love with tiny tornados as its teeth and the jade green Key of Sincerity with aspen leaves as its teeth from her Protectors. Iori kept the vivid violet Key of Knowledge with lightning bolts as its teeth and the night black Key of Reliability with dewdrops as its teeth.

Kimika placed the pearly silver Key of Empathy with crescent moons as its teeth in Ken's hand. "Ken-kun, would you keep the key for me? I think it's suitable for you."

Ken smiled, closing his hand protectively over the key. "Arigato, Kimi-san."

"Here, Michael. It's yours now," Frankie said, casually tossing the snow white Key of Soul with icicles as its teeth over to the blond, who quickly caught it and flashed back a thankful grin.

Daisuke scanned his keys curiously. "I wonder what's the reason of this?"

Yamato shrugged, answering the question that everybody was thinking. "Someday, we will find out."

'So, any more news?" Jyou questioned.

Miyako shook her head to the question.

"Alright! Let the reunion begin!" Veemon chirped out. Everybody stood up, starting to chatter about the events ahead for the day. However, Taichi noticed the serious reminder on his sister's face and spoke to get their attention. "Why won't you go ahead to the carnival, guys? We Old Kids want to talk a bit more."

The older kids appeared puzzled at his suggestion, all but Koushiro and Kimika, who glanced to each other.

"We will wait at the bus stop," Daisuke said. The New Kids and Digimon went ahead, Hikari walking behind.

The older kids waited, eyes on Taichi and Takeru, who watched the smaller group for a while, making sure they won't eavesdrop, and Taichi spoke. "Ok, this's important. TK told us about Sanimon before, and I think you should listen to him."

Takeru turned to them, saying, "I want to say that we don't have to worry about Sanimon. She's really changed. She said that she was given a second chance as a Guardian, and I believed her. I think we can trust her."

Cleo leaned to Koushiro, whispering, "Was that Sanimon the one Kari fought?"

Koushiro answered with a solemn nod.

"What did she tell you, TK?" Mimi asked.

Takeru crossed his arms, sounding uncertain, "She said that there will be a powerful ally that will be valuable to us. Plus, she said that there's a greater evil out there."

Frankie blinked uneasily. "Maybe that's what we are feeling recently." The Inner Circle shifted apprehensively, remembering the eerie feeling that was nagging persistently in the back of their minds.

Taichi eyed them, noticing the body language. He wondered what this feeling that made them so uneasy was. He sighed, turning to Takeru, "Is this evil greater than Myalomyotismon?"

"Yes, in fact, it's the Final Evil."

The teens exchanged unhappy gazes and nervous whispers. They knew that they were chosen to protect and fight for the peace of the two worlds, but they were growing drained of the battles. They knew it will never be over, and if Takeru said that there was actually a final evil out there, then they will be needed again.

Taichi frowned deeply, his tan eyes hardened. "TK, are you serious?"

Takeru answered back with anxiety, "Sanimon was really serious to me."

"Okay, arigato for telling us."

Takeru departed, his face still supporting the haunted worry. Taichi gazed to each of his close friends, the people that he trusted with his life, the people that he was destined to fight with. He looked at the Inner Circle, saying, "If the Final Evil, whatever it is, is what you feel from, then the battle for our peace is still not over."

Yamato muttered, "I began to doubt that it's a battle at all, Tai. It sounds like a war."

Kimika wrapped her arms around herself, shivering a bit, despite the heat. "I hope the war will be over soon."

"Yes, let us hope," Jyou agreed, grimacing.

"And, hope that the Digikeys will help us," Sora reminded them of the gift, trusting that the Guardian they had fought before was telling the truth.

The group silently listened to Taichi, their destined leader, as he prompted them, "Keep in mind, all of the discussion. Don't forget them. It's important that we might be needed once again, and we will answer the call for help."

The Children of the Nature, including Hakata Cleo, firmly agreed with nine nods of pledge.

They were going to depart for their own activities of the reunion, when Miyako jogged in, calling Koushiro's name.

"Wait, Izzy! Wait!"

Together, Koushiro and Cleo slowed down as the lavender-haired girl arrived, pausing to regain her lost breath.

"What's it, Yolei?" Koushiro asked when the girl finally gained her breaths.

She sounded eager of something. "I want to tell you that I found something really bizarre." In her hand, she had her D-terminal, used for sending emailing and storing her two Digieggs. She opened it and pressed few buttons. Then she showed him the screen. "See this?"

Koushiro was baffled as his eyes attempted to read the complex texts appearing on the tiny screen, continuingly rolling from end to end, and repeated itself. The texts seemed short in length and were full with indistinct and indistinguishable symbols and letters that he could only recognize very few of them. It seemed heavily encoded to him, almost impossible to decipher.

"I recognize some symbols," Koushiro spoke, catching glimpses of texts before it disappeared into other unfamiliar texts. "It's in digicode. Where did you get those?"

Miyako shrugged. "I think it happened when we left the Digiworld. I noticed it last night and tried to decipher it. It's impossible for me. Hawkmon told me that he could recognize some of the texts as digicode, but he couldn't understand the code. I was wondering, since you know how to translate digicode, you could try and solve this."

Whenever he was given a complex code to solve, his eyes lightened up with ecstatic delight. Koushiro grinned, taking the D-terminal, "Sure, I will attempt and decipher it."

Cleo shook her head with fondness, knowing very well that he loved to solve problems. She also took a glance at the text and was befuddled. "The message must be very important since it's very guarded. It may be valuable for us, perhaps in the future."

At that, Miyako gazed inquisitively at the blond. She was curious about who was she really, and even if she wasn't a Digidestined, why did she often help the older kids out? "You really know a lot about the Digiworld, don't you?"

Cleo innocuously replied, "I'd been to the Digiworld only once- yes, even without a Digivice," she added to the wide-eyed girl.

"How?" she questioned, knowing that no one can enter the Digital World without a Digivice or a D-3.

Cleo shrugged honestly. "I had no idea, but I met Izzy and the others four years ago, and ever since we became close friends. I know a lot about you and the events happening because Izzy told me. It's like I was there with you."

Miyako smiled, liking her honesty and gentleness. "It would be great if you could help us someday."

Cleo lightly laughed. "I try to help what I can."

Miyako noticed that Koushiro was still staring at the terminal. "So, Izzy," she voiced to get his attention, "you will try and solve the texts?"

Koushiro gazed up, grinning. "Why not? I do enjoy a challenge. Arigato."

Miyako smiled back. "Great, then I will see you two tonight for the big supper, right?" For the reunion, the older kids had planned a large supper at one of their favorite cafes. The manager there was more than happy to serve them, even the Digimon!

Cleo nodded, knowing about the plans. "Right. Ato de aimasho (See you later)."

Miyako left, hurrying to get up with her friends for the carnival. Koushiro then held his girlfriend's hand, voicing softly, "It would be nice if you are a Digidestined, Butterfly. We will need more help in the future if the Final Evil is coming."

Cleo slyly smiled and covered his lips with a finger, winking to him. "Careful, Red. You might get what you wish for."

***

Sighing, Koushiro leaned back and rubbed his strained eyes. He was back in his room, had finished going to the big supper with twenty-two of his close friends, eager to solve the texts Miyako had showed. It was in the language of the Digimon, called digicode, which was very complex compared with the 'language' of the computers. He had all the alphabet, prefixes, suffixes, etymology, and styles of digicode stored in his favorite Pineapple laptop. He was already able to read the simple terms, but still working to perfect his ability to read digicode much like the Digimon.

But this! He had spent two hours into the night attempting to decode the unbelievable fixed texts. He pondered at how did Miyako received the texts in her D-terminal and pondered if the other New Kids had the same things in their D-terminals. He was that close to solve the first sentence, but even that was too stubborn to let him have the luxury to rest. He refused to give up until he solved those inflexible messages.

He startled at a light tapping on his door, his mind again drifting on his memories. "Koushiro?" his mom whispered. Then the door opened a bit, and the doe-brown eyes of the slender woman softened at him tiredly sitting in his old chair. She glanced down to the bed clock and mentioned, "Dear, it's almost midnight. You should be in bed by now."

Koushiro can't help but smiling. No matter how old he was, his mother would certainly worry over him a tab too much. Still, he admired her serious love for him. He scratched his short red hair, muttering, "Goman, haha (Sorry, mother)."

Izumi-san smiled, wrapping her robe tightly, shaking her head adoringly. "It's all right, dear. I know you like to solve problems, but it's quite late."

"Don't worry. I will sleep soon. Oyasuminasai, haha(Good night, mother)." He stood up to give her a tender kiss on the cheek.

"Oyasuminasai, musuko (Good night, son)." Izumi-san also kissed him back and closed the door, leaving Koushiro to his solitude.

Koushiro stretched his arms, gazing at his bed. It did look inviting, but he was still stubborn to give up. He went to tap few buttons, striving to solve the text. Somehow, to his surprise, the first half of the sentence finally gave in, and it translated into Japanese, very clear for him to read. Yet, the sentence itself was strange.

"'One to bear a heart, one to bear no heart, Together you shall heal . . .'" Koushiro mumbled to himself. He realized it was a riddle of some kind. But that did that mean? Then he noticed that when he finally deciphered the first half, the second half seemed to break down, making it easier for him to solver faster and without any difficulties.

Koushiro finished the first sentence with a hint of puzzlement in his voice, "'One to bear no blade, one to bear a blade, Together you shall harm. You alone decide the fate.'"

"You alone decide the fate . . .?" Koushiro wondered at that. It seemed so peculiar to him to understand. It sounded like someone in the riddle has to make a last decision to decide the fate. What was the fate? Who was supposed to make the decision? Shaking his head, Koushiro gazed out the window and stopped there. His eyes widened with disbelief as he slowly stood up from the chair and wandered to the window. The window was open to let the night air to cool his room, but he didn't care about the window. It was the weather.

"Impossible . . ." he gaped at the sight of silvery-white flakes of snow drifting downward from the starry night. It wasn't even cloudy to start with. It was snowing. The snow was thick, like in winter, falling without stopping, from the sky down straight to the ground. It was way too hot to have cold rain here!

Stunned, Koushiro collapsed in his chair, eye still on the snow, and then slowly, he turned to read the sentences that started it all. "'One to bear a heart, one to bear no heart, Together you shall heal. One to bear no blade, one to bear a blade, Together you shall harm. You alone decide the fate.'"

What is the Fate that we decide?

****

Like a giant snake of silvery mists, Azulongmon twisted his seeming endless body through the Between. The Between acted much like the barrier between the Digital World and the Real World. If you ever see the Between, you would say that it was outer space with junk floating around. It wasn't exactly true. It wasn't outer space, but just a mantle that covered the Digital World like a flexible shield. The Digidestined had the ability to open a tiny opening in the mantle with the help of their Digivices and D-3s, and very few Digimon can walk the Between, including Unmons and Holy Beasts.

The Guardian of the Eastern Region wasn't very familiar with the Between, using it only to transport to another place on the Digital World without having to travel too far. Holy Beasts can use the Between, but only Unmons can travel through the Between to the Real World whenever they choose to. The Between was full of empty space, colored midnight blue, not pitch-black, as outer space would be, and here and there were colorful pipes stretching from everywhere to somewhere. What purpose were they, no one really know. Perhaps, the pipes were used to transport data around the Digital World.

Azulongmon immediately sensed a spot in the Between, knowing that it was where he was going to depart. Striking a mind bridge at that spot, Azulongmon mentally commanded the Between to pull apart, and soon, a tear in the barrier appeared, just big enough for him to squeeze his long body through. Once he departed the Between, he carefully 'sewn' the tear so it wouldn't cause an imbalance in the two worlds.

He was in an area of mountains, plateaus, and ravines. It was well hidden by the gigantic peaks, surrounding the rugged rocks and cliffs. Thick mists of silver-blue billowed around the rocks, making difficult to see clear enough, but he was a Holy Beast and had the rare ability to see through the darkness and clouds. That was where he was supposed to meet the other Holy Beasts.

Then he noticed something different. A young woman stood on one of the wide plateaus, robed in soft pink and white, the clothing and long auburn hair seeming to swaying even in the breezeless weather. Her white eyes saw the Air Dragon, made a wide smile and raised a lithe hand to greet him.

"Greetings, Azulongmon," the woman spoke, her voice very soft, breezy.

Azulongmon lowered himself as much as his body let him, and questioned, "Seijamon, is it really you?"

Seijamon softly laughed at the surprised face. "Yes, it's me, old friend."

Azulongmon's red eyes gazed each itch of the woman. "But you are back in your Unmon form! Solid, too. How did that happen?"

The woman smiled. "Have you forgotten that a human man sacrificed his life to protect the Digital World with me? Now that the Martyr's taking over my place as the Guardian of the Digital World, I can finally move around freely without harming the world."

Azulongmon remembered. "A noble sacrifice. We honored him for it."

Seijamon moved closer to the Air Dragon. "Now, are you ready to exchange the Spheres?"

"Oh, yes." Azulongmon sent a mental order, then, from around his body where he protected his Digicores, two tiny spheres withdrew from the airy body. One was colored strong golden yellow, glowing faintly as the other was blurred pink, as if shy. Seijamon also commanded to remove her two spheres. The first one was dark, dark blue, like the night sky, and the other was as red as human blood. The Holy Beast and Guardian exchanged the spheres, the Air Dragon taking the blue and red spheres and the Unmon keeping the pink and golden orbs.

The exchange done, Seijamon made a small sigh. "I hope this will work."

"It's for the best," Azulongmon reassured her. "We must fool Daematermon so she won't harm you."

Seijamon shook her head, as if was anxious about it. "She doesn't even know how to find me. Still, you risk your life . . ." She gazed at the serious, wise face of Azulongmon and again sighed. "Very well. I will do what you ask, old friend." She then scanned around, changing the subject, "When will the other Holy Beasts be here?"

"Soon, I'm sure." Azulongmon also looked around the rocks. "I also requested the Fate Digimon to come here."

Seijamon looked at him with an astonished expression. "The Fate Digimon? But I thought they never get involved with us. They are so secretive, Azulongmon."

"True, but remember, if it's not for them, three of the Digidestined would still be controlled by her. They want to help."

Seijamon received a bitter shiver and forced herself to fix her white eyes on her friend, her voice strained. "Azulongmon, tell me the truth. Is Daematermon alive? Truly alive?"

"There's no doubt," came another feminine voice.

Seijamon and Azulongmon glanced downward to the source of the voice. A tiger entered from the thick mist with other four Digimon behind her. She was larger than the Real World tiger, with glossed white fur and green stripes streaking all over. Armored plates of silver covered her paws, back, and shoulders. She had three horns on her forehead and her eyes were stern sapphire-blue.

"She's responsible for the Villains and the growing darkness," she continued, her voice harsh like grating rocks, but wispy like sunrays, "The Black Lens had been found. It's a terrible fate for us."

Seijamon arched one of her eyebrows at the Earth Tiger. "Baihumon, I presume."

The Guardian of the Western Region smiled and bowed slightly. "Yes, Lady Seijamon, at your service."

Azulongmon introduced the other Digimon, "You know the other Guardians, as well. Ebonwumon, Sanimon, Dreamon, and Dasalmon."

Seijamon cocked her head at the last name. "Dasalmon . . . I'm not familiar with you, little one."

The one-foot-tall sprite floated upward to meet eyes. She was clad in flower petals of roses and daisies, and soft blue skin. She was kept aloft by a set of wide white butterfly wings, lined with black. Around her head, she wore a white-tinted helmet that hid her eyes, her long white-blond hair flowing from underneath.

"I'm the newest Guardian," Dasalmon timidly said. "I guard the Friends of the Stones."

Seijamon grinned at the shy Guardian. "So the Friends of the Stones finally found a Guardian. Welcome, Dasalmon." She touched the tiny hand in greeting.

Ebonwumon was chuckling to herself. The Guardian of the Southern Region was a gigantic bird, her feathers like wild flames of orange and yellow. She had no need of any armor; her long, piercing beak and fire feathers were enough. She was actually an android within, covered by the fiery feathers that no one would suspect her as a machine. She was roguish in nature, enjoying fun in any form, and her own black eyes sparkled with craftiness as she glanced over to one of the Guardians.

"One thing that really surprises me is Dreamon is actually here. I thought he never hangs around with us."

Dreamon was a strange Digimon. He had no body. He was formed into a floating blackness, but not the darkness of the night or evilness. It was like his memories clasped together to form a rather misshapen body, which was enough for the cautious Digimon. His large eyes were floating within the black body, the only solid things. He was very solitary, preferring to be around rare Digimon. He was one of his kinds, and not many Digimon even knew anything about him, the Guardian of the Crests.

His deep golden eyes blazed as he scorned back, "I would not kiss you if it's the last thing I do, you slovenly, feathered machine!"

Ebonwumon was hot-tempered, angrily ruffling her feathers, jeering, "You won't because, first, I'm going to shove my Crimson Blaze right between your pretty eyes so fast that -"

"Enough!" Azulongmon snapped at the two Guardians. Ebonwumon and Dreamon swiftly hushed down, moving back from each other, but they still flashed hot glares at each other. Azulongmon growled, "I won't have this anymore. You are behaving like In-Trainings. That's enough."

Hiding a smile, Baihumon whispered to a bewildered Dasalmon, "Ebonwumon and Dreamon are old friends." She then flashed a fake grin at the ticked-off Guardians who suddenly glared over to her as Dasalmon tittered.

Seijamon shook her head, smiling. "It's all right, Azulongmon. Should we start or wait for Zhuqiaomon?"

Baihumon spoke up, "That old turtle is probably taking another nap. Besides, we know he never leaves his ocean even if a Marinedevimon invades it."

Azulongmon groaned. Zhuqiaomon, the Guardian of the Northern Region, loved to sleep. He could take a nap that lengthened from five days to thirty years, depending on his mood. He wasn't lazy or lethargic, but just enjoying the peace of sleeping. It kept him out of trouble. He was the oldest Holy Beast, next to Azulongmon, and both of them were close friends, despite the differences in times of waking and sleeping.

"Alright, I will inform him later about the meeting," he muttered.

Then soft steps were heard from beyond the mist, and soon, two humanoid Digimon appeared before the Guardian, one a gigantic male in flame-touched white clothing and fiery-red hair and the other a slender female in star-speckled white clothing and lavender hair. They bowed deeply to Azulongmon.

"Fate Digimon, welcome."

Akemimon spoke, unusual for him who preferred to be silent, letting his sister speak for both, "Thank you for requesting us. It's an honor, and we're attempting to help as much as we can. It's the least we can do."

Azulongmon nodded. "Good. Now that everybody is here, I have terrible news. About a month ago, Daematermon's resurrected."

"Unfortunate," Ebonwumon muttered, perching beside Seijamon.

Being the newest Guardian, Dasalmon had no clue that they were talking about. She quietly asked, "Who is Daematermon?"

Dreamon was floating above Baihumon, and he made a rude scoff that made Dasalmon feeling sheepish, blushing underneath her blue skin.

Baihumon rolled her sapphire eyes at Dreamon and answered her question, "Daematermon is the Daemon Mother. She's the source of the Villains we had suffered. She's the very essence of the darkness. She's the First Evil and the Final Evil."

Dasalmon shuddered at the unnatural shivers Baihumon's voice caused. "She sounds awful."

Amayamon nodded, also receiving the shudders. Her emerald eyes were heavily haunted, not quite gone since after four years. "Yes, little one, she is. She corrupted me. She's powerful."

Akemimon never liked the way she was permanently haunted by the terrible memories, and his handsome face contorted with anger toward the Daemon Mother. He spoke to Azulongmon, "Is there a way to stop her?"

"There's a way," Sanimon spoke for the first time since she joined the group. She was solemn, her eyes lowered. "The Destiny Sword."

Dreamon again made an unconvinced grunt. "Absurd. It's only an ancient legend. It's not true. Even if it is, there are many reasons why. The Maiden's dead, her crest is lost, her friends had lost their memories, and the Sword is flawed."

"You cynical sourpuss!" Ebonwumon growled, glaring to Dreamon, who shot daggers of dislike back.

Sanimon paid no attention to the rivals, continuing, "There's a way to find the Sword. If the Prophet says there's a way to find the Sword, then there is one."

The Holy Beasts, even the bickering ones, paused to gaze at the red-robed Digimon in astonishment. "You mean the Prophet?" Baihumon whispered. "You had met him? After all the years?"

Sanimon knew that the Prophet was the one who predicted all the prophecies linked with the Digidestined. He was shrouded in mystery that no one knew who he was really, or what did he look like. She had earned his trust and respect, and knew what he looked like. But he told her not to tell to anybody. Not yet.

Azulongmon questioned her, "What did he tell you about the Sword?"

"He said he found a Digidestined who has the power to wield the Sword. She already found the crest."

"Even if she can wield it," Dreamon muttered, "she still needs the memories -"

"Oh, give it a rest, Dreamon!" Ebonwumon ruffled her feathers in ire.

"He's right, although," Sanimon quickly spoke to hush them again. "She does need the memories to wake the Sword. Plus, she also needs three things to energize it – the Golden Digieggs and Golden Lens."

"Why them?" Akemimon said in puzzlement.

Sanimon entwined her hands within her wide sleeves. "You know how the Prophet works. He gives hints, but never tells the reasons."

"So who have these things?" Dasalmon asked.

"The Golden Digieggs belong to the Brother and Judge. For the Golden Lens, I do believe that it will show up when it's ready."

Baihumon sternly frowned. "Do they know about this?"

"Only the Watcher knows. She's the one who can wield the Sword."

"But should we warn them about the danger?" Amayamon was anxious.

Sanimon shook her head. "The business is none of our concern. The Prophet and Watcher will take care of it."

Dreamon was getting exasperated, his golden eyes growing darker. "Then what's the point of this meeting?"

Ebonwumon muttered to herself that only Sanimon and Amayamon heard the words and were a tab startled at her language. Azulongmon ignored her and said, "The point is that Sanimon informed me that the Prophet predicted the final battle with Daematermon."

The Holy Beasts and Guardians shifted in fear and worry. The Final Battle was supposed to be the last balance between the light and the darkness. Whoever wins the battle will affect the two worlds totally, either in complete darkness or eternal light.

"Are you certain?" Seijamon questioned, her white eyes darkening into a pale blue hue, seeming frightened.

"It's no doubt," Sanimon answered solemnly. "The war is coming."

"What can we do?" Amayamon looked helpless.

Sanimon gazed at each Digimon, saying, "The Prophet wishes to have us giving help as much as we can. The children are needed once again, and they need our hope and support to end the war. He has orders for us to aid them."

Seijamon seemed taken back by that, her face a grimace. "Orders? Since when he ordered us?"

"Since when he ordered me to give them the Digital Keys."

As she expected, the Holy Beasts reacted with shouts of incredulity, and the Guardians responded with warning glares at her. They would expect that from a Guardian who disgraced her duty by blindly obeying one of Daematermon's 'sons'.

Baihumon swiftly stood to all fours, almost scolding her, "The Digital Keys are important to us! If Daematermon takes a hold on them -"

"She won't," Sanimon almost growled. She was becoming vexed with the Holy Beasts' superior outlook. "The Digidestined are not stupid. If they are, we would have already given up to her."

Dreamon puffed himself larger, becoming tensely calm with each swelling of wrath. "If you say about them is true -"

"I do not lie," Sanimon was dangerously composed, her golden eyes now hooded at him. "You can argue about how irrational and childish they are as long as you like. Let me remind you that none of us Digimon has the power to face and fight the darkness without fear. They have guts, unlike any of us. They are not foolish. They are not weak. And they are certainly not whining about it!"

Dreamon still angrily puffed.

"Now, if you just listen," Sanimon felt her fury draining out, "here's what the Prophet asked from us. Because the Digital Keys are needed, he requests you, Dreamon, to give away the crests for the Armor Children."

Dreamon looked definitely surprised. He was now guarding the five new crests that were meant for the New Kids, one already found for the Friend. His body shrunk, and he eyed Sanimon carefully, but found only seriousness. He then averted his head away. "Where does he want me to have the crests?"

"The Destiny Island," Sanimon answered and then turned to Dasalmon. "Now, Dasalmon, the Prophet wants to know how the Shields are."

Dasalmon responded, "They are safe. The Digidestined are very smart to put them in secret places. I doubt the Daematermon knows how or where to find them."

Sanimon smiled for the first time. "Excellent." Then she gazed over to the Fate Digimon. "The Prophet knows how much you offered to help the children get digiunited and helped them understand their loyalty. He asks you to be their guardians if possible. He knows it's forbidden to your nature -"

Akemimon hushed her with a raised hand. "We will help."

Amayamon nodded in agreement. "This time, Fate will not control us. The lives of Digimon and Humans alike are more important."

"The Prophet will be pleased to hear it." Then the Guardian turned to the four Holy Beasts. "Your help are needed to us. You need to guard the Spheres and allow the children access if they need them. Daematermon is raising her last son. It's no way telling what he will do for her. We must be on our guard."

Azulongmon nodded his great head. "We will, Sanimon. Now, friends, we must keep hope for them and our kinfolk. The war must be ended."

***

In the Past

Dasalmon, the Guardian of the Friends of the Stones, never noticed the abnormal blackness that hovered above. During a night, it would be difficult to notice it, but that night, the sky was full of thousands of sparkling stars. The stars radiated more than enough light to shine than the absent moon. If Dasalmon ever looks up, she would notice something unique, a part of the night sky empty of the stars.

She never looked up.

The darkness studied the Friends of the Stones. Ten symbols were stamped on ten stone pillars, but she didn't care about them. She didn't hate the Digidestined. She had no fear of them as her 'sons' did. She feared only one, and this Digidestined was long dead. She was also resourceful and cunning, unlike her sons.

She was the only one who knew very well that goodness would defeat the evilness. She learned not to underestimate the light. It will always stop the evilness before it could reach up to its zenith. She knew that. She never planned to control all the Digital World or destroy it completely. Why should she do that, when she could have fun to watch the Digital World develop with the darkness and study the goodness as it defeated the darkness so many times? She only enjoyed the progress, not the outcome.

She was part of the light before she turned to the dark side. It was not fate. Fate did nothing with it. It was only chance. The light had no power to harm her since the Digidestined she feared was gone. But when the Digidestined was alive, she had luck on her side that she survived the pain received from the Sword. The Sword can destroy the darkness permanently, and it was only luck she survived the power.

Withdrawing her lost eyes from the Stones, she set her mind on something else; her most precious and jealously cherished possession – a Digistone. She could sense it, far from the north.

When one of the Fate Digimon, Amayamon, found the Digistone inside a vine-covered temple, the blackness was upset. She feared that Amayamon might recognize the Dark Digistone and destroyed it before her entire plan was fully formed. But, fortunately, Amayamon had a thirst for curious and mysterious objects and touched it. That's when the darkness realized that she could control her body and use it to adsorb the heart-darkness of the Digidestined.

It was luck, not fate.

The blackness soared north where she sensed her Digistone in a temple that was hidden to all Digimon except the Fate Digimon. But she knew where, thanks to Amayamon. She knew that the hidden temple could be found if anybody knew how to find it. Soon after, she could see the thick red mist that acted as the boundary to the hidden temple. The mist had no power to prevent her from entering, and therefore, she effortlessly drifted through, until she was in a large chamber with several tunnels leading outward.

She had no need to remember where the Digistone was; she could sense it strongly, nearly. She soared through one tunnel until she arrived to a small, almost innocuous room. There was no light to brighten the room, but she can see fine even in solid darkness. On the center of the floor, there was her Digistone – the Black Lens.

She was rejoiced, relieved, and went to embrace her whole deformed body around it. She felt the power of the darkness radiating from it, filling her empty heart. She began to remember the past events.

She was called Daematermon, which meant 'Daemon Mother'. She was the source of the villains that tainted the Digital World. She called them her 'sons', though they weren't, born only by viruses she planted in carefully chosen Digieggs that mutated into corrupt Virus Digimon.

But before, she wasn't known as Daematermon. She was Wisimon, a Digimon Guardian. She was part of the original five Digimon Guardians. She'd never heard of a Digidestined, never heard of a Human. The only human-like Digimon there she knew were Unmons or the Half Children as the Digimon called them. An unknown force developed the new Digital World. The Digimon recently became civilized, living in Villages and Towns, not as wild as they used to be.

The Digimon in her time were not the same Digimon in this time.

Then, all of a sudden, a young Unmon had a vision that there will be Human children called as Digidestined who will save the Digital World from the darkness. What darkness? There was no danger in the Digital World, despite the Virus Digimon. The Unmon was concerned that the human children might need guardians if there was a life-threatening danger to face.

She began to seek Digimon who would be suited for the children. How did she find which Digimon? Following the vision, she went into an ancient temple that was long abandoned and found four mysterious objects that were made from one of the revered relics of the Unmons – the Golden Lens.

The Golden Lens was the counterpart to the Black Lens, like goodness and evilness. The Black Lens was unknown in her time, but the Golden Lens was respected and devoted. It was the original Digivice, though it looked much like a flat, oval stone covered with a golden color. It was the only other way to aid Digimon to digivolve without needing to gain enough energy and persistence to reach to the next stage. All you have to do is stand beside it, and you will digivolve.

The Digimon adored it and sought any way to get on the Golden Lens, but the Unmons were secretive and hidden. Any relic would be difficult to be found unless an Unmon chose to reveal it.

The girl Unmon was puzzled at the strange Digivices, had no idea who made them, but then as soon as she touched them, they glowed with a golden light, much like the Golden Lens, then they floated up in the air. The Unmon was bewildered at them, and then she received another vision that was unidentified to anybody. The Unmon was too shaken to tell. All that was known was she created a hasty report on the one of the walls in the Temple and hurriedly departed. At that, the Digivices disappeared.

The Unmon discovered five new Digimon Guardian; Wisimon was part of them, although she wondered why. Then Five Human children showed up, equally bewildered as the Digimon. Typically, like the other Digimon Guardians, Wisimon thought they were ugly, uglier than the Unmons, but one seemed pretty to her. Her own Digidestined. She was young like her, compared to the ages. The girl was very cheerful and kind. She knew her name, but now she loathed the name.

Her Digidestined almost deleted her with the Sword. There were few memories between those times, but she remembered all about the battle.

Before the battle, Wisimon yearned to digivolve like the other Digimon Guardians had done. Her Digidestined didn't have a Digivice, but she cheerfully told her that she will digivolve someday. Wisimon refused to wait. She began to hate her Digidestined, believing in secret that the girl rejected her from digivolving. She was the weakest of the Digimon, but the others were mistaken. She will show them. She will digivolve into the highest stage, the most powerful Digimon they will ever seen, and she will show them.

Then she got her wish. When her Digidestined found her horn, meant for calling for help, Wisimon found a black-colored stone that was the twin to the Golden Lens. She was eager; she finally got what she wanted, and she will show them! The girl did know about the Black Lens, but she was too young to understand. She only smiled back. Wisimon only smiled back.

Wisimon could sense the unbelievable power from it, coaxing her to use it to digivolve. And she did. Not only that she did reach to the highest stage, but that she broke the limit of power and became the most powerful Mega Digimon. No one can ever have so much power that she had. She was so amazed with the delicious power that she embraced it and used it for her own uses. She warp-digivolved into Daematermon.

The Digidestined quickly searched for a way to stop her as she constantly wrecked everything in her wake. Finally, they did find a way – the Destiny Sword. It was the only object created by humans that was now one of the revered relics. And because those children created it, it was flawed. It didn't have enough power to stop her. And only one Digidestined can wield it – her own Digidestined!

The girl, known as the Maiden, was confused; she didn't want to hurt her Digimon Guardian, but her brother, the leader, the Avenger, forced her. The other Digidestined, the Matron, the Hunter, and the Dreamer, gave away their lives to add to the Sword's weak power. The Digimon Guardians did the same, and they lay around her, deceased. The Maiden refused to listen to the Avenger and dropped the Sword. Somehow, her own crest, the mysterious pendant that she had possessed ever since her birth, as well as the other Digidestined's crests, began to glow into the Sword. The Crest itself wielded the Sword, not the Maiden!

Daematermon had sent her Song of the Mother attack to destroy her Digidestined, but the Sword blocked it and slew her. Almost. It only glazed her eyes, blinding her. She lost everything, her body, her sight, and her heart, except the memories. The Maiden died because her Crest couldn't control the power of the Sword. The Avenger was the only one alive, and he was never to be heard again.

Daematermon frowned at the memories and turned her mind to the recent past.

She thought about her sons. Many sons disappointed her due to their lack of her intelligence. None of them had her patience, her awareness of the balance between the light and the dark, and most of all, her ability to see in the Digidestined's mind for fears and hatreds.

For eons, she spent most of her time observe the Digimon, their doings and actions. She had learned that often that the Vaccine Digimon, known as the freedom fighters, had the ability to defeat the Virus Digimon, the bullies. Bullies were cowards, and the Virus Digimon weren't any better than that. The Virus Digimon were too focused on one thing – to terrorize, while the Vaccine Digimon only protect those weaker than them. That was how she learned that the light would banish the darkness.

She went to find out if her theory was true or not.

Her first son was Devimon. She was fond of him and his Black Gears. He did an impressive job by driving the black cogs deep in the Data and Vaccine Digimon's bodies. The Black Gears had the ability to drive those Digimon nuts, having no self-control. Devimon did keep a cruel control over File Island for a while, until, just as she expected, the first prophecy predicted by a mysterious Digimon came true.

There were many prophecies, some overwhelming, some terrified to the Digimon, which were predicted by a Digimon that was hidden through the eons. He predicted many prophecies that were linked to the Digidestined. Despite the fact that the five Digidestined brought danger into the Digital World, the Digimon began to believe that these Digidestined would truly return to save the worlds.

She was careful about the prophecies, studying them patiently, and created few sons to control the Continent of Server to see if the prophecies were real. If they were real, she will fear the last prophecy, the Last Battle, but if the prophecies were hoaxes, she had nothing to fear.

The first prophecy came true. Eight new Digidestined arrived to the Digital World with special Digivices created by the Unmons and Digimon Guardians to fight against the darkness.

They fascinated her. When they were only normal, active children, she could sense the hidden powers inside them that they weren't aware of. They had the strongest faith she had ever seen, even greater than her Digidestined. As predicted, the smallest one, the Savior, deleted Devimon with his Angel Guardian.

It was expected. Devimon was the weakest of her sons, but effective, at least for a while.

Etemon proved an exasperating failure from time to time. She couldn't believe how idiotic he was. He hopelessly searched for the Digidestined while they effortlessly found their Heart-Crests! She constantly cursed him for his failures. And his singing! He was useless to her, except when he forced the Master to persuade his Digimon Guardian to digivolve corruptly. But that was it. She was inwardly glad when the Master's Digimon Guardian deleted him with the power from the Crest of Courage.

This Master reminded her of the Hunter with the same courage, but more wild.

Her most favorite son was Myotismon. He was like her, patient, shrewd. But he had only one flaw – he underestimated the Digidestined too often. He had a tyrannical control over the Digimon in most of Server, ruling with no mercy. He did have two of the Digimon Guardians under his control for a time. The Digimon were horrified of him, cowered at his name. He could prove her theory wrong that the dark can swallow the light.

Unfortunately, the Digidestined had discovered their crest powers and learned about the inborn natural powers. They could control Nature itself – no Digimon except elemental types could do that. It was something about them that made Daematermon cautious. They were just children with too much power for them to control. But they knew how to control them, like they already knew how. She kept on suspecting that their childish appearances were only a deception.

Myotismon knew about the legend that the children will find their powers through the crests and tried any attempts to steal them. When he failed, he sent several henchmen to make them forget about the powers. It might work, but they were already aware of their powers and used them against him, giving their powers to the Savior. He then used his Life Power to harm Myotismon, but only enough to remind him that the children were not to be fooled with.

Then, something else had caught her attention. Before the children discovered their nature powers, she sensed something that struck a barb of disbelieved fear in her empty heart. She sensed a crest coming to life for the first time in eons. That crest once belonged to her dead Digidestined and it was still alive! She remembered a prophecy that her Digidestined will return in another body and destroy her as it was meant to be. She can't allow this to happen.

She attempted to search for that Digidestined – she wasn't certain if it was a boy or a girl. The crest was too weak to defeat her, but she refused to take the risk to let it regain the power. Somehow, the crest blocked the life force of the Digidestined. She couldn't find the child. She was furious, but as quick as she sensed the crest, it vanished, gone. She wondered if it was only a nightmare.

Now, Myotismon had entered the Human World and could have invaded it with ease if the children didn't follow after him! The children proved a nuisance to him, but she kept cautious of them. The Humans became aware and frightened of the digital monsters, but once again, the Digidestined were able to stop the Digimon before they could do any serious harm. Myotismon searched for the Ninth Child, the sister of the Master, who was supposed to stop him.

The Saint was strong in her power, stronger than any of the Digidestined, bearing the Power of Death, and her Angel Guardian destroyed Myotismon. Daematermon was annoyed that even her most powerful son was weak to them, but still, he had too much persistence to give up. He resurrected himself into his Mega Stage, Venommyotismon.

But she didn't forget about the balance of the light and the dark. When the dark shifted too far, the light just shifted back. The Arrows of Hope and Light gave power to the Master's and Guardian's Digimon Guardians to digivolve into their Mega Stage. Of course, they deleted him.

The children may be powerful, but they didn't know one thing. In the three days they stayed in the Human World to fight Myotismon, she had centuries to raise four new sons without any trouble to keep the Digital World under control. Only one had her favor – Piedmon. The other three sons were brats.

The Dark Masters, as they called themselves, did excellent work to twist the Digital World itself to their likings. She could change it with a swipe of her hand, but she was fascinated at how they used their abilities to mutate the lands to their own tastes and created Spiral Mountain. It was an extraordinary landscape. It appeared to a Digimon that he/she could see it rising from the ground when he/she was really on the mountain. It was baffling to the Digimon. Near the half of the Digimon were brutally deleted before the Digidestined arrived along with the Saint.

Metalseadramon was weak, pitiful compared to Myotismon, but as sadistic. He constantly searched for them just like Etemon while Whamon hid them anywhere he could. He had a hot temper and would wreck everything to get his way. His mania to find them led him to deletion when Wargreymon shredded him into pieces on the behalf of the children's vengeance for Whamon's deletion.

It was clear that the children were seriously loyal, even when they didn't know about it, and would exact any vengeance for their lost friends. Daematermon's caution of them grew.

Puppetmon was worse. He was the baby of the Dark Masters, having a brutal desire to 'play' with the Digidestined. The dolls were her gift to him for seeking their fears and use the fears against them. But his tiny mind wouldn't understand. Instead, he used the dolls to control their bodies, not their minds. The Savior, as he was forced to 'play' with Puppetmon, stole the dolls in order to free his friends.

The Guardian was easily swayed to the side of darkness and was used to battle the Master. Daematermon would be delighted to watch the battle along with Puppetmon, but she then sensed an uncomfortable light presence and stayed clear of it. She recognized it as the Unmon Guardian, and, using the Saint as an avatar, the Guardian took the Digidestined someplace safe so she could explain about the past. She didn't explain about the real past, what really happened in the Digital World, and Daematermon was amused of it because the Guardian was the one who predicted the very first prophecy of the Fallen Digidestined.

Why didn't she tell the Digidestined about it? Interesting.

Puppetmon may be passionate, but he was a whiner. His flaws were that he believed he had 'friends' and expected the Digidestined to obey his orders. Could it be coincidental that the Guardian of Friendship, who had vanished on his own path, appeared to delete him?

Perhaps it was just coincidence.

Oh, must she think about Metaletemon? She just wanted to forget that he actually existed, that aggravating monkey!

Machinedramon might be an excellent Villain, but he just had no brain. He controlled an isolated city with brainless machine Digimon, who had no logic to recognize a spark diesel if it was poking in their eyes. Machinedramon had an eagerness to bomb everything when he pleased to. It could be interesting to watch him bombing something; he was graceful at it, but, eventually, it got boring. The Master and Warder sent his machines on a wild goose race, and then when the Saint glowed with an unusual light, Wargreymon went ahead and deleted him without any difficulties.

She wasn't really happy about it, but she knew the light had balanced against the dark.

Now, Piedmon was a pure Villain with the usual cruelness and slyness, and he did like to play with them. One by one, he sent his magical handkerchief to transform the Digidestined and the Digimon into key chains. He caught sixteen of them, then he battled against Angemon as the Savior and Saint tried to escape on a free-moving rope.

Who putted that rope there, anyway?!

As she was aware of this, the light shifted, and the Crest of Hope glowed for the first time. Mangaangemon, one of the most powerful Angel Digimon, sent Piedmon into a void with no escape.

Apocalymon was not part of herself. He was created by the grief and rage of the failed Digimon who were unable to digivolve and ended up deleting themselves. Why Apocalymon had a strong hatred against the Digidestined, Daematermon wondered. She knew everything about every level of negative emotions, and she snorted at his reasonless wrath. He suffered so much, but he had no one to blame on. He suddenly blamed it on the Digidestined, who had nothing to do about it. Nothing.

Daematermon knew when a Digimon had no reason to be angry with someone who had no role, it eventually failed. It was no surprise that the children deleted him. He was too grieved, confused. His Total Annihilation was too weak to fight against the overwhelming lights of the Digivices.

He was only the cover of the darkness. He was not even a pest compared to her own darkness.

She found that after the battle with Apocalymon, the children didn't leave the Digital World as she thought so. They remained there for a reason, seemed to be trapped. She could have taken the chance to destroy them when their powers were at the lowest from battling with the cover of darkness.

Then a month later, the reason why the Digidestined were trapped arrived in the body of a new Digidestined – the Last Digidestined, the Keeper. How curious that he was called the Last Digidestined, the only one who can get the other Digidestined home? If she went ahead to destroy the Keeper when he had no inborn power, the children would be still trapped, and she might be successful to stop them permanently.

First, she sent Atmamon, a demon Digimon with the only purpose to destroy the boy. She made a mistake. She discovered that Atmamon had the power to steal the souls of the children, and he could have destroyed them with ease. Unfortunately.

The Keeper discovered his Power of Ice through his Crest of Soul and deleted him. He was powerful, yes, but still inexperienced, untrained. He didn't even know how to get home! Because of that, she must act soon to stop them. They were getting too powerful for her taste.

The battles with the Digidestined were her first encounters, and she swiftly learned about their intimate loyalty and treasured love to each other. It was unusual to her because the Fallen Children didn't have such powers like that. They were rather indifferent and forlorn. Perhaps that was why the Nature Children were so successful in defeating the darkness so many times, being so intimate.

After Amayamon touched the Black Lens in the ancient temple (It happened during the reign of the Dark Masters), Daematermon was able to take over her body. As she watched the Digidestined from her hidden places, using her ability to see the fears in them, she discovered an interest in three of the ten children for a reason – their heart-darkness was intense. She may choose few other children, whose heart-darkness was more corrupt, but they already erased the negative emotions, and they were useless to her.

She was interested in three of them, only. She needed the heart-darkness to invigorate her body.

The Seer had deep guilt and shame for her intimate, the Master, the guilt of a death. She may have already cleansed herself of the guilt, but she was still feeling mortified for it.

The Reconciler was once controlled by Myotismon and transformed into the Betrayer to murder the Master. He never forgot the memories, and he kept wondering what if he did murder him. She decided to give him the chance.

The Warder had hidden wrath to prove his strength to all his friends, especially the Master. He was looked upon as a weakling, unable to fight, and he so wanted to prove that he could and can fight.

It was interesting to her that all their negative feelings were targeted to their leader. Was he responsible for this? Must she get rid of him to relieve their rage and guilt?

A Villain would do that, but not Daematermon. She chose to let the Master and the others to live to suffer the loss of three of their friends.

First of all, she sent Medawmon, minor Virus Digimon with one purpose – to mark the trio with her emblem, the shape of a 'V'. She was fond of this Human letter with its ruggedness and the penetrating sound. She created a curse to drain energy from either a Human or a Digimon to restore her own energy. The three children's negative energy rejuvenated her, and she was capable to taint them, making their hearts dark with the negative energy.

Amayamon's twin brother, Akemimon, was alert of everything. He knew about her true purpose, but did nothing to stop her. She knew, as well as him, that even in her weak stage, she had enough power to delete the Ultimate into oblivion.

So Akemimon sought for the seven children's help and warned them about the 'betrayers'.

The Digidestined were also tirelessly persistent. Constantly searching for the 'cure' to the marks, they discovered the Fountain of Purity that was hidden for eons, the Friends of the Stones that were made for the Balance of the Nature in digital data, and the Digistones that were actually their transformed Digimon Guardians. The Digistones had the ability to burn their marks on the children's palms so that they could use their powers easily without having to focus too much.

Also, the Digidestined were digiunited with the Digistones, earning the ability to transform into their natural forms that were linked to their powers. It was never predicted. What was the purpose of this?

Daematermon was so upset, the only time to lose her temper, which she attempted to harm the children by using their negative traits in identical bodies. It did work for a while, so shocked to them that the experiences scarred them forever. But still, they proved a powerful resistance. They were armed with their inborn powers, the purified water that can remove the curse temporarily, and the eternal hope that will never be gone.

The Friends of the Stones and their desire to free their tainted friends forced her to give up Amayamon, leaving her a deformed body, black and ugly, but a body, indeed. It was painful to her, reminding that the light from their hearts were stronger than the light of the Digivices. But now, she had the needed things – the Digidestined's heart-darkness, a solid body frame, and the Black Lens, which she now received.

Her plan began to bloom.

After the children finally departed by the living power of the Keeper's Crest of Soul, there was Diaboromon. It was the first time she wasn't involved in a battle. A young Digidestined in America attempted to create a Digiegg, but every Digimon knew that you couldn't create a Digiegg with the available data. Humans had no knowledge to how to create a Digiegg. Only Digimon can, since the Digieggs were their babies.

She didn't do anything to cause this to happen as a mysterious virus invaded the Digiegg. The Digiegg mutated into Diaboromon, a new type of Digimon, or so that seemed to her. The battle was interesting to her, occurring in the Internet with Time on his side. The Digimon Guardians of the four boys attempted to stop him, but without success.

But something happened. DNA-digivolving was a rare progress, happened only when two Digimon had the same goal in their minds and yearned to digivolve, and their data fused into one. Wargreymon and Metalgarurumon DNA-digivolved into a Mega knight Digimon named Omnimon. Then the Warder slowed Diaboromon down, which gave Omnimon a slim chance to delete him.

She would let the virus be deleted, but she didn't like it when the young Digidestined messed around with her viruses, and she decided to give him a lesson. A lesson in creation. She knew that viruses, much like human viruses, were very difficult to get rid of. There was only one way to delete the virus, and Omnimon wasn't the answer.

She sent the same virus in one of the twin Digimon Guardians of the American Digidestined (He was known as the Judge). For four years, the Judge suffered guilt as he watched Lopmon mutated into a dark, tainted Digimon.

During that time, the Digital World was supposed to be peaceful, but Daematermon was stealthily planning her next strategy.

She was seeking for a wild crest that cannot be tamed for a Digidestined – the Crest of Silence. For some apparent reason, the crest wasn't meant for anybody, not even for Digimon. In a point of view, it was useless. But the Guardians of the Digital World must have known about its hidden powers because they had putted it under crucial guard by one of the rare Digimon. They wouldn't have gone through so much if the crest were useless, would they?

She discovered that the Crest of Silence was like the final crest, the only crest that can cause chaos if it wasn't under control. She needed it to tap in the Black Lens to release the power, much like the Crests and Digivices of the Digidestined. She had searched for the secret place where the crest was guarded, until she found it in a small, almost inaccessible cave in the Grey Spine where the Sunomon Village was settled within. The Grey Spine was the backbone of the Digital World, set in the far north, where the weather was chilly and grey.

No Digimon would expect to find the Crest of Silence in the barren lands, but Daematermon knew better.

The contamination that spread across the Digital World and tainted the Digimon was all her doing to keep the Digimon busy with appalling legends of an incurable virus that 'eats' the data of the world.

The contamination was one of her curses. It can touch any Digimon – Vaccine, Data, and Virus, and became tainted. There was no cure for it. She can control the tainted Digimon, much like Devimon's Black Gears. But she didn't try to control them. She only let the contamination harm them, keep them busy.

But somehow, the Destined Digimon found a peculiar cure. Already digiunited with their Digidestined, the Digimon Guardians were capable to transform themselves into humanoids with Digimon appearances. They were new kinds of Digimon, not actually Unmons, but with their own attacks. Unmons were completely immune to her contamination. Digimon and Humans were vulnerable to it, but the Destined Digimon in their human forms were also immune like Unmons. They can touch the contamination without becoming tainted.

But still, they couldn't stand the foulness and darkness that radiated from the contamination. The contamination was poison to them, even though they won't be harmed. However, only three of them were capable to withstand the poison. They were the Digimon Guardians of the three Digidestined whose heart-darkness she absorbed, they already tainted, but aware of it.

They attempted to find the source of the contamination without fear until they found her in a dark castle that belonged to her favorite son. They were so outraged with her for tainting their Digidestined and vowed to delete her. Of course, they were too weak to fight her without the proper weapon, and instead destroyed the Crest of Silence, the only other object served in her resurrection.

But remember that she was the first evil to be arisen and will be the final evil, and she had experiences to learn from her sons and observations. It paid to be prepared. She had copied the Crest of Silence and deceived the three Digimon to destroy the false copy.

Now that the Destined Digimon, the Digidestined, and her absent sons were out of the picture, she had time to work painstakingly and persistently to perfect the routine of the resurrection. It wasn't easy. She had the Crest of Silence with the power to aid her digivolve into the Mega Stage and restore her solid body. She had the Black Lens that was rightfully her treasure and the source of her darkness. Everything was in order.

While she was working on her resurrection, whole new things were happening. A Digidestined tainted with a Dark Spore had 'discovered' the Digital World. He became the Digimon Emperor. He created the Black Rings, the Black Spirals, and the Black Control Spires. They worked marvelously, but of course, being the creations of a human boy, they were still flawed.

Still, he was successful in enslaving the Digimon in the Eastern Region swiftly and without any difficulties. She was pleased. Who knows that a human would have such a strong pride and haughtiness?

Three new Digidestined heard the cry for help in the Digiworld and stood up for their oath. Their Destined Digimon had a new strategy to block the contamination that would weaken them – with Armor Digieggs. They were very ancient, used in past times to digivolve without using up a stage. Few Digimon were qualified for using Armor Digieggs.

The Black Rings and Spirals cannot enslave the Digimon while they were in the Armor Stages, and the Black Control Spires had no power against their Armor attacks. All she knew was that the Prophet was the one responsible for it. So he decided to fool around with Fate at last.

Then the New Digidestined returned to America to help the Judge battling one of his twin Digimon, Lopmon, who was tainted, mutated into Endigomon. The Brother and Judge discovered the Golden Digieggs, and their Destined Digimon were able to destroy the virus. Lopmon got deleted, but returned back to the Judge. Daematermon had a feeling that he will be involved.

As her resurrection came closer to success, the Digidestined were becoming more alert of everything happening. The corrupt Digidestined returned to normal and joined the group, although he was still haunted by his mistakes. The New Digidestined (with the Savior and Saint as their guides) tore the Control Spires down while they were forced to battle with two Digimon that were created with Human DNA, Arukenimon and Mummymon.

She was loathed with them. They were imperfect, infected with wrong DNA. But they did have one advantage that the full-data Digimon cannot have – they can travel between the two worlds. She mused about this a lot as she observed the battles between the infected Digimon and the Digidestined. She attempted to use Human DNA for her future children to have that advantage.

The infected Digimon used Control Spires to create empty Digimon, a disappointment to her. It was no surprise that the whole strategy was made by a troubled human man. This Oikawa Yukio human was also a Digidestined, the oldest one, but he never knew it. Neither did the Digidestined. He sought to return to the Digital World and stole the energy from human children with the Dark Spores.

She didn't like him. He was worse than the Judge. He messed with the data and infected it with his DNA! She herself planned to stop him at once, but then, she wondered how did he become so troubled and insane that he would do anything to return to her world, not his?

She should have known. He was controlled by her favorite son, Myotismon, who mutated himself into Myalomyotismon with the human's and the Dark Spores' energy.

No wonder she favored him, but still, he didn't learn anything, much to her frustration. He would have success to deceive the New Digidestined with his Mental Illusion, but one Digidestined, the Brother, had no troubles and successfully led the rest out of their own desires. Plus, his Digimon Guardian was capable to digivolve into three different stages!

The other Digidestined took his advice to use their wishes, and soon, twenty different Digimon Guardians attacked Myalomyotismon with all their strongest attacks. They could be successful, but Myalomyotismon was just too obstinate to give up. He sent his own darkness to taint the two worlds.

Again, he underestimated the Digidestined. Hundreds of Digidestined were prepared for this. They gave out their light to purify their Digimon Guardians, and then the light shone so bright that she could sense its power from afar. Imperialdramon easily crushed Myalomyotismon with Darkness Crush. He was gone for sure.

Such this routine was the same as always – light defeats darkness.

But Daematermon refused to believe so. She still had other plans to prove the theory wrong. During the summer after the battle, she finally resurrected into her new Mega body, finally reborn. But she was smart enough not to reveal herself to the Digidestined. She had a lot to do.

She was still weak in strength, and she desired to find the loathed crest that glowed and threatened that her Digidestined will return to end the long-waiting battle. She needed someone to aid her while she regained her strength. She won't make any more mistakes like her 'sons'. She pondered over this to find the perfect son. Then she found him. She had a fondness of him ever since he served Myotismon. He had the slyness, the innocent appearance, and he was perfect.

Demidevimon.

She knew that he was deleted when Venommyotismon ate him, but she was the only one who can resurrect any Digimon at a word. She was able to revive him, but remember whenever a deleted Digimon was able to hatch, he/she would be changed a bit, depending on the attitude or appearance.

Demidevimon looked the same, but he was different in attitude. Before, he was impish, liking to cause misery for the others, but now he was scheming. He had the same mind as hers – he knew that if he became the next Villain, he will fail, but he didn't fear the light no more. All he wanted was revenge on the Digidestined. He was very patient, listening to his 'mother' of her plans, and was willing to help out.

In return, she promised him the power he dreamed of – the energy of all her nine sons, making him more powerful than her. Both knew that he could defeat her if he chose to, but he was loyal to her. He wouldn't try and harm her. He was the only one who respected her.

Daematermon was meant to be the First Evil, the first darkness to be fought by the Children of the Fallen, the one who sent her sons to battle the Children of the Nature, watched as the Children of the Armor restored the Digital World, and she will be the Final Evil, when the Children of the Digital will battle, along with a Digidestined with a sword that will end her darkness.

But it was only the beginning. Or the end? We will see.

To be continued!