The strands of fate are long and winding, and after a mysterious explosion, caused by terrorists, or a climactic battle of unknown creatures, eight children became caught up in the fight of their lives. Joined by mystical little creatures, called Digimon, they fought against several immensely powerful creatures, including Myotismon, Peidmon, Apocalomon, and, worst of all, Malomyotismon.

Now, we shall pass along the torch, and see what the newest digimon shall do….

"I have found them." came a ghostly voice, drifting out of the oppressive darkness.

"Really? Show me," said a dark figure, enthroned upon a dark throne.

A small screen popped into view, casting it's pale light into the room, but sweeping around the throne, and it's occupant. On the screen was a huge crowd, pressing forward, and backwards, going about their busy lives. The boy, on the verge of a man, would have been impossible to spot it not for the pale blue aura about him. His digivice swung at the waist of his shorts, and he wore a pale blue muscle shirt. Beside him walked a digimon, about 4½ feet tall, with solid blue-plate mail, minus the shoulder plates and thigh guards, trimmed in silver. A cape of the same colour scheme, long enough to stop just above his ankles, flowed behind him. On it, was a stylized cross, with four triangles pointing towards the centre, with the fat parts on top. Strapped to his waist is a sword sheath, complete with the sword. It is, to a creature of that size, a long sword. He wears blue and silver greaves, and gauntlets of the same colour. His face is unmasked, and it reveals an aquiline nose, piercing red eyes, and a straight, serious mouth.

"You are sure they are the ones?" asked the figure.

"Yes Sire. All is according to legend."

"The others?"

"Still nothing, Majesty."

"Very well." The figure stood, and moved closer to the screen. His throne became visible, though he did not.

"Test him."

Gerad and Bushinodamon were walking around town, oblivious to the fact that they were being watched.

"Well Silver, what today?" Gerad asked Bushinodamon, calling him by his nick-name, Silver.

Silver responded in his normal, deathly quiet voice, "I don't know Gerad. We have no school, so maybe the Library?" Digimon now attended school with their partners, if they wanted. Some were to big to fit in the classroom, and others, normally Virus-types, didn't like learning. Silver was an exception. He loved learning, and would spend almost more time at the school then Gerad.

Gerad was about to respond, when a wall to their right, across four lanes of heavy traffic, exploded outwards. They turned, stunned. A huge, two headed, blue-furred, eight armed, digimon stood there. Gerad snatched his digivice, trimmed in a royal blue, and scanned it.

The computerized voice reported, - Metamon. Champion Level. Data-type. Dual-Elemental. Attacks: Freeze Fist, Lightning Blast.-

Silver stepped in front of Gerad, drawing his sword. His red eyes flashed, and he prepared himself. "Ready Gerad?"

"Let's do it." Gerad smirked. "It's time to Digivolve!"

Silver also smiled. "I thought you'd never ask." He swept his sword up, and it intercepted the beam of light, spreading it over his body.

"Bushinodamon, digivolve to….Ninjitorymon." he said, digivolving. Now, Silver had a loose karate gi, with a light katana. His face was covered, showing only the eyes. He was about five feet tall, and ready to rumble. He stood from his now kneeling position, and aimed his sword. He didn't say a word, but in the three previous digivolutions, he hadn't either. Metamon charged, and Silver leapt high over the traffic, Metamon, and landed lightly atop of a light post. Metamon spun with amazing agility, and roared, "Freeze Fist!" as he punched it. It crumpled to the ground, sheeted in ice. Silver landed behind Metamon, his sword flashing in the air.

Seconds later, Metamon's data had been absorbed by Silver.

***1½ hours later***

Gerad lay on his bed, awaiting the call to supper. Silver was, as normal, under his bed, also patiently waiting. No matter what Gerad said, Silver refused to sleep on a cot, or mattress, or anything. He liked the floor. His sword was leaning in a corner, and he was a rookie again. Gerad thought back. He had received Bushinodamon years ago, after, just after, Malomyotismon had been killed. He was on of the captured kids, and as such, knew all the digidestined on a first-name basis. His first battle, merely seven hours after Dendoritmon had digivolved to Bushinodamon, was against a raging Candlemon. Then, against Kuwagamon, and Ninjitorymon had appeared. Then, Monochromon, and Drimojimon together, followed by an insane Greymon.

His mother called supper, and the two left the room, ignoring the suddenly flashing Digivice left on the desk…