Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon Frontier, in any way, shape or form. Its
owned by those wonderful people at Bandai. All I own are my original
characters and the idea behind this story.
A/N I would seriously love to get a lot of reviews, so I can improve and complete this story. I want it to be the best it can be. Peace!
I. I think my name is Takuya.
I don't remember much about myself; even less about my past, all I know for certain is I don't belong. I am not another angst-ridden teen, who believes the world is set against me. No. I know I am alone, that I don't belong. I am the only one of my kind in this world. I have faced ridicule, persecution, even out-right anger and aggression, everyday for as long as I can remember, just for who I am, what I am. The creatures I have met and seen, more often than not will openly attack me without provocation, before I can get a word in sideways. As I said, I am alone.
What 'friends', if that term can be applied, I have made, were alliances formed out of mutual gain and survival. After that, I would be forced to leave, before my erstwhile allies turned on me.
My past, all that I can remember of my former life, comes to me in flashes and blurred images in my nightmare infested sleep. I would wake up, hoping to grasp what little information I had, before it too slipped through my fingers, lost to me again. Some of it, my past, I have managed to gather together. I can remember people I used to know, and other events, though only through brief flashes, and mumbled voices. The most common images I get in my dreams, are of 2 boys, almost identical, but direct opposites; A large, round boy with a big grin; a little kid, with a big hat, staring at me; and a cute, blonde girl looking over her shoulder at me. Snatches of sound sometimes come too, but never enough to identify the speaker. These people seem important, but their identities remain mysteries to me.
The earliest thing I can remember clearly, is waking up in a field swathed in a cloak, with a pounding headache and ringing in my ears. Soon after, I was attacked by an unknown assailant, whom I later learnt was called Monochromon, but again it blacks out and the next thing I remember is waking up again to see Monochromon lying unconscious next to me. A series of events just like the above occurred, have occurred, up until now. I feel like a man being hunted for an unknown crime. And I am hunted by monsters of indescribable size, power and ferocity.
I tell you this, I tell you this because I want to know that someone other than me knew what I went through. The pain, the suffering, and the hope that died. This is how it began.
A/N I would seriously love to get a lot of reviews, so I can improve and complete this story. I want it to be the best it can be. Peace!
I. I think my name is Takuya.
I don't remember much about myself; even less about my past, all I know for certain is I don't belong. I am not another angst-ridden teen, who believes the world is set against me. No. I know I am alone, that I don't belong. I am the only one of my kind in this world. I have faced ridicule, persecution, even out-right anger and aggression, everyday for as long as I can remember, just for who I am, what I am. The creatures I have met and seen, more often than not will openly attack me without provocation, before I can get a word in sideways. As I said, I am alone.
What 'friends', if that term can be applied, I have made, were alliances formed out of mutual gain and survival. After that, I would be forced to leave, before my erstwhile allies turned on me.
My past, all that I can remember of my former life, comes to me in flashes and blurred images in my nightmare infested sleep. I would wake up, hoping to grasp what little information I had, before it too slipped through my fingers, lost to me again. Some of it, my past, I have managed to gather together. I can remember people I used to know, and other events, though only through brief flashes, and mumbled voices. The most common images I get in my dreams, are of 2 boys, almost identical, but direct opposites; A large, round boy with a big grin; a little kid, with a big hat, staring at me; and a cute, blonde girl looking over her shoulder at me. Snatches of sound sometimes come too, but never enough to identify the speaker. These people seem important, but their identities remain mysteries to me.
The earliest thing I can remember clearly, is waking up in a field swathed in a cloak, with a pounding headache and ringing in my ears. Soon after, I was attacked by an unknown assailant, whom I later learnt was called Monochromon, but again it blacks out and the next thing I remember is waking up again to see Monochromon lying unconscious next to me. A series of events just like the above occurred, have occurred, up until now. I feel like a man being hunted for an unknown crime. And I am hunted by monsters of indescribable size, power and ferocity.
I tell you this, I tell you this because I want to know that someone other than me knew what I went through. The pain, the suffering, and the hope that died. This is how it began.