A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a story, let alone fanfic so please be a little considerate. I am not very good in writing stuff so please don't mind the writing part. My linguistic skills were never at par with my imagination and I have always been too lazy to develop my vocabulary. You can consider me more of a story-teller than a writer. I hope the current set of the words known to me are enough to do full justice to the story which I am going to present. I wanted to write this at any cost as this story has been stuck in my head for a past few years and has been dying to get out to the people around me.
Let me tell you that if you think DIGIMON is some childish crap, then you are living with a big misconception! Read this story and you'll realize that.
Generally fanfics are addressed to the fans having a general idea about the theme. But since this is a prequel to the Digimon series, even the people having absolutely no idea about the Digimon universe and related concepts will enjoy it immensely. Just consider it as another science fiction story and read on.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Digimon.
MOTIVATIONS
I have always been a great fan of Digimon. The Digimon realm forms the basis of this story. Certain concepts in the story may resemble stuff from the DBZ, Full metal Alchemist, Death Note, Berserk, Area D inou Ryouki, Code Geass and Naruto universes. It may include a bit of Computer Science jargon. But it won't be much trouble as I have taken care to provide relevant explanations for every phenomenon taking place in the story.
A boy from Manchester
Twenty years before the eight Japanese kids set out for their adventure with Digimon and the digital world, this world of ours was still ignorant about the vast parallel universe connected digitally to it. The world went on as normally as it could and for a certain boy from Manchester, Spenser Stratford, none of that was of any importance. His day would begin by the beeping of the alarm clock and would end with a dreamless sleep. What he did in between was just an assurance of the fact that he was alive. He had no friends for whom he really cared about. He was a seventeen year old Secondary schooler with no dreams, no goals and no life; but a mere existence...
This green eyed British teenager lived in a high class mansion in Manchester with his ever busy and filthy rich step-father whom he hated more than anyone else in this world. His step-father provided him with all the money he would ever need but never even spared even a moment to speak to him. This had been the case ever since his mother died when he was eight years old. They spoke only when they quarrelled over petty issues. He was both sad and angry, but he never expressed either of these emotions, maintaining a constant spiritless look on his face.
Spenser, a sixth form student, came home from the boring day at school and turned on the Television as usual. The news channels showed all sorts of anti-social stuff going around. Robberies, Murders and what not! "Ah! This world is rotten..." was all he managed to say.
He was tired of all the loneliness in his life, the frequent brawls with his father and the boredom he faced. It was as if he was living in a loop.
Well, this loop was soon going to find an end. He was destined for something huge, interesting but simultaneously something very dangerous, something that would involve not just this world but the entire universe and beyond!
…..To be continued
