Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine.
Is It Really Over
Four Years ago I was one of the eight digi-destined: the second generation of them. There was five before me…us. Then there was eight. Now, again, there is five. One of them is my little, no younger sister. She fights against evil again just like she did when she was part of the eight, with us. She's one of the two experienced members of the new team. A team I'm not part of.
She and her friends go off into the digital world after school each day to fight evil yet again. I can't fight. No I'm more harm than help. I stay behind most of them time to wait. And I'm SICK of waiting.
I want to be out there again, in the digi-wold, but I can't. Not without their help. I have a digi-vice to, but it's useless. A useless digi-vice gets you no where. For awhile, it was useful. Now, it's just a paperweight.
I want to help. Sure, I help a little. I give advice or directions. Who would've thought, me on the sidelines. One of the old heroes. I was the leader. Now there's another. I wasn't ready to step down, but I had no choice. The new leader will learn and grow from his mistakes just like I did. The whole team will. All five of them.
But it's hard just watching. I watched as my friend, digimon partner Agumon be turned into one of the new toys of Ken, the self-pronounced ruler of the digi-world. Agumon attacked me, and I couldn't do a thing. It was up to the new team.
It's all up to them now…
…. But why do I have a feeling that the digi-world isn't done with me or the team yet…