Disclaimer: As I am a writer, just like everyone else, the same rules for everyone else and the rest of my stories- I do not own digimon. I own a few characters that shall seem unfamiliar to you, if so they are my made up characters and you can find out about some of them in other stories I am writing or may write in future, which may appear at some point it the future. Also I don't Own of the Songs that I'll recommend, I like to recommend songs that you might listen to whilst you read this, I don't own any of them!, Also if you don't think the song it appropriate, do tell me.
Also, it does help if you read this slowly, rather than quickly, as I like to build up momentum.
Recommended Song: In The End - Linkin Park
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Data, on its own it is something completely harmless, just a fragment of information floating in the endless reaches of cyber-space, over the decades, centuries and sometimes even millennia Data begins to band together, to form shapes, to build new places or even create life itself. (Masterpiece!)
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BOOM! , lightning flashes overhead, lighting up the whole area, in a vast illumination, on a hill, not so far away stood two figures, the wind began to pick up, and it started to rain, the rain became heavier and heavier and yet still the two figures stood there, one with his head bowed low to the ground, as if in shame, the other had his head held high as if expecting something, the lightning flashes again revealing a huge creature looming over them, like a massive wave, its eight red eyes clearly visible against the darkened sky, then a voice is heard, the very voice of evil itself, full of hatred, malice, desperation and despair, screaming for all to hear. "Oratio Grandioloqua"
London, England. 1 year prior
"Dong"
As the final knoll on the great bell, Big Ben, struck people began to file out of the various office blocks, shops, and general businesses all began to go home, some by train, back to their homes in the north or south, some by car, to their flats or houses near by, and some headed to Heathrow airport, to make flight to foreign countries for scheduled, important meeting or a relaxing holiday, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
But that was all about to change, well at least for one person…
If you'd passed him walking down the street, you would have thought him no different to every other adolescent in Britain, his name was Alex, and as far as he was concerned, he was just a normal kid, in a normal world, leading a normal life. He went to school, he spent time with his family, and he hung out with his best friend, a normal life something that was going to change forever.
Alex was having a bad day, not like this was not usual he just did not understand, at one point he had been doing really well top of his class for all his subjects and never behind on his work, but now for some reason he felt like he was missing something in side him, something that could not be replaced. As he sat on the train, the train that was taking him back to London, so that he could, like he had done every weekend for the past year, go and visit them in their house in London, he had done this train ride dozens of times before, and yet this one felt different, he stared out the window at the bleak weather, wet miserable and typical, as he continued to stare out of the window, the train reached a tunnel and began to pass through it, then he felt very strange, as if an odd sensation was washing over him, like he was no longer solid, then he saw it, a huge silhouette of some creature long forgotten by Time and Space, it opened what appeared to be its mouth, and spoke with a voice that resounded with wisdom and power.
"Once again the destined doth gather, and among us they shall once again walk, like it once was. Until then, take this, with all of our prayers, and hope, from both Worlds!"
He took Alex hand in one hand and with his free hand, traced a strange insignia on the back of his hand, it curved from the base of his thumb, to the base of his little finger, it looked like a medal of some-kind, with a small sun at the top, and it seemed to shimmer in the strange slight that surrounded this being, then it was over.
Alex was brought awake at this sound of the train stopping, he glanced at the station sign "Oh, God I thought I'd missed my stop then", he got up slung his bag over his shoulder and moved to push the open button, and almost colappsed, on his left hand, the symbol was still there.