Title: Light/Dark/End Of the world?

Author: No heart to follow

Summary: Takeru's having nightmares. But it's impossible to figure out what they're trying to tell him when he can't even figure out which side is good and which is evil. Might be yaoi, I don't know yet.

Disclaimer: Don't own digimon. Sorry…

Chapter: Prologue

They were walking. Boys and girls, to many to count. Following a large green digimon.

I know him…That's Ogremon!

Yes, he is leading us.

Leading us where?

To our destiny.

They were in a cave- a tunnel of sorts. Walking slowly, as if through water. All of their eyes glazed over, almost like they were in a trance.

I can't stop walking, what's going on!?

Why would you want to stop?

…I don't know. Don't you see that there's something not right going on here?

…

The Ogremon seemed either not to notice or not to care about the children's presence. He didn't have with him his trademark bone-club. On his arm was a strange golden metallic weapon that ended in a claw like clamp of sorts. They came to a widened out are in the tunnel and Ogremon stopped abruptly, staring at something ahead. They saw it, too. Another group of children, led by a large anthromophic lion. There was an unsettling feeling rising from both sides.

What's wrong? Why is Leomon here?

We have been brought here for a purpose.

What's up with you're voice? You sound different now.

We were brought here to fight.

As if those words had been the magic switch, the two opposing sides charged one another, Ogremon and Leomon meeting in the middle, while the children fought one another. These weren't children anymore, they were warriors, fighting to the death.

What are we fighting for here?!

They fought back, it's war!

But…

Quiet. Fight for our purpose! Destroy the enemy.

What is our purpose…?

Rage consumed all in the cave. The battle wore on with both sides giving their all. It seemed as though neither side could gain the upper hand. They found themselves near the two fighting leaders, fighting one of Leomon's followers, desperately trying to extinguish the flame of the other's soul. They had the opposing warrior pinned beneath them, the enemy's features didn't register in their brain as they prepared to make the killing blow. A strange sound caught in their ears, like someone shoving their fist into a deep pit of mud. All eyes turned to the digimon leaders. Ogremon's golden weapon was clamped onto Leomon's head, it's claws piercing his skull and driving into the brain tissue. Blood flowed freely down the digimon's arm. With a loud sucking sound he removed his clawed finger's from his rival's head. Leomon fell to a heap on the ground, his eyes cold and lifeless.

Yes! We destroyed the enemy!

…

Quick! Kill this one and then exterminate the others!

Takeru shot up in his bed, earning a shout of protest from the Patamon next to him. He didn't pay any attention to that, his heart was beating wildly and he was covered in a cold sweat. He tried desperately to remember the details of his nightmare. He'd been actually sharing a body with one of Ogremon's 'warriors'. As far as he could tell she was completely insane. He hadn't been able to control a single move he'd made throughout the dream, but by the end of it he was actually starting to enjoy the fight. He shivered, what had happened after Leomon had died? Had he killed the other kid? Had he refused? And what had the fight been about in the first place…?

"Takeru," Patamon looked up at his partner, realizing that the blond was shaking violently. "What's wrong?"

"Something really bad is about to happen, Patamon." He managed to croak out.

And he didn't know how right he was.