Warnings: Spoilers?

1. Coloration

The world beneath their paws is sparkly and new. So fresh. So many babies to hatch, so many patches of land to till and grow on. It spreads out, seemingly into forever.

The Legendary Warrior Spirits float behind five small creatures. They are all weeping a little, the fifth's white paws covering his face as he sobs noisily into the dirt. His yellow friend pats him on the shoulder, tears falling down his face from the slits of his eyes. The other three look at each other with big, worried eyes. Patamon quivers from his spot on the Lopmons head, thinking about words, before the Plotmon pup halts him with a shake of her oversized head. He stops and looks mournfully at him.

"Papa-mom is crying," he points out, just softly enough to avoid being overheard. "It's our fault."

"It's that angel's fault." Her soft, gentle voice is steel. "And they had to go home. Digimon are bad for their world in many ways. They won't be good for ours forever."

Patamon's bat wing ears droop as he shrinks down. She's right. He's been with them the longest. He knows.

"Besides," she continues and she's smiling a little, trying to cheer herself up. "They have lives to live, like we do."

The three of them find themselves drawn to the lion man, who is staring at where the crack had been in space. Lopmon twitches and both Digimon move to place an extra paw (or wing in Patamon's case) on his great brown ears to stop him.

It's that motion that causes him, and the other warriors as well, to look at them with sudden interest. He nods, slowly.

"Then we need to act," Lopmon says with a surprising amount of firmness for his high voice. "We need to help. One more time."

Patamon and Plotmon beam at him and they join their paws in a circle.

Patamon thinks Bokomon lifts his head to look, but soon he can't pay too much attention. The rush of power, the thrum that's helped them all so many times, that's filled them when the right time comes, is here, and it isn't going to wait. So they won't give it a chance to try.

Plotmon throws back her head and howls loud and long, voice taking to the skies, to space and time, as it had done once before. Patamon looks at them both and feels not… not triumphant exactly, but reading. Waiting. Hopeful. He smiles.

Plotmon can't, but Lopmon smiles back at him with pride and joy and delight in his face. For once, it's not directed towards one of them alone. Patamon remembers that, recalls it deep in his heart.

But that time is over. There is a new time now. That is why Digimon hatch again.

Plotmon lets out another howl, this one sad, containing the tears that have been drying on her face. She's been strong without them, or against them, so strong. Patamon listens to her voice as the power flows out and up and far away. It spirals, with love, with everything they have. Soon it will close on them.

And then what?

They're effectively babies. They can't run an entire world. The goddess and her family couldn't run an entire world. The king can't run an entire world.

Sure would be nice if they could help though

The power fades very slowly, leaving the three digimon drooping in the grass. Lopmon murmurs his exhaustion. As adults, they wouldn't feel this. They can't feel this. They need to grow up, and fast.

But where would they start?

A/N: Hey guys! More fun life with Koh. And by fun I mean, Koh is a little snot who I love very much. Let's see him raise some baby digis for a while. Or somewhat baby Digis. This is a Moon interlude too. If you've read through it, you'll probably know who a few characters are. If not, well, meet them here and then go back and read Moon! It's a very exciting story (shameless plug). There are a couple of details relating to my friend Onixflame's ZH universe too, but they are very limited as this is a fic I do not everything about!Anyway, please enjoy and leave a review! I love them so. and thanks so much for stopping by.

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