Author's Note: Hi guys! This is the prologue to a new digimon OC fanfiction that I will be writing. It's a big project of mine, and I would apprecciate any support. Be warned that the digi-destined and all major digimon/characters will most likely be OCs. I try to describe them as best I can, but I will also try to draw them and post them on a deviantART account if I can. If I do, I will make sure that you guys know and will post the link. Thanks, and enjoy.

Prologue

The Digital World was peaceful for once.

It was a nice change from the ceaseless war cries and blood-shed that the digimon had grown accustomed to. On most days, you could physically see the dispersed data, meaning that yet another digimon had died that day. All of the resources that kept a digimon alive: food, water, and shelter, had forsaken them, and had dissappeared to the depths of the Digital World, which left scarcely any on ground level. There was no such thing as a cloud that wasn't black, or a forest that wasn't made out of dead, withering undergrowth. Life seemed to drag on in black and white.

All of this caused the digimon inhabitants to live in fear, just thinking of wether they were going to survive the next hour or so. Because all the things that made anything worthwhile had disappeared from life itself. Nowhere was safe.

Centarumon, however, still remembered the days before the Dark Mist had made its grand entrance into the Digital World,

It is not the time to reminisce.

Centarumon was on an important mission, and he could not forget what his target was. If he failed, then the digimon would soon die out, and the world he loved would be doomed to non-existence.

As he walked past the leafless trees that that had once been the pride and joy of File Island, he heard something that made him start. He took a few steps backward, his eyes glued to an area of decaying bushes, which rustled slightly.

"Who goes there?!" he demanded, his arm ready to burst out an attack at any moment.

"Don't fear, it's only me."

A red head popped out of the shadows, followed by a short body and nine tails. The digimon was completely red, with purple markings decorating its legs and back. Its tails were like peacock feathers, and his paws finished off in long white claws.

Centarumon instantly relaxed. It was just Elecmon.

"Are they ready?" he asked, paying attention to his surroundings. The Dark Mist had taken a break for now, but there was no telling when it would arise again. The last thing they both wanted was for it to learn of their plan.

Elecmon nodded. "We better get there soon. Leomon and Andromon can't hold off the Black Mist for long if it decides to strike."

"Agreed."

They pair traveled together in silence through the forest. They wanted to stay alert, and they didn't want to attract the attention of the wild digimon roaming the wild.

The forest soon ended, opening up to a clearing where children's toys lay broken on the floor, their pale gray color making it look unappealing. Empty cribs littered the grass, and the mood was dark. The place that had welcomed so many new digimon into their new home, was shattered.

Elecmon gave a shuddering breath before leading Centarumon across.

Centarumon felt pity for his friend. Elecmon used to be a very happy creature, caring for the fresh digimon until they digivolved to their In-Training forms. He had enjoyed every second of it, but when the Dark Mist showed its face, the land had become rotten, and less and less digimon were born, until none were left.

Nowadays, if a digimon died, they didn't come back.

Elecmon showed the way to a large toy block, then pushed it aside a portion to reveal a damp tunnel underneath. The smaller digimon had his comrade pass through, closed the gap, and lead the way once more.

The air inside the tunnels was musty and almost suffocating. Centarumon himself had a little trouble breathing as Elecmon weaved down several different tunnels, not bothering to check if Centarumon was even following.

Finally, Elecmon stopped. One of the tunnels had opened up so that there was plenty of space to move around. In it were Andromon and Leomon, who were gazing intently at ten digi-eggs wrapped in their own little blankets to keep them warm.

Leomon was a beast type digimon, and it was obvious why others would call him the king of the jungle. He was broad and strong, and his long mane just added to his elegant features. He always had a sword in a sheath which was attached to the back of his black pants. He also wore a red necklace and had big feet, the only thing that made him appear odd.

Andromon was different. He was a machine type digimon, which mostly meant that metal covered the majority of his body. He had various gears all around, and one of his feet was pink and bony, with black claws at the end. For the most part, he resembled an experiment gone wrong, but his heart was always in the right place.

The pair looked up from their previous occupation to greet them.

"Centarumon, good to see you again," Andromon said, his metallic voice echoing throughout the room.

"Quiet down, Andromon. We musn't be heard," Leomon instructed as he offered his hand to Centarumon.

The centaur digimon took it, then got down to business as he redirected his eyes to the eggs in the center of the room.

"Those are the only ones left?" he asked with a tone of sadness. He was certainly expecting more.

Elecmon sighed. "I'm afraid so. I waited for days, but those were the only ones that came through. These are the last digi-eggs the Digital World has to offer."

Leomon's eyes turned into slits. "You mean, that there won't be any more?"

Elecmon shook his head. "The only way there will be is if the Dark Mist is defeated. Otherwise, all types of digimon will be wiped out."

The room was quiet for a moment, then, Centarumon clapped his hands together and said, "Let's get a move one, shall we? We need to transfer the eggs to my hideout. This place is no longer safe enough."

"Huh?" Andromon puzzled. "But yor place is far more exposed. Wouldn't it be better to keep them here?"

"No, if the Dark Mist ever decides to attack, there will be nothing to protect them. During my recent research, I've come across a virus protection program. Assuming what we're up against is a virus, it should give us some good security for at least a few months. Just enough to have the eggs hatch and get some proper training into them," he answered.

"You were taught well," Leomon reflected.

Centarumon had always been gifted with knowledge. He could find out about anything in both the Digital and real worlds without moving from his comfortable home. It was a virtue that Leomon sometime's wished he had.

"However," he continued, another thought creeping into his mind. "What if the Dark Mist isn't a virus?"

Centarumon stared intently at the ground. "Then all is lost. If we stay here, we are in danger, but if we move, we still have a chance."

The digimon silently agreed on Centarumon's theory, then proceeded to make an official transfer plan.

Before they could get very far though, the sound of paws alerted them.

At the entrance to the tunnel, another digimon skidded to a halt.

"The Dark Mist knows! He's coming!"

The speaker was LadyCoyomon, a coyote-like digimon. Her pelt was the color of sand, with the exception of her paws and her two tail tips, which were a shade of soft purple. She had a long snout, and large pointy ears that caught every sound within a mile. A purple bandanna was tied around her neck, and a square, silver earring glimmered in her left ear.

"What?!" Elecmon jumped to his feet.

LadyCoyomon nodded. "He's coming! I was barely able to escape. My brother..." her voice choked, her eyes filled with grief. "He wasn't so lucky."

The rest of the digimon sprang into action.

"Get the eggs!" Centarumon directed, grabbing a pair, and putting one in each side of the two-sided satchel he had on his back.

Leomon and the others did the same. LadyCoyomon took one in her mouth, as she had nothing else to carry it with, and Leomon and Andromon each took another. Elecmon took one in his mouth, and had Leomon put another on his back, his tails pressed against it so that it wouldn't fall down.

Before the other eggs were retrieved, an attack shook the ground, making Andromon drop his egg.

The earth ceiling of the tunnel began to crumble, and soon, a large chunk fell off on three of the eggs.

"No!" Elecmon screamed, his hard work for nothing.

"We have to leave with the eggs we have. Go!" Centarumon commanded, letting Elecmon show them the way out.

"Wait, what about Andromon?" Leomon pointed out.

Andromon was stuck in some of the dirt that had fallen. He was slowly wriggling free, and his egg was still on the ground beside him.

"Don't worry, I know my way out. Go ahead, I'll catch up," Andromon instructed.

Leomon wanted to object, but Centarumon's stare stopped him. He knew that there simply was no time.

The group sped up, Elecmon barely able to run fast enough so that he wouldn't get trodden over by the much bigger digimon. Once they were out of the tunnels, Elecmon's ears dropped and his eyes widened in terror.

"I left an egg down there! When I screamed I dropped an egg!" he exclaimed, trying to get down the hole again.

"It's too late! We have to trust Andromon that he'll find it," Leomon objected, pushing Elecmon away from the tunnel entrance. "Now, stay close to me."

Leomon unsheathed his sword from its scabbard and held it up threateningly in front of him before running at full speed towards Centarumon's hideout. The rest of the group followed closely behind, checking behind them a couple of times to make sure they weren't being followed.

All seemed well at first, but halfway to their destination, a black fog could be seen gaining on them. Andromon was nowhere in sight.

As soon as the Black Mist was in sight, wild digimon appeared in their path. Their eyes were all black, even the digimon who would otherwise be peaceful. They were now under the control of the Dark Mist's power.

Leomon sliced away at them with his sword. The Dark Mist was toying with them at this point. The digimon he put in their way weren't even defending themselves. They were only slowing them down and wasting their energy.

"Fist of the Beast King!" Leomon shouted, an orange beam in the shape of a lion spurting out of his fist.

Elecmon joined in as well. "Sparkling Thunder!" Many smaller lightning bolts shot out of his tails, striking a nearby Floramon, who was thrown aside instantly.

Centarumon and LadyCoyomon decided to conserve their energy in case they needed it later. The Dark Mist was getting closer, and who knows what was in store for them if it did reach them.

"We're almost there!" Centarumon announced. Only a couple more minutes and they would be there. Hopefully, they wouldn't get into anymore trouble.

The Dark Mist was only a few yards away, and the digimon kept blocking their path. There was no way they were going to make it.

"LadyCoyomon digivolve to... RenegadeRenamon!"

Thank goodness for miracles.

LadyCoyomon was now much bigger. She was a dark purple color, with a white underbelly and paws. A white bandanna tied around her face so that it covered her muzzle replaced her purple one, and she had grown an extra tail. To her enormous delight, she could now stand on only two legs.

With one egg under one arm, she raised the other one and yelled, "Sandstorm!"

As implied, a sand storm fell upon the Dark Mist, which writhed in the air. While it was blinded, the group made their way past the remaining digimon goons and into a secret passage on the side of a mountain.

The cave was much smaller than anticipated. There was only three rooms: the main room, where all of Centarumon's gadgets lay on large tables and big screens, a smaller room, presumably for him, and another one about the same size, which was decorated like a nursery.

"We made it!" RenegadeRenamon exclaimed, planting her egg rather forcefully onto a table.

"We must not get exited yet," Centarumon warned. "We're not out of danger quite yet..."

The cave fell silent. No one dared to even breath. Gradually, the time passed, and it was until an hour later, that Elecmon proclaimed it safe.

Andromon never arrived.

Elecmon made himself and the five eggs comfortable in the nursery, making sure that each one was warm and unharmed before tucking them in into a separate crib. Quite a few remained empty.

"You really take this seriously, don't you?" RenegadeRenamon watched from the door.

"Of course I do," Elecmon snapped, angry at himself for letting half of his eggs be left behind. "They represent the Digital World's future."

Elecmon curled up on a few blankets on the floor, yawning.

"Without them, there is no future."