Chapter I- Capture: 

 The black haired boy stormed down the corridor, ripping his tie off and shoving it in his pocket. He came to a locker, and opened it with extreme force. He looked inside, searching through piles of paper and half-eaten chocolate bars, and finally proclaiming, 'FLAMING HELL,' before slamming the locker shut.

    The rest of the school had already gone home, but Drake had been to see the Head. Apparently there was something wrong with smacking someone in the stomach. Now Pantamon had wandered off and he was extremely annoyed. He came out the front and immediately headed towards the kitchens. Just as he was about to enter Purgemon, the larger, heavier, rookie form of Pantamon leapt out at him, his mouth surrounded by Monday's lunch. 'Drake, you know the food here isn't very nice.'

   'No, Purgemon, it's school lunch.' Drake replied irritably.

    'You okay, Drake?'

   'Got into a fight.'

   Purgemon looked shocked for a moment, and then asked dangerously, 'Did he hurt you?'

   Drake gave him a What-do-you-think stare for a moment, until Purgemon got the message. 'So… why are you angry?'

   'Because, you numbskull, people don't seem to like it when they get their nose rammed into a locker door, even though they started the fight.'

   Purgemon was silent for a moment, and then decided to change the subject. 'Can we go now, I want ice cream.'

   'You always want ice cream… didn't you eat enough in there?'

   'I can't never eat enough. Food is just so yummy.'

   'Okay, c'mon then.' Drake said, turning around and beginning to walk out of the school gates.

~*~

   Five minutes later they were sitting outside the usual café… where they and their friends often came. Drake had a steaming mug of coffee before him and Purgemon was attempting the difficult task of eating ice cream with oversized paws. He finally came up with the solution of placing it in an empty glass and slurping it into his mouth.

   Drake took a gulp of coffee, and then looked around. There was that feeling again. He knew what would happen next.

   'Drake! You will listen this time.' Luster said. 'Listen… it's your last chance.'

   'I've already told you, I don't want to know!'

   'You don't have a choice, Drake, just listen.'

   'Why do you want to tell me anyway?'

   'You need to know.'

   'Why me!?'

   'Because… you are the first…the final… the…'

   'Inevitable… I already know. You've old me about fifty times.'

   'Will you please listen?'

    Drake sighed. 'I don't want to endanger my friends.'

   'Your friends are in danger already. Every human and digimon is in danger already.'

   'I know… I know.' Drake muttered sadly.

   'Will you listen?'

   'Do I have a choice?'

    Luster didn't answer.

   'Fine.' Drake said reluctantly.

   'You are about to hear the truth. Whether you like it or not you will know it and there will be no escaping that. You will have to live with it… if you live through the war.' In a flash of light the pitch-black surroundings changed to white, and Drake and Luster were sitting in high backed leather armchairs, facing each other.

   'Drake,' Luster said, 'everybody has a truth about them that they don't know. Something that is kept secret until they die, and then is used to determine where their soul is sent. There are four places you can go.

   'The first is simple. Most humans easily know it as Eden. It is a paradise, no doubt about that. Just one huge rainforest… fruit that you've never dreamed of growing everywhere.

   'The second is called hell. Much different to what is expected… just pre whiteness…much like here.' He gestured to their surroundings. 'No, this is not hell. In hell you constantly float, unable to move or speak, and there is nothing to see but the white. Enough to drive anyone mad within a few hours.

   'The third is known as the AfterWorld. Your friend, Will has been there I believe. He is one of the few who have been brought back. Tragic story, I must say.'

   'He got over it,' Drake said monotonously.

   'Quite. Yes… the AfterWorld. The afterlife for heroes… and the great training ground. I trained there… marvellous place.

  'And, finally, there is the God realm. This is where human gods, who are now few and relatively weak, and Digimon Sovereigns are. When they send one of there kind down to Earth in a human body… or digimon one for that matter… and they die, they return here.'

   'What exactly are you trying to tell me.'

   'Where do you think you'll go, Drake?'

   'I don't know. Like everyone else… I don't know the truth.'

   'I'll give you a little bit more information, then. To go to Eden… you must have lived a good life. Not committing big sins… just an average human life. To go to hell… usually you must have committed something like murder… or adultery et cetera. Human sins- okay. To go to the AfterWorld… you must have saved someone's life or sacrificed your own life attempting to do so. To go to the God Realm… well, I've already told you, haven't I?'

   'I guess I'd go to Eden, then.' Drake answered.

   'Guess again.'

   'That's the only one that fits.'

   Luster shook his head. 'No… Temet Nosce…'

   Drake awoke. He had fallen out of his chair, and was now covered in sweat. His eyes were wide, and the crowd of people around him was blurred. He could see Purgemon near, and felt his tears dripping onto his cheek. The people were all speaking at once, but one voice in particular caught his attention. 'Drake… Drake are you okay? Can you hear me?'

   He opened his eyes and looked up. A face was easily recognizable as Ash, his two digimon on either shoulder.

   Drake tried to hold back the vomit crawling it's way up through his chest. He breathed heavily, as his mind whirred.

   How on earth could it be true, HOW?! What had he ever done? Maybe he hadn't done anything. But, of course, that left but one option:

He wasn't human.

   He spewed forth his lunch, making the crowd recoil in panic. Everything blurred before him, and he began to feel light headed. The ground seemed to be coming closer again, the hard tarmac warping and twisting. He felt his head touch the ground before passing out again.

   Purgemon yelled in distress. He nuzzled Drake's head with his nose, but he didn't stir. There was a loud bang, a roar of electro-magnetic hover engines, and then the A-Grav tank came round the corner.

       'They've come for Drake!' Purgemon yelled. Ash's digimon flung themselves at the tank, but bounced harmlessly of the hull and had to take cover from the shower of laser pulses. The tank stopped in front of Ash, Drake and Purgemon. A door opened in the front, and men dressed in S.W.A.T.-like clothes holding laser rifles before them exited. Another person came out behind them, and looked Ash in the face. They looked exactly the same, except the newly arrived boy had black hair instead of brown.

    Ash looked at him angrily. He had never gotten over finding out. All those years he had thought that he and Angelo had been twins, and then he found out that Angelo was a digitally enhanced version of himself… a clone.

   'Hello brother,' Angelo smirked. 'You're in the way of my catch.' He nodded towards Drake.

   'Shut it, Angelo.' Ash spat at him. 'Don't you realise that the man you're working for killed our father?'

   'Oh well, never really liked him anyway. I thought you'd hate him, taking your identity and creating me like he did.'

   Ash smirked. 'Yes, I hated him, but he didn't deserve to die.'

   'Who's to say?'

   'Me.'

   Angelo stared him in the face, and then quicker than a bullet hit him across his brow, knocking him unconscious. 'Leave him,' he ordered his men. 'Just bring the other one.'

   The men swarmed down on Drake and Purgemon, and then dragged them onto the tank. Purgemon growled at anyone who went near Drake, and in the end one of the men booted him to the face to shut him up.

~*~

   Perilblade sat in his comfortable chair, staring out the large window in front o him at the open sky. Clouds stretched across it, pouring rain down below. Luckily Perilblade's fleet were high enough to avoid the storm. The convoy was comprised of Zeppelins mainly, with an Airdramon here and there for protection. Perilblade didn't really need it, he had just about every digimon in the digi-world on his side anyway.