This is a translation of my fanfiction I'm originally writing in German and can also be found here, but I wanted to share it with non-german speaking people as well. English is not my first language so I appreciate any helpful hints on grammar or vocabulary mistakes :)
The focus in this story will definitely be Ken's and Daisukes special connection to each other that was also more than visible in the original series. Throughout the story there will be hints of romantic feelings between them, but as this is not going to be the central topic of this story I chose to mark it as Gen, the general connection between those two is more important for the plot.
I just wanted to make sure to warn people who don't like the description of homosexual feelings, but I also marked the two as a couple for this fic, so I think everyone reading ahead will be okay with that.
The other Chosen will also be mentioned in this story and there will be mentions of romantic feelings between some of those as well, but these relationships don't have much effect on the general plot.
This story has an alternate timeline, all events up to the victory over BelialVamdemon will be considered as happend, but everything past this (the second fight with Diaboromon, the drama CD's, Tri and the epilogue of Adventure 02) never happened in this story.
The world to his feet was ruined, they had failed to safe it. Some of them were on their knees to grieve for the fallen, some of them were among the fallen as well. It was a terrifying image, the air still was filled with the smell of a now extinguished fire and somewhere in the distance you could still hear cries full of the pain and agony of those falling next. The world they had known, in its beauty and splendor, no longer existed, was just a memory of the past. All life and color had been taken away from it, only a mixture of gray remained.
The world is as dead as they are… the boy thought, standing on a cliff and looking down onto the fallen world, the world he had ruined. He wanted to cry, wanted to scream… but he wasn't able to. The victims… this is all my fault… if only I would have gone with him. His partner was the first to fall and to let them all realize that this time, there was no return. This time they stayed dead, obliterated, sacrificed. It should have been me, not him…
The boy fell down on his knees, clenched his fists and looked up to the sky. If you would still be here, would I have had the courage to end this? Certainly, there was no answer, the gods of this world had given up on them. In their sight they all were only foreign objects to this world whose fates were no longer important to them. This was their reward for fighting for the sake of this world over so many years, risking their lifes to bring back peace to it. Peace…
Has there ever been such thing as peace in this world? Illusive peace and false hope, that was the saddening reality. And in the end, it didn't even matter, they fought this war for nothing. The darkness finally won, light and hope were killed together in action and drowned to the sea bottom. Since then only disharmony and hatred remained and everyone was fighting for their own sake, alone until the doubts overtook them one by one. What remains, after light and hope have fallen? There's nothing besides darkness and despair...
His hands sank into the ground, there was a thin layer of ash and dust which mixed up with the boy's tears now, finally allowing himself to cry. Their world was lost as well, they already accepted this and were only waiting for their time to finally fall, for their destinies to be accomplished. They had lost everything they've ever lived for: their families, their friends, their partners. There was only one thing he wished for: to go back in time and to not make the same mistakes again then. But that was another illusive hope, there was nothing that could change their destinies.
He stood up and looked down onto the battlefield for one last time. Glanced onto the ones who breathed their last on this ground once again before closing his eyes. He deeply breathed in and out three times. It's over, he triumphed.
The boy went for a short stroll… and the last thing he remembered was falling.
Hello and welcome to my new fanfiction. Those who thought the prologue is a bit to dark or frightening: don't worry, it won't stay this way, I promise :) The idea for this story has been in my mind for a few months now but I never had time to start the writing. So I used the short winter break from university to finally start to sort out my ideas and bring them into a story. Updates here will be more irregular than in the original version, because it takes me some time to translate the story properly. Hope you liked the prologue so far.