Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or anything like that, however this story is my idea, so don't use it.

A/N: Well, here's another story from me, except I decided to do it a little differently. This story is going to be a TakatoXJeri story set in a middle ages type setting, so bear with me as I give this type of story a shot, please? I'll give a list of characters and the Digimon they would be if it were in the digital world (if they represent Digimon) who apear in this chapter.

Raven the priest: Ravenmon

Barbatos the wizard: Barbamon

Megiddo the dragon: Megidramon

That's it for which "Digimon" appear in this chapter, don't worry, more are soon to follow. Oh, and be sure to review, so I know how I'm doing, lol. Anyway, please enjoy chapter 1:

Chapter 1: The Curse

Prologue-Thirteen years before Takato is born:

"By order of his majesty, King Katou, you, Barbatos, are hereby banished from the kingdom of Leoniré, never to return, on conviction of purposefully practicing the Dark Arts. What have you to say?" A priest who wore a black cloak that had black feathers as shoulder accents named Raven read a scroll that was handed to him by the King and declared the verdict on the elderly sorcerer.

"It matters not what I say, I hold myself in contempt for my actions. Your judgment on the matter is kind and just, as always, my lord, King Katou. I take my leave, you shan't hear from me again." The grey-bearded man gave a gracious bow and turned to face his escorts and left. As he was taken away in a prisoner's carriage to the border of the kingdom he could no longer call his home, he thought to himself, "Fools…the honestly they think I'll just let this go by without having my say in the matter? Hah, I'll have my revenge, I swear it. I'll cause them the pain they've given my heart tenfold."

Actual story begins, thirteen years later:

Isamu Matsuki, a local baker, who resided in the village of Rojale of the Leoniré Kingdom, had plenty to be happy about. He just received word while he was at their bakery that his beloved wife, Aimi had finally given birth to their first child, and not just any child, but a son. The Most High had truly blessed his life, he had a loving wife, a booming business, and now, he needn't wait for an heir to all he had, for he was given one, and he was their first born, no less. He closed up shop when he received the news of the happy occasion from the doctor who did the procedure's assistant and raced back to his house, the man who told him following close behind.

He burst through the entrance of his house, out of breath from all the running. "Where his she, doctor? How are they?" Isamu questioned, eager to see his loved ones.

The slightly older man smiled, likely remembering the time he experienced the joy of having a new child, "Mother and child are both in excellent condition, Isamu, oh, and there's no need to call me 'doctor', my friend. You call me by my first name any other time, don't you?"

"Oh, right…I'm sorry, Janyuu. I guess I forgot, what with my son being born and all. Now, where are they resting?" Isamu rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, forgetting that he was indeed close friends with the doctor.

"Oh, it's alright, I wasn't much different when Henry was born a few years ago. Anyway, the two are in your room. You can go see them if you'd like." The blue haired man gave an assuring pat on his friend's back

"Thanks for everything."

"You're welcome, we'll be on our way now, good luck with your new son." Janyuu and his apprentice waved goodbye as they exited the house. With that Isamu walked down the hall way in their meager house and entered into his bedroom. His wife took notice of him coming and gave a tired, yet warm smile.

"He's got your eyes, dear. Oh, isn't he beautiful?" Aimi sweetly spoke in a way that almost sounded like a song, despite the weariness in her voice. Her husband knelt down and took his newborn son into his arms, he was taken in by how innocent the child looked, how sweet, how…"beautiful", as his wife had so expertly put it.

"He sure is, my love. I promise you that I'll be the best father I can be. I'll raise him right, with love, respect, and a strong heart for what is right." The proud father had a look of mixed emotions on his face, it was happy, sad, and scared at the same time, this was because he was just hit with the reality that they were responsible for how this child turned out.

"I promise you that I'll help you to the best of my abilities to reach that goal, Isamu." His wife gently spoke as the two gave each other a hug. "What should we name him?" She asked as she looked down at their sleeping son.

"Let's see…Takato, after your late grandfather. He was a great man."

"That's a beautiful name, dear." His wife gave a loving smile as she fell back to sleep, weary from labor and it being in the middle of the evening. Isamu ran his free hand through his wife's hair, then decided to tuck in his newborn son into the crib like structure he had made in preparation for the new baby that was not too far away from their bed.

Later that night, around midnight, everyone in the Matsuki household was asleep, but as they slept, a mysterious figure showed up next to Takato's crib from what appeared to be from out of nowhere. He was an elderly grey-bearded figure who had a long, black cloak and a sinister staff with a skull at the end of it. It was Barbatos, the old man looked down at the sleeping child, and gave a sinister, wicked smile.

"Perfect, he's the one. So…innocent…so pure, he will do great things if I just let things flow through time. Heh, if I have anything to say about it, he will still do great things, terrible, but great." The old man thought to himself as he raised his staff over the crib and began muttering softly mysterious words from a dark language. When he finished, a red light came from the red orb in the staff and shone on the infant. When the light died, he knelt down to where he could see the child's face better through the barred structure that kept the infant safely within the crib. "I have placed the curse of Megiddo upon you. As you age, the mark of Megiddo will slowly spiral up your arm from one full year that passes from today to the next, until it reaches the top of your shoulder. When it finally does reach your shoulder in roughly eighteen years, you will become the terrible, dark dragon of legend, Megiddo, whenever there is a new moon and lose control of yourself for the whole night, creating a path of destruction and devastation in your wake. Farewell, child, I look forward to seeing how your…future plays out." The old man whispered as he disappeared into the dark night.

A/N: Just ask me questions if it is confusing, I'll be more than happy to answer. The infant Takato has a most vile curse placed upon him, what will happen when the time alloted for the curse to awaken has ended? Find out and please review :-D