Digimon is not mine, 'thinking' "talking"
This is my first real fic, I hope you like it
*UPDATED*
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The sunlight fell over the leaves of a sleeping forest far from any human or
digimon alike, except for one lonely being.
Dark hair fell over his face his purple-blue eyes cried their own tears, the
some as his soul, he went in to the forest to view the one thing he wished he
would never have to see.
After a few minutes of walking he came upon the newly felled in hole and the
marker over top: "RIP Child of courage of friendship, here lays are true friend,
Good Bye."
'Davis I should have been the one to get hit not you, you were my best friend
what well I do with out you? I wish you could here Davis, I just want to say I
hope your happy were you are and I hope you get to meet my bother, Good Bye
my friend.'
And with that the child of Kindness turned his back to the digiworld and the
other chosen, never to set foot in the world that had kill off his only best
friends as if they were leaves on your porch in fall.
'Goodbye Davis,Wormmon.'
And with one more look at the grave of his friend, Ken turned and left the
digiworld never to be seen by the other chosen children again.
The only thing that seen his leave was a shimmering white figure hidden with in
the trees,
'Goodbye Ken',
the first figure was soon joined by a second,
"Davis we have to go."
"I know Osamu, I know."
Casting a last look at his best friends dispatcher Davis soon was gone only left
in the memories of his friends and family.
And the forest sleep on.
The War of 3000AC killed many digimon and humans, many friends and family were lost.
Soon after the digital world came to an end, killed of by its own digimon, for they got no longer live with out courage, friendship and kindness.
There protectors lost forever in a blaze of flame, the day knowledge went insane with the lost of both his partner and parents.