Digimon Adventure: Key to the Dark World

by Kenliano

A Digimon with who grew up happily on an island suddenly finds himself confronted with the question of why he exists. His new human partner is taken to the Digital World, where they both inadvertently solve that riddle, and save the world in the process.

1. Prologue

There was a lot of mystery involving the tiny digimon known as Porpamon.

First, his digiegg was found underwater, of all places; a long distance away from the region's nesting place. An Ebidramon found the blue and white digiegg and brought it to the beach of her island home.

When the egg hatched, the second mystery showed itself. Ebidramon and her Gomamon friends had never seen a Bubblemon before. And then, as the small blue digimon grew, they found that he was truly one of a kind. Neither Dorsamon nor Porpamon, the child form he eventually became, was known by any digimon they asked.

That wasn't so strange in itself, though. V-mon, one of the digimon from the Eastern Digiworld, had also been the only known one of his kind when his human found him. They were far more concerned with whoever would be so cruel as to leave a defenceless digiegg all alone underwater. At least, as a water-based digimon, Bubblemon would have been all right had he hatched underwater. But who took the digiegg there, and why?

And so, Porpamon grew as a happy digimon, with friends and family. The mysteries did not concern him much. But it was as he played with his Shakomon friends beneath the waves that he happened upon something that could cause that to change.

"What's that?" he asked, mostly just speaking aloud, but the group of clam-like digimon with soft green bodies in pink-and-black shells all turned to where Porpamon was looking.

The marine mammal digimon's fins propelled him towards the object. As he moved past the underwater boulders and small cliffs, he realised that he was moving closer and closer to where Ebidramon had told him she had found his digiegg. The white-and-blue object that glimmered in the midmorning sun was half-buried in the sand.

"What is it, Porpamon?" one of the Shakomon called. They weren't as mobile as he was, and their yellow eyes peered intently after Porpamon.

But before he had the chance to answer, the unexpected happened. And in an instant, all the questions that Porpamon had pushed aside consumed his mind. With his eyes shut tight, the thought violently echoed through his consciousness:

What am I?