I was four years old when I awoke in the Digital World, hugging the Yukimibotamon that would end up my best friend and partner, BlackGatomon.
I was quickly taken in by the Dark Masters, and practically raised by Piedmon.
He raised me as both his dark Chosen, but also the Dark Mistress, the only human and only female of the Dark Masters.
He kickstarted my magic power, allowing me to create a magic and battle technique all my own.
That magic took me four years to master. I was eight.
Once I mastered it, Piedmon awarded me with something the other Dark Masters had.
An army. He called it the Army of Willpower, due to the crest he knew I had.
And then, a year later…
The Adventure Began.
I'm not sure if I was ready, emotionally or otherwise, for this path my life was taking.
Even now, looking back on it all, I'm not sure I wanted this life. I love the friends I made, and everything…
But these tears, as I write this for you all to hear, shouldn't have been shed.
The tears that weren't mine.
The tears my friends shed for me…
And the tears I shed for them.
Looking back on my past, just makes me more excited.
This past, at least.