We were the chosen ones, we were the ones destined the save everyone, weren't we? Chosen by the Celestials themselves, we were told that we would defeat the evil and wicked, with our Digimon partners. We would succeed.
And yet.
Why.
Why was it that some of us ended up partnerless, abandoned without knowledge as to why, as violence filled the field we were in.
Why was it I ended up bloodied and wounded there, why was it that the one who stopped the death blow to me was the one who was said to be one of the true evils in this world.
"You… you are a human, correct?" He had said to me, his feathers softly falling, he was so clearly injured, I could barely see his face. All I could see what an ice blue eye staring into me.
"This is what this world has come to… has it, huh?" He continued, pain in his voice, he seemed so wistful, was this the digimon we were meant to destroy?
"We are both going to die here, sides be damned.. This is what they wanted.. This chaos, its their paradise.." He said, looking into the sky, and I got to see the holes going through his chest from holy arrows and beams, I wondered just how many holes I had been riddled with as well.. I could feel something running down my sides and face, was it blood? Data? How could I know anymore.
"We will die here.. But.. may I ask you of something.." He said, looking at me with sorrow. "Maybe we can give the world… one more fighting chance.."