This will be in three chapters, basically a Prologue, Story and Epilogue. I will post one each week. I'd love to hear your feedback as you read, so please review.
Summery – Since I was four years old, I've experienced a lot of things, including the death of a hero.
Disclaimer – I do not own Digimon. Very simple to understand, for me at least.
Since the time I was four years old I've seen and experienced a lot of things that maybe the normal kid you meet on the street wouldn't. I watched my parents break up an event that caused me to be torn away from my older brother, the person that I look up to as my hero, friend, protector, role-model and everything else.
I remember the funerals of three of my four of my grandparents, as well as the funeral for my youngest cousin and eldest uncle. I was one of the kids to pick on my first few years of school, something that was especially hard when I remembered that my brother had promised he'd always be there to protect me. The phone calls we were able to make did little to fill the empty place inside either of us.
All of these events occurred before I my seventh August. That August I both experienced the loss of part of me and gained more then I could ever express. That August was the month that I met Patamon for the first time and really began to grow up.
To say that our year in the Digital World was hard would be a huge understatement, but we turned out better for it. Getting separated from everyone you know and having evil creatures out to get you can be a bit intimidating, and for the first part I didn't change much. I was still the crybaby I'd been the first day we came here.
That changed that day I lost my Digimon. It doesn't matter that he returned shortly after, I still felt the sudden emptiness inside of me when he disappeared. I guess it was my fault in part; I kept relying on the others to do all the fighting, especially my brother. When all of them were down, I just stood there trembling. To my credit, I didn't run away, but I didn't do anything else either. Then when Patamon protected me, digivolved for the first time and then disappeared … I realized that I needed to grow up. I wasn't about to let that happen again and that promise has fueled me for the rest of my life. I got a glimpse of why my brother did what he did in relation to me. I respected him all the more for it.
As the rest of the summer past I experienced too many events to recount here, but it's sufficient to say that the eight of us chosen by the digital world felt like soldiers returning home from war by the time it was all over. Being separated from out Digimon was a hard blow to take, and if it hadn't been for each other we wouldn't have made it through the next few years.
Everything began rolling again when we were recalled in to the Digital World again. This time it was to fight one of our own, a human that had been corrupted. When we finally won him over, it took me a while to trust him but he's now a solid rock in the turbulent sea of our life.
Somewhere deep in my heart I pitied him. He'd lost both his brother and his Digimon, Even I couldn't imagine that. Until now, and now … I understand it all to well.
TBC …
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