Note: Hello everyone. To my faithful, loyal, readers: I know I haven't updated my stories in a long time, and I haven't abandoned or given up on them. So why am I starting a new story? Over the past years, I have dealt with drama, crises, turmoil, betrayal (I am serious), and trauma that turned me inside out. After an incident early this year in which I was scared I lost a family member, permanently, my brain finally had a meltdown. So I decided to start a new story to renew myself. I apologize for not updating my other stories and I hope you can forgive me.

I do not own Ghostwriter or Digimon; the people who created them did. I hope you do enjoy my latest endeavor. Thank you.

Digimon: Digital Writers

Prologue: Reunited for the First Time

The Ghostwriter Team were happily celebrating that they solved the mystery and the in-fighting between them had ceased. Even Ghostwriter, their supernatural friend, seemed to be partying as well; dancing, as he flew through the air and swirled around the children.

"Can you hear us?"

Ghostwriter froze. For the first time, since he found Jamal, he heard something. However, it wasn't auditory, he heard it . . . through his heart; and it wasn't one voice, it was like hearing five voices speaking as one. Ghostwriter began swiftly changing colors, as if doing it would help him concentrate.

"After centuries of searching, we have found you."

The members of Ghostwriter Team were unaware of what was happening, as the music stopped and they began happily chatting with each other.

"Man, that sounded smoking!" Lenni said as she sat down.

"Yeah, just like us: we solved the mystery, got our dads to make up with each other, and the team's back together," Alex said.

"And we put Calvin in his place again," Tina added with a smile.

"Yeah, poor Calvin," Gaby sarcastically said, and everyone laughed.

"Come on, guys, don't laugh at him. He just wanted Ghostwriter for himself, that's all," Jamal said.

"But he does knows Ghostwriter's name, remember?" Tina said.

"Then it's a good thing that we are together. We can help keep Ghostwriter's secrets," Lenni said.

"Yeah," the other members agreed and began putting their hand in a pile.

"Let's do it," Lenni said.

"Put it there," Rob said.

"Ghostwriter!" they cheered as they lifted their hand in the air.

"We need your help . . . and you need ours. The survival of our world and the world you occupy is at risk. Please, come to us. Let us make you whole again."

As Lenni stood up and began happily conversing with her friends, Ghostwriter felt something: familiarity. These voices felt familiar, and he felt he could trust them, like . . . old friends. Ghostwriter was conflicted. Here were beings who he felt needed his help, and were willing to help him, yet he didn't want to leave his children, who cared about him in words he could never create. The internal conflict was pulling Ghostwriter in different directions, literally.

". . . And Ghostwriter will be our secret," Gaby finished.

"Yeah! All right!" the rest of the Ghostwriter Team agreed. This is when Ghostwriter made up his mind, and reply back with his heart.

"Let me say goodbye to my children," he replied.

"Of course, but you must hurry. We can only keep the portal open for a short time."

Ghostwriter could feel the beings' power almost knocking him back, but instead it made him fade a little. Alex noticed this.

"Hey, what's the matter with Ghostwriter?" Alex said, getting his friends' attention, making them look up and see Ghostwriter.

"Aw, no! He's fading again!" Rob exclaimed.

"I thought we brought him back!" Jamal said.

"Maybe he's just playing," Lenni said as Ghostwriter became stable and floated down, heading for her computer.

"Yeah, against us," Gaby sarcastically said, as Ghostwriter entered the computer. He then began writing to them.

"'Don't be afraid, my children, but I must go,'" Gaby read out loud.

Everyone then raced toward the computer.

"What's he's talking about?" Rob asked.

"Must be some kind of joke," Alex said as Gaby sat in front of the computer and the others stood around her.

"He's probably going out to have some fun, and maybe he'll sneak into a movie, and . . . read the subtitles," Jamal said, attempting to make sense.

"Yeah . . ." his friends reluctantly agreed, until the words began fading from the computer screen.

"It is a joke, isn't it?" Gaby said and then read out loud what she wrote to Ghostwriter. "'You're kidding, right?'"

"'Someone is in danger. I must help,'" Rob read out loud what Ghostwriter wrote.

"I think he's serious!" Gaby said.

"This doesn't make any sense!" Lenni exclaimed.

"It's that worm, Calvin!" Alex reasoned. "Maybe he found out a way to get to him."

"Hold it, guys," Jamal said, trying to reason with everyone. "Let's try to stay calm about this. We'll just ask Ghostwriter to stay. Here, let me try."

Jamal and Gaby switch places.

"Tell him!" Rob said.

"Type 'Please!'" Gaby begged.

"We're a team," Tina pleaded.

'Please don't go. We're a team,' Jamal wrote, hoping these words would work.

"'I don't want to go, but this feels very serious,'" Alex read out loud. "What could be so serious?"

'You would help if you were in my place,' Ghostwriter wrote.

"Of course we'll help somebody in trouble; that's what the Ghostwriter Team is all about," Lenni said.

"That doesn't mean we want Ghostwriter to leave us," Gaby said.

"Quick! Ask him if he's coming back," Tina said.

'Will you come back?' Jamal typed.

'I hope I can,' Ghostwriter wrote back.

Ghostwriter then floated out of the computer and flew around the apartment, gathering letters. When he was ready, he wrote his message.

'Goodbye Team,' Ghostwriter wrote in golden letters. He then swirled around and disappeared.

"Where is he going?" Gaby asked.

"He's abandoning us!" Rob complained, upset and insulted, as he folded his arms across his chest. "Some friend!"

"Don't blame it on Ghostwriter," Alex said.

"He said he'll be with us, always," Tina sadly said.

"We'll bring him back; I know we can find a way," Lenni said.

"But how?" Jamal asked.

No one had any ideas.

Somewhere Else

He watched on one of his screens of his monitors Ghostwriter flying.

"So . . . They have found him," a wheezy voice said. An emaciated hand ran down the monitor that showed Ghostwriter. "This time, you will not escape me."