This is my first Digimon fanfic, so I hope you all like it! Please read and review, and I'll update soon, hopefully. Oh, I guess I should do this:
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Digimon (unfortunately), but these characters are mine!
Prologue
It was a destructive night. As four figures stood on a hill under the bright moonlit-sky, a nearby fire raged on, trees turning to black as smoke billowed upwards. Yet, the figures didn't seem worried. They continued to stand, whispering inaudible things while staying completely calm. A caw of what seemed like a bird echoed in the background, but they didn't notice a thing.
"Years have passed," one person murmured, her voice twinkling like bells, "and the light has been protected."
"That doesn't mean," another person continued, this one a man- his voice rough yet young, "that the light will always be safe. The Darkness will return again, and we will not be here to protect it. I think it is time."
The only other woman began to talk, slightly shorter than the others and her voice slightly younger. "The prophecy spoke of a time when we would not be here, and a new generation would come and take our places. Even though it pains me to say so, I agree that our time is finished, at least for now."
The first woman gazed off into the distance, longing in her eyes. As the wind picked up, she wrapped her arms around herself and sighed, defeat finally showing. The man wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, and she breathed a sigh of relief as the warmth enveloped her.
The only person in the group who hadn't spoken was a tall, skinny man, his eyes focused on an unknown object. The first guy looked at him curiously but didn't question anything; he had learned long ago not to. He was so wise beyond his years, and that had certainly saved them many times . . .
Finally, the last man spoke. "The darkness is never really gone. It is still here, lurking, waiting for the right moment to pounce. What if—," but the second woman cut him off.
"As long as there is darkness, there will also be light," she told him, looking at him straight in the eye. "We need to have faith that the future will bring great things."
"And as long as we're together," the first woman started.
"We'll never be alone." The first man gave the woman a peck on the cheek before smiling at the other two. Despite their thoughts, they smiled back, and together the four people walked off into the horizon, not sure what was ahead of them but knowing that they'll be able to face it. After all, if they had survived in this place, then they could survive anything . . .
However, the first woman glanced back quickly, looking at something hidden in her pocket. She gave a sigh before looking up into the sky, where a small creature was flying above, singing a beautiful song.
"Goodbye," she whispered, "Goodbye, Digital World."