Hi there, so somehow the DFC is encouraging me to write, so write I will do! This is written for the Next Gen Boot Camp using the prompt 'experience'.
'You are experienced' The voices would tell Makoto Takaishi when she asked why she had been made leader of the new DigiDestined group, because the thought honestly puzzled the girl. But the voices also made sense. She didn't even remember what the human world looked like nor did she remember her parents. She knew their names. Digimon in this world would mention them. Takeru Takaishi. Mimi Takaishi. Parents who had probably never even bothered to look for where their daughter went. Ironic, that she was supposed to lead a team of people who had once abandoned her.
"Mako, are you alright?" Her partner Lopmon would ask her. Lopmon, the one creature who understood what she was feeling without her having to really say anything.
"You already know the answer to that, Lopmon," Makoto's reply was soft, not irritated in any way and it seemed like she had almost smiled, something she never did.
"The devil requires them to be here," Lopmon simply said in reply. "Will you go back to his side or help those who abandoned you?"
Makoto was tempted to say the former, she was stronger now than she had been before, however what she wanted never really mattered. She tugged on a lock of her blond hair. "I'm the leader of the new DigiDestined. The devil must be put down. Tell Angemon and Kabuterimon to get the portals started."
Lopmon simply gave a nod, hurrying off. It was only then that Makoto darted her blue eyes to the hilly greenery ahead. She didn't care about them. Nor them nor the ones she had to lead. But the Digital World never really asked her for her choices.