Disclaimer: If I owned Digimon, Taiora would be cannon. Obviously they're not, so I don't.

Digi-Wars

Nemarra

Prologue

Funny thing, destiny. It's the ultimate force that we all- knowingly or not- are heading for. It's our purpose and the reason for our existence. It's never a straight forward journey, of course. We can get lost, or find ourselves scrambling along the sharp ridges grasping for anyway to keep going. Sometimes we travel alone. Sometimes our trials are shared with others. All along the way we are searching for the road signs that will tell us, "Exit here", "Turn Left", or "Your Destiny, 5 miles ahead". Until then, we stumble about not knowing that each action, thought, or word- no matter how simple- may very well change the terrain we journey. And not always is that a good thing...

"Onii-chan!"

"Sora! Sora hold on!"

"T-tai-chi..."

"Don't die..."

"Give him back!"

"But I'm not your son..."

"Make it stop. Please. Make it stop."

"Papa! Mama!"

They call it a war. Perhaps war was not the word for it. That would imply two equal forces battling it out for their own agenda. This had been a slaughter, at best. One which something never seen before by the likes of humanity descending upon them with such ferocity there really was no chance of survival. Yet, humans had still stubbornly tried to fight back. Their blood paint and bullet holes in the stone and steel was all that remained of their efforts. No, war was not the word for it, but the survivors still called it that.

It had happened so suddenly on that summer's day in Odaiba, Japan. People had gone about their care-free existence worrying over trivial things, until they came. The Digimon. Data born monsters with powers that could only be compared to as magic, yet some how it was not. No one knew where they came from or how they had got from there to here. The only thing known was their demands; surrender or elimination. Unfortunately, that had only become known after several parts of Tokyo, as well as thousands of live, had been destroyed. By then, Japan had rallied together it's people to fight this threat...only to fail miserably. A country that had once been filled from cost to cost with life, was no more than a shadow of what once was.

Using Japan as it's base, the Digimon opened the portal between the two worlds creating a rift. From it came their brethren, and the genocide on the world began. No amount of weapons seemed to stop these creatures. Worse still, surrender was paid for in the blood of children under the age of sixteen. Five years later, the fight continues on where humanity still exists. Many live in hiding waiting for the worst to pass, or mercifully die. All hope is lost, but on the horizon... a group of children are about to discovery their destinies.