I worte this story using characters, names places and ideas from a roleplay I am part of and all things included within this story are copy writed, either by me or their original creators, so you can not use any of them without permission. The story is actually the 'second season' of an on going story. The first season story was written by my friend, Angel of Hope and Miraclesand is called 'Digimon: Extreme' in case you want to read it.

Prologue

The four angels that protect the digital world shall soon have an even bigger task to take care of. The trinity shall be formed as the fourth angel takes up his destined duty to protect the Maiden of light, the Digital Queen.

The maid, she has links to the digital world that data, spirit and soul can not define. This world and the 'real' world are united within her, are defined by her.

The Lord Protector must do all in his path to protect the maiden. This angel must preserve this maid, for the cost of her life would tip the balance of the digital world beyond repair.

The dark ones will try to take her. They will try to break her, to steal her aura, to steal her power, but this protector must not let them prevail, at any cost...

This maiden, shall protect the digital world. She and the destined ones shall rise to rebuild the digital world from the ashes and destruction left in Dark ones' wake.

Blue eyes were shrouded heavily by tired lids. Golden blonde hair fell into them and was then pushed away fruitlessly.

"Watch it!"

"Sorry." Rose pushed herself away from the dusty wall, muttering her apology to the student that had passed her rather aggressively. She brushed herself off after being pushed into the dusty wall, brushing her hands over the dreadful school uniform, a navy pleated skirt, a navy blazer, green and yellow knee length socks and a matching tie.

"I look like I've caught a dreadful disease and lost all sense of taste." Rose muttered as she inspected herself in the mirror of her locker.

"Who designed this thing anyway? They need their eyes testing."

"Who are you talking to?" Rose looked around the door of her locker to see her friend, Hunter, standing there.

"Myself." Hunter shook his head with a smile and Rose looked at him, a sort of mock indignation on her face,

"What? It's the only way I can have a decent conversation." Hunter laughed, but the light hearted mood soon fizzled out. A sort of cold feeling washed over them, Hunter thought it was just a breeze, but he noticed that Rose was positively shaking and her face had gone pale, as if she were about to be sick.

"You OK?" Hunter asked with a concerned expression and Rose nodded weakly, turning back to her locker, watching in her mirror as Josh Ramses walked past. Her stomach felt like it was knotting itself and she'd gone so light headed, she thought she might pass out.

"I hate that guy." Hunter said, his nose wrinkled as if he'd just smelt something truly horrific. Rose had to agree with him. Normally passive, without a bad word for anyone, Rose intensely disliked the boy that had just walked past, but did not understand why. Whenever he walked past and sneered at her in his usual way, Rose felt the cold feeling envelope her, it felt like cold water was filling her lungs, freezing her from the inside out, she couldn't breathe, her head began to spin and her stomach tossed and squirmed, making her feel sick. Yet when he went away, the feeling would lift and she felt as if she could breathe again.

"Are you coming to chemistry?" A familiar voice asked and Rose snapped out of her stupor. She looked up and nodded, following Hunter down the corridor to the chemistry room, the pair completely oblivious to the stares of other students, as well as the sour expressions of hopeful girls and boys alike. Hunter sneaked a sideways look at Rose as they trudged the familiar path to the chemistry classroom. She looked very ill all of a sudden, she was pale underneath her flushed cheeks and her eyes looked extremely heavy, tired and puffy.

The class proceeded as normal, chemical reactions of group 1 metals. The teacher, Mr. Ianson continued with a demonstration. The group crowded round, trying to see how Magnesium burned in Oxygen. As the class looked at the bright white light Magnesium gave, Hunter looked at Rose. She looked like a ghost; the light coming from the Magnesium didn't improve matters.

He looked back to the experiment, thinking he would persuade Rose to go and see the school nurse later, when the clanging of a wood-topped metal stool reached the collective ears of the class. This was closely followed by the sound of shattering plastic as a pair of safety-specs smashed on the floor. There were girls screaming and Hunter peered over the panic-stricken class to see Rose lying on the floor, she was unconscious with a huge gash in her cheek where the plastic of the safety specs had caught her and there was blood slowly trickling from her hair line.

"Rose? Rose!"