Prologue:

A/N: Yeah, ok. So that part you just read is the bridge between the second and third part of my story. I really needed to get it written down, because otherwise I'd probably change it at some later point, and probably lose the best parts.

Disclaimer: Oh shoot, I forgot to mention this: I DON'T OWN DIGIMON!

I think Yolie liked me better as the dark spore infected Ken. Well… Not quite.

Not the underhanded, narcissistic… But I'm not revisiting that right now.

I was better at everything back then. I was a genius. I was strong, fast, skilled at anything I put my mind too.

I ruled the world. But that was then.

But I didn't know if I could get good at those things again. Some people would tell you that smarts are just curiosity. Others would tell you your born with them. Everyone says that you can get in shape, that you can get good at sports if you try.

So I'd try. And if I failed? Oh well. It would be better this way, even if it hurt and I failed. Because at least I would know that I hadn't missed a chance.

This was the state of mind in which I entered the summer between my 7th and 8th grade years.

This is when my story unfolds.