LEVEL I: ENTER THE PLAYERS
"Hanase-san..." whispered a kind voice. Startled at the unexpected noise, the inky haired teen fell shortly out of her beanbag, rolling onto the floor. Blinking her eyes, she patted the floor for her glasses, only to be stopped by a pair of aged hands offering her back her spectacles.
She slips them on, grinning when she sees the smiling face of her mentor.
"Good Morning, Gennai!"
Takenouchi Sora was looking for her Digimon.
"Biyomon~"
She wasn't sure how it happened, really. The last thing she could remember was being invited to a sleepover. They'd all gossiped until they passed out at 2AM, only to be awoken by a series of really irritating beeps.
Sora went downstairs to find the source of the noise, turning on the TV….
She could remember nothing else. Maybe it was because she was tired, maybe because she hit her head on a tree branch as she creeped around.
"Biyomon, where are you?"
The digital world looked kinda...different? It was hard to put a finger on, but everything –the trees, the flowers, the sky– seemed to melt together, like a life-sized watercolor painting. She had been walking along a narrow dirt sidewalk for what felt like half-an-hour and it was at this time she finally realized that not only had she not seen her own Digimon partner, she hadn't seen any Digimon anywhere.
"Bi-yo-mon!" she yelled, slowly becoming more and more afraid.
She continued to walk, her head starting to spin from lack of sleep. Where is everything?
The old man walks over to his computer and sits down, pressing a few keys. "I've woken you up for a reason, child." says Gennai, adjusting the monitor.
"What's wrong, sir?" asks the girl as he pulls up a video surveillance of the surrounding area.
Am orange-headed teen is seen tiptoeing around the building, most likely looking for the door inside.
"This, dear girl, is one of the current Chosen Children."
Hanase cringes when he says current and Gennai looks away awkwardly. She coughs and asks the dreaded question. "Which crest?"
"This is Takenouchi Sora," he replies, with barely contained excitement. "She bears the Crest of Love."
Her eyes moisten as vivid memories splash in her mind. Flashbacks of a bosom friend, a faithful ally in battle. Her blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. A golden tan sleeveless arm locking with her chocolate one.
Mother.
Nostalgia floods her small frame and she lets out a puff of exasperation at her nerves. The clock ticks on the wall behind them and Hanase offers to let her in.
Let's get this show on the road.
This is really short right? Apologies, but don't worry- this is only a sneak peek! Give me a day/a few hours for chapters 2 and 3!