((Notes: Another introduction chapter, this time introducing one of the digidestined, so no action yet. This chapter will be in Third Person. I probably will make most of the chapters in Third Person, though there may be the occasional First Person POV. As every writer asks for, please Read and Review. Even if you don't like it, at least tell me why so I can improve.))
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The First Introduction for the Fifth: Epsilon
It was a quiet, peaceful Saturday, the perfect chance for children of all ages to relax after a busy school week. Even the noisy soccer players in the park seemed to be quieter than usual, a rare thing to hear. Some children were slumbering, trying to make the most of the silent day. Some were playing video games or exploring the Internet as usual. Some were outside playing either a sport or a game. One child however was doing something completely different. He was tutoring.
Earl Ward, more commonly know by his preferred nickname "Epsilon", lived a poorer life than most. He didn't have a cell phone or computer and went to an underachieving school simply because the school had lower costs. He didn't mind, he just wanted to help his struggling mother in any way possible. That was what made him different from everyone else, he worked not to become the best or for a rise in pocket money but because he wanted to let his mother not have to worry about anything. He did all the chores, did as much work as he could and gave his mother all the money he earned. He didn't have any video games, went to a mostly less educated school and still was happy simply because his mother was. This kindness and helpfulness made him unique, a willingness to protect others in a way that was strange in this modern world.
The reason he was tutoring was the same, he was willing to help those that needed it. While he did go to a less intellectual school he wasn't stupid. In fact, his intelligence was above normal due to his curiosity of the world and its answers. Learning through books and natural talent, he learned a slower way than most students at a quick pace, evening the educational level of the norm and slowly surpassing it. When the first student asked whether he could tutor them on Saturdays, he couldn't and wouldn't say no. The same can be said for the second, then third and etcetera until he had a small class worth. Yet he still didn't mind, in fact he was happy to help.
The group met up in the local Library which was kind enough to give them a small, separate room at the back on Saturdays while they learned. With his brown shaggy hair that somehow never curled and always looked like he had just got out of bed, various children made fun of the thirteen year old and his group saying things like the poor and stupid teaching the stupider. He would always defend his group and point out that the other children probably had some homework to do, which most of the children that came to the Library did in a last chance rush to finish it.
That day, however, there seemed that there were no mean children or teenagers that picked on them. He even finished the lesson early, a rare event that the children had always liked. Borrowing a new book that captured his attention on his way out the Library, he thanked the librarian and exited the large building that housed the innumerable books. Walking down a path along a street he knew like the back of his hand to his flat, he smiled. He always had good memories of this street.
Most of the memories were little things like finding a ten dollar note on the road or the occasional complements he got for helping the young or old across the street. This was also were he got his nickname from the most unusual source. As a person walked by once a year or so ago, he heard the male's voice muttering something about 'Epsilon Digital'*. He didn't know why but 'Epsilon' just got stuck in his mind. He decided to call himself Epsilon; after all, it was better than the names the other children called him.
He hummed slightly to himself, a tune coming to mind which he couldn't quite name. He silently thought to himself how quiet today was, like the calm before the storm. He shook his head to clear the silly thought. Nothing really interesting or dangerous ever happened on this street. The ominous thought of 'but that doesn't mean nothing will' came to mind but he cleared that thought away even quicker. Why spoil this unnaturally peaceful day? He already had the feeling that his jinx already had.
Epsilon then noticed something very odd; the streetlights were blinking on and off. Various other pieces of technology started going haywire quickly after that. The traffic lights, mobile phones, computers and even the occasional car horn, though that could simply be an ignorant, impatient driver who hadn't noticed the odd phenomenon. Eventually most electric technology went haywire. Of all of these things, there was one thing that stood out; a small child looking at the sky.
This normally wouldn't stand out and it would have been a common thing to see. That was however if this was a normal day. Every other child was either looking at the malfunctioning technology or panicking. This young child was simply staring at the sky. Epsilon asked the kid what he was staring at. The boy simply said 'pwetty' and pointed. Following the boy's finger, he quickly noticed it too. He now was also staring up at the sky.
A beam of dazzling light which seemed to glow in all the colours of the rainbow was flying through the sky. It didn't look very big and whatever was causing the light could probably fit into your hand. It seemed so strange and wondrous that it seemed like something you'll see in the movies. Epsilon also noticed something else; it was heading straight towards the child at fast speed. Stepping in front of the boy at the last second in classic sacrificial hero style, he took the blow instead of the younger child. Little did Epsilon know, but that's what the beam of light knew and wanted Epsilon to do.
Vanishing from Earth in a flash of light, Epsilon suddenly found himself falling down some sort of warp tunnel. He then did the only rational thing that could come to mind; scream. He clutched tightly to the object in his hand which in his panic stricken mind didn't care if it wasn't there before. Screaming until either he lost consciousness or lost his voice, he couldn't remember which came first, he eventually blacked out either way.
Back on Earth, the young boy was staring at where Epsilon was. Suddenly, he started crying and ran off. "Mommy! The pretty alien light beam destroyed my new friend!" the young boy yelled. He was only one of many children distressed by the alien lights that 'destroyed' people. They will be sitting comfortably in a psychologist's chair during the course of this story. Nobody likes loose ends or loose brains, after all.
*Note: This actually serves as a time reference. Since Xros Wars started in this fan fiction three months after the start of Adventure that means that is, currently, at least one year and three months after the start of Adventure. However, the Mysterious Philosopher made a mistake; he only classified it "aware" at the start of the Adventure 02 since he, obviously, couldn't look back three years in the past. Therefore, it is around one year and three months after the start of the second series. Just in case you wanted to know when this series takes place in the Digimon Multi-Earth timeline.
Second Note: This chapter was originally going to be for three Digidestined, not one as it turned out. I originally thought I couldn't fit one or even two Digidestined introductions without being under my new rule of at least 1000 words per Chapter. Just shows you can always be better than you think you are.