Just a quick warning, this story is going to be a bit intense at times. Certainly, earning a mature rating. If this isn't your style, I plan to write some lighter work in the not too distant future.

Chapter 1: Omens

The sun glistened lustrously over Tokyo's streets on what felt to Sora Takenouchi like the perfect spring day. As she steadily strolled home from her design firm, she took in the gentle afternoon warmth, the general commotion of the city streets, and even the kids happily playing in the spacious new park down the street from her apartment. In fact, the sight of dozens of children exploring a rather impressive jungle gym she had never noticed before, caused her to take a short break from her journey home. In the center of the jungle gym there loomed three large multileveled and multicolored towers, each tower having its own color scheme, and all connecting to form a large castle of sorts. Strewn around the castle were puzzles, climbing ropes, bridges, swings, monkey bars, and of course slides. Watching the children race around with that natural adventurous spirit filled Sora with the nostalgia for childhood, and once again, as had often been the case recently, made her fantasize about what it might be like to have children of her own soon.

Perhaps two children. She quietly mused to herself. Somebody to grow up alongside and to lean on in times of trouble. She never hated being an only child growing up but had to admit it could be quite lonely at times, fortunately friends were rarely ever in short supply when she was young. Especially when her childhood best friend was nearly a brother to her, especially in times when she desperately needed that role to be filled. She could always rely on him when it counted. Even when they fought and enraged one another, Sora always knew that he would rush to her side with blind passion if ever she was in danger or was simply feeling unloved. How long has it been? Her thoughts shifted momentarily before the laughs of children snapped her back to her previous train of thought. But would I prefer girls, or boys, or both for that matter. Sora knew as most parents, that she would love her children regardless of their gender or personality, but it was a fun exercise of her imagination none the less.

After some time, Sora realized that her little detour by the park had gone on for longer than she anticipated, as she had seemed to lose track of time and space for a moment. Sora shook herself back to reality both physically and mentally. Looking around, she warmly smiled at a few nearby parents who had noticed her presence, they returned the gesture. A silent appreciation shared for such a peaceful day. Picking up her work bags, which until now, she hadn't realized she had set down on the grass next to her, Sora began the final leg of her journey home.

A few short moments later Sora was climbing up towards her apartment's floor and felt a sense of respite as her front door came into sight. As nice as today had been, it was good to be home again. She took one last look at the afternoon sun sweeping over the still rowdy Tokyo streets, before turning her attention to her bag to fumble for her keys. Only to find upon testing the door, that it had been left unlocked for her.

Sora swung the heavy wood door open with just enough energy to announce her arrival home. Closing the door behind her Sora turned to the to the post-modern décor which she meticulously laid out herself upon moving into this space for the first time. After taking off her work shoes, Sora laid her work bag down on a nearby living room glass table and hung her light spring coat in the entrance closet. She quickly became aware of a wonderful and complex scent of spices flowing through her living space. She grinned to herself. Dinner. She quickly made her way to the kitchen which was the next room over down the hallway.

"You took your time getting home today." A soothing voice teased as she entered the kitchen.

"It's not my fault only one of us can appreciate such beautiful weather like today" She retorted in a snap, though her tone revealed her playful mood.

Yamato Ishida lowered the heat on the stove in front of him, placed his utensils down on the counter, and turned to face Sora. He was wearing black slacks, a close-fitting black t-shirt, and an apron that Sora herself had designed for him. After all he spent so much time in the kitchen when he was home. The apron was a deep midnight blue, with shimmering speckles that seemed like starlight against a night sky. He approached her slowly and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"You know" he said gazing down at her "Some of us had enough of nature and the beauty of the outdoors, after spending so much time stuck in the digital world." His teasing continued.

Sora simply tightened her glare, crossed her arms, and responded with a "Hmpf."

After a moment the pair broke into a giggle together. And enjoyed one another's company. "So how was your day?" He asked finally breaking the silence.

"It was wonderful" She responded excitedly, with an energy that again remembered her of her childhood. "I think I'm on the cusp of a breakthrough with my new summer lineup at work."

"That's fantastic" He smiled with cheerfulness that she only saw from time to time on her generally stoic fiancé. "I can't wait to see how this one comes out" Turning his head back to the pot on the oven, she released her hold on him so he could continue cooking.

"Smells delicious" She said standing slightly behind him now. "What's for dinner?" She wasn't starving when she walked in the door, but she sure as heck felt her stomach calling out to her now.

"A spicy chicken curry, some kimchi, freshly baked bread, and a seaweed salad. I figured since I was off for the day I would…spice things up?" He voices, drawing each word of the pun out for her to hear.

"If it didn't smell so good, I'd dunk your head in it" She gently elbows him, and he rushes to guard his sides. Her fiancé was always on the sensitive side, both physically and emotionally, so she wasn't surprised when this earned her a semi-serious glare.

"Hey" he snaps and turns his head back to the food "If you want it to taste good too, let me focus."

Sora giggles to herself and backs off, her competitive spirit telling her she had won this round.

"So" She begins, and he nods for her to continue. "If you must know the reason that I was late today, it was because I took a little break by the park. It seems they built a new jungle gym towards the end of winter, and it looked so fun that I was tempted to take it out for a spin myself."

"Is that so" He giggles stirring the pot. "That would have been quite the sight."

"Worry not, your fiancé contained herself" She joked only to turn more serious suddenly. "It reminded me so much of us as kids, and it got me thinking, I wonder if Taichi is free this weekend. It suddenly feels like its been so long since I've seen him, and I found myself strangely missing him today."

Yamato stopped stirring suddenly and stiffened. "Who?"

Sora giggled again ready to continue their silly little game, but something in his tone knocked the air out of her. After a moment of awkward silence, she spoke again. "Taichi, you know? Yagami Taichi."

Yamato dropped his mixing spoon and turned to gaze down at her. Just now it felt as if he towered over her. Sora suddenly felt very intimidated by her fiancé. His blue eyes unexpectedly turned cold. "And why the fuck would you want to see that loser exactly?"

Sora was taken aback by the sudden aggression. What has gotten into him, if he thinks I'm going to stand for that… "Excuse me, Mr. I don't know what silly fight you two have gotten into, but you're talking about my best friend, and you of all people should know that's something I'm not going to put up with."

His gaze was still cold but now a bit confused as well. He spread his arms out defensively, as if he was taken by surprise as much as she had been. "Sora, Taichi, your best friend? Maybe when we were kids." He snorted. "Sora are you feeling ok?"

In fact, Sora was not feeling ok, out of seemingly nowhere, her head was spinning, and her stomach was churning. "Yamato, what is this about? She demanded, changing the subject.

"Sora, you said so yourself, Taichi is nothing but a coward, who doesn't care about anyone else's feelings but his own. He can't be happy for other people, and he only wants what he can't have."

Sora knew Yamato was speaking Japanese, but right now the words assailing her eardrums felt like nonsense. "Don't you dare put words like those in my mouth." She took a step back and took a breath to calm herself. "Look, Yamato, whatever happened, I'm sure I can talk to him about it, I'll go see him this weekend and find out what's wrong. I'm not going to let the two most important men in my life hate each other like this…honestly, its like you two fighting as children all over again." She scoffed trying to hold back her nausea.

The confusion and concern in his face is almost entirely replaced by an unbridled rage as Sora speaks. He's cornering her now, and a sense of dread looms over the kitchen. "And where exactly do you plan to find him to go talk to him? He jumped on a plane years ago, without saying goodbye, without telling even his family where he was going. Off to who knows what god forsaken country just so he can run from his problems, like he's done for years. Breaking that poor girl's heart…" He's shouting down at her now, and Sora who was braver than most, found herself shivering in the corner of their kitchen. It couldn't be, I've seen Taichi recently, haven't I? Her vision blurred, and Yamato and the room seemed like twisting shadows in front of her very eyes. "HE MIGHT BE DEAD FOR ALL WE KNOW. AND IF SO, I SAY GOOD RIDDANCE!"

In a flash of light and a deafening sound, Yamato was suddenly stumbling backwoods away from her and onto the kitchen floor. Sora felt a throbbing sensation and looked down only to see her right hand was clenched in a tight fist. Sora gasped, swiftly covering her mouth with her now throbbing hand. Sora hated violence and never raised her hand to hurt anyone, especially her fiancé. Yet, when Yamato uttered those cruel words, Sora felt an almost instinctive urge to protect her childhood best friend, even against her soon to be husband. His shadowy figure writhed in pain and glared at her from the floor, his eyes suddenly appeared cold and dead.

"Never say anything like that again" she ordered firmly after finding her voice. "I'm going to go find the other digidestined and see if they've heard from Taichi" She promptly turns around and goes to grab her coat, when something makes her freeze in place.

"Other digidestined?" The soothing voice of the man she had know for years was gone now. The being she turned to confront, spoke in what felt like a dozen voices in one, almost laughing at her now. "What other digidestined?" The voices taunted. "They left us behind Sora. They left you behind." Sora tried to cover her ears, as the rumbling of the voices sounded like a swarm of hornets surrounding her, cutting off her senses. "So much for the chosen children," The voices mocked. The creature before Sora transformed, no longer resembling Yamato Ishida, but rather some kind of gaunt phantasm, that rose from the floor shrouded in a thick blanket of darkness. "Where will you go Takenouchi Sora, when there is no one left, when your loved ones have all gone?" The stumbling ghoul hisses at her, slowly lurching forward. Sora could not tell if this new creature before her was some dark Digimon or perhaps something else entirely. Regardless, the being radiated with an evil energy, and she had no intention of sticking around.

"You're not Yamato! Whatever you are leave me alone!" Adrenaline courses through the young woman's body, returning control to her at last. She turns and bolts through the front door. Sora needed to find her friends, she knew they would keep her safe. She looks over the railing, and while she could have sworn, she was in the apartment for no more than twenty minutes, the sky had turned a pitch black with no moon in sight, and the previously bustling city streets had become barren and silent. An Icey cold blast of wind cut through Sora like a knife, but with the creature shrieking behind her, she could not afford to stop moving.

Sora vaulted down the couple of flights of apartment steps and produced her phone from her pocket as she approached the bottom. I need their help, I might not make it otherwise. In a panic Sora dialed Mimi's number and pressed the receiver to her ear as she rushed off down the empty street towards the park. Her phone simply rang and rang some more, after what felt like an eternity, there was a voice on the other end. I'm sorry but this number is no longer in service. She cursed under her breath but kept running. One after another she dialed their numbers: Koshiro, Hikari, Jo, Takeru, Yamato, and finally Taichi. Praying with all her heart to hear her childhood best friend promising to protect her, like he always used to. But each call resulted in the same automated message. What happened to us? Tears began streaming from her eyes as Sora began to feel hopeless and utterly lost. Sora couldn't remember how she got into this situation in the first place, everything felt cloudy. But her survival instincts were begging her to focus on living for now, there would be time to figure things out after she was out of harm's way.

Behind Sora the creature, which was clearly increasing in size, smashed its way out of the apartment and leapt from the balcony, plummeting to the street below. Sora did not stop to watch it fall however, as something in her gut told her the drop would not kill it. Sora channeled her early days of playing soccer with Taichi and took off sprinting at her top speed through the gloomy streets. She had forgotten she could run this fast. She ran for as long as she could, and after her lungs burned and her muscled ached, she soon caught sight of the jungle gym she had passed earlier that day. Now however, it was as sparse and deserted as the streets.

Though the creature was nowhere in sight, Sora could feel it approaching in her bones. She knew she couldn't outrun it forever and figured if she hid now and waited for it to pass, she could then figure out a plan in relative safety. On a strange instinctive whim, Sora ran off the street, through a grassy field and towards the jungle gym. There were several covered parts of playground and she hoped that whatever foul thing was chasing her, would not think to look for her there. Besides, all the nearby apartments required someone to buzz you in, and the stores looked closed. Where else could I even go without him catching me first? In the distance she could hear a nearly indescribable snarl, which confirmed that the creature was still on her trail. Sora pocketed her phone and ran over to the nearest climbing rope on the jungle gym. Gripping it hard with both hands she began make her way up the wall of the castle. Still in excellent shape for her age, she managed to make it over the wall in no time. The rope led Sora to the middle of a suspension bridge that connected two of the three castle towers. To her left stood the tallest tower, orange and red in coloration, with an internal rock-climbing wall. To her right was a medium sized tower which was blue and green, and held a series of ladders. Climbing either tower would lead Sora to an interior section closed off to the outside air, hopefully hiding her from her pursuer. Sora figured the ladders would be a safer bet and moved across the bridge climb the middle tower. At the top of the tower, she found herself within a small clubhouse style room, clearly meant for kids to hang out in. She crouched down away from the ladders and attempted to make herself small.

It seemed that Sora had made it to her hiding spot with not a second to spare, as suddenly the distant cries of the creature became a booming nightmare. It was here. Sora curled up into a tight ball, and pressed a hand to her mouth, attempting to control her breathing. But she did not take her eyes off the tower's opening for an instant. The entirety of the plastic, metal, and wood castle violently shook as the creature searched for its prey, it felt as though the jungle gym might collapse around her.

"I know you're here" The voices thundered "Come on Sora. Let's search for Taichi together… then you can watch him die!" Sora struggled to control her fear, it sounded as though this monster's voice was coming from every direction. Through the gloom she could just barely recognize dark tentacles sliding past the towers opening. Sora thought for sure she was finished, when suddenly the voices and rumbling simply stopped and were replaced by a dense silence.

Fearing the calm to be part of a trap, Sora refused to leave whatever safety her tower offered her.

She waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

She waited until it had felt like hours had passed, and yet she still heard nothing. Without thinking Sora's curiosity got the better of her. She released herself from the fetal position she had been hiding in, then slowly and cautiously made her way back down the ladders. Once at the entrance, she peaked outside the door frame, and only saw the forest around her. Hating herself for the decision, while feeling she had no choice in the matter, Sora stepped outside and started across the platform, when suddenly she stepped on something soft that made her whole-body freeze.

Sora's eyes darted to the spot where her foot had landed, but it took her eyes a second to adjust in the eerie darkness. What Sora then saw, made her heart stop beating for a moment. She wanted to gag or cry out. But she knew it would mean certain death for her. She had stepped on a body, but not just any body. This was the body of Takeru Ishida, Yamato's younger brother, and a member of the digidestined. The way Takeru was splayed, and the disconcerting way that his eyes laid still and open, spoke to Sora of a reality she could not accept, the young boy was dead. It can't be…this body it wasn't here before. I know it wasn't. I would have seen it. Her emotions were overwhelming her, yet when she looked around, her living nightmare escalated even further. Spread across the playground there were dozens of corpses, some whole, some nearly torn to shreds. Sora bite down hard on her right hand to stop herself from screaming, and blood trickled freely down her wrist. Sora could make out each of them: Takeru, Mimi, Jo, Yamato, Meiko, and Koshiro. Not to mention the younger digidestined. All spread across the playground.

In that moment Sora's sanity began to leave her as her mind rejected the images before her. Did they come here to protect me? To save me? Did that thing kill everyone I love? I am truly alone in this hell? Just when she was fighting the loss of consciousness, a sound pierced her ears that made her stumble and fall onto the hanging bridge. At first, she had thought the creature had returned to finish the job, only to realize after a moment, somebody was crying. From the sounds of it, a small child in fact. Sora's motherly instinct, which was so famous around her friends, kicked in at that moment. Sora made her way back across the other bridge to the orange and red tower, she opted not to hide inside of. At the base lay the body of Yagami Hikari, Taichi's younger sister. Except unlike the others she wasn't dead, not just yet.

"Hikari!" Sora couldn't help but yell out as she knelt next to the girl she thought of as a sister. Sora cradled Hikari's head in her arms, as the young girl gasped for breath.

"You're here" Hikari wheezed in Sora's chest "It came for us one at a time… we didn't stand a chance Sora… why didn't…"

"Hikari you'll be ok" Sora spoke gently, trying to convince herself as much as the girl in her arms "The creature said Taichi is still alive, we'll find him, he'll keep us safe, it's what he's always done. You know he wouldn't let anything bad happen to us." Just then however Hikari went limp in Sora's arms and she was gone.

Tears streamed freely from Sora, and the sound of tears coming from the tallest tower continued. It wasn't Hikari crying? Sora laid Hikari down with the gentlest touch possible. If anybody has survived this hell, she needed to see another friendly face. And if it really was a child lost in the darkness, she would not let them share this fate. Sora entered the tower and filled with a new determination approached the rock wall and began to climb, refusing to let her aching body hold her back. The rock wall was tall enough that the top was masked in the inky blackness of this moonless night. This made it especially difficult to spot her next foothold as she had to really focus her eyes to make out the rough shapes of the rocks ahead of her.

Though she stumbled a few times, bruising herself in the process, Sora eventually made her way to the top of the tower. The rock wall led to a hole in the ceiling which opened to an even bigger room than the one she had hid inside previously. If not the for quiet weeping, Sora would have assumed that the dark room was empty. The room was large enough that she could only really make out the rough colorless shapes of things about a yard in front of her. Sora pressed her eyes shut, took a deep breath, and listened for the gentle weeping. It sounded as if the source of the crying was trying to keep as quiet as possible, but after patiently waiting for a few moments, she picked up the direction of tiny labored breaths. She was sure now that it was a child trapped in this tower, seemingly all alone for who knows how long.

Not wanting to frighten them, Sora approached slowly. Dodging games and puzzles along the way to the corner of the room.

"I'm not going to hurt you" Sora whispered, still terrified that the creature would return if they were too loud. "I promise I will get out you of here safely." She said attempting to sooth the child's fears.

There was movement at that moment, under a small table in the corner of the room. Sora could make out a shadow pressing against the corner trying to make itself small and out of sight. She approached the table and very slowly knelt down to the floor, the child was sobbing gently again.

"My name is Sora Takenouchi" She spoke gently above a whisper. "I swear that I will never hurt you as long as I live, I will get you out of here and to safety." After a moment of kneeling beside the table, she could hear the sobbing slow.

"Sora?" a shaky and childish voice said. Then the air was knocked from Sora's lungs as the shadow lunged out from under the table and wrapped a small pair of arms around her waist. "You came! I knew you would come! I thought you really hated me like the others! Sora please don't hate me, I don't want to be alone anymore" The voice said breaking into a sob again.

The child's skin was freezing to the touch and Sora could tell that he was shirtless. Looking down at her chest, she could see a big bushy puff of hair, and the thin arms that held her in a bear hug. It can't be! This isn't possible! "Taichi?" It was the only word she could force out of her throat, suddenly wanting to cry as well. The boy vigorously nodded in her arms. Sora moved her right arm to the youngster's backside to complete the hug. But this caused the boy to wince and yelp out in pain.

Sora pulled her arm back in shock and could just make out fresh blood on her arm and gasped to herself. He was injured. She didn't know how it was possible, but her best friend was a child again, and something or someone had attacked him. Sora quickly took his head in her embrace and soothed him like a mother to a crying child. Gently rubbing her fingers through his wild hair. She has clearly caused him significant pain, rubbing against open wounds on his back. It was a few moments before she could feel her best friend relax in her arms again, and his breathing slow.

"Taichi…I'm so sorry I didn't know" She whispered directly into his right ear. "What happened Taichi? Who hurt you like this?" She pleaded gently for the answers of questions which were now plaguing her mind. However, his head turned around at this moment, as though he was afraid to speak of his attacker. She gently lifted his chin as to meet his gaze. He looks so…broken. "Taichi… please. I need you to talk to me." She pleaded almost choking on her words now.

"You asked me to do it Sora, I really didn't want to…but you seemed so excited, and you said it would help me feel better. You told me to trust you because we are best friends. You said it would all work out, that I just needed to give it a chance and see." He was sobbing uncontrollably now. Sora was dumbfounded, and yet something in the far reaches of her mind told her she knew exactly what he was talking about. But it just wasn't coming to her. "I tried! I honestly did Sora, I tried so hard for you. But everything fell apart, and now everyone hates me…now you hate me" He blubbered like a lost child, forgetting to attempt to contain his noise now.

Sora wanted to say that nobody hated him, that she could never hate him. But every time she attempted to speak them, the words became caught and jumbled in her throat. It can't be true, it just can't be…

Taichi continued when Sora said nothing. "I wanna go back to the way to the way things were Sora, when we were still the digidestined, before everything hurt so much. When you were my best friend. Why did it have to fall apart Sora?" She had no idea why, but Sora had lost the ability to sooth him, her body and voice simply would not allow her to ease her troubled friend.

Sora may have lost her voice, but she refused to let this continue. Sora stood up and scooped Taichi up in her arms, which must have hurt him as he writhed in pain. She hated hurting him, but there was no avoiding it now, she needed to get him somewhere safe. I will not lose him.

She approached the rock-climbing wall at the center of the room, and her brain scrambled for a way to bring him down safely. Sora sat on the edge with him, terrified to put him down, but not sure how to continue.

"Sora you asked me to do it, for both of us, you asked me. But you never even told the others, even when they all started getting mad at me. Even when Hikari stopped talking to me… Why did you leave me alone in darkness?"

In that moment, everything clicked in Sora's head, she remembered it all clearly. "You're talking about Meiko!" Taichi winced again in her arms, but this time not from the pain. How could I forget

Just as everything came back to Sora, suddenly the creature's roar returned. She was jolted back to reality but had no time to react. A slimy black tentacle wrapped itself around Taichi's leg and snapped him from her grip. Before she knew it, his frail body was being dragged down the rock wall, making sickening smacks as he was smashed against it, and out of the tower.

"You won't have him! Not Taichi!" Sora shouted with fire burning in her veins. Without thinking, she jumped the height of the rock-climbing wall and bolted outside and back onto the closest bridge.

The creature who had disguised itself as Yamato previously, stood before Sora in front of the castle, except now it towered over the jungle gym. Sora looked around and quickly found Taichi. He was dangling perhaps six meters above the ground, flailing in the creature's grip.

"I told you that you would watch him die!" The voices dug into her eardrums again like knives. Only to wrap another tentacle around Taichi's slim neck.

"Sora you to need to run!" Taichi shouted with a courage that reminded Sora that he had been the leader of the digidestined.

But their friends were gone, and their Digimon nowhere in sight. Taichi screamed in excruciating pain as the creature tugged his upper and lower body in opposite directions. Threatening to snap his body in half. Sora needed to do something, she would not simply watch as she lost everything she ever loved.

Sora rushed to think of a way to free him, when a deafening sound filled her ears.

Ring Ring Ring…Ring Ring Ring. Ring Ring Ring

Sora felt sick to her stomach, and tears welled in her eyes. A blinding brightness filled her vision, and she panicked as she no longer knew where Taichi was, or where she was for that matter. Her figure was drenched in a thick blanket of sweat, and her breathing was heavily labored. Her body felt as it was frozen in time, and would not react to her commands, all the while a weight on chest felt as though it was suffocating her. Sora felt an animalistic scream rising in her throat, when suddenly a voice broke the panic.

"Sora dear, is everything alright, are you sick?" It was her mother's voice speaking to her, she would recognize it anywhere. "Your alarm has been going off for over ten minutes, your going to be late for school if you don't hurry."

Sora took a deep breath to try to alleviate the stress. She was in her bed under her covers. It was just a nightmare. She breathed heavily, still severely panicked. It was the most vivid and terrifying nightmare that Sora had ever had in her entire life.

"Sorry mom" she responded, feeling her mother would become suspicious otherwise. "I just had a rough night's sleep, I'll start getting ready, thank you for checking on me."

There was a pause before her mother spoke again, perhaps weighing how to respond to her daughter. "No problem sweetie, just hurry up, Yamato will be here soon to walk you to school, I know you'll want to be looking your best." Her mom finished with a slight giggle, before Sora heard her continue down the hallway, most likely to the kitchen.

Sora could not help but flinch at the mention of her boyfriend's name, her nightmare still fresh in her mind. After a moment to calm her mind, Sora jumped out of bed, hoping to never experience a night terror like that again. She looked to her bedside table only to see it currently dotted with pictures of herself, Yamato, Mimi, and other friends. Sora's recently woken mind was confused at the sight. Where are they? She asked herself.

Sora's eyes drifted to the left of her bedside table, and what she saw finally pushed her emotions over the edge. She fell to her knees and she pressed her hands to the sides of her head as tears streaked down her troubled face. No, how could I be so stupid. She reached over to small garbage bin in the corner of her room, and began pulling things out of it, quietly sobbing as she did. The bin was entirely full of pictures and mementos she had built up over years with Taichi. Photos of them playing soccer together, school photos, birthday presents and cards, a letter he wrote her years ago, and finally at the bottom of the trash bin lay a small but very important hair clip.

Sora clutched the clip to her face, breaking down even further on her bedroom floor. She had attempted to throw out her best friend, to discard him like some unwanted item. She finally understood her nightmare.

"Taichi" She sniffled quietly to herself "I'm going to make things right. I won't let the digidestined fall apparent. I won't leave you alone in darkness."

*Authors note* That's the first chapter complete. It will make sense over time how the prologue is linked to Sora's nightmare, and the incident that fractured the digidestined team. I can't promise regular updates, but I plan to keep working on this when I can. Let me know what you think, and if you have any feedback. Thank you to everyone who read followed and reviewed the prologue.