Okay, I am going camping next week. So here is a bit to keep you busy. This has several characters' view points and mostly catches the various groups up on events. It doesn't do much with action and combat, but it tides you over for a while. It also brings some insight into my mysterious figure. She will become more developed as time passes, but I still feel that the true focus of the story is the tamers and the digimon. So let me know what you think as always.

"Okay, let me get this straight," Impmon eyed the others suspiciously, "Not only are you telling me Ai and Mako know about… well, everything, but they've know all along?"

Ai, giving her purple friend a hug, confirmed, "Yes, we figured it out. We love you and know you are very sorry."

Mako, not willing to be left out, added, "And Jeri got a surprise while you were gone. Before the bad bird digimon tried to get us that last time."

Their partner, trying to wiggle loose, groaned, "Really, this is great and all, munchkins. But I can listen better if I'm not squashed. Okay, what is her big surprise?"

"This," the older girl whispered, pulling a digi-egg out of the backpack as well as her now-active D-arc.

Impmon stared in stunned silence for a time. Who would have thought it? Some good had come from him getting destroyed by the moronic Kiwimon. Finally, Jeri would gain back what he had stolen from her.

Regaining his voice and trying to break the awkwardness he felt, he asked sarcastically, "What else did I miss? Terriermon taking a vow of silence?" This earned him an evil look from the rabbit digimon.


Mrs. Olkowski stared at the colorful room. Toys were scattered around, just as her children had left it. A teddy bear with a repaired arm lay across a pillow, as if its owner had simply stepped out of the room momentarily. Bright, cheerful pictures decorated the walls like a collage. Some of the drawings featured fantastic creatures she had once believed were the products of her children's elaborate imaginations. But after what she had seen and heard the day before, she was no longer so sure.

Digimon. She had heard about them before from the television show, cards, and video games. Her head hadn't been in the sand all this time, but it never really caught her attention. Then the strange event with the destruction of part of the city, with the pink mass, new attention was shone on the word "digimon." Rumors involving computer programs, viruses, and digimon tamers flew fast, but varied in detail. Mrs. Olkowski had filed these away as panic and hype. Even when her own children had vanished for the day, she didn't make the connection.

She closed her eyes, recalling that chaotic time. The army was trying to stop… the thing in the city. The people had been evacuated away from the epicenter. Everyone was afraid and families were separated at points as some members tried to find lodging at a safer distance Her own family had already settled into a stable house. Everything seemed to be going well. Ai and Mako, who once would fight and argue if they were near each other for five minutes, were acting so nice towards one another. It had actually started a little before the attack, but a while after they got the puppy. It was as if one day they decided to call a cease-fire for the greater good. Mrs. Olkowski had thought nothing short of a miracle could have stopped the twins from arguing. Life was looking up, despite the mayhem in the city.

Then, one morning, her children were gone. They had seemed distracted before then, but their mother had thought nothing of it. When she had found their beds abandoned that day, she had felt panic rise, just as she had with this more recent vanishing. She and her husband had searched all over, pushing through crowds of celebrating people. The strange mass that had attacked the city was gone. When it seemed all hope of locating them was lost, they had neared the park. Standing there, crying a little, were Ai and Mako. Mrs. Olkowski had hugged them so tight and told them to never scare their parents like that again. But no matter what she or her husband asked or threatened, neither of her children would tell why they were here and why they had left the house. They just kept glancing back, looking sad.

And now they were gone again. They were telling her that her children, her poor babies, were in another world. A world filled with monsters. Even worse, it seemed that they had been involved with those creatures before and she had never known. They were tamers…

Mrs. Olkowski carefully pulled down one of their pictures. A pair of brown-haired grinning faces stared back. Their crayon drawing had them in the park, but not alone. A purple shape with a tail, red gloves, and what looked like a red bandana. From what everyone had told her, this must be Impmon. She wished she could have met him. She wished she could have spoken to him and gotten to know him. What was he like? Would he take care of them? There were so many things that could happen to them. Would they be alright?

Her husband came in to the room. Seeing his distraught wife, he gave her a hug and held her close. She softly started crying into his shoulder. Her babies were gone and she didn't know if she would ever see them again. The other families had tried to assure her that the digimon would always protect their partners, but she didn't know that for sure. They had met their children's digimon before they left for the digital world in the past, but she didn't know anything about her twin's. Mr. Wong had actually met him, but would only say he was "free-spirited." Would Impmon really protect Ai and Mako?

The young dog wandered into the room, sniffing around for the missing children. This would be the second night they would not be tucked into bed after a day of playing. The puppy began to whine quietly.


DemiDevimon fluttered across the sky in the fading light. Stupid blond man. Stupid robot and his stupid tamer. He could have used Meramon to destroy them all. The master would have been pleased and everything would have been great. But no. They figured out he was there and controlling the drone. So now the bat was fleeing for his life.

Okay, they knew he was vulnerable to them. However, they didn't know how to destroy him. Yet. DemiDevimon shuddered. He would have to hide for a while. When things cooled down, he would ask his master what to do. It had been in the human world and had experience with the tamers. Granted, the kids and digimon won last time. But it could still offer advice.

It wasn't the same as it had been at that time either. It had learned much since then. The master was powerful and deadly. It would be unstoppable when it returned properly. And DemiDevimon would be its right hand bat.


"Guys, if you don't stop apologizing right now," Kazu warned, "I'll have no choice but to… to mummify you!"

The boy pointed to his bandaged arm. The wrappings were lighter than a mummy's, but it still served his purpose. He glared at Guardramon and Kenta. Yamaki was currently trying to pull some strings and convince the hospital staff that instead of confining the youth to the hospital room for observations, they should release the boy and simply have regular check-ups. Both the government official and various health care givers were stubbornly holding onto their position and were also trying to prevent Calumon from floating around. The energetic digimon kept trying to cheer up all the patients with "boo-boos" and "ouchies." Nurses and doctors reached out, trying to stop the hyper being. Yamaki, shaking his head at the never ending ways Calumon could find to pester people, helped prevent the digital creature from bouncing on the more sensitive equipment.

"But if I didn't…" began Kenta.

"If only I had…" Guardramon tried at the same time.

"Look," Kazu interrupted the two of them, "It's not either of your fault I got hurt. I don't blame you, Kenta. I ran off mad at you, yes. But that isn't why I got attacked. And Guardramon. If I was dumb enough to get that close to the hot head, there wasn't much you could do about it." He was feeling better now with the painkillers he had received at the hospital. It made him feel kind of silly, but at least his arm didn't hurt nearly as much. "Hehe, hot-head. Funny."

Yamaki finally caught his rambunctious partner. Inner child or not, that little guy's energy could still pester him. But not nearly as much as others not used to his behavior.

"If you must keep Mr. Shioda here, I'm afraid Calumon may choose to remain as well," Yamaki warned. "He does like to visit people. But if you allow the boy to leave, he can come in daily for check-ups and Calumon will not be present in the hospital. It is your decision."

The thought of Calumon for however long Kazu had to be watched seemed to do it. Yamaki knew how overwhelming the digimon's personality could be. The doctor gave a slow nod as the arrival of the boy's family was announced. As the doctor went to meet with the child's guardians, Kazu started questioning the government official.

"So, you are Calumon's partner? That is like the worst pair-up ever. How long until you strangle the little fellow?"

"Hi," called Calumon, climbing on Yamaki's head, "Guess what? We played hide-and-seek and tag today!"

"Hide-and-seek?" the boy laughed, "Tag? Yamaki?"


Within the digital world, across the vast wasteland, lay structure of impressive design. It looked like a combination of a temple, a ruin, and a shrine to the past. Sand colored columns marked the entrance. The entire building was built into a cliff. Strange carvings and symbols marked the walls. Some looked human, others appeared like digimon, and some were too alien to be either. Some learned individual who may stumble across this place may believe it was a lost historic treasure that described the history of the digital and human world. They may think it was built as part of an ancient culture's attempt to record the events of both worlds.

They would be wrong. No ancient culture created this structure. It was not completely lost to all. And it wasn't the history of the human and digital world printed upon the walls. It was the histories of both worlds for several realities

A cloaked figure walked across the dusty floor. She returned here when she was between her various duties of a specific prophecy. She had seen this same location in peak condition, freshly built as well as nearly destroyed by time, turned to crumbling stones by the ages. Now, it was simply an abandoned-looking ruin. This is as close to a real home as she had. She traveled through time and space to fulfill her duties, but she could always return here.

She approached her model of the digital world. It changed to remain accurate to whatever reality she was in. She could use it to plan out routes, predict the movement of data streams, and so on. She studied a specific area of the model. It had taken so long to make this device, but it had been worth the effort. And she had help…

She shook her hooded head, returning to business. The canyon path the prophesied members were following should bring them to the building tomorrow. She would prepare them for their role. They would learn who their enemy was. She would tell them some of what was to occur. But not all. No, she wouldn't tell them all.

Her memories were faded and jumbled. Part of balancing reality meant she couldn't know too much. Each prophecy was hidden from her until it was time and she forgot almost everything to do with it as soon as she moved on to the next. She didn't know how long she had been fulfilling her duty. Months, years, or maybe even decades and centuries. Some things she could remember, but much was lost. At this time, her clearest knowledge was the current prophecy and what she had to do. She knew what was to come. And some she would not reveal to the tamers and digimon.

Destiny and fate, so similar and close together. Both were part of what she did and who she was. You can't escape from either one. No matter if it was good or bad. Destiny awaits, but destiny is not always pleasant. Destiny can mean suffering and loss. She had learned this and they would have to as well. Destiny and fate: intertwined and connected. Both good and bad, order and chaos, forever balanced for the good of all.

Alone in her ruins, she stared down at the model. She no longer saw the tiny landforms and shifting beams of light from the data streams. She saw a face, one from her steadier memories that she maintained through all her changes of time and various realities. He looked back at her from her past. Destiny and fate: intertwined and connected forever. She knew that you can't escape from prophecies. Balancing reality is always the most important. More important than any individual. They would learn this, just as she had. But not yet.


Another failure. Tool in human world nearly destroyed by targets. Still could use tool later. True weakness of tool not known. Still, reserve energy for new, powerful tool. Logical option would be to bide time. Wait until ready. Do not send human world tool new drones yet. Prepare other tool first. More efficient tool for targets in digital world.

If targets in human world were deemed too important to be left intact, it would simply use tool already present. Will give more power. But not yet. Patience. Will succeed in mission and destroy all that hinder its purpose. It will escape the darkness and once more enter both the digital and human world as it must to fulfill its prime objective.

Must have perfect tool first. Construct out of all other tools in the darkness. Wipe mind and memories away. Not simply restoring the lost digimon to their previous shape. Combine all of them into a new form. No longer use other tools' minds to order new drone. Will use its own mind instead. It will directly command perfect drone. Hard. Will take much work to accomplish. Much time. But will be more effective. Destroy them itself. And the prophecy will fail.

I know, shorter than usual. But this should tide you over for a while. Revealed some about the mysterious figure and hidden enemy. Don't worry, the next chapter will be more exciting to read and will have more happenining. And it will be longer. So, keep up the reading and reviewing. I love your input, people. I know you are out there reading! So you better let me know your opinion! Thanks.