1 Elf_fox - Yes, my first AU.

Naven - But you've done AU before.

Elf_fox - No, I did an altered story line, this is my own personal version of what should of happened. Every author does one of these at one point in time.

Naven - Whatever, she doesn't own digimon, but she does own Wickamon and this story line so there.

Elf_fox - And please review I am unsure about this story.

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5 Prologue 1



Historians would later say it started with a mistake, but those who remembered said it started with a forgotten prophecy that wasn't so forgotten.

The prophecy spoke of a digimon, a Wickamon, and one other mon, whose name was unknown, their partners would be the Chaos Destined. They would bring judgment upon the digital world. Survival or destruction would depend upon the choice of one. The Wickamon's destined. The guardians, in fear of this prophecy, sent the Wickamon into extinction and brought forth the digidestined to protect the Digiworld.

Then came the mistake. Several digi eggs were mysteriously diverted from their normal course and ended up on earth. Some died, but a few survived to hatch. By some unknown magic the young took on human forms and were adopted into human families, where they were raised completely ignorant of their true forms and powers.

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It was a normal spring day. The sun was rising; birds were singing, and kids were trudging off to school, a group of three friends in particular. Two girls, and one boy.

The first and taller of the two girls was named Nancy. She was 17, with curly dark walnut hair that ended half an inch below her shoulders; navy blue eyes practically glowed in a pale, plain face. Her eye, truly, were the only note worthy fact about her. It was almost as if some god had made her tall thin form to be as unnoticeable as possible.

The other girl was a sharp contrast, with red blond hair, shapely body, and blue eyes. She was the kind of girl you would expect to see tanning herself on a beach, but she was very pale from to much time spent in front of a computer. Her name was Audrey and she was 17 also.

The boy was very tall, almost six feet, and would most likely to be even taller when he finished growing into his frame. He was 18; his hair was a deep chestnut cut short even though he was trying to grow it out. His eyes were a sharp, bright hazel, and were filled with good humor. His true name is forgotten to all but his friends, but he preferred to be called Kenshin anyway.

It truly started like a normal day, but it would not end as one.