Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, Toei and Saban own Digimon. If I owned Digimon, I wouldn't have bashed Davis so much, have put Tai and Sora together at the end, and have everybody digivolve to Mega on the show.

Notes: This is just an idea, I'm still working on it.

Lost Destiny
By the Traveler


Gennai, last of the Guardians, a group dedicated to maintaining the balance between light and dark, watched with anxiety as the monitors before him showed eight children.

Eight children that were supposed to be at a summer camp, be swept into the Digital World, receive Digimon partners, and then save both worlds.

Instead, one boy with spikey hair and a pair of goggles stayed at home, caring for his sick little sister along with a tomboyish girl who wore a blue helmet.

A cold blonde boy stayed at home because he refused to go to the same summer camp as his rival, the goggle-boy, and he was visiting his younger brother, who had opted to stay home with his brother.

A young boy with brown hair, a lap top, and with some instruction from a hacker friend had managed to alter the records to show that his parents had never paid the camp, and so he couldn't go.

A young girl with brown hair and a large cowboy hat managed to convince her parents to instead take her to the mall instead of sending her to a smelly and dirty summer camp.

A tall boy with blue hair promised his father that he would study even harder if he could cancel his trip to summer camp.

"No, no," Gennai whispered to himself, since he was all alone. "This can't be happening, not all eight of them."

This was a disaster, a complete disaster. The Digidestined could have managed with only 6 members present, and when the little girl had become sick, he had believed that the children could managed without her for a short while, at least until they returned to the Real World.

When the older brother wanted to stay home and care for her, he had started becoming nervous. He was the Prime Digidestined of this generation, but the blonde boy could have handled the leadership of the team.

When the girl had chosen to help the two siblings, then he began to panic. He nearly had a nervous breakdown when all of the children had found some way to stay home. Two of them weren't even outdoor people, but it was their destiny.

Gennai's almost fainted when it started snowing at the camp, when no Digivices went to their preordained partners, when he knew that the Digital World was in serious trouble.

The old man quickly walked over to his work table, and started redoing his calculations, trying to find some way to salvage the situation.

But it was too late. Six of the eight Digidestined had missed their chances. They would never be Digidestined. Gennai thought for a moment and then ordered his computer to calculate the odds of a certain scenario.

After a few moments, the computer answered that there was a 95% probability of that proabable future coming true. Well, at least those six children would never become Digidestined of the Light. Whether they would become Dark Digidestined was another matter...

Gennai shook his head. He would think about that later. Right now, he would have to figure out the next flash point. The next time when there would be a group of children that would save both worlds.

Gennai typed quickly, bringing up the profiles of another younger boy also with spikey hair playing with a soccer ball, a young girl with thick glassess and purple hair, a child with a serious expression who was traveling with his grandfather, a sobbing violet-haired boy who was staring at the dead body of his older brother, a blond French girl visiting the Eiffel Tower, an American boy watching his father shoot a movie scene atop the Empire State Building, and a boy doing his chores with two In-Training Digimon in Colorado.

Yes, it would be close. He would have to subtly plant the suggestion of summer camp within all of their minds, which was all he could do with his mental powers anyway. At least no one in this group were indoor people, unlike two others who would rather shop or study all day.

He would have to alter computer records, arrange to have some International Digidestined be enrolled in Foreign Exchange Programs that would send them to Japan at the right time.

The situation's complicity had already doubled with the mere absence of eight very special children. Without any saviors of the Digiworld at the summer camp, that meant that the time difference between the two worlds would stay in place, which meant about another 3,600 digital years would pass by before another chance came up.

Gennai looked down at his hands. Old, wrinked. The product of extreme old age. And he would age at least another four millennia before there would be any chance of a regeneration for him.

Gennai sighed, and attempted to use his powers. He had been part of a group of digital humans that had the intelligence of humans, but had the abilites of Digimon. If Piedmon hadn't stuck that Inhibitor in his back during the raid, he would have power equal to a Mega Digimon by now. Powers that would include allowing himself to lose several centuries of wrinkles every once and a while. With that small black sphere deep within him, all of his powers were severely limited.

A small cup floated in the air for a moment before falling and shattering. His powers were still restricted.

Gennai turned away. He had already started his backup plan. Tai Kamiya, Matt Ishida, Sora Takenouchi, Izzy Izumi, Mimi Tachikawa, and Joe Kido had missed out on their chance to save the world. He didnt' know why some of them had gone to such great lengths to miss out on summer camp, though he had his suspicions of who might have persuaded them to, like a certain Mega Virus clown Digimon.

For Davis Motomiya, Yolei Inoue, Cody Hida, Ken Ichijouji, Kari Kamiya, TK Takaishi, Catherine Conrad, Micheal Jones, and maybe Willis Walker, it would be up to them to save a world that had deteriorated an extra 3,000 years that it shouldn't have had.

There was much to be done, and so much to rearrange. The Digimentals would have to somehow work together with the Crests, instead of having the two types of items completely independent of each other. He would have to reassign Crests.

And most important, he would have rejuvenate himself.

Gennai walked to a shelf and pulled out an old book that told of a very risky process that would allow a Digimon to nearly instantly be reborn in Primary Village at the same stage that he or she had been at at the time of their death. Reborn Digimon wouldn't have to go through the trouble of working back up to the Champion or Ultimate stage. The catch was the process was very complicated, and required some rare artifacts and herbs- all of which he had.

Gennai closed the book and walked into another room. If he was going to have to actually travel around himself to move items, then that meant he would need at least the strength of an Ultimate, if not a Mega, to survive the savage conditions.

Gennai allowed himself a small grin. Wait till Piedmon saw him young again. Even though he was ancient, he was still stuck at the Rookie level. Theoretically, the rebirth should rid him of that pesky Inhibitor. And because of his age, he was technically a Mega, so after he hatched in Primary Village, then he should be a Mega Digimon.

Gennai started setting up for the ceremony. Of course, as a Guardian, he couldn't interfere directly, but at least he wouldn't have to fear every Champion or Ultimate that he met.

Gennai sat down and picked up a knife. He had held off on this procedure because, one, there was a very good chance he would die and have to work his way up again to his current Rookie stage, regardless of his age, two, there was a chance he would forever delete his data, and three, he had wanted to make sure that he would get his life insurance money after he was reborn.

But he couldn't wait any longer and slit his wrist. He would need to have power.

***

An hour later, the house under the lake was empty, silent except for a beeping computer that was monitoring fifteen children, all of whom had forever lost their original destinies.

End of Part 1.






Okay, how does this story idea sound? I know, it was probably a bit confusing, but it was supposed to be mysterious. I'm working on the first chapter now. PLEASE review, I appreciate constructive criticisms, so don't just say it sucks, and any flames will be swallowed by Greymon and fired back at triple strength. This is the traveler, signing off.