The Saga of Good: Prologue
A/N: After some people asking to continue with the prequel to this, "The Saga of Evil," I decided to continue. Why the change in title? Because it's no longer going to be Ken becoming the Kaiser, the prequel isn't a requirement, I still suggest reading it, because it's good. Please review.
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Disclaimer: Digimon isn't mine.
Ken: Gee, thanks a lot.
heath 999: For a sequel to the story that you hated? No problem.
Wormmon: *waddling in with a slice of pizza dangling from his front pincers* Where's the Digimon Emperor and Sam?
heath 999: *glaring at Wormmon* That's the last slice of pizza, you know.
Wormmon: *already eating it* So? After all the abuse that I take from being your muse, I have to get something back.
heath 999: *glaring at him*
Wormmon: Anyway, if you try to steal it, I'll just digivolve and kill you.
Ken: I never knew you could be so violent...
Wormmon: I am when it comes to food.
heath 999: ... Sam and the Digimon Emperor are in the unemployment line right now, there's nothing else for them here for now.
Ken: Now that's a fate worse than death.
heath 999: No kidding, please read and review.
~*~ ~Ken's POV~
It's been a day since I have found my heart.
I glance at the unending beauty of the digital world as I sit on a cliff, overlooking a meadow where I see In-training and Rookie digimon playing.
The only thing that's stopping the complete tranquility of the scene is my own creations.
They are every hundred yards or so, a black tower towers above everything, a needle that points straight up to the sky, marring the peaceful scene with an evilness and an ugliness that brings tears of regret and sorrow to my eyes.
I have tried to apologize to digimon and Wormmon many times.
Every time, all I get is accusations and attacks; my arms bore the scars of many digimon that haven't forgotten my reign of terror as the Digimon Emperor.
Only Wormmon seems to forgive me.
How can I expect them to forgive me?
When I haven't even forgiven myself yet.
I've seen the digidestined wandering around, cleaning up the mess that I've made.
I avoid them at all costs, not wanting to see their accusatory stares and feel their hatred.
Depression and sadness fills me as I bury my head in my hands, feeling my shoulders shake for the hundredth time ever since the dying form of Wormmon was in my arms.
Tears are now streaming down my face; I can feel the wetness as they slowly trail down my face.
Why am I such a screw-up?
I've failed with everything...
I've lost everyone I've loved...
Yet, it seems like humanity still cares about me.
They brought back the only living creature that I love...
Wormmon.
It even is trying to start a new life for me, trying to close an old wound that opened when I was old enough to realize Sam got all the attention.
My parents and I are trying to start all over again.
And I'm trying to start all over again in the digital world, destroying all that I've created.
What I used to think was my pride and joy as creations, now sicken me to even look at, but I have to, to redeem myself, but more importantly, to return the digital world to it's beautiful self.
It's the least I can do after screwing up so badly.
"Ken?" Stingmon's voice interrupts my thoughts, and I turn to him with a forced smile, knowing how upset he gets when he sees me crying, even though I can still feel the tears running down my cheeks.
He gently places his hand on my shoulder, and it sags under his weight, "how much longer are you going to keep blaming yourself?" He asks gently.
I sigh heavily, "It's all my fault, I'm never going to get those images out of my head of the digimon being tortured and killed by me. I-I-If I hadn't become-" I broke off sobbing, I couldn't even describe the monster that I became without crying.
Stingmon dedigivolves back to Wormmon, "why don't you talk to the others about it?"
"They wouldn't understand, they don't know what I went through, and I don't want to see their faces, not after what I did." I say, feeling my now-found heart sinking at my words.
"Come on, it's time to go home, before my parents worry about me." I add, thinking that it's strange to call family normally after such a long time of them being insects in my eyes.
I sigh heavily at my thoughts, sadness overwhelming me.
Never again...
TBC...
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A/N: I decided to wait a week before updating my stories, a new policy that gives people more of a chance to review my stories, so until next Friday, please review.
A/N: After some people asking to continue with the prequel to this, "The Saga of Evil," I decided to continue. Why the change in title? Because it's no longer going to be Ken becoming the Kaiser, the prequel isn't a requirement, I still suggest reading it, because it's good. Please review.
~*~
Disclaimer: Digimon isn't mine.
Ken: Gee, thanks a lot.
heath 999: For a sequel to the story that you hated? No problem.
Wormmon: *waddling in with a slice of pizza dangling from his front pincers* Where's the Digimon Emperor and Sam?
heath 999: *glaring at Wormmon* That's the last slice of pizza, you know.
Wormmon: *already eating it* So? After all the abuse that I take from being your muse, I have to get something back.
heath 999: *glaring at him*
Wormmon: Anyway, if you try to steal it, I'll just digivolve and kill you.
Ken: I never knew you could be so violent...
Wormmon: I am when it comes to food.
heath 999: ... Sam and the Digimon Emperor are in the unemployment line right now, there's nothing else for them here for now.
Ken: Now that's a fate worse than death.
heath 999: No kidding, please read and review.
~*~ ~Ken's POV~
It's been a day since I have found my heart.
I glance at the unending beauty of the digital world as I sit on a cliff, overlooking a meadow where I see In-training and Rookie digimon playing.
The only thing that's stopping the complete tranquility of the scene is my own creations.
They are every hundred yards or so, a black tower towers above everything, a needle that points straight up to the sky, marring the peaceful scene with an evilness and an ugliness that brings tears of regret and sorrow to my eyes.
I have tried to apologize to digimon and Wormmon many times.
Every time, all I get is accusations and attacks; my arms bore the scars of many digimon that haven't forgotten my reign of terror as the Digimon Emperor.
Only Wormmon seems to forgive me.
How can I expect them to forgive me?
When I haven't even forgiven myself yet.
I've seen the digidestined wandering around, cleaning up the mess that I've made.
I avoid them at all costs, not wanting to see their accusatory stares and feel their hatred.
Depression and sadness fills me as I bury my head in my hands, feeling my shoulders shake for the hundredth time ever since the dying form of Wormmon was in my arms.
Tears are now streaming down my face; I can feel the wetness as they slowly trail down my face.
Why am I such a screw-up?
I've failed with everything...
I've lost everyone I've loved...
Yet, it seems like humanity still cares about me.
They brought back the only living creature that I love...
Wormmon.
It even is trying to start a new life for me, trying to close an old wound that opened when I was old enough to realize Sam got all the attention.
My parents and I are trying to start all over again.
And I'm trying to start all over again in the digital world, destroying all that I've created.
What I used to think was my pride and joy as creations, now sicken me to even look at, but I have to, to redeem myself, but more importantly, to return the digital world to it's beautiful self.
It's the least I can do after screwing up so badly.
"Ken?" Stingmon's voice interrupts my thoughts, and I turn to him with a forced smile, knowing how upset he gets when he sees me crying, even though I can still feel the tears running down my cheeks.
He gently places his hand on my shoulder, and it sags under his weight, "how much longer are you going to keep blaming yourself?" He asks gently.
I sigh heavily, "It's all my fault, I'm never going to get those images out of my head of the digimon being tortured and killed by me. I-I-If I hadn't become-" I broke off sobbing, I couldn't even describe the monster that I became without crying.
Stingmon dedigivolves back to Wormmon, "why don't you talk to the others about it?"
"They wouldn't understand, they don't know what I went through, and I don't want to see their faces, not after what I did." I say, feeling my now-found heart sinking at my words.
"Come on, it's time to go home, before my parents worry about me." I add, thinking that it's strange to call family normally after such a long time of them being insects in my eyes.
I sigh heavily at my thoughts, sadness overwhelming me.
Never again...
TBC...
~*~
A/N: I decided to wait a week before updating my stories, a new policy that gives people more of a chance to review my stories, so until next Friday, please review.