Prologue

People, society in general are sheep to me. They run in flocks thinking that they have enormous freedom. They look upward and all-around, feeling great about themselves. The individual is a myth. The so-called individual follows the crowd like everyone else. They only think they are unique in the universe because they have yet to meet a person like them. If you take a black sheep out of every heard and place them in a single pen are they really unique anymore. And in that same pen I put a single white sheep in there would that 'individual' be independent. We are all bound by rules even I; without rules things cannot work.

Now you're probably thinking am I the one that created these walls that surround the world. No, I am not responsible for them. I am something else but that is not important for the time being. What is important is what is about to pass. The earth is changing, for the better or worse I do not know. Many of us have waited a long time for this moment. The rift is nearly sealed and no one is prepared for it. With the link between the humans and what you call digimon open and restored, all that's left is the fourth race to be reunited.

This is an exciting time, many doors are opening and I can only hope they choose the right ones and keep the wrong ones closed. Like all children they will need guidance. I use the term children loosely; I merely mean those who have come after me. I am no god. I am just a being trying to correct past mistakes done by my pears.
A/n: This story takes place 4 years after season 2 and will be told three separate ways. You guys are probably going ok? Whatever. Once I get the ball rolling everything will become clear. And those of you who are reading One boy's journey bear with me I hit the wall with that one and while I was thinking I came up with this one.