This is the remake of my first digimon fic. And if you didn't know it already this is an original universe fic, using really reworked session four ideas. All characters are original. The first time I did this I had FlameGatomon in here, I thought this was a digimon from one of the games or shows that never came over to the US. Instead it was a fan-made digimon, sorry for causing any undo confusion to any who read the original fic containing FlameGatomon.

Also digimon have names of their own chousing, why? So I don't get them mixed up. Currently they will mostly be English names, perhaps some French, Spanish or German names as well. If you know a site with listings of names (any language is welcome) and their meanings please let me know.

Email me at cockpitdude2002 it is a yahoo account. I would put a link but FFnet has been cutting them out after I upload them.

Standard disclaimer: I don't own digimon - wish I did. I am writing this for fun and peer recognition, not for profit! There I said it and won't again.

-I didn't believe in destiny-

-------- C1) My name is Brent-----

----narration----

This is my story, others were there, but I'll be telling their parts as well. This all started with me, it had to start with me, why? Nobody knows ... it doesn't matter now. I guess I should start at the beginning; these stores always seam to start there.

----Brent----

My name is Brent. That is my name. I'm 17 and I' am the guy every sees but never talks too. That large guy with who always seams in a bad mood. Or the strange guy sitting under a tree with a book. I'm almost six foot six, with shoulders that made everyone want me to play linebacker. My dirty brown hair is always a tangled mess but I keep it from reaching past my forehead. Behind my thick-rimed glasses, my eyes look blue/green, but I'm told they always seam so hard. I usually laugh at that. On that day, such a long time ago, I had been wearing an old pair of jeans and a dark gray t-shirt. And as usual, I had on my heavy boots.

I was at my computer; that old pile of junk wouldn't let me get my email. Normally I would have been outside hiking or something, but the rain was coming down in sheets. Something was messing up my PC more than usual and I was getting mad. Finally, the page started to load, and as I was soon to realize, the odds where really against me. Lightning flashed and my screen blinked. After the lights came back on, I expected that I would need a new computer. I was certainly surprised to see it was still on and had loaded the page. That is until I checked the screen. It wasn't my page, and trying everything I knew it wouldn't close or switch to a different screen.

Most of the page was scrambled or distorted in some way. I could only read some of the first paragraph,

You are one of those chosen,

Destined to save countless worlds.

You are the ????? of ???(too distorted)

You can save these worlds, or doom them all.

A path of ??? and f??? is ahead.

One will ??? you, not by will but by ?????,

He holds the balance, you need to ??? him.

The choice is yours, will you fight or flee.

I didn't think much of it, assuming that it was just another annoying pop-up. The 'no' button was scrambled so much that I could barley see it. All that was left was the 'yes' button; I figured that if it killed my PC I could finally go get a new one. Now I kind of wish I had just pulled the plug, although I don't think that would have mattered.

In a flash of light my room vanished and I was falling through the air. I was spinning wildly and couldn't see much of anything. I finally stopped flipping around, only to see the roof I was about to hit.

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I awoke to the sound of moaning; it took a moment to realize it was me. When I finally pulled my eyes open all I could see was a dark brown. I felt around trying to find my glasses, I located them on a stand near the bed or cot I was on. After I put them on, I could clearly see the wooden ceiling. Trying to sit up, I winced as needles of pain danced across my back and chest. I wasn't wearing my shirt; someone had taken it off to bandage me up. I must have cracked a couple of ribs - it sure felt like it. The room I was in was small and except for the cot and stand rather unremarkable, I couldn't see any light fixtures and what little light there was came from around the door. Swinging my feet down from the cot, I yelped in pain as my foot, which must have been badly, sprained hit my boots, which I put on.

I had no idea what had happened, one moment I was at my PC, the next I hit a roof. All I remember after hitting the roof is raised voices and some pounding and being surrounded by colored blurs, then more pain and darkness.

I was getting restless so I checked the drawers of the stand. The top one held my shirt that had some fresh stitches and patches to go with the ones on my jeans. The second drawer was much like any junk drawer I ever saw, full of everything that one doesn't need but might. All I found of interest in it was an old fashioned Zippo, which I didn't hesitate to pocket. The last drawer was full of old bits of cloth and other sewing items; I almost closed it when I saw a glint of something near the back. It was a simple pocketknife that had two blades, one of which was cracked. I pocketed the knife as well.

I waited for a bit, but patience wasn't one of my strengths. So I was up and pacing back and forth. I had tried the door only to find it locked from the other side. Soon, very soon I was tired of pacing. I went to the door and called for anyone to let me out; when I didn't receive an answer, I tried knocking 'loudly' and calling louder. What little patience I had was gone, and my thanks for bandaging me up was fast dwindling.

I was done calling, I was going to knock down the door. Standing as far back as possible, I leapt at the door with all my weight. Unfortunately the door started to swing open just before I hit it. Me and whoever had opened the door went tumbling, my glasses went flying and I landed on my back with whoever sitting on my chest. Before passing out, I saw a blue blur perching on my abdomen.

I woke up feeling much better than I had earlier; this was forgotten when I realized I was tied down to the bed. This stirred up a lot of bad emotions and some thoughts that I didn't like. I started thrashing around and shouting to be untied. Almost right away a door opened and closed. I didn't hear any footsteps but a voice spoke next to my ear, "Calm down, you won't be hurt. You're tied down because you tackled the sheriff's son. Here are your glasses."

I stopped struggling; I think I may have even stopped breathing. Standing on the cot next to me was a Gatomon, a digimon from the anime show I used to watch. It looked like a cartoon cat with a big ears and short white fur with purple stripes and longer purple hair on her ears and tail tips. She wore tiger striped gloves and a golden ring on her tail just like the one from the show but her big eyes where a soft amethyst.

I knew I was staring but I was looking at a character right out of the TV. Then the thought hit me, I was in the digital world but why me? Apparently the Gatomon had had enough of my staring, "Stop looking at me like that. For the first human this village has seen, you are making a bad impression."

Normally, I would try to act polite, but this was way past normal. "My computer went nuts, I fall through a roof, and wake up to find myself locked in a room. Get knocked out trying to get out and now I'm tied to a bed and talking to an anime cat that could kill a tank! And after all that I should be worried about making a bad impression." I couldn't help but laugh at the expression on her face. When I stopped laughing, I went back to trying to get lose.

The Gatomon hoped down from the bed and pulled a chair over. She sat down and just looked at me for a while before saying, "Maybe you should be. You did put a hole in the mayor's house, and then you tackled sheriff Vincent's son. You haven't even thanked me for bandaging your wounds."

I didn't care about any of that, I asked something that just occurred to me. "So what is this world like? Is it like any of the shows on TV?" I figured I might as well get some info while I could.

She seamed surprised, "what shows are you talking about? The realty shows or some soap operas, I bet it was 'All My Digieggs.' My name is Fay, if you where wondering. What's yours, or should I call you 'human'?"

Now I was surprised, "My name's Brent. And since when did digimon have names?"

She shrugged, "why wouldn't we. All digimon take names when they digivolve to champion." I kept trying to get loose as she was talking. And she got frustrated, "So are humans really like all the myths and legends, from what I'm seeing they are not so different from some digimon."

I had no idea what she was talking about, "what myths? People aren't all alike, some are nice and some are idiots."

She hopped down from her chair and walked over to the door laughing a sad kind of laugh. She looked back before opening it, "I guess the legends never heard of you. Legends are never true." She said that last part like maybe they should have been.

Before she could go out the door I asked, "any idea why am I here?"

She stepped out the door and looked back, "Maybe it's just fate."

I shouted at the closing door, "I don't believe in fate!"

I was tired of struggling against the ropes, but I was just as determined to get loose. Then I realized what an idiot I was - I had the pocketknife I'd found earlier. Stretching around I could barely touch my pocket, but with a good bit of squirming I finally got it out and flipped it open. The ropes were pretty thick and took a while to cut through.

I was almost free; all that was left was the rope around my ankles. I was anxious and had the feeling that someone would be coming soon. That is probably why my hand slipped, I cut through the last bit of rope and into my ankle. I screamed.

I ripped off a peace of the bed sheet and tied it around my ankle. I looked to the open window but I wouldn't be able to run with my ankle. Not to mention it was still daylight out and anyone could see me. Then there were footsteps and voices coming closer to the door. I didn't have any time.

----Fay-----

She was writing to a fellow doctor about humans. She had gathered a lot of notes by watching Brent. She couldn't help but wonder about him - he seamed to heal quicker than what humans were thought to. And he seamed more agitated about being trapped than anyone she could think of; even bird digimon didn't get so aggravated in caves.

The second knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. She put down her pen and went to open it, She knew who it was even before opening it. It was a short Exx-Vemon, "Hello, Fay."

"Hello, Sheriff Vincent." She and the sheriff had always been on good terms. That is until a few months ago when he started to get angry about silly little things.

"I came to talk about the human. Everyone thinks it's time we make him leave town." He had been especially mad about Brent. Even to the point of forcing her to tie him down.

"His name is Brent. And don't you mean 'you' want him gone?" She wanted Brent to stay for a while so she could study a human and maybe get rid of some of the rumors that have always been around. It was strange to her that the digital world had so many old rumors about humans but the only contact it had was television shows that are much newer, and defiantly faked using computers and actors.

"The human is going to leave today. He is too much of a distraction to everyone," he was right about that. Everyone in town was talking about Brent.

"Brent will leave when I'm sure he is better," she waved Vincent out the door and followed him out. "Besides," she went on, "I don't think he will until he knows why he is here."

Vincent talked about some normal daily things while the two of them walked toward the town hall and started towards the room Brent was in. A scream echoed down the hall from his room, they both started running. The sheriff got to the room first and threw the door open, nearly taking it of the hinges. She ducked under his arm to see the room empty. The sheriff went to the open window and squeezed out shouting for any who may have seen Brent leave.

Fay walked to the bed and saw the bit of blood and the cut ropes. She shook her head and walked to the window to watch the search. She heard some footfalls behind her but thought it was someone coming to see what had happened. She froze when a sharp edge was pressed to her neck. "Don't shout Fay, it's just me," the blade was removed and she turned to see Brent put away a pocketknife.

-----Brent-----

The footsteps where almost right outside the door. I pulled on my boots and dived under the bed. I pushed myself against the back wall as the door slammed open. I could see a pair of clawed blue feet and most of Fay's lower body. The feet went to the window and out it, shouts started echoing around outside. Fay walked to the bed and sighed before she went to the window.

I slid out from under the bed and started for the door. I stopped and looked at Fay, and I decided to do something very stupid. I flipped open the pocket knife and pressed it to her neck, "Don't shout Fay, it's just me." I knew that I could have been seriously hurt, but she didn't strike me as a fighter. I put away the knife as she turned around.

She was shocked, for a moment, then she got mad, "What are you doing?" she turned and shut the window and shutters before I could make up an excuse. She turned back to and she looked like she really wanted to cut me with her claws, "You act like you don't care what happens to you. Or anyone else."

I shrugged before sitting on the chair she had earlier, "I don't. Why waste time planning something that won't happen the way you planed it. Most the time no one is in control of anything. So I go with what happens."

She wasn't expecting that. I checked my makeshift bandage wile she thought. She told me latter what she was thinking, 'He acts so recklessly, and at the same time he shows his intelligence. He shifts from one way of acting to another with such ease. Dose he even notice, or has he always been like this.' She shook herself from her thoughts and said, "Let's hide you in another room."

I shook my head, "No. I need to get out of town. Is there any place I could hide without being found? Some where no one ever goes."

She walked over and opened the shutters a bit to peak out of the window, "The only place I can think of would be the old tunnels. You could hide in one of the older caverns. No one goes down there unless there is an attack. But that hasn't happened in a long time." She went over the door and walked out calmly. After looking around she waved me after her.

As we went down the halls I wondered what the tunnels were for. I asked her after she checked around a corner. She said, "Back when the town only had a few champions the tunnels where dug. They were built like a fortress, so the whole town could hide safely during the frequent attacks." I asked her about the attacks she kept mentioning. She pushed me into a corner as a pair of Biomon walked out of a doorway. They went back the other direction not even noticing Fay, let alone me.

"the attacks are mostly wild digimon, everyone calls them Wild Ones. Wild Ones are digimon who refused to live peacefully or who couldn't for some reason. You'll learn about all that later," she opened a door at the end of the hall. She swung the door open, pinning me behind it. A Gargomon and a Piximon went up the hall arguing about something.

I watched them turn around a corner when a hand griped my shoulder. Another hand closed over my mouth as I was lifted and cared into the room. I was pulling at the hands and trying to breathe as I was dropped into a chair. "ALEX! Did you have to do that?" Fay was standing on the conference like table.

Alex stepped around my chair, smacking my shoulder with his wings. He was an Angemon. A tall human like digimon with many angelic quality. Long golden blond hair. long softly muscled body that hid its strength behind silken garments. An angular chin and sharp mouth, eyes hidden behind a strange helmet. He was just like the Angemon from the show except his wings six wing where longer and he wore silver instead of blue.

He picked up his staff from the chair it was leaning against and went over to Fay and glared at her. At least I think he was glaring, it's hard to tell with that helmet. They started talking to each other in hushed voices.

"He would have escaped anyway. This way I can keep an eye on him." The conversation was becoming heated. It was interesting to know that she was watching me for some reason. This room had a stone floor while all the others had dirt or wood floors. It was a conference room; it had lots of chairs and the long table in the center.

"He shouldn't go there. I don't know him, he might cause problems," Alex defiantly didn't like me. But why? Their conversation looked like it might become violent. He kept waving to a banner on the wall. I hadn't noticed the banner before; it was interesting.

I stood and went around the table to it - the banner went from ceiling to floor. The center of the banner was blue green ball that represented this world. Around it was a star of golden lines. Swirls of colors was at each of the five points, in the center of each was a crest. The top crest was the crest of courage on a circle of red and silver. Going clockwise, the next was the crest of knowledge on yellow and light blue. Then came hope on purple and dark blue. Reliability was on brown and green; it had a line of black around it. The last one I had never seen before, it was a hand with a stylized eye in its palm; it was over black and white.

I was studying the area around the star - it was just a blurred mass of red, black and swirling gray, when Fay finally convinced Alex. I looked back at them, Fay was smiling and Alex was rubbing the palm of his hand, he defiantly didn't look happy. They both just stood there for a while so I asked, "Where is the entrance to the tunnels?"

Alex came around the table and pushed me away from the banner. He pulled the banner aside and opened the door that was behind it. He folded his wings and entered; in a moment his staff started glowing. Fay, looked very excited about entering the tunnels for some reason as she went in after him. I entered the tunnel and let the banner fall back, but left the door open.

Most of the tunnels were empty and narrow. Some of them branched off and a few lead deeper into the ground. We crossed a few caverns full of crates and sacks of grain and other foodstuffs. We had been walking for several hours and the tunnels started to look more natural and were full of old furniture and antiques.

Alex had been leading us through hidden passages and past secret doors. I was getting hungry when he and Fay stopped before a carved archway. He looked to me and then to Fay; he thrust his staff at me, "Swear by what you hold true. Swear that you will never tell about what lays ahead. Swear to hold its secrets for eternity."

I was kind of expecting him to say something like this or to make me do something strange but I wasn't expecting the emotion his voice held. I looked at where his eyes would be, "I swear by what I do. My actions will hold my oath."

He shook his head, "You can't swear by your actions. You must swear by some great power." His staff shrunk as he spoke and he tucked it into his belt. His hand kept shaking as he spoke.

I squared my feet and stared right back, "There isn't a power in this world or my own that I hold true. I won't swear by anything other than myself."

His frown got worse but Fay interrupted, "Just take his word, you won't get anything better." She seamed really eager to go, "Let's go already."

Alex glared at me for another moment before he turned and ducked under the arch. Fay went in and I was close behind her. The arch lead to a small stone walled chamber. The walls looked like they had been grown instead of cut or built. The most interesting thing was the far wall, made seemingly of solid gold. Alex walked toward it, as he came closer a circular depression appeared.

In the center of the depression was the strange eye-in-palm crest I saw earlier. Alex placed his large hand over the crest. Suddenly, there was a shink of metal. He pulled his hand away reveling the crest covered in blood. The blood was drawn into the crest as Fay wrapped a bandage around the eye shaped cut on his hand. I looked at his hand, there where several old scars like this cut.

"What is in there?" They both ignored me. The room shook and the gold wall began to sink into the floor. "What is going on here?" They still ignored me. Finally the wall was open and they started in.

Inside was a giant temple-like room. The entire room was light with a mix of pure white and black light. The walls where covered with a large mural. It showed a great battle between hundreds of armored figures and shadowed creatures. The domed ceiling held the orbs that emitted the strange flickering light and another mural. This mural showed five distinct figures surrounding a ball of writhing black gray and red. Each of the figures was surrounded by a golden aura.

We had all stopped just inside the door. Alex broke the silence, "You mustn't touch the statue." I was so interested in the mural that I had over looked the statue that stood in the center of the room. Alex stayed by the door as me and Fay walked toward the statue. "If you do touch it you will simply and silently diaper.", Alex's voce was strong and steady but something about how he spoke made me think he was afraid.

It was cut from a plain slab of granite. The body was tall and strong covered in armor. Under the shifting light, it looked as though it breathed. The entire statue was cut in such detail that I was amazed to see the face. The face was nothing but a blank circle left undone. A pair of gauntlets rested in the outstretched arms. They where made of beautiful crystal bound together with twisted bands of black iron. The fingers ended in long hooked claws. On each of the palms was a brass inlay of an eye.

Fay and I came to a stop in front of the statue. She looked down and read the plaque that was at the foot of it. It read:

I am the source of light

I am the void of darkness

The Deliverer of Fate

I will oppose the shadows,

With all of my might

Powers of creation,

Powers of destruction,

Lend me your might, help me.

Help me cleanse the corrupt.

My eyes kept going back to the blank face, but it wasn't really blank. It was worn smooth, like time had only touched the statues face. "Stay away from there!" Fay and I looked back to the door.

Alex was grappling with a short stout Exx-Vemon. Fay asked aloud, "Vincent?" this must have been the sheriff she mentioned earlier. He ripped Alex's staff from his hands and brought it down on top off Alex's helmet. Alex fell to the floor in a heap, a large crack almost splitting his helmet.

Fay ran towards them to help Alex but got kicked like a ball. She bounced off the wall and landed near the door. She tried to stand but fell back to the floor. I can't remember much of what happened after that. Fay told me it later, I don't want to believe it but I have no chose.

----Fay-----

As Fay lay on the ground in pain she couldn't help but wonder how Vincent became so strong. He was made sheriff because he was friendly not because he held any great power. He was always beaten in the holiday games; even his son, a rookie, beat him in wrestling.

She rolled onto her side, groaning in pain. Alex was seriously hurt and Vincent was walking forward, he stopped under the edge of the dome. He started talking or rather growling, "You won't serve the sprit knights. I won't let you oppose the shadow kings." With a roar he drew his arms across his chest and shouted, "XV-Laser!" His arms snapped open as the strangely dark blast flew toward Brent and the statue. Brent fell to the ground, buffeted by the power of the blast as it passed over his head and struck the statue.

The statue shattered, scattering stone across the floor and leaving a light dust hanging in the air where it was. The dust was forced away by an invisible burst of power revealing the gauntlets. They floated with a glow of white and black, as they floated their fingers flexed into fists.

With a crack like thunder they zoomed toward Vincent. He smashed one away as the other drove into his ribs. As they came back around, he grabbed one and tossed it at the other, both of them flipped toward Brent. He raised his arms to catch them, both Vincent and Fay screamed, "NOOO!" Fay shouted because Alex had told her that anyone who ever touched the gauntlets had died, or worse.

Before Brent could grab them they turned in midair and griped his hands. Time froze as he let out a heart stopping scream and the gauntlets shattered. The gauntlets became bands of digicode and wrapped around his hands and wrists. I didn't realize he was still screaming until he stopped, he dropped to his hands and knees panting for air. He stayed there as his skin pulsed with back and white light, a light stronger than that which lit the room.

Vincent took a step back, shaking, "No... humans where only suppose to serve them not... not become them..." his voice shook as he looked at Brent.

"NO, you corrupted form. The Sprit Knights are not digimon served by humans but rather humans served by digimon. Your masters never understood that." Alex was standing. Through the crack in his helmet, one of his eyes burned with such a passion that Fay would never forget, couldn't forget. He took a step forward leaning heavily on his staff.

Alex was about to say more when Brent stood, his gauntleted hands rolled into tight fists. He raised his head; everyone stumbled back at the sight of his face. It was his face but at the same time it was harder, like it was the face meant to be carved on the statue and his eyes glowed with the power he now held. His voice rang in our minds as well as our ears like the trapped power of the forgotten gods, "Five hundred years and the corrupt kings still rule. I have waited trapped outside of this world waiting for another chance. I am the bearer of the crest of Fate, the Knight of Life and of Death. I will free this world, starting with you!"

He exploded into motion crossing the few feet between him and Vincent, delivering a maelstrom of punches before Vincent could move. Vincent tried to move backwards but was grabbed by his throat, the claws of the gauntlets digging into his neck. Vincent was lifted from his feet and thrown upward. "Fate's Cross!" Brent slashed the air with his hands held palm out. An 'X' was formed one beam black and the other almost painfully white. They hit Vincent and forced him upward, crushing him against and into the domed ceiling.

For a moment it looked as if he was still able to fight ,but then his digicode appeared and his body turned black. His digicode was covered with round spots of red. Fay looked back toward Brent as he spoke again, "Darkness will be the end of the corruption..." he raised his right hand and black gas sprayed from the eye in the palm, eating away at the red spots in Vincent's code and leaving gaping holes. "...As light restores the true soul." He raised his left hand and a ray, a blinding white ray leapt forth and wrote new code over the holes in Vincent's digicode. Vincent's code drew back into him and his color returned and he fell to the floor, landing with a dull thump.

Alex took a step toward Brent but before he could take a second Brent collapsed. Alex rushed to him and kneeled beside him as Brent started moaning in pain. Alex looked frantic and after a moment he said in disbelief, "He doesn't have a crest?" His head snapped around as Fay stood up, "Fay something's wrong." Before ether of them could do anything the chamber shook.

Fay hobbled over to Brent as Alex tried to wake Vincent. she was dragging Brent toward the door when a big blue hand picked them up, Vincent was up and helping them now. She had no time to react to his sudden change as all of them ran from the chamber and Fay lost consciousness on the way back to town hall.

----Narration----

Yes, that's how this started. So many things could have been better if only they started a little different.

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this is a remake of the first chapter in my first digimon fiction. I haven't wrote anymore chapters at this time as I am waiting for inspiration regarding the other Guardians. Suggestions are welcome. All I have is Brent(done with initial concept) and Guardians 2 being a girl, 3 a boy, 4 girl or boy. I would like to break the long running theme of male digidestend outnumbering female digidestend. I only need help with character development and character appearances, their 'SpirtKnight' forms where completed long before I planed to right this story. I'm only asking for help because of my long standing lack of ideas for these character.

I am without Meruml's assistance in proofreading while he is off at collage. So please note any errors in spelling or grammar (or anything that doesn't appear correct or needs improvement) and tell me in your review. Or email me with your finds.