Rediscovering Destiny
By theladyknight
Disclaimer: Digimon and the song "On the Way Down" by Ryan Cabrera aren't mine.
Watase Jr.: Thanks for the suggestion. I have an idea that is, to some extent, similar to your suggestion.
A Hopeless Romantic: The card game was kind of just a whim. I threw it in but never really thought about it. Mimi's couple status will never be set in stone. There won't be a lot of any couple with her throughout the story's "real time", but there will be plenty of hints one way or another in the flashbacks. I'm going to try and stick with the canon ending, but I see no problem putting in hints for couples that never occurred, Michi being one of them. I like Michi, but I think throwing in hints with her for a few different guys—as the media paired her up with quite a few of them—will add to this story. But yes, you can expect some Michi in certain places, but not in this chapter. Hope I answered your question!
Teehee: Nope, it's a still a sorato.
Inconnu: You, come up with no plotline? Chica, I think we've discussed this…lol…
Ballet Kitty: Look up at the response for A Hopeless Romantic…it'll address some Michi questions…
Eliiriel: Yes, duck was very philosophical.
Moppy: I didn't get much of a chance to proofread last chapter as I was rushed for time, but I'll go back eventually and do it.
Calare: The Poi brothers were a bit freaky, the more I think about it. Yes, I'm not crazy about the whole "Hope and Light" destined to save every problem. It spins off that "Angels of Hope and Light thing." Instead, all the crests are important here. Is she pregnant? You'll have to see…
And thanks to: SaffireStarz, sorato-takari, Mrs. Ishida-to-you, KoumiLoccness, windedlove, and Wishinstahhz (all the reviews!)
Chapter 9: And You Saved Me from Myself
Consult any book. Check out any reference material. Call on any worldly scholar. Calculate any evidence found in artifacts.
You won't find the answers.
In the real world, humans make a living of documentation. Writing down oral narratives employs journalists, authors and scribes. Books and accounts require publishers, editors and cinematographers. Written information—true or imaginative—demands actors, computer technicians and crews.
From there, this unending cycle—a circle of history—continues onward, stretching across the globe and infinitely wandering to the borders researchers have yet to discover. These stories, the tales that make nations' backgrounds and mold them into the mosaic of one world, can be found all over.
But not here.
To most accurately describe the past events of the digital world, prehistory comes into play. This instills the fact that all happenings in this world took place before history—the written synopsis of past occurrences—developed, chiefly as the only inhabitants with writing ability were digital beings who chose not to write things down.
You will find the digital world to have a sort of history, per say, but it theoretically cannot be referred to or defined as "history". Instead, what is known about all aspects of the past, from the epic wars and battles to the original creation to the first creatures and menacing villains is all passed down through words.
Rich, lucid tales of adventure and drama, romance, angst and miracles are spread though an oral tradition of fanciful myths and legends. There is not a single creature residing in this world who does not know the build-up and decay of his or her world. There are hundreds of stories, each with an important point or moral like those of human fables.
But one story holds a greater importance than the rest combined.
Hundreds of thousands of year in the past—keeping in mind the aging of time in the digital realm can be manipulated—six humans set foot into this world, none of them knowing the impact their visit would have on the future.
It was a mistake they'd come in the first place, a technological experiment gone haywire. They, after plenty of bartering and effort, befriended six digimon, their partners who would stand by them through everything.
These six children were enthralled with this seemingly peaceful world. They traveled around with their partners, each taking in the marvelous secrets the digital world possessed.
At the time there was peace and unity here. Evil had, as it always does, made its presence known. But these mere children experienced only the good of the world, occasionally hitting bumps but never entering danger.
That all changed when they least expected it.
Like the Christian story of God and Lucifer, there happened to be two competing forces, each claiming responsibility for the world. Rheamon, the theoretical mother, radiated light while Cronusmon preached darkness.
Together, they originally compromised their differences and managed to rule the land without much chaos. But with, in Cronusmon's opinion, the intrusion of humans into the land, things changed.
The female was happy with their arrival. For ages, the elder and wiser digimon knew bits and pieces of the existence of humans but not enough of them. Rheamon wanted to extend an ethereal hand of friendship, seeing the possibility of a strong alliance between the two worlds.
Cronusmon didn't see things in the same light. Humans were vicious conquerors, bent upon forcing all digimon into slavery. Though his idea could have been plausible, the way he went about to solve his problem corrupted all the purity in it.
She wanted to send an envoy. He wanted to force all digital monsters into an army to wreak bloodshed on the humans, letting their dripping carcasses rot for all to see and to make an example of his power.
And thus two sides were formed.
Cronusmon, now fed and nurtured by power, was joined by four of his—and Rheamon's—children, all of whom, unlike every other digimon born from an egg, had been created from the dust used to form the digital world. Apocalymon, Myotismon, Devimon—accompanied by his lover LadyDevimon—and Daemon joined with their "father".
But Rheamon also had her own army, led by her other four children: Elecmon, Angewomon—and her lover Angemon—Wizardmon and Centarumon. These five took up their fort on the east while Cronusmon and his group ruled the west.
Now, with war between the two sides inevitable and Cronusmon making conscription of all digimon a law, the children found themselves at a crossroads. None of their digimon could ever remember a digital war. The land was not a safe place, particularly with as little defense as they had.
Seeing the peril they found themselves and plotting for after her victory, Rheamon took them in, offering shelter, protection and an explanation should they choose her side to fight for. Who were they to argue? The six originals were grated the power of digi-evolution after taking oaths of loyalty.
The bloody fighting began and continued on for ages, locked in a dangerous, silent stalemate. As if sensing her time was near, Rheamon used nearly all of her power and life-force to create four new digital monsters; four with the power and magnitude to rule the world in harmony.
Unfortunately, they lay in a vegetated state, unable to be awoken until Cronusmon was no more. And Rheamon would never live to see the day as, in her weak state, she was slaughtered by Apocalymon.
But good arose from the evil.
Rheamon's group lay in rubble with no leader. Internal disarray nearly tore them apart. However Centarumon, the youngest, stepped forward with a plan.
He had been blessed with the ability to divinize and see the future through the stars. It was all laid out in the heavens, he told them. Fate elected for this to happen. Rheamon's destiny had been fulfilled. The stars shone brightly on her decayed form—unable to be reborn as she was one of the creators.
But that wasn't the only thing written in the eternal sky. The heavens spelt victory if the group elected the ultimate sacrifice.
As Rheamon wanted to invite the humans in, she died for them. In order to save the entire digital world, those same children would have to die.
It was a hard choice to make. To die for one's own country is admirable but for a hostile, almost unwelcoming one? The kids were uncertain.
No one pressured them as Centarumon read the stars like a book, boldly evangelizing their message. It is up to the children…the choice comes of their own free will. To tamper with Fate is to secure your own deathbed.
Night and day came and passed, the decision weighing heavily on each and every mind. They recalled the reasons why destiny gave them the privilege to be there. Could they even go home if they wanted to? This, the digital world, was their home now, their final resting place. They couldn't forget what Rheamon did for them.
So they mad the ultimate sacrifice.
One by one, they—and their digimon partners—were led to holy ground, the exact spot Rheamon was murdered. By the sixth willing sacrifice, Cronusmon was no more.
Apocalymon took the reigns, as the stars foretold. His bid was nothing but unsuccessful. By the twelfth and final choice, he too vanished. The army of Rheamon watched as its foes fled.
Celebration was exuberant. The bonds of slavery Cronusmon put on digimon had disappeared. Young and old joined in this joyous occasion of freedom.
But Centarumon wisely avoided any celebration. He was the lone figure who knew the worst had yet to arise. He knew chaos and evil never seen before would reign. However, hope remained.
The oldest, vanquished with his father, would return, a puppeteer using pawns of his siblings to play his sick games. Eight children—each with more abundant power than the six originals—would provide his downfall once and for all after destroying his pawns.
Two of his pawns, the next two brothers in line, would suffer at the hands of these children as well. The third son would be resurrected at the hour of the beast and once more after confounding a human host. Light and the insistence of four more children would bring his downfall.
But the last son was the most dangerous. The twelve children would temporarily lock him into darkness. But he would feed off the darkness, gaining more power, ready to strike when they destroyed the digital world.
Centarumon was relieved to learn these children would not have to die. They would be in for one roller coaster ride of epic proportions to fix things and rediscover destiny when the time came.
And that time is the present…
The red flames of death catapulted closer as the Meramon's laughter resounded in the distance.
So this is it. Hikari looked around her, eyes focusing on all the destined. Everyone but Ken looks so lifeless and void of hope. I want to believe we'll be okay, but how can we escape this?
She locked her body, like the rest of her once-friends, preparing to meet death face to face. And we didn't have a chance to even try to fix what happened to this world.
The brunette's wine-colored eyes clenched shut as she felt what seemed to be a vacuum take her body prisoner. So this is death. It's not what I imagined. But why am I not feeling the flames? Eyes opened, revealing the digital world.
"What just happened?" Takeru voiced everyone's question.
"How the hell did we survive?" her older brother pounded his fist against his hand.
"You make it sound like you wanted to be obliterated back there. I'm sorry for interrupting your suicide wish. Don't worry, though, you'll have more opportunities like that in the future." The high-pitched voice sounded quite amused, like it hadn't been expecting that to happen.
But the question was: who just saved their lives?
One look, at least for the eight originals, told them the answer. "Piximon?"
"I don't know whether to feel flattered or shamed that you know my name, given everything you've forgotten about this world."
His words were like a samurai's sword, sinking deeply into everyone's hearts. "Piximon," Jyou spoke up at last, "why did you save us then?"
"Why did I save you, boy? You twelve are the only chance this world has to survive. I couldn't let the Dark One kill you!"
Daisuke's eyes held a questioning glance. "What do you mean we're the only chance?"
The small digimon sighed as if contemplating the best response. Or the response that wouldn't fuel the already on-edge angers. "Gennai wisely told me nothing. If that information fell into the wrong hands…"
"Are we going to get our answers?" Miyako demanded, hands glued to her hips. "I just want to go home!"
"You will get your answers in due time."
"Piximon, where are you taking us?"
He studied the redheaded female. "Gennai's headquarters."
"This is ridiculous!" Taichi couldn't contain his curiosity or temper much longer. "This is like a bad rip off of The Matrix or Harry Potter with all this "chosen one" stuff. Do you really expect us to believe this shit? I want answers!" ( I don't own either of them!)
"Would you cool off already?" Yamato's eyes were a deep ice blue. Poetically, they'd be deemed the jewels of the ocean. But this moment was anything but poetic. "Seriously, we'll get our answers soon enough."
"Stay out of this, Ishida."
They moved closer and sensing a fight, Ken tried to separate the two. "Come on guys. We're broken enough the way it is. There's no need to make things worse."
"He's right," Iori finally dared to speak up but was instantly silenced by Yamato's glare.
"I'm not looking for a fight, Yagami. I want answers too. I want to know why all of this," he gestured at the inhabitants of the floating bubble, "happened to all of us."
Sora couldn't hold back a snicker. All eyes turned to gaze at her. "As if you don't know how some of this shit happened in the first place."
Hearing Sora curse was a rarity, but the blond had gotten fairly used to it since their reunion the previous day. He marched over to where she was—as best as he could considering the cramped space. His eyes were emotionless and never left her. "I'm not the only one to blame for what happened. Don't go accusing me of things."
"Accusing you of things?" she retorted. "What did I accuse you of?"
His voice was a low growl. "You know full well, Sora. What happened with us is as much your fault as mine."
"Did I ever disregard that? What is your problem, Yamato? Why are you trying to play the hero and fix everything?"
"I think you known damn well what I'm trying to fix. I'm not trying to be a hero."
Mouth agape, Taichi stood in wonder, glancing at his two former best friends. "I take it things aren't so good in paradise."
"Maybe you'd know if you had bothered to stay in touch."
His eyes flashed dangerously in his little sister's direction. "I had my reasons. It was a personal decision."
"But did you ever stop to think that your family cared about you?"
"We all had our reasons, Hikari." Daisuke, though wanting to know why Tai had disappeared, jumped in. "There are some things you just feel like doing."
With a glare that would have made Myotismon proud, she was about to retort when another voice stepped in. "Just like you felt like getting kicked out of school and vandalizing buildings?"
Shocked at Iori's harsh words, Daisuke was unable to respond. "The rest of you felt like screwing up your lives too. So don't go yelling at him, Iori." Takeru had to shout to be heard over Yamato and Sora's full blown screaming match.
"Are you including yourself in that statement?" Iori turned his attention to the blond.
"He should be," Hikari's dislike was very much evidenced by her voice. "He may still be known anonymously, but I think it's time his Chosen of Despair penname is revealed."
"I knew it was someone in the group." In the far corner of the crowded, angry bubble, Mimi let out a shriek. "I knew it was someone from here who was leaking bad press!"
Jyou raised an eyebrow. "Is bad press the only thing you care about?"
"At least I'm doing something with my life. I haven't heard anything about you in the news."
"What would I rather be known as: a nobody or someone with a painkiller addiction?" he sardonically questioned.
Mimi let out a scream. "I can't believe I used to call you a friend!"
"Well, I can't believe I used to call you a friend, Mimi. I read about you in the tabloids on the Internet and quite honestly, I have a problem deciphering fact from fiction." Koushiro joined in the conversation.
As much as she didn't want to jump in to the pink-haired girl's defense, Miyako couldn't resist a jar at the computer whiz. "Why does it not surprise me that you find out these things from the computer? Do you ever take a break from it?"
He smirked at her, though put off by her comment. "The computer gives me knowledge. I know things you would never believe. Mimi, did you know the person responsible for those rumors about your drug addiction is standing two feet to your left?"
"QUIET ALL OF YOU!"
"It's no use, friend," Piximon cautioned. "From what I've been observing, the best thing to do now is let them fight. Goodness knows it's the only way they'll communicate until they learn what has conspired in their absence. We're almost to Gennai's. Relax, Ken."
I wish it was that easy. I really do hope we get there soon…
The room was as lively as a funeral home. At least no one's trying to rip each others' head off. Ken shifted in his chair to take a glance at everyone—seated as sporadically and far away from his or her neighbor as possible.
Instead of someone dying, the boy genius knew it was the crests and powers inside those there that had greeted death. There was no positive emotion present, with the exception of his waning hope. Contempt, fear and anger fueled the light of the warm fireplace the room offered.
Gennai entered the room for the first time, not a bit surprised by the setup that he faced. He had expected it; he would have been shocked if nothing like this occurred.
No one's eyes met with the digital being's. Every pair focused on the ground, the wall…somewhere that wasn't Gennai. They were wallowing in their own apathetic lives; apathy ruled their senses now.
But not for much longer.
"I imagine there are many questions lingering as to why you were sent here?"
"How'd you ever guess that?" Yamato's sarcasm interrupted the explanation.
With a reproachful sparkle, Gennai's eyes seemed to shut the blond up. "It would serve you all best not to interrupt me when I'm in the midst of the explanation. I understand you have…patiently…been waiting for it. Save your questions till the end, and I will answer them to the best of my knowledge."
Quite honestly, he'd expected some smart-assed comment, some sort of foolish, anger-induced taunt. Thankfully, with his hopefulness growing, the long overdue explanation was presented.
"I'm quite certain you have all realized there is a new, very powerful threat to this world. He calls himself the Dark One, but none of you are new to this digimon. Long ago, in the days of the very first digidestined, it was foretold in the stars that he would strike up once more after being defeated by you. It was prophesized that the Dark One would slowly gain power, starting with your defeat of MaloMyotismon while continuing to grow as you defeated yourselves."
"Defeated ourselves?" Jyou couldn't help to interrupt.
"Shut up, Kido!" Taichi called from his reclining chair. "Some of us want to listen to this so we can get back to our pathetic lives."
"Who would've thought you'd be so keen to get back to your pathetic life, Taichi. That's right…we know absolutely nothing about it." Sora spit out. She was so un-Soralike that both Ken and Gennai were at a loss for words.
With a smirk, the former leader refused to give in. "I could say the same for you, Takenouchi."
"At least she bothered to keep in touch with people," Mimi retorted, trying to push out of her mind that she was guilty of the same vice.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" The digital being's voice had returned, magnified by the room's acoustics and the irritating feelings the chosen were causing him. They sound more obnoxious than PrimaryVillage during baby boom season. "While you are here in this room, you will NOT argue, threaten or speak ill about one another. If you want to hear my explanations," he shot Yamato, who appeared ready to throw another smart comment out, a strong glance, "than you had best keep your mouths shut. Is that understood?"
A foul temper was completely uncharacteristic of Gennai. None of them, including Ken who had seen him daily for the past few years, ever saw him this way. For that reason, they wisely decided silence was the best choice.
"Thank you. You defeated yourselves by the choices and actions you made, starting at the time MaloMyotismon was defeated. By allowing yourselves to become corrupted and slowly but surely abandoning your crests, you have paved a yellow brick road for the Dark One to waltz into power. His takeover has been easier than any of the evil digimon before him. The amount of power he holds is unfathomable and his army wields that same negative energy. The Dark One has one key downfall, a weakness that, as promised in the stars, will lead to his downfall."
"You, the twelve chosen, must figure out the problems that led to your failed relationships, forgotten friendships and pick up the pieces of your crests, piling them back together to save this world and the fate of your own. Only by doing these things and bonding together as the team you once were will you succeed."
He took a deep breath and signaled with his hands that he was ready for questions. "What happened to our digimon?" Takeru asked.
Gennai's head fell at the mention of this subject. Though he knew it would be breached, he was not prepared to handle it. "The Dark One locked your digimon partners in an abyss of darkness and chaos. They've been there, tortured and wishing for death, from the second each individual crest was destroyed. One by one, with the exception of Wormmon, they have been banished there. I do not know what it will take to free them, but I'm fairly confident you will all have the power to do so, should you complete the quest ahead."
Mimi's eyes stared Gennai down. "So why did you summon us here if things are even more hopeless than when we first came? We're without any protection and are ready to flip out at each other at any minute. Why can't you just send us home?"
"It's that kind of mentality," he remained calm, "that has fueled the Dark One's takeover. You twelve and your partners are his lone threat as a complete, unified team. But as a group of individual pieces with no common bond and string that hides you together, he doesn't even have to worry about you. Giving up this easily shows how things have gone from bad to increasingly worse for your group over the years. Believe it or not, you have been connected to one another over these past five years. Ken and I have been monitoring…"
"Why does Ken know all this stuff?" Iori put up a hand.
The bearer of kindness decided to ease Gennai's role up a little. "I was summoned to the digital world a few years ago. Neither of us knows for sure why I was able to come here. Our educated guesses point to the fact that I'm the only one here who didn't betray or give up on my crest. Some of you have committed the first act while others have done nothing wrong but lost the faith. But that's the reason we're here now. We need to start over to make things right again. Don't say you don't care about this world. The digital world and its inhabitants are part of your past."
"A past I'd rather forget."
"Can't you see that selfishness will get us nowhere?" Ken demanded, rising to his feet and towering over Taichi. "We are a team; we have always been a team. Being part of the team, leader or otherwise, requires us to put our selfish needs and thoughts aside. Don't you guys remember when we all promised to stand by each other despite what obstacle the digital world threw at us? Are we just going to throw that out the window? Throw out all our friendships, memories and duties?"
Flashback
"So, we have to tackle another new enemy," Iori mused, voicing the thoughts of all.
The lights of Christmas illuminated their walking path. All eleven and their digimon casually trudged along, each trying to take in the news. They were quickly approaching the train station that would take Ken back to his home and knew their time to discuss the game plan was very limited.
"I'm sorry I can't be of more help in identifying this new threat,"
Miyako patted the prodigy on his back. "It's not your fault, Ken. You've done enough to help us the way it is. We wouldn't have any idea about it if not for you."
"But what do we do now?" Hikari wondered.
A sad smile worked its way to Takeru's lips. "We fight, just like we always do."
Daisuke nodded at his rival. "It's our responsibility to protect the digital world."
"And we'll be there to help you out,"
Taichi grinned at Sora's statement and the apparent confusion on the younger children's faces. "Did you really think we were going to let you tackle this on your own?"
"Come on, guys," Yamato wore a wolfish smile, "we may be old, but we're not out of it. We'll make time to be there and help out in any way that we can."
"We're a team," Jyou continued the explanation. "It's only right that we do this."
"I'll call Mimi tonight. I know she'll want to be informed of the happenings. No matter what's going on with us, we'll be here to help." Koushiro affirmed.
The younger group of chosen all looked touched. Daisuke widely grinned. "Now that's teamwork…"
"Somehow I doubt that this enemy will be easy,"
"You can say that again, Hikari."
Daisuke looked between the two siblings as they walked back to their apartments after bidding Ken goodbye. "We're definitely going to be in for one heck of a fight. But we can do it. We're the digidestined!" he proudly proclaimed.
The Yagamis laughed at his enthusiasm, and the bearer of courage ruffled his mini-me's hair. "That's the kind of thing we like to hear…"
"Do you think they'll be able to accomplish this?"
Koushiro knew this sort of response would come from Jyou. Always a bit of a worrier. "If they believe they can and we support them, then they'll have no problem."
"It'll be nice to be involved again," the blue-haired teen answered, immediately more optimistic after Koushiro's reassurance. "And it'll be nice to be part of the team."
"I know what you mean. And think about Mimi. She's going to be very willing to help out."
Jyou chuckled. "Sora showed me the last message she sent her. It seems like New York City is a bore compared to everything we went through in the past…"
Iori and Takeru exchanged warning glances. "Miyako, you're being very uncharacteristically quiet. Is something wrong?"
She refused to meet the eye of her younger friend. "It's just…after all of this; do we still have to fight? I love going to the digital world and having adventures there, but I'm sick of all this fighting and evil enemies. Why can't things be easy for us for once?"
"We wouldn't be the digidestined if it was any other way. I know the fighting gets to be overwhelming, particularly when it seems like the end is coming up fast. But it's just one of the things we need to do so that in the future, it's there for us and the digimon to enjoy. This is one of those times I feel like being selfish and saying "I don't want to fight", but in the end, I know it's up to us to do it."
She smiled at the two boys. "Thanks for the words guys. You're right; let's get this fight started…"
"Thank you for ordering, sir. Please come again."
Yamato walked over to where Sora and their digimon were waiting for him, the two digimon both very anxious for the snack he promised. "What's this?" Gabumon asked while sniffing the drink.
"Cappuccino," the blond replied, handing a warm cup to each individual. Slowly, now with a warm drink for all, they began to head in the direction of their apartments, staying in the more shadowed areas of the park so the digimon wouldn't attract too much attention.
"Yama…I…thank you," Sora finally decided to go straight to the point. "Thank you for saving me at the concert."
"Did you really think I would let those boards crush you? What kind of guy would I be then?" he let out a light chuckle.
She rolled her eyes, peaking back at the two digimon behind them—both of whom were trying to make it appear that they weren't eavesdropping in on their conversation. "You know…we're going to have to wait until we defeat this new evil to be like this."
"I know. But can't we casually be more than friends until that time? I know it sounds selfish to put us ahead of everything, but…"
"Casually more than friends works. We'll just have to wait till after we defeat this new evil before making things official."
He stopped her, turning her body to face his and lifting up her chin with his index finger. "Gives me more of a motive to fight…" he whispered before initiating a sweet first kiss…
End Flashback
"We're a team, like it or not. It's up to us to defeat the Dark One and save both worlds. If he is successful in conquering the digital world, earth will enter into the same darkness and apathy."
It seemed like both of their explanations were getting through. No one was emphatically leaping out of his or her seat to join in the fight, but at the same time, there was no one talking back or complaining. Maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to accomplish this.
"What about Azulongmon and the other three guardians? Shouldn't they be able to stop this Dark One guy?"
Yamato's question wasn't asked as a hinder-some thing and Gennai understood completely what he meant. "The Dark Masters once locked the four guardians away. The Dark One did the same, and sadly, it was thanks to you all that he was able to. When you freely gave up your crests, they were responsible for freeing the guardians. However, by abandoning these traits, they were left defenseless and vulnerable to his attack."
"That's about all the bad news we should throw at you for the night," Gennai attempted to smile at the group, but it appeared none of them were paying attention, all lost in their own thoughts. He had given them plenty to muse about. "The good news is that you are all here now and have started the long process of rekindling your gifts and traits. It won't be an easy quest. Tomorrow, I will send you off on your way. I have no idea what you must go through to individually earn back your crests. Nothing like this has ever happened before. It will most likely come as a result of trial and error. But rest up tonight. Tomorrow is a big day."
A silent stalemate had been formed, at least for the time being. No one anticipated this stagnant cross-fire and serenity to remain among the chosen. All twelve knew not to expect anything that great. "I'll lead you all to your rooms. Gennai will call you when supper is ready," Ken called out. Gennai's house wasn't used often, as the Resistance assumed the Dark One and his minions would stake it out, ready to attack it. But for the time being, it was the best, most comfortable place to house the twelve.
"Gennai," Hikari timidly spoke up, "who is this Dark One? You said we have fought him before. Is he…is he another incarnation of Myotismon?"
The digital being wearily sighed. "That he is not, Hikari. You and the second group of chosen were responsible for his defeat, but the original group also dealt with him. Daemon…"
A collective understanding sunk around the room. The battle lines had been drawn. The teams were formed. An explosion of good and bad had rocked this world, threatening to travel to their own planet. It was up to them, but hesitation and wariness would prevent them from working together the way they needed to. It was the beginning of something. It was the end of another. It was foretold in the stars, finally coming true before their eyes. It was up to them to solve their problems—however long that would take—before going on to save their loved ones. It was time to begin rediscovering destiny…
A/N: I'm so sorry it took me this long to get this out. Right now, I'm trying to balance my homework, college visits, scholarship essays and a whole bunch of other crap I'd rather not think about. But I'm going to do my best to keep updating despite how busy I get. I just apologize in advance if it's a while in-between updates. Next chapter of this will begin the quest toward team unity and all that to defeat Daemon. More questions—I probably left a lot of questions marks—will be revealed. Things will slowly progress and this story won't be done for quite some time. Please review!
Oh, the names in the myth at the beginning came from Greek mythology. Cronus and Rhea were the father and mother of the gods and goddesses. Cronus was later killed by Zeus. The myth and predictions here are significant to the plot; keep that in mind for the future. And the flashback dealt with the infamous Christmas Episode…:grins: Please review!
And please keep those affected by the hurricane in New Orleans, Louisiana and in Mississippi in your thoughts and prayers…
