Destined To Be Deceived
Note: This is a new fic of mine. Feel free to flame it, or whatever you won't. Constructive criticism would be helpful, though.
Prologue
The crests. The crests are the key to Digivolving, or so some believe. Others, however, think that is not so. These ones believe that the key to divi-evolution lies in the heart of the Tamers, the Digi-destined. Without the right thing in their heart, evolution cannot be done. The popular belief is wrong.
The Digi-destined do not need Crests. How do I know this? It's simple. I was there the day that this was proven wrong; I was one of the ones to disprove it. We were just the Chosens of a particular thing, a particular element; the Crests were just used as a symbol, to boost our confidence. However, one day, the Crests seemed not to work. We couldn't evolve, because they were destroyed, and we believed that the Crests were needed in order to have our Digimon go to the next level. We were wrong. We were destined to be deceived.
We paid for it dearly, though in the end we figured it out. This tale is so that you will all know the truth that is hidden from every group of Digi-destined; the truth that will make it so that what happened to us never happens again. That would be the worst thing in the world. I know.
My name is Rikui Hirotashi, and this is my tale. Listen to it carefully, for it is important. It will mean either that you can continue among the living, or that you will die. There is no in-between.