Skye sighed as he looked out of the window of the taxi, the rain rolled down the glass and the young boys followed it until it was out of sight. Sighing he leant back against the leather seat, looking at the roof of the car, Davis and Veemon were fighting over the last Rolo but Skye was not paying much attention, and had learnt too block out peoples voices, a handy trick when your brother was Davis.

"Its mine you had the last one!"

"No I didn't that was you!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Ha!"

"Dammit!" yelled Davis as once again Veemon had used the oldest trick in the book too out smart Davis and munched on the small chocolate, while Davis went off in a sulk. Skye sighed and shook his head, it was hard too imagine that Davis and him were brothers, the only things they had in common was the fact that they loved soccer, but the similarities ended there. Slowly he pulled out of his pocket the small crest, he looked at it closely and then at the symbol in it, it was a crown…and a moon…what could it mean?

"Skye?"

"What!" he yelled in surprise and quickly stuffed the crest back in his pocket, he was not ready too tell him he had got a crest from a dream, Davis would probably think he had gone over the edge. He looked at the person who had called him, sure enough it was his brother and he seemed too have been taken aback by his outburst.

"Uhhh were here…" he said slowly

Skye gave a confused look, then looked out the window and saw a familiar sight, his home. It was exactly the same, even after all this time, he could not help but smile, not caring that it raining and all he had for protection from the rain was shorts and a t-shirt, he ran out into the street, he could hear his brother yelling at him but he did not care, he just ran towards the door and smiled and slowly took the handle too the door and twisted it too the right and slowly opened the door, as he did he could see nothing but darkness, slowly he flicked on the light switch and looked around smiling all the time. Just the same as always, same furniture, same warm glowing fire, same glowing ball of light in from of the computer, same- wait what! Skye looked back at the computer where he had seen the light, but it was gone….it must have been the light reflecting the screen, he told himself. Sighing he slowly flopped into the nearest chair and smiled closing his eyes just trying too feel back at home, a smile plastered on his face.

In the digital world

Blackwargreymon sighed and looked at the silver moon watching over the stars high in the sky, a beautiful site, which he had nobody too share, the feeling made him sick. Everyone had somebody except him, who would want too, be friends or get close too a Digimon of darkness, just look at Puppetmon, would he end up like that? Die without anyone feeling grief for him. He felt anger and misery at this thought, but as always he let his anger show instead of any emotion, he clenched his hand into a fist and sent a powerful blow at the nearest tree, his hand went right through the bark as if it was paper, not surprisingly the tree collapsed and the virus digimon sighed and looked down.

"Is that I am hated? All I can show is anger…I cannot show any other emotion, what good is a heart when all you can use is one emotion…those children called the Digi-destined said that true power comes from within, and anger was only a quick way too gain power, but a power that could easily be lost, my creator obviously wanted a creature that could increase its power easily, so that must be why anger takes over all my other emotions…" he told himself, now looking at what remained of the once tall tree standing proud. Sighing he looked back at the sky, it was clear and bright, where as the virus digimon was confused and dark, alone and it seemed like it may stay like that.

Skye eyes slowly opened, his vision was slightly blurry so he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and slowly sat up, he was in his bed, he looked out the window, it was pretty dark and he could see the full moon, his eyes travelled round the room and he smiled, just as he had left it, he then began too wonder how he had woken up, he then heard a strange ringing noise, it was soft but clear, maybe someone left the TV on? He sighed and slowly slipped out of his bed and placed his slippers on and his dressing gown on as well, after he realised how cold it was. Slowly he walked into the hallway passing Davis room, he smiled at the sight. It was no surprise to see Davis snoring peacefully, with a sleeping Veemon snoring just as loudly on his stomach. Slowly Skye continued too walk down the hallway and into the living room. He looked over by the Television, it was off and nothing else seemed too be on, that was odd. He was about too go back too bed when he heard the noise again, it was coming from the study. He slowly walked down the hallway once more and opened the second door too the right, he tried flicking the switch but just his luck it was broken. He looked round the room, until something caught his eye, the computer screen was on, and it was the source of the noise, more bizarre was the fact the screen was completely red. Slowly he moved closer and pushed the off button and the screen went black and the noise stopped, slowly turning round too head back too bed, until he heard the noise again and spun round too see the screen back on and now not only was it red but numbers and digits flashed on the computer, he tried the off button again but it wouldn't turn off, he was starting too get freaked out so he quickly ducked under the table and pulled the plug that connected too the computer, but it was still going. Skye was about too call for Davis but that's when the screen shone a deep silver slight, it was the same light from his dream! He closed his eyes and covered his face with his arms as the bright light was too much, soon the light faded and slowly but surely Skye opened his eyes. The screen was off, the noise had stopped and everything was normal. After a minute of calming he sighed with relief and turned round, only too jump back and yell at what he saw. There was a strange device floating in front of him, it was silver, and had gold sides, it seemed too be like a stop watch or a mobile, slowly he reached out too it and took it in his hands, he looked at it closely and saw an image of crown with a moon on it, he then pulled out the crest, they were the same pattern….this was definitely weird, and so it was time too call the expert in weird.

"Davis!" he yelled

Back in the digital world

Blackwargreymon had been walking for what seemed like hours, he felt exhausted and weak, he hated weakness, it was like an illness you could catch and being weak was something that he would never become, so he kept on going. He was walking up the side of a mountain when suddenly he felt an immense pain in the back of his head, he yelled loudly and fell down, a large part of his helmet was ripped off at the back, he spun round and saw a hooded figure standing their a blue fire ball in the figures hand.

"It's a shame I have too destroy you" he said his voice overly confident but calm. The virus digimon growled and weakly got too his feet.

"I could have used some of your armour for scrap metal" he sneered

"Well you're a bit over confident, try attacking when my back is not turned" snarled the virus digimon and he charged forward intending too slash the figure but he disappeared and the virus digimon stopped in his tracks only too feel an immense pain in his back and he fell too the floor again.

"Pathetic, wild digimon are nothing without a human, you may be a mega level digimon, but your still weak" he heard the voice say and he felt a foot on the back of his head.

"I'm weak!" he said slowly in his mind, no it could not be…he could see the shadow of the figure raise what looked like a sword ready too finish off the virus digimon, he closed his eyes, he was going too die, alone, his worst fear. But then it stopped, the pain, the sorrow, it all left him, opening his eyes he saw something around him, its outline glowing silver, he looked round and saw the hooded figure screaming in agony against the wall. The virus digimon slowly stood up and saw the marking around him was that of a crown, and a moon on the front of the crown. He felt power rushing through his veins, he looked towards the figure, not caring what this power was, he was not angry, just determined too win.

"I will show you who the weak one is!" he yelled and jumped in the air and formed a massive ball of fire in his hands.

"Terror Destroyer!" he yelled as he threw the ball at the figure who screamed once more, before exploding into millions of pieces of data which disappeared into the sky.

"So he was a digimon…" he said slowly and looked at the ground, the symbol gone…what had that been? Such power...never before had he felt something so strong, and it was not anger, determination, a new emotion he had used…so anger was not the source of his power…interesting. Slowly looking once more at the floor, he kept walking down the side of the mountain.

Whoa what was that all about? Skye has got a digivice, and at the same time so wacko tries too destroy Blackwargreymon? Is there a connection? Find out next time on Digimon, Digital Monsters!