Prologue 2
Imagine a room. The walls are made of rough stone; apparently we are in some sort of natural cave. The floor is cowered with a thick rug. Standing at one of the walls is a bookcase, filled from top to toe with strange titles like "Digital prophecies" and "Dark Digivolution, terrible or terrific". Beside it is a small chest of drawers. In a corner there's a small TV marked "Patamonic". In the middle there is a small, low table, and that is what actually matters in our story. Or rather, the man who's sitting at the table. He is in his mid-twenties, yet at the same time he is about a hundred years old, and his memory stretches back to the dawn of his world. He wears a cloak sewn together by leaves and vines. In front of him is something that looks like an old piece of crisp bread. Beside him is a small dog with a golden necklace. We'll call the man Manuel, for that is his name.
Manuel sighed.
- We'll try this another time, his furry companion said.
"Eight shall be called and eight there shall be/ Beings with power to unlock the seed/ Defeat the darkness, destroy its core/ Digimon follow them, they evolve to more/ Symbolical secrets, Summon them here/ But you must be careful, Danger is near/ Please do not litter".
- It's no use, Manuel said. We need to do something more than just recite the prophecy. Think, think Manuel. What would Gennai do?
Flashback
Manuel, now dressed in a long white coat is discussing with another, identical white dressed man
- … But I don't get it, Gennai. If these Digimon we're creating are so powerful, why are we hiding here?
- Manuel, these Digimon have the potential for power. Right now they're just completely ordinary Digi-eggs. The secret lies in the other things. The Digivices connects with the otherworldly beings known as humans and channel their excess energy into the Digimon. The crests in turn can, when used in conjunction with the digivices, amplify the energy created to incredibly powerful levels using human emotions. We also equipped them with a load of funny stuff like a clock and a built lamp.
- But why is it so needlessly complicated. If these humans are so powerful why don't we just summon a few, give them this stuff and watch them kick the ass of evil everywhere?
- It just doesn't work that way, Manuel.
- Why not?!
- I wish I knew, but I don't. Gennai frowns. That knowledge is a secret even to us.
Manuel was forcefully thrown out of his old memory by the revelation.
- The Crests!
- What? said a startled Salamon.
- Of course, Manuel muttered. "Symbolical secrets". He cleared his throat and looked at the confused Digimon.
- Get the crests, Salamon.
- Will do, the Digimon answered and went over to the chest of drawers, pulling out the lowest drawer with her teeth. She opened it and pulled out six golden necklaces, each with a small symbol on it (a sun, a yin yang symbol, a heart, a drop of water, an infinity symbol and a cross), and brought them back to Manuel.
- Thank you, Manuel said and pulled out two necklaces of his own (with an angel and a star on them). He cleared the table and placed the necklaces on it, forming a small circle. After that, he began to recite the prophecy once more.
A speckle of light appeared in each of the necklaces and as Manuel recited it grew stronger until it looked like it could tear reality itself apart (which it by the way could).
As Manuel finished the prophecy the light exploded in an enormous flash. When it had faded Manuel turned towards Salamon.
- Well they aren't here so they're probably in the area somewhere, Manuel said. Go and get Patamon and tell him you're on search duty. He added, in a military tone. There are eight humans out there. Find them and bring them back here.
- Okay, but one question, Salamon responded. What does a human look like?
- I don't really know, but they're not Digimon, plant or fish, so you'll probably know when you see one. Move out.
- Sir yes sir, Salamon joked and ran out into the wilderness, only stopping to bark at a winged dog-like Digimon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. Neither do I own any Digimon except for those that are created by me. They are owned by their owners. I do however own any and all characters I have created on my own and they may not be used by anyone else except those who want to (though it would be kind to ask first).