Thank you to everyone who submitted their OC's! Im going to create a new story under the title "Digimon:War against the Crests of Evil" And just for you guys a Prolouge to my story.The elderly man looked out his window as the rain hit it, making a noise that was snynchronized with his heartbeat, tapta-tapta. Today was his last day on this earth, his last day to hear the rain tap on his window, to smell the clean hospital room, and the last day to be the last surviving digidestined. He knew this, sensed it as if it was a sneeze. But as he lay there, alone, remembering memories of his days as fighting alongside patamon, sent tears down his old worn wrinkled skin.
"T.K. come on we're waiting for you!" looking up seeing patamon and his friends as they were so many years ago. He knew he was the last surviving digidestened, the holder of the crest of hope and the last hope for the digiworld as it was soon falling into darkness and chaos. But he knew when one dies one is born, and he knew a new generation of digidestined would save both worlds as they did many so many years ago…he had hope.
"Don't worry my friends I'm coming..." Tapta..tapta….Tapta….