Hey there! This chapter is going to get a little confusing if you don't watch or read many time travel situations. It is possible to have multiples of the same person existing in the same place as long as they come from different points in their own personal time line. While that runs the risk of a paradox, that risk is reduced if they do not make actual contact.

I also hope none of you do mind a little chaotic destruction. There will be mentions vaguely of death, but not really specific at this point. Finally, if you like how things are going so far, leave a review please. I like a little feedback, both positive and negative. However, do not just complain for no real reason. So thank you and hope you enjoy this chapter.

Destiny was practically bouncing with excitement in her seat. She had been invited to a birthday party for one of her new friends. The young girl watched cars and trucks of various shapes and sizes pass by the window as her parents drove her to the park. While the walk there was not unbearable to manage, they were planning to run some errands while she was there. But her mother had given her specific instructions to be on her best behavior and to do what the adults told her to.

The girl grinned to herself as she watch a long, silvery, cylindrical truck with stickers on it pull past the car window. She had been a little sad when she'd found out they were moving away from her old home. It wasn't that she'd been leaving a lot of friends behind, but she was going to miss her old room. Now, she had new friends. She was even friends with big kids. And digimon.

The child had found the presence of the digital creatures amazing. The first one she had seen, she hadn't really been that surprised or afraid by his appearance. Impmon had seemed more startled than she had been. But the purple creature's presence was reassuring rather than disturbing. Eventually, she began to meet the other digimon and their tamers. Guilmon had been really friendly as well as his partner, Takato. Leomon and Jeri had been nice too. The first time she had met Henry, the same day as she had met Ai, Mako, and Impmon, he had acted odd. But he was actually a nice person and Terriermon was funny sometimes. One pair seemed less comfortable than the others, though mostly they felt like they were hiding something (even though all older people tried to hide things from kids. It was like a rule or something).

Rika, the older girl with a ponytail and a shirt with a blue heart on it, didn't seem to like Destiny very much. She acted polite to the child, but there was coldness to her voice and behavior. And when she met Rika's gaze, Destiny could see anger burning beneath the surface. The young, dark-haired child had always been good at telling when someone was just pretending about how they felt, even those adults who hated kids and would say "what a darling child, I wish I had one just like her" anyway. But the older girl tried to hide her feelings and treat her fairly. Still, the blue-eyed child had to wonder why Rika seemed to hate her, even when she tried not to.

The yellow fox, Renamon, was on the other end of the spectrum. The digimon's icy stare hid much. Concealing her thoughts and emotions was no trouble for her. Even Impmon had mentioned how much she could hide and that he could never figure her out. But from what little the girl could gather, Renamon did not really share her partner's anger. At times, she seemed to watch Destiny with a look of sadness or pity. Sometimes, she could get that same feeling from some of the other older kids and digimon. Even from Impmon.

Destiny closed her eyes and smiled. That purple digimon was really something. He was always acting tough and talking like he was the strongest thing in both worlds. But he still would play tag with his partners and her when Destiny came over. Sometimes, she would glance out the window and see a blur of purple. Even if he acted like he could take care of himself and didn't really need anyone about half the time, he still kept an eye out for his friends. For all his toughness, Destiny could tell he was a big softie.

Car horns shattered her thoughts. She could hear her parents screaming in fear. Her blue eyes flew open. The silvery cylindrical truck that she could remember having a sticker with a picture of fire on it was sliding sideways across the road. Other cars were swerving to try and avoid it, their tires screeching with effort. In those few seconds of chaos, her family's car about to smash into the truck, her father at the wheel tried to turn them away from the danger. It was too late to change the vehicle's momentum however. It seemed it was their destiny to crash. The girl closed her eyes once more, trying not to scream in terror. The car jerked as it made impact, tossing the child around sharply within the confines of her seatbelt. An instant later, a sense of extreme heat and pressure hit her. Then…silence.

Destiny waited, shaking, as the unnatural silence continued. By now, her parents should be asking if she was alright. After all, she could feel tears on her cheeks brought on by her fear. her mother would see that and should be trying to comfort her. But nothing broke the quietness. As the stillness continued, the girl decided to open her eyes.

Utter blackness greeted her. It wasn't dark, for she could see herself clearly even with no obvious sources of light. She was just sitting in… nothingness. Destiny glanced down at herself, growing surprised at her change in appearance. She no longer was wearing a pretty party dress. She was wearing a simple white one that reached down to her ankles. Her feet were bare. The girl studied her limbs more carefully. She wasn't sure since she had nothing to compare it to, but she thought she was bigger than before.

"Hello…" she whispered, her words breaking the silence. "Is there anyone there?"

Something… appeared in her mind. Not a voice or anything like that. Just ideas, images, and concepts that together created an answer.

"Chosen? I was chosen and saved to fulfill an important role?" she asked, not noticing her voice and phrasing sounded more mature than before. "I don't understand. Where am I? What happened and where's my family? I remember something... bad was happening?"

The odd insertion repeated itself, giving her more information that did not seem to answer what she had asked.

"Forget? I can choose to forget and help others? Why do I want to forget anything and how can I help anyone? I'm only a little girl."

The silent, wordless something or someone brought he attention to what she was already beginning to notice. Her arms and legs were longer than before. She wasn't that young anymore.

"What happened? I'm… older. Please, just tell me why I'm here and like this?"

By this point, Destiny thought she might be about to cry again. Like she had been in the car earlier. When they had been sliding towards the truck. When they crashed…

"I'm dead, aren't I?" whispered the girl quietly. "We crashed and I died."

The image of the car slamming into the side of the truck and its flammable contents igniting appeared in her mind. Flames swallowed everything. She shook her head sharply banishing the vision. Another idea arrived in her thoughts.

"I have a choice. I can accept responsibility and help you with… prophecies, you say? Helping to balance realities? I can take the job and forget my past or I can accept the same fate as my family and what should have happened to me too."

Could she give up all her memories? Her family? Her friends? The tamers? Her best friends, Ai and Mako? The digimon? The good and the bad of her life? Everything? Tears rolled down her face uninhibited. But her family was dead and she should be. There was no home to go back to.

"You said… you said I would be helping people," she sniffed, wiping the tears away. "I can help others? I… accept."

As these words left her mouth, another shape appeared in the darkness. He was shorter than her and she recognized what he was. He was an Impmon. But his eyes were soft sea green instead of… Wait, what? She couldn't remember anything before she appeared in the darkness. Even a few of the events here were fuzzy. Why couldn't she remember anything? She knew her name was Destiny… (Did she have a last name?) and that the creature before her was a digimon named Impmon. He looked as confused as she felt.

"Who are you?" he asked suspiciously. "And why am I getting odd updates in my head?"

The girl answered, as she received more information to her mind, "Destiny. And I think… I'm your partner."

He snorted, "Oh yeah? Prove it."

As the human began to admit she couldn't, a dark green light that somehow held hints of lavender appeared in mid-air. She held out her hand and caught the device that materialized. Somehow, she knew it was a D-arc, but she didn't know why she knew this. With a smile to herself, she held it up to show the digimon.

"Proof enough for you or do you need a receipt from the mystery whatever that stuck us here?"

Impmon returned the grin, "I got to admit, Dee: you have a sense of humor at least. Maybe you won't drive me crazy too fast. So, any idea what they want and why we're here?"

Destiny nodded slowly, searching through her limited memory, "We have to, according to them, use prophecies to balance realities."

"Great. Any idea what that means?"

"Not really, but I think we'll figure it out."

"Terrific plan, Dee. We just wing it and hope for the best?"

"Pretty much."

"...Okay, let's go save the world," he sighed. A second later, he asked, "If we're doing this weird, mystical prophecy thing, shouldn't we look the part more? Like with black cloaks or something?"

An odd pulling sensation grabbed them both, moving them out of the darkness. As they found themselves traveling through time and space, a tiny whisper of an idea appeared in the back of their minds.

Destiny and Fate: intertwined and connected forever.

Explosions are hard to ignore. And you when you spend so much time on a battle field, you tend to be familiar with them. So when they heard one in the distance, the digimon and tamers sprang into action before anyone else broke out of their shock at the noise.

"There wasn't any Bioemergence, so it can't be a digimon," pointed out Rika as she and Renamon headed towards the sound.

Henry explained, "Maybe not, but people could still be hurt. And we're close by. We have to help out."

"And of course, because there is absolutely no danger of fighting this time, the younger guys stay behind," muttered his partner. "How does that make sense? They get dragged into battle all the time, no matter what we do, but during a recon mission, they actually stay out of the way."

"Speak for yourself," grumbled Beelzemon. "We barely get to the park, and suddenly chaos breaks loose. And instead of agreeing to stay at the party, I find that these two won't let go of me unless I let them come too."

"Sorry," Ai mumbled.

The dark mega sighed, "It's alright, I guess. But you two need to chill out. I can take care of myself you know."

"Says the guy who got killed twice in one week before," reminded Terriermon.

"Terriermon, you're not helping," growled, of all people, Jeri.

Takato asked, "Can we just stay focused on the situation?"

Almost unconsciously, the tamers and digimon had divided into the same teams as they had when they last split up (even though everyone had tried to convince the twins to remain). The similarity only served to demonstrate more strongly the absence of one of the pairs. Now Takato, Henry, Rika, Guilmon, and Leomon were sprinting along the path out of the park. Renamon moved nearly invisibly through the trees. Terriermon and Jeri rode on their respective partner's shoulders. Finally, Beelzemon flew overhead carrying his overprotective tamers. It seemed to be a lot of people to inspect a disturbance that they knew wasn't caused by digimon, but they felt like they should be there.

As they left the boundaries of the park, and Renamon joined them on the ground, the collection of digimon began to receive odd looks from the population, but most of the people still seemed focused on the cloud of black smoke rising in the distance. It seemed the novelty of digital creatures was outweighed in this case by the possible destruction of property (and strangely those two things generally went together). At least the people had enough sense to get out of the way of the running youths and their partners.

Beelzemon didn't worry as much about what the humans on the street were doing. All he wanted to do was get there, figure out what the problem was, shoot anything that needed it, and get back and eat. Obviously it wasn't digimon related, so he didn't expect this errand to take long and there hadn't been anymore disturbances since the initial explosion. If it wasn't for the plume of smoke rising into the air, not to mention the reactions of those below, one wouldn't know anything was wrong.

Until he rounded a corner. The mega stopped in mid-flight at the insanity before him. Humans were climbing away from their trashed cars, some with nasty looking cuts. The closer to the source of the flickering flames, the worst the damage. One of those long, silvery trucks used to transport dangerous, toxic, or flammable chemicals laid sideways across the street. Considering that it, and anywhere it could have splashed onto, was on fire, Beelzemon was willing to bet it had been carrying the third kind. The strong smell of smoke, burning rubber, and strange chemicals filled the air as thickly as the cloud of smoke itself. Several cars that had been closest to it were also aflame, their drivers either already out or else they were no longer able to escape anyway. In the distance, sirens could already be heard.

"Oh my…" gasped Jeri as the rest of the group caught sight of the chaos. "What…"

"No way!" Terriermon shouted.

Henry struggled to collect his thoughts, "We… we should try… try to help. Get some of these people to the hospital."

Realizing maybe the combination of fire, destruction, and people in pain was not the best things to expose his young tamers to right now, the mega suggested, "Munchkins, why don't you close your eyes for now."

"But Beelzemon…" muttered Mako slowly, "Doesn't that look like Destiny's car?"

How in the world a four year old boy could recognize the burning husk as the white vehicle that had been parked in her driveway was a mystery. But as he mentioned the similarity, the tamers and digimon noticed the white paint bubbling with the heat. And while the entire front and driver door were smashed in from impact, the shape seemed to match the car model. While that wasn't enough to prove anything, the boy's words sowed dread in them. Even more so when they realized that no one could have survived.

"…No," breathed the virus type in disbelief, landing on the ground near the others.

"She can't be," Renamon whispered. "If she is… then how can we have met her when she's older?"

"Did we cause this to happen?" asked Henry, his eyes haunted by the scene. "She was coming to see us. If we didn't try to be friends with her, maybe she'd been fine until she became…"

"What's going on?" asked Ai. "I don't understand. What are you talking about? Beelzemon, what happened?"

He didn't know what to say. None of the younger tamers had been told cloak Destiny and young Destiny might be the same person. How could he explain all the weird paradox/time-space continuum stuff to four year olds? And while Mako had spotted the destroyed car, they hadn't made the connection yet. They might understand the concept of death somewhat better now, but they were friends with the young girl. If they were told she was possibly dead…

Before anyone could respond to Ai's questions, a strange disturbance formed in the air. It wasn't a portal to the digital world. All of them recognized those as well as the fog that preceded Bioemerged. It was a shimmer that slowly gained dark color. In a few seconds, a cloak-shaped solidified. Pushing down the hood, dark hair, blue eyes, and a familiar face was revealed.

"Greetings tamers and digimon. It is good to see you again," Destiny announced.

"What's taking them so long?" whined Kazu. "They should be back by now."

"Kazu, shouldn't you be more worried that people could have been hurt in that explosion rather than missing out on something?" scolded Kenta.

"Pii pii pii," added MarineAngemon, fixing the boy with a stern look.

Kazu raised his hands in defense, "I am worried about them. Really. I just don't like being left out, oh fearless leader."

The bespectacled child sighed at the gentle teasing of his friend. Ever since he led his fellow tamers against a super-powered Devimon, Kazu had taken to calling him that whenever he could. Kenta didn't feel like he should have that title, even as a joke. He had spent so much time in the background. He had already spent most of his life playing the side-kick quite happily. Until a girl with amazing blue eyes told him to step up and take charge.

"I'm sure…" he began, but became silent as something began to form in front of them.

All the adults and anyone else not a tamer began to freak out. Anyone who didn't see various Bioemerges would not be used to something appearing out of nothing. Yamaki stared in interest along with the three other tamers. The object solidified into a dark cloaked shape.

"Greetings tamers and digimon. I come bearing news," she announced. "My name is Destiny and I am here to help you."

Okay, this must seem odd. I'll explain as best I can. Let's call young, four year old Destiny "A," the prophetess somewhere in the middle of her time at her job "B," and the one on her last prophecy as "C." They are from different points in her life. "A" has just begun on her job while "B" has been at it for a while. As I said, "C" is at the end. Thus, in this chapter, I show you three stages in her life. Understand?

Okay, if not, just tell me and I'll try to explain better. "A" meets Fate for the first time. "B" is with Kazu and them. "C" is with Takato and the rest. All you really need to understand is that right now we have two versions Destiny talking to two groups of tamers and digimon at the same time.

Tell me what you think, please. Thanks.