A figure wearing a sleek, dark outfit marched back and forth in deep thought. Living in a deserted part of this world, he ruled over darkness with an iron fist. He wore leather gloves; tight black outfit that blended into the shadows, a cape that whispered in the wind and a mask to hide his face. In his hideout, he finally spoke.

"If I were a DigiDestined, where would I hide?"

He tapped away in a computer like a super genius and a map of the entire Digital World appeared. It was 3D; the hologram of the globe illuminated the dark space. It turned in a perfect replica of the way the Earth spun on its axis, and the lands shrouded in black were those marked as the Master's Territory, and soon several creatures stepped forward into the light. The creatures were gray in color and had eyes that glinted as devious as criminals. Gazimon were known to be swift and excellent henchmen. A Gazimon spoke,

"Master, there are no signs of Target-001 in the D area. D-22 is still being searched as we speak."

"Hmm…"

"But while we were searching for Target-001, we captured a few more species for you to turn." another spoke up. The dark figure didn't seem fazed and so the creatures waited for his verdict. After a while, the figure stood. He gazed upon the creatures and they trembled in fear,

"Put those that you have caught in the chamber, I will be there shortly."

"Yes Master," one said, scurrying away as quickly as its little legs could carry him.

The first Gazimon, the one who reported the bad news, was sweating. The dark figure, meanwhile kept his gaze on him.

"Cherrymon, put this garbage in the Reconditioning Room."

"What? No, no, no, Master, no…" The gray creature was begging on his knees, crawling towards the figure, but latter merely cracked a whip and slapped the Gazimon to the side.

Cherrymon, a dark tree with eyes as red as blood, grabbed the Gazimon, squeezing it with its branches before walking back into the shadows until Gazimon's screams turning into echoes. The dark figure remained unfazed, instead returning to his thinking, pacing back and forth. The Cherrymon then came back, empty-handed, smiling smugly as the figure looked up to nod in approval.

"Master, if I may say so, I don't think Target-001 is in the Digital World." Cherrymon spoke in such a gentle tone; he was wise but mischievous when he leads others down a misguided path. He approached the Master who turned around, fuming in anger.

"What? How could you say that, he's STILL in the Digital World!"

"Master, he's a human. He would go back to the human world; he can't stay here forever. We should send out some reinforcements to scour the human world, it should be easy to single out Target-001, especially if he brought his Digimon—"

"No, I can't risk it. We finish searching the Digital World, whilst I make preparations for the conquering."

"But Master—"

"You will do good to remember that you are just a follower! Do not forget who is in charge here, or do I need to put you into the Reconditioning Room along with the others?"

Cherrymon immediately backed up, trembling just like the Gazimon. The Master cracked his whip, giving Cherrymon five burning strokes. Cherrymon immediately disappeared into the shadows as the Master sat down in his chair and began to think once more. He tapped away on his computer and made some configurations to his calculations. After what seemed like hours, he held out a device towards his computer. A familiar portal emerged, widening until it sucked him in. When he reappeared, he was in a different dimension. He wore different clothes, more casual, but his mask was still intact and it was a mask that covered half his face. It had bright colors and feathers that stuck out and it was fitted quite perfectly upon the bridge of his nose.

"I will find you, Target-001."

He finally put down the mask on his desk, but his eyes were still fixated upon the accessory. He traced his finger past the feathers and the lines of the mask. He drew in a sharp breath, and recalled the events that had occurred over the years.

"You won't get away with this!"

The Battle of Masks was what they called it. It was a battle between me and him, my enemy, Target-001. He wore a mask and so did I. His was bright, perched on his nose perfectly with feathers sticking out, while mine was black and made of a raven's feathers that were perfectly trimmed along the sides. His eyes were as dark as his black hair. I don't know who he was but he was always a nuisance to my plans. He never took off his mask, he never gave up and I never got to know the face behind it. He had the same eyes as I. His hair was shorter and cropped, while mine was shaggy and blew in the wind but they were the same shade of black. I need to find out who he really was.

My Digimon had lost, and I crumbled to my knees.

"I will have my revenge on you, Child of Faith!" I screamed aloud.

"We'll just have to see about that!" He started to run away, giggling like a child.

"Wait!"

He stopped and turned around, I tried standing up with my weakened knees and it took all I had to do so.

"Take off your mask!" I tore away mine, and pointed towards him.

"I said, take off your mask!" He stood there with a blank face but his eyes spoke a lot of emotions. He was revolted, almost horrified at my face, why?

"Well?" I screamed across the desert.

The sandstorm was almost blinding especially once I took off my mask, but by the end of the breeze he was already gone.

"I could never forget that incident."

"It's been years, we never found him. Why can't you just move on?"

I shot a glare at my Digimon, Dracmon. It looked like a devilish puppet, it was said to be a blood-sucking monster. He tends to be mischievous and always got into trouble. He had been my partner ever since I was 10. For a troublesome Digimon, he never left my side. He stuck by me through everything, and I wonder why. I remember all the days we fought together, especially against Target-001, there were days when I thrived but there were also times when I lost.

"Because… I want to find him."

I didn't bother looking back; I left Dracmon in my room and closed the door behind me. It felt like I was leaving a part of me behind. Dracmon was my partner, and as mischievous the Digimon is he was always loyal and never hesitated to risk his own life for me; he's quite reckless. Dracmon sighed as his partner left him alone, and he stayed put as ordered and waited for him to come back. Even if it would take a very long time.