For Digimon Game/Manga Flash 341 - prompt: like
15. Upon Us
Tres did not have a childhood.
Prodigies weren't required to have one, especially experimental prodigies. They only had tasks to complete, things to do. Hers? She was to do battle. She was to win. She was to survive. If she couldn't do this as a human, then she would do it as a Digimon.
Her fingers, small and gloved, curled into themselves. She didn't want that. She didn't like that. It hurt. Every single time. So she had to win without it. Without debasing (yes she knew that word) herself. Without losing herself. She could do it. After all, she was the youngest here, and the smartest. She would find a way. It was the only path left to her, wasn't it? It had to be?
Her wings fluttered and she shook her head no. No to what she did not know. But… she knew what had to be done. And she would do it.
She was strong.