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Date: Dec. 11, 2030
Place: New Earth
A Village elder summoned a youth who was sounded by friends and loved ones on this fateful night, as the youth approached; the elder began his ballad, the reflection of the dancing fire made the story seem alive with detail.
“This world we call home, this society, is only but a fleeting glimpse of our once great world. When I was in my prime, the world was peaceful. All humans co-existed for the first time in history, no war, no famine, no poverty, a state of perfect utopia. However, as inevitable with all parts of life, there must be enough darkness to balance out the light. In the blink of an eye, all that we knew was lost.” Pausing momentarily, he could see the teen was looking restless. The elder took a deep breath, the years of wisdom and burdens prominent on his wrinkled face. “At first it seemed that hell itself had risen from its place at the core of the earth, and attempted to eradicate mankind from existence as a whole. The Earth shifted into a single giant land mass as massive earthquakes and tidal waves made this land unrecognizable. Major cities all over the world seemed to open up like gateways, allowing landmasses and monsters alike into our utopia. It seemed at first that there was no hope. The weapons that we spent hundreds of years developing proved useless against these fiends. Anytime that we thought we found something that would affect them, they would mutate into something even more vile. Defenseless we were forced to abandon our homes, our technology, and our ways alike, and we went into hiding. Primal nature kicked in, helping us to survive by the sweat of our brow, and the skin of our teeth. New cities were formed, people joined together. Hope was reborn as life seemed viable again. Hundreds of villages popped up around the world, and mankind prospered. Un-fortunately, out of this rebirth came a second round of tribulation. The monsters tracked us down, using our numbers against us, and systematically destroyed village, after village in a self proclaimed holocaust against mankind. Our numbers dwindled in a single year. The hundreds of cities disappeared, and when the war was said and done most of our kind were wiped out . Those of us that were left had little hope for surviving this curse, the creatures who we now know are called Digimon have made it illegal to be human and not serve as slaves to the empire. In our darkest moment hope was reborn again, as twelve great beasts appeared from a place we can only assume is Heaven to calm our fears. As the story goes one came to each of the remaining villages and taught us how to live our lives without the electrical gadgets we once relied so heavily on. Although these creatures were also Digimon we did not fear them, instead we honored each one by naming the Villages after them and erected statues in their likeness. Including this city, the surviving cities are known as, Sandira the Village of the Desert, Pajra the Village of the South, Indra the Nomadic Tribe, Vajra the Village in the Cave, Kumbhira the Frozen City, Vikarala the Village in the Swamp, Sindura the Village in the Canyon, Makura the Village on the Mountain, Catura the Village on the Beach, Majira the Village in the Cliffs, Mihira the Village in the Jungle, and Antyla the Underground Village. Most of these villages live in peace and quite away from all Digimon thanks to the watchful eye of these protectors. Before the protector of our village left us on our own it told us to protect you at all times, that you were the future of this world…” The youth, who had heard this story hundreds of times before, decided to recite the last part of the story, “… And I will be back the eighteenth year to give this gift a present, Ya I know you tell me this story every year on the night before my birthday. Look I know that that “day” is tomorrow but I’m gonna go celebrate with my friends now, I’ll see you tomorrow, that is if this “great guardian shows up”.” The old man reached out to stop the youth from running off, but youthful spirit was off like a flash, the man shook his head, “So impatient… I guess we’ll all see what is in store tomorrow” The Elder sat in deep though staring into the fire as the flames slowly died off into the night…

Toru walked out of the hut by pushing aside the big leather hangover. He let out a slow sigh as his village was not as fun as it used to be. The sun was not shinning in the sky because of the great big blanket of clouds looming overhead making the the area look like a great big ball of dirt. When it was sunny you could see all of the interesting patterns made from berries juice that would label the homes and stores. But as of now it is a great vast waste land with plenty of mud to go around. Dont underestimate his village though, even though they arent as modern as most villages they get by. His village was a calm village that would always do their jobs that aids one another in the "Great Prospect of Life" as his elder would call it. Everyone had a job to do in life except for Toru.

A gentle breeze swam through the streets as Toru made his walk home. Feeling the breeze he put his hands into his pockets as he embraced himself. Normally the village breezes could go from the casual breeze that was going on now or can pick up into a tearing gale. All of which everyone was trained for to handle. He looked around him as the dirt roads were bare with no body moving around. Which was normal since at this time most of the people get ready for bed. Normally he would take this time to appreciate the sky, but now since the clouds were taking their turn he had time to think about other things. For one it was going to be his 18th birthday tomorrow. "Tsk" He spat at the ground as he looked back up at the sky. Everyone was making such a big deal of this event even though to him it was just another number. He didnt want to have such a big party he just wanted to hang out with his friends and laugh back at the good old days while flying on their gliders. But it couldnt be helped since it was like this ever since he was born. A smile crept across his face as a thought popped into his head. This was going to be such a big event then why doesnt he have some fun with it? He picked up his casual walk into a full out sprint to run home.

Toru's home was next to the great river that his village got most of their source of food from. Apparently he was placed there as a sign that he was the chosen one. Slowing his sprint down to a brisk walk he entered the home. His home was like most of the huts in the village. Except for one a couple of features. One was that he modified his house so that he could quickly leave from his bed if necessary by making a pully/lever device that would open the upper floor of the hut so he could take off into the air. Since he was located right next to the river the draft from the change in air temperature gave enough lift to launch him into the skies. The other feature however was located on the door (or leather hangover in this case). Toru walked up and put his hand on the in-sigma. He never knew why and could barely ask his parents. These feature was for some reason put up by his village elder. It took up most of the door and was shaped like a sun. The sun had six rays coming out proportionately from the core. The core however was smaller that the rays making it look disproportionate, but it worked. Pushing aside the hangover he entered into the hut.

The hut was quiet and empty as he made his way across the floor. To the stairs. Toru still had his parents and they were not dead. But the elder thought it appropriate that he would live separately from them and by separate he meant on different sides of the village. So he would only see them every so often on the holidays. Taking off his shoes he walked up the stairs to his bed. Once again the in-sigma was on the quilt. But he was so accustomed to it that he didnt care. Pulling the covers over his face. He laid his head down on his pillow and went into a deep sleep.

Toru's eyes snapped open as the towns crier woke everyone up. Everyone was supposed to wake up at the same time in order to do the preparations needed for the day. He slowly sat up as he brought his arms up to rub his eyes. He got up and opened up the window. Letting the yet again the bright cloudy sky flood in illuminating his room. He brought up a hand and waved to some of the boys fishing down in the river. They all had their shirts off and were fishing with their bows and arrows. His village was not like normal fishing villages. They got by using bow and arrows. Normally he would take up his bow and arrows that were sitting on the desk at the foot of the bed and join them but the elder specifically told him not to do anything. It was his birthday after all. But it doesnt mean that he wasnt going to have fun. Running around his room to get dressed he put on his normal maroon colored pants with a black shirt. He put on his socks and his gold colored shoes. Next he put on his jacket, his jacket was black on the body and gold on the sleeves. On the back of the jacket was the same symbol that was placed all over his house. Then to pull the look in together he put on his headband. Seeing that his look was complete he ran over and grabbed his glider. This was the best thing he and his friends had ever thought of in their life. At first it was the usual staff but opens up to be a big glider that could be ridden two different ways. Flipping the switch on the side of the desk the walls shifted and moved causing the whole side of the wall lift up and open out showing the whole village.

Toru opened up his glider and set it on the ground running around to take a bunch of paint cans that he had placed earlier that night he was ready for the mayhem and fun. The villagers outside were all getting ready and busily working on the preparations for his birthday. His birthday and the supposed visitor that was coming today to tell him about his "destiny". Grabbing them and putting them at his hip he pressed a switch that started a fan. The fan was used to push his glider out with him riding on top like a skate board. Normally he would go out with some of friends but since everyone was getting ready for the arrival of the man and his birthday. So he wants to give everyone a fun time.

Gliding over the top of the village he let the paint cans loose. Down below banners and tables and everything was being set up. All were nicely set up and ready for the day. They almost seemed complete on the project, but Toru didnt want that. The paint cans soared down and erupted on the ground with a big splash making the whole area covered. All of the nice banners and tables were covered. The villagers below looked up in confusion to see where the paint came from. Seeing who it was Toru they all screamed and shouted. "Toru! Come on!....we dont need your mischief" This made him laugh as his work was complete as he turned to go back home laughing. Seeing that all of their hard work was put to waste, it gave him time to look down on top of his small village.

The whole area was surrounded by two great canyon walls that gave shade to his small village the was below. The only time that they would get sun was when the sun shinned directly over the village. From above the nekkid eye could not see the village. The village was designed to be hidden from predators and rival villages. The only way you knew that it was there was by how the elders would put torches up to signal incoming traders. Toru did a sharp turn in the sky and headed in the other direction where the elder's hut was located pumping his foot on the pedal making sure he had enough draft to stay afloat. The village elder's hut was bigger than the rest of the huts. Even bigger than his own hut. The top of it had a whole for the ceremonial smoke that signals town meetings and can signal everyone to hide. Surrounding the hut was four elegantly looking torches when lit they will signal the time of day and to traders whether it is safe to enter the village or not. Toru thought back on all of the symbols. One torch meant early, two meant afternoon, three meant night, four meant midnight. Right now the second torch was shinning brightly and the preparations for the third was about to ensue.

Still in the air, Toru looked down at the pitiful village. The design was so simple that the youngest member of the village could have drawn the map. The elder had made it so he was at the center. Surrounding his hut would be the nobility and the clan leaders as well as the guest huts. Then there was the huts for the stores and hunting supplies. Also in that area was the shop that one of Toru's friend built that held the production of the gliders where all of the boys, including Toru, would keep a portion of the profit. The road system used was also so simple. They used nothing special just dirt. Nothing but dirt. Also the roads all led right to the elder's hut in case of a sudden town meeting or an attack. Underneath the hut was a safe house that could house the whole village in case of an emergency. But the good thing about his village were the Canyon walls. The walls were so large that no one could possibly get down them by jumping. There were only two ways to enter. The first was by walking in the steps that were carved into the wall itself which was always guarded by the bow and arrow snipers. The other and quicker way was by hot air gliders of Toru's design. They were designed not too long ago that by using hot air produced by the common torch and a leather made parachute like object. There is a chair made of Canyon Wood founded on the side of the rivers that has a propeller that decides direction. Also a person could choose height by pulling on a lever that releases the hot air or lets it build up.

Toru looked down below on the village it was so simple all he wants to do was leave the village. Even though he was told by the village elder he was going to in the end he never believed it. The elder had many visions that sometimes never come true. All he wants to do is have a normal life. He has always people watch after him, he couldnt even have a meal with his family without permission. This "destined child" status he was given put him in a box. A box that was under lock and key. He want to let loose. Thats why he turned to mischief and mayhem. It was his only relief. Toru looked up at the sky and saw the change. It was getting dark and the festivities were about to begin. The festivities he didnt want to be apart of. So turning his glider to the stairs of the village. Once he reached them he sat in the middle, not to far from the village but not to close from getting away. He let his legs hang down over the ledge as he looked at all the happy people below. It was 9PM now, the festivities were starting to raise to the happy music and dance. What Toru didnt see in all of this was how this was also the start of a new and adventurous life.

Claire lingered around the small campfire where the elder had told the story of her supposedly destiny once again on the night before her birthday. When she was younger the story was so interesting to her and she believed every word that the elder had said, but as she grew older, she became skeptical and began to disbelieve in the legend, as did many of the villagers. Sitting there staring into the crimson embers of the fire, she pondered what it would mean if the legend was correct, she was a valuable part of a small society that needed every able bodied person to keep the village running smoothly, and in the events of conflict with other villages she was needed on the front lines, as were many other strong women from the village, but if the legend were true she would have to leave the village behind.

She pondered the thoughts into the wee hours of night, until she became so exhausted that she forced herself to return to her home, which, like all of the residents homes, were carved into the sides of the cave, the first home starting just over 6 feet from the ground and going all the way to the top of the huge cavern. The homes at the bottom were reserved for important people, such as herself and the elder, and those that earned them honorably in battle.The homes above them were reserved for the warriors. The homes above those were for the farmers and merchants, that provided to the village, her parents were among this caste. And those at the top were left to the commoners. The reasoning behind the separations was in case of invasion the common people would be safe higher up and the warriors would be closer to the ground and able to engage the enemy quickly, it was a solid plan that has yet to fail.

Grabbing the rope ladder that hung out of her door, Claire climbed into her home and crawled to her bed, she was too tired to stand. Her home was quite large but was modestly decorated, there was the basic furniture, a table and chair and a couch crafted from stone, and a dresser for her clothing, as well as a few carvings, one of a bull, the symbol of her people, another was a carving of her, clad in armor and holding a spear, it was a gift from one of the villagers. As she lie there, she began to slowly drift to sleep.

When she awoke, it was still dark, as it always was inside the cave, but she could see clearly, a trait she shared with her people. Sitting at the side of her bed she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched her arms over her head. Hearing the commotion outside of her home, she went to the makeshift hole, that acted as a window and noticed there were a few gifts at the base of the rope ladder, there were also a few people gathered around, seemingly waiting for her to come out. She left the window and dressed quickly in her usual attire, a warm black coat, with a tee-shirt and skinny black jeans. Feeling the cold in the air she also grabbed a white scarf, fingerless gloves, and earmuffs.

Making her way to the doorway she climbed down the ladder and observed the many gifts that littered the ground. Glancing around she noticed many of the people were still observing her, with a smile, she bowed, a sign of respect amongst her people, "Thank you, everyone" she said, as she gathered the gifts and carried them into her home. When she was finished, everyone was gone, either returning to their homes or heading out to do their jobs. Claire herself, had some chores to do before her birthday celebration. As she made her way to the bright light of the cave entrance she took a moment to glance around the cave, in the center was a rather large statue of a man clad in armor standing side by side with a digimon, the statue was created many centuries ago, back before the digimon had turned against the humans. On each side of the cave were many stands, where merchants and traders set up shop and sold their wares to the people. There were also four large stone pillars, each craved by master craftsman and placed to keep the cave from collapsing. There were also many smaller statues, some of influential people, some of digimon, and others were of animals.

Making her way out of the cave, she stepped onto the cliff that overlooked the base of the mountain. The cliff and cave were over a hundred feet off the ground, it was almost impenetrable except by flight or by taking the slim and dangerous stairway that was crafted into the side of the mountain. Flakes of snow were falling and a cold wind blew from side to side. In front of her were ten stations were they had set up zip lines, which was the quickest way to the ground below, and behind them there was already lines forming. Standing in line she began to shiver; it had been some time since it had snowed, after a few minutes though, it was her turn to take the zip. Grabbing hold of the cold metal grip, her fingertips began to tingle and burn but she held strong and leapt from the cliff and descended quickly towards the ground. In the short minute and a half it took to descend to the bottom, Claire looked down at the ground below, and spotted all the farms and stables that her people managed. At the end of the zip line was a large pile of straw, which she landed into as she released her grip on the zip handle.

Getting out of the straw and back to her feet, she made her way to a nearby stable, there she observed a large burly man attending to one of the many bulls in the stable, "Good morning Father," she said. The man turned, he had long brown hair tied into a pony tail and a long scruffy beard, "Happy Birthday Claire" he said with a smile, before returning to the bull. She and her father were very close, after her mother died, her father was all she had left. Claire sat and began attending to one of the other bulls, she had done the same chores since she was old enough to venture out of the cave. After a few hours, she finished and decided to head back to the cave to prepare for the festivities.

Within hours, the festivities started, starting with a display from the warriors, Claire was apart of the display; she sparred against a boy, whom she had seen in the village but never really knew, they used wooden bo-staffs and displayed many techniques as they battled. In the end it was Claire that won, ending with a shot to the boys face. When it was over the warriors bowed to eachother and exited the stage, and the feast began soon after.

Claire spent much of her time conversing with friends and family and observed more displays as the night went on into the early hours of morning. Soon everything began to calm as everyone went home to get some sleep, Claire was the last to leave and as she looked back she got a strange feeling that things were going to change.

Claire woke up the next morning in anticipation of a new day.

Jaster

'You don't know me at all old man.' Jaster thought to him self as he ran. 'Wanting to hang out with friends? What friends? Im just eager to get away from you.' It was late but Jaster didn't care he wanted to go to his favorite spot where no one could find him.

He ran through the stone town. Most of the buildings were made of stone. The town couldn't get wood because digimon were waiting just outside the cave for some idiots to try and get some. It was a normal city you had the inner part aka downtown then you had the outer part which was less populated but had more senery. Then the outside of the city no one lived here. Well one did...

Jaster made it through the city in no time. He wasn't fast be he had a lot of endurance from swimming. Jaster reached his home away from home. A pool of water he discovered some years ago while walking around.(to be edited)

osuki stood the scratching the back of his head as the elder was telling him the story that was always been told to him a day before his birthdays " ummm ......." he interrupted the elder and slowly pointed behind the elder " ummm... is'nt that one of them digimon creature things your talking about " He said in a calm voice, trying to convince the elder to turn around. " look! am not joking its all small pink and blobby like" Tosuki pretended to be in shock and terrified. Ther elder quickly turned around to see if what he was saying was true and as the elder turned around Tosuki quickly ran off to go and meet his friends

" Man he tells that same story every year and it seems to get worst and worst every time i hear it"Tosuki said while walking to meet up with his friends at the old monument of the great Digimon Vikaralamon.

He arrived at the monument but there was no one there, he looked around to see if anyone was there, but there wasn't a single person in sight " huh....am i late...."he said while sitting down by the monument.Tosuki looked u into the sky noticing that there wasn't a single cloud in sight,he felt a strange sensation as he look at it, he then let out a big sigh as he sat their slowly and gently closing his eyes as thing around hi started to drift away and disappear.

" no......wait....d-dont.....ahhhhh!" Tosuki screamed as he opened his eyes in terror, he touched his face to see if was still dreaming but he wasn't anymore, he looked at his shaking hand and tried to calm down "huh?... what time is it" he said as he looked around the area, remembering where he was. He stood up and brushed himself cleaning his pants as they looked abit dirty, he then stretched and started to walk home" .... ohh there gunna get it today , not showing up today...." he mumbled to himself

Tosuki arrived at his friends place, he cracked his knuckles and his neck and walked towards the door. He walked up the steps and stood their looking at the door, he reach forward to knock on the door, but suddenly the door flinged open at caught Tosuki right on the face causing him to to walk back and fall down the steps "....ouff....".

A guy walked out through the door with his head turn't back looking inside the house " yeah am going to go see if Tosuki is bac........ " he then noticed some one on the floor outside the house on the floor "ohh there you are buddie what took you so long, we have been waiting for you" he said while reaching out to help Tosuki up

Tosuki reached out and slowly grabbed his hand slowly accending up from the ground ,as he was getting up he could see all the smiles from his friend s faces, just by seeing that Tosuki was sure that these people that are standing right infront his eye are his closest friend the ones he'll do anything to protect but for some strange reason Tosuki was not so happy himself he felt as if something was going to happing to these people.

He walked back up the steps with a worried look on his face he walked to ward the door and touched the cold door knob. He stepped into the house but stopped half way, he turned around and took a glace up into the dark sky that was fill with small shining star.,Tosuki felt something as he stared up at the sky but this time unlike last it was a different from last, he was afraid something is going to happen and it was close almost as if it would happen on his birthday he was so sure of it.He felt wind blowing throught the trees,throwing the leaves and brushing the grass, it blew right by whispering words to him, calling him. The atmosphere started to get cold, really cold thats his breathing became visible , it got even more colder as if someone had casted a spell on the wind thats was around making him weaker and colder, he could barely keep his eyes open .Tosuki turned around and looked at his friends who were fading away infront of his eyes, he tried reaching out and calling them but the could not hear him, darkness started to clover every thing, Tosuki was afraid that same wind blew by his friends and took the away" The... black wind..... just like in the folklore... " He whispered as he slow descended and falling onto the cold ground below, but the black wing kept blowing and blowing, the wind that took his friends away

Tosuki opened his eyes and too his surprise he found himslef in his room on his bed. He lifted his right hand and felt his forehead to see if he was ok or know, he look over past his right shoulder and out the window " w-was it all just a ......dream? " he said while blankly looking out the window noticing a bird on his windowsill chirping as it turn around and flew back into the sky , he then noticed a box like item on his table, he reached over and lifted it up and put it on his lap. Ther was a card attached to it, it said Happy Birthday " Ohh thats right.... to day is my birthday.." Tosuki said with a smile on his face. " i guess i'd better get ready... hehehe"