The Dark Era, Prologue
My first time doing this. XD
This is my first time trying to write a story. Inspiration and some scenarios came from various sources and I'm not telling where/who to avoid spoilers.
General information:
It was a dark age for the Digital World. Some years had passed after the chosen digimon had set up the Defenders, which is unfortunately no more. Several new, strong virus digimon had appeared all over the digital world, taking control over most of it. Strangely, the conquerors had chosen to keep their own identities hidden. The chosen digimon, Agumon, Gabumon, Biyomon, Tentomon, Palmon, Gomamon, Patamon, Gatomon, Veemon, Armadillomon, Hawkmon, Wormmon, Guilmon, Terriermon, Renamon, Leomon and Lopmon, had all escaped.
Digi-Defenders' base, minutes before their downfall.
'They're about to break in! Gato, how's the evac?' Leomon shouted. The virus had infected or deleted most of the Defenders. Now, the other survivors had retreated into a bunker where an EDT was. The Emergency Data Transfer was used primary to evacuate Digimon when the base was breached. It was now humming with life, working as fast as it could to bring others to safety.
'Only us chosen are left!' Gatomon replied. 'What next?' Although she fought alongside the first and second generation, she was just a warrior and knew that she was hardly a leader. Leomon was the current leader for the soon-to-be-destroyed Defenders.
'The barrier will keep up for a while. Come to me, all of you.' Leomon's voice was tired. He had a wound from a Deputymon, who had shot him into his shoulder, with the bullet still lodged inside. Hawkmon was trying to dress his wound as the rest of the chosen gathered. 'Listen well. The Defenders will fall. Our spirit won't. Live. We will meet again, and those viruses will regret what they did. Scatter when they breach. Destroy the EDT, so they can't chase us. May we meet again.'
Somewhere in the Digital world, in what some call 'The Dark Era'
Veemon ran, and kept running. Not now, I'm not ready, he thought. Running into a forest, he hid behind a tree, breathing heavily. He was being chased by a mon with a black flame cloak. It hid his/her figure, making it impossible to tell what mon he/she was, but glowing red eyes made it obvious that he/she was an infected at least. Peeking around the tree, he saw no sign of the pursuer, and sighed in relief.
'Looking for me?' Veemon gasped and turned, going into a fighting stance. A blow to his stomach stopped him, sending him flying through the tree, landing roughly on the ground . How his pursuer had sneaked up on him he could not begin to guess, but he/she was suddenly on his chest, holding both his hands above his head with one hand. 'Gotcha now, Veemon of the chosen.'
'How the hell did you know who I was?' Veemon asked. In his right mind, he would have kicked himself for indirectly saying that he was a chosen, and to a possible enemy at that. Instead, it was filled with fear and fatigue. He tried to struggle, but the hand holding him was like a vice, the mon's weight on him sealing futher movement.
A chuckle came from the figure pinning him, making him realise that it was a female. Her free hand was in a ball of black flames, alarming him. Such a feature in an attack usually meant it was to infect, brainwash or instantly delete.
'My master, soon OUR master, wants to talk to you.'
K, done. Comment and rate fairly. Give suggestions please. Thanks.