It was one lonely afternoon when i walked in my room. I looked at the ground and saw an old picture of my old childhood friends and me with our digimon.

It was a summer morning we walked around the digital world proud, we were the protectors of the peace keepers. We would lagh and play games with our digimon. Then one day we were hanging out in an open field, sparing with each other, when out of the blue a stingmon attaked us. The weird thing was is that he wasnt dark. We fought it off, trying to harm him, then he flees. Then over the horizen we see the dark prince of the digital world Ken. At that moment i relizied that things were going to be a lot tougher, but what i didnt relize was that i was going to fail...