Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
Gennai seated the chosen around a table, chewing his lower lip and fidgeting with his fingers. Taichi watched him nervously as he put a hand on Agumon's head. At long last, Gennai pulled out three DigiTamas from within a small box sitting in the middle of the table. A gasp ripped itself from Taichi's throat as the rest of his fellow chosen reeled back in shock. 
                          
"DigiTamas?" Koushiro breathed. "But whose?" 
                          
"Lord Cherubimon," Gennai pointed to a murple and blue striped DigiTama. "Lord Seraphimon." He pointed to the white and gold striped next. "And Lady Ophanimon." He finally pointed at the final egg, which was silver and white. 
                          
"Who are they?" Takeru couldn't help but question. 
                          
"They're the three guardians of the Digital World," Patamon explained. "They keep the peace between the beast and human Digimon. They're very powerful, but recently...there's been a Fallen Angel who's been going around and killing Digimon and turning them into DigiTamas. Lord Cherubimon, Lord Seraphimon, and Lady Ophanimon were some of the victims." 
                          
"Yeah," Tailmon scowled as she paced around the table on all four legs. "And this 'fallen angel' is after these Legendary Warrior things." 
                          
"Was," Gennai corrected Tailmon. "He found them. And then proceeded to destroy them. However..." He gently lifted the box up from the table and tilted it so the chosen could see the contents of it. "They managed to survive. These are the remains of what were once very powerful Digimon." Within the box were six devices with their screens cracked and the rest of the device mutilated in a similar fashion. Taichi flinched. 
                          
"What the..." He breathed. 
                          
"What kind of monster could do that?!" Hikari suddenly shouted, standing up. "Digimon aren't just data...they're living! They're breathing! Why can't people understand that?!"  
                          
"Hikari," Sora gently coaxed Taichi's little sister back into her seat. The girl was fuming with rage and only relaxed when Takeru put a gentle hand on her arm. 
                          
"The only reason they haven't turned into DigiTamas yet are because they have human partners, living in the real world," Gennai said. "I'm not certain who. Which is why I need you eight to find the holders of the Legendary Warrior's spirits. They have to survive. Otherwise, the Digital World is doomed."
                          
"How are we supposed to find them?" Takeru frowned. "They could be anyone in Japan. For all we know, they could be in another country!" 
                          
"They're in Japan," Gennai insisted. "I can feel it." 
                          
Koushiro rested back in his seat, breathing out heavily through his nose. "In that case, let's get searching."
                          


                          
The moon began its decrease through the sky and began to shine through the window of a bedroom on the second story of a traditionally styled Japanese home. The sheets on the bed were thrown carelessly over the head of a brown-haired youth, who was currently fast asleep and didn't seem like he was going to wake up anytime soon. An alarm clock on the bedside table showed that it was currently 4 almost 5 in the morning.
                          
A sudden, loud ringing jarred the young man from his sleep and the bed covers shifted slightly as a groan of annoyance came from underneath the sheets. A tanned hand flicked out from underneath the bed covers and felt around the desk above for the alarm clock. Finding it and the snooze button, the occupant of the bed pressed it, but yet the ringing continued. 
                          
The young man clicked the button again, but to no avail. The covers were flung back and the boy grabbed the clock with both hands and glared at it, before deducing that this was not what had roused him from his slumber.