"Summer, a time you get to relax and enjoy life, if you are not one of the destined six. The story all began with that crazy summer camp in Japan, which was not like any camp most people visit. But I am getting ahead of myself. My name is Logan, Logan Hunt. Just your everyday guy who gets picked on alot and has hardly any friends. You see, my mother and father were good people who had to do terrible things in order to make a living because they were so poor. When I was only 4, I was taken to my uncle's place in Florida while my parents were sent to jail for life. I later found out that they had killed themselves for not being able to handle the world anymore. My uncle became my father to me, which I am glad to have such a kind man who cares alot about me. Anyways, the summer of 2012 was where our story, the story of the new tamers, began. It started out for me on the last day of school......................." - Logan Hunt (speaker of the story)

 

 

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER 1: LEAVING FOR THE FUTURE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

 

 

"Bruce, come back here and give me my outfit!" Logan screamed out. He had gone to finish his last period of the year, gym, when his number one rival stole his outfit just as the last school bell was ringing. "You mean these? You want them than come and get them!" Bruce said. The two boys ran until they passed by the prinicpal. "Hold it! Bruce, how many times do you do this?" Dr. Rue asked. Bruce looked down, "Um, this would make the 20th time this year." Bruce said. "And why do you do this? Why cant you just leave Logan alone?" Dr. Rue asked. "I'm sorry. Here Logan." Bruce said. "Good, now Logan, go change. As for you Bruce, this is the final straw. I have been left with no choice, but to ban you from playing football next year." Dr. Rue said. Logan walked away with his outfit and went to the closes bathroom to change.

 

 

 

Later that afternoon, Logan went home to his Uncle's. "How was your final day?" his uncle asked. "Well Tony, not that great." Logan said. "I told you call me father. Let me guess, Bruce again? How many times does that boy do something to you?" Tony asked. "20 times this year, but its okay since he wont be able to come back next year. His family is finally moving away so I will finally be free to live my life, if I even still have one." Logan said. "Of course you have one, but that is your choice to take it or not. I got this letter in the mail for you. It seems like you have been awarded to go to a special camp all the way to Japan this summer." Tony said. "Wait, I got in? Yes, finally my life is looking up. I told you about this a while ago. I leave for this camp first thing tomorrow morning." Logan said. "Well then, I suggest we make your last day here memorible." Tony said.

Edited June 11, 201213 yr by Xeveemon

"The other side of the island?" Grace sat back against a tree, removed form the group. She had kept quiet for some time, trying to piece together exactly what was going on by what this "Tom" was saying as well as what she already knew. She was familiar with Digimon, but it had been so long since then. "And what's waiting for us over there? Another ship? A town?"

 

Grace rotated the digivice in her hands, studying it. If she could modify this thing, whatever her Digimon is could be unstoppable...

Ray: "If that's the plan, then sure." Ray pulls out the picture of his family and looks at it. Ray: Hope Zack and Lisa aren't missing me too much.

Edited July 9, 201213 yr by Ultimus Grid

"Well once you get over there, you will find out. I love to keep this place a magical surprise for new tamers." Tom said sitting back under a tree.

Grace let out a "hmph", sliding down against the tree trunk. She crossed her arms over her stomach, tilting her head downward. "Hard to play by the rules when the DM's keeping the sheets to himself." She grinned at the reference. It had been a long time since she'd been in this frame of mind; a long time since she was free of the shackles that choked her life.

 

Maybe this digital world could be salvation. A second chance at the life she surrendered.