Disclaimer; I don’t own Digimon: Digital Monsters (rats!) which means that I don’t own the Digiworld, Digidestind, Dark Masters, Cherrymon, or Wizardmon. However, the other aspects of this story (including the currently un-named girl) are mine.

Author’s Note; The is story #1 in the new series; The Child of the Digiworld. This is really just the prologue, a naration by storys’ the main charactor. Warning; this series contains my own personal oppinion on the Puppetmon ishue. I may be the only one who thinks this way and if you dissagree with me then that’s totaly fine and I respect your oppinion. No disrespect is intedned in this, or the other storys of the Chlid of the Digiwrold saga.

The Child of the Digiworld 1;

Cherrymon’s Daughter

By; Gomamon aka Pix

"I can’t remember much about my past. Just bits and pieces really, like fragments of my memorys. I do remember an older female. The image of her is the earlyest thing I can remember. She looked alot like me, but she was so pale. I remember the look in her eyes, and I know she just wanted to help me, and cared about me alot. And then . . . nothing. The next thing I can remember is Wizardmon. He’s the one who rescued me, who brought me here. I don’t know what happened to him, and for some reason, nobody will tell me.

"I’ve lived almost my entier life here. Papa Cherrymon says I came from another world, but when I asked him if I could go visit that place some day, he told me never to even think about thinks like that. I guess it must be a bad place, because papa Cherrymon only wants what’s best for me. He works for Puppetmon, one of the dark masters. I wish Puppetmon would let someone be his friend, it’s just not right that he should have to go through life alone the way he does. Papa Cherrymon says the other Dark Masters tricked him. He says they promissed they would be his friends if he joined up with them. He didn’t know they were lying untill it was too late. Now he doesn’t know what it’s like to have a real friend. I wish things were different. I wish alot of things were different.

"These wierd creatures came here one day. I don’t know much about them, but Papa Cherrymon says they are humans. He says I’m a human too, but that they are different humans, and I should be carefull around them. He says they’re the Digidestinds. I don’t know what to think about them. They look alot like me . . . well, at least some fo them do. Some of them are really wierd. One of them has this big hair. It’s really funny.

"Those humans, those Digidestinds, are really strange. They fight agenst the Dark Masters, which is good, but they also fight agenst Puppetmon! Don’t they see that all he needs is a friend? I hope he doesn’t get hurt. I don’t know what I’d do then. I want to go help him, but Papa Cherrymon won’t let me. He says it’s too dangerous. He just wants to protect me, to keep me safe, but all I want to do is help. I guess I’ll do what Pappa Cherrymon says. After all, he is my pappa, and I don’t want to disobey him."