Author's notes: My July 2013 Camp NaNoWriMo attempt. Please feel free to review simply to order me to keep writing, even if you don't like the story and don't intend to read any updates, this is my sixth time attempting NaNo and I haven't won yet. I am absolutely determined to this time! :D

A brief note on names: I have stuck with the dub names for the Digi-Destined and partner Digimon, simply because that is what I have been used to for the last nearly fourteen years. (Gosh, I feel old.) In terms of other Digimon names, some will be the dub names and some will be the original names, depending on whichever one I think works best for the Digimon in question.

On with the story, and I hope you enjoy it. :)

"Yes, I think it's about time I put my plan into action."

A dark voice rang clearly out of the shadows, and another creature floated into the room.

'Haven't I been telling you this for months, my lord?'

The first voice emitted a deep laugh as he heard the voice of his mute subordinate projected inside his own head. "You were wrong. The Digital World has been at peace for four and a half years now, which has given the Digi-Destined time to be lulled into a false sense of security. Their partner Digimon are weaker than ever, having had no practice fighting, and everything in both worlds is all happiness and light." He chuckled darkly again. "Sickening, isn't it?"

'Quite so, my lord.'

"As such, I do believe that now is the perfect time to embark on my revenge. Enough time has passed, yet the children are still just that: children. The eldest are only just turning into adults, and as such, if I wait for much longer, they are sure to lose the naïvité which makes them such perfectly hopeless opponents. Who knows, if allowed to grow up, they could even amass enough wisdom to pose some sort of a threat to me."

'They would never get past you, my lord. You're far too powerful for them.'

"And yet they somehow defeated BelialVamdemon at a time when most of them were eleven years old," the first voice said, his voice hinting at mild amusement. "Would you call BelialVamdemon a weakling?"

'Indeed I would, my lord,' the second creature mentally projected.

"And I suppose you would be quite right," the first voice conceded wearily. "Still, that is no reason to be complacent. BelialVamdemon may have been an utterly useless excuse for a Digimon, but he was still one of the strongest of the Nightmare Soldiers army, and I will admit that for a group of kids to have beaten him, they would have to be strong. Of course, the Digi-Destined were heavily reliant on their army of partner Digimon, and as I have demonstrated on numerous occasions, an army is not to be trifled with. Also, I have yet to understand the precise nature of the Digivices responsible for both the defeat of BelialVamdemon and that of Apocalymon five years ago, but at least I have the Crests figured out."

The second creature broadcast its own ominous laughter.

"Now, my most loyal Lieutenant," the first voice continued. "It is time for us to think about paying the Digimon Sovereigns a visit."

"The time is near, Anubismon," the eight-eyed dragon Digimon sighed wearily. "We knew this period of peace could not last forever, and it seems as though the Enemy is close to putting their plan into action."

"You mean..?" the Digimon called Anubismon began, before being interrupted.

"Yes. The Digital World is about to be cast into shadows. I will be forced to release the Digi-Destineds' Crests in order to return them, but in doing so the Digital World will experience a time of, ah, instability."

Anubismon stared at his companion in disbelief. "That's an incredibly risky strategy, Huanglongmon. Are you sure this is the right thing to do?"

"I am positive," Huanglongmon responded. "The Digital World is in danger either way, so the dilemma really comes down to whether we want the Digi-Destined to be able to fight back, or whether we just surrender and let darkness encompass the entire World."

"If you're sure," Anubismon replied. "I would still question the wisdom of allowing a group of children to participate in such a war, as it shall certainly descend into war."

Huanglongmon sighed. "How many times have I told you this? The Digi-Destined hardly count as children any more. They have taken on truly formidable opponents and won, despite the odds. I am positive that they are capable of restoring stability to our world."

"I still wonder if it might not be a better idea to take on the Enemy ourselves," Anubismon said anxiously. "Perhaps if you, me, Azulongmon, Zhuqiaomon, Ebonwumon and Baihumon take them on, we could..."

"No," Huanglongmon said impatiently. "If I were to release the Crests at full power, rather than three-quarters, like last time, the combined forces of the Digi-Destined, dare I say it, are as strong as ours. Besides which, if we were to fight personally, what would happen to the Digital World if we were to be destroyed?"

"You win," Anubismon reluctantly conceded.

"Then we shall proceed with my original plan," Huanglongmon said. "I shall immediately commence splitting up the Four. We will worry about part two later, after the Enemy has made their move. Of course, you will know when it's time for you to make your move. I'm counting on you, Anubismon."

Anubismon nodded, just before disappearing into thin air to return to the Dark Area, and Huanglongmon returned to his post watching the Digital World.