At first there was an digi-egg.

It didn't manifest itself in the village of beginnings like all the other eggs. It suddenly appeared inside an abandoned castle, inside the library, right on top of a cushion chair.

It just laid there, held in position by an old pillow, unnoticed and lonely. The mansion was empty and devoid of all life.

The world around it was obvious to the single egg and the eternal darkness sleeping inside, brooding endlessly.

The egg hatched after a few weeks and a round and squishy being took its place. To every bystander he would have looked like every other baby digimon, cute and harmless. It was even smaller than the pillow he still leaned on. He was a Poyomon, the simplest of all baby digimon, yet his origins were anything but humble.

Memories of his former life flooded his mind, clear as day, starting from his birth a long time ago, leading to his raise for power, his prime, his downfall and being scattered thrice. The madness, the pain, the darkness, were as fresh as ever.

His body was reduced to a mere shell if his former self, yet his mind was perfectly clear. He might have the body of a child, but he had the mind of an adult, a hardened veteran.

Yet, in between all those old memories and his evil determination was a new feeling, perhaps a seed. A small, light seed.

This seed contained his future and his purpose, it felt like a completely foreign object and yet it felt perfectly natural.

It was a feeling every digimon had heard of, a purpose many wished to have but few were ever granted their wish.

It dawned him.

He had a partner.

He was a partner.

A truly unexpected turn of events as his life was now tied to a single human. It has was a child, he instinctually knew this, a fragile child.

The king of darkness let himself sink even further into the pillow. Not only was the life of partner digimon tied to their human counterpart, their power was as well. The bright side however was that the symbiosis granted the digimon unbelievable powers, the very same powers that killed him thrice. They were a curse and a gift.

He smiled.

It wasn't the cute kind of smile all Poyomon had on their face constantly, it was a cruel one that exposed a pair of tiny fangs, the only thing left of his former body.

He was hungry.

He hadn't eaten in a very long time.

As fragile as children were, they were easy to manipulate, easy to form.

He was patient.

He was centuries old.

He would reveal himself as soon as possible to said child and then raise his human into a loyal servant, his personal right hand man.

His gift shall be his enemies' curse.

He looked around and blinked. His mansion had become dusty, his servants had all left for the human world and died there. He should have left a few Bakemon for cleaning duty, albeit without the threat of a horde of angry bats, most Bakemon weren't very dutiful when it came down to hygiene.

He hopped from the chair, creating a small cloud of dust as he hit the ground. Walking through the castle without feet while being roughly around the size of a football was an experience Poyomon wouldn't want to repeat. Especially with the dust layer that covered the entire ground like an extra carpet. Once he stepped out of the gate, his entire body resembled a dust bunny. He shook himself and most fell off.

His instinct told him he should go to the human world. It also told him that the gate in the stone room no longer existed.

Nowadays, there were multiple gates to the human world, he just had to search for the next city as many digimon moved near the gates. Human guests meant trade and jobs, which led to cities growing around the gates. Digimon cities weren't different from human ones in that regard.

It was a long march, especially for a small Poyomon like him. It was humiliating. Lucky for him, the area was now clear of pesky virus types that would have loved to play soccer with a lonely baby digimon. The irony of the situation was not escaping him.

After five hours he decided to take a rest. He was roughly in the middle of the forest that surrounded his castle. Out of habit, he sat down on a root under the shadow of a tall tree. The dark king had forgotten what wandering under bright sunlight for hours was like. Technically, it didn't hurt him anymore but the phantom pain still felt real.

He was also thirsty. He had to find a river or even a water well soon or else he would turn back into an egg again. He blamed his thirst on the fact that he didn't notice the other digimon until it hovered right above him.

"My, my. What in the four guardians name are doing here, little guy? Are you lost?"

It was Angemon. He was hovering slightly above the ground and looked down on him with a frown on his face. He wasn't sure if it was the very same digimon that belonged to the chosen children but it was a holy digimon nevertheless. For the first time on this day, the dark king appreciated his baby form that made him completely harmless.

"No", he answered.

"Don't you know how dangerous it is for a small child to be out in the woods alone? How did end up here anyways? The village of beginnings is miles away."

Poyomon stared at him, trying to read the part of his face that wasn't hidden behind a metal helmet. He knew that the angel could sense lies. He decided to stay vague and keep a low profile.

"I'm searching for my partner."

The dark king cringed when he noticed how incredibly high-pitched his voice was. Out of habit he had expected his voice to sound deep and sombre and not like he was on helium.

The angel's face light up.

"I see, I shall bring you to bring you to the nearest gate then."

The angel had the decency to pick him up and carry him to the nearest clean river first. There he slowly lowered him over the water so he could drink because his body would have been carried away by the stream otherwise. Yet again, it was humiliating but the dark king knew better to complain.

Poyomon knew he didn't like the city he was being brought to the second they flew over it. He could hear it first, the sound of hammers and heavy machines. He was old fashioned, he had never been fond of machines and heavy gears, despite technically being a program himself.

Etemon's constant concerts, loud enough to make the entire glassware inside his castle vibrate in agony, did the rest to seal his distaste in technology.

Most of the city was currently under construction. There were a few old houses in the middle, most likely they had belonged to the original village that had happened to be nearby the gate.

Angemon dropped him nearby an old house that had been turned into a care home for baby digimon, "kindergarten" was written in colorful letters on a sign.

"Kids' garden? I don't evolve into Tanemon...", Poyomon stated dryly.

Angemon laughed.

"Oh dear, that's a concept borrowed from the human world. Digimon graduate once they hit their Child or Rookie level, the name is a little bit misleading."

The house belonged to a Jijimon and Babamon couple, potent mega level digimon despite their frail appearance.

Poyomon sighed loudly when Babamon dubbed him "cute little marshmallow" and ended up with a disapproving scowl on his face for the rest of the day. And the day after.

After one week of watching the newest addition with the dark look on his face, Babamon stroke his beard while musing: "This one will definitely evolve into a virus type. Hmm..."

"Don't be like that old man, he's a partner digimon", Babamon intervened. "He's going to be fine, just give him some time to adapt."

While he didn't hear their conversation, Poyomon could guess from their behaviour, that the old couple noticed his difference from the others. He only gave short answers when being talked to and never started a conversation on his own but his advanced manner of speech showed themselves nevertheless. He could read despite stating he had no memories of previous lives and knew every inch of geography in the digital world and half of the human world.

The most important factor however was, that he never played with the other digimon, preferring to parade around like a king with an attitude that made even digimon one level above him move away whenever they came close to him.

Poyomon sighed.

For the sake of hiding his identity, he decided to bite the bullet and play pretend. Pretend he was nothing but a small child before they decided to call some chosen children on him.

Poyomon found himself in front of a very young Punimon, practicing Digimoji together. Of course only Punimon practiced, constantly confusing similar looking letters. His patience was wearing thin but every time he was about to shout and yell, Babamon shot him a warning glance.

"Everybody has his own pace, you know", she stated during one of Punimon's frequent breaks. "You have to be more considerate of others, not everybody can be a prodigy."

By sunset, Punimon finally managed to spell his own name correctly, Babamon proudly petted its head and shoved a piece of candy into its mouth.

"You learned a lot today, little one."

Punimon produced some bubbles in response, out of embarrassment or happiness, Poyomon could not tell.

Then, Babamon turned around, a second piece of candy in her hand. It was shoved into Poyomon's mouth before he had the chance to flee.

"You learned a lot, too. Today is the first time you helped others on your own."

At least, she didn't give me a marshmallow was the only thought that crossed Poyomon's mind.

Finally, after yet another week, Poyomon finally evolved into Tokomon, a Tokomon with very sharp and long teeth. He was finally allowed to use the training grounds, winning every fight through sheer force. When Jijimon asked him to train the others, he turned the training ground into a boot camp, shouting orders left and right. It was rumored he was the only Tokomon who did not just show his sharp teeth but actually used them without a warning. On one hand, the elderly couple could only shake their heads in despair but on the other hand, three more digimon than average managed to digivolve with his rigid methods, making the house roomier than ever.

After a few weeks, Tokomon himself finally reached the next level.

Jijimon hit Babamon with his elbow and a short "told ya" when he looked into the yellow eyes of a DemiDevimon hovering in the air. The bat digimon just flew off without as much as a good bye, right into the closest forest.

There the waiting began.

Welcome to my newest story.

I wondered what would happen if the evil digimon from adventure got reborn as eggs and this kinda escalated into the very story you're just reading, dear viewer. I went with Myotismon because he is my favorite and he had been the most troublesome one. This story takes place in between 02 and tri.