Long ago, in the ancient past, so ancient that even we have forgotten when, the Guardian Twelve were created to act as guides for a new era of this world. walked amongst the living, spreading our guidance to those we would meet. Our goal was to create a Digital World that could live in peace, using virtues from the World Above that we were bestowed.

Courage and Passion... (Ancient Greymon)

Honor and Respect... (Ancient Garurumon)

Knowledge and Kinship... (Ancient Beatmon)

Love and Companionship... (Ancient Mermaimon)

Community and Empathy... (Ancient Troiamon)

Strength and Willfulness... (Ancient Volcamon)

Faith and Leadership... (Ancient Irismon)

Reliability and Persistence... (Ancient Megatheriumon)

Wisdom and Creativity... (Ancient Wisemon)

and for myself, Order and Patience. (Ancient Sphinxmon)

However, the Ancient Demon was bestowed with Ambition and Pride, and sought to gain power so it could reach the World Above and conquer it. It spread across the Digital World, sowing seeds of fear and mistrust of the other into those it would meet. This lead to the creation of the Zones. However, the Ancient Warrior, of Kindness and Protection, had seen the Demon's tricks, and tried to rally us against it. By the time we had gathered, the Demon possessed the leader of the Purple Zone, and declared war on the entire world. The Zone Wars had begun to ravage the world we had hoped to protect.

In this destruction, the Ancient Demon Separated from the king it had influenced, devouring him and the cores of those who had died in the war, amassing a power far greater than the eleven of us could handle. With the destruction of two worlds at hand, the Ancient Warrior sacrificed his body and energy to destroy the Demon.

Though the wars had ended, the world was left in a dire state. Our mission to create peace had failed, our own power being the catalyst for its destruction. We then made a decision. If we could not protect the Digital World, then our last act would be to save it.

All of us travelled to the corners of the Digital World, to what remained of the Zones, and sacrificed our physical forms to bring life back to them. The others became spirits trapped within petrified bodies, while I remained to act as a watchful eye. Our hope was for the Digital World to develop peacefully without our influence.

As the years passed and life returned, societies began to build around the Guardian Statues, our lingering energy influencing their ideals and beliefs. That is how the segregated world we had sacrificed ourselves to prevent came to be.

Nothing in the Digital World can truly die, and that is why I remained. In case the Ancient Demon returned... which I believe is happening. The madness infesting those that fall to despair... those are remnants of it, infesting the very structure of the Digital World.

However, it is an unnatural infestation. The Demon's influence is being forced into the world somehow Someone is trying to revive the Ancient Demon, in a form more powerful than we can possibly imagine. You must stop them before their work is finished.

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S: Yes! We've finally done it! Enough Dark Data has been collected to fully revive the Master! I must thank you children for helping so much, especially that overzealous friend of yours. It is truly a tragedy for you to have lost him to our Master's will, but the Dark Data he gave was tremendous!

(prose goes here)

D: Doctor, what is happening!?

S: What incredible power, it's distorting the very fabric of the world around it! Hahahahahaha!

D: If we don't get out of here then that monstrosity will kill all of us!