The Digital World. As the name implies, it is a world made of data. Inhabited by Digital Monsters, it is a relatively unknown place, despite everything in it being based on our input.
The landscape, varied and seemingly random, is currently besieged by war.
Cherubimon, a 'Digimon' with evil intentions, has gathered an army to take control of the Digital World. In response, Seraphimon has led his own army to prevent this.
A stalemate has dragged the conflict, and thus, both leaders turned to the legends of humans. Marked Digimon have appeared on both sides, lending credence to the idea that humans could be the key to Victory.
Both sides have managed to utilise the Internet and scan millions of online users, looking for those most suited to help. A total of ten have replied and been transported to the respective leaders. And now, these chosen few will learn of their purpose...
Seraphimon was uneasy as he walked the walls of his castle. Behind him followed five marked Digimon, as well as two Angemon. He hadn't wanted to resort to brining humans into an unrelated conflict, but they needed
any kind of advantage they could get to stop Cherubimon. He would have liked to give them the choice to return home, but the hastily-made technology to transport a human from a different world to here had broken down. If it weren't for the scientist's many fail-safe's, this could have been a disaster...
The armoured, angelic Digimon reached the entrance hall of the castle, the bright white decorated with many suits of armour or decorative weaponry.
The humans had fallen here, and would most likely be waking up any second now. Seraphimon glanced over his shoulder to the marked Digimon.
"It seems that these are your partners. I trust you know which is which." Seraphimon told them, and turned his attention to one of the Angemon, one which carried a silver case. Inside where devices to be utilised by the humans, dubbed 'Digivices'. Their exact functions were still unknown, but if the humans could make use of them...
Meanwhile, at the same time, within a far gloomier - yet rather well lit regardless - castle on the other end of the land, a large Digimon with burning red eyes leered at the humans brought before him.
These humans didn't look like much, and yet they supposedly held such great power?
...Well, they had best prove to be up to the challenge.
In front of Cherubimon stood five Digimon with marks upon their bodies, a sign of the power they apparently held. Power that he had best keep under his control.
"Wake them." Cherubimon ordered the marked Digimon. The sooner these humans realised their new position, the quicker he could search for those crest and make use of their supposed powers.