It all started with the lights that came down crashing from the sky on that fateful morning just hours before we all were going to head down to the lake for our daily swim. All of us wanted to take advantage of the camp counselors being asleep. It was harmless and wasn't going to be a big deal, but before any of us knew what was happening, in the palms of our hands, a singular light slowly descended from the green sky.
Maybe that should've been our first clue that something wasn't right, but we're kids. How else were we supposed to know what was about to happen? No. None of us expected any of it to happen. It was not only something none of us eight were prepared for but it was too late before we could do something -anything - about it.
This was the day we found out what it really was like to be fish out of the water. This was the start of our journey. This was how we became The Digidestined.
Conrad Franklin was finding the breeze on a day that typically was known for being hot with record-high temperatures a welcomed change. Having grown up not far from Camp Red Rock, he was familiar with the weather patterns in this part of North Dakota - not that he has ever liked paying attention, but given the way his parents have raised him thus far, he had to be well-informed about a lot of things. It’s fairly obvious to anyone who gets to know him that Conrad hasn’t had a normal childhood. His parents haven’t raised him as such.
And that was the reason why Conrad started to question why his parents sent him here. In the two weeks he, along with seven others have been at this camp - at least the cabin that he shares with seven other kids of his age group of eleven to thirteen - have been at Camp Red Rock, he wondered why he was here. A lot of thoughts came to mind and he wanted to ask them, but something about the circumstances and how he often found himself being, he could never actually do it. He lacked a certain confidence to ask them without worry. As a result, much like with a lot of things in his life, Conrad chose the cowards way.
But it’s been like that his entire life (or at least for as long as he could remember). It didn’t matter if it was with his parents or those that he has tried to avoid at all costs (unsuccessfully one might say). It’s true, Conrad, who has been dubbed as Cowardly Conrad, no doubt a joke rather than a name given to him with the intention to insult or offend, has rung true with the boy with brown hair. Nothing about him was courageous. He lacked the confidence to do a lot of things that others could.
So as Conrad sat by the lake, the rest of the kids were enjoying themselves in the water, which was fine by him. He honestly didn’t feel like getting wet at this time and there was no way he’d let them catch them without his shirt on.
So, what did Conrad do if he wasn’t with the others taking advantage of the cool breeze and the shining sun? Well, for one, Conrad had always enjoyed writing down his thoughts into a journal that he was given to his more understanding grandparents, specifically his grandfather. Bless that man because, without him, the boy would feel completely isolated from the rest of his family. He’s the only one that made Conrad feel at least somewhat included and he loved him because of that.
It’s a little windy today, but I guess that’s okay. It doesn’t seem like it’s really keeping the others from enjoying the sunshine. Speaking of, it’s awfully bright today.
Conrad looked up at the sky for a brief moment. It was awfully bright. The wind wasn’t so bad though. It was the sort of brisk wind that was common for this state. One thing the brown-haired boy couldn’t figure out was why it was this windy in the summer season. It was a little strange if he was being honest with himself, but the thought soon became clouded by another as the blue sky above started to become hazy light disappearing. Though it wasn’t necessarily a complete darkness, the sudden loss of complete visibility was enough to make Conrad (and no doubt the others) look up.
And as the sky became a muddled gray color, what was first assumed to be lightning, Conrad saw some flashes of light from within the dark gray clouds. Conrad had then made the conscious decision to pack up his journal into his shoulder bag and he would whistle to the others to follow. Whatever was happening, he didn’t want them to catch colds, though that was more likely than not.
Walking back to the camp, it wasn’t even a full minute that something strange was happening. Conrad looked up and saw the same light come from above him. He went to his default setting of hiding. He took a direct right turn to the nearest patch of trees, but as he did, the light still slowly descended and it had made its way into his open right palm. It was odd, but the light felt warm, almost as though it seemed familiar.
When the light faded, a strange mechanical device in his hand. It had a weird shape, but Conrad saw it was similar to the pagers that seem to be popular among the older kids at his school. The few things that Conrad happened to notice that wasn’t like those pagers/beepers was the strange symbols along the device and the way it was shapen was also strange to Conrad.
Right when he was about to check it out, the device itself started to glow. Before he or the other seven children who were making their way over to where Conrad was (or somewhat in his line of sight), lights of various colors: orange, yellow, gold, blue, red, green, pink, and purple started to shine among the eight. These lights felt warm. Conrad felt like he was being hugged by someone who wouldn’t ever let him down and would always protect him. At that same moment, there came something totally unexpected.
“Wait what’s happening?”
Conrad couldn’t control his body as it started to float up into the air, the sight of a now multi-colored sky opened up. Along with him, the other seven were being tossed into that bright light. When the final child passed through it, everything else went blank. The only thing that came after it was the sudden change of scenery. They were in a forest, spread out amongst themselves.
And as Conrad adjusted to everything, only one thought crossed his mind.
“Where am I?”
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