[center][u][h3][color=f26522]Mirko Dubrinic[/color][/h3][/u][/center]

[b][A school in Paks, Hungary][/b]

Lunch time came and passed, and one of the last classes for the day before club was computer class. Mirko was starting to feel disappointed nothing happened yet. Was he daydreaming the voice? Maybe? The lunch period he spent with his friends, telling them about the dreams he had. Though he opted not to show them the device. No one had anything similar dreamt.  The orange device was in his school bag as he entered the classroom. 

[u]"What?!"

"Teacher, my computer is weird!"

"Is this a prank?"

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The moment Mirko had stepped in the room full of computers every screen started to glow white. Words started to flow over the screens. The teacher in question wondered what kind of virus this could possible be. The kids poking the machines as if trying to fix them. Mirko moved to the computer furthest away from the door and looked at the screen.

The words. Digimon, council, didnt tell him much. But the word war left no doubt. This was the strange thing he awaited to happen. He tried to fish the orange thing out, but couldnt reach him from his notebooks. Not feeling patient he turned over the bag and let all the things from the inside fall down messily on the table and floor.

He was right!

The orange device was glowing... so what now?

[u]"Okay everyone leave the classroom. The class is canceled for today."[/u] The teacher announced, not pleased at all. Mirko hearth started to race. He knew he could just leave no one was forcing him to stay... but... he was not going to go back on his word. No hero and no real man did that.

[u]"Mirko, you too. Out with you."[/u]

[color=f7941d][u]"In a moment, my books slipped out my bag. Just to pick them up!" [/u][/color]Mirko lied, holding the device close to his chest. He started picking them all up slowly waiting for everyone to leave. He didnt know what would happen, but he had a feeling that he should point it to the screen. He didnt want to put anyone in danger. He saw the teacher leaving the classroom to speak with someone and Mirko used that opportunity. Having enough wit to grip his club bag he pointed the device to the screen. 

A wide grin on his face as he was was gone.

The teacher stepped back in the classroom noticing a bright flash happened, to see Mirkos books still on the table. Confusion on her face at seeing the room empty. All the computers now turned off and none showed the strange messages like before.

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[b][Digital world- Sector ??][/b]

Mirko groaned, he felt sore. Sitting up and rubbing his head he spotted why he felt that way. He was sitting on the hard ground. The bag was still in his hand. Checking it he saw his change of cloths, as well as a water bottle and football were all there. He took his phone out and sure enough there was no signal. He took a few picture of his surroundings and placed it back.

This was the place in a civil war.

The young boy took a breath and decided to walk. He could spot a dark looking forest not too far off the barren rock he woken up on. It looked a bit spooky with its nearly black threes but, it couldnt be that bad he reasoned. He wasnt too sure what is awaited from him but he just decided to give it a shot. Maybe he will walk into someone who could give him directions... and maybe a destination as well.

As he stepped into the forest he saw the black ground and heard something that resembled a distant scream... Maybe it was the wind, Mirko tried to be reasonable as he pulled his back closer and kept on walking.