Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or Pokemon.

Author's Note: This is a crossover fanfic of Pokemon and Digimon involving characters Matt, Tai, Sora, Mimi, Ash and Misty, set in an alternate universe where the three girls are siblings. Pairings are at the moment, still undecided, but I have tentative ideas on which pairings I'd like to have, so please be patient. This is the first chapter of the first book of The Magidestined Chronicles. Welcome and enjoy :)

The Magidestined Chronicles

BOOK 1 – When the Magic Begins

The Prophecy of Magi Angelica

The time will come when the Dark Queen's reign shall terrorize this world

Unable to do anything in my power, I shall be forced to leave my world at her mercy

However, I shall bestow the remnants of my power

To shield the Sacred Ground from the clutches of evil

For there will come a time when SIX will rise in my name

They are the Magidestined

With my will and power guiding them,

The Magidestined will assume the divine mission to stop the Dark Queen,

and restore peace

Even so, they would not be aidless in this quest

For I have prepared great allies ahead of them

May this prophecy be preserved well

And be revealed

When the time comes…

~Magi Angelica

PROLOGUE

New York, New York

It lay in near ruins, the city.

Half the buildings destroyed, trees uprooted, vehicles overturned… and a dreary wind passed through the seemingly lifeless place, whispering an unsettling hum of silence.

The sun had disappeared; the sky leaden with chaotic, swirling grey clouds, dark and foreboding.

Nothing moved, nothing breathed.

Suddenly, a huge block of cement rolled off a mountainous pile of the remains of the once towering Empire State Building, and a faint movement could be seen. A bloody arm emerged from the dust.

Then, a gasp, and slowly, a teenage boy could be seen emerging from beneath the rubble, ridden with wounds, and his dark brown hair matted and all over the place. With amazing strength, he shoved a gigantic boulder out of his way, and stood up shakily. The boy's otherwise fine features were tainted with scratches and dried blood. He looked around wearily, as if searching for something, or someone.

A few moments after, as if answering his unvoiced call, a figure moved out of the shadows and came into view – a girl, with long red hair blowing in the wind, and a tear-stained face. She too had numerous gashes and wounds on visible parts of her body, and her dress was filthy and torn. A black cat with piercing green eyes trailed alongside her. The girl glanced down at her feline companion. Then a look of determination crossed her face as she bent down and picked the cat up.

Holding it high above her head, she muttered an almost inaudible word. Then, as a faint glow began to radiate from the creature, the girl let loose her grip on it. The cat hovered in mid-air, then started to grow.

It grew larger and larger –to the size of a huge cat, then the size of a leopard, a lion… until at last, it was even bigger than a bear. Finally, the glowing stopped, and its paws landed firmly on the ground.

Facing the girl now, was a solemn, giant-sized black panther with fur as sleek as satin.

Satisfied, the girl looked up and glanced over at the boy.

He nodded to her. Then turned around and put his fingers to his mouth, took a deep breath and gave a loud, piercing whistle. The shrill sound rattled the very air around them. The boy waited, and very soon, a swift white shadow sped around the corner towards him, and in moments, a huge and handsome white wolf stood in front of him, as large as the giant panther.

Without hesitating, the boy easily hoisted himself onto its broad back.

Suddenly, a loud crumbling coming from the ruins of the Madison Square Garden caught the children's attention, and the next moment, a huge dragon manifested itself from underneath the debris.

Its long, blue scaly body reaching almost as high as an average building, it looked positively monstrous, but the creature's large brown eyes settled momentarily on the children, then twisted towards its side as if looking for something. And from where they were, the children saw the slim figure of another girl, with the same flaming red hair as the first, but shoulder-length, standing beside the beast. Rubbing her heavily smudged face with the back of her bruised hand, the second girl saw them, smiled and gave them a thumbs-up.

Suddenly, one of the topmost glass windows of a tall building shattered into a million pieces, broken through from the inside, and amongst the fragments of glass, a young lad appeared and immediately started to cover the distance of more than twenty storeys below, falling with accelerating speed.

"Oh no, ASH!" the second girl screamed.

It was as if the boy would surely meet his doom. But an amazing thing happened. Halfway through his fall, a huge golden bird with the brilliance of dancing, fiery red flames flew about ten feet underneath the boy and caught him squarely on its back.

Flapping its blazing wings, the phoenix gave a sharp melodic call and soared over the wreckage of the city.

As if he was used to this, the boy stood up firmly on the bird's back. Then, looking behind him, he caught sight of two approaching figures in the sky, making their way towards him.

Soon, the outline of two horses came into view, each carrying a human on it. Bathed in golden light, the first horse had a pair of brilliant wings beating strongly on either side of its body. There was a boy on its back, with hair the same color gold as his steed, and a shining white sword in his hands.

The second horse was surrounded by a soft silver glimmer. Gliding gracefully alongside the first one, and it had a strange red gem embedded on its forehead, emitting a curious glow. A single crystal horn protruded from its forehead just above the red jewel, indicating that it was indeed the well-known mythical beast known as the Unicorn.

The girl on the unicorn's back caught sight of the phoenix in front of them. Overcome by immense relief, she waved strongly and indicate downwards, and in unison, all three of the creatures dove, dashing in the direction of the others on the ground.

The children below glanced upwards and saw them.

As though an unvoiced agreement had passed through them, the others mounted their beasts and started off.

Without breaking the somber silence, six children –three boys and three girls, three creatures up in the air, and three on the ground, headed simultaneously in the same direction, an equal motive crossing their minds.

To strike back.

And to restore… what was.

Chapter 1

16 Years Ago…

The sudden cry of a woman from within the Elmhurst Medical Center in New York City pierced the night. A young mother was giving birth, and the doctors and nurses bustled about the delivery room as they prepared to welcome the arrival of a pair of twin sisters. The mother was gasping painfully for air, and finally, with a scream of effort and pain, the delightful cry of a newborn infant could distinctly be heard resounding in the hospital corridors.

"Congratulations, Mr. Ravenhart. You've got a pair of twin daughters," smiled the nurse as she handed the twins over to their father.

At that moment, Kevin Ravenhart looked like the happiest man in the world. His blue-green eyes were brimming with affection as he glanced at the twins in his arms.

Later in the patients' room, Kevin kissed the pale cheeks of his wife. "Julie, our daughters are lovely," Kevin whispered as he held his wife's hand. Julie Ravenhart smiled serenely. A little girl about two years old, with silky carrot red hair and large brown eyes looked up as she sat on Kevin's lap.

"Daddy, where did the babies go?" she asked, tilting her head at her father.

"They'll be here in a minute, honey."

Just then, the nurse arrived with the twins, one in each of her arms. The girl hopped off her dad's knee to make way for the baby he was going to carry and tried to stand on tiptoe to catch a glimpse of her baby sister.

"Look, Sora, this is Misty," Mr. Ravenhart held the baby lower for his eldest daughter to see. Her eyes brightened.

She squealed in delight and stretched out her hand to touch the baby's face gently. Then she turned around and touched the other twin her mother was cradling in her arms. "And this is Mimi," said her mother.

Kevin took one look at his daughter, then back at the twins. "Our children are all red-heads," he pointed out, an eyebrow raised.

Julie chuckled. "But the twins have your eyes," she said as if in consolation. "The same beautiful blue-green."

The next night was wild and stormy.

The nurse came into the infants' room to check on the sleeping babies. Then, as she reached the cubicles of the Ravenhart twins, she noticed that one of them was empty – the one labeled "Mimi Ravenhart". Thinking that perhaps the mother had taken the baby to her room, she went to look, but found, to her puzzlement, Julie Ravenhart sleeping soundly in her bed. She informed another nurse on duty, which was when the search had begun.

And they never found her.

Kevin Ravenhart couldn't believe his ears when he heard the news. His daughter, gone –disappeared on her second night of birth.

"This is impossible," he almost yelled, trying to calm himself by taking deep breaths. "Which one of the twins?"

"The younger one, it seems," said the inspector in charge of the investigation. The police had been alerted that very night after the whole hospital was searched.

"Nooo!" Julie screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I don't believe you! Give me my daughter! Please give me my baby back! Please…" Seeing her completely shaken and racked with sobs, struggling to escape in attempt to search for her missing daughter herself, the doctors had no choice but to administer a tranquilizer. Against her will, Julie closed her eyes.

Kevin Ravenhart came out of the room, face whiter than chalk, and spoke to the inspector. "I want you to find my daughter. You must find her. No matter what it takes!"

Soon, the disappearance of the Ravenhart baby was all over the papers. Alas, investigations and all efforts put in proved to no avail as after a month of continuous and tireless searching, the missing child was still yet to be recovered, so the police that combed the entire city and nearby suburbs for the child finally had to admit defeat.

This was heart-breaking news for the Ravenhart family, and an almost palpable grief settled over them as the couple carried their now solitary baby back home.

Even little Sora knew, that to question her parents about her missing sister would not be a good thing to do. Ever since her sister's disappearance, her mother had become weak with grief, off-colored and down-spirited, constantly pining for her lost child, and her father had become very sensitive towards the topic of his disappeared daughter.

And until today, no one has ever really gotten over the disaster.

12 Years Later…

Sora Ravenhart hastily dragged the brush through her soft shoulder-length carrot red hair and snapped a star-shaped hairpin to her left temple, holding the fringes in place. Then she opened her drawer and started fumbling around inside it, her long, slender eyebrows knitting together and her features showing an anxious frown.

"Mist! Did you see my tie anywhere? I can't seem to find it," she called out as she went over to her wardrobe and rummaged about in there as well. Just great, the start of a new semester and she'd already lost her tie within the first week.

Another girl walked into her room, already dressed in their school uniform –a white blouse, with her nametag that read "Misty Ravenhart" pinned to the front of her navy colored coat. She straightened her black pleated skirt and held out a black tie with thin white diagonal stripes.

"You left it in my room, dork," she smiled cheekily and Sora pretended to glare at her.

"I'll show you who's the dork," she said and jumped on top of her sister without warning. Both girls started to wrestle playfully until their mother's voice called out from below.

"Girls, come down now unless you want to be late for school!"

Both girls immediately stopped fooling around. "We're coming!" they answered and straightened up their uniforms before racing downstairs.

They greeted their parents at the dining table and sat down to eat. Kevin glanced up briefly from his newspaper, took his cup of coffee from its saucer and disappeared back behind it.

Julie's hazel brown eyes fell onto her younger daughter. And the scarring incident twelve years ago for the moment seemed blur and far away as she drank in Misty's cheerful face. She had grown from a tiny infant into a charming young girl, her hair grown past her shoulders and tied up in a cheeky lopsided ponytail. Misty wore her fringe short, and had always liked her hair untidy, claiming that it made her look "cool". She had lively blue-green eyes that matched her active nature.

Sora and Misty waved madly as they cycled off to the school they attended together – Victoria Junior High.

The air was cool and refreshing, and the sun shone brightly. It was like any other perfect autumn day. Late summer blossoms bloomed along the road, giving off their rich scent, and the two girls cycled to school, racing each other on the sidewalk.

Sora walked into her classroom and sat down at her seat near the window. She was in her final year in Victoria Junior High, and was one of the players on the VJH soccer team – the Sky Lions. Misty however, was two years younger and just joined the swimming team last semester.

The first session of Sora's classes passed by quickly that morning. Then, when it was lunchtime, one of her friends, Nicole Crane, came over to her desk. She was a demure-looking girl with short brown hair and a pink headband in it. She had on thin silver-rimmed glasses, and was one of the smartest kids in her year.

"Let's head to the cafeteria," she said, and Sora smiled at her as she continued stuffing her books away. Nicole had been her best friend since the year they became freshmen at VJH, and they have always eaten together during lunch.

"Done," she said, and was just about to get up when three other girls strutted up to them, conveniently blocking their way. Sora had to suppress a groan when she saw that they were Jessica Fleetwood, Marilyn Slater and Denni Charles.

A fleeting moment of silence ensued as an invisible but almost palpable tension radiated between the girls. Sora had a sinking feeling that she wasn't going to like what was coming next. Jessica and her little clique from the school's dance club had a notorious reputation of being the meanest, albeit most popular girls in school. And that, of course, naturally gave them authority over all beings that walked the earth.

"What's the hurry, Ravenhart?" Marilyn was the first to speak up, chirping in her honeyed voice. "Going off to meet Roy?"

Nicole shot them a quizzical look. "What are you talking about?"

Marilyn tossed her long black hair, which she had just dyed recently, and waved off Nicole's question as if she wasn't even worth her attention. She turned back to Sora. "You know better, Ravenhart. Roy Schneider." The bite of sarcasm in her voice wasn't hard to miss, and Sora couldn't stand Marilyn beating about the bush any longer. This was a waste of her time and it was starting to piss her off.

"Either explain what you're on about or go away, Marilyn," said Sora, slinging her book band over her shoulder and making as if to go. But with that, Sora had struck a nerve –Jessica nudged Marilyn roughly aside and strode in front of Sora, the word "menace" written all over her face.

"Listen here, Ravenhart," she began, voice raised. Sora did not like her tone at all but made no response, merely lifting an eyebrow to show she was listening.

But somehow, Jessica's next torrent of outburst froze on her lips, because for a fleeting moment, she had distinctly thought she could "feel" Sora's icy glare. But that wasn't possible, right?

Beside her, Marilyn and Denni glanced at each other.

The temperature wasn't dropping, was it? It was only early autumn, summer's hardly gone. And, they were in the school building, where the temperature was supposed to be centralized.

Shaking off the sudden chill that had momentarily gripped her, Jessica resumed her words. "I've had enough of your cockiness," she snarled. "What were you doing with Roy in the library yesterday?"

Everybody in school knew that Roy was Jessica's new boyfriend –one of the hottest quarterbacks who'd just transferred last semester, and that she was all protective of him where other girls were concerned, as if the whole world had their eyes on her guy.

Sora rolled hers, wondering why she was bothering with such a stupid conversation. "For Your Majesty's information, he was merely asking me about a few simple algebraic questions because we're in the same Algebra class." Then, she placed her hand on her forehead, feigning a headache. "Oh, I've been so unjustly accused, my lawyer please!"

"Okay that's it, Ravenhart!" Jessica finally lost it, it seemed. "You think you're being cute? I don't think so. Look at you, no butt, no bust, not a cheerleader, not in the Dance Club, not even popular! Just a scrawny little Nobody! So, stop being a wannabe, Roy isn't the kind of guy to go for a shrimp like you, get it? So get lost!"

There was a moment's silence where Sora felt her temper rose rapidly at Jessica's crude insults. They practically had the whole class' attention now, and if there was one thing Sora couldn't stand, it was being ridiculed and demeaned in public for no apparent reason.

The classroom was now peculiarly cold, almost no different than winter. Nicole rubbed her arms and saw that some of the students in class were even breathing vapor and looking around with puzzled and half-scared looks, as if the class was suddenly bewitched. It was all very strange, and the temperature was still dropping continually.

In her rage, Sora found herself laughing.

"Oh gosh, this has got to be the best joke I've ever heard!" she laughed. "It's as if every girl who comes within ten feet of your guy is trying to get him laid or something. Like ANYONE would want to, with someone like Jessica Fleetwood circling around him like a vulture hovering over a rotting corpse! I admit I don't really have the guts –anyone would think you'd literally start snapping their heads off at any time. So puh-lease grow up, Jessie-dear!" and with that she shoved one of the desks roughly aside to make way for both her and Nicole to walk past the girls and out of class.

It was warm outside the classroom.

"That was freaky, Sora," Nicole voiced her thoughts.

"Me?"

"No, the classroom suddenly turned really cold just now, didn't you feel it? And today's supposed to be a really hot day too."

"Huh? I didn't feel anything," Sora gave Nicole a puzzled look.

However, as she thought back, she couldn't help remembering seeing some students shivering in the classroom. Definitely strange, but maybe it was just the air-conditioner gone crazy, anyway, Sora didn't feel like caring. She was mad, and more importantly –hungry.

"I wish lunchtime was longer," she complained. "We've wasted a whole twenty minutes on those girls, and the worst part is they weren't even really worth the time or trouble."

It was after recess, and the classroom was unbearably stuffy and hot. The sun in the afternoon was scorching and everyone felt like they were in an oven. The heat was terrible.

Misty could hardly keep her eyes open, and Miss Sharp's jabbering about the American Revolution was beginning to sound to her like the distant hum of a lullaby. She could feel the sleep fairies calling out to her, and her history textbook had somehow begun to feel as soft as her own pillow…

Then suddenly, she thought saw Miss Sharp staring daggers at her through her huge wire-rimmed glasses. She was picking up a chalk, and sending it hurtling through the air towards her face! She had to dodge! She did. At the last possible second, she had managed to duck safely to her right, the chalk missing her hair by mere inches.

Misty awoke with a jump. What? Had she been dreaming?

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spied the teacher aiming a chalk at her drowsy face and ducked instinctively to her right, just in time to avoid the unwanted blow!

Whew, that was a close one… she thought, wiping imaginary sweat off her forehead. And then–

"Misty Ravenhart!" called a sharp voice, which could only belong to none other than dear Miss Sharp herself. "What do you think you're doing in my class while I'm teaching?! Speak up!"

Misty stood up uncertainly. "Um, sorry Miss Sharp, I uh…" she faltered, trying to think of what to say. She didn't feel it was nice to admit outright that she'd been nodding off in her class. That would really embarrass the teacher, wouldn't it?

"Ravenhart, I asked you a question!" Miss Sharp continued in her high-pitched voice. "When I ask questions, I expect them to be answered!"

"Um, I was wondering whether the print on the textbook would come off on my face if I lay on it long enough?" she tried.

Immediately, the whole class burst into laughter. Misty stood there, trying to look innocent, still half-hoping she might buy it. Who knew, maybe her boyfriend proposed to her yesterday and she was in an exceptionally good mood?

But Miss Sharp's face was as black as thunder. She lifted up her right hand and pointed toward the classroom door, and before she even opened her mouth, Misty knew what was coming.

"Very well then, Misty, you will now please stand outside in the corridor until the class is over! Let's hope you'll be able to sit up and listen to lessons like a normal student in future!"

Misty sighed and trudged out of the classroom. This wasn't that big a deal, really, it wasn't like she couldn't handle the shame. What she did mind was the fact that now she had to stand for nearly an hour. Why must teachers be so difficult? It would've been so much easier if she had given her, oh say… extra homework or lines to do or something.

Misty sighed and leaned back against the wall, sinking into thoughts. What was with the dream thing she had? Was she so sleepy she was actually half awake and half dreaming? Finally, she figured she'd better catch some shuteye after school so she wouldn't fall asleep on Mr. Watson during training.

That night, Sora and Misty said goodnight to their parents and left them in the living room, watching a late night show.

Misty slipped on her pale blue nightgown and switched on her nightlight. She landed heavily onto her soft, comfortable bed, grabbed her fluffy purple pillow and sighed sleepily. Today had been a trying day, and she really wanted to sleep early tonight. But, knowing she couldn't put off having that talk with Sora, she sighed again and jumped off her bed. Opening her door ajar and tiptoeing outside, she could still hear the television downstairs. Good, she thought, and then quietly crept to the bedroom door next to hers. She turned the handle and the door slid open without a creak.

Sora was lying on her bed, reading one of her favorite John Saul books, a thriller called 'Shadows'. She glanced up at her sister.

"Um, something's been bothering me," Misty said, sliding in soundlessly and closing the door behind her. "We need to talk."

Sora closed her book and beckoned her over, and Misty sidled across the room and eagerly clambered up her soft bed, enveloping the yellow folds of the thick quilt around her cold feet. Sora turned off her iPod.

"Now that you mentioned it… Me too," Sora admitted, and then added. "But I was thinking I'd wait till tomorrow."

"I thought I was supposed to be the procrastinator," Misty laughed. "So what is it?"

"You first," insisted Sora.

"Fine," Misty rolled her eyes. "Uh… actually, something really weird happened to me." Misty then launched into her story about when she had 'hallucinations' and déjà vu that would freakishly come true after a few moments. "But it's weird though," Misty finished, sounding more confused than worried. "Was I too tired or what? Never mind, don't answer that. Anyway, it's your turn."

Sora consented and started relating to Misty about what happened today. When she came to the part where students in class had begun to breathe vapor, Misty stared at her.

"You're joking, today was hot!"

"Okay if you think that was weird, wait till you hear this. I was having my usual soccer practice this afternoon as you know, and we had a friendly match with the Mutants. I'll spare you the details –we were tied on 3 points each after an hour, and it takes just one more goal to determine the winner. Then, suddenly I saw Trevor, the opponent winger, racing towards the ball shot by Winston to me. I sorta panicked, because if he gets to the ball first, we'll surely lose. I ran like hell, but I wasn't fast enough. Trevor was going to reach there first. And then, suddenly, everything around me just sort of… stopped."

"Hah?" Question marks were written all over Misty's face.

Sora faltered. "Well… yeah, everything stopped, just like that. But my whole mind was focused on the ball at that time, so I just ran to it and gave it a good shot into the net. The moment the ball entered the net, the whole place just sprang back to life again! And it was only at that split second that I noticed… I'm not sure if it's possible or not… But it was like time just stopped! I know it's impossible, but then maybe… Mist, maybe I'm crazy?" Sora turned to her sister beseechingly. Misty pretended to consider, then broke into a smile.

"Only when you get mad at me for stealing your bras," she teased, then put her hand on Sora's shoulder reassuringly. "The important thing is that I believe you. Who cares if you're crazy?"

Sora hugged her sister. It was times like this that she was really thankful that she had a sister. In a way, Misty was like her closest friend in the world, and always, talking about stuff just seemed to make things better.

"Okay, so now after all that, what do we do?" Misty raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "It's either we're crazy, or something really creepy is happening."

"Hmm…" Sora stroked her chin thoughtfully. "I think… um… I think it's best if we just pretend nothing's happened."

Misty's blue-green eyes rounded as if she was considering this for the first time. Then she nodded. "Kay, come to think of it, I don't fancy starring an episode in Ripley's Believe it or Not," she said after a while. "But promise to let each other know if anything else happens?"

Sora nodded gravely, and Misty fell back onto the bed with a defeated sigh.

"Hope this doesn't keep up, as if lousy history marks isn't enough."

Sora waved her hand dismissively. "There's no cause to worry if it would, the more we think about it, the more it's going to affect us."

"Yeah…" Misty agreed, then jumped off her sister's bed. "Well, I need to catch my beauty sleep now. And then tomorrow would be fine."

Sora nodded. "Most likely. No reason it wouldn't, right?"

"Yeah," said Misty, and stuck out her tongue. "Bonus points if I pay more attention in Miss Sharp's class." Before she could finish, a pillow hit her squarely in the face.

"You'd better be paying attention in class!" Sora hissed.

Misty rolled her eyes. Sora was always such a goody-two-shoes, especially where school was concerned. "I was up with Warcraft the other night, that's all, um… won't happen again," she finished hastily and shut the door behind her before another pillow should come flying her way.

Later, as Sora prepared for sleep, she couldn't help but recall Misty's words.

Hope this doesn't keep up…

The last two words echoed continuously in her head, and she sighed. What would happen if it did? What should they do? When she still wasn't able to find a satisfactory answer to those questions, she shook her head and gave up, finally coming to the decision that she should listen to her own advice and not worry. She turned over and slept, finding comfort in the assumption that there was really no reason all this should continue.

~~ Magidestined ~~