This is my first attempt at a fan-fic. Review as you see fit. Thanks for reading.
Lucas had been training as a swordsman for as long as he could remember. Now, at age 20, he was finally ready to take his final test to be licensed as a master swordsman. Lucas wielded two blades, both nineteen inches long and slightly curved. When in battle, his blades sliced through the air itself, dancing a dance of destruction.
As was customary for all aspiring master swordsmen, a wise old sage visited Lucas the day before his masters test. Lucas and the sage sat down in a quiet room free of all distractions, and stared into each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity.
Just as Lucas was about to break the silence, the sage spoke.
"Young man, I have seen a glimpse of your future and the things it holds. You are not destined for this world. In fact, you are destined for something far greater. I know not the meaning of what I have seen, or the way to explain it to you. I can say only this. Before you see the light of the sun tomorrow, you will no longer be of this world."
Although Lucas had no attachments to the people of this world, it saddened him that he would not see his dream fulfilled. He expressed these grievances to the sage.
"Despair not child. Your skills will be of much use to you as you discover your destiny. You will even develop new skills, the likes of which this world will never be able to witness or even imagine. Hold fast to this, and embrace your destiny. Good luck." With this, the sage stood and left. Lucas did not sleep well that night, unsure of what tomorrow would bring.
When Lucas awoke, he found himself in a strange place. Looks like that sage was right he thought to himself. The land here was much purer than his war torn homeland. The air was pure and clean, not smothered in the black clouds of smoke he had always known. Nearby, he could hear children's laughter as they played.
A young man, who appeared to be no older than fourteen, noticed him and ran towards him.
"Hey, where did you come from? I've never seen you around before" the boy stated in an accusing manner.
"I came from far away. Where exactly am I anyway?" Lucas replied.
"Well that's an easy one to answer. You're in Pallet Town. What's your name mister?"
My name is Lucas. I'm a swordsman."
"That's pretty cool. I'm Rudy, and I'm a pokémon trainer."
"Umm. What the hell is a pokémon?"
"Wow, you must be from pretty far away if you don't know what a pokémon is. Come on, I'll take you to my house and I can show you what pokémon are all about." Rudy helped Lucas to his feet, then dashed away. Lucas sighed and followed him. Since this is where I'm gonna be for a while, I may as well learn what I can about this strange world. But what the hell are these pokémon?
I realize the introduction is short, but I've been wanting to write this for some time now. Let me know what you think. The next part is where the real story will begin.