Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.
Prologue:
50 years after the fifth generation of Digi-Destined stepped foot on the Digital world, there was an RPG created. This RPG was supposedly the greatest Digimon game ever. Once logged into it, it was said that the player could go for days, even weeks, without sleeping or eating in the actual world. But the game had a secret, although most people considered it just a glitch, eight, and only eight people, once logged in, could never leave the game until the ultimate evil was defeated. Those eight players were to become the next Digi-Destined.
Chapter One: The Meeting.
Shikier landed with a thump in a small clearing in a large forest. A metallic wristband had appeared on his wrist. The wristband had a large elliptical-rectangle thing sticking out of the top, the thing had a light blue rim, and a medium-sized screen in the middle, and multiple buttons scattered around it. Shikier stood up and dusted the dirt of of his dark blue shirt and shorts.
"Ok, how'd I end up here?" he asked himself.
Then a voice chirped out behind him. "Not sure how ya got here, but boy, am I glad ya came."
Shikier turned around and saw the being that was speaking to him. It was a small wolf-digimon that was standing on two legs. He had white fur with a black streak running down his back, and he even had wolf ears, a wolf nose, a wolf tail, and dark blue wolf eyes. And to top it all of, he had seven fingers on each hand.
"Who are you? Why am I here? And Where in the world am I?" demanded Shikier.
"In order: I'm Swordmon, I have no clue, and your in a forest, duh," stated the wolf-digimon.
Shikier's anger was beginning to rise rather quickly. "I know I'm in a forest, but where am I in particular?"
"Oh, that's easy. You're in the Digital World."
Shikier blinked. "Did, you say 'Digital World'?"
"Well I sure as heck didn't say 'Human World'."
"Then if I'm in the Digital World, then this thing on my wrist is a Digivice, and if I have a Digivice, then I'm a Digi-Destined!"
One of Swordmon's fingers had transformed into a sword, and he began whittling a small piece of wood. "You, uh, just now figurin' that out, are ya?"
"How'd I get here though?"
"Beats me. I was just walkin' through this here forest, mindin' my own business, then you come fallin' from the sky, and landin' on one of my figurines."
Shikier looked where he had landed. A broken pile of wood was there.
"Uh, sorry, Swordmon."
Swordmon shrugged. "Eh, it's ok, I got tons of 'em."
"So, are you my digimon partner?"
"No idea. If I am, I never got the memo."
Then Shikier's digivice began to glow as a beam of light blue light shot from it and hit Swordmon, leaving a small gray mark in his forehead and hands.
"Well, I guess that means I am your partner, kid. So what's your name?"
"I'm Shikier Shoaka."
