Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon.
A/N: This is my first Fanfiction. I hope you like it.
"Lance has no more available Pokemon. The Master wins the battle"
The crowd cheered as the trainers exited the Indigo Stadium. Then Charles Goodshow, organiser of the Pokemon League, walked up onto the stage and addressed the vast crowd:
Only three months ago, a trainer appeared out of nowhere. He called himself "The Trainer", a name as mysterious as the deep, black cloak that conceals his identity. This trainer rocketed up the ranks of the league, decimating all with just one Pokemon. Today, he faced off with Pokemon Master Lance. As you saw Lance was also defeated, this time with three Pokemon. Tomorrow this amazing trainer will be crowned, Pokemon Master, successor to Master Lance.
With that, Goodshow strolled off the bright blue stage, disappearing into the Indigo Offices. Wondering if the new master would give up his anonymity.
As the day drew to a close, there was one black cloaked man strolling around in the dark empty park, pondering over his initiation speech, due in under 24 hours. When he was done pondering, the cloaked master lay down, with his Pokemon. To hopefully get a good night's sleep.
"Good Morning everyone, as you know, today we will witness a new master being crowned. An event that we may not see for a long time coming. But first we will receive one more speech from Pokemon Master Lance, before he parts with his position." Declared Mr. Goodshow as Lance sauntered up onto the stage. Then Lance began what would be his final speech as Pokemon Master,
"Ladies and Gentlemen, for ten years, I have kept with me, a perfect streak in battling. But as you know, my time has ended. Only yesterday, I have been beaten by a true master who has risen from the depths. As I hand over my position, I hope that you think that I have managed our state well and performed to the best of my ability. I wish the best of luck to my successor."
As Lance ended his speech, many people were clapping and cheering. Everyone knew that they would miss Lance. He was a true people's master. They could only hope that the next one would be as good as him.
In a small corner of the stadium, a group of tightly knit friends sat together and watched the precession. They were: Misty Waterflower of Cerulean City, Tracy Sketchit of the Orange Islands, Brock Stone of Pewter City, Delia Ketchum – mother of Ash Ketchum, two Professor Oaks – one old, one young, Dawn Berlitz, of Twinleaf town and finally May and Max Maple of Petalburg City. But there was one person missing from this picture. Ash Ketchum. He disappeared over seven years before present, but was continually in the forefront of everyone's minds.
Soon, a tall muscular man, draped in a black cloak and with his face hidden strolled onto the stage. On his shoulder sat a Pikachu, the Pokemon that decimated every team in the Pokemon League. A mystical silence was brought down onto the world. Everyone wanted to know two things. Who was this person? And what would he do to the world?
A/N: Cliff hanger… Chapter 2 coming soon.