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I wasn’t always known as Lytse, that is the name my trainer gave me. My trainer, my friend, my partner. My saviour. I was alone when I met him. Alone and cold and wet. I had travelled a long time. A long, long time. And I was tired. So very tired. And he found me on that rainy day and he brought me to his home. He warmed me up and fed me. And I finally had found a home.
But that is the ending of my story. It began when I was just a small Cyndaquil, living peacefully with my tribe. I don’t recall much of it, just that I played with other Cyndaquil and the Charmander from a neighbouring tribe. I recall we lived in caves and it was pleasantly warm. It was a warmth I often longed back for, a warmth I found again when my trainer brought me to his home.
One day we had to leave. The volcano we lived close to erupted. Lava came down the mountain in small rivers. I recall the smell of melting rock. It was terrifying. Even though we are fire-types, lava was too hot for us as well. So we had to leave. Because this was just a small eruption, our mother said. The bigger one would follow and that could kill us.
So we left. And that is where my tale begins.