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Chapter 1

Introduction

Cyril was a normal 14 year old kid. Black hair, silver eyes, 5'4", and 110 lbs.

Normal kid, normal life, weird trainers challenge.

Cyril had dropped out of school, like many kids taking the trainer challenge.

He had gotten a PokeDex and some PokeBalls from the local wacko, Jerry.

His journey started in Harren Town, a town of about 50 people and his birthplace.

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As Cyril walked out of Harren, he began wondering how he would catch his first Pokemon.

No, not hurting it,

He thought to himself, he didn't want his pokemon to not trust him at all!

He pondered, looking around for pokemon, and finding some good ones, but never thinking of any good way to catch them.

Finally, he came up with an idea.

Now all he had to do was look for a pokemon.

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He found a small Nidoran(Male) munching contendedly on some grass.

Cyril saw his chance.

He began cooing softly, just enough for the Nidoran to hear. It turned its head towards him and saw some PokeFood being stretched out towards him.

It squealed with glee and ran towards the hand, lapping up all the food.

Cyril continued feeding it for a bit, until he silently took out a PokeBall and beamed Nidoran inside.

Cyril smiled.

"You're mine now."

And headed on.