I was born on a sunny day. My story will start on September 11, the fateful day when a girl named Amber found me on the streets. I was torn and bruised. I was special, my mother told me. She said houndours like me were born once every decade. I didn't know what she meant, but she said I would find out when I grow up. Being the youngest of the litter, I was often bullied by my brothers and sisters. So, one day, I ran away. I brought 5 berries with me, hoping they would support me until I found more. But my hopes failed me. I could not find food on my own, and was about to die from starvation, when Amber found me. She was a beat up trainer, with a gentle face. I am the Dooming Hound, this is my story. Yes, yes, this is a very short chapter, but they will get longer, I promise!