Dear Mother,

I'm writing this letter so that you won't worry for me. I'm going on a journey. I know you'll worry about my health, but I have packed my medications, and 3 extra inhalers. We both knew I was going to do this eventually. I need to find myself, which I can't do in New Bark Town. I'll be careful; really no need to worry about me, Mother.

Love,

Lyra

Looking back now, I realize that running away probably wasn't the best strategy. But when you're a newly turned 14-year old, hyped up on hormones, rational thought flies out the window faster than a hungry Spearow. How did I get myself into this mess? Well, let me go back a little to a fateful day in a place called New Bark Town…

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"Lyra!" called my mother,"It's time for breakfast!" I was frantically looking around for my cabbie hat which was a key accessory for my outfit. Scrambling under my bed, I found it underneath my box of old clothes. I really need to be more careful where I throw my stuff.

Shoving my hat on my head while avoiding smashing my pigtails, I sped-walked down the stairs. I ran into the kitchen and hurriedly sat down at the table. My mother's puff of black hair soon came into my field of vision. She set down a plate freshly scrambled eggs and a glass of fat-free MooMoo Milk. I said "Good morning, Mother."

She smiled and said in her worrying tone of voice "Good morning, Lyra. Please don't run down the stairs. You know how exerting yourself can trigger an attack." Oh Arceus, she was going to worry herself to death one day.

To appease her I said "Yes, Mother. I'll be more careful from now on." She smiled and went back to the kitchen to fix food for Sheri, her old Spearow. Of course I wasn't allowed to have a Pokémon, despite being fourteen. Mother made sure never to let any of her old Pokeballs be found.

Don't worry, I told myself. I would ask the Professor for one today. I was tired of my mother's constant fussing over my asthma, frail health, and debilitating fear of fire-types. It was last week when I had hatched this brilliant plan of mine. I finished my eggs and gulped down my milk.

I shouted "Bye Mother; I'm going to the lab!" I volunteer at Professor Elm's lab. It's so much fun to look at all the different types of Pokémon he's researching. They don't mind that I talk softly. We have a lot of fun, as long as I don't get overexerted and have an attack. You see I have really bad asthma, so according to my mother, I can't go on my journey because of my condition.

I walked in to find the lab in complete chaos. The Professor was talking to a policeman and saying something about stolen Pokémon. He spotted me and said" Lyra, thank goodness you're here. Someone tried to steal the starters!"

I hadn't been expecting that. "Where are they?" I couldn't see them anywhere. Had they been stolen?

"The thief somehow managed to release them, and captured Cyndaquil. But Totodile and Chikorita ran into the forest. The thief is after them next I bet!"

I said "What can I do to help Professor?"

"Can you look in the forest for them? You do so great with Pokémon, I'm sure you'll be able to find them. Just beware the thief."

"What did he look like, Professor?"

He seemed to ponder this a moment and described the thief 'a boy around sixteen with bright red hair and dark clothing' "Thanks, Professor. I'll go right now."

The Professor ominously warned "Be careful, Lyra. Here take their Pokeballs and just press the button in the middle to recapture them. I'll give you an extra in case something happens"

And with that, I ran out the door and into what I would later call the greatest adventure in my life.

So how was it? If you want to, please leave a review or some constructive criticism. I will update soon! Severe flames will be used to roast garlic toast. I don't own Pokémon. Have a lovely day!