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Her name was Elyce. That was her 'name', if you could call it that. She knew it had no real meaning, but what she responded to. Not that she hated it, or disliked it in any way, it just held no sentiment. The name was simply a title, one to be redone and remade as soace and time mold themselves to the vast reality of being reset. When Elyce first woke up, she knew she was a 'new one', as they were called. Her first adventure. 'First?" she would ask the veterans in her early days. 'Why first?' The answers were always the variant of the same thing: sometimes, everything in your world will reset. Once things reset, everything is made fresh. New. Now, you would remember things of the past, but it would be in chance occurances like dreams. Elyce used to fear resetting, but as her exciting new adventure began, it escaped her thought. You see, Elyce was not very good. Not good at all. She would stumble and bumble around, with help from the mysterious friends she traded pokemon with but never really got to see. Everything was good, all up until the 'glitch'. The whole world, or at least Elyce's eyesight, blacked out for a couple of seconds, and when she came to, she saw lines of numbers and capital letters streaming and darting in and out through the buildings, soaking into the environment, lacing itself through the very fibers of her item bag, and surrounding her very pokemon. She watched as the strings of nonsense solidified into items, more than she could ever count, all in her bag. When she tried to grab one, she felt a twist of sickness, but also the overwhelming euphoria of being this free. She watched as her pokemon grew more powerful than she ever dreamed quicker than imaginable. She watched as she stashed more and more of the legends of the the pokemon world, and as her team grew better with every training regimen. She watched as her memories pf her beginning days grew fuzzier and fuzzier, soon turning into a conglomeration of missed phrases and time frames with no real context. She watched as her world was unplugged from the numbers and letters, left to deal with the gifts left and no more. She watched as everything started falling apart piece by piece. She simply watched. Soon, one night after going to bed, she slept. And slept. And slept, until after a year, she awoke. Nothing had changed, except her memories seemed worse, and she felt awful. Useless. Unneeded. She was sick. For the first time, she truly wanted the reset to happen. As this went into weeks, months, a year, she layed down in her bed, as her daily routine went, and felt everything slowly unravel. Some say the reset was bad, for they had lives with things going on. But this world, for all it's graneur, had been drained. And for the first time, she was truly happy.

Welcome, Lyra, to the world of pokemon!