~Fanfiction~
Pokémon does not belong to me.
Lyra is a Pokémon trainer. Her first pokémon was a Torchic, however, she didn't receive it from a professor like most other trainers - she found it in the woods while on a walk with her father, and the two instantly bonded.
Lyra remembered her father asking her if she wanted her Torchic (who had now had a pokéball thanks to her mother) to become a Blaziken. Her, being the naïve ten year old girl she was, refused, proclaiming Torchic was adorable the way she was. Her father had slapped her, and left her crying with Torchic in her arms.
Who were her parents? Simple; they were members of Team Shadow, a large group of evil Pokémon trainers who stole other trainers' pokémon. What they did to the pokémon made Lyra angry at them beyond belief, and guilty that she was related to some of them.
And that was why, at the age of thirteen, Lyra ran away from home. Lost, alone, and fed up of wandering aimlessly, after a few weeks of traveling and trying her best to stay away from civilisation, Lyra decided to stay the night at a Pokémon Centre and buy some supplies from the Pokémart in that town.