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CHAPTER (1)-----------
65 years ago, in a small village called Sahria, there lived a
Pokémon researcher. Everyone in the village hated him, because
no one ever knew what he was up to in his laboratory. Rumours
passed around that he was genetically creating new Pokémon,
and mixing species together. Some thought him a madman, and
some just hated him, period. But a couple of people, from the
village's population of about 1200 felt no hatred towards this
strange and intreging person. On the contrary, they wanted to be
his friend and learn more about him. One such villager was named
Tom, Tom Ketchum. He was a yound lad of 14 years, and he had gotten his Pokémon
liscence a few years ago. He was very proud of his Pokémon, he
had caught 18. His most prized was his Pikachu, which he named
Chupika. Chupika was very smart and keen; he followed Tom around
everywhere. But unlike most trainers, Tom really did love his
Pokémon dearly. He once nearly got himself killed saving Chupika
from a wild Tauros. Tom would spend days at the nearby lake,
thinking, pondering. What could that strange old man be doing
in his lab? He just had to know.
The man was called Joseph, but no one really cared. They just
called him by 'old man' or other things of the sort. One day,
in early spring, a group of evil Pokémon trainers, known as
Team Rocket came by in search of a mystical Pokémon, Moltres.
They had heard rumours of a Moltres sighting nearby in the
villaged of Sahria. They heard strange sounds coming from inside
the laboratory, so they moved in to investigate.
They came in, and destroying the poor old man's research, and
all his projects. Everything was totalled. They got away with
some Pokéballs, other valuable items, as well as a few rare Pokémon.
The man was terrified, and discouraged too.

CHAPTER (2)-----------
Tom Ketchum had walked up to the door of the old man's hut. He was
curious. He had heard sounds too, and came to see what happened.
"Hey! Open up! I won't hurt you!" He yelled.
The door was broken down, so he entered. Everything was a mess.
Around the trashed room, were papers, broken beakers and test tubes,
as well as dozens of destroyed and ripped up books.
"H-Hello? I-is anyone home? Hello?" he asked nervously.
He was a tad scared. The setting added to the effect.
He walked around the room, investigating. He came upon a folder,
which had remained intact. Inside, he found a journal. He read
it aloud to himself:
"Tuesday, March 22nd. I've just finished researching this strange
new creature i've found in the forrest. I've never seen anything
like it. It appears to be a grass-type Pokémon. It looks like a
large chubby frog, but i wouldn't call it that. I haven't decided
on a name yet, maybe i'll think of one tommorow, when i go to
Cerulean City for my yearly expedition."
He put the folder and all it's contents in his backpack. A frog like
Pokémon. He had to know more. His curiosity had got the best of him.
He told his parents he'd be going to sleep over at a friend's house
and set out to Cerulean City.
He had travelled for many days. It's a long trip on foot. He
didn't have any transportation. His old bike was in poor shape and
the tires were deflatted. Suddenly he heard a sound in the bushes.
"Don't worry Andrew, we'll find it." said a female voice
"We've been searching for 2 weeks, and we still haven't found
it

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