The aura pokémon stared petrified as he looked into the eyes of a Kanghaskhan he had just met. He took the awkward silence as the pokémon being afraid of him, like all the others were. No one understood him, and he didn't understand why. They had all come and gone. He was alone. Would this be the end?

"D-d-don't hurt m-me please!" the scared Riolu stammered, "I don't want to die." He spoke these last words as he stared at the wounds on his legs, arms, and chest. They had all come too soon. He bowed his head in shame and fear.

"I don't want to hurt you." She replied.

"L-LIES!" Riolu yelled, "THEY TRIED TO HARM ME, I'M NOT STUPID! AND IF THEY DIDN'T DO THAT, THEY WANTED TO CAPTURE ME AND USE ME FOR THEIR OWN SELFISH PURPOSES BECAUSE ALL I WAS To THEM WAS A TOOL OF WAR, OR A MINDLESS KILLNG MACHINE, OR THEIR OWN PERSONAL SOLDIER! BUT ABOVE ALL THEY ABANDONED ME!" At this he took a breath and collapsed to his knees, fighting to keep consciousness.

The Kanghaskhan pause for a moment, and then asked kindly, "Who is they?"

Riolu now praying for his life, replied in one word, "Everyone." Then his condition was too bleak to remain awake. He fell to his side, and shut his eyes.

Three Days later

Riolu woke up in a strange place. He was lying on a bed made out of large grass fibers (Several feet long) with various crushed berries all around him. Berry juices and seeds he had not seen before also littered his area. He was in a large, teepee-like structure.

"Thank Arceus you're ok!" exclaimed a voice behind him. He turned to see a certain Kanghaskhan watching him.

"Why didn't you leave me to die?" Riolu asked.

"Because I don't want you, or any other good pokémon to be harmed" said Kanghaskhan proudly.

"Congratulations"

"What?" asked Kanghaskhan, startled.

"I said congratulations." Replied Riolu.

"Why are you congratulating me?"

"Because you were the first one to successfully capture me." Riolu said.

Kanghaskhan ignored the wise-guy remark and continued what she was saying, "I don't want to hurt, capture, bully, harass, or do anything else bad to another pokémon."

"Likely story." Riolu replied sarcastically, "Everyone I have ever met in my three months of life-"

"YOU ARE ONLY THREE MONTHS OLD AND PEOPLE HAVE HARMED THIS BADLY!?" Yelled Kanghaskhan in disbelief. There was no chance a Riolu that was three months old could have sustained that torture that his wounds indicated and lived.

"Hello? Are you even listening?" Riolu's comment brought her back to reality.

"What did I miss?" She asked.

Riolu frowned, but decided to tell her anyways, "I told you yes, I am three months old."

"How…there is no way that anyone your age could have taken the awful beatings you did and survive! No recorded case ever states that a pokémon your age ever took such a bad beating. I guess they are really scared of you."

The last comment was enough to spark Riolu's attention.

"What do you mean they are scared of me?" He asked.

"You don't know? Your kind are new and different pokémon with odd new abilities that no one has ever seen before! You are so different they are scared of you. The people around here are all afraid of the unknown, except explorers."

"What are you talking about 'new' Riolu and Lucario have been around for centuries."

Kanghaskhan was shocked at Riolu's remark. No one of their species had ever been seen until two weeks ago.

"Riolu can you tell me your story" Asked Kanghaskhan.

At first he was caught off guard but then he thought well, she hasn't attempted to harm me yet, in fact she healed me. I guess I can trust her.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything".

"Ok then, let's begin." Stated Riolu.