No one besides the unfamiliar. Everything and everyone else belongs to their rightful owners.

A light breeze blew through the trees cries of Pidgey were communicating with one another in the forest. I don't know how far I traveled, but I do know that it took me over two days to arrive here. I was free, free from that traitorous man, I was on my own. Now I was lost, but refused to give up. Refused to be captured by another human. I wanted to live and not be used as tool for winning.

I carried on walking through the dark forest, well, more like limped as my ankle was aching from a long tumble I took down a rocky hill. It almost scared me as the pain was growing. If I am not able to walk, how would I be able to survive? There was no way I was going to quit or give up. That is not how I am. I don't give up. Forcing myself to continue, I growled in pain as my ankle gave out, causing me to fall and land in kneeling position just as I heard two female voices of humans. I slowly stood up, wanting to not be seen, afraid of being captured, but honestly, I need help.

"A Lucario?" I heard a girl whisper.

As a Lucario, I could understand human language better than most Pokémon and I know my own name.

I tried to take a step, but fell forward.

It was getting worse.

How can I carry on like this? I won't be able to. Not like this.

"It's hurt," the blonde began to get closer to the me with Cubone by her side and her friend following. She had brown eyes, long blond hair, wore a long black coat with a crimson shirt and dark-blue jeans and had a Cubone at her side. By knowing humans, I guessed she was young, but not quite an adult. I did a quick scan of the other one, who had red hair and green eyes, dressed in jean shorts, dark-green shirt with a blue jacket and black converse shoes, and had a Flareon at her side.

I tried to act brave, even though my heart was slamming against my thin chest and the pain was striking through me. My narrow, crimson eyes were locked on them, mostly her, waiting for her move.

They both knelt down as the blond signaled her friend to do the same. "Do you have an Oran Berry?" She asked.

Her friend shook her head.

"Thought not," she sighed. Holding out a hand to the fearful me, she said gently, "I'm not going to hurt you."

I just glared at her.

I'm not falling for that again. I don't care how happy her Cubone looks, there is no way I'm letting her near me.

She slowly slipped her hand into her yellow pouch on her belt, trying to take something out.

I just growled, backing away, fearing that it was a Pokéball.

"I'm trying to help you," she said, pulling out the potion, hoping that I recognized it, which I did.

"What do you think happened to it?" Her friend asked with concern in her voice.

The blonde shook her head, not taking her eyes off the wounded creature before, but not wanting to make it feel that she was challenging me. "I don't know," she muttered. "It must've been separated from its trainer to end up here, but Lucarios are smarter than that."

She would say something like that. Of course she would. She's a human!

The Flareon laid down as if it was trying to relax me as the Cubone held out a paw, wanting me to trust him instead if I felt that I had to.

Knowing that there was no chance for me to go, I felt defeated. I looked back at the human, fearing that she wasn't going to try anything and slowly gave a dip of my head, backing down.

The human girl slowly crawled up to me, holding out a hand, but I refused to make physical connection as my eyes never left her, as I was forcing myself to trust her. She saw the bad right ankle that was swollen, spraying the potion on to my dark-grey fur. To my relief, it was starting to help, but hardly as there was more damage to it. Then she quietly gasped, noticing the large scar on the my left upper arm, slowly drawing a hand to it. "What did-?"

I defensivly barked at her, causing her to jerk back.

Cubone gripped his bone club in defense.

"What is it?" Her friend asked.

"He's been hurt. He has a scar," she explained. Returning her attention back to the ankle, she gently asked, "Can you stand?"

I forced myself to my feet, but staggered and whimpered in pain. I hated when I acted like this. There was so much weakness involved. It was so infuriating!

"We need to get it to a Center," she stated as she stood up, placing the potion back in her medicine pouch.

I knew exactly what that meant, and it meant that I was stuck with these two humans until I got better.