Brothers in Aura

Chapter 2; remembering

"So, where are we going now?" I asked Flare as we finished breaking camp.

"I was thinking we would go to the city and just sightsee for once." We both laughed because 'sightseeing' wasn't really something I could do, at least not in the normal way. It had only been a day or so since our 'epic battle', but it felt like Flare and I had been friends for years. In a lot of ways, my friendship with Flare wasn't that different from my relationship with Luke.

"Have I told you how I met Luario?" I asked flare as we started off.

"I don't think so." He said as I began my tale.

. Flashback

A young boy was walking along a dirt road that ran alongside a forest; the boy sharply turned his head towards the forest as a small blue creature ran into the brush.

"Hey, wait up!" the boy called to the creature as it used its' agility to leap over fallen logs and thorny bushes. The creature now revealed to be a small humanoid with crimson eyes, blue arms ending in black paws with small white bumps on the back. The creature also had two appendages hanging down from either side of its head as well as a blue torso. The boy broke into the clearing, pursued by a flock of red and black birds with orange beaks that were trying to scratch and peck the child. He fell, and as he struggled to flee, one of the birds, possibly the leader of the flock, dove at the boys' face and clawed at his eyes.

"Argh, Please, someone help!" the human cried as his eyes were torn apart by the small birds. The child-like creature jumped at the birds and thrust its palm forward, the birds screeched as they were blasted backwards by an invisible shockwave of energy. The flock flapped away squawking in indignation. The Pokémon grabbed the boys hand and ran from the forest.

"So he saved your life when he was only a Riolu?" Flare asked, wonder in his sunset yellow eyes.

"Yeah, but that's not all he did." I replied, continuing

The Riolu led the boy to the edge of the forest and onto the dirt road. The Emanation Pokémon felt a surge of emotions coming from the young boy he had saved. Fear, confusion, gratitude, and sadness were all bottled together within the boy. Riolu felt sorry for the young one, and decided to help him along on his journey. The duo walked until they came into a city, Riolu led the child into the Pokémon center so that he could be treated. Needless to say, the child, whose name was Mark, would never regain his vision, and as he was guided back to the waiting room Riolu knew just what he would do.

"So you never actually caught Lucario in a poke ball?" flare asked, dumbfounded.

"You don't really need a poke' ball to train a Pokémon; all you need is a strong bond and trust!" I said, grinning.

Mark and Riolu stood side by side on a mountain top that overlooked the city, there had been a few close calls on the way up, but now that they had arrived there wasn't much danger to be seen.

"What are we doing up here again?" Mark asked Riolu as the blue Pokémon began gathering berries. Mark suddenly felt a wave of calm wash over him as his new acquaintance handed him a berry. They ate in silence, after they had finished, Riolu stood and helped mark stand up. Then, the pair started training. For the next week, Riolu trained mark to rely on his instincts as well as his senses of smell, touch, hearing, and taste. When the week was at its end, mark would train Riolu in battles. They did this for a full two months when the day finally arrived. It was midafternoon; the sky was clear and the breeze gentle. Riolu had just defeated another wild Pokémon, when suddenly a bright light washed over the little Emanation Pokémon. After a few seconds, Riolu had gotten taller, as well as growing three spikes on its body, two on the backs of its hands and one on its chest, it also had two more appendages hanging from the sides of its head.

End of flashback

A laugh escaped Flare's lips as I ended my story.

"Wow! You're really good at storytelling mark!"

"Thanks Flare, I try." I said, and suddenly we were surrounded.

"Where did the welcoming committee come from?" I asked just before a blunt, hard object hit me in the temple and I fell into the blackness of unconsciousness. . .