Taren woke and rose from the pallet of leaves that was serving as his bed for the time being. Though Hunter was no longer teaching him, he still felt obliged to develop his powers.
Though they were badly affected by his teacher's absence. His Aura Spheres went wide of their marks. Bone Rush dissolved before it could hit its target. The same was true with all of his abilities. Force Palm did not destroy things, as it normally did when he used it. Instead, the object just shook slightly.
Taren kicked the ground in frustration. He glared up at the hill, then closed his eyes. He couldn't concentrate, so he opened them again. It's no use. I can't use any of my powers when I'm like this.
Alone, you can't.
Taren whirled. Standing at the edge of the clearing was another Lucario. It looked older than he was, and its eyes carried wisdom, sadness, and longing.
Taren stepped forward cautiously. Who are you?
No one to concern yourself with. I am merely a friend of a friend.
Taren blinked. And what do you want?
Merely to speak to you.
What is it that you could speak to me about? There's nothing to say between us.
That you know of. But I have a great many things to teach you. Origins, skills that Hunter could not teach you.
You know him?
We were friends once. But that is in the past.
The strange Lucario walked over to a flat rock and sat down on it. He patted the part that wasn't taken. Sit down. We have a lot to talk about.
Taren sat. What is there to talk about?
A great many things, the stranger repeated.
But what things?
I have told you. Repeated questioning makes you sound idiotic.
Taren stood up. I'm not going to sit here and be insulted by you!
You're standing. So I still can.
Taren growled, low in his throat. If you're not going to tell me anything, then we have nothing else to say to each other.
He turned and went into his cave.
The other Lucario followed him. What if I told you that I hold the key to finding out who your parents are?
Taren stopped. He turned his head. Will you actually tell me things?
Yes.
Taren walked back out of the cave. He sat down on another rock. Alright. Shoot.
The other Lucario sat down and faced him. He smiled. Very well then. In the far north of Sinnoh, near Lake Acuity, a Lucario wandered. A blizzard was blowing, and through the wind, he could hear a voice in his mind, calling out for help…
You're not going to get the story in its entirety, so don't bug me about the gaps in the story. I'm not going to write a story detailing it, either. Sorry for the shortness. Posting two chapters to placate those of you that are curious. R and R, please!