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***********Aria POV************
Once upon a time, there was a daddy Lucario, a mommy Lucario and a Riolu. And the Riolu is me.
People (especially creature named ‘humans’ and some other adults) in the world always have misconceptions on us children, always thinking that we’re weaklings. Even something they made, which they called a ‘Rotom Pokedex’, has a fondness on calling us ‘youngsters’. (I may not know what a Rotom is, but I don’t appreciate what it thinks about us!) In fact, humans actually have already summed up everything they see on how we use our aura power and say, “Despite having limitations to utilize aura to the fullest, the playfulness, liveliness and loyalty make Riolu one of the best puppies for Trainers”. Well, I used to be playful, but I soon had no choice because of how reality destroyed my dreams, and this meant I had to break though the barriers of the limitations that my fellow kind have in order to become a warrior and roar to the world, “I can do anything without the help from those so-called Trainers!” I mean, is it even necessary for us to be loyal to others when they are the ones who misunderstand us as cowards and only want us to bow for them by spreading the word “Riolu sucks at controlling aura and can only make ripples instead of waves”?? To tell the truth, I’ve learnt how to make spheres of aura without the assistance of humans, all by myself!
If you’re brave enough and dare to ask me, “Hey there little-Anubis, why you have to quit being a cutie then?” Then I'll definitely tell you to shut up with a punch due to referring rudely by the name of the fake god of death I-don't-care-who-he-is; my name is Aria and it's irreplaceable!- before revealing the actual reason: That’s because I have to chase for something more important than being ‘praised’ by those untrustworthy humans and adults---to grab the last glimpse of hope to protect my only member left in my family…
My mommy.
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When I was still being innocent, I once thought my life was gonna be happily-ever-after, just like the fate of the princesses and princes. Not only that I was born at a lovely place surrounded by lots of tall green trees and colourful flowers, but also I had a handsome and strong daddy who has the sharpest and coolest spikes I had ever seen, and a beautiful and gentle mommy who had the prettiest eyes, when I first arrived at this world. In fact, I can still remember how they smiled… their smiles were very warm that they had welcomed me into their hearts…
Then for the first two years, though I can’t recall much details, everyday was full of joy. A single vocabulary you called ‘adjective’ can’t describe how happy I was in those days. I learnt tons of amazing words and how to sing, played in the enormous backyard at my home at anytime I wanted, met lots of nice friends, mainly Auntie Neona the Lumineon and Bro Rockstar the Midday Lycanroc (except the bossy human girl Rebekkah who always said I was doing wrong with this and that and all kinds of trivial stuff), and could enjoy watching Daddy’s awesome performances in me and Mommy’s room on something flashing with light (which humans called ‘television’, duh!) as a way to see him frequently when he wasn’t living with us. Still, the most of all that kept my life fruitful was Mommy’s love, which was shown when she hugged me, defended me from baddies, kissed my cheeks, played with me and lots more that I can’t depict… and the most indelible moment was when Mommy tenderly tied a pink butterfly-shaped thing they named a "ribbon" on my first birthday, showering me with her and Daddy's boundless love fore me...
In fact, as time progressed, compare to all those "nice" adult friends who had soon succumbed to Rebekkah's tyranny and followed her stupid ridiculous rules, Mommy had been the nicest and the best in the universe, even having the courage to retort Rebekkah's dumb dictatorship. Unlike Rebekkah who loved restricting me from doing so-called mistakes, Mommy just permitted me to do anything carefreely, including playing with my aura spheres, dashing in the wide meadows and flowerbeds, as well as accepting my offer to invite her to play with me and the fishes in the nearby lakes and ponds. Once she was even the heroic one who courageously risked herself to rescue me from the deep waters instead of our "cowardly" teammates when I accidentally plummeted into a pond and struggled to float to the waters' surface!
What's more, I knew that probably since the day I was born, the older male Lucario who was living next door had been envying me with glaring red eyes, but I reminded myself to ignore his useless envying on my blessed life. His sourness towards me wouldn't have the power to change the truth that I had the most fantastic family in the whole world, just like every neighbor's praise when they passed by my home. And every time when Daddy visited me and Mommy, his happiness just added more awesomeness to my complete family picture.
But this kind of perfect life didn’t last for long. And yes, my fortune ended drastically the next year when I got my first taste of losing an adult I admired…
My daddy.
And this was when I realized I had to take up a huge responsibility, and to repay the love Mommy expressed to me through her delicately-made ribbon, I willingly carried it.