My first Pokémon fiction:P Based off a freaky ass dream I had followed by the plot bunnies that went with it. This melds into Diamond and Pearl, which belongs to Nintendo, The Pokémon Company, Game Freak, etc. I claim no rights to the characters in this story, except for my own original character.

WARNINGS: Pokémon experimentation, which results into a terrible accident, male Pokémon impregnation, the night sky, violence, cursing, slight horror, pain, Team Galactic being horrid, Pokémon-napping, one death, HP-Up, etc.

You get no summary, as it would expose too much: P

I now present to you…Child of Aura.

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'SISTER! NO!'

She went down, blood staining the yellow fur on her chest, her aura sensors still trying to find who shot at her. The blue-haired human female let out a triumphant yell and lowered her gun. The female Legendary hit the ground, writhing in agony as the poisoned bullet worked its deadly magic on her already weakened body. Her masked face reflected the pure face of horror, as it is always heart-tearing to see a sibling die. But not like this. The male Legendary’s heart felt like it was being smashed, ripped to pieces, glued back together, and then repeating the whole process over again. He rushed forward as fast as his long black legs would allow him, and he crouched by his younger sibling. He held her in his arms, careful not to add to her pain.

The female coughed horribly and blood spilled out of her mouth, which dripped to her elder brother’s blue-furred thighs. Her red eyes were quickly losing luster, a sign of death. The grass around them was stained crimson with her blood. She looked up into her brother’s eyes and said, 'I…I will not live. Ah…' She writhed for a few seconds more before saying again, 'I will not live. Brother…You must…find a good human…and a mate…You are one of the last…of the Lucarios…'

'Sister…'

'Say no more. I…I love you…'

The Legendary’s eyes closed, and her spirit left her body to travel to the afterlife.

“Get the tranquilizers! We must capture this Legendary for Cyrus!!”

The Lucario stood, his sister’s body at his feet. A quick stab to the chest was all it took from him to topple into darkness. He felt the Galactic’s hands take him up, and back to their headquarters.

…He remembered being carried down into a strange laboratory and being tied up with chains…

…He remembered being on a cold steel table, tied down with leather bounds, and was forced to remain silent as the scalpel closed in on him…

…He remembered a pink-haired woman approach him, a gun in one hand, a huge shot in the other…

…He remembered a huge explosion, the chains becoming loose on his arms and legs, and running out across the stone and into the forest…

…He remembered traveling day and night to find a safe place as Galactic’s horrid deeds and his wounds slowly took their toll…

Finally, after three days and nights of running, he collapsed at the banks of Lake Verity. The lake’s clean water provided hydration, which he desperately needed. Yet he took no drink. He was too weak. A lone Starly perched next to him and offered its help, but he refused. It flew off into a small nearby town. He waited for Death’s spirit to take him. And as Death opened its arms to take him, the Starly came back, except with two humans, a female and a male. The female shouted out, and they both ran forward.

He let them take him up and their arms and carry him back into a small house.

He had nothing else to lose.