With each passing second, the city within Riolu's line of sight grew closer. Just a little more, and he was sure to have a feast fit for a growing giant such as himself. He can picture it now: countless exotic delicacies gracing his tongue, and later his soon-to-be-growing belly with their presence. Riolu could barely hold in his excitement! Not even that brownish thing hurtling towards his face will-wait, WHAT?!
Oww, was all Riolu could think. In one blow, he was sent tumbling to the ground, dazed and unaware of what just happened. "Hurry, pin him down before he recovers!" By the time Riolu was able to fully process that command, it was already too late. One by one, his wrists and ankles began to stick to the ground, as if someone was holding them down. Looking around, Riolu quickly realized no one was grabbing hold of him; this was the work of a Psychic-type pokemon. But who in the world would have that kind of power, given the Fighting-type's size? It was then that he saw it: right by his head, there were 5 pokemon staring up at him. But they were no ordinary pokemon. No, these pokemon were from stories Riolu's mother told him when he was very young. These pokemon were the stuff of legends. These pokemon were practically gods. They were none other than the Swords of Justice, accompanied by Celebi, who, assuming the glowing blue eyes and outstretched hands were any indication, is the one responsible for holding him down like this. "Whoa......" the smallest Sword of Justice, Keldeo, remarked. "I've never seen a Riolu this big before! I had no idea they came in this size!"
"They don't," replied Cobalion, the group's leader. "This is far from natural, the size of this Riolu. This almost looks like......" Virizion, who is said to be the most graceful Sword of Justice, finished the sentence. ".....Black magic."
"Now hold on," bellowed Terrakion, who, in retrospect, was most likely the thing that hit Riolu just a moment ago. "Didn't we snuff out that practice centuries ago? We even had Heatran burn up all those books they used." Cobalion nodded slowly, lost in thought. "We did, we did............or did we?" Bemused looks surrounded him. Before long, he spoke again. "Riolu, I want you to tell us how you came to be this size. And be honest."
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