As the Pikachu rested, she began to remember a story of her kind. Some time ago, a Pikachu found itself caught by an old man. He wasn't happy at first, but the pokemon soon accepted his fate. The Pikachu was then given to a young man with black hair and a rowdy sort of nature. At first, the Pikachu didn't like his new master; he shocked him more than once, and was at one point dragged around by a leash because he wouldn't accept getting put back in what they called a Pokeball-<br/><br/>'That's it!' Lului realized, ears perking up, "I'm IN one of those things!' She suddenly drooped, realizing what that meant. She was a smart Pikachu, most of her kin were, and she knew it wasn't the fault of the Trainer. It was her own curiosity that had gotten the better of her. She frantically tried to remember what happened to that other pikachu, whom no longer had a name other than the name of his species.<br/><br/>She remembered; a flock of Spearows attacked the two, leaving the Pikachu wounded. Much to the pokemon's surprise, the trainer did not run away, but instead blocked the blows of the bird pokemon with his own back, shielding the Pikachu from harm. Heartened by his newfound friend's act, the pikachu attacked the birds, effectively knocking out the leader, a massive Fearow. After that, the pikachu was on the brink of death, and the trainer fought tooth and nail to protect him as he rode to the nearest town to get him healed.<br/><br/>And the rest is history.