Sunlight flittered through the canopy of the World Tree, creating a mosaic of light and shadow onto the grass below. The place was still, quiet, save for the wind that shifted the boughs, and the mid-afternoon light was warm, soft, bringing life to everything it shone upon.
At the base of the great tree sat a boy sitting amongst the jutting roots, tiny when compared to the tree beside him, but just a little shy of five foot. Sat facing away from the mana crystal embedded into the column of the tree, he was indifferent to the cold glow it cast upon his back. No, his attention was elsewhere, fixed upon a scrap of fabric tied around a low hanging branch.
The fabric, tattered and dulled with time, was mostly orange and yellow in nature. To those who were unaware, it looked as if it were a sash, worn around the waist in place of a belt. However, to those who recognised it, it was anything but. It belonged on a crown of reddened curls, not wrapped around the branch of the World Tree.
But that was no longer possible.
The boy lowered his head and rose to his feet, letting out a heavy sigh as he did. He felt pensive, though this was not unusual for him, and his time at the World Tree did little to ease his worries.
Staring ahead into the distance for a few moments more, he shook his head and began his journey back home.
Nakano’s fingers lingered over the hem of his hood, resisting the urge to tug it further down; the seams would break if he continued his abuse. Choosing to gnaw at the inside of his cheek instead, Nakano’s hands fell to his sides and he shoved them into his pockets to prevent further fidgeting.Read more
I came home to my mother welcoming me home and surprised that I now had a Pokémon of my very own. She talked about it like it was a rite of passage or something —Though I suppose in some cases, it was, but still. Did she really need to sound so shocked? It was bordering on insulting.
Nakano frowned. The way Vincent and Julia spoke so casually about exploiting natural resources irked him. To take so much and then give so little in return? That went against everything he had ever learnt.
He held his tongue.
Neither of them took notice of his silence.
Chapter 25- Feiron
When the portal of darkness appeared at his feet, Vincent was not at all surprised. The portal was nothing new, and it had only been a matter of time before Julia completed her task. He remained where he was, with his back leaning against the wall of the catacombs and watched as the portal spat out a familiar head of blonde.
However, when she crawled out with a soaking wet Nakano in tow —well, that was something he hadn’t been expecting. He stood up at once.Read more