Mage-Akida

A dangerous Flamethrower ripped through the air as the wild Tangela gave a horrified shriek before expelling some Stun Spore and taking off  quickly to avoid more of the battle with the ferocious Ninetails. Kita gave a slight smirk as she watched the poke’mon dart off before issuing a slight chuckle. The fire type really had the advantage on Route 44, which was located just outside of Mahogany Town. “Kita that was great! You’re really sweeping this route well.” Crystal said with a slight smile as she looked at the fox like poke’mon proudly. “Well the type advantage does help I suppose.” Kita comment

Kita cautiously looked around Route 36, her ears flicked back and forth listening intently to the area. Normally the beautiful Vulpix wasn’t quite so cautious with her step but for the others this route spelled danger. It was no ordinary danger however, but it was that of an enraged parent who had expected his daughter to wed Elliot, the man he had chosen for her. Her father Regis, the highest regarded Ninetails of this route, had to know by now that his daughter was missing. Kita feared not only for his reaction to her capture but of what he might do to Crystal and the others. She had decided to scout ahead before they made their way

Jill looked at the brightly colored envelope that had been taped to the door of her farm. The cool fall weather was gently nipping at her face as she carefully opened the envelope, she actually assumed this note was from Rock he had been hitting on her non-stop for since she moved to the valley. "You are invited to a fall music festival taking place at the Goddess Pond tonight at 6pm. Please come and join the fun!" Jill blinked her eyes. She hadn't been invited to a festival since moving here and had almost assumed that this little village didn't have them. Looking around her farm Jill frowned slightly, she hoped she could finish her chores i

Chapter 5 I found myself stealing a glance in Angel's direction as we worked together in the kitchen. As Winter had worn on I had began to notice a faint change in the girl. She looked like she was growing more and more tired as the days passed. Bags soon developed under her eyes, and while when she looked at me I could still see a hint of fear but mostly it was drowned out by the tiredness that swirled in her gaze. Today was no different as I watched quietly while she worked. She hadn't said much lately and would simply come in and work and then disappear for the rest of the night. No one was really sure just what she was doing but it seeme