Explore the Best Cardsoldier Art | DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Literature

The Stormy Pass

You grumble as you feel the wind pick up in speed, whistling through the trees and over the stones of the muddy mountain pass. The wind blows raindrops into your face, sharply peppering anything not partially protected by your hooded sweater, leaving a stinging sensation. It was dark out now, and wet. You don’t want to try and wait out neither the storm, nor the night at this point. There’s a Pokémon center just on the other side of the pass, you know, and you’ll be there within the hour if you keep walking, and are careful to not slip in the mud and hurt yourself. Your braixen pads along beside you, not liki