Silent Storm || Aza

The past several weeks had been exhausting; falling down a mineshaft, breaking his leg, and traveling all the way to Thunderdale had not been his idea of a great time. It made him question if his reasoning was sound, or if the vengeful spirits compelled him way more than he had thought. Traversing through a dark, somber marshland didn't help matters at all. 

While the spirits were loudest in complete darkness, Aza could definitely hear their incessant whispering in the dim, murky light that swathed the barren, swampy wasteland. He could feel a headache coming on, and banging his head into one of the trees around here seemed all the more enticing of a thought. His pace quickened despite his limp, hoping that the town itself would be more well-lit. Judging by what Aza had heard of Murkhaven, it didn't sound like the most pleasant place to visit. 

Maybe it would help to appease the spirits, at least. However, he assumed that the only way to make them happy was to either break the seal or let them go on a murderous rampage. And he wasn't quite keen on either of those ideas. The seal can't be broken, anyway…right? 

Aza just nervously tried to push that thought out of his mind. Yeah, there was no way the seal could break. After all, it wasn't like the spirits could do anymore than annoy the hell out of him. Well, aside from manipulating his emotions, but that's why he kept all the lights on his home 24/7. 

Trekking through the muddy depths was really slowing Aza down, and he could feel his leg starting to hurt yet again. Perhaps he should have thought before walking this much after the broken bone had just healed. It wasn't going to be pleasant if he re-broke it. Of course, Aza had been too worried about asking for a ride here. If it was only going to get darker in Murkhaven, then he didn't want to be around somebody when the spirits got to be more than vengeful, blood-thirsty whispers. Right now, he could feel a hint of their rage at being locked up in the first place. 

Ah, what he would have given to get any other Nera. Perhaps even a Ditto would be better than this. Having 108 spirits angry at being locked away for their misdeeds was never healthy. Aza just swallowed nervously at how much they were hounding him to take a knife to someone's throat. Well, these were their usual demands, but it never got easier dealing with them. He would just go quietly to Murkhaven, and nothing bad would come out of this trip.

Aza could see the dim lights of the monochromatic houses in the distance. However, he couldn't help but notice that it was still significantly darker than he'd like. There was something very wrong about this region; the fog had done a number on it, and everything just looked dull and grim. Perhaps something bad would come out of this trip; for all it was worth, this region added to his dread. He would have more to worry about than just the whispering of the spirits, wouldn't he? 

I'm never going to catch a break.