the air was saturated with grief. it wafted out of the tower in waves, palpable to heather and her companion, the riolu that stood stoically at her side.

this place... she'd heard of it, of course. she'd even visited a few times, a few years back. but it wasn't really a mystery as to why the tower was the way it was. it was a pokemon graveyard; of course it was heavy with misery and spirits, bearing rumors that it was haunted. in reality, only a few stray spirits remained there. she'd heard stories of a malevolence many years back, but since then, the place had become quiet.

now she was here to see if she could calm the spirits that remained. it was a good test for natalia, too, since the young pokemon was still rather frightened of such things.

even as heather headed in, she felt a small blue paw gripping the leg of her pants. the poor little fighting-type was terrified, but trying not to show it in her usual headstrong manner. she could sense the aura of this place just as heather could, and being young, she had yet to learn that not all spirits were bad.

heather rubbed her thumb against the prayer beads wrapped around her wrist. she stood in the center of the graves, and closed her eyes, exhaling. onlookers stared, but she paid them no mind.

first, i need to feel what's here...