Xenon slowly stepped out of the shadows, his Misdreavus following him. He had recently arrived in Anchore Town from Sinnoh, where he had lived in te Old Chateau. At an early age, he had ran away from home, finding the Old Chateau. There he befriended his Misdreavus. She had led him to a secret room, where he found an old spellbook. He then started learning the arcane arts. He had came to Bombur because he had heard of it's Magic type. He wanted to show it to other regions. Suddenly, the darkness of the night became unbearable. He sensed another person's presence, but refused to turn around. He pulled his black cloak tighter around him. "Fos" he whispered, only loud enough for him to hear. He pulled his hand out from his cloak, and watched as a greenish, dim light enveloped it. He started a brisk jog towards the lab, still feeling that uneasy presence. Xenon heard a muttered word. He couldn't make it out, but he suddenly felt a great warmth. The urge to turn around beat his willpower, and he saw a dim light for just a second, but it was there. His legs started burning. Then he realized his cloak was on fire! Beating the urge to scream, he whispered "Nero" at his cloak, putting out the fire with water mist. He ran towards the lab, making no sound all the way. He burst through the lab doors, breathing heavily. He clinched his hand in a fist, stopping the green light. He saw a movement, slight as it was. "I know you're there. I'm here for registration in the League of Bombur."
(And Mira, I want to show how rude Xenon can be, so can you have him cut Aaron off?)
(And Mira, I want to show how rude Xenon can be, so can you have him cut Aaron off?)
