[center][color=mediumseagreen][h2]Luigi Lama[/h2]
Feyhollow Town[/color][/center]

Eventually Lui recovered from his trauma enough to gather his things (and his wits) in a messy heap in his arms. He'd have to buy a new bag. At least his violin had been untouched. Lui looked down hesitantly at the pokeball still on the ground.

It seemed innocent enough – candy apple red and snowy white, with little teeth marks and scratches circling around it. It was still. It was quiet. It held a monstrous fiend, locked away from the world.

Lui was still really sad about his macarons.

Working up the nerve, Lui picked up the pokeball and placed it atop his pile of belongings. He really needed to get out of this forest. It was no longer charming and mystical in the dark – it was frightful and malevolent, hiding terrifying creatures ready to attack. Lui tripped his way past trees and in circles, hoping to find some hint of civilation.

Amazingly, after another hour of wandering, he did. 

The night lights of Feyhollow Town misted through the trees, like a lighthouse in a storm. Lui gave a half-sob of relief and rushed towards them, the dangerous pokeball he was carrying all but forgotten.