The first thing I knew the following morning was that I was freezing.

Then, I was aware of someone of someone shouting my name. They were calling it over and over. It invaded my peaceful sleep and I groaned, wishing I could shut it off, like an alarm clock. But it didn't stop and I had no choice but to wake up properly and pay attention I blearily blinked my eyes open, trying to clear away the sleep and came face to face with a very worried looking Jasmine and Nikki.

As soon as I opened my eyes, Nikki let out a sigh of relief . "Sienna!" she cried, throwing her arms around me.

"The hell…?" I murmured sleepily, in confusion. "What's going on?"

"We'd thought you'd run off again!" Nikki sounded on the verge of tears.

"Run off…?" I said dumbly as Nikki let me go. "No, I just…" I suddenly realised where I was. Half sitting, half lying on a bench in the middle of Pewter City with a still sleeping Meloi lying next to me, as the sun was slowly inching over the horizon, casting watery light across the stony city. "I just… fell asleep out here."

"Well, we can see that." Jasmine sighed, crossing her arms. "You almost gave us a heart attack when we woke up and you weren't here."

It was then I realised that both of the girls who stood in front of me were still in their pyjamas. Nikki in long white and blue checked pyjamas, and Jasmine in a tank top and pink shorts. Both had trainers hastily crammed on their feet and their hair was sticking up all over the place. As funny as the situation was, I still felt guilty. They had obviously woken up, found that I was missing and darted straight out to find me. "I'm really sorry guys…" I said, sitting up and stretching. I heard my joints give satisfying cracks as I did so. "I just went out for a walk cos I couldn't sleep."

Panicking, I suddenly remembered I had released my Pokemon that night too. I quickly darted my head around, looking for them. As I caught sight of each one, I recalled them, taking a headcount. Meloi, check. Kiba, check. Aurora, check. Cairo, check. Monty and Indigo, check, check. Letting out a relieved sigh, I focused my attention back to Nikki and Jasmine. I shot them a wary smile. "Shall we go back inside?"

"That would be lovely." Jasmine said icily. She was casting furious glances at anyone passing by who dared to look at her, standing in her pyjamas, looking like she'd been dragged through a hedge backwards. "I don't want to have stand out here looking like an idiot any longer."

Nikki nodded silently.

Th three of us made our way back. While Jasmine and Nikki hot-footed it back to the Centre, trampling everything in their path like a herd of Rapidash, I took a more leisurely pace. Pewter City looked so different in the daytime. The pearly and metallic greys looked almost pretty in the early morning sun… Pewter City hadn't changed at all in the two years. It had stayed solid and unchanging, just like the rocks and stones it represented. I found it so strange that some things changed at the drop of a hat, and others stayed strong even at the test of time…

When I eventually reached the Pokemon centre, I discovered it was only a little after seven in the morning. I found it strange Nikki and Jasmine had even been up at that time. What I found even weirder was a fully dressed Scott moving around the deserted Pokemon Centre lobby. Deciding that there really was no point in going back to bed, I walked up to Scott who was standing at the counter.

"Good morning, Scott!" I called cheerily as I approached.

He stopped, staring at me. "What are you doing up so early?"

"I could say the same for you," I grinned.

"Hmph." He muttered. "I'm swapping my team around."

"Oh right," I said, interest piqued, coming closer to him.

Indeed, he was working at the PC. A tiny CD drive popped out from the computer, a Pokeball shaped indent carved into the drive. He placed a Pokeball onto it, tapped a few buttons on the keypad and the drive disappeared back into the main body of the PC. The screen flashed for a few seconds, and then the drive ejected again, revealing a different Pokeball. He picked it up, inspected the Pokeball and replaced it on his belt. He repeated this process a few times until he had replaced four Pokeballs.

"Wow…" I said in awe when he was finally done. "You must have a lot of Pokemon."

"A fair few." He said evasively. "Probably more than you've got."

He intended that to be a dig at my expense, but I laughed it off. "Yeah, you probably do! I mean, you've been all around Hoenn and around Kanto? You must have loads of tough and rare Pokemon!"

Scott eyed me suspiciously, like he was trying to figure out if I had some ulterior motive for speaking to him. "Yes. I suppose so. But I haven't just got Hoenn and Kanto Pokemon. I even have some from Johto, Sinnoh and Unova too."

"Really?" I asked, genuinely interested. "How did you manage that?"

Scott sighed. I could tell he really wasn't interested in talking to me. A typical angsty fifteen year old, I reckoned. But then with a laugh I remembered that had been me two years ago, so I couldn't talk. "You'd be surprised how many people from the other regions want Pokemon from other places. It's not all that difficult to catch some really common Kanto or Hoenn Pokemon and get trades for them over the GPS."

I nodded approvingly. "Well, cool. I have to admit, I'm really looking forward to seeing what Pokemon you have!" I grinned nervously. While Scott had released his pokemon in my house the previous day, while we were all still celebrating my birthday, I hadn't paid much attention to what he actually owned. I was too excited to even notice. Which I consider strange when I realised how much I didn't even know about Scott…

As unbelievable as it sounds, I had never actually seen Scott battle since the first time I met him two years ago. After he left to take on the Hoenn circuit, we lost contact with him until he reappeared one day in his and Nikki's hometown of Fuchsia. He was angry and upset, and he never told anyone why. Nikki eventually got it out of him that he had attempted to take on the Hoenn Elite Four, but had failed at the first member. His pride had taken such a dent that he locked himself away in his room for weeks on end, refusing to see or speak to anyone. Even after he eventually emerged, he barely stuck around for a few days before throwing himself into beating the Kanto Gym Circuit. He managed it, of course, but for some reason, just days before he was due to challenge the Elite Four, he pulled out. He never gave a reason why, either. He just threw himself back into training. And three days ago, two days before my 17th birthday, was the first time I had seen him since he had left.

He was eyeing me darkly now. "I'm not gonna show you right now. I want breakfast first."

I laughed nervously. "I'm cool with that!"

He grunted, before stomping off in the direction of the dining room. As he left, I breathed out. Just standing around that boy made me nervous. He was always so tense and wound up. It was almost like he didn't want to be here. I wondered what on earth had made him come along if he didn't even seem remotely interested…

"Hey. Good morning!"

I almost jumped six feet in the air as a voice cut through my thoughts. I turned around to see Elliot. He too was fully dressed and looking like he was ready to set out, even at the early hour. "He…hey! Good morning!" I said, trying to mask my surprise.

Elliot grinned at me. "Sleep all right?"

"Umm…" I faltered, deciding it probably would be best to keep my little camp out in Pewter City to myself for the moment. I had already panicked Jasmine and Nikki. My life wouldn't be worth living if I panicked Elliot too. "Yeah. Yeah, I slept fine. You?"

"Pretty good," he nodded. "Not really happy to be up this early, but hey. It's a long way to Cerulean… we've got to get there by tonight if we want any chance of reaching Vermillion in time for the SS. Anne."

"Oh yeah…" a nasty thought struck me as I mentally planned out the route to Vermillion. "We've gotta go through Mt Moon, haven't we?" I said with a dejected sigh.

"Well… I don't know so much," Elliot said with a sigh. "I was wondering if we could maybe fly to Cerulean..."

"Yeah!" I cried eagerly. "Like last time! When we flew on Dragonite!" Man, this nostalgia fest was only intensifying as time went on.

"Well, not on Dragonite!" Elliot laughed. "He's with Lance at the moment. I was thinking Tropius can easily carry me and you, and possibly one of the girls. "

"But what about the other two?" I asked immediately.

Elliot thought about it. "Do they have any Pokemon that can fly?"

I pondered this, cycling mentally through Nikki and Jasmine's teams. While my Cairo could fly, he definitely wasn't big enough to carry anyone just yet. And so far as I knew, there weren't any other flying Pokemon among me or the girls. "I don't think Nikki and Jasmine do. I'm not altogether sure about Scott. We can always ask him."

"Well, if worst comes to worst I can just make two trips," Elliot said with a non-committal shrug. "It'll still be quicker than traipsing through Mt Moon."

"Mmm…" I echoed his thoughts as we walked in to breakfast.

We sat at the same table Scott was sitting at. He was scarfing down his breakfast like there was no tomorrow. I casually spread butter onto a piece of toast and then added a smear of strawberry jam. Elliot watched me, repulsed, as I ate.

"Butter and jam? Eww, how can you eat that?" he said with a shudder.

"I open my mouth and chew." I replied seriously, before taking another giant bite.

Elliot grunted, and then turned to Scott, engaging him in conversation about Flying Pokemon. As I crunched up my toast, I saw Jasmine and Nikki come across to join us. This time, they were fully dressed, primped to perfection and hopefully, in better moods. They sat opposite us, offered us a "good morning" and started scoffing cereal.

After eating our breakfast, we discovered that yes; Scott did indeed own a Flying Pokemon. It was a Pidgeot, only recently evolved from a Pidgeotto. We were a little concerned at the fact it had only evolved the previous week, but Scott assure us not to worry. He claimed it was definitely strong enough to support his weight and either Nikki or Jasmine's. After a bit of debate, it was decided that Nikki and Scott would fly together, whilst Elliot took charge of Jasmine and I on his Tropius. We were all quite enthusiastic about flying. It would cut the journey time in half, giving us enough time to grab lunch in Cerulean before heading down the familiar route to Vermillion.

As I packed my bag away getting ready to leave immediately, I found it strange that my journey, so far, had mirrored my previous one almost exactly. The route to Pewter City, travelling by air to Cerulean and then heading to Vermillion to catch a ferry. It was pretty weird, I had to admit…

I didn't have a lot of time to think about it though. Soon enough, I joined everyone outside the Pokemon Centre as soon as I had finished packing. Scott was standing idly next to what was probably the biggest Pidgeot I had ever seen in my life. I almost dropped with fright when I saw the sheer size of it. It stood taller than even Elliot! And it wasn't just tall, it was wide too. It looked… it looked like it was carrying a bit of weight around its chest and tummy area that shouldn't be there. It dwarfed Scott's already fairly small frame and as I cranked my neck upwards to look at it, it surveyed me suspiciously with black beady eyes. I swallowed nervously. I found myself glad I wasn't going to be riding on that thing.

Jasmine let out a low whistle as she caught sight of the giant Pidgeot. "That's one big Pidgeot. What the hell did you feed it?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary…" Scott said evasively.

"Really…?" Jasmine grimaced. "I'm not an expert on Pidgeot… but I know they're not meant to be that size."

"Does it matter!" Scott snapped.

"Uh… well… no… I guess not." Jasmine said with a careless shrug. "I was just thinking you might wanna put that thing on a diet. It's a bit fat…"

Annoyance flashed over Scott's face. "Shut up!" He yelled. "My Pidgeot is not fat!"

"I'm surprised he can get off the ground…" Jasmine said darkly.

"Shut up! He was a big Pidgeotto so now he's a big Pidgeot!"

"Pfft. Whatever you say." Jasmine said with an airy sigh.

Scott growled before comically trying to straddle the giant Pidgeot's girth, shimmying upwards until he was seated on its back, clinging onto tufts of feathers in an attempt to stay upright. The Pidgeot looked almost bored and yawned lazily as its trainer got himself comfortable. Nikki then reluctantly climbed up next to her brother. As soon as she got seated, a look of abject fear spread over her face. The Pidgeot just stood there stoically throughout the whole process.

Elliot, shaking his head slightly, released his Tropius and then clambered on top of it. I followed suit, wrapping my arms firmly around Elliot's waist. Jasmine then seated herself gingerly at the end of Tropius, only just managing to fit on the Pokemon. She curled her arms so tight around me I thought she was going to squeeze the life out of me.

"Shall I lead the way?" Elliot shouted across to Scott.

"You probably better had!" Jasmine laughed. "That Pidgeot of his is so fat it might not even be able to fly!"

"You shut your mouth!" Scott bellowed, a fierce, uncharacteristic blush reddening his face.

"Easy, Jasmine…" I said wearily. "Just drop it."

I let out a sigh at this point. Jasmine had always been a little too firmly fixated on looks and appearances for my liking, but hey, that was just part of her so I grew to (kind of) accept it. I viewed it as she loved looking her best and somehow always knew how to help others look their best. I had lost count of how many times she had patiently taught me how to apply makeup or fix hair or choose clothes more suited for my figure. However, every now and again a meaner streak surfaced in her. She wasn't shy when it came to pointing out a wayward spot, or telling me flat out that what I was wearing didn't suit me or if I had seemed to put on a little weight. I guess I had always wondered why she seemed a little judgemental towards people who weren't as skinny or as good-looking as others, but now, learning that she had come from a rich family, I kind of understood. When you were well-off, you could afford the best so you had to look your best. And perhaps her fixation with looks was just one of the little personality flaws we all have… I know for a fact being so obsessed with looking good isn't right, but what could I do? That's the way she is. She's my friend and she's important to me, so I gotta take her for what she is, flaws and all.

I looked across at Scott whose face was now twisting with rage in the face of Jasmine's insults towards his overweight Pidgeot. "I'll show you how good my Pidgeot is!" He cried out, kicking his Pidgeot, quite literally, into action.

The Pidgeot thrust its giant wings into the air, let out an almighty shriek and somehow launched itself straight into the air. I let out a frightened shout as soon as the huge Pidgeot became airborne. Seconds later, it soared past up, kicking up a furious gush of wind that almost knocked me, Elliot and Jasmine straight off of Tropius's back.

I whipped my head upwards and saw Pidgeot rapidly become a disappearing brown and white speck, heading towards the ominous figure of Mt Moon. As the dust settled around us, we were all, to say the least, a little surprised.

"Wow…" I let out a long breath in awe.

"Maybe I won't make fun of his fat Pidgeot anymore…" I heard Jasmine say.

"Stop calling it fat!"

"Well, it is fat!"

"Shush, you two!" Elliot cried. "We better catch up to them! Let's go, Tropius!"

And within a few seconds, we were airborne too.

I loved the feeling of flying now. The first time I had flown on top of Elliot's brother's Dragonite, I had been terrified. It had been amazing, but terrifying. But now… now I wasn't even bothered. In fact, I loved soaring through the air without a care in the world, seeing the landscape spread below me like a tiny children's playset. Houses looked no bigger than a few brown splodges, the colours interlocked in vibrant slabs and splashes, the clouds drifted lazily alongside us, the wind blew in my face, whipping my hair back and surges of excitement coursed through my veins. Keeping myself centred, I threw out my arms to catch the winds, letting out a cry of excitement. I could hear Elliot laughing to himself in front of me, and Jasmine's frenzied cries to be careful behind me.

We soared above Mt Moon, clearing it in one exhilarating swoop. Just in front of us, we could see Nikki and Scott riding on Pidgeot.

"Oh yeah! I forgot!" I suddenly heard Jasmine shout above the noise of the wind.

"What?" I called back.

"Nikki! Is she not scared of heights?"

I swore. "God, so she is! I hope she's all right!"

"Yeah! Me too!"

"Hang on girls; we're going to touch down in a minute." Elliot cried.

We just had time to tighten our grips before Elliot's Tropius dove into a perilous descent. We were going so fast everything was just like a blur! I loved it! We were slowly catching up on Scott's Pidgeot and Jasmine and I whooped and cheered the closer we got to the ground. Cerulean City was getting closer and closer and we aimed to come down around the outskirts, instead of landing smack right in the middle.

We touched down just a few minutes after Scott, Nikki and Pidgeot. Nikki looked white as a sheet and was panting heavily, but she assured us she was okay. I wasn't really convinced. She was trembling and shaking and I felt horribly guilty for subjecting her to her worst fear. Once we managed to get her calm and composed, we all realised we were starving and quite tired. We decided to take a quick rest and grab a bite to eat before heading out to Vermillion.

We stopped at a sandwich bar close to the Pokemon Mart and picked up a selection of sandwiches, juice, pokemon food and various other goodies. We chose to head up to Cerulean Cape, a popular spot for picnicking trainers and eat there, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. I personally wanted to go and visit Misty, as I hadn't seen her in a long time, but we found out that she was up to her ears with trainers attempting to win their badges for the upcoming Kanto League in six months.

We found a spot, sneaking in between other trainers and Pokemon so we wouldn't be noticed and challenged. Upon claiming our spot, we all sat down, distributing the sandwiches amongst their rightful owners. While Elliot, Jasmine, Nikki and myself all released our Pokemon to feed them, Scott kept his firmly in their Pokeballs. I was starting to wonder why that boy was so secretive about his Pokemon team…

A thought occurred to me as I considered why I couldn't go and visit Misty. The Kanto League was beginning in six months and she was busy with challengers. But so far as I could remember, opportunities for getting badges for this year's league had already been open for two months. Meaning that the circuit had been open for eight months. That meant that the League wouldn't take place until sometime in October, and not around May or June like it normally did.

"The Kanto League is starting awfully late this year…" I mused, nibbling my way through my sandwich.

"They changed it after the year I competed in it." Elliot told me, sipping juice absentmindedly. "They increased the amount of time trainers have to gather all the badges."

"Why?" I questioned.

Elliot shrugged. "I don't know exactly…. I asked Lance about it; he seems to think the League officials are trying to encourage more trainers to take part…"

"Why?"

"Publicity." Scott said dryly.

"He's right." Elliot said, shaking his head. "The League's become so commercialized lately. I heard they've even started offering huge cash prizes for those who beat even one member of the Elite Four. I think they're trying to compete with all the other Leagues. You know the ones in Hoenn, Johto, Sinnoh and Unova? Apparently a lot of trainers from Kanto are choosing to go overseas to take on Leagues, but there aren't many coming here for League battles."

I frowned. "Why would they go overseas to take on a League? Why bother? Why not just stay here and compete in their home League?"

"Lance seems to think that it's because no-one's won against the champion in years." Elliot explained, taking another bite from his sandwich. "The new trainers end up thinking that the Kanto League here is unbeatable so they stick around long enough to get a starter then go overseas to try and beat other Leagues. Trainers today don't seem to want a challenge anymore. All they want is fame, glory and power."

"Fame, glory and power, huh?" I repeated listlessly, staring down at my sandwich. The words had resonated with me. That's what I had accused my father of being obsessed with last time I had seen him.

I was about to say something else, but a voice cut through my thoughts. "Hey, you over there!"

Every single one of us turned around to come face-to-face with a pair of trainers, both quite young, I would guess around eleven, one boy and one girl. Both were wearing shorts and loose t-shirts and had their exposed legs streaked with mud and riddled with cuts and bruises. The fit the stereotypical look of "rookie trainer" to an absolute T, coupled with the fact they each had determined looks on their faces and were clinging onto Pokeballs like their lives depended on it. We all blankly looked at each other, wondering which of us they were addressing.

"You!" the female trainer was pointing at Scott. "Do you want a battle?"

"What's the matter, the rest of us not good enough for you…?" Jasmine muttered to herself, but thankfully neither of the young trainers heard her.

"Against you?" Scott wrinkled in his nose in disgust as he looked the trainers up and down. "No thank you." He said primly, before turning his back to them.

"Why not?" the male trainer demanded.

"You're rookies." Scott said matter-of-factly, swallowing the last of his sandwich.

"We are not!" the girl squealed.

"You are." Scott said as if it wasn't up for discussion. "Let me guess… you're looking for trainers you think you can win against to train up your Pokemon before you battle Misty, right?"

Angered looks spread across both trainers' faces. Scott was obviously spot on.

"So what if we are? You scared of losing? Huh? You big chicken? Bok bok bok!" the boy cackled, flapping his arms up and down in his best impression of a chicken.

I found myself biting back a laugh. Jasmine looked decidedly bored and was lying on her back, staring up into the sky, as if nothing was happening. Elliot absent-mindedly played with a minimized Pokeball. Even Nikki wasn't giving this matter her full attention; she was tickling her Magby, making it giggle hysterically.

Scott stood up, fixing his eyes firmly on the boy and girl in front of him. "I'm way out of your league. Everyone here," he waved his arms to indicate me, Elliot, Jasmine and Nikki. "… is out of your league, got it?"

The boy didn't answer. Instead he made more chicken noises, this time twice as loud.

Scott let out a long sigh. "If I battle you, will you go away?"

"Yeah! Away with half your money!" the boy taunted.

"We'll see about that…" Scott said darkly, delving to his belt for his Pokeballs.

As he picked a Pokeball from his belt, I stood up. A strange instinct had taken hold of me and mad me shout across to him.

"Wait, Scott!"

Scott turned around and looked at me in shock as I came to join him. I flashed him a grin. "Let me join in."

"What?" Scott said indignantly. "You think I can't handle this?"

"Not at all," I said with a grin. "I just want to join in."

"What?" he sounded shocked.

I shrugged. "Yeah, I wanna join in."

"We didn't ask you!" the boy cut in.

"And I wasn't speaking to you." I said as coldly as I could muster, and then turned back to Scott. "I haven't battled in a while. 'Sides, without me it'd be two against one! They'd be breaking the rules." I added with a jerk of my head in the trainers' direction.

The two trainers let out an angry "hmph!", obviously caught out. Scott looked back from me to the rookie trainers a few times, clearly mulling over his choices. Eventually he let out a quick, intense sigh. "Fine!" he growled.

"Yes!" I cried happily, punching the air.

"Yeah, yeah, just hurry up and pick a Pokemon…"

"Will do!"

I turned back to my six Pokemon, who had all stopped what they were doing immediately after they had heard news of a battle. Meloi walked up to me hopefully, her eyes shining and sparks flying from her body. She was clearly ready for a battle, but I figure relying on Meloi would be too easy. I patted her on the head softly.

"Amph? Amph?"

I smiled down at her. "Sorry girl. Not this time."

She deflated and trudged back to my team dejectedly. I ran my eyes over the remainder of my Spirited Six before finally setting on someone.

"Come on, Cairo!" I cheered.

My Vibrava looked more than a little surprised at the fact he had been picked, but he buzzed up to my side happily enough. I then turned back to Scott. "We're ready when you are."

He still looked less than pleased to have to battle alongside me, but he swiftly nodded his head and pulled out a Pokeball. The rookie trainers in front of us exchanged worried looks, they had suddenly realised that what they were doing was a bad idea. However, they weren't backing down. Their hands touched on Pokeballs too, and they pulled them from their belts, readying themselves.

A surge of excitement coursed through me! This was my first battle in so long! And against rookies or not, I couldn't wait to get started on what was no doubt going to be a big challenge. I was a strange mix of excitement, anticipation and nervousness. I hadn't battled for one and a half years… and that sounded insane when I thought about it. I mean, I had been pretty good at it back in the day, but that felt like such a long time ago. I couldn't help but worry if my Pokemon were still strong enough to battle, if they could remember how to battle properly… Did they even have that killer instinct to battle anymore? I didn't know…

I looked nervously across at Cairo, who was focusing on the two trainers in front of us. I didn't know how things were going to turn out. I didn't know if my Pokemon could still battle well like they used to. Hell, I didn't even know if I could deal with it.

There was only one way that I would know. I had to throw myself into this battle and regain the strength I had had all those months ago.

Author's Note

Spirited reached 30,000 views. :O

Been ill the past couple days, but dealt with it by reading ArchXDeath's "Lost Smiles" and "Lost Names", Padfoot Arcanine's "Spotlight" and RememberYourMortality's "Johto and Kanto Travels" and Aeroga's "Identity Crisis." Read these fics. Seriously.

Sniper Mudkip: Sienna will get Walrein and Flygon eventually and I have Nikki and Jasmine scheduled to get line up changes.

Imabeemee: Aww thank you for your first review :) No, I know how you feel. I treat Sienna, like you said, like a daughter or a niece so I feel proud watching her grow! Thank you!

May and Dawn are the best: Ahhh what girl doesn't love a bit of romance? And thanks for the DeviantART watch!

Manser77: Sorry, typo! Vibrava = Cairo. :)

Something dictionary related: Christian will have a small part to play... small part. :) I'll give you a hint: he convinces Sienna, Elliot, Scott and the girls to compete in the Pokeathalon. Spoiler for a filler chapter!

TwewyReaperGirl: INTERNET COOKIES! *noms*

Padfoot Arcanine: Aww thank you very much for your lovely review!

Splashstorm: Aww, I missed you! :) Thank you for the drawing compliments! I'm working on some more to upload soon once the fic gets going. Yeah, I agree. There is a big difference between Free Spirits and Spirited, huh?

Before I sign off, I'd like to address a recent Spirited reviewer.

First off, I don't believe the storyline of Spirited is "overused" as such. I attempted to take a cliche plot, that you know is cliche (prophecy, attempting to take over the world, legendaries and saving the world) and attempt to put my own spin on it. It's cliche to a point that even the MAIN CHARACTER knows it's cliche. Plots aren't my strong point anyway, and I know that, so I'm not bothered. I also gave Sienna a Pokemon with issues (another so-called "over-used" cliche) because I didn't want my Pokemon to be one-dimensional as I've seen with many OC fics. I'm also quite insulted at the thought that I put too much time into the plot and not enough into developing the Pokemon. I believe my Pokemon are (mostly) quite well developed, perhaps not in the cases of Indigo and Cairo because they appeared late in the game, but I believe I did at least a semi-decent job on it. I also don't believe Elliot is a Sue either. I'm sorry you took a negative view on the fic, and I also apologise for stating my beliefs in such a manner but I can't ignore what I deem to be a unfair review. I'm going to continue writing Free Spirits, regardless of whether or not you feel it is "unneeded". So, I apologise for my bitchy rant and for ending the chapter in a negative tone.

OceanSpiral out!