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    *slams a sledgehammer into Sike's face* NO EVOLUTION?? *falls down* I was SO sure he'd evolve and WIN. o_O

    But, I'm so happy you've returned. ^^ Fwee. As usual, your writing is amazingly fluid and beautiful-- I got absorbed into it almost immediately, like a good novel. I think you could eaisly become a published author with that skill. *bows*

    I love how you so carefully describe all the Ice-type attacks, the Pokeblocks, and Sei Salma's mannerisms of speaking. Detail is your talent.

    I also quite liked how you described the TM discs; I always wondered how the heck a Pokemon learned it from a disc....what, slide it into their foreheads? Smack them with it? Make them lick it? o.o;; The TMs in the RBY manga era made more sense--they were metal cubes resembling lighters. You flicked them open, and a bunch of sparkles floated into the Pokemon's forehead. But this works equally well. XD

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    Scrap: Nope, no evolution. Sorry.     Spoiler:


    Oh God, the whole concept of TMs baffled the frell out of me initially. XD; I kind of wish the whole "sparkly lighter" version had come to my mind, though; that's kind of nifty. That, or else one of the other alternative methods of TM activation which you suggested (Morgan: <Now all you have to do is lick this disc, and you'll learn a brand new technique.> Solonn: o_0;;; ). XD

    Glad you liked Sei, too. ^^ I was very intent on making her personality just as it was. And the image of an Alakazam just sitting there, reading a magazine... I just loved the way that looked. Even better if it was some kind of tabloid rag she was reading there. x3
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    YES!!!!1111!!onesevenseven. I can just see an Alakazam reading trash like The National Enquirer. XD

    Sei rather reminds me of my father, come to think of it. o.o;;; He sits in his armchair puffing his pipe and reading the tabloids on Prince Harry and doesn't really notice OR mind much when I take the car out with all my friends. I don't think he'd bat an eye if I brought a bunch of strippers to the house. o.o;;:P It's remarkable how you manage to make their personalities so familiar.

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    MMM.... Discs....

    I was sure he was going to learn Sheer Cold from that TM, but Blizzard is probably more beautiful, not to mention cool. Twas an exciting chapter; the way you described Solonn's peformance was suspenceful, with each stage developing differently. Probably best he didn't evolve though; Glalie look wicked, but I wouldn't call them beautiful

    *is punctual*

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    Elemental Charizam: Oh, pshaw. Glalie are plenty beautiful!

    Meh, sheer cold's a bit much for him to know this early in the story, I reckoned, especially while he's still a snorunt. In fact, snorunt cannot even learn sheer cold in the games.
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    *applauds*

    LOV-ER-LY. Me likes, me likes!

    One point I found especially pleasing was the part about the Alakazams not being trusted in the pokemon world. But it would make sense though. My view on Psychic pokemon is that they are mysterious, and not many know much about them. And in this world: The unknown = the untrustworthy.

    Anyway. I also liked the part with the contest! That was awesome! The whole routine of Powder Snow and Blizzard. Very original!

    Brownie points for the TM's. God, I would have had no idea what to write there. Good job!

    All in all, fabulous. (Is that spelt right? O_o) Keep it up Sike! ^_^

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    P.S. Heh, my view of Sheer Cold is a huge wall of ice falling from the sky and crushing the target. O_o *TWISTED*
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    Typhlogirl: Yeah, I've thought a lot about how pokémon like alakazam would be regarded by other pokémon.

    I've always just seen sheer cold as this super-concentrated "snap" of ice-type energy, one that's actually invisible, although it does make its presence known through a VERY loud noise. The user's eyes will flash upon using the technique; this is the only visible aspect of sheer cold (aside from the target dropping like a stone if it hits successfully, that is X3). Sheer cold was actually used by Sanaika back in Chapter 2.

    I must say, though, the ice-wall version of sheer cold sounds rather deadlier... o_o Ouch. That would hurt like hell...
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    That has rated a TEN on my Maxie scale, that is a rarity.

    Yes, I do adore that thought of Alakazam being...*eyes go left to right*...untrustworty,but I always thought of them being all strutty and stuff,'cept Mr.Mime who is just obsest with house cleaning.

    Yes, it was indeed a sight to behold..ah, I love it.

    Please, PM when chapter five is up, and keep it Maxie-licious!

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    he did mind Oth’s presence as he spoke with the Human.
    didn't, not did.

    A mistake, and that's all it was...
    It wasn't that big of a thing, but I'm just doing my duty is suppose. Now, I should stop stalling, because this review is in no way worthy.
    I loved the idea of contests though, as well as him screwing up, because no one should be perfect on their first try. Oh, and after reading all the posts about the Alakazam, I could just imagine him sitting in front of a TV watching some crap like Survivor or one of the Apprentice shows. That right there would be true comedy too...
    As for all of the contests being in Lilycove, I'm guessing you've never played Emerald? In that version, all the contests are replaced by Battle Tents so all the levels have to happen at Lilycove. You're not even being original having them there ^_^.
    All aside, this story is different, and therefore good. It's also well written and thank you for telling me that the new chapter was out.
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    That afternoon, Solonn’s contest training began in earnest. It was initiated in a way which Solonn found to be quite odd: Morgan offered him a small, indigo-colored cube and told him to eat it, saying that it would help him to do well in the contests.

    Solonn looked at Morgan as if she was crazy. “How is this thing supposed to make any difference in whether or not I win?”

    “Well…what it does is it refines your appearance. These Pokéblocks will help you look as healthy and as…er, handsome as you can look. Making a good visual impression on the audience and judges is very important.”

    Solonn continued to gaze skeptically at the Human. Whatever, he decided finally, and took the Pokéblock from Morgan, devouring it quickly. The little candy was…okay; kind of good, except that it had this funny, sort of sour aftertaste. That was the only fault Solonn could find with the Pokéblock, and it was really only mildly unpleasant – at first. Then, he found the little candy cube beginning to disagree with him…then to strongly disagree with him…

    Morgan’s expression was one of disappointment (not to mention revulsion), as before her eyes, the Snorunt’s body rejected the Pokéblock. However, that undesired reaction did not dissuade her from attempting to feed Solonn another of those indigo candies later that evening. Naturally, Solonn resisted at first – he wasn’t exactly eager to throw up again, after all.
    I found that bit quite funny a bit. Anyways another great Chapter Sikes! Your work always seems to amaze me . Heh and good luck with the next chapter. I can't really seen any mistakes but nontheless I'm not good at that but anyways good luck.
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    Awesome chapter. Extremely so. Can I quote you? "Fwee!" I think I've told you adequately over AIM what I think, but there's never a reason not to say more I suppose. I didn't catch any errors, though it seems Kaiser found one, though its hard to have a typo-free chapter on the first, or even second, try.

    I love Sei, and I agree with Scrap on the idea on how one could see her reading Tabloids. And its to my opinion that Sei likes Mind Reading, despite the fact that she says she tries not to do it. I'm so sure she tries to block it out. XD.. She can't now, with Morgan and Solonn's minds linked through hers. She must enjoy it, or she would have never consented to make a link in the first place. 0_o.. Imagine hearing every thought...

    No evolution? that's what I say! I thought he would, judging by our discussion last night over a Glalie's weight. But I imagine the evolution's not long in coming. But whatever, Snorunt's are growing on me.

    Release your next chapter soon!

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    Yo,

    back again to congratulate you on another fantastic chapter. Your characterisation is brilliant and with everyone so firmly in character, everything else seems to just slip into place. Beauty of writing.

    As everyone else and their dog agrees, Sei Salma is a real personality. Actually, she comes as a bit of a shock after getting the next chapter of COUNT - The Voyage up. She seems like a teenage version of the Alakazam in my fic. A poised and formal sort of teenager, but a teen all the same. I can almost see her sitting in a cafe sipping coffee with Morgan after a girl's day out. And Saffire Persian, I reckon you might be right. She might be opening the link simply because it's what her trainer requires of her, but I'll choose to think it's cause she likes the the gossip. She was probably reading the gossip column in that magazine, too. ^^; Or not.

    Great work and good luck with that computer, Sike.

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    Klaus: Glad you continue to enjoy it. ^^

    kaizer63: You know what? You caused a very bizarre train of thought to pass through my mind. It went something like this:

    Alakazam watching “The Apprentice” ----> Alakazam watching “The Apprentice”—with Donald Trump’s hair ----> Alakazam, Donald Trump, and Martha Stewart all eating big, nasty grubs on “Fear Factor”…

    o_0

    Thanks for that nifty little bit of mental cinema… XD

    And no, I do not have Emerald. ;-;

    *notices typo* WTF is with me and using the DIRECT ANTONYM of the intended word?! XD *fixes*

    Wes: Ah, yes. That scene. X3

    Saffire Persian: I’m quite surprised and, of course, quite pleased to see what a positive response Sei has gotten thus far. It seems as though there’s always one character who unexpectedly steals the show. Kind of like how I never expected Jen (from The Origin of Storms) to get such a response as he did, but there you go. Anyway, yeah, glad you like Sei. ^^

    And yes. Alakazam + tabloids = PURE GOLD. XD

    Pinecone Tortoise: Man, I am severely honored by your comparison between Sei and the alakazam from COUNT – The Voyage, since your alakazam is one of the most fascinating pokémon characters I have ever had the pleasure of reading. ^^ And I think you might be right about Sei’s fondness for gossip… that psychic rascal. And, you know, she might earnestly be trying to kick that bad habit, but… God bless her, she just can’t help herself! XD

    Thanks for the well-wishes on the computer, btw. What it all comes down to is, the thing is just frightfully old. Sometimes, I think it might be trying to get assisted suicide by frustrating me into utterly destroying it. We’re seeing about replacing the miserable old geezer of a machine, but we’d really rather not attempt a purchase of that nature when we have the impending holidays to consider, and lots of people for whom to buy gifts. Temperamental as this thing is, though, it is working out all right for me at present, so I am grateful for it. (Even if I do still occasionally feel like taking power tools to it, and not in their intended, constructive usage, either. )
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    Sorry for not reviewing, I have had a busy schedule lately (basically writing Heavenly Malevolence and reading), so I didn't have much time on my hands to review.

    The last two chapters have been outstanding. The characterization is the strong point in the entire novel so far, because each character has a unique, striving personality that sets the Pokemon apart to their own. I am also a great fan of Alakazam, so make sure you use it well or the heavenly dragon Gods shall rip apart your brain, crack your spine, and vomit all existence of blood in your body. The description always provides me with enchanting imagery, and I'm starting to get a fantasy-like vibe from this. Perhaps you are adding a little fantasy elements as the story progresses, no? Overall, stupendous job, keep up the work.
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    Serpent Syra: Well, alakazam was once my absolute favorite pok&#233;mon (it's still my favorite 1st gen pok&#233;mon, actually), so I'm quite conscious of doing all I can to do that species justice. ^^ *cowers from heavenly dragon gods anyway because they sound fearsome* X3
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    LOL! In Emerald they have ALL the contests in Lilehcove. x3 I love Emerald Version.

    ANYHOO!

    LIKE WOW! That chapter gave a very good insight into what simple, everyday trainer things can do. Like TM's. And Rare Candy's. AND OTH! I LOVE THAT NAME

    Oth oth othhhhhhhhh



    Good! Okay, then. You’ll be getting two of these a day for the next two weeks,” she told him.
    o-o That would be....*counts on fingers* TWENTY EIGHT POKEBLOCKS! LOL! A pokemon can only have like....o-o;; 12? I think.....

    Nah, but that's fine. Understandable.

    And omg, SEI IS NOT A GARDEVOIR?! *dies* Haha, I WAS WRONG! Woot.

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    xXSaberXx: Grr! I am the last person on the planet without Emerald! X3

    *blinks* You know, I actually was not counting the pok&#233;blocks... Er... ^_^;; Aheh heh heh...

    ...Fwee! Now I get to state some half-baked arguments in my defense as though I had actually thought about this aspect before writing it, even though I didn't!

    • Er... Growing boys need lots of food, especially when they are growing too large!
    • Little Starburst-candy-things made out of blended berries shouldn't be able to make something "pretty" just from eating it, so the least we could do is make it require more of them! Yeah!
    • Um... maybe, if you space it out over an extended period of time rather than feeding all the pok&#233;blocks to a pok&#233;mon in one sitting, perhaps that makes it possible to give it more?
    • Oh! Maybe, they were... DIET pok&#233;blocks! *is shot*
    • Well... er... um, well... uh... BECAUSEN!


    So... er, yeah! XP
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    *Nods* Good, very good. I thought that Sei was a Gardevoir but meh.

    Although there were some errors, I really enjoyed the actions and emotions going around and such. I could say more but I think the other guys have beaten me to them.

    Overall score (so far): 5 out of 5

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    Brian Powell: Fwee, I'm not the only one without Emerald! Well, I figured I really wasn't, anyway, but... *shrugs and hugs* ^^

    I actually might have made Sei a gardevoir rather than an alakazam had I not not written a gardevoir character in The Origin of Storms. *reminds self that there was an alakazam in that story, too* ...Er, yeah... X3 Meh, I've just been a long-time alakazam fan, and I wanted to pay tribute thusly.
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    Me has no Emerald either. T_T
    *Gets shot by the anti-off-topic gun* X_X

    Okay, but anyway, to my review...

    Like always you descripe everything really well. Its nice to read. I can picture every single part of it in my mind. Speaking of which, that Alakazam reading the magazine was so funny! Eh, for some reason, I keep thinking her laying on a sofa, drinking a nice apple drink and watching some soap operas. O_o; Just... Don´t ask, okay?

    Too bad that you didn´t actually go deeper into the battle practises. I love to read about battles. Exception being, of course, those which are too short and those with no description. I would want to see him practicing with Raze. But that might be mereley because I like Raze so much. I wanna go and yell that name on the street! *Is about to run off but gets pulled back to finish the review*
    I need to name my Skarmory to Raze if I ever decide to train one. Do I get your permisson for using it?

    But, anyway, I´m glad you didn´t make Solonn win the contest. No, not because I would hate him or anything, just because I don´t like it if the main character wins everything without an effort.

    The Rare Candy thing, I have never understood how a mere candy can rise a level, making Pokémon stronger. Neither have I understood the Pokeblocks. The makers if the game must have enjoyed candy, no? Hmm, maybe they make an all evolving chocolate bar! *Gets shot* Fine, maybe not then...

    Like many others, I have also find the whole TM thing kinda annoying to explain. Believe it or not, back in the Red/Blue/Yellow days, I didn´t know it was a disk, and I seriouslyu thought it was somekind of mecahnical chip that they would attach at the Pokémon´s body, like hide it somehwere inside their fur or something XD I never liked that idea. And HMs were a mystert to me, for you couldn´t possibly put the same chip on many Pokémons. Sigh, I´m getting off-topicy again. A bad habit. *Evades the anti off-topic gun´s bullet*

    Hmmm... Was there something else I wanted to say? ... Oh, yeah, I remember! The evolution thing! I´m glad he didn´t evolve. I´ve grown to like him the way he is, a Snorunt. I like Snorunt´s more than Glalies anyway. *Hides behind a tree. Okay, not the most originial hiding place...* Anyway, I have the feeling you might evolve him in sokme of the upcoming episodes.

    As I read the part of he being offered to evolve, I knew he wouldn´t want to. I also knew that he wouldn´t win the contest. Guess why? Because I was stupid enough to read the firts reply after your chapter... I should read them AFTER the actual chapter, to prevent things like this.

    Oh, by the way, I thought Sei Salma was an Espeon. Meh, Alakazam´s are nice and Espeon is too overrused anyway.


    Good chapter as always, but I wouldn´t except anything less from you. Be sure to PM me once you have posted the next chapter, and I´ll be sure to read it.
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    GoldenHouou: XD And now, I find myself imagining Sei sitting in bed at 2:00 in the morning, eating ice cream and watching some trash talk show. Fwee for the boundless wonders of mental cinema...

    Oh, and you will get your battles. Rest assured. ^^

    Now, feel free to go out and shout whatever name you like unto the heavens. Fwee... I'll have xXSaberXx shouting "Oth" on one corner and you shouting "Raze" on another. ^^ Awesome times.
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    Sorry it took me soo long to reply.. I read chap 4 about a week ago and forgot to reply until now.. Sorry!

    Anyway, nice chap as always.. I was hoping Sei would be a Gardevoir/Espeon, but an Alakazam seemed most likely in my opinion.. Gardevoir is pretty much over-used. ;P

    I was hoping for evolution in ths chap, but I guess it would be a lot more interesting for a Snorunt to enter the contests than a Glalie. Poor Solonn.. I hope he's ok. I get stage fright too. I've never been a performer. XD

    So, I'm looking forward to the next chap.. I feel really bad that I'm probably the last person to review your fic.. ^^;;

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    Dark Latios: Bah, don't feel bad about it. ^^ And yeah, I never intended to have Solonn evolved in time for his first contest.


    Okay. The situation right now is that I am presently without my own computer, as it recently decided to crap out on me altogether. Frankly, I'm amazed the blasted relic lasted this long. X3 Anyway, I was not able to get Chapter 5 typed up before the thing went kaput. The library does not allow enough time on their computers for me to take care of that there, so I will have to go and do it at my cousin's house. How soon you will see the next chapter depends entirely on how soon I can get over there. The soonest would be Saturday, so let's hope that works out.

    See you ASAP.
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    Chapter 5 – Elements Embraced


    Solonn awoke several hours later, but he was unaware of how much time had passed since his failure within the contest hall. His eyes opened to a view of Morgan’s room, which was more dimly lit than usual, the only source of artificial light presently in use being a lamp sitting on the bedside table.

    With a hazy delay, he noted that he had been placed on Morgan’s bed. He was presently lying at the foot of the bed with a small, thin blanket draped over the lower half of his body. The blanket was slightly itchy and created a bit more warmth than he liked, but he made no immediate move to displace it.

    His most recent memories gathered within his mind to bear down upon him in the present. The haze of the aftermath of his unconsciousness gave way to focus, provoking him into consciously and actively musing on his failure. Again and again, he mentally replayed the scene of his botched performance, earnestly wondering what had happened to him up on that stage, trying to figure out why first his routine and then he himself had fallen apart before the audience.

    Because you weren’t ready, he silently answered himself at last.

    I should have been… he countered internally. But he knew better, really. He had not been ready. He had not taken adequate time to prepare himself for his first performance. He had been in such a rush to get that first step toward home behind him, and it was because of that haste that his goal now lay further away.

    You should have waited until the later contest to try and get that ribbon, he admonished himself. Now you’re just going to have to wait anyway.

    In that sense, perhaps, no harm done. He could indeed just try again in two months, which would give him the extra time to train that he probably should have taken the first time around before trying for a ribbon.

    However, as Solonn continued to muse on his failure, he couldn’t help but wonder if his next performance wouldn’t just end up suffering the same fate as his first had even with another two months’ worth of preparation for it. After all, wouldn’t the audience be every bit as large as it had been the time before? Wouldn’t he be just as alone and exposed on that stage, with not only the spotlight but also all of those innumerable human eyes focused upon him?

    Solonn groaned, feeling a mix of annoyance and disappointment toward himself for the way he had so easily succumbed to the pressure of his performance. You were supposed to be paying attention to what you were doing, not to the audience, he thought miserably. Morgan had even told him something along those lines during his training, and yet he had managed to lose sight of that advice right when he had needed it most.

    As Solonn recalled, there had been a couple of moments during his performance, albeit woefully brief ones, in which he almost—just almost—felt as though he could just shut out all else around him and vanish into his routine. It was, he noted in recollection, a weaker version of a feeling that he had attained on a couple of occasions during his training. Through the harnessing of some of the higher powers among his ice-type abilities, he had sometimes achieved the slightest sensation of becoming one with these powers, of practically losing himself within them…

    Solonn sighed as he determined that that right there was the key. To maintain command over his performance despite the vulnerability and scrutiny that awaited him on stage, he had to somehow achieve and maintain that oneness with the element that brought his routine to life.

    But how? he asked of anyone and no one, silently and earnestly.

    At that moment, words from only a few days prior rose from his memory. Glalie have more finely-tuned abilities where their element is concerned, Morgan reminded him within his mind. They can handle ice-type techniques more easily.

    Gods… she’s right about that… Glalie could indeed perform ice techniques with considerably more ease than snorunt could—and perhaps this was not the result of having more elemental power so much as that of being closer to the power of their element…

    As if rallying to the point, words from a more distant past came forth within his mind then, the words of his mother: Our element is our very life, Solonn. We couldn’t survive without its power, and by practicing its ways, we achieve some of the most rewarding experiences in our lives.

    So, that’s the answer, then, isn’t it? Solonn reckoned. If I evolve, maybe then I won’t lose it in the middle of my routine next time… but gods Whether or not it was a solution, even if it was the only solution, the fact remained that it was still evolution—physical, permanent change. It was an irrevocable choice; if he came to regret it, there would be no way for it to be undone.

    Furthermore, he didn’t know what he could even expect from the process itself. Having never evolved before, he had no sure idea of what it would actually be like. He had once asked his mother about it, but she had told him that she could not adequately describe it. Azvida had also tried to assure him that the process usually did not hurt, which was no real comfort, especially not with the presence of that nasty little “usually”.

    Solonn couldn’t deny that he still viewed the prospect of evolution with apprehension. However, he also considered the notion of enduring a performance that was a repeat of the last one… and he realized that that was something that he actually feared more. It seemed now to have come down to a decision between facing either evolution or the possibility of another failure in the contest halls. Between the two, he found that it was actually the latter that he would rather not risk.

    Solonn sat up, finally bothering as he did so to cast off the uncomfortable blanket. For minutes, he sat there, staring at his hands as he tried to let his decision settle within his mind. He figured that Morgan would likely return soon, and he felt that he had to be ready to inform her of his decision as soon as he possibly could.

    Just as Solonn had managed to get himself to stop counting the passing seconds that delayed the moment of truth, the door to the bedroom opened slowly with barely a creak. As if possessed of a notion that she had to sneak into her own room, Morgan at first allowed only her face to cross the threshold, peering in cautiously. Then, slowly and silently, she allowed the rest of her body to slip into the room, closing the door almost noiselessly behind her.

    It was later than it had quite seemed, Solonn realized; Morgan was dressed for bed. He hoped that Morgan wouldn’t mind being kept awake for this purpose, especially since he wasn’t at all sure that he could maintain his resolve throughout the night.

    Inhaling very deeply, Solonn turned to face the human who still hovered cautiously just inside the doorway. “Get it out,” he said with false calmness.

    Morgan stared in bewilderment at Solonn, a bit startled by the way he suddenly spoke up, not quite processing what he’d said. “…Get what out?”

    “The candy, Morgan,” Solonn said, maintaining an even tone with an effort. “It’s time.”

    Morgan blinked in utter surprise for a moment. “Oh,” she said, an unmistakable look of worry forming on her face. “…Now?”

    Solonn nodded slowly. “I’m sure you would rather go to sleep, but…”

    “No, that’s okay,” Morgan assured him, though she did sound a bit shaken. She made her way over to a small dresser, opened its topmost drawer, and rummaged through its contents a bit before she managed to find what she was seeking.

    She began to lift the rare candy out from the drawer, but then hesitated. “Solonn… are you sure you’re really ready for this?”

    “Yes. I’m ready,” Solonn said without inflection, inwardly cursing the human’s choice of words—few phrases in existence bred as much doubt in him as “are you sure” could. The snorunt’s eyes stayed fixed upon Morgan, nearly unblinking, but their light was beginning to pulsate and flicker unsteadily, betraying the presence of at least some trepidation within him.

    “You just seem awfully nervous,” Morgan said concernedly.

    Solonn made a small, dismissive noise. “It’s really nothing. Everyone gets nervous right before they evolve,” he said, guessing rather than actually knowing this. "It’s not exactly a minor thing, you know.”

    “No, it isn’t,” Morgan concurred. “But if you’re sure you’re ready… well, here goes nothing, I guess…” She unwrapped the rare candy and brought it to Solonn, placing it in his hand. “There. Just eat that, and the rest should follow.”

    Solonn gave a quick nod. He looked down at the little pink candy that now sat in his hand… and kept on looking.

    “Are you gonna go ahead, then?” Morgan asked.

    Solonn snapped out of his temporary mind-freeze. “Huh? Oh… right.” He furrowed his brow at the rare candy, continuing to stare down at it but making no further move toward it other than to give it a small poke with his other hand.

    “I don’t blame you at all for being nervous, you know? I’m pretty nervous right now, myself,” Morgan admitted.

    Solonn had already figured as much, aware of the hammering of both of their hearts. He gave her a little smile in an effort to ease some of the tension that he and Morgan shared but knew that the corners of his mouth were shaking as he did so.

    Just get it over with! urged a voice in the back of his mind. Fighting in vain to still the trembling of his hand, he raised the rare candy to his mouth. His jaws were reluctant to part, but he finally pried them open just enough to shove the candy in, barely bothering to chew it or to enjoy its somewhat sweet flavor before rushing it down his throat.

    There, he consoled himself silently, the “voice” of his mind seeming to tremble just as much as his body was doing. Now just try to relax and wait for it to happen…

    Nothing happened.

    Moment after moment passed, and still the candy just sat there in his stomach, doing nothing whatsoever to alter his state of being. He felt absolutely no change from how he had felt prior to consuming the rare candy. The boost of which Morgan had spoken was completely absent, as were any feelings that would even remotely suggest that he was going to turn into a glalie anytime soon.

    “Guess you and Oth weren’t right about me after all,” Solonn said finally.

    “Guess not,” Morgan said with a sigh. “It’s just hard to believe, though. Oth was so sure, and they know from such things… Are you sure you don’t feel any different?”

    “No difference at all,” Solonn replied.

    “It should have given you a boost, though, even if not enough of one to make you evolve,” Morgan said.

    “But instead it gave me nothing.”

    “Hmm… maybe you just need enough time to digest it first,” Morgan suggested.

    “Hmph.” Solonn was done with having any expectations for the rare candy. All that it had succeeded in making him become was annoyed over having suffered all that anticipation for nothing.

    Then there came the buzz.

    It was a distinct tingling that radiated from the pit of his stomach and spread throughout his entire body. It felt like pure energy was flowing through his veins. A sudden, incredible sense of exhilaration flooded his brain, making his breath catch in his throat and causing his eyes to grow huge.

    Morgan took notice, and her eyes widened likewise. “Are you okay?” she asked anxiously. Her eyes grew even wider. “Is it happening?”

    Before Solonn could even begin to form any sort of an answer, a powerful jolt from deep within him struck him with almost no warning, taking his breath away completely. The tingling sensation that was still coursing throughout his body shifted in an instant into a strong vibration, one that intensified by the second and produced a dull ache in his bones.

    His mouth opened in a silent scream as the sensations he was experiencing made a turn toward earnest pain. He stared wildly at Morgan, who now looked more terrified than excited. She could clearly see the fear and pain in his eyes. Then her face was erased from Solonn’s sight as bright light began to shine from his entire body, filling his vision with a blindingly white emptiness.

    In an instant so swift that he could not possibly have marked its precise arrival or passing, Solonn went from feeling full to bursting with energy to feeling as though he were made of energy. The sensation was, in a sense, similar to that of entering a capture ball. The difference was that rather than feeling as though he had ceased to actually exist, he instead felt as though he becoming more real, more alive.

    There was no longer any pain. Distantly, as he began to rematerialize into his new form, he could sense that he was growing larger, but it didn’t quite manage to register as a truly physical sensation; he was presently not truly physical himself, after all.

    But there was another sensation present that had no trouble at all getting through to him. One that was all but overwhelming. This, he recognized with joy and amazement, was the raw power of the element of ice—and here he was, united with it in a way that made his prior experiences of closeness to it look like the poor facsimiles of this strange, sweet union that they truly were. At last, he had truly become one with his element, and it was a wonderful sensation.

    The bright, white nothingness drained at last from Solonn’s vision, allowing his surroundings to come back into focus. The first thing he saw, through eyes whose vision was much sharper than that which he had previously known, was the face of his coordinator. Her eyes were still very wide, and her mouth was agape.

    Solonn couldn’t blame her. Along with his sight, all of his other senses had returned, as well, giving him a full sense of what he had become. He was well aware of the sheer size of his new body—he was huge. At the same time, however, he didn’t feel like he was very heavy at all.

    He realized then that he had taken to hovering without even consciously trying to do so and was now suspended just above the surface of Morgan’s bed. Solonn became fascinated at once with his newly gained levitation. He moved himself for the first time in this new fashion, gliding a very short distance forward, marveling at how effortless it felt.

    Solonn was instantly at home within his new form. He felt a wonderful blend of elation and immense relief wash over him and wondered how he could have ever feared to become what he now was. A contented sigh escaped him, and he began to set himself down upon the bed with a smile—but he got back up in a hurry when the bed creaked ominously beneath his now considerable weight. In doing so, he knocked his horns against the ceiling. Biting back a swear, Solonn looked up to see if his horns had damaged the ceiling and saw to his relief that they hadn’t.

    Morgan laughed. “Oh God, be careful! You’re almost too big for this room, you know that?”

    She wasn’t kidding. Solonn realized how fortunate it was that Morgan’s room was as large as it happened to be; he took up a sizable share of its space. If the room had been much smaller…

    “Actually… you’re too big, period,” Morgan noted. “No offense, but normally, glalie don’t get quite so large; I’d expected you to be closer to my height, actually. Do you have any idea what could have made you turn out this way?”

    Solonn would have shrugged were it not for the fact that he no longer possessed shoulders. “Well, uh… I’ve always been kind of tall,” he said in his new, much deeper voice, “but I have to admit, this is…” He trailed off, rather at a loss for words. He was easily half again the size of even the largest glalie he had ever seen, and he had no explanation as to why.

    “You know,” Morgan said then, “this might actually be a development that could work out in our favor. The audience is likely to be impressed by your size, and so are the judges.”

    “Mm. Well, that’s good to know.”

    Morgan nodded. A second later, her expression suggested that something had just occurred to her. She cast a slightly uneasy glance at the doorway, then at Solonn, and then back to the doorway once more. “Hey… um, how do you suppose we’re even going to get you out of here so we can take you to the contest hall?”

    Solonn gave her a puzzled look, then followed her gaze to the doorway and understood at once.

    “I will never fit through there,” he said with a small, hissing chuckle. “Never again.”

    “No, you won’t,” Morgan concurred, laughing.

    “…The ball will, though,” Solonn noted.

    Morgan frowned slightly. “Well… you are right about that, but…” She sighed. “I don’t know. I mean, I know you don’t like it in there…”

    Solonn made a dismissive noise. "It’s fine. You and I both know I can’t be trapped here in this room. There’s barely any room for us both to be in here at the same time; you’d hardly be able to get around in here with me in your way. You can’t even get into your own bed with me in here.”

    Morgan cast a glance backwards at where her capture ball belt was hung, from whence Solonn’s great ball gave off a slight, teal glint in the soft lamplight. “Yeah, I know,” she said, still sounding rather guilty about the whole matter, “but…”

    “But nothing,” Solonn said gently. “I don’t mind going in there from time to time as long as it’s only when I really have to. For now, go ahead and get some sleep, all right? I’ll go in the ball for the night, and in the morning you can just take me out to the backyard where there’s plenty of room, and I’ll just stay out there from now on.”

    Morgan gave him one last look of uncertainty. “Well, as long as you’re sure you don’t mind…” she said, then went to fetch the great ball.

    “Hey,” Solonn said then. Morgan turned an inquisitive gaze upon him. “…I just wanted to thank you for making this happen… I never imagined this change would be so wonderful,” he said earnestly.

    “Oh…” Morgan turned her head and smiled broadly, blushing slightly. “You’re welcome,” she said. “I’m glad you’re happy with your new form.”

    She raised the ball toward Solonn, preparing to activate its recall function. “Goodnight, Solonn.”

    “Goodnight,” the glalie echoed. As he allowed his body to be absorbed by the capture ball, he allowed his mind to be absorbed by thoughts of what he had become and the possible ramifications of the change.

    * * *

    Four days after Solonn’s evolution, Morgan and Sei Salma stepped out into the backyard to join him. The former brought along a small, portable stereo, just as she had done on Solonn’s request each day since he had evolved.

    Solonn sat beneath the sitrus tree, watching the others as they approached. Morgan took a seat next to him, while Sei, carrying a large stack of magazines, levitated herself up into the branches above, picking a large sitrus berry for herself as she settled into a comfortable position. Morgan then started the music with a smile.

    Solonn imagined that he would never cease to be amazed by human accomplishments such as the stereo that sat nearby, what with the way that it somehow produced human voices and the widely varying sounds of their music. The music that had been chosen that day impressed him more than any other that he had heard to date. One song in particular took a peculiar hold of him; he found its instrumentation rich and its lyrics poetic.

    He closed his eyes, and he swore that he could actually see the music in his mind’s eye. He visualized the music in the form of twisting, spiraling shapes that branched upward and outward, forming intricate patterns…

    A gasp from nearby interrupted his reverie. A second later, the music was shut off. Solonn’s eyes opened, and a hiss of surprise escaped him at what he saw. Surrounding himself, Morgan, and Sei Salma were the shapes that he had envisioned within his mind. As if of their own accord, they had been brought out of his head and into the backyard, formed out of spontaneously generated ice.

    <But… how?> Solonn asked.

    <You’re a cryokinetic,> Sei said, gazing down with a smile as she munched on the sitrus berry. <Among other things, this gives you the ability to generate ice. You are also able to mentally manipulate it. All glalie have these abilities.>

    <Well, yes, I knew that,> Solonn said, <but—>

    <—You didn’t mean to use them,> Sei finished. <The subconscious activities of a cryokinetic can sometimes manifest themselves in a visible display, especially when said cryokinetic’s abilities first awaken. And I did not mean to read your mind there,> she added.

    Solonn continued to stare, stupefied by the formations of ice that had been born of his own mind. He had created that display while being completely unaware of doing so. He had managed to lose himself in that act, just as he had lost himself in the music that had inspired it.

    His gaze fell upon Morgan, who wore an impressed expression as her eyes swept from one part of the ice formation to another. <Do you… do you like it?> he asked tentatively.

    The human turned toward him and nodded, beaming brightly. Her finger moved over the “PLAY” button. <Keep it up. Please,> she said, then pushed the button.

    The song resumed, and Solonn closed his eyes and tried to let the music absorb him once again, succeeding quite readily. For a brief moment, he wondered if continuing his cryokinetic display would not be so easy now that he was conscious of his actions, but he found that awareness of the use of this ability had no effect on its ease and enjoyability. He was still able to lose himself within his actions even though he now consciously chose them. Solonn allowed his eyes to open and serenely watched the manifestations of ice as they continued to change, grow, and dance in time with the music.

    * * *

    In the weeks that followed, Solonn underwent a far more stringent regimen of training and rehearsing than had preceded his prior contest appearance, and he did so at his request. On occasion, he had spent an entire night rehearsing his routine alone in the backyard.

    “You don’t really have to work so hard,” Morgan told him more than once, but each time, Solonn insisted on continuing to rehearse to this extent.

    This was partly because he was, of course, intent on making it as likely as possible that he would perform better than he had last time, but there was another motive behind his desire to devote so much time to perfecting his routine. Following that first interpretive ice display in the backyard, he and Morgan had decided to work one into his routine, even opting to replace the song to which he had performed last time with the one that had played during his first ice display. Nothing else in his prior experience compared to the sensation of oneness with his element—a sensation that he now attained every time he practiced his routine. It became a high priority of his to achieve that feeling as often as he could.

    Soon, those two months of preparation were behind him, and he once again found himself onstage with his coordinator and all the other contestants in the Lilycove contest hall. The vast audience before him was in the process of voting, and Solonn quickly found that he could not help but wonder about what they all thought of him. Consideration of this subject had come unbidden, but he made a conscious effort to dismiss it.

    If you can just get past this part, he told himself, then in just a short while, you can get away from all of them…

    The announcement that came a minute or so later, declaring that Solonn had received a sufficiently high rating from the audience to advance to the second round, brought him a sense of relief and something else, as well: a mild but nonetheless present sort of eagerness. He was soon to be alone on that stage, performing before that huge audience—but at the same time it would also still be a chance to experience that incomparable unity with his element.

    And they won’t be a part of that, he reminded himself as he departed to the backstage area with Morgan.

    The television backstage showed each of the performances preceding his own, which was slated for last this time. Solonn made a point of not watching any of them, remembering well how watching the other performers in action had only intimidated him the time before.

    They don’t matter, he thought resolutely. This is about something far beyond them.

    Finally, the time had come. Solonn emerged onto the stage, trying as he took his place there to view it as merely a stop en route to the far better place to which he was about to go.

    The lights went out completely. Nothing was visible to the crowd gathered within the auditorium except for two large, blue eyes glowing brightly from the center of the stage through the darkness. Those eyes could still see the individual human faces in the crowd quite well, more clearly than he had the time before…

    They will not be part of this.

    The music came alive. Very slowly, lights mounted in the stage began to emit pale blue rays. Glistening within this glow, ice began to rise in thin, vinelike shapes from the stage. They branched out and twisted as they grew slowly but steadily upward, swaying and flicking at the air in time with the music.

    The many branches of the seemingly living ice curled downward and inward toward their maker and joined together beneath his hovering body, forming a cradle of sorts underneath him. The ice began to rise upward, lifting Solonn toward the ceiling.

    Meanwhile, more of the thin, branchlike structures extended outward from the cradle to dance around him. They then transformed into seven long, thin needles. Atop each of them, ice was formed into the shape of a diamond.

    Solonn rose slowly along with the song’s building crescendo, ascending from the ice below him as high as he could manage. He brought a protect aura around himself as he lifted himself ever higher, surrounding himself with a deep blue glow. At the apex of his ascent, his eyes suddenly blazed with a surge of white light—and so did the diamonds of ice, which then exploded one by one in time with the music in sparkling bursts of frozen mist.

    As the glow of the protect aura faded, Solonn descended to the stage once more, while the level of the ice beneath him lowered as the ice was gradually dissipated. The music worked itself into a frenzy soon after, and accordingly Solonn summoned a miniature storm. Blizzard, icy wind and powder snow rushed in a maddened spiral around him while the blue stage lights strobed.

    Then the song abruptly ended, and Solonn’s performance did likewise. The lights cut out; when they came back on a second later, there was not a trace of ice or of snow to be found anywhere. Nothing remained of the wintry spectacle save for the glalie who’d made it happen.

    Solonn looked out upon a silent audience as he hovered at the center of the stage, trembling a bit and breathing rather hard. Closing his eyes, he bowed deeply, inclining his face toward the floor. Then the audience erupted into applause—Solonn was grateful for their enthusiasm, but this was one moment in which he rather wished that his evolution had not enhanced his hearing. The judges approved of his routine, as well; his score was in the top two, meaning that he would proceed to the third and final round along with just one other finalist.

    Solonn was taken backstage where he had to be recalled for a moment into his great ball so that he could have his energy restored by the rejuvenation machine that was kept backstage. Second-round performances usually took quite a bit out of a pokémon, and Solonn’s performance was no exception; without rejuvenation, he knew, he would certainly not have the strength to perform well enough in the final round’s battle. Once both he and his opponent had both had their turn in the machine, the third round was ready to begin.

    “Ladies and gentlemen,” boomed the voice of the announcer, “we’ve seen quite a parade of truly skilled performers tonight. Now we’re down to the very best of the crop, the final two. Let’s hear it for Alex Rhodes and Kelly from Mauville and Morgan Yorke and Solonn from right here in Lilycove!”

    The exuberant noise of the crowd filled the air as the finalists made their way onto the stage. Solonn took his place a couple of yards in front of Morgan and gazed across the stage at the opposing team, which consisted of a girl with long, blonde, braided hair and a golduck who was giggling to herself.

    “The match will end when the clock runs out, when one pokémon’s points are entirely depleted, or when one pokémon is rendered unable to battle,” the announcer explained. ”Without any further ado, let the final round begin!” With that, a loud tone rang out over the PA system, signaling the commencement of the battle.

    “All right, Solonn. Let’s show them our icy wind/ice beam combo,” Morgan said.

    “Then we’ll start with psybeam and water pulse!” Alex said.

    Solonn summoned two of his ice-type abilities simultaneously. Charged with the pure elemental energy of the beam, the small, razor-edged ice particles contained within the icy wind took on a brilliant cyan glow as they rushed toward Kelly on a frigid gust.

    Meanwhile, Kelly launched her own attack, continuing to giggle inexplicably as she did so. Her combination of psybeam and water pulse created a rainbow-hued ray through which glowing blue rings of water-type energy rippled.

    Solonn’s attack turned out to be the stronger of the two, the result of both of the constituents of his combination being derived from his own element. The ice-type combo overtook Kelly’s attack and scattered its energies, foiling it. The shredding gale then assaulted Kelly herself. Being a water-type, she suffered very little from its charge of elemental energy, but the sharp edges of its icy shrapnel nonetheless managed to tear shallow cuts all over the golduck’s body, making her squawk in pain.

    As a result of her taking the hit, Kelly’s points suffered. The bar that represented them on the scoreboard decreased in length, albeit only slightly.

    “Now, let’s take some defensive measures, shall we? Light screen, Solonn,” Morgan said.

    “We’ll try our psybeam and water pulse combo again, then,” Alex said. “He’s sure not to like it…”

    A glowing pink force field rose around Solonn, enveloping him completely. At the same time, Kelly once again fired her psychic/water-type combination attack, which lanced forth in a rush of psychedelic colors. Solonn’s psychic shield negated the water-type aspect of Kelly’s attack, but the psybeam at the combo’s core managed to penetrate the barrier. It struck Solonn squarely between the eyes, its psychic-type energy finding its way straight into his brain in an attempt to addle his mind. Solonn snarled at the pain as he shook his head furiously to rid himself of the psychic assault. Fortunately, the attack failed to throw him into confusion, but both he and his points still took a hit.

    “Okay, now give him a hydro pump!” Alex instructed her pokémon enthusiastically.

    “Uh-oh… you’d better protect, Solonn,” Morgan warned.

    Still giggling, Kelly summoned one of the highest powers of her element. An intense, blue glow filled her eyes, and in a massive, sudden burst, a thick, powerful jet of highly pressurized water surged forth from her open bill.

    However, just as the golduck launched her water-type assault, Solonn conjured the deep blue aura of the protect technique around himself. The hydro pump dissipated spectacularly on contact with the indigo force field in a great burst of mist; the protect shield fell an instant later. Kelly’s point bar shortened further due to the utter failure of her attack.

    Alex sighed. “Well, I was really hoping we wouldn’t have to resort to this, but it looks like you guys have left us little choice. Attract, Kelly!”

    “What? Ah, no… protect, Solonn! Hurry!” Morgan urged. It was a gamble; she knew that a protect aura could not always be counted on to successfully form more than once in succession. However, there was simply no other hope for Solonn to avoid Kelly’s technique.

    Solonn tried to bring back his protect aura, and for a very brief moment, he seemed to have succeeded. But the deep blue shield was gone a split-second later, leaving Solonn with no form of defense between him and Kelly, the latter now surrounded by a rose-colored glow. With a sweeping motion of her arms, the pink light was sent forth in a wave that washed swiftly and inescapably over Solonn.

    All at once, he was rather appalled at himself. Good gods, have I seriously been attacking that? How could I have even considered doing harm to such a beautiful creature? How could anyone? A very cheesy smile crept across his face as he surveyed Kelly from across the stage. Look at her, over there… so elegant… so exotic… those eyes… that tail!

    Morgan cast an uneasy glance at the scoreboard as Solonn’s points suffered both from his failed protect technique and his succumbing to Kelly’s attract technique. “Solonn!” Morgan shouted. “Listen to me: you have got to keep your head! She doesn’t love you, and you don’t really love her. It’s just a trick, Solonn! Now, quickly, hit her with a blizzard/icy wind combo before she can attack again!”

    Solonn ignored Morgan’s instructions, simply refusing to attack the suddenly attractive golduck on the other side of the stage. Kelly, meanwhile, was giggling her brains out louder than ever. It was a wonder that she even heard her coordinator’s next command, which was to blast Solonn with a hydro pump while he was still dopily goggling at her. But she heard indeed, and she didn’t hesitate for even a second to launch her attack upon her infatuated opponent.

    The water-type blast came hurtling toward Solonn. Oh, how pretty… he remarked silently and vacantly as it approached…

    With a loud crash and a veritable explosion of water on impact, the hydro pump struck Solonn powerfully, blasting him with such force that he was nearly sent flying on a collision course with his coordinator. Solonn’s points decreased greatly—they were now perilously low.

    Righting himself with some difficulty, Solonn gasped wildly for air in the wake of the hydro pump. In the next instant, the light screen he had summoned finally faded away. Had it not still been present when the hydro pump had struck, Solonn might not have been able to get back up following that attack.

    Hey… that wasn’t very nice… Solonn thought dazedly as he fought to catch his breath. I thought she liked me! He decided to go over to Kelly and ask her why she had done that.

    “No, Solonn, don’t get closer!” Morgan tried urgently to warn him. “That’ll just make it easier for her to blast you!”

    No way! She’d never blast me! Solonn objected internally, seeming to have forgotten the fact that Kelly had done just that mere moments ago. She loves me!

    And then something clicked in his brain: Wait… no, she doesn’t…

    “All right, Kelly, let’s finish him off now,” Alex called out, sounding very pleased with the current situation. “Surf!”

    “Come on, Solonn!” Morgan urged. “Cut through her tricks and stop her with a blizzard/ice beam combo! Come on, I know you can snap out of it!”

    As it so happened, Solonn already had.

    Kelly’s giggles rose up into a sharp, triumphant quack of a laugh. She closed her eyes, then clasped her hands together and lifted them toward the ceiling. There was a brief, blue shimmer of water-type energy at her feet, followed by a pillar of water that began to rise from the stage beneath her. She inhaled deeply just before the rising water engulfed her. The pillar lifted her from the stage and up through itself as it rose, ready to surge forth at any instant. Even as Kelly was still rising up through the wave toward the position where she would ride it over her opponent, the summoned wall of water suddenly lurched forward toward its target.

    Solonn’s eyes blazed with bluish-white light as his gaze fixed itself firmly on the burgeoning wave. As the water surged toward him, he threw his jaws wide open, and a narrow, highly concentrated blast of wind, ice, and snow exploded forth with raw ice-type energy crackling through it like lightning.

    The combination attack roared as it rushed through the air, intercepting Kelly’s attack swiftly. With a series of cracking sounds, the ice-type blast froze the summoned wave around the golduck. Only the spiked crown of feathers atop her head had crested the wave before the water had frozen; not desiring to smother Kelly to death, Solonn quickly shifted the part of the frozen wave that surrounded her into the shape of a hollow sphere around her.

    “Oh crap! Kelly, you’ve got to get out of there!” Alex cried.

    Kelly was already trying to escape her icy prison. She clawed frantically at the frozen walls with her fury swipes technique, but the ice that formed the walls of the sphere was just too thick to succumb easily to her claws. She fired a psybeam at the ice, but much of the psychic-type energy dissipated against the frozen barrier, while the rest just passed inconsequentially through it—psybeam was, after all, a technique that was more mentally harmful than physically destructive.

    Panicking, the golduck desperately tried again to claw her way out of the icy sphere, tearing savagely with all her might. The ice was finally starting to truly give way to her efforts, but not by much.

    Meanwhile… there was only so much fresh air in that frozen prison, and Kelly was spending her oxygen quite swiftly through her struggles to free herself. Thus it was that in fairly short order, the golduck exhausted herself thoroughly and passed out. Seeing that Kelly was out cold, Solonn evaporated the ice bubble that surrounded her, then slowly dissipated the pillar of frozen water on which it had stood, gently lowering the unconscious water-type down to the stage below.

    A loud buzzer sounded, and a large, red “X” appeared over Kelly’s picture on the scoreboard, signifying that the golduck had been rendered unable to continue. Solonn had won the final round—and just in time, too. The clock had nearly run out for the match, and despite the loss of points that Kelly had suffered when her own attack had been turned against her, Solonn’s score had still been lower. If Kelly had not fainted before the timer could hit zero, she would have won.

    “Ladies and gentlemen!” the announcer said in an exuberant voice. “Please give a great, big, hearty round of applause for the winners of the Lilycove normal rank beauty contest, Morgan Yorke and Solonn!”

    The lights in the auditorium blazed into vibrant colors, and showers of confetti began falling from the ceiling. A great surge of noise rose up from the audience, many of whom stood as they applauded and cheered.

    A shriek of delight sounded behind Solonn. Its source then tackled him in a joyous semi-embrace; Morgan seemed not to be fazed by the fact that her arms barely encircled him at all, such was her determination to heartily hug her pokémon partner.

    After recalling Kelly, Alex rushed across the stage to shake her opponent’s hand, wearing an impressed look on her face. A moment later, the short, mustached head judge approached Solonn and the two coordinators. Solonn watched as the head judge handed the normal rank beauty ribbon to Morgan.

    Good, the glalie thought as he gratefully allowed his weary body to settle down upon the floor, good. One down, three to go…

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    Next time: A visitor to the Yorke household may bring unexpected consequences, particularly where the resident glalie is concerned. See you then!

    - Sike Saner
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    ..Very nice. Very nice indeed Sikes. The description in this chapter was great! Thren again seeing and hearing all that wa great! I love your description as always! Oh and this bit cracked me up a bit,

    …And all at once, he was rather appalled with himself. …Good gods, have I seriously been attacking that? How could I have even considered doing harm to such a beautiful specimen? How could anyone?

    A very cheesy smile crept across his face as he surveyed Kelly from across the stage. Look at her, over there…so elegant…so exotic…those eyes…that tail!…

    He chuckled softly. She totally wants me. I can tell.
    Heh I love how you manage to slip in humor along with your great description as well. Anyways overall very nice chapter indeed! I look forward to the next one.
    Come March 9th, get ready to rock!

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