Author's Note: Haven't been updating in a while. The other (as of March 18, 2016) fanfic on my account will not get a new update, unless it decides to throw the curveball at its (that game) community. One important thing: I actually got a Dryad (soon to be Alraune) in PAD! What a coincidence!

Chapter 10

Cecilia

My Pokémon Performer work hasn't been so hot. First off, something funny happened, and the first real Showcase we did made me break down even after the showcase ended. I made my way to Laverre City, sniveling along the way.

My Dryad tried to console me, and I sat near a picnic table near the clothing shop. She was patting my head in order to cheer me up. "Hi…" I said half-heartedly. She decided to touch my face and I smiled.

"Try your hardest, okay?" she said warmly. I sighed. "I'm sure I'm prepared," I replied.

I opened a basket filled with Poké Puffs and my Pokémon were already out and eating them bit by bit. Somehow, Dryad was almost ready to eat a chocolate one, before realizing it had been snatched out of her hands. A lone arrow was stuck in the wood of the table. She began to get angry, plucked the arrow out, and left the area. "Wait, come back!" I pleaded.

Dryad led me to another area where another girl my age was hanging out with another creature similar to her. This monster stole the chocolate Poké Puff Dryad was about to eat. It went down its maw.

Dryad had enough. She grimaced at the stranger after pounded her tiny fists together. "Did you just steal my food, Sylph?" she asked. The guy with talons spoke up. "Oh yeah, big deal. I'm not apologizing."

The girl took notice of the fight. Her name is Charlotte. She wore black stockings with garter belts, a maid outfit with a white maid piece. Her hair was a silk-like cotton candy color, and her blue eyes shone with noticeable prestige.

The two pixies have started an altercation already and were slapping and scratching each other. Both of them were arguing and screeching. Dryad bit Sylph's hair and Sylph tried to push her away. They both started cursing in many different languages.

I sighed and turned towards Charlotte to talk to her. A Clefairy slept on her hair. "Eh?" she said as she was startled. "Cecilia? What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry. Wanted to ask you what's with that thing." I responded.

Charlotte took a deep breath and began to speak. "I just came to Laverre City before you, and that poor thing fell down a ginkgo tree. Its legs were badly injured and I gave it to the nurse in the Pokémon Center. The nurse couldn't identify it so I decided to give it berries and other food to the monster. It hated most food, it preferred sweet foods, it showed an indifference to dry foods, it just hated about every other flavor. Soon after some rest in the center, I examined the poor humanoid bird and it seems that its arms were bleeding." Sylph interrupt her long speech by screeching like Dryad does when she gets upset. Dryad called Sylph a harpy and decided to rake her face with talons.

"Where was I? This thing was also really famished so I had to bring in a sandwich for it to eat. It slowly reached for it and grabbed it and swallowed it whole. After its wounds were cured, this thing decided to stick around. I have no idea why, but the judges allowed your dryad in so who would've cared?"

Both of us looked back at the strife. Both of the combatants were tired and passed out from exhaustion and injury. Both of them were partially clothed with only undergarments on. Dryad was sleeping with only a corset and bloomers with the length of thigh-length shorts. Sylph had almost the same outfit too.

"Why you…" Dryad started to get up and fell face-flat.

"Oh my! What just happened?" I shrieked.

Charlotte exhaled with relief. "At least I know why the clerks at the center tried to ask her what gender she was. How embarrassing indeed."

I analyzed Sylph with the device that Sycamore had gave me a week earlier. A female electronic voice said monotonously, "PAD Monster detected."

"What does PAD stand for?" Charlotte pondered.

I shrugged my arms. "Your guess is as good as mine."

A numeral system similar to how the Pokédex is laid out came out on the top right of the screen reading #0356. The extra zero standing for the thousands place really threw me off.

"Personality and characteristics?" I questioned the machine for an answer.

"Sylphs in the PAD world have various personality shifts similar to the Greek myths of harpies and the various mermaids and other water humanoids like selkies and undines. If they get hungry, they tend to steal food from humans and rake them with talons or hit them with wings or arms. Several seem very close to humans. A similar creature is the Harpie Demon line and the Alraune line of monsters."

I was about to grab a PC form the Pokémon Center and search up what all those alien terms actually meant.

I looked back at the Sylph. She isolated herself from the Dryad and crosses her arms in hostility. Dryad was doing the same thing too.

Charlotte sighs. "Looks like we have to discuss this indoors."

We went into an inn lobby to discuss what was up with both of us. Many trainers noticed the tiny humanoids waddling in indignantly looking away from each other.

Several photographs took shots of the two children. They both started to blush with distress. Several more people bent down to talk to them. Dryad hid inside an indoor plant while Sylph curled up into a ball and started to cringe.

The other girls sat around the television and were watching the Kalos news. Many girls were chatting away about what they saw.

We sat in the middle. A Showcase in Dendemille City was coming to a close. Two strangely concealed women were commanding two Pokémon that have seemed to be pulled from a trade like how some people insert Pokémon into the PC that have perfect stats all-around and came with impossible movesets.

Dryad squints her tiny eyes at the screen. "Excuse me," she commanded. I think I know who these two are."

Everyone looked directly at her. Dryad tries to clear her already airy throat and started to ramble.

"I call already tell you who they are based on how they speak. Can't say which side of the stage that they are on, but I can tell that they are a Norse and Hindu goddess respectively."

Charlotte wondered, "How does she get all these information?"

The girls started to ramble loudly. Emilia, the knightly girl, left herself out of the large throng of girls. A merger of a suit or armor and non-skimpy female clothes flourished her masculine fighting and performance style. Blonde hair and a single snaking twintail gives her a balanced look between man and woman. Her eyes seems to change color that is reflective on her mood. Since she was a little bit flustered that time, her eyes took on a red, uneasy hue.

Dryad was getting bounced around like a highly-valued berry like a Starf Berry. "Hey, stop~!" she exclaimed. They were treating her like a fluffy Clefairy. She starts to float away from the group and lands on my head like a feather.

A rapping sound is unexpectedly heard near a window. Most of the girls didn't notice what was happening. A hiss gave the girls its attention. The girls took a look at the window. Nothing was there. A ceiling tile began to rustle. The tile fell down to the floor and another girl fell down the hole in the ceiling, yowling.

Sylph sassed the visitor, "How did Miss Kitty get in here?"

The cat girl got up and sat crossing her legs childishly. She crossed her arms and growled.

Dryad asked her, "Why are you here?"

She hissed at the fairy. "Which one of you have these two?" she scowled.

Dryad pointed at me while sporting a face that was a little bit unamused. Charlotte slowly raised her hand.

"Give me back them at once!" she scowled. "First off, you!"

She raked her fingernails into me. It didn't go so well.

I screamed. The male trainers from far away gawked at me blankly like they were having some sort of weird dream. Charlotte heard eavesdropping from the dudes, "Nice white camisole, miss!"

My eyes started to water. "I surrender! Go claw someone else!"

Sylph unfortunately stared at the partially-clothed me, started to back up and flew behind the TV screen. Dryad's pupils went blank from shock.

The cat woman sighed. "Fine. If you don't want me to fight, then I'll need to talk to you girls."

Emilia shrugs her arms. "Hey, your nails wouldn't go through my steel breastplate anyways. Let's get you examined."

I groaned in relief. This was not my lucky day.

After an embarrassing fight, that same women started to sweeten and stood next to me while people were ready to go take naps.

"Would you stop humiliating the idols? I feel uncomfortable next to you!" I said in panic.

She just wanted to yawn in front of me. Her tail was moving like a whip. I then looked at her and then she started to look at me. I just wanted to get her for doing that a few hours ago.

"Excuse me?" I said politely. "Yes?" she purred.

"I just wanted to know why you are here, and what are you called."

Her cat ears started to twitch and started to meow. "I am known as Bast and have been around since the Egyptian kingdom flourished. I preferred that name back then, but I'll tolerate your use of 'Bastet'."

"Did you answer my first question?" I hastily ranted.

She unctuously purred out a reminder. "I'll see you tomorrow when the Showcase has begun." She darted out of the dorm room with agile movement.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, then finally got ready to go to sleep. While most of my dreams are as fluffy as cotton candy, that night's dream became a little unsettling to talk about.

Separate from Chapter 10

A light breeze rustled Cecilia's hair on contact. Slowly opening her eyes, she looks around to find out she's at a faraway town that seems to be based on the likes of Tokyo and Seattle. It was a windy day and it was even raining. A thunderbolt cracks the sound barrier. Realistic birds were flying overhead chirping on the top of their lungs. She looked around and started to gasp heavily. She immediately ran across the somewhat empty streets and hid inside a forest.

The rain and wind seemed to come to a full stop inside the forest. There were marble steps leading up to a destination that no one seemed to know. She looked down at herself. She was wearing the same clothes she had when she went to sleep in Kalos that day.

She traipsed along the rails of the stairs. Everywhere she went, fairies and nature spirits seemed to be lifeless. Two goddesses were lying on the ground, eyes closed like corpses. One seemed to look like Freyja.

When she finally reached the top of the stairs, Arceus seemed to be here, lying down sideways. It pleaded, "Please, I want to talk to you." Cecilia ran to its side. Ichor-like fluid was going out of its body. "There seems to be someone. Familiar, perhaps. Never knew this, but you're a person very different from ones I know."

Cecilia nodded on, eyes half-open. "I must ask you this, before bad omens happen. Remember those deities you keep seeing on you and your friends' journey. They are assigned into different pantheons in different dimensions and locations. You're in one of those, aren't you?"

Cecilia's summer green irises shrunk to the size of poppy seeds. She tried to mouth out words, but they kept coming at a pace slower than a Shuckle with a Lagging Tail.

Her grandmother was sitting lifeless at the side, still looking lively in physical appearance as if she had eaten one of Idunn and Idunna's apples.

Arceus said a few sentences before being unable to speak. "You're a goddess… A young one for that… Of nature and seasons."

After saying the last word, it yelled out its first syllable of its name and became unable to make any more actions. She turned towards her grandmother, bestowing her name unto her daughter, Cecilia's biological mother. "Loretta…" she cried solemnly. When she came near her from a feet away, she started to feel strangely sick. Her skin turns as pale as snow, flushed red on her cheeks, and passed out on the spot.

The one unnerving thing she realized during that episode was that her beloved Dryad was nowhere to be seen.