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    Y
    ou do not remember falling asleep. You do not even know that you are dreaming. Your eyes flutter open and you find yourself lying in lush grass. Wildflowers are bent and broken beneath you. A curious Skwovet regards you cautiously before skittering away. Time feels slow as you try to stand up and brush the dirt from your legs. You begin to feel a strange sensation wash over you. Little do you know, this feeling is magic.

    "Please..." comes a voice, weak and distraught. "Please, I need your help... in the springs..."

    The wild Skwovet reappears before you. It watches you, eyes wide and knowing. You feel compelled to follow it. Skwovet leads you down the dirt road towards the forest and through the dense trees. Eventually you reach the hidden springs, home to the Harvest Goddess. The grass appears to be thinning, the flora wilting. The spring's waters are low and turning a murky green.

    The Harvest Goddess appears suddenly, visibly struggling to hover over what is left of her waters. Her long hair is falling from her shoulders and her skin looks nearly transparent. A grimace has replaced the serene expression she is often depicted to have in books and paintings. "My magic..." the Goddess says breathlessly. "It is fading... I do not have the power to... keep this region safe anymore... Celebi, my dear friend, has not lived in our time for many years..." She wavers. "Without them, I do not have the strength to go on... With the others you must... find our Celebi... or this region will fall to ruin... It is only a matter of time before... the damage is irreversible..."

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    When you wake, the springs call to you. It is not yet dawn and darkness still blankets the town. When you arrive, you find a hooded figure kneeling before a statue made of stone.































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please help,



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5:45am







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november 14th







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adventurous
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goddess spring, windermere
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Had she been awake the whole time? Asleep? She couldn't remember waking up, but she couldn't remember falling asleep either. The night before had been a haze of beer and Morelull caps that would allegedly "open her mind." She supposed that waking up in a flower field was fair game, though these flowers smelled different than the last time she'd come across them.

Despite no visible signs of wilting, they smelled faintly of rot. She could barely feel the grass beneath her. Every sensation was a step removed from herself, existing more as an idea than reality. Were it a dream a red Gyarados would have circled the skies, but all she could see were clear skies.

Shinya snapped her fingers, expecting the Atrocious Pokemon (her professor's words, not hers) to appear, but found a Skwovet instead. She slowly stood, brushing away the dead stems. "Shouldn't you be busy stealing berries?" she wanted to ask, only for the creature to scurry away.

"Please..." a distressed voice whispered. "Please, I need your help... in the springs..."

The Skowvet reappeared, no longer skittish. Instead its gaze was placid, yet beckoning. Jerking its head toward the road, it immediately bolted towards the forest in the distance. "Oi, get back here!" Shinya yelled, running after the Pokemon.

"Skwo!" It cried as it headed deeper into the trees.

Lush greenery faded into thinning grass and withering flowers. Though the trees still had some life in them, the spring she reached was occupied at best. As curious as she was to explore the rest of her surroundings, a hallowed woman appeared before her with a pleading gaze.

"Who...are you?" Shinya asked. A voice in the back of her head told her it was the Harvest Goddess of Eunoia, a woman she'd only heard about in fairy tales. There had been accounts of her throughout history, but Shinya was a skeptic. Even seeing was not believing, not in a world where Pokemon could put you to sleep with a simple song.

Still, her pale form held no godliness, only fear and emaciation.

"My magic..." she said breathlessly. "It is fading... I do not have the power to... keep this region safe anymore... Celebi, my dear friend, has not lived in our time for many years..." There's a waver in her voice as Shinya reached out for her. "Without them, I do not have the strength to go on... With the others you must... find our Celebi... or this region will fall to ruin... It is only a matter of time before... the damage is irreversible..."

Before the Galarian girl could grasp the goddess's hand, she awoke to the sound her Rotom gurgling inside of the washing machine it possessed. Was it a dream? A premonition? She stayed in bed for another five minutes, searching for the fictional Gyarados in her ceiling.

Once it was clear that she was in the world of the living, Shinya shot out of bed with grabbed her things with her Rotom following behind her.

Whether what she had was a premonition or an elaborate dream, the prospect of finding something beyond Miltank manure and wild Rattata brought a smile to her face. Was that why Warwick came to Eunoia? Even without exploring the implications of a real, living goddess, she implied that she would have to find Celebi in order to save Eunoia.

Of her many dreams, battling a legendary Pokemon was by far the biggest so this opportunity was more than enough for her to bolt towards the springs.

Shinya might not have lived in Windmere for long, but she remembered the dirt road, the forest, and the Skwovet that led her inside. Though the animal was absent from this trek, Rotor's light helped her avoid any pot holes and fallen branches that littered the path. The descent from scenic farmland to limp plant life mirrored that of her dream, stopping short of a hooded figure kneeling in front of a stone statue.

"Are you the goddess?"

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While lazily plucking at the strings of his guitar, a heaviness fell over Maddox until his eyes could stay open no longer. Sleep pulled him beneath the surface and everything faded away like a distant memory. For a long time, there was nothing. Maddox hung between the waking world and the land of dreams. Then, just as suddenly as sleep overtook him, he woke up.

Cerulean eyes fluttered open to find a vast sky above him, clouds sailing across a sea of blue. Maddox could feel the itch of grass beneath his fingertips as his senses slowly returned to him. The smell of wildflowers is familiar, comforting. Maddox sat up and rolled the ache from his shoulders. He noticed a staring Skwovet as he stood up to dust the dirt and grass from his jeans. Catching his eye, the Skwovet fled into the trees.

The blonde lifted his hand as a strange sensation washed over him, the tips of his fingers tingling and his ears buzzing.
"What tha hell..."
Maddox murmured.

"Please..."
He jumped and turned in alarm.
"Please, I need your help... in the springs..."


The springs? Before he could question it, the wild Skwovet returned. Maddox’s heart told him to follow it despite the adamant protest coming from his head. The road to the Harvest Goddess’ spring was a familiar one. The closer he got, the more his heart thundered in his chest. Maddox could feel that something was wrong and yet nothing could prepare him for what he found when he arrived.

The state of the springs was shocking, but the Harvest Goddess’ appearance even more so. He had read so many storybooks about the Goddess and her ethereal beauty and unmatched magical prowess. The deity standing before him was not like the one in the stories. She appeared tired, worn down, and something akin to a ghost.

"My magic...
" the Goddess breathed.
"It is fading... I do not have the power to... keep this region safe anymore... Celebi, my dear friend, has not lived in our time for many years..."
She wavered.
"Without them, I do not have the strength to go on... With the others you must... find our Celebi... or this region will fall to ruin... It is only a matter of time before... the damage is irreversible..."


Maddox awoke with a jolt, hair stuck to the back of his neck. He turned sharply to the clock at his bedside and squinted at the blurred number. It was only 5:30 in the morning. Maddox did not even remember falling asleep, but he had to have… that dream… It felt too real. His stomach churned uncomfortably as he stomped out of bed and over to his window. Maddox bit at his nail as he contemplated what to do.

Cursing under his breath, he ultimately pulled on his jeans and sneakers. Ares woke as he tied his shoes and whined softly as he pressed his nose against Maddox’s palm. He sighed and scratched behind the Typhlosion’s ear.
"I know, buddy,"
Maddox murmured. He felt it too. The two of them were out of the door and making their way towards the forest just minutes later.

The ranch hand did not make a habit of roaming the forest at night, at least not these days. The nights he spent smoking behind the treeline as a teen were long behind him. Those days did provide him with some sense of ease as he navigated the dark twists and turns, at least. Maddox paused when he reached the narrow breach in the trees that gave way to the hidden path which led to the springs.

What was he expecting to find? The Harvest Goddess waiting for him, to ask for his help? Maddox’s cheeks burned. He felt foolish and naive. It was just a dream. Yet here he was, standing there in the middle of a forest chasing after nothing. He sighed and clenched his fists. Maddox considered turning back, that is until he heard a familiar skittering.

A Skwovet peered over at him with knowing eyes. Maddox cursed under his breath and pressed forward, Ares trailing along behind him. The pathway to the springs was a short one and Maddox stopped dead in his tracks when he arrived. Wide eyes darted between the wilted wildflowers, thinning grass and branches, and finally the hooded figure kneeling before stone. Maddox shook his head. The stone, which had an uncanny resemblance to the Goddess in his dreams, had never been there before.

“What tha fuck is goin’ on?”









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The desk lamp casted a pale yellow light across the surface of the pages as Teagan absentmindedly tapped their pencil against the book in front of them. Amaris lay curled on top of her feet, keeping them warm, while Aelius lay the short ways away on their bed, curled up and lightly snoring. The sky had long since grown dark and bed was calling, but they knew they only had a few pages left to get through in the book they were studying on advanced pokemon care then they could rest. It wasn’t often anymore that she wasn’t the first one to the shop, and any chance she had to cram in some additional information was precious.

Head propped in her hand, they inhaled quickly, blinking rapidly as if that would force the feeling of being tired away. Despite their efforts, the words swam and they gave in, closing their eyes for a moment to find the strength to finish out the last few passages.

Teagan knew they often took for granted how beautiful Windermere is. Sometimes while they were out with Maddox (or less frequently lately, Elo) the sight of their small towns rolling hills or open farming fields would cause her to pause in awe, especially after a trip out of town.

The sun on her face is almost so hot it seems stifling as she shifts against the lush grass beneath her. Throwing an arm over her eyes, she sits up with a groan before dropping her arm back to her side, blinking to adjust to the light before looking around. She barely recognizes the place, but she knows she’s not far from home. Instinctively, she goes to look for Amaris and Aelius when she catches sight of a wild Skwovet regarding her curiously. Something about the pokemon makes her pause curiously, before it turns into the tall grass. They can just make out the lines it makes as it moves away.

Remembering again that their Eevee’s aren’t near, they take a step forward as a voice seems to whisper to her, “"Please..." The voice is weak and distraught, almost seeming to be whispered directly in her ear from behind. "Please, I need your help... in the springs..." Turning quickly, the scene distorts and she’s no longer in a field, but in the middle of a dirt road. Before her, the Skwovet is back, looking up at her with knowing eyes before turning and running along the road, leading further out of town. Without hesitation, her feet are beating against the dirt path, following the small creature almost frantically as it cuts into a field, leading her into the surrounding forest. Now that there isn’t a clear path to follow, Teagan almost feels something frantic in their chest as they use one arm to shield their face, using the other to rapidly push branches out of their way. The Skwovet continues to lead her deeper until her feet begin to sink into mud, making her struggle to so much as take a step as the trees become thinned out replaced with wilting flora with a murky green spring in front of them.

Teagan remembers sitting with her mom as a child as she told them fantastical stories from a story book of the Harvest Goddess that watched over the area and nurtured the land. The pictures showed a beautiful woman who was always smiling, and seemed to be gentle and kind. They remember pressing their fingers to the pages and leaning closer to get a better look at what people had depicted as the Harvest Goddess, finding her beautiful.

The image floating above the murky waters is far from the image from those picture books, but Teagan knows without a doubt that the pale, see-through figure in front of them is the harvest Goddess. She seemed almost in pain as she looked Teagan over before speaking. "My magic..." the Goddess says breathlessly. "It is fading... I do not have the power to... keep this region safe anymore... Celebi, my dear friend, has not lived in our time for many years..." Her form wavered and panic forced Teagan to try to take another step forward, but the mud fully held them in place now. "Without them, I do not have the strength to go on... With the others you must... find our Celebi... or this region will fall to ruin... It is only a matter of time before... the damage is irreversible..."

The Goddesses words make Teagan panic, and a sick feeling settles in their stomach before the sound of scrambling claws against hardwood wakes them with a start. They lifted their head from their book quickly, breathing in sharply through their nose before turning towards where both Amaris and Aelius were moving back and forth from their chair to the door, letting out little whines. When Amaris realized Teagan was awake, she sat at the door, just looking at them while Aelius moved to put both his front paws against Teagan’s leg, bouncing off it twice before sitting at her side and watching her with another whine.

Taking a moment to reorient themselves, Teagan blinked a few times before looking out their bedroom window. The sky was still dark, but the clock next to her bed showed that dawn was not too far off. Looking at her Eevees again, Aelius was now doing sharp circles by the door while Amaris still sat patiently watching Teagan’s every move. It was almost like her pokemon were feeling the same thing she was.

The image of that place from their dream was still burned into their memory, and the sick feeling was still settled in their stomach like a rock. If they wanted to, they bet they knew how to get to the area they had been in, and if they left now their aunt and uncle probably wouldn’t even notice they were gone.

Grabbing their sweater off the back of the door, they shoved it over their head before grabbing a hair tie and messily throwing their hair into a small ponytail. As quietly as they could, they looked down at the two Eevees anxiously sitting at her feet, putting a finger to her lips before slowly opening their door. As one, they moved to the back door, again quietly opening and shutting it with a silent click behind them. In a few quick moments, they were on their bike, and the three of them were quickly moving down the dirt road that would lead them out towards the forest, in the general area of where her dream had taken place.

As they came to the spot where Teagan had followed the Skwovet, she placed her bike against the ground as Amaris and Aelius tore across the field, Teagan following as fast as they could. They moved together, once again moving branches out of their way as they moved through the forest. This time, as they neared the spot where the trees thinned, there was no mud to hold them back, but still they paused as instead they were met with a cloaked figure kneeling before a statue.

“Wha-?” she said aloud as both her pokemon rested on either side of her.






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where the goddess at?


location
The Springs



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the goddess beckons...



kaia keahi



Wilting wildflowers tickled tanned skin, willing Kaia to open her eyes. Weird.. she could have sworn she made it home to the bed and breakfast last night. Maybe she got carried away exploring? Confusion was interrupted by a faint voice,

"Please... Please, I need your help... In the springs..." Kaia furrowed her brow at the sudden sound of a stranger, rubbing her eyes as she stood up. It took her a moment to notice the patient Skwovet, who seemed to be waiting for her to do... something.

"..And who are you?" she asked with a smile, her own voice quiet against the tranquil sounds of the forest around her. However, as soon as she squatted down to get closer to the Pokemon, it scampered off into the forest.

Kaia has been curious about Windermere's landscapes, so she needed no persuading to chase after it. After a few twists and turns, and hopping over logs strewn about, the Skwovet came to an abrupt halt. Green eyes took in the dismal scenery, and it wasn't long before she frowned. How did such a place get so... decayed? Her question was half-answered once the tired Goddess appeared before her.

"My magic... it is fading..." Kaia listened to the deity in front of her, feelings of worry, curiosity, and empathy leaving her lost on what to do, or how to help. Just as Kaia found the words to utter out, the Goddess left her with instructions,

"With the others you must... find our Celebi... or this region will fall to ruin... It is only a matter of time before... the damage is irreversible..."

Suddenly, the smell of wet grass and the sounds of trees rustling in the breeze were replaced by a vanilla candle and.... a coffee machine?

"You alright, there? You never even made it to bed." The owner of the Bed and Breakfast, Anne, was already awake, even though the clock on the wall indicated it wasn't even six am.

It was a dream... And it seems Kaia fell asleep in the living room instead of in her bed. Cove was sitting on the couch by her feet, letting out a worried chirp. Did he sense it too? A warble behind her let Kaia know that Rey had been floating near her head. Kaia decided to finally respond,

"Isn't there a story of a Goddess and her Celebi.. a religion of sorts?" Her voice was groggy as the older woman walked over to her, bringing two cups of coffee. Kaia opened up her arms for Cove to hop over. Once she held him, the surfer sat up, watching Anne walk over to the pair.

The elderly woman nodded after sitting beside Kaia, "Ah, yes.. The Harvest Goddess." The mention of her name sparked a feeling of urgency, the overwhelming dread and decay from her dream creeping its way into the waking world. "The story is rather simple, really. I can tell it to you over coffee, if you'd like?"

Kaia looked down at Cove, then over at Rey, both growing more impatient by the minute. How could she sit here when there's a Harvest Goddess dying? After a moment, she looked back over at Anne,

"I'm sorry, maybe another time? I think we need to take a walk." She didn't bother to change out of yesterday's clothes. Instead, Kaia simply grabbed her backpack from upstairs, and left with a apology-ridden goodbye,

"Sorry, thanks for the coffee!"

Rey and Cove were not far behind, as Kaia tried to remember the landmarks from her dream. It took her a while, especially in the dark. But, with the help of both Rey and Cove, she eventually found the Springs, and... a hooded figure?

Was this the Goddess? It didn't... feel like her.. but what did she know? Kaia held onto the straps of her backpack, shivering thanks to the cool morning air.

Maybe I should've changed.. Shorts and a t-shirt aren't cutting it.






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Blue met purple—curious and gleaming—as Hemlock opened his eyes to greet a cloudless expanse. Confusion with the familiar tingle of interest etched its way in his expression, as the pale haired man took in his surroundings. Had the man not been hunched over in his room, lit only by the light of a flickering bulb and his loyal Lampent?

The state of his confusion he decided to blame on restlessness, opting for a careless yawn as he took in his surroundings. Memories were fleeting things, especially when adled with a sleepless mind, and sleepless was he when pouring himself into his work. Hemlock supposed he was having a peaceful dream and felt the urge to lie back down and let the grass claim him. The peering eyes of a Skwovet however, broke him from his reverie.

A smile graced his face and he gave the Pokémon a lazy wave, unbothered by it fleeing in return. It wasn’t unusual for pokemon to be wary of humans but when a strange voice echoed in his ears, he found himself growing concerned.

Someone sought his aid in the springs.

With a newfound sense of urgency, the professor dusted himself off of grass and started towards the Skowvet that had reappeared in his periphery. Where he was being led, he wasn’t sure, but something compelled him to follow it as it plunged deeper into the woods.

Hemlock had to do a double take when the Skowvet led him to a woman in the springs. Still new to Eunoia, Hemlock knew little of the Harvest Goddess but he knew enough to recognize her in all her ethereal glory, standing before him like a rose among thorns. Even with a defeated expression on her face, the goddess exuded an otherworldly majesty that left Hemlock in awe.

If he wasn’t certain before that this was a dream, he was surely certain now.

His awe turned to concern as the goddess implored with fervent pleas to find the legendary pokemon Celebi. Her magic is fading? The professor ponders, but before Hemlock could have anymore time to collect his thoughts, he finds himself waking up in warm sheets. The Windermere hotel’s ceiling greeting him as he stirs.

Never had the man experienced such a vivid dream before; was it not a cosmic sign? The manifestation of a real goddess in his dreams, beseeching him for aid, it was unheard of. Yet, Hemlock, an innately curious soul, knew he’d end up retracing the path from his dreams sooner or later. Despite the surreal nature of the situation, an inner conviction seemed to whisper to him.

With a resolute clap of his hands, the man decided that he would venture into the forest but only after breakfast. His Mimikyu was already awake, perched on the frame of his bed with concern as she observed him. “Well Mimi, it looks like we’re going out.” Hemlock announced, offering the Mimikyu an apologetic caress.

As he sprang into action, preparing his breakfast and readying himself for the day ahead, a nagging thought urged him to contemplate the situation further which he quickly brushed off— confident that a brief investigation wouldn’t pose a challenge.

The Greavard at the foot of his bed stirred and awakened to the commotion. "Come on boy, we're leaving!” Hemlock called, and both his Mimikyu and Greavard dutifully followed as he donned his long coat, stepping outside with a brimming excitement. He was unsurprised to find that his Lampent had snuck her way into his coat pocket, looking up with interest. The professor merely snickered at the sight and continued on, not wanting to waste a moment longer.

Unfamiliar with the forests of Windermere, Hemlock wasn’t certain of the exact location from his dreams, yet inexplicably he found himself in the same Springs surrounded by the same dying environment. A hooded figure knelt in the middle before a statue, prompting Hemlock to narrow his eyes.

“Who’s there?”






























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bewildered






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goddess springs in windermere






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During Elozonam's first few months in Windermere, he used to hide inside a blanket fort in his uncle's library, where he would gather all the picture books for himself to read with only a flashlight. It was a sanctuary filled with magic, mystery, and adventure that only Virtu, who was but a tiny Axew, could enter without an invitation. Among the characters he idolized was a beautiful woman with long iridescent hair and a Celebi by her side, a deity who found Eunoia and called the small farming village her home.

If someone ever told his younger self that the Harvest Goddess was not only real but also dying, he would've burst into tears and sulk for days. Unfortunately for Elozonam, he had to hear such news when he just started to reignite his passion for fairytales again.

It started off as a peaceful dream, with a gentle breeze blowing across the grass he was lying on. Small wildflowers lightly brushed over his skin like the soft caress of nature's fingertips. The rhythmic chirping of Kricketots and the distant melody of Fletchlings created a soothing symphony that embraced him in a tranquil cocoon. He reveled in having his stress melted away until a wild Skowvet squeaked and ran away.

At first, he simply brushed them off as a part of the environment. But then he heard a strange female voice of calling out for him to come to the springs. Intrigued, Elozonam followed the ethereal voice through the dreamlike meadow until he reached a clearing where a shimmering pool awaited, where the Skowvet seemed to be waiting for him. The water was crystal clear, reflecting the verdant canopy of the surrounding trees. Before him stood the Harvest Goddess, her once radiant presence now dimmed like the fading embers of a dying flame.

Though he was used to keeping face, Elozonam's heart couldn't help but sank as the Harvest Goddess spoke, her voice a fragile echo of the power it once held. She explained that the magical balance between the realms was unraveling, and her essence, tied to the very fabric of nature, was waning because of Celebi's disappearence. If he and other people whom she called were unable to find them, then it was only a matter of time before "the damage is irreversible."

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Elozonam stared blankly at the ceiling, his room only lit with moonlight since the sun hasn't risen yet. That was only a nightmare, right? There's no way he'd be worthy enough to take on such a huge responsibility. But that dream... it felt too real. It was more like he was transported to an alternative universe where Windermere was a celestial abode. Not only that, the ominous message the Harvest Goddess shared could be heavily connected to the environmental issues of Eunoia that happened within the past decades. Issues he might've contributed to.

Elozonam ran his fingers through his rose gold hair, and then turned his head to the left of left of where his Pokemon were sleeping. Virtu, now a tall and dependable Haxorus, curled up in a ball while Tilak and Morgo, the Impidimp and Hatenna who recently joined his team, snuggled together on top of her. It was one of the only moments of peace they had since coming together, due to Tilak's mischief and the duo's opposite reactions to strong emotions. Although it didn't seem necessary to force his Pokemon to follow him in the dark, he knew it'd make them more scared if he suddenly disappeared out of nowhere.

Quietly lifting himself from his bed, he tiptoed towards the group and swiftly cradled Tilak and Morgo in his arms.

"Virtu... Virtu..." Elozonam whispered softly, nudging his old friend's cheek with his elbow. She growled and raised her head in weariness. "It's time to go outside. But be very careful not to wake them up, okay?"

Despite the Haxorus weighing a ton, they were able to sneak out from his home without making too much noise. His role as a curator meant that he had to wake up early to manage his museum's artifacts, so at least he had a decent excuse for his whereabouts to his uncle or cousin. The real issue was locating the exact location in his dream, since he lived in the outskirts of Windermere instead of being close to the farmlands. There were nothing but trees around the cottage, so he never bothered to memorize their exact positions aside from harvesting berries. But there should be a round body of water if he went deeper into the woods.

After some process of elimination, Elozonam, Virtu, and a sleeping Tilak and Morgo made their way to the springs. He didn't even bother disturbing the hooded figure kneeling in front of him. Instead, he simply held his breath and marveled at the glorious statue of the Harvest Goddess, still idolizing her after all these years.




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A warmth radiated on Carter's face, and she hummed. Was it morning already? Silently, she scolded herself, knowing that falling asleep on the couch was a surefire way to ensure aching joints. Reaching out, she felt for Nesea. Carter's brows furrowed, this wasn't the scratchy fabric of the couch, nor was it the silky texture of fur. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a second, the world flashed white as her eyes focused on her surroundings. Plush grass and wildflowers partially obscured her vision, and Carter felt her stomach tie in knots.

Pushing herself up, she looked around, spying a Skwovlet watching her. It seemed just as curious about her presence in the woods as she did. Carter's hand wandered to her head, checking for injury. Maybe she had hit her head rolling off the couch and wandered out here in a daze. Finding nothing, her arm fell to her side as she tried to piece together what was going on.

"Please..." comes a voice, weak and distraught. "Please, I need your help... in the springs..."

Carter's eyes widened, swirling around to find the voice that invaded her mind. Now, she was convinced this was a dream. If not she was most definitely losing it. "Hello," she called hesitantly, her voice just a whisper. No response comes, instead, the Skwovlet steps forward slightly, its eyes shining with a weird sort of clarity. "Do you know what's going on?"

The Skwovlet only turned slowly walking away, before glancing back towards Carter. A silent command to follow. Carter shuffled standing up, quickly brushing the dirt from her hands before chasing after the small creature.

The deeper she ventures the more the flora decays, a sense of foreboding washes over Carter, and a moment before she allowed herself to turn back, she appeared. The visage of a goddess appears before her and Carter has to bite back the shout of surprise that threatened to escape her mouth.

"My magic..." the Goddess says breathlessly. "It is fading... I do not have the power to... keep this region safe anymore... Celebi, my dear friend, has not lived in our time for many years..." She wavers. "Without them, I do not have the strength to go on... With the others you must... find our Celebi... or this region will fall to ruin... It is only a matter of time before... the damage is irreversible..."

Carter felt the vision fading, "What's going on? I don't-,"

Carter woke up with a start, her heart racing. Nesea sat at the door licking her paw as if she had been waiting this whole time. Gently Carter pushed herself up, feeling the fabric of her couch beneath her fingers. For a moment she grounded herself, taking a few deep breaths. It had felt too real to be a dream, and an ache in her heart pulled her up and towards the door.

Nesea pranced along happily in front of her as if she too had a similar dream to Carter. Though she certainly seemed a lot more sure of what was going on. It didn't take long to get to the small clearing, and while she vaguely remembered the path that the Skwovlet had taken her, it seemed Nesea knew it as well. Carter stops when she notices a hooded figure sitting before a large stone. "Hello..." she said cautiously.



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A gentle breeze, both chilly and comforting, whispered through the air, as if extending a welcoming embrace to the night sky. The heavens above, draped in the soft hues of dusk, formed an expansive canvas adorned not with clouds but with a myriad of glittering stars.

Within the shadows of the dimly lit room, a curious Pokémon cautiously poked her head, an air of intrigue following behind her. Tulissa, moving with an uncertain step, approached her trainer with an apprehensive brow of confusion. It felt like just a moment ago that he was assiduously finishing the lace decal on his latest design; however, now he lay asleep, needle and thread still delicately cradled in his hands.

Her curious gaze swept the room, and there it was—an open window, ajar just enough to catch her attention. A subtle unease crept into her thoughts, a concern born of the possibility that he might catch a cold from the chilly wind that found its way inside. The docile Pokémon, attuned to her trainer's well-being, embarked on a survey of the room in search of a blanket to envelope him in warmth. Alas, her diligent search bore no fruit. Undeterred, she forged ahead, resolute in her determination to explore every nook and cranny of their temporary homestay.

Descending the stairs with caution, careful not to disturb her still-slumbering trainer, Tulissa noticed Princess in the dining space, gazing wistfully out of the window. The elegant Pokémon seemed burdened with thoughts, an aura of contemplation shrouding her. However, Tulissa, being relatively new to the group and possessed by a shy demeanor, hesitated to inquire about Princess's apparent concerns.

Opting for a different approach, Tulissa emitted a soft chirp to her more experienced companion, seeking assistance in locating a jacket or blanket. Princess, though unable to offer what Tulissa sought, nodded in agreement to join the quest, and together they set out in search of a suitable covering.

Their aimless wandering led them eventually to the bedroom, where the promise of a blanket awaited, draped over slumbering furniture. Despite their relatively small statures, Tulissa and Princess hoped that, together, they could manage to lift it. As they entered the room, their eyes fell upon Arabella, peacefully curled up in repose atop the cherished comforter.

Tulissa, mindful not to disturb her sleeping companion, hesitated, unsure how to proceed. In contrast, Princess, exuding an air of regal confidence, simply extended a poke to Arabella's cheek, a gentle attempt to rouse her from her dreams.


Arabella stirred from her drowsy slumber, but with her typically cheerful demeanor, she sprang to life swiftly, animated by the prospect of an adventure that had gathered everyone together. Tulissa, with careful explanation, outlined their mission, and Arabella, in her characteristic enthusiasm, nodded briskly, eager to lend her assistance to the collective endeavor.

With the combined strength of all three, they managed to carry the blanket to Hifumi. With careful coordination, they draped the covering over him, but the instant the fabric touched his lap, his eyes fluttered open. Tulissa was caught off guard as Hifumi abruptly rose, adroitly draping his jacket over his shoulders and slipping his wallet into his back pocket.

"It's time to go." He announced suddenly, gathering his essential belongings. With a tender gesture, he gave Tulissa a pat on the head, signaling the onset of their departure.

A brief taxi ride brought them to the vicinity Hifumi referred to as 'the springs.' Princess and Arabella had been recalled to their Poké Balls for a rest, but Tulissa, driven by a keen curiosity, chose to stay out and witness the unfolding adventure. A sense of concern etched Hifumi's face with worry, prompting Tulissa to occupy herself in the back seat of the taxi, her hands fidgeting nervously.

Upon arrival, Tulissa instinctively reached for Hifumi's hand as the two ventured into the night sky's embrace. Their journey guided them to a passage marked by a deliberately positioned statue. Hifumi's gaze fixated on it, his eyes glazed over, and his face painted with an unmistakable expression of trepidation.






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It had taken a little longer than expected for Gage to gain the trust of the rogue pack of Stantler that roamed the woods outside the small town of Windermere. They had gotten into some sort of trouble - whether a hunter’s traps or some development in the outskirts of the small town - so they weren’t too keen on being tended to by some stranger. By the time he and Domino had managed to finish bandaging up a few of their wounds it was already close to nightmall, leaving him to scavenge some of the few berries he could find in the area to make a quick dinner.

He didn’t really recall crawling into his tent to fall asleep after his dinner, nor was he really sure that he was asleep at all - all that he really knew was that his eyes slowly sprung open and he was in the forest once again, yet not exactly the same place he had been before.
”What the… Did I get into some bad berries again?”
It wouldn’t have been the first time he had devoured a patch of hallucinogenic berries and went on some sort of unintentional drug trip. Grey eyes cast their gaze over to the side to watch a Skwovet made its way over to him, cautiously taking in the sight of the outdoorsman before skittering away into the forest.

”Hey, wait little guy!”
He called out to the Skwovet, always finding it rude not to acknowledge the Pokemon around him as he attempted to stand up to his feet to follow after it. The smell of wildflowers graced his nose as he shuffled through the grass and a strange, almost glowing feeling washed over him as he pushed off his knees to his feet. Yeah. Definitely bad berries. ”Please…” Gage’s eyes widened when he heard a voice, almost desperate, calling out to him from… Where exactly? It almost sounded like it was coming from everywhere. ”Please, I need your help… in the springs…”

The Skwovet reappeared, obviously there to guide him to the voice, which he followed without question deeper into the forest. Helping whoever - or whatever - was speaking was a no brainer. He had always been a helper, even if it was more so toward Pokemon than people; still, that wouldn’t stop him from offering his hand if someone was in need. The further they traveled through the trees the more the beautiful scenery around them began to change. Gage noticed it first with the grass, slowly becoming more and more sparse and thinning. Then the flora, slowly wilting away more and more the closer they got. Then finally the springs, murky and shallow as they finally arrived at their destination.

”What the…?”
Surprise filled his voice as the vision of a woman appeared barely hovering over the water, her beauty countered by the grimace on her expression as she looked to him with desperation, the great power radiating from her seeming to slowly wither like the flora around him. ”My magic…” she began, her voice sounding reminisce of the warm voice he had heard comfort him in the river as a child, ”It is fading… I do not have the power to… keep this region safe anymore… Celebi, my dear friend, has not lived in out time for many years…” Though not a native of this region, he had heard several stories from the locals of the Harvest Goddess and by now it was most certainly who this was, dream or not. ”Without them, I do not have the strength to go on… With the others you must… find our Celebi… or this region will fall to ruin… It is only a matter of time before… the damage is irreversible…”

His first instinct was to speak out, to let her know he’d do what he can, but before he could open his mouth his eyes sprung open and he was back in his tent, Domino awake and staring at him anxiously. Maybe she knew he was going to help regardless, or maybe it was all just a dream from some berries but… THWACK! Domino’s paw smacked him on the back of the head as he jolted up, rubbing it thoroughly.
”Alright, alright! I was getting up, I’m moving - I guess you sense something is up too pipsqueak?”
His tone was endearing as he crawled out of his sleeping back, quickly breaking down his camping materials alongside Domino as they packed up their things. It was always nice traveling light, even if it meant carrying only a few essential things.

By the look of the night sky it was getting closer to dawn, an ability he had picked up while working as a ranger, but there was still a decent bit of night sky left before the sun would fully peek over the horizon. He wasn’t quite sure where he was going, but his gut seemed to pull him into a direction in the forest, his eyes steadily scanning for landmarks as they made their journey deeper through the trees. Finally there it was: the spring, similar in appearance as it was in his dream yet without a goddess and instead a stone, this time with an odd cloaked figure in front of it. He rubbed the back of his head and yawned, stepping closer with Domino perched on his shoulder.

”G’morning~”



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When Raquel woke, it was with a sneeze.

Then, a gasp at her surroundings being now entirely indoors. Bright eyes made grey by the dark skipped along a gaudy, green wallpaper whose pattern—now a comfort—she swore moved in the early morning's dimness. Its sight stilled her initial struggle for air, leaving the blonde clutching a handful of her covers close to a chest that rose & steadily fell, its rhythm not unlike the melodic voice of—what she now realized was—the dream prior. Her eyes darted between each visible appliance or piece of furniture in the inn's room in an effort to ground herself in the reality of having just woken up from such a vivid fantasy. The sight of her companions stirring to a wake beside her was the one her gaze settled on.

From the foot of the bed, her little Veil had abandoned the flower she so desperately clung onto in her day-to-day to instead hop onto Raquel's stomach. Big eyes looked up at the ex-coordinator with such a worry that Raquel's covers fell in reaching out to reassure her friend. Her Blissey—once caretaker of a young Raquel—hadn't yet rose, so she let the morning air hang still within their inn room for a moment longer as she collected her thoughts.

She hadn't dreamt in a long time.

This dream only cemented Raquel's budding belief that stress had finally taken its hold of her. In that quiet morning, all there was to do—in realizing this—was stroke at one of Veil's notched ears; like it were all she could do, she reached down to pluck & return her Pokémon's forgotten flower. In doing this, her own alertness dulled her anticipation for the day ahead; there'd be no falling back to sleep, then, she supposed.

This decided, she swung lanky legs over to the side of her bed & bit back an expletive in the clatter that followed. Head between her knees to look under the bed, Raquel found her laptop with a new dent in one of its edges & she whined at the sight. The sound this time did stir her Blissey, Lady. With a sigh her day would start, then.

It was when she stood that she thought, ridiculously, that this would not be the case. Instead, when her mind might've thought of what to wear or where to eat, her mind now could only conjure the vision of an eerily familiar fount. It didn't take long for her to recall this sight as the one she'd seen just moments ago in that dream & this made her sigh. The draw she felt toward it was not unlike the pull Raquel once endured when a stray usage of Encore came her way, compelling her to repeat herself as though to do anything else was something her mind could not even fathom.

With a huff, Raquel dug out her phone, forgotten under the covers, with the charms that dangled from it clinging rather excessively for the silence of the morning. With an aggrieved swipe of having gone through this once before, Raquel huddled under her cover while something tug at her soul to research exactly where she was being called to.

—

Her way there gave her a journey's worth of time to reflect on her day prior. It was later in the afternoon, a matter of timezones, when she was scheduled for a meeting with her manager—though, in hindsight, less a meeting & more a lecture.

The memory still clear, she remembered fixating on her desktop's files, counting pixels, while the voice of her managed turned to a lull, only fragments occupying her headspace: missed filming windows, low energy, insufficient footage. All of it pointed to her & there she remembered being: cross-legged on her hotel's bed, nodding along wherever seemed appropriate, while her mind was elsewhere.

Forgive her if, when the statue & the others around it finally did come into view, her expression was less than cheery. Instead, in finding the statue & her crowd, it went rather bewildered. There was a gathering of mismatched people too weird for Raquel's noon-to-rise self to appropriately process in that moment. Fearing the worst, Raquel crossed her arms about herself, recalled her companions, & stepped closer towards the outer edge of the crowd of what might've been a cult.

It was when some mud broke beneath her, marking her arrival with a squelch, the sound of a Poké Ball's release, & then the worried, doting sounds of her Blissey beside her. The Pokémon fussed at what had become of Raquel's shoes, while the trainer herself could only offer a pressed smile, were anyone to look her way.




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“You’re all settled, yeah? No issues, right?” A cheerful voice tinged with concern came from a phone propped up against a mixing bowl, the man on the video call looking around curiously for the person he was addressing.

“Yes, yes… You really don’t have to keep asking, I’ve only been here for a week, Ramiel,”
came the exhausted response from Vitale, clearly becoming more irritated with the conversation over his well-being. He didn’t enjoy the fact that his closest friend seemed to be masking pity for the young star and his current situation.
“If you’re done playing Kangaskhan and doting on me, I’d love to feed my Pokémon and call it a night.”
The blond man on the phone, Ramiel, playfully scoffed before continuing.

“Oh sure, you? Turning in early? You and I both know you’re practically nocturnal, you’ll be out there studying the stars before I can even properly hang up,” Vitale couldn’t help but smirk at being called out on his bluff, shrugging nonchalantly. "But fine, I’ll let you go! I’m still holding down the fort at your place and keeping an eye on Claudia— HEY! That was NOT an invitation to attack me!”

A young Zubat flittered into view, the little bat Pokémon blocking out Ramiel to vie for her trainer’s attention. Vitale wished she could see him, his eyes narrowing affectionately as he gave gentle calls of ‘hello’, ‘yes, yes, I see you’, and ‘hi Claudia’.

“Okay, okay. We’re done here. Night, V, and remember to take it easy alright? Bye.”

Vitale chuckled as he retrieved his phone to shut it off, moving back to the mixing bowl he previously abandoned. It was filled with Pokémon food and some berries, minced into even chunks. After portioning their meals Vitale set three filled bowls out on the table for his team, his Gliscor and Swoobat crying out in approval as they began to dig in.

“Don’t have to tell them twice, do I?”
He turned to his Rapidash, Selene, who was watching him with an almost unnerving stare.
“Go on you big drama queen, join them. Sorry for taking so long.”


Selene snorted dismissively, still keeping a close eye on Vitale as he began to retire for the evening. She seemed to sense something unknown to him, following as far as she could go before the singer put a hand up to stop her just before he sat down on the bed stationed only a few steps away.

“You’re even worse than Ramiel, you know that? I’m fine. …Just a bit tired is all. If you want to keep following me around, I’ll be going outside in a moment to look at the stars and you can join me then.”


Vitale had grown to admire the clear view of the night sky he had in his temporary place in Windermere, the small farming town free from the light pollution like the cities he was used to. It was a welcomed sight, one that put his mind at ease during the troubling times he was going through. It was all too easy to lose himself in the sparkling stars— to clear his head and find some sense of normalcy. These thoughts stuck with Vitale as he began to drift off, sleep stealing any chance he’d get to stargaze that night.

"Please… Please, I need your help... in the springs..."

An unfamiliar voice echoes in Vitale’s mind, startling him awake. However, he wasn’t met with a twinkling night scene he was envisioning before he fell asleep– not even the wooden roof of the home he was renting. Instead, a clear blue sky and a grassy expanse greets him. An earthy smell, one with faint signs of decay, hits his nose as he surveys the area. There was no trace of whoever called out to him, except for a lone Skwovet watching him with keen understanding. When the squirrel Pokémon takes off, Vitale does his best to keep up with the curious creature despite feeling utterly lost.

The destination it's decided on is a dilapidated spring, hidden away in the dense woods. What, or rather who, greets him is a shocking sight.

"My magic… It is fading... Celebi, my dear friend, has not lived in our time for many years… With the others you must... find our Celebi... or this region will fall to ruin…”

A woman, ethereal yet ghostly, appeared before him over the spring’s cloudy waters. Her lament only left Vitale feeling even more puzzled, his foggy head already struggling to string together the sequence of events that led him here. Hoping to achieve some clarity, the singer attempted to question the being who appeared before him, only to be met with both the piercing gaze and horn of Selene prodding him to rouse him from sleep.

“Dear Arceus– We desperately need to work on your bedside manner if you think staring right through me and nearly stabbing me is the proper way to get me up…”
Vitale grumbled, still recovering from both the shock of his dream and being awoken so suddenly. Being left with no answers didn’t help his mood either, shockingly. He leveled an accusatory glare at the Rapidash who only continued to stare at him, though this time she seemed insistent on seeing to whatever was bothering her new companion.

With a sigh, Vitale closed his eyes and pressed his head to hers, recalling what he had envisioned only moments prior. He knew better than to push away the psychic and fairy type who was far more attuned to issues both mental and mystical when she was openly offering to help, with her fickle demeanor it was a mystery when she’d offer it next. Giving a curt exhale, as if in understanding, Selene moved away from Vitale’s bedside and turned her attention to the door.

“...So I take it we’re going out? At this hour?”
Silence and more staring was the response he received.
“...I just hope the owners of this place aren’t awake yet. The last thing I need is more rumors of me skulking about…”


Reluctantly, Vitale rose from his bed and felt for the two Luxury Balls secured to the chain on his belt, recalling both of his bat-like Pokémon for the upcoming journey. Stepping outside into the chilly early morning air, he drew up the neck of his turtleneck as Selene trailed behind him. For as much as he complained, the need to find some form of closure for his grim dream was too powerful to ignore. Selene seemed to feel the same, even allowing him on her back to give direction and expedite their search.

Following the familiar sensation he felt in his dream, the two eventually stumble upon what appeared to be a state and a stranger knelt before it, their face shrouded by their hood. Unsure how to proceed and the figure’s intentions, Vitale moved a hand close to his belt and watched carefully before speaking up.

“I…assume we’re both here for the same reason, otherwise this is going to be quite awkward.”


































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    he spring smelled of decay.

    The Witch scowled. She had been gone too long and was a fool to have allowed her pettiness to get the best of her. They fought and made up all the time and yet she did not return sooner. The Witch had longed for her. Her friend, her lover, her Goddess...

    She stifled a sob at what has become of her verculum, her little spring. She has turned to stone. The Witch could not believe she had allowed it to come to this. She fell to her knees before her beloved, hands grasping the Goddess' own. The Witch felt nothing. No warmth, no magic. She knew it the moment the starlight hanging from her neck had dimmed and yet the truth was painful to bear.

    The Witch did not know how much time had passed before she heard the snapping of twigs and crunch of dirt beneath some heavy-footed human, no doubt. She ignored them and ignored the painful scratching of her knees. Nothing mattered more in this moment than her love. She pressed her forehead to the statue's cool surface and exhaled weakly. Tears have already stained her cheeks and she does not care to wipe them away.

    More began to arrive and soon it dawned on The Witch that they must be here for a reason. The sun had yet to rise from the East and so it was too early for prayer. She lifted her head and allowed herself to wonder. Is this you, my verculum? Have you sent them? For a fleeting moment, jealous burns in the Witch's heart. Why send for humans, and not her? She quickly reminded herself that she has only herself to blame. Her Goddess was pure of heart, but the Witch of Eunoia was not.

    She raised to her feet and ignored the painful throbbing in her legs. Removing the quilted hood from her head, the Witch turned to face the humans who had invaded her lover's space. She regarded them with disdain before her expression softened.

    "The Goddess has sent for you, hasn't she?" The Witch spoke and raised a finger. "Tell me."

    Pointing her finger at the scowling, red-haired man, she compelled him to answer. "A dream," he coughed out. "I saw her... in my dreams."

    The Witch lowered her hand and ignored his baffled expression. "I see." Magenta eyes fell to each of the strangers who stood before her. "She is gone. Turned to stone, as you can see behind me." She turned away and stepped towards the Goddess, the hem of her skirt dragging in the dirt. "It is the greed of humans that brought upon her downfall and yet she calls you to her aid?" The Witch shook her head in disbelief. "But she would not call just anyone..." She stopped and reached out to cup the Goddess' cheek, brushing her thumb across the hard stone.

    "The Goddess would have sought out those whose hearts called to her magic," the Witch whispered. "Who are you, then? To have entangled your soul with the Goddess' own?!"































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The redhead snapped out of his daze and turned to his side to find Teagan, Maddox's childhood best friend. Seeing them standing there suddenly made everything feel very real. Once again, he felt stupid for coming out to the springs in the first place.

Maddox nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden, unfamiliar voice of the stranger. He turned sharply on his heel and his eyes widened when they landed on the now standing figure. With her hood drawn, Maddox could confidently say he had absolutely no idea who this person was. He had never seen her in town before and he knew he would never forget someone who looked so… Fuck, he did not have the vocabulary for this.

He scowled when the woman pointed her finger in his direction, but before he could bark a response Maddox paused. He blinked once and then again. A sensation washed over him, similar to what he had felt in his dream but not quite as powerful. Suddenly he was feeling quite compliant and more than willing to answer.

"A dream,"
he coughed out.
"I saw her... in my dreams."


The spell broke as quickly as it came. Maddox stood, a bewildered expression etched into his face, as the woman began to speak. He was only snapped out of his confusion by the haughty tone in the woman’s voice. Maddox fixed his attention on her properly and his signature scowl returned before long.

Maddox bit his tongue to keep himself from interjecting. He never liked fighting in front of Teagan, but Goddess was this woman… condescending. Who was she to talk about the greed of humans? And how did she know the Goddess was really gone? Then as she reached to caress the Goddess’ cheek, Maddox hesitated. It felt strangely like he was invading a private moment as he watched her. His cheeks flushed as he felt embarrassment overcome his anger.

"The Goddess would have sought out those whose hearts called to her magic," the Witch whispered. "Who are you, then? To have entangled your soul with the Goddess' own?!"

Ah. The anger was back again. Maddox curled his fingers into fists, nails digging into his palm. He was tired of the high and mighty bullshit. Whoever this woman thought she was, she was definitely not important enough for this attitude.

“First off, who tha fuck are you?”
Maddox spat,
“Because I don’t know you and I sure as hell don’t owe you anythin’. So, why tha hell do you think you can come in here talkin’ all your weird crap and expect us to tell you anythin’?”


The woman narrowed her eyes a fraction and took a step towards him. Instinctively, Maddox held his ground despite her overwhelming presence. “If your kind cared more about the history of this region, you might already have an inkling of who I am.” She shook her head in disgust. “I am the Witch of Eunoia and I have walked these holy grounds long before your ancestors took their first breath.” She waved him away. “The Goddess may have called to you all, but I will not leave her fate in the hands of mortals who only know selfishness and greed. So, I ask you again- Who. Are. You?”

Maddox stood dumbfounded for a moment, racking his brain for any memory of a witch. Then it hit him. His ma had mentioned something about the Goddess having friends who helped her. Not exactly deities themselves, but still something more than humans. The Witch of Eunoia was one of them, then? Fuck if he cared.

“I don’t give a damn if yer some kinda witch or not. I saw tha dream and now I’m here, so that should be all that fuckin’ matters. Me and everyone else coulda just stayed home, you pretentious-”
Maddox stopped, stealing a guilty glance over at Teagan before he cleared his throat.
“Don’t matter to me whether you think I’m selfish, greedy, or whatever the fuck else. I’m gonna figure out what tha hell is happenin’.”









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Elozonam was so intrigued by the statue that he didn't notice the other people who heed the Goddess' call. Turning his head from left to right, he couldn't recognize most of their faces, though that might be because the forest was shrouded in darkness. The ones he did recognize, however, belonged to his (former?) childhood friends. On one hand, he was relieved that he didn't bring his Pokemon outside with a bunch of strangers. On another... did he deserve being called their friend? Sure, he still hung with Teagan from time to time. But since his late teens, he had only avoided Maddox out of embarrassment. It's only natural they weren't as close as a they used to be.

Despite not knowing most of his fellow dreamers, Elozonam did remember the mysterious figure as soon as she removed her hood. Bright magenta eyes, thick wavy hair, and a black dress with a translucent cape and golden golden embellishments. Those features had been present in what little records of history the Witch of Eunoia were depicted in. If the Harvest Goddess was the radiant sun that shined for the whole region, then she was the gleaming moon that could only shine for her... or so what more credible sources would say. This whole situation seemed unreal to him, and had there not been other witnesses, he'd thought he was delirious.

Unfortunately for Maddox, he was put on the spot when the Witch demanded an answer from him. And unfortunately for everyone, the conversation was already hostile on both sides. Elozonam knew how brash Maddox can get, even if his intentions meant well. But picking a fight with someone whose powers rivaled a nation builder was a recipe for disaster, a disaster he needed to stop quickly.

”Maddox, hold your tongue,” he hissed. “She's the closest person to the Harvest Goddess, so she's the one that can help us with what's happening.”

He stepped forward, cradling his Impidimp and Hatenna while Virtu stayed in her position. “Please forgive my…” he paused for a moment, wondering what he should call him. “… neighbor for what he had said. I'm not sure if everyone's dreams were the same, but I think we need to find Celebi specifically, the Goddess' companion.”

Whether it's because he wanted to save his childhood friend from danger or felt guilty about relating to her words, he attempted to pacify the Witch. "If the selfishness and greed of mortals were what caused the Goddess' current state, then that's probably why we were chosen in the first place: to atone for humanity's sins. We must have other similari-"

He looked back at everyone else, now getting a clearer view of their faces. He didn't realize that there was such a... colorful cast among them, including a few people that looked like the celebrities he saw when his cousin was channel surfing. Though baffled at his statement falling through, it's not like he could remember everyone living in the region or know their circumstances. It must be a coincidence.

“Ah, is everyone here from Eunoia? Or perhaps some of you came from different regions?”




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With no answer from the hooded figure, Shinya turned her attention towards the other people gathering around the spring. She barely recognized any of them, save for Vitale who she'd seen in a few videos. She assumed the rest were natives who had a close connection with the Goddess, but that begged the question of why she was chosen instead of any the other Eunoians in Windmere. Surely it wasn't for her battle prowess?

The only reason she could think of that would tie her to the Goddess' mission was her knowledge of the D-Day scandal. As far as the public knew, Rose, former Chairman of the Galar League, was arrested for causing one of the region's energy plants to melt down. If one dug deeper however, they would find that it wasn't a matter of mechanical failure. Rose attempted to recreate the Darkest Day by releasing Eternatus, but had no means of actually controlling it.

It was more than a bit unfair that she hadn't been around to subdue the legendary herself, but perhaps that's why she was presented with this opportunity today.

When the figure removed her hood, it was clear that she was no ordinary woman. Beyond the bright eyes and flashy outfit, she spoke with righteous authority. Though her voice was no more than a whisper, she commanded the attention of everyone in the area along with her honesty. Even if she wasn't the goddess herself, she likely knew what they needed to do next.

"The Goddess may have called to you all, but I will not leave her fate in the hands of mortals who only know selfishness and greed. So, I ask you again- Who. Are. You?”

A belligerent boy was the first to answer, his words as fiery as his hair. He demanded answers, flung insults, and said all the things that Shinya would have were she eighteen again. As much destruction as humans have committed in the world, painting everyone as greedy bastards discomforted her. She didn't forsake single use plastics to receive a lecture. Luckily, a long-haired man stepped in to mediate the situation and open the conversation to everyone else.

She shot everyone a lighthearted wave, a motion mimicked by her Rotom. "Well, I'm actually from Galar, but we did have our own fiasco not too long ago so maaaaybe I can help."
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Anticipation held him captive as Hemlock watched the figure stand. It was only when the hood lifted, revealing her tear-stained visage and magenta eyes, that Hemlock felt the involuntary release of a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He was unfamiliar with the stranger that now stood before him, but it was evident that to call her an ‘ordinary woman’ would be a term most ill-suited. Despite dried tears on her cheeks, the woman was poised and resolute, and as she spoke, she commanded attention.

"The Goddess has sent for you, hasn't she?" The stranger began and raised a finger. "Tell me."

It was only then that Hemlock acknowledged the presence of the people around him. While he had registered their arrival before, he had paid them no mind until the woman pointed at a young man with hair the colour of flames. The vulgar youth seemed a spitfire both in appearance and personality as he demanded for answers like a contentious child. Unfortunately his impatience seemed to spread to the woman, anger evident in her voice now, who quickly revealed herself to be the Witch of Eunoia. Had Hemlock not been so caught up in this new revelation, perhaps he would’ve intervened but he paused to think instead, amidst the growing tension.

Witch of Eunoia… Witch of Eunoia… Hmmm… The title was unfamiliar but most intriguing. The professor in him sparked a mental note to delve into this concept later; Eunoia, it seemed, always promised new discoveries, and the man was determined to be the one to unveil them.

Redirecting his attention back to the scene at hand, his Mimikyu chirped next to him in alarm as the brash boy only continued in his retaliation. When it seemed he wouldn’t back down Hemlock finally found the desire to interrupt, but another young man had beat him at the act.

With long hair spun of dusty rose, the figure triggered a subtle sense of recognition in Hemlock and he curiously wondered where he had encountered this man before. As the individual continued to speak, it dawned on Hemlock that this was the Windermere museum curator. Fortunately the curator was significantly better at diffusing the situation, than his spunky friend. As the curator turned around, Hemlock sensed the opportune moment to speak.

“I suppose introductions are in order.” He began, flashing his pearly whites in a wide grin. With a flair of dramatics, he executed a deep bow, his head almost touching the forest floor while his long coat trailed on the dirt. “I'm Hemlock. Professor Hemlock. I moved to Marren’s Eve about a year ago from Kantos." His Mimikyu and Lampent perched on his shoulders, perhaps adding to the absurdity of his image as he lifted his head, violet eyes gleaming.

“Charmed to meet you all, but you especially Madame Witch.” He smiled as he turned his focus towards the ethereal woman. As if on cue, his Greavard bounded towards her and circled around the witch in excitement. The canine's tail wagged as he looked up at the witch expectantly, tongue lolling from his mouth. “Ah my apologies, my friend here is just a little too eager it seems. So pure, unlike that of humans.” He beckoned for his Greavard to come back, all the while maintaining his charming smile.

“Mortals… as you prefer to call us, are indeed selfish beings and I would be lying if I said otherwise, for I’ve witnessed firsthand the destructive force of their greed.” he conceded with little difficulty, even shrugging his hands in his pockets in an almost lackadaisical manner. However the other dreamers reacted, it didn’t matter to him; People in general left a bad taste in his mouth, he supposed that’s why he preferred the company of pokemon.

“Still, there must be a reason we received that message in our dreams. My knowledge as a professor, for example, could be most helpful. Allow us the chance to assist." With these words, he extended one hand in a gesture of genuine willingness to aid the Witch— and not once did the man’s smile falter.






























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Kaia stayed quiet as she listened to the Witch, the chill of her voice rivaling that of the morning air surrounding the group. The Alolan could relate to the unseemly feeling of resentment towards greed. Witnessing the over-development of the tourism industry on Melemele Island made her more and more angry with the greed of the suits.

Did she have a right to feel that, when she ended up working for those very same people she hated so? Her thoughts were interrupted by the Witch,

"Who are you then, to have entangled your soul with the Goddess' own?!" Well, when the Witch put it like that, it all sounded so... intimate? Like they were intruding on something only the Witch and the Goddess shared. But they weren't. The angry redhead made that clear in his annoyed response.

Kaia's eyes widened at his boldness. Couldn't this woman kill him? Put him under her spell? Green eyes darted back and forth between the two before someone who knew this... Maddox? Interjected. Eventually, the others began to chime in.

One was a seemingly casual woman, who had hair a similar shade to Kaia's, "Well, I'm actually from Galar, but we did have our own fiasco not too long ago so maaaaybe I can help." Up next was a rather extravagant Professor, one who seemed to like humans about as much as the ethereal Witch did.

Kaia couldn't help but continue to observe, as the man continued, "Still, there must be a reason we received that message in our dreams. My knowledge as a professor, for example, could be most helpful. Allow us the chance to assist." What would Kaia's reason be? The surfer looked down at Cove, who looked about as lost as she was. With a sigh, she decided to speak up,

"If it's alright.. I'd like to ask about the Goddess' Celebi? Like erm..."
Kaia glanced over at the long-haired man who first brought up the Celebi, not knowing his name. She decided to wait on asking, for now,
"Our friend here mentioned, the Goddess was very clear in that we find her friend. Do you know where they were last?"


The Witch regarded her carefully. "It has been nearly a decade since I have seen Celebi myself. It traverses through time. It is likely in the past, for I do not believe it would remain in the future and leave the Goddess in such a state." Kaia's eyes widened at the mention of time travel, but cleared her throat to continue,

"Is there a way for us to like... summon it to the present? Unless uh..."
She looked around at the ragtag group,
"Someone else knows how to traverse the timeline?"


"There is." The witch narrowed her eyes. "If you mortals prove to be worthy of the Goddess' call, I will tell you how to summon Celebi."

"Right! That is a lot of power to give to a bunch of people you don't know..."
 The more she spoke with the dramatically dressed woman in front of her, the more overtly aware she was of herself, her calloused hands still holding onto the straps of her backpack for support.

It took her a moment to realize that she could come off as rude to the others, not introducing herself,
"Oh! I am Kaia, by the way. I've been traveling recently, but I'm from the Alola Region, not Eunoia."
Gesturing to the flying Mantkye, she continued,
"This is Rey, and this guy down here is Cove!"


Rey let out a happy warble at being introduced, whilst Cove calmly blinked at all the unfamiliar faces, remaining at Kaia's side.





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As the kneeling figure stood, Teagan remained silent, watching her warily. While they had long since come to terms that Windermere was full of secrets, the scene that was playing out was one that was hard to believe. The woman who stood before them, pulling her hood back to reveal an almost ethereal appearance was definitely not a tourist, nor were they a resident in town. They were sure they could never forget a face like that. The scornful expression on her face caused Teagan to hesitate, worried they had stumbled upon something they shouldn’t have in a half awake delirium, but then the woman’s expression softened only slightly as she spoke, "The Goddess has sent for you, hasn't she?" Teagan hesitated, not sure what to say for a moment before they opened their mouth to respond, but the woman raised a finger, pointing next to them, "Tell me."



Teagan’s heart leapt into their throat as Maddox’s coughing reply came from beside them, now realizing that they weren’t alone. His reply sounded off to her ear though, and a chill went down her spine at how forced it sounded spilling from his lips. Eyebrows furrowed, they lifted one of their hands as if to rest it on his shoulder, but dropped it, whipping their head back to the strange woman as she spoke once more. “I see,” the woman spoke, and as her gaze moved around the edge of the clearing, Teagan realized there were far more people here than they had originally thought, including Elo who moved forward to speak as Maddox angrily responded to the strange woman. They turned their head to look at Elo, wincing when he called Maddox his neighbor. She knew it had been a while since the two of them had been on “speaking” terms, but she hadn’t realized how bad it had gotten between them. It felt right having all three of them in the same space, like a reunion that was destined to happen, yet it felt like they all couldn’t be further apart. They spared a glance over to Maddox, frowning, but their eyes gave away the sadness they were unable to express in their current environment.



As more people stepped forward to speak to the cloaked woman, Teagan’s gaze moved from the gathered party to fall on the statue behind the woman, thankful that the other’s questions allowed them to take a moment to gather their thoughts. There was no doubt that the statue matched the appearance of that faded vision of the Goddess in her dream, and the hazy memories of pictures from their childhood. Though something about the expression in the statues' eyes made her…sad. The distraction of the odd situation they had found themselves in started to seep away and the long shadows from the forest in the dark of the early morning seemed to be stretching long fingers out as if to grasp at the stony appearance of the Goddess bathed in moonlight. Some of the desperation they had felt in their dream filled their chest again as the darkness pressed in, and they took a steadying breath to remain calm, focusing on the feeling of her pokemon at her feet and her friends nearby.



Still catching bits and pieces of the conversations happening, her gaze flicked from the statue to the woman again, taking in her appearance. Though she looked annoyed with the gathered crowd, they could see the tear stains on her cheeks, betraying the pain she had been enduring alone before their arrival. This Witch of Eunoia, as Elo had pointed out, must have been someone very important to the Harvest Goddess if such a strong woman had wept in such a way.



“It sounds like everyone has questions, and I still see some who haven’t had a chance to speak yet,” Teagan finally spoke. She grunted as she lowered herself to the ground, figuring it was going to be a long morning and wanting to get comfortable. She hoped that the sun would rise soon to chase away the long shadows that stretched from the trees. Aelius and Amaris happily scrambled into her lap, resting there and looking up at them with twin happy expressions which chased some more of their fears away. She looked up at the Witch with a slightly serious expression, “Judging that you’re conveniently here when the Goddess called upon us all, you’re the only one we can get answers from at the moment. We may only know ‘selfishness and greed’ as you said, but at least we answered when we were called.”

























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Wandering into the heart of a dark forest in the dead of night was undoubtedly an unexpected twist for Hifumi, especially considering he wasn't exactly of a nocturnal disposition. His usual routine consisted of lively daylight hours filled with town explorations, unique fabric hunts, and the discovery of creative inspirations. This left the night reserved for rest, where he often found himself draped over a chair, his sewing machine's gentle hum silenced by the quiet of the night.

To find himself ensnared by the threads of an unusual dream, compelling him to an unfamiliar area, was a rather sudden and disorienting experience for Hifumi. Battling weariness, he and Tulissa followed a path through the mysterious forest, guided only by the fleeting reminders of the statue that had beckoned him in his vision. Despite the heavy weight of drowsiness, his grip on Tulissa's hand never weakened. Together, they ventured deeper into the darkness until the dream's elusive statue appeared before them.

As he gazed over the dimly lit clearing, Hifumi's attention was drawn to the moonlight's deliberate embrace of the statue—an illuminated stage heralding the arrival of its new cast. And what a peculiar cast it proved to be. As unknown figures gradually emerged from the shadows, Tulissa sought refuge behind Hifumi's legs, finding solace in the shelter he offered. He responded with a gentle squeeze of her hand, an unspoken reassurance that he stood as her protector.

Yet, the serenity of the scene couldn't mask the undercurrent of tension that gripped Hifumi. Despite his typically cheerful temperament, this encounter was far too unsettling for comfort. A sea of unfamiliar faces stirred a caution in him, prompting him to keep a vigilant watch. No words passed his lips, for the gathering held an air of uncertainty too profound for casual conversation. In this unforeseen situation, Hifumi stood guard, both for his own sake and the well-being of his Pokémon.

Assentingly, Hifumi observed the gathering in silence, fixated on the mysterious figure tenderly caressing the face of the frozen goddess. One lost in time, and one left to mourn after. A heartfelt scene truly, but one that was disrupted from the hooded woman's abrupt anger. All too soon, fingers were pointed and words were shouted. Tulissa, sensing the tension, tightened her grip on Hifumi's leg.

Despite the unease, Hifumi chose to avert his gaze from the unsightly confrontation, directing his attention back to the statue that had summoned him. The witch's inquiries echoed questions even he could not answer. Why was he called to this place? Why had this town, in particular, become the final destination on his itinerary? Was it a mere coincidence, a convergence of trainers in response to some unseen force? Or did they each play a distinct role in a grander purpose?

Amidst the turmoil, eyes of pink met those of stone, locked in a silent exchange as if each begged the other for answers. With a resigned sigh, Hifumi redirected his attention from the sculpture, realizing it held no answers to the questions that seized him at him. Returning his focus to the group, he found the conversation had simmered into a calmer cadence. The witch, it seemed, was now more open to providing some answers, although it was evident she grappled with the full understanding of the situation herself. The revelation of Celebi being ensnared in the past, entangled in the web of time travel, sounded all too surreal.

As he pondered the unfolding scenario, a subtle division became apparent within the assembly. One faction approached the witch with gentleness, seeking to offer aid and understanding, while another group, incensed by her earlier harsh words, engaged in heated arguments.

Feeling a sense of purpose, a calling he couldn't fully decipher, Hifumi believed he was drawn to this place for a reason, even if the specifics eluded him in the fog of his thoughts. With a polite smile, he stepped forward, introducing himself to the witch.

"I am Hifumi, a lover of fashion passing through this town. And this is Tulissa." He introduced, Tulissa cautiously revealing herself from behind his legs, her curious gaze meeting the imposing figure of the witch. Although her beauty intimidated the young Pokémon, a flicker of determination gleamed in her eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the shared desire to help. Tulissa withdrew once more into her hiding place, but Hifumi sensed an unspoken willingness to assist, recognizing that the loss of one area could herald the fall of more to come.

"Though I am unsure of what assistance we can offer, let us aid you in whatever way we can." Hifumi offered, his words carrying a genuine sincerity, a pledge to stand alongside the witch in this unexpected chapter of their collective journey.






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Carter glanced around at the diverse group, noting the array of expressions that mirrored her own confusion—brought together into this inexplicable moment. Even with more questions than answers Carter found herself relaxing slightly. At the very least, whatever was happening, she wasn't alone.

The Witch of Eunoia, as she introduced herself, bore an enigmatic air. Her sheer presence exuded an otherworldly charisma that left Carter feeling both awestruck and unsettled. It was as though reality had suddenly veered into the realm of fantastical stories she'd only read in books.

Maddox, stepped forward, his voice holding a certain assertiveness that signified he wouldn't allow the witch to get away with talking down to them. Carter recognized him from the local community, having met the firey redhead when his mother had welcomed her to the town. Yet, even Maddox seemed bewildered by this unforeseen turn of events.

The voices around her chimed in with varying degrees of conviction and uncertainty. As the discussion unfolded, Carter struggled to grapple with the absurdity of the situation. Her mind raced, trying to piece together scattered bits of knowledge about the history of Eunoia and its ties to deities. But it was like attempting to unravel a complex puzzle with missing pieces. Carter experienced a twinge of inadequacy in her understanding of the region's history. Her expertise lay elsewhere, in Pokémon care and rehabilitation rather than mystical lore.

“Ah, is everyone here from Eunoia? Or perhaps some of you came from different regions?” asked a man she was unfamiliar with.

Carter hesitated before answering. Sinnoh, her home region, felt light-years away from this unfamiliar place. A part of her didn't want to answer, scared to bring up the place she had run from. But she sensed a common thread in their shared disorientation—a collective quest for understanding in this surreal moment.

"I'm from Sinnoh," she finally spoke up, her voice tempered with a blend of curiosity and apprehension. "I'll admit I am not familiar with this area or the goddess that once resided here, but I am happy to help in any way I can." Carter sought to bridge the gap, eager to contribute despite her lack of historical context. "I'm Carter, by the way. I opened the small Poké Rehabilitation Center just down the trail."



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At the others' introductions, Raquel lost their tension &, instead, she felt herself slowly defrosting. Something about humanizing a crowd had a habit of doing that for her; even back in her contest days, she tended to pick out a face in the crowd to use them as something of a spot.

The blond found herself utterly infatuated with the sight of Kaia's little Cove, her hands itching to pull her phone out to snap a photo. Idly, the thought of the little Spheal's contest potential came to her mind's forefront. If there was an 'afterwards' to be had here, Raquel made a mental note to bring up the Pokémon's potential after they were done here.

"Oh, same," spoke Raquel suddenly when a pause in conversation befell the little group after the white-haired girl spoke up about her rehab center. Correcting her implication of also owning such a center, she quickly added, "I'm Sinnoan too."

Prompted to go on when she realized the spotlight now landed on her, she went on, "Hi, hi. Sorry babe, didn't mean to, um, cut you off there. That's super cool of you though. Rehab. Actually so awesome." Clearing her throat & shifting Veil's weight to just one arm, her blonde's arm came up halfway to wave, "Um, but yeah!"

"Hiiiii"—she dragged this out—"everyone; Fumi, hey—hi, sweets," That hand came close to gesture to herself, just above the Floette's head, "Raquel. This is Veil; big girl to my right here's Lady. I do, like, contest stuff. Super niche, ahaha."

"Okay, my... two cents here is, um... Okay, honestly? I think," she now pointed her hand out at the witch & then at the farmer's boy redhead. Him, she'd met once & his name was initially lost on her, were it not for the rose-blond who'd spoken up, "You & you are both coming in a smidge hot." Her voice dwindled to say this, but she did go on, "Like, I dunno, we just met. A lot of this is honestly kinda"—the hand came up to graze the top of her head in a quick motion—"lost on me, but I think I'm gathering that this is like a prophecy thing. Um, I'll be real, I thought this only happened to kids, but I'm so down to help. Saving the trees?" The hand came back to splay at her heart as she said with a headshake, "I'm so there."

Having taken a moment to solidify herself as part of the group, she sat back on her heels with a little sigh of relief. Veil, in her arms, even leaned back herself, letting the little flower hang as her grip on it laxed.

"& I'm so sure we all agree, right?" Her eyes scanned the scene for assent.




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Despite the slow and steady arrival of person after person to the Goddess’ Spring, not one of them stopped to introduce themselves. Each of them were all seemingly awestruck at the sight of the dried up spring with the figure of the Goddess standing in stone just as she had been in his vision. Still, it didn’t keep him from noticing how odd it was that all of these strangers had shown up and just… accepted it.
”This is, uh… A little weird, yeah?”
He tilted his head to whisper to Domino who still sat on his shoulder, the small Pancham giving a nod in return to agree.

He opened his mouth to introduce himself but the hooded figure moved first, standing and turning to face them while mentioning how the Goddess had called for them. Yeah, that she did - that or he was having a trip out of his mind from some bad berries. He still wasn’t fully convinced the latter wasn’t the truth. However, at this point he had been walking around too long for it to be a dream. He was pretty sure this was the real deal.

It didn’t take long after the hooded figure to speak for things to get heated, the fiery redhead that was beckoned to answer retaliating with questions of his own. This brought forth her identity, however - The Witch of Eunoia. He wasn’t the smartest guy, nor had he ever really paid attention to any sort of history lesson while in school, but folklore? The rangers used to tell stories about these kinds of things all the time around the campfire. He had heard of The Witch of Eunoia before - or at least similar entities, beings that could breathe life through the earth with their magic. He had always believed those to just be stories, but here he was. And there she was. And there they all were. And… yeah, who were all these people again?

Almost as if on cue the cycle began, first with the guy with the long hair stepping in to diffuse the situation. Next was a woman with pink hair, followed shortly after by a professor and another pink haired girl from Alola, one of his favorite places he’s traveled. She had dug in further and managed to pull out some more information from the Witch about Celebi and how it was likely in the past.

Holy shit. Time travel? Professors? HISTORY? This was all a little bit above his grade level of education.

The individual with the two Eevees made a valid point when they mentioned that the Witch was the only one they could get answers from, which then prompted another pink haired person with a penchant for fashion to introduce themselves. A girl from Sinnoh - another outsider like himself - and then finally another woman from Sinnoh with an atmosphere he totally vibed with. A wide grin crossed his face as she spoke, nodding along vigorously as she prompted everyone else into agreeing to help.

”Yeah, I agree for sure!”
He continued to nod along as he turned his head back to the Witch, broad smile etched across his face as he took in her full ethereal appearance and attire.
”First off, has anyone ever called you the Wicked Witch before? Because that outfit is wicked!”
His eyes glanced over at Hifumi the fashion expert to see if he approved before - THWACK! He could feel Domino’s furry paw smack him on the back of the head almost instantly as he spoke, his eyes darting straight to him.
”Whaaat?”
he asked in return before Domino motioned his head back toward the Witch - and more importantly the statue behind her. Ah shit, right - he was never really good at reading a room. Or other people. Or, uh… witches.

”Ah, sorry I- I’m not good with reading situ- er, I’m not that good with…”
That last thing he wanted to do was outright say he’s better with Pokemon than People in front of the rest of the group that had amassed, but at this point he just looked like an idiot.
”Don’t worry about it actually, I apologize. What I meant to say is I’m Gage and this is Domino. We’re from Kalos, so not from around here at all. Nor am I a professor or know anything about history or Eunoia at all BUT if you need someone to climb a rock wall or go diving, I’m your guy. Regardless, I’m here to help however I can.”


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The apprehension that had initially seized Vitale began to transition to discomfort upon closer inspection of the scene before him. The figure appeared to be in mourning, hands attempting to hold the statue’s own and head hung low against the (presumably) cold idol’s forehead. He felt as if he was intruding on something personal– this was something far more intimate than a devout follower’s religious reverence. A weary sigh had escaped the stranger, a sign that he took as them having been at this for quite some time. The sight was almost pitiable– but he had to remind himself he knew nothing of this person or their intentions. Not to say their actions were an act, they seemed far too genuine for that, just having a healthy sense of caution seemed sensible in the moment. As the hooded figure rose to her feet and turned to address the small group that presumably had been afflicted with the same dream as Vitale’s, he silently hoped he’d find the clarity he was after.

"The Goddess has sent for you, hasn't she? Tell me."

Well, the hope he had for answers quickly faded in that moment and only died faster as the conversation continued.

It appeared that the woman before them, apparently someone close to this region’s goddess, hadn’t a clue as to why they were summoned either. To make matters worse, with the goddess turned to stone it seemed any form of divine guidance was out of the question.

"It is the greed of humans that brought upon her downfall and yet she calls you to her aid? … Who are you, then? To have entangled your soul with the Goddess' own?!"

The Witch’s scornful gaze and accusatory tone set the mood: this was going to be a difficult time for everyone if they couldn’t placate her and approach the subject of the task they were given with respect. The hotheaded redhead of the group– Maddox, was it? He had already spectacularly failed in that regard. Vitale couldn’t fault him too much for his outburst though, it appeared that The Witch seized his autonomy for a moment to force answers out of him. That would understandably set anyone off, but only stressed the fact that this woman was one to be cautious around. As the rest of the group began their introductions, Vitale planned his next words carefully.

“I’m afraid to say I fall into the crowd from another region, I’m a Unovian. The name’s Vitale, and the lovely steed here is Selene,”
The raven-haired singer ran the hand that had been poised to grab one of the Pokéballs on his belt across the Galarian Rapidash's mane as he spoke, both in an attempt to show he meant no harm and simultaneously calm his nerves.
“We’re staying in Eunoia for a bit and I couldn’t tell you why I’d be chosen for something like this, but I’ll do what I can to help if you’ll have me.”


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    he Witch watched each of them carefully as they spoke, heart fluttering as they offered their help one by one. She turned towards the Goddess again and sighed. The Witch did not approve of asking mortals for their aid, but they did not have time for her pride. She had to accept that.

    “The region knows of the blessings given to us by the Harvest Goddess and Celebi, but there is more magic embedded into this land than you know.” She raised her hand, palm flat and facing the sky. “I am a product of Eunoia’s magic, as is the warlock who hides away in Helmfirth. There are others, however, born from the Goddess’ magic instead. It is said that only those with pure intentions can see them. They are known as Harvest Sprites.”

    From the palm of her hand, flame was born. Within the flames was the illusion of a ruby.

    “The Harvest Sprites fell into a deep slumber, one by one, to devote their remaining magic to the Goddess as the region began to succumb to the consequences of mortals. Only they have the power to help you find Celebi, but first you must find them,” the Witch continued. “Each of the Sprites have a gem which harbors their magic. Ginger, whose power keeps the region’s flames burning hot, resides somewhere in Ashborne. Her gem, however, does not. It was lost some time before her slumber. It will need to be found before Ginger can be awakened. From what I remember, Ginger was quite fond of Beryl. I suggest you start there.”

    The Witch extinguished the flames and regarded the group with a neutral expression, although she could not hide the melancholy in her eyes. “I have work of my own to do. I will find you all when the time is right. You are on your own until then. If you have any last words before I depart, speak them now.”































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