Author's Note: New Story! Yay! Tell me what you think please! P.S, This has been edited. Just so ya know.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon

I yawned and got out of bed, rubbing sleepers from my eyes as I attempted to slip into my clothes. I like to do everything at once because it makes me feel accomplished.

I stuck a toothbrush in my mouth and tried to comb down my unruly thicket of hair. Once I looked decently presentable, I drank down a gulp of water and glanced at the mirror.

I saw the usual face, black hair and brown eyes staring back, but only when I hunched over. At six feet tall, it's hard to fit in a small, cracked mirror.

I sliced myself a piece of bread and popped it in the toaster, waiting for the ding. Once it was done, I shouldered my backpack and headed out into a blaze of sun.

I climbed the steps to the subway, which was right outside my house. I juggled with my metro card, swiped it and mumbled a greeting to someone I thought I knew.

I sat down on the hard bench and pulled out a book. I began to read, losing myself in the world. When I looked up, two trains had come and gone, and I was running late. Sighing, I stashed my book in my bag and walked to the edge of the track.

Suddenly, I was falling. I hit the ground in a heap, stunned. What had just happened? I looked up for help, but everything was going grey. A rushing noise filled my ears, and then everything stopped.

"No, no! This wasn't how this was supposed to go!" The voice sounded angry, and annoyed. The man pulled a spherical, red and white object out of the many pockets of his trench coat and looked at me apologetically.

"I'm sorry we had to meet this way, Anthony. I hope we can be great friends after we get over this incident."

There was a blinding flash of light and the man said some garbled words that sounded like "Minerva, teleport." Then, all I saw was darkness.

I blinked my eyes as I came to, and quickly shut them, because I did not like what I saw. I was soaring far above the earth, on the back of a blue and red winged dragon.

I took one peek from the side of the massive monsters back and saw the dizzying sight of clouds, so giant and fluffy that I looked like a field of icebergs, high in the sky.

I squealed and scrambled back to the center of the beast earning a snort of contempt from the giant monster. I slammed into a man, who was lying on his back, staring up into the troposphere.

Without giving me a look, he said to me, "Isn't it beautiful?" He motioned to the sky, gesturing at a flock of odd birds.

I had never seen birds that looked like them, asked, "What are those?" The weird man remained quiet before replying.

"Have you ever wanted to break out of life's cycle? To never have to do what you always do? Never go to school? Never be forced to do homework? Live your life outside what people expect of you?" I looked at him with incredulity, because this thinking mirrored what I had been thinking for years. 'Course, this isn't very uncommon.

I responded in a shaking voice, perturbed that the man had thought so similarly to me. "Yes. All the time! How did you know that I-"

The man cut me off, and rolled over on his stomach, staring right at me. I flinched, seeing the scar that ran down his temple to his mouth, a fierce prize from a bloody battle. Or shaving. One of the two. "Would you be willing to give up everything for it?"

I was taken aback by the severity of his voice, by the shrewdness, and lying underneath, the pain. I thought about it. Now that everyone thinks I'm dead, why not? Of course, it's not as easy as that. What would happen to me without my parents and family? Will I be strong enough? I came to a decision and took a breath. "Yes." That one, simple word changed everything. My life would never be the same again.

The strange man looked at me and laughed. "Well, then," He boomed. "That's great, because we're already here!" He gestured around him, but I saw nothing but the clouds. He looked and did a double take. "Oops, my bad. Salamence, take us down."

The name struck a chord in me, kindling childhood memories. "Salamence. Where have I heard this?" After the giant dragon took us down, however, I remembered in a flash. The rolling landscape was amazing. Flowers of enormous size and wonderful color dotted lush green hills. Beyond the hills lay a forest of mountains, tall and looming above towns nestled in the crooks of the cold and forbidding behemoths. Around the peak of each mountain was a halo of clouds, adding to the magic of the scene. Far to the right of the hill lands, lay a turquoise sea. Flocks of strange seagulls were flying low over the ocean, kicking up a spray of salty water. People were playing on the beach, but from this height, they seemed as small as ants, scurrying about.

"You want to see it closer?" the man asked suddenly.

I responded with a nod, entranced by the scene before me. I was snapped out of my state of stupor, however, when the man brought down his dragon at a terrifying speed. My father had once tried to cure my fear of heights by taking me skydiving. This hadn't worked for some reason, and only made it worse. On top of this, I developed a fear of falling. Now, I was doing both.

"Blargh!" I yelled, but my scream caught in my throat by the rushing onslaught of air. The adrenaline rush was astounding; my entire body felt like it was unstoppable. Unfortunately, there was nothing that I had to stop, other than the giant dragon dive-bombing the ground at a speed of 500 miles an hour. Suddenly, before I could blink, we were floating again, like nothing had happened. That was when I was hit by the most beautiful, strange and wonderful sight I had ever seen.

The hills were even more beautiful up close, taking my breath away by the green tablecloth that was spread among the hills, hugging every contour and curve. Along the side of the hills, however, came the strange part. A pair of orange horses was galloping along the side of a hill, an orange glow around them. When I looked closer, I saw there wasn't an orange glow. The two pretty horses were on fire! I gasped and sat up, startled.

"Horsie on fire! Horsie on fire!" I yelled, pointing frantically at the burning ponies, who were completely oblivious to their dire situation.

The scarred man rolled over and turned a lazy eye at the spectacle. He looked back at me with a sigh and said, "I guess I'm going to have to teach you, won't I?"

I was confused. "Teach me what?"

"This," he responded with a sigh and a gesture all around him. "This is the world of Pokémon."

I blinked, one, twice and then asked a simple question. "What's that?"

The man sighed, rubbing his head and saying, "Why is it that I always get the newbie? Frank always gets like the masters of the video games but NO, I get the guy who lived under a rock." He shook his head and prepared to explain something. Then, he stopped and grinned.

"Here, you'll learn better on your own." The man handed me a red and white ball.

He then brought out one of his and said, "Here's the basics. This is a poke ball. This contains a Pokémon. They are your friends and to be trusted and treated as such. Except a super powerful friends that can destroy your enemies and kill you easily." He paused for breath before continuing.

"Pretty much, you use one to fight by commanding it to use a specific move. Pokémon can evolve into a different Pokémon and learn new moves. I have given you an Abra. It knows Confusion, Teleport and Fire Punch. The rest, my friend, I leave to you." He brought out his ball and threw it high in the air. Out emerged, in a twinkle of stars, a blue and red Pokémon, or what I assumed was a Pokémon.

"Teleport," He said simply. The Pokémon wrapped its arms around him and vanished, along with the dragon. I began to freefall to the ground.

As I fell towards the ground, all because of the man, whom I had never been told his, I fumbled around in my pocket. My hand closed around the sphere that may or may not save my life.

"Go, whoever you are! Save me!" I screamed as loud as I could.

The ball rotated, once, twice, before popping open to reveal a floating figure, it's arms crossed.

"Abraaaa" it said, before noticing my situation.

"Braaa, bra"! it shouted, obviously under intense concentration. Then, its eyes turned blue, surrounding me with a blue aura that held me up, suspended in the air. I gazed around in wonder, my thoughts wandering before,

"Want to do something fun?" My Pokémon asked me. I recoiled, amazed.

"Did it just talk in my head?" I wondered to myself, in my head.

"Yes, yes I did." The smart aleck Pokémon's voice resounded in my head, like an echo in an empty cave.

"Fine…. You."

"What was that? Is that my new name? Okay. I like my name. I am You!"

"Wait," I responded, surprised. "I can name you?"

"Duh! What are you, a newbie?" the Pokémon chortled.

"Maybe…."

"Really? Oh, great! I want to adventure and explore and now I belong to a new guy? Just great!" The Pokémon snorted and its concentration slipped. I plunged a few feet before the abra caught me and hauled me back up.

"Whoa, whoa whoa." I said, taken off guard by the Pokémon's resentful tone. "You can still adventure and I thought of a name for you.

"Really? You mean it?" The abra's slanted shut eyes were filling with tears. It suddenly gave me a hug.

"Thank you! Thank you! What's my name going to be?"

I thought for a moment. "Houdini. He was an amazing magician where I come from, so since you are slightly magic, that's what I'll name you. Okay?"

"Houdini? I like the sound of it. Okay, from no on, that's my name! Anyway, we're going to have a great time in this…. Well, I think it's the Hoenn region! That's what my pokéinstincts tell me, at least." The bipolar abra clapped his hands happily.

"Off we two heroes go! An adventure awaits! Tralalaalalala!" I groaned. This was going to be even worse than our family trip to the Grand Canyon. Days of driving to get to one place. But… that one place was a hell of a sight to see.

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