A/N: I don't know how my brain comes up with these crazy ideas, but it does. I don't own PJO.

Percy Jackson awoke, but then again, he had never exactly properly slept. Today was the big day, his twelfth birthday.

He didn't need to get dressed. He'd slept in his clothes. As he rushed down, he tried not to notice the state of his house. The wood was breaking in places, and there was a good reason for that. His mother raised him alone, and this was all they could manage.

That was going to change, he thought. The moment he entered the living room, he flicked on the TV. They were doing another special on Team Titans, a rebel group that seemed to be getting bolder and bolder. But that wasn't what Percy wanted to see. He endured twenty minutes of mumbling just for the last thirty seconds, the Elite Four Champion pronounced that Team Titans wasn't going to be doing any more harm and all was well.

Percy took a moment to study his face. It was the face of someone who was old, maybe in his forties, but at the same time was at the peak of his power. It seemed for some reason that that face had remained like that for an eternity.

Percy turned off the television. His mom probably wasn't awake yet, and he had no mind to go and disturb her.

As he ran outside, he shouted at the time of his lungs, "Elite Four Athena! Elite Four Ares! Elite Four Hades! Elite Four Poseidon! Elite Four Champion Zeus! I'm coming for you!"

His echo carried itself all around Half-Blood Town. Percy kept running after that, his mind occupied with the Olympians.

Everyone knew that there were thirteen Olympians. Everyone knew that. What fewer people knew was that eight of them were the gym leaders in the Olympia region. Fewer knew that the most powerful five made up the Elite Four, with Zeus at the top. They made all the decisions regarding the region, they were the sole rulers of the land.

Percy's father had mentioned them. That was one of the few things that Percy had learned about his father from his mother. All she would say was that he was a powerful trainer who had sought out the Olympians, but never returned.

That was why Percy knew he had to do what he had sought out to do. He had to defeat the Olympians, collect all eight gym badges, defeat the Elite Four, and become champion.

But for that, he needed a Pokemon first. He knew that his next-door neighbor, Annabeth, had probably already gotten hers. It was odd just how similar they were: Both of them were searching for one parent, and they knew that the Pokemon League held their answers. But the similarities dropped there. Annabeth was a lot smarter and level-headed than Percy, but that wasn't going to stop him.

Breathless, he beheld Professor Chiron's laboratory. It was probably the most magnificent building in Half-Blood Town. But Percy wasn't here to admire the architecture.

He burst through the doors and saw Chiron. The old teacher was still in his wheelchair, running through various experiments and ideas that he had. But the moment that he saw Percy, his face fell.

"I knew you would come here," Professor Chiron said. He looked sad for some reason. "I'm sorry about this, but there aren't any Pokemon left."

"What do you mean?" Percy asked. He had known there were three, and the lab didn't even open until eight. He had come two hours early just to ensure that he would have the leisure to choose.

"Three people already came Percy," Prof Chiron said. "I'm afraid that I can't help you with anything."

Percy was devastated to say the least. He had waited for this day for so long, and he was going to have to go back home empty-handed.

"It may not be as bad as you think," Prof Chiron said. "It may even be for the best." Percy felt a lead brick slide into his stomach. Even Prof Chiron thought that he would never be good enough.

"That's not what I meant!" Prof Chiron said, reading Percy's expression. "I just mean that Percy, you're not normal."

"Thanks for the reminder," Percy said, trying to hold back tears. Prof Chiron wanted to say something else, but Percy ran out of the lab before he could.

He burst into his house. He saw that his mom was already awake. She seemed to have read Percy's face and knew immediately what was going on.

"Percy, I wanted to give you this," she said. She held a small object which looked like it was a chunk of the sea. "I never wanted to tell you this, but this is from your father. He insisted that you should have it once you come of age."

She tossed it to Percy. He saw that it was a Pokeball.

"Your father's favorite."

Percy knew what he had to do. He also knew what his mom was going to say.

"I-I have to do this," Percy said. "There's no other way." Percy's mother didn't protest too much, which surprised Percy. It was as if she had known that Percy was going to go away like this one day.

"Just be careful," she said. "I don't want to lose you. You can always come back home if anything happens."

Percy nodded, but he knew that he was on a deadline. The others would have already started. This whole thing was a race, and not a race that he was prepared to lose.

Percy took five minutes to pack his essentials. He was then out the door. Percy thought that his first order of business was to head towards the fields. He needed to collect many more Pokemon if he was going to be the best.

He had barely taken a few steps into the field when someone said something behind him. Percy whipped around and saw a kid who was around his age, with blonde hair.

"When trainers meet, they battle," the boy said. He didn't wait a second before sending out his own Pokemon, a small yellow mouse.

Pikachu, Percy's mind registered. Percy then realized with a jolt that he had never bothered to check what Pokemon he had gotten. But there was no more time for that now.

Percy released his Pokeball and to his horror saw that it was a fish. He didn't remember what kind of Pokemon it was, even though he had tried his best to memorize their names all over the years, but he could tell it was a water type. The worst possible scenario.

The other trainer seemed to have noticed. He smiled, but Percy could tell that no matter how nice he was, he wasn't going to show any mercy.

The other trainer tried a Thundershock, but it did nothing. Confused, he tried it again.

It was then that Percy realized that he did recognize the Pokemon. Whiscash, water and ground, and so immune to electric moves. He had read that it could cause both earthquakes and tidal waves.

For some reason, earthquakes and tidal waves, the idea of both, seemed to connect him with his father somehow. Didn't his mom tell him that it was his favorite Pokemon? Perhaps that was the reason.

"Magnitude," Percy said. The opponent's Pikachu fainted. The other boy looked disappointed, but at the very least he wasn't a sore loser.

"I'm Jason," the boy said. Percy could see it in his eyes: something of the same fire that he felt in himself. If the circumstances had been different, Percy thought that maybe the two could be friends.

Jason withdrew Pikachu and headed towards the lab. He was probably going to get healed. Percy though, knew he had other things to do, but something inside him told him that he hadn't seen the last of Jason yet.

"Gym Leader Apollo at Delphi," Percy said. That was his next target.