The Adventures of the Pokémon Trainer

Chapter 1

Steel's POV

Okay, so it wasn't my idea to be sucked into an inter dimensional portal and to end up in the midst of a raging thunderstorm, but, then again, it wasn't my idea to get the radio tower back from team rocket, or to be the one whom Ho-oh would appear to.

It's not that I'm not happy that I did those great things, but sometimes I wish I could just have a normal day.

So when professor Oak called me up to test out this new portable Pokémon storage system (PPSS for short) from Bill, I thought I could just have a normal day. But noooo, my Palkia, Dialga, and Giratina just have to go crazy right as I receive the PPSS from professor Oak, and create and inter-dimensional portal with their super special universe distorting abilities, and suddenly I end up in an alternate universe. I was lucky to get them back into their pokeballs before I was sucked into the portal.

Anyway, back to my predicament. So I was face down on the ground with a thunderstorm raging all around me. Then I heard some footsteps, and somebody picked me up of the ground.

"Are you ok?" asked a boy whom I can best describe as being half human, half Mareep. "Yah, I'm ok," I responded still to dazed to completely find his appearance odd.

"You fell out of the sky from a pink, blue, and yellow portal!" he yelled. "Who are you?"

"Steel Fishjelly" I responded. He looked puzzled, but didn't have time to ask about my odd name, because, right then, a load roar came from behind him.

"Styx" he muttered, "Come with me!" Not wanting be left behind with whatever was chasing him, I followed.

Percy's POV
Grover stood framed in the doorway against a backdrop of pouring rain. But he wasn't… he wasn't exactly Grover.

"Searching all night," he gasped. "What were you thinking?" My mother looked at me in terror-not scared of Grover, but of why he'd come.

"Percy," she said, shouting to be heard over the rain. "What happened at school? What didn't you tell me?"

I was frozen, looking at Grover. I couldn't understand what I was seeing.

"O Zeu kai alloi theoi!" he yelled. It's right behind me! Didn't you tell her?

I was too shocked to register that he'd just cursed in ancient Greek, and I'd understood him perfectly. I was too shocked to wonder how Grover had gotten here by himself in the middle of the night. Because Grover didn't have his pants on-and where his legs should be… where his legs should be…

My mom looked at me sternly and talked in a tone she'd never used before: "Percy. Tell me now!"

I stammered something about the old ladies at the fruit stand, and Mrs. Dodd's, and my mom stared at me, her face deathly pale in the flashes of lightning.

She grabbed her purse, tossed me my rain jacket, and said, "Get to the car. Both of you. Go!"

Grover ran for the Camaro- but he wasn't running, exactly. He was trotting, shaking his shaggy hindquarters, and suddenly his story about a muscular disorder in his legs made sense to me. I understood how he could run so fast and still limp while he walked.

Because where his feet should be, there were no feet. There were cloven hooves.