Rhea was use to the occasional weird experience. Seeing a winged horse on the roof of a school? Seeing a mechanical golden bull trudging down the street? To when she was younger, trying to convince the other kids that she had a tail, and horns though they swore they never saw them. That she could handle. But everyone, to Grover and to Mr. Bunner saying that Mrs. Dodds never existed, that only Ms. Kerr- a perky blonde woman wearing a large green hat, whom Rhea had in her life never seen until she got on their bus at the end of the field trip.

And yet, everyone swore she had been their algebra teacher since Christmas.

Rhea knew that was wrong though, with all the times she would spring a Mrs. Dodds on Grover, making him trip and sweat. Grover couldn't fool her, being the terrible liar that he was. But Rhea didn't have much time to think of it during the day, as the freak weather continued, not helping her mood at all. One night, a thunderstorm blew out the windows in her dorm room while a few days later, the biggest tornado ever had been spotted in Pledge Grove. The current events they studied in Social Studies was the unusual number of small planes that had gone down in sudden squalls in the last year.

Feeling cranky and irritable most of the time, Rhea had to focus more, gaining headaches to keep her grades slipping from Bs to Fs. She had gotten into more fights with Nancy and her friends, being sent out into the hallway in almost every class.

And finally it all came to head, Rhea being sent into the Headmaster's office, after her English teacher, M. Nicoll, asked her for the millionth time why Rhea was too lazy to study for the spelling test. Rhea had snapped, anger boiling to a point as she had told him time and time again that she was dyslexic and each time he had scoff and said she was lying.

She hated being called a liar.

"You called him an old sot," Headmaster Cheron stated, pushing up his glasses that were slightly slipping off the bridge of his nose. Rhea was sure he was doing that to make the glass reflect the light.

Squirming, Rhea shrugs her shoulders, "I don't know what it means,"

"It means, Miss. Jackson, an old drunk," Rhea grimaces at this, wondering if this was it. Was he going to send her mom the letter, telling her Rhea would not be invited back next year to Aspertia Academy. "But… you do have a good reason for it." Rhea's head snaps up at this, eyes wide, "Mr. Nicoll knows that you are dyslexic and him calling you lazy was out of line. We had many talks before about his treatment of you, and I assure you, he won't be working here anymore,"

Rhea stares at him, startled, "You mean… you're not expelling me?"

Headmaster Cheron smirks, "Now what an odd thing to say. Miss. Jackson you are one of our most prize students, and besides your… protective streak and your reaction to those who harm your friends, you are an excellent student. Why would I give that up?" He smirks at her making Rhea giggle a bit, "But I did bring you here to talk to you, Rhea," he leans forward in his chair, "As you know, now that you reached the age of twelve and after passing the tests, with high scores may I add. You have now gained your license. With how well your battle skills have improved in your battling class by an amazing amount, I think its time you go on a journey of your own,"

Rhea's eyes widen at this, staring at the Headmaster in surprise. It isn't like she never thought of it, going on a journey. Every kid has dream on taking their first starter and going across Unova, collecting the gym badges. Rhea was the same, ever since she first discovered what a trainer was, that is what she wanted to do in her life. To go out on the road and explore what the world had in store… and yet her mama… Rhea love her mama more than anything but she was overprotective, it had been a surprise to Rhea that she had sent her to Aspertia Academy at all with how far away from Castelia City it was. "Though maybe papa could convince her…" Rhea thought, smiling softly at the man that became her papa in all but blood. But she shakes her head, pulling out of her thoughts to pay attention to what Headmaster Cheron was saying.

"I'm suggesting that you take a year off from studying, go out the road, start building up your team and train more than just Murphy. And," his smirk softens into an actual smile, "And I don't doubt that if you do well, you may find an invitation to Blueberry High Academy,"

Rhea chokes at this, not fully believing what he just said. Blueberry High Academy was...new, only about ten years old. Founded by Cyrano Blurbert, the academy has prove that while its establishment was new, that if anyone wanted to make Pokemon Training their career choice, Blueberry High was the place to go. Unova had been on a bit of a dry spell with new fresh trainers that were good at Pokemon battling, thanks to the former Champion, Alder Lauro. Who had mention in his interview, many years ago before Rhea was born that he had nether bother with going to a high school, or even completing his standard education after getting his Trainer license.

That remarked had brought a surge of many trainers, following his example, which then brought a backlash when they didn't do well on their journey. Only 1 out of 30 starting trainers made it to the Vetress Conference during those years, which hurt them greatly after the War.

40 years ago, a group rose above all the other criminal groups of Orre calling themselves Team Cipher. They along with Team Snagem had slowly taken over, very easily due to not only their lack of an organize region but also because of their Shadow Pokemon. Pokemon who had become soulless fighting machine due to a procedure that closes the doors to their heart. These Pokemon are not hesitant to attack with full force and even attack humans with no remorse. When they had full control of their region, Team Cipher turn their attention to the rest of the word, bringing forth a world war that was the most brutal one in all the League's history.

Hundreds of people and Pokemon had died, having fallen in the violent battle and every region had suffered casualties. Kanto and Johto now consisted of children and older individuals, their generation gap so big. Hoenn lost most of their gym leaders, children either having to take their parent's places much too early or even having to ask other regions to spare one of their non-Masters Circuit Gym Leaders. Unova though...cut off its borders, not to the extent of Fiore and Almia… but they wouldn't allow any outside trainer to participate in their League for the next 20 years. Eventually, it was thank to a skilled agent from Snagem itself that brought down Cipher, using a device that was never full explained and a girl who could identify the previously unrecognizable Shadow Pokemon.

"Though… even now we still have the war effecting us… some people call Trainers that come here from other regions boonies… but its slowly getting better," Rhea thought to herself, thinking how after a few years the world settled down even as it slowly took time to resembled some normalcy. The number of trainers that have participate in the Vetress Conference have grown over the years, thanks to not only allowing the borders to be reopen but also due to Director Cyrano's academy, "You really think I could go there?" Rhea asked, staring at him with her gold and green eyes.

Cheron smiles softly at her, and she could see a bit of sadness shimmering in his own eyes. "I believe you can, Miss. Jackson, I truly do."

"Can you believe what he said, Murphy?" Rhea smiles, feeling much lighter as she carried the Oshawott towards the academy training fields. "He said we could be able to get into Blueberry High Academy! He thinks we can do it!"

"OSHA!" The otter cheers, waving his arms rapidly, a huge smile on his face.

"I'm just glad that I wasn't kicked out," Rhea whispers, setting him down, "it would have been my sixth school in six years, and I hate having to make mama look for a new one that would take me in. I mean sure, we probably won't be coming next year… but at least I still have a place here," Rhea frowns though, wondering if her mama would allow her to go on a journey. It had taken her papa many hours to convince her mama to allow her to go here… and Rhea didn't know if she would want to leave. She would miss the view of the woods out of her dorm window, the river in the distance, the smell of pine trees in the air. "There's also Grover to worry about," and Murphy chirps in agreement. Grover, while a little strange and was lying to her for some reason, was a good friend. The both of them were worried how he would survive next year without them blocking Nancy and her group.

"Ok…" Rhea whispers, pulling out her Pokedex. It was a model six, and slightly cracked at the screen but still very usable. Though many still tease her about not having the newest Rotomphone. She held it up to Murphy, who stood still under its lens.

Oshawott: the Sea Otter Pokemon. Oshawott attacks and defends using the scalchop that can be removed from its stomach, which isn't just use for battle, it can be used to break open hard berries as well.

This Oshawott is male and level 12. The moves its know are: Take Down, Tail Whip, Water Gun, Focus Energy. Its Egg Move: Night Slash has not been unlocked.

"Ok then," Rhea mutters, sitting down, and strolling through the lists of moves Murphy could learn, "I'm pretty sure we're close to unlocking your Egg Move soon, we just need to begin the process. So I think the best idea to do that, is to get you started on Swords Dance, and afterwards, Dig," Murphy looks at her in a disgruntle sort of way, forcing a laugh out of her, "Oh don't give me that look! Just imagine the look on someone's face when they try to hit you with a thunderbolt or something but you evade it by digging underground,"

"Osha," Murphy rolls his eyes, but chirps happily as she rubs his head, scratching behind his little ears. But he pulled off his scalchop and begins to swing it about, Rhea quickly take a step back before her ankles could get hit by the hard shell. Murphy's face was scrunched up, trying to focus on pulling at the little bit of aura from the shell and let its strength power his own body.

Smiling, Rhea ponders a bit more about the academy. Besides her training classes, she would miss her history class, Mr. Bunner's crazy tournament days and his faith that she could do well.

That evening, after she and Murphy finished training for the day, Rhea headed towards the faculty offices. She was hoping to talk to Mr. Bunner about the test, see if he could give her any pointers. While Rhea knows the difference between Chiron and Charon, or Polydictes and Polydeuces, she was worried that she would still misspell them, or heavens forbid accidentally write down the headmaster's name. She would at least apologize for the B she might gain instead of the A he expected from her due to the letters doing one-eighties as if their skateboards.

"I just… don't want him to think I didn't try," Rhea thought as she walked past the dark and empty offices, towards Mr. Bunner's whose door was ajar, light from his window stretching across the hallway floor. Just when she was three steps from the door handle, Rhea heard Mr. Bunner softly asking a question, and surprise hit her when she heard Grover's voice, "I'm really worried about Rhea, sir,"

Stopping in her tracks, Rhea stares at the door, biting at her lip. She slowly inched closer, her ears flicking as she listens more closely, "She shouldn't be alone over the summer break. I mean, a Kindly One in the school! Now that we know for sure, and they know it too,"

"We will only make matters worse by rushing her," Mr. Bunner stated, "We need to wait a bit longer...while Rhea is mature, I rather not draw more attention to her… at least not while in this situation,"

"But we may not have time! The summer solstice deadline-"

"Will have to be resolved without her. Let Rhea enjoy her ignorance while she still can,"

Rhea hears Grover whimper, and then heard him stopping his foot on the ground, like he usually does when he was upset or angry, "I can't fail again… I won't!" Grover bleats.

"Grover if this is about your future, you haven't fail-,"

"Its not about my future! I don't care if I never get my license!" Rhea pulls her head back startled at the anger in Grover's voice. She had never heard him this angry before, except for the time when someone had litter in front of him, "Rhea is my friend and I am worried for not only her safety but also her mind! You gaslighting her that Mrs. Dodds never existed is wrong and even Bianca says so. If it was anyone else you would have taken her to,"

"Because now is not the time," Mr. Bunner said kindly, but sternly, making Grover fall silent. He sighs, "I should had seen her for what she was...but for now, let us worry about keeping Rhea alive until next fall,"

Suddenly the door let out a loud creak and Rhea curses in her head, realizing it was due to her having accidentally lean into it when trying to listen closer. Mr. Bunner went silent, and with her heart hammering, Rhea backed down the hall. A shadow slid across the lighted glass of Bunner's office door, the shadow of something much taller than her wheelchair-bound teacher, holding something that looked suspiciously like an archer's bow. Looking around, Rhea quickly opens the nearest door and slips inside, just as the sound of a slow clop-clop-clop, like muffled wood blocks, before what sounded like an animal snuffling came right outside her door.

Sweat trickled down her neck as a large dark shape paused in front of the glass of the glass before it moves on, "Nothing," Mr. Bunner spoke somewhere in the hall. "My nerves haven't been right since the winter solstice,"

"Mine neither," Grover agreed, "But… I could have sworn..."

"Go back to your dorm," Mr. Bunner told him, "You've have a long day of exams tomorrow,"

Grover groans, "Don't remind me," he begs as the lights went out in Mr. Bunner's office. Rhea waited for what seem like forever in the dark before she slipped out into the hallway, her yellow and green eyes wide in horror. Numbly, she made her way to her dorm room, ignoring her roommate who she never really bothers to talk to and started getting ready for bed.

"Grover and Mr. Bunner were talking about me… they think I'm in some kind of danger...danger that could possibly kill me. Oh Lady Athena please give me the strength to keep those who I love from whatever may come.. please give me wisdom so that I may survive the outcome," Rhea thought, praying to the Goddess who papa prays to. She didn't believe in the Gods, not in the way that her parents did, but it gave her some comfort.

"Time, class. Pencils down and bring your tests forward please," Rhea sighs, rubbing her eyes after the three-hour history exam. Slipping out of her chair, Rhea looks back when Mr. Bunner calls her back inside.

For a moment fear struck her, worried that he had found out about her eavesdropping the night before, but that didn't seem to be the problem. "Rhea… none of this is easy. Not for you, not for any of us," his tone was kind, but the words still embarrassed her. Even though he was speaking quietly, the other kids leaving the room could hear, Nancy being one of them snickers, making sarcastic little kissing motions with her lips.

"Okay, sir," Rhea mumbles, looking down at her feet.

Mr. Bunner sighs, wheeling his chair back and forth, like he wasn't sure what to day, "Rhea… I have seen a lot of young people go through this sort of thing in my time but of all of them… I suspect that you might have the most difficult journey… I suspect that you are special… so much more than you know…"

"Just stop," Rhea felt her eyes sting, her hands curling into fists, "I don't need any more stories about how special I don't realize I am," she blurts out, glaring at him for doing this in front of the whole class, where they could hear about how not normal she was.

"Do you like having mush for brains?"

"Face it, reject,"

"You'll always be a loser,"

"They aren't helping…. Thank you, sir, for reminding me that," and without another word, Rhea turns on her heel, ignoring Mr. Bunner calls to come back. She quickly headed into her room, grabbing her suitcase and stuffing her clothes in it.

The other girls were joking around, talking about their vacation plans. One of them was going on a hiking trip to Mt. Coronet. Another was cruising the Alola Region for a month. They were her age, but they were rich, coming from families that were either gym leaders, executives or ambassadors, even celebrities. One of them though, turn to her and ask what she planned to do, "My mama is probably going to take me to the beach cabin we rent out for a weekend...while my papa will take me out camping for a month," she grins a bit, chuckling, "He's probably going to try and teach me how to shoot a bow again,"

"You can't shoot a bow?"

Rhea shakes her head, "No… I'm terrible at it. I almost shot my papa in the leg and he was right behind me," she laughs a little, "And yet each summer he keeps trying to get me to learn to shoot. I don't mind, I'm just worried I'm actually going to kill him one of these days." the other girls laugh, but soon they went back to their own conversations as if Rhea never existed.

Hours later, Rhea was boarded onto a Mightyena heading straight to Castelia City. She wasn't alone, instead of saying goodbye, Grover had book a ticket to Castelia on the same bus as Rhea had. So there the both of them were, together again, heading into the city.

Rhea turns her head, watching as Grover kept glancing nervously down the aisle, watching the other passengers. It occurred to her that he's always acted nervous and fidgety when they left the academy, as if he expected something bad to happen. "I always thought he was worried that he would be tease… but there isn't anybody to tease him…" But Grover, he was all but trembling in his seat, clutching onto Lily's Pokeball in his hand that Rhea was afraid he would crush it.

"Looking for Kindly Ones?" Rhea asked after no longer being able to stand it anymore.

Grover nearly jumped out of his seat, looking at her with surprise, "What...what do you mean?" he stutters, faltering at her glare as she confessed about eavesdropping on him and Mr. Bunner the night before. His eye was twitching as he swallows, "How much did you hear?"

"Oh not much…" Rhea leans into her seat, eyeing him in the corner of her eye, What's the summer solstice deadline?"

Grover winces, "Look… Rhea. I was just worried for you, see. I mean, hallucinating about demon math teachers…"

"Grover,"

"And I was telling Mr. Bunner that maybe you were overstressed or something, because there was no such person as Mrs. Dodds…"

"Grover you are a really bad liar,"

Grover's ears went pink when she told him that, and his shoulders slump. Slowly, from his shirt pocket, he fished out a grubby business card. "Just take this, okay? Just in case you need me this summer,"

Rhea frowns, looking at the card that was trying to murder her eyes due to the fancy script, but after a few minutes she was finally able to make out.

Grover Underwood

Keeper

Thysia Hill

Atalanta Cove, Humilau City

(800) 009-0009

"What's Thysia…"

"Don't say it out loud!" Grover yelps as he quickly covers her mouth with his hand. "That...um… my summer address," he then makes a startled yelp as he quickly pulls his hand away, "Did you just lick me?"

"Shouldn't have covered my mouth," Rhea mutters a bit glumly as her heart sank. Grover had a summer home. She had never considered that his family might be as rich as the others at Aspertia Academy. "So life if I want to come visit you at your mansion…"

Wiping his hand against his shorts, Grover nodded, "Or if you need me,"

Rhea frowns, and she turns her gaze to him, "Grover… I don't mean to be harsh… but why would I need you?"

Blushing right down to his Adam's apple, Grover take a deep breath, "Look Rhea… the truth is… I kind of have to protect you,"

Staring at him, Rhea thought about how all year long she had gotten into fights, keeping bullies away from him. How she lost sleep worrying that he'd get beaten up next year if she truly did start her journey and yet, here he was acting like he was the one who defended her, "Grover," Rhea whispers, "What exactly are you protecting me from?" subconsciously her hand went up to her golden eye, thinking of that day… but then a huge grinding noise came under their feet. Black smoke poured from the dashboard and the whole bus filled with a smell like rotten eggs, The driver cursed and limped the Mightyena over to the side of the highway.

Rhea sat up a bit, but didn't fully get up as Grover grabbed her shoulder. Both of them holding their breaths after a few minutes clanking around the engine compartment, the driver announced that they all have to get off. Nervously, Rhea and Grover filed outside with everybody else on a stretch of country road- no place anyone would have noticed unless they broke down their or traveling to search for some rare Pokemon. On their side of the highway was nothing but maple trees and a flock of Rufflet pecking at berries that had fallen to the ground. On the other side, across four lanes of asphalt shimmering with afternoon heat, was an old-fashioned fruit stand.

The stuff that was on sale looked really good: heaping boxes of bloodred Cheri Berries and Razz Berries, walnuts and apricorns, jugs of Oran Cider in a claw-foot tub full of ice. There were no customers, just three old ladies sitting in rocking chairs in the shade of a maple tree, knitting the biggest pair of socks Rhea had ever seen. They were the size of sweaters, but they were clearly socks. The lady on the right knitted one of them while the lady on the left knitted the other. The lady in the middle held an enormous basket of electric blue-yarn.

Grover gasps, turning Rhea gaze to him, to make her see that the blood had drained from his face, "Grover?" she whispers, grabbing his arm and shaking him, "Are you ok?"

"Tell me they're not looking at you. Please tell me they're not," frowning, Rhea turns back to the three ladies, noticing that...they were looking straight at her. All three of them looked ancient, with pale faces wrinkled like fruit leather, silver hair tied back in white bandannas and bony arms sticking out of bleached cotton dresses.

Rhea's nose twitched at the strong smell of thread that seem to come from them, and she shakes her head to fight back the urge to sneeze, "Yeah… its weird. You think those socks would fit me?" she jokes, before she lost the fight and sneezes. Her ears twitched as she hears a laugh and turns her gaze back to the three women as the old lady in the middle took out a huge pair of scissors- gold and silver, long-bladed like shears. She barely heard Grover catch his breath, whispering her to get back on the bus… she could hardly feel him grabbing her arm in attempt to pull her towards it. All Rhea could do was stare as the middle one brought the scissors towards the electric-blue yarn, and she shook her head, pleading.

Rhea didn't know what she was pleading, what she was begging. All she could do was stare at the yarn in sorrow, as if she was losing a good friend… sadden at not the loss of them, but at the choices they made that lead to this. "You cannot change everyone's fate, little princess," Rhea was startled at the gentle voice she heard, and she stares at the middle lady, who then cuts the yarn Rhea hearing the snip across four lanes of traffic. "Some things just can't be untangled and rewritten, but remember… hold fast to those who fates you can untangle, for they shall be your greatest allies to what is about to come," Her two friends balled up the electric-blue socks, leaving Rhea to stare and wonder who they could possibly be for… A Slaking? A Tyranitar?

At the rear of the bus, the driver wrenched a big chunk of smoking metal out of the engine compartment. The bus shuddered before roaring back to life, making the passengers cheer. "Darn right!" the driver yelled, slapping the bus with his hat, "Everybody back on board!"

Rhea was shivering as she took her seat, feeling feverish as if she caught the flur and Grover didn't look any better, his teeth chattering. "Grover?" she whispers, making her friend look at her, his brown eyes looking at her with sorrow, "What are you not telling me?"

Dabbing at his foreheard with his shirt sleeve, Grover only stays silent for a bit, "Rhea, what did you see back at the fruit stand?"

"You mean the old ladies? What is it about them…" she falters a bit, tapping her foot against the floor, "Are they… like Mrs. Dodds?"

Grover's expression was hard to read, but she got the feeling that the fruit-stand ladies were much more than the Erinyes that Mrs. Dodds had turned into. "Just tell me what you saw,"

"The middle one took out her scissors, and she cut the yarn,"

At her answer, Grover closes his eyes and made a gesture with his fingers that might've been crossing himself, but it wasn't. It was something else, something almost… older, "You saw her snip the cord," he whispers mournfully, "this is not happening… I don't want this to be like the last time,"

"What last time. Grover what is going on?"

But Grover ignored her, starting to chew at his thumb, "Always sixth grade… they never get past sixth…" he whispers before he shakes his head, "Let me walk you home from the bus station. Promise me," he pleaded, looking at her.

"Grover," rhea whispered, "What are you talking about?"

"Please, Rhea," he begs, biting at his lip and looked like he was about to cry.

"Ok…" Rhea whispers, "Ok I promise...is this like superstition or something?" she asked, and her heart hammered against her chest when Grover didn't answer. She thought of Mrs. Dodds, and rack her brain through all she knew about Kleos Mythology, trying to remember which figure had scissors and yarn...the blood slowly draining from her face as it hits her, "Grover," Rhea croaks out, her arms trembling, "That snipping of the yarn… does that mean somebody is going to die?"

But all Grover did was looked at her mournfully, like he was already picturing the kind of flowers she'd like best on her coffin.

Hello! And welcome to chapter 3! Hahaha why is the knitting yarn always the hardest one for me to write? I wanted this done yesterday but alas... at least I got it done today.

Anyway to answer some questions, Rhea does not know that all Kleos Gods and all the stories her parents have told her are ture...to her they are just bed time stories. Does she know there is something more, yeah, it's hard to hide that with the ears and tail and scales, and the fact that she can breathe under water... but she not going to think, oh i'm a demigod and my dad who left for milk and never came back when I was seven was Poseidon! But... she is starting to put the pieces together thanks to the Fates. Sally, Poseidon, Amphitrite and Paul/Odysseus want her to be prepare but don't want to jumpstart all the monsters coming after her before she was ready.

Honestly I hate that Yancy expelled Percy in canon for calling a teacher a drunk when the teacher was yelling abuse at him. I know that the school system sucks (I am American) but since this is the Pokemon world their schooling is much more better... Though Rhea still got kicked out of five other schools before Aspertia Academy.

Also if you have notice... I am not using the term Half-blood in this, I have recently learned that it has been use as a derogatory tern and I do not vibe with that. Also, I have always hated that the roman camp was called Camp Jupiter while the Greek Camp was called Camp Half-Blood... so here the terms Halfling, Godling or just plain old Demigod are use. As such Half-Blood Hill is not called that, instead it is now called Thysia Hill or Sacrifice Hill in Greek.

Anyway, other than that... I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Please leave a review! i love them!