A/N (I recommend reading this): I'm going to MAKE THIS CLEAR. Just like I mention on my bio page about every other fanfiction I done: I DON'T OWN THE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIAN SERIES OR IT'S CHARACTERS as the rights goes to Rick Rioran. Also I suggest you guys start paying attention to the Author notes and my warnings that I left on EVERY chapter of EVERY story.

Sorry if this chapter is too much like the book.

Due to the limited number of characters posted, I'm forced to post only the names of the characters telling their tales in this story. When I get to the House of Hades and Blood of Olympus, I'll list off the first four characters listed in the order they tell their tales. I'll post the pairings if the two of the four characters listed are a pair. Other than that, the Pairings stay the same for this story.

Jason x Piper
Percy x Annabeth
Frank x Hazel
Leo X Calypso

If you haven't figured it out, each of the members of the Prophecy of Seven practically has a position. Keep in mind in the original series Juno started this when she told Percy he was the glue that holds the group together, so I thought to give the rest a title. But no matter what title they have they still depend on each other. Titles will be added for some as the series continue

Jason: Leader of the Group
Piper: Peacekeeper
Leo: Mechanic, Admiral, and Seventh Wheel (by Nemesis)
Percy: Glue that holds everyone together
Hazel: Mist Manipulator
Frank: Muscles and Praetor
Annabeth: Battle Strategist and Consultant

Lastly I want to make clear that once 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus' is done I won't start immediately on 'The tales of...' version of the Trials of Apollo until that part of the Percy Jackson series is done. Just as I waited for the end of the Blood of Olympus to start 'The Tales of...' series. By waiting until that series ends, it might help me come up with something to add to it.

Warning: Certain ancient Greek names matches words use of foul language but no foul language was intentionally used. Also I dropped the '& the Olympians' in 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians' as well as replaced the '&' with ':' in the short stories of that part of the series. So if you haven't read them yet read before reading this story as stuff that happened in them will be mentioned:

The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Early Adventures
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Lightning Thief
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Sea of Monsters
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Titan's Curse
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Magical Labyrinth
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Stolen Chariot
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Sword of Hades
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Bronze Dragon
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Last Olympian
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Staff of Hermes
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Quest for Buford
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Son of Neptune
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Mark of Athena
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The House of Hades

Lastly, any one who wants to do a Demigods and Olympian reads story using 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon' is allowed as long as you inform me about it.

Full Summary of this chapter: With Reyna Calypso Nico and Hedge taking the Athena's Parthenos back to camp half-blood and the Argo II racing to Athens for the battle against the giants, its a race against time to save the world and both camps. The only problem is that Gaea is trying everything in her power to stop the one thing that could stop her plans and get the blood of a male and female demigod she needs to wake up. Told in the tales of Nico, Reyna, Piper, Leo, and Jason

Jason's POV Part IV

It turns out the family I choose is better than the family I could have had.

I slashed my gladius in a wide arc, vaporizing the nearest suitors; then I vaulted onto the table and jumped right over Antinous' head. In midair I willed my made to extend into javelin. I never tried this trick before, but ever since I got this sword I had the feeling it does change into a javelin.

I landed on my feet holding a six-foot-long pilum. As Antinous turned to face me, I thrust the Imperial gold point through the ghoul's chest.

Antinous looked down incredulously. "You—"

"Enjoy the Fields of Punishment." I yanked out my pilum and Antinous crumbled to dirt.

I kept fighting, spinning my javelin—slicing through ghost and knocking ghouls off their feet.

Across the courtyard, Annabeth was fighting off Tantalus—who must of decided to exact his revenge starting with her. Tantalus was using the knives on the table, but Annabeth was wiser, instead of going knife to knife with him, she drew out her drakon-bone sword.

Tantalus must of not expected the Drakon-Blade sword because he yelled: "Impossible!"

Then Annabeth drew out her concealed knife and stabbed him in the chest. "It's possible!"

Tantus dropped to the ground and disintegrated.

Over by the sand fountain, Piper had also drawn her own sword—the jagged bronze blade Zethes gave her as a gift. She stabbed and parried with her right hand, occasionally shooting tomatoes from the cornucopia in her left, while yelling at the suitors, "Save yourselves! I'm too dangerous!"

That must have been exactly what they wanted to hear, because her opponents kept running away, only to freeze in confusion a few yards downhill, then charge back into the fight.

The Greek tyrant Hippias lunged at Piper, his dagger raised, but Piper blasted him point-blank in the chest with a lovely pot roast. He tumbled backward into the fountain and screamed as he disintegrated.

An arrow whistled toward my face, but I blew it aside with a gust of wind, then cut through a line of sword-wielding ghouls and noticed a dozen suitors regrouping by the fountain to charge at Annabeth and Piper. I lifted my javelin to the sky. A bolt of lightning ricocheted off the point and blasted the ghosts into ions, leaving a smoking crater where the earthen fountain had been.

For the first time in months, I felt complete as I fought in combat. It felt as if the weight I been feeling been lifted off my shoulders. I knew who I was, and I chose my own family—the Greeks and Romans I have fought alongside with. And I wasn't about to let anyone take them away from me.

I summoned winds and tossed three ghouls off the side of the hill like a rag dolls, and skewered a fourth. Then I willed my javelin to shrink back to a sword and hacked through another group of spirits.

Soon most of the remaining group of ghost disappeared on their own and Annabeth cut down Hasdrubal the Carthaginian. Which left only one left: Michael Varus.

"Jason, behind you!" Piper yelled, using her charmspeak.

I quickly turned around and deflect a blade aiming for my gut. Then I used a move I had Percy taught me the other day that I heard he was famous for. I dive for his hilt, making contact, and twist.

Immediately, Michael Varus' own gladius hit the ground with a CLANG.

"What—how—" Varus was speechless.

"That… was a move taught to me by my brother," I said, "You may of heard of him: Percy Jackson."

Varus' eyes widened as I used the final move on him, which ended the threat of the son of Janus.

"Jason!" Piper tackled me into a hug. "That was amazing!"

"I see that disarming practice you had Percy give you work," Annabeth said.

"Yeah," I said as I sheathed my gladius.

"Sorry to about your mom, Jason," Annabeth said. "But the way you handle it… that was brave."

"That wasn't the mother I remember," I replied.

"We should return to the Argo II and give them the news," Annabeth said.

"Not just that, we need to warn Reyna's group about the Hunter," I said. "If Varus was right, he has changed his route to attack them."

"We also need to figure out what they meant by Victory running rampage," Annabeth said

Then I heard a voice, I can give you the answers to that.

About sixty feet away, the stone floor cracked. Branches muscled through the earth, growing in fast motion until a full size olive tree shaded the courtyard. Under a canopy of gray-green leaves stood a dark haired woman in a white dress, a leopard-skin caped over her shoulders. Her staff was topped with a white lotus flower. Her expression was cool and regal.

"My heroes," said the goddess.

"Hera," Piper said.

"Juno," I corrected.

"Whatever," Annabeth grumbled. "What are you doing here, Your Bovine Majesty?"

Juno's dark eyes glittered dangerously. "Annabeth Chase. As charming as ever."

"Yeah, well," Annabeth said, "I just got back from Tartarus, so my manners are a little rusty, especially toward the goddess who wiped my boyfriend's memory, made him disappeared for months, and then—"

"Honestly, child. Are we going to rehash this again?"

"Aren't you supposed to be suffering from split personality disorder?" Annabeth asked. "I mean—more so than usual."

"Whoa," I interceded. "Annabeth calm down. I get you're angry with the goddess, but she might have answers to our questions."

"I do," Juno said. "My heroes, our time together is short. I have spent weeks in a state of pain and confusion… my Greek and Roman natures warring against each other. Worse, I've been forced to hide from Jupiter, who searches for me in his misguided wrath, believing that I caused this war with Gaea."

"Gee," Annabeth said, "why would he think that?"

Juno flashed her an irritated look. "Fortunately, this place is sacred to me. By clearing away those ghosts and ghouls, you have purified it and given me a moment of clarity. I will be able to speak with you—if only briefly."

"Because of the marriage bed, right?" Piper asked.

"Marriage bed?" Annabeth asked. "I don't see any—"

"The bed of Penelope and Odysseus," Piper explained. "One of its bedposts was a living olive tree, so it could never be moved."

"Indeed." Juno ran her hand along the olive tree's trunk. "An immovable marriage bed. Such a beautiful symbol! Like Penelope, the most faithful wife, standing her ground, fending off a hundred arrogant suitors for years because she knew her husband would return. Odysseus and Penelope—the epitome of a perfect marriage!"

I decided not to bring up how Odysseus fell in love with Calypso.

"Is it true what the ghouls and ghost said?" I asked. "About the safest route?"

"Yes," said the goddess. "Sailing around the Peloponnese is the only possible route. On your way, seek out the goddess of victory in Olympia. She is out of control. Unless you can subdue her, the rift between Greek and Roman never be healed."

"You're talking about Nike, right?" Annabeth asked. "I'm guessing she's one of the minor gods affected by the war?"

"Yes," Juno said.

Thunder boomed overhead, shaking the hill.

"It seems I need to flee again," Juno said. "Once I leave I will not be able to help you again. But before you do, fair warning. As you heard, most of the giants have gathered in Athens. Few gods will be able to help on your journey, but if you take the lessons you have learned on your journey, you might find those that are."

"Lessons?" Piper asked. "Wait you mean those like the fates, Nemesis, and my mom whose domains are universal?"

"Not just them," Annabeth said, "There are those that are favored mostly by either Romans or Greeks like Iris."

"And those who stayed out of the spotlight to barely be affected at all like Favonius," I said, "And those who were thought unimportant enough to have a split personality like Triton, Zethes and Cal."

"Yes, and more," Juno said. "But there are two others you could seek out, as I am not the only Olympian ho is out of favor with Jupiter. The twins have also incurred his wrath."

"Artemis and Apollo?" Piper asked. "Why?"

Juno's image began to fade. "If you reach the island of Delos, they might be prepared to help you. They are desperate enough to try anything to make amends. Go now. Perhaps we will meet again in Athens, if you succeed. If you do not…"

The goddess disappeared before she could finish, but we got the message. If we do not, the world is doom.

"Well, that was a great conversation," said Annabeth sarcastically.

"Either way, we got what we need," I said. "We should get back to the ship and relay this message."

Neither Piper nor Annabeth argued against it.