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

Leo's POV Part II

"Good idea choosing the air conditioning," Percy said after we searched the museum.

Now Percy and I were sitting on a bridge that spanned the Kladeos River, their feet dangling over the water as we waited for Frank and Hazel to finish scouting the ruins. I had my mirror-view shield strapped to my back and Percy had his thermos strapped to his belt.

Every once in a while if we get thirsty, Percy will magically pour out some drinking water for us and some Drakon Jerky he got from Tartarus that he saved up.

To our left, the Olympic valley shimmered in the afternoon heat. To our right, the visitors' lot was crammed with tour buses. Good thing the Argo II was moored a hundred feet in the air, because we never would've found parking.

Percy had tried to start some small talk while we wait for Frank and Hazel to finish their scouting, but there wasn't much for us to talk about. It seemed as if Percy and I were part of two different worlds. It was hard to believe that we were even from the same camp. Heck, we haven't even been at Camp Half-Blood at the same time. Percy's leather necklace had nine different color beads—one for each summer he completed, while I had none.

Heck, Percy resembles more like one of those jocks that would ignore someone like me instead of befriending me. Especially after he returned from Tartarus.

Before he and Annabeth fell into Tartarus, Percy was intimidating enough, with his wolf glares, Achilles Curse, standing up against pirates, summoning hurricanes, and dueling giants at the Colosseum. But now it seems Percy graduated to a whole new level of intimidation. He even keeps that wolf glare of his own as if saying to anyone who challenges him: I been to Tartarus and back and seen the worse cause of it, so I dare you to try to prove me otherwise.

The only time Percy doesn't have that glare going on is when he's around Annabeth, but still, I feel bad for any sucker that tries to prove him otherwise.

That's when Percy came up with a topic. "Thanks again for freeing Calypso."

"Don't worry about it," I responded.

Percy summoned a stream of water from the River that threw a rock back in his hand. "I found out that the gods didn't keep their promise through an aurai Annabeth destroyed back in Taratarus. Apparently it had a special curse from Calypso herself—a curse where Annabeth wouldn't be able to find me in Tartarus."

"Yikes."

"Tell me about it," Percy skipped the rock in his hand, which skipped ten times. Either Percy was that good or he was cheating. "But at least she found you."

"Yeah, after I destroyed her dining table," I said, "Along with the dishes on it.

Percy winced. "That must be the first. The first boyfriend she fell in love with that is available crashed into her dining table."

I laughed. "Well, we didn't get along afterwards because of it. But after a few days on her island and another encounter with Dirt face, we warm up to each other."

"Guys!" we heard Frank yell.

We look and saw Frank at the far end of the parking lot, waving at us to come closer. Hazel was next to him, sitting astride her horse Arion, who had appeared unannounced as soon as we landed.

Percy and I jogged over to meet our friends.

…

"This place is huge," Frank reported. "The ruins stretch from the river to the base of that mountain over there, about half a kilometer."

Percy frowned. "So wait, about .27 nautical miles?"

I took out a calculator from my tool belt and did the math for the correct measurements that I knew. "Or about five hundred and forty-seven yards," I simplified.

"Basically," Hazel said feeding Arion a huge gold nugget.

"Anyway," Frank continued, "from overhead, I didn't see anything suspicious."

"Neither did I," Hazel said. "Arion took me on a complete loop around the perimeter. A lot of tourists, but no crazy goddess."

The big stallion nickered and tossed his head, his neck muscles rippling under his coat.

"Gee, Arion. Is there a time you don't cuss?" Percy shook his head. "Arion doesn't think much of Olympia. But if Nike is here, she's probably invisible to the mortal eye."

"Can the gods do that?" I asked.

"If they're not fully conscious in control of themselves," Percy said. "I once talked only a small part of Mr. D's conscious that was at an old man's birthday party while his real body was unconscious. I would guess it's the same for when the gods are schizophrenic."

I find that hard to believe since Frank scanned the whole island with Eagle eyes, but it's our best choice right now.

"So then how do we find Nike?" I asked.

"Well, I would guess a small essence of her power would be somewhere where she was most worshipped," Percy said. "Then, my guess is we would have to make some sacrifices to her or provoked her."

"Sounds fun," Frank muttered. "Well, since we got no other leads, we might as well give it a shot."

…

We poked around for a while, avoiding tour groups and ducking from one patch of shade to the next. At one of the tourist stands, Percy snagged a pamphlet written in Greek in order to find a place where Nike might be.

"Okay, so over there is the Propylon," Percy read as he waved toward a stone path lined with crumbling columns. "It used to be one of the main gates into the Olympic Valley where the Ancient Greeks and Romans complete against each other."

"It looks like rubble to me," I said.

Frank must have decided to test if Percy really was reading, because he asking about some of the rubble here.

"What about over there?" Frank pointed to a square foundation that looked like the patio for a Mexican restaurant.

"That is the temple of Hera," Percy read. "One of the oldest structures there."

"More rubble!" I said.

"And that," Frank pointed to a round bandstand-looking thing.

"That's—huh, that's the Philipeon, dedicated to Philip of Macedonia, mortal step-father of Alexander the Great."

"Why is that important?" I asked.

"Alexander the Great was the demigod son of Zeus who led a campaign through Asia and northern Africa, making Ancient Greece one of the Largest empires until the Roman Empire conquered Greece."

"Are you really reading that, or are you listening into tour groups?" I asked.

Hazel, who was still riding Arion, kicked me in the arm. "Be nice."

I glanced up. Her curly gold-brown hair and golden eyes match her helmet and sword so well she might've been engineered from Imperial gold.

Like Frank Piper and Percy, Hazel has changed the last few weeks. She now was this kick-butt Mist-Manipulator who now can shadow travel through illusions and make imaginary holes in the floor that makes anyone fall through.

However, I wasn't infatuated with Hazel anymore. My heart was with Calypso. Still, Hazel Levesque impressed me—even when she wasn't sitting atop a scary immortal supersonic horse who cussed like a sailor.

Suddenly Percy's face turned the color of limeade. "That over there—the semicircle depression on the hill with the niches… that's a nympaeum. Built in Roman times."

"I hope there aren't any nymphs trapped here," Hazel said.

"You and me both."

We kept walking as Percy continued reading the pamphlet. Every once in a while Frank had to stop Percy from running into something or someone, as Percy would become so focus on the pamphlet he wouldn't noticed where he was going. To top that off, despite the fact that Frank had stopped asking about some of the sights, Percy would mutter something in Ancient Greek about something he read. Another difference between us, Percy been to Camp Half-Blood long enough that he could switch to Ancient Greek like I could switch from English to Spanish.

Once in a while my hand drifted to my tool belt, making sure it was still there. Ever since the Kerkopes had stolen it in Bologna, I was scared I might get belt-jacked again, though I doubt any monster was as good at thievery as those dwarfs. I wondered how the little crud monkeys were doing in New York. I hoped they were still having fun harassing Romans, stealing lots of shiny zippers and causing legionnaires' pants to fall down.

"Huh, so that's where Pelops was buried," Percy responded.

"What?" I asked.

"Over there," he pointed to another fascinating pile of stones. "That's the burial site of Prince Pelops who won his wife in the Chariot Race."

"Not very romantic if you ask me," Hazel sniffed.

"True, but that chariot race was what started the Olympic games," Percy said. "Not only that but this whole part of Greece, the Peloponnese was named after him."

I seriously starting to wonder how all that would help us find the victory goddess. At the moment, the only victory I wanted was to vanquish some nachos.

Still… the farther we got into the ruins, the more uneasy I felt. I flashed back to when I was four when my baby sitter Tía Callida, a.k.a. Hera, encouraging me to prod a poisonous snake with a stick. It was supposed to be good training for being a hero. At first I thought she was psychotic for making me do that, but now it seems I spend most of my time poking around until I found trouble.

Every once in a while I look in a crowd, and thought I saw a familiar face—my bully cousin, Raphael; my mean third grade teacher, Mr. Borquin; my abusive foster mom, Teresa—all kinds of people who had treated me like dirt.

Whenever I see them, I think back of when I met Nemesis, who appeared as my Aunt Rosa, the person I wanted revenge on for turning my own family against me. I wondered if Nemesis was around here somewhere, watching to see what I would do. I still haven' paid off my debt for opening up that stupid fortune cookie.

Percy stopped at some wide steps leading to another ruined building.

"Okay. If Nike isn't here, I don't know where she would be," Percy said. "This was once the Temple of Zeus and inside there once was a huge gold-and-ivory statue of the big guy inside made by the same dude who did Athena Parthenos. It was one of the seven wonders of the world."

"Then why would Nike be here?" Hazel asked.

"Because according to that Museum Percy and I checked out, the statue of Nike once stood here," I said.

"So then the question would be, how do we provoke the goddess?" Frank asked.

"Let me try something," Percy said removing his backpack. He took out a pack of the remaining Drakon Jerkey we had left along with a bunch of other goodies we got at the Museum gift shop.

"I hope this is enough." Percy laid it on the ground at the foot of the ruins. "Leo, mind burning some offerings?"

I quickly realized what Percy was doing and why he brought the Jerky and bought so much goodies. It wasn't to snack on, but to summon the goddess. Very old school, if you ask me, but it might work

"I thought you never ask," I said.

"O' goddess of Victory: Nike, accept our offering and bring us victory," Percy prayed.

I summon a small white hot flames from my index finger and shot it at the offering. It hit the goodies as they started burning.

"You really think this would work?" Hazel asked.

Behind us, a thunderous voice shook the ruins: "WHO HAS SUMMONED ME!"

I almost jumped out of my tool belt and looked behind me. Towering over me in a golden chariot, with a spear held high, was the goddess Nike.