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

Reyna's POV Part V

At least we didn't end up on another cruise ship.

As it turns out, Nico couldn't jump from Portugal to San Juan in one go. Instead, we landed in the middle of the Atlantic, where I had spent my whole day on the lido deck of the Azores Queen, shooing away little kids who mistaken the Athena Parthenos as a waterslide. Each time I looked up at the statue and thought to myself: Really, you had to make the Mist make you look like a water slide.

I swear the statue look like it could smirk at my struggle. Although Calypso claims it could be possible that the statue was happy since we're half way to Camp Half-Blood, even with the detours we're having to make.

Fortunately, or rather unfortunately for me, the next jump did indeed bring me home.

We appeared ten feet in the air, hovering over a restaurant's courtyard I recognized. Nico Calypso and I dropped onto a large birdcage, which promptly broke, dumping us into a cluster of potted ferns along the three very alarmed parrots. Coach Hedge hit the canopy over a bar. The Athena Parthenos landed on her feet with a THUMP, flattening a patio table and flipping a dark green umbrella, which settled onto the Nike statue in Athena's hand, so the goddess of wisdom looked like she was holding a tropical drink.

"Gah!" Coach Hedge yelled. The canopy ripped and he fell behind the bar with a crash of bottles and glasses. He recovered well. He popped up with a dozen miniature swords in his hair, grabbed the soda gun, and served himself a drink.

"I like it!" He tossed a wedge of pineapple into his into his mouth. "But next time, kid, can we land on the floor and not ten feet above it?"

Nico dragged himself out of the ferns. He collapsed into the nearest chair and waved off a blue parrot that was trying to land on his head. After our fight with Lycaon and his army of wolves, Nico got off with nothing more than scrapes and bruises. It helped that he was able to keep Lycaon tied up long enough to destroy him and create shadows.

"I gotta sleep," Nico looked up in a daze. "Wake me up when my sister gets here?"

I was about to ask how could we wake him or argue that we should start searching for the Hunters and Amazons but Nico had already curled up and started snoring.

"I guess we wait until Bianca and the other hunters and Amazons show up," Calypso said, "So where are we?"

I scanned the courtyard. The place seemed deserted, though I didn't understand why. This time of night, it should've been packed. Above them, the evening sky glowed a murky terracotta, the same color as the building's walls. Ringing the atrium, the second-story balconies were empty except for potted azaleas hanging from white metal railings. Behind a wall of glass doors, the restaurant's interior was dark. The only sound was the fountain gurgling forlornly and the occasional squawk of a disgruntled Parrot.

'This is Barrachina," I said.

"What kind of bear?" Hedge opened a jar of maraschino cherries and chugged them down."

"It's a famous restaurant," I said, "in the middle of Old San Juan. They invented the piña colada here, back in the 1960s, I think. It's normally busy though."

"Well, if the Hunters and Amazons are here, they might have rent the place out," Calypso replied.

I nodded as that would make sense. Hylla had told me how the Amazons work in secret.

Coach Hedge belched. "Well, it looks like we're staying for a while. If they haven't invented any new drinks sine the sixties, they're overdue. I'll get back to work!"

While Hedge rummage behind the bar, I whistled for Aurum and Argentum. After their fight with the werewolves, they looked a little worse for wear, but I placed them on guard duty. I checked the street entrance to the atrium. The decorative iron work gates were locked. A sign in Spanish and English announced that the restaurant was closed for a private party. I'm guessing the Amazons and Hunters are too busy right now to use it, or reserved it for us if they expected us. At the bottom of the sign were embossed initials: HTK.

I remember the nickname the Amazons called my sister back in Camp Jupiter. "You really did come here."

"Something wrong?"

I jumped to see it was Calypso.

"Just checking the area," I replied as I pointed at the sign. "My sister definitely been here."

Calypso looked. "HTK?"

"Hylla Twice Kill," I explained. "She got that nickname for killing the former queen Otrera, who was revived to help Gaea, for position of queen of the Amazons twice. First time was when Thantos was captured by the giants, and the second time after he was released."

Calypso nodded. "But that's not just that isn't it?"

I nodded. Calypso so far been the only other person I have told about my past here. After she told me about her past, I couldn't help but share her about mine. Especially since in this adventure Calypso had become as much as a sister to me as Nico and Percy had became like brothers to me.

Behind us, Coach Hedge whistled happily as he set up a row of blenders. The parrots roosted on the shoulders of Athena Parthenos. I just hoped that the Parrots don't pooped on her, otherwise I don't think the Greeks will appreciate their symbol being returned covered in it.

"I don't know why Hylla choose this place," I responded. "I always thought she hated this place as much as me, if not more."

"Maybe that's why?" Calypso asked. "Maybe she thought since your history here she suspected that Gaea wouldn't expect to find the Amazons and Hunters here."

I shrugged. It sounded like something Hylla would do. Still I wish we didn't have to come here. It's too far south from New York. But even I know when a god tells you that you need to go somewhere—even if that said god is the lord of the dead—you better obey them.

Besides, I had been lending Nico my strength for days now, and—although I wouldn't say it out loud—through it, I know Nico secretly hope to see Bianca again.

In the silent air, I could hear the sound of little coquí frogs, singing around the neighborhood like a chorus of popping bottle caps. Even from here, I could smell the ocean along with the blossoming magnolias and citrus trees, the fresh baked bread from the local panaderías. Even the humidity felt comfortable and familiar like the scented the air from a dryer vent. I realized how much I missed the good stuff that came from this place. I guess I never realized it before because of my bad memories always haunted me, but now that I'm here, I started remembering the good memories from this place.

I remember the days when my sister and I manage to escape from home and visit the Plaza de Armas, where the old men played dominos and the coffee kiosk sold espresso so strong it made your ears pop. I remembered how Hylla and I use to count and name any stray cats we find, making up a story each one just for the laugh of it. I remember breaking into Barrachina's kitchen where we eat mofongo every Sunday afternoons, and none of the staff threw us out as they knew who we were and took pity on us.

I smiled at the good memories, but it only lasted a few minutes as I also remember how close we were at my old house. And if my hunch and Nico's dream vision where he talked with his sister is correct, that's where we'll find the Amazons.

"I better go cover up Nico and sing to him," Calypso said. "Even if we find another way to get to New York, he'll need his strength for the battle we might have to face."

I nodded in agreement as Calypso headed back.

I looked at Nico. I know how lonely the guy felt from our link. It seem Nico's life just keep making a down turn hill. First his mother was killed and his memories were erased for his own safety as he and Bianca stayed in a magical hotel for decades. Then when he thought he felt welcome in Camp Half-Blood, he was claimed by Hades and was shunned. After that he left the camp and started traveling through the Labyrinth, until Percy talked him into helping with his and Annabeth's quest.

Then after the Battle of the Labyrinth and Manhattan, Nico felt more welcomed. Even when most campers looked down on him, Nico still had support. Eventually he found Hazel and escorted her to Camp Jupiter, and she became the main reason he stuck around once in a while.

But things got worse when he fell into Tartarus.

I don't know what exactly happened there, but I can tell Tartarus opened old scars to the point that Nico started shunning everyone around him.

I never said it, but it's because of those old wounds of his that I wanted to gain his support. All heroes deserved that. It was the whole point of the Twelfth Legion. You joined forces to fight for a higher cause. You weren't alone. You made friends and earned respect. Even when you mustered out, you have a place in the community.

Maybe when the war is over and we win, I can talk to the senate about reinstating Nico as an ambassador of the Underworld—only this time for Hades.

It wasn't official, but after the incident in New Rome, Octavian made it clear that Tyson and Nico were enemies of Rome, which basically revoked any position they had in Camp Jupiter. But now I was more determined than anything to reinstate their positions only as the Greek demigods (or in Tyson's case cyclopes) they are. But first we need to get there.

Tonight was July 25. Seven more days until August 1. In theory, that was plenty of time to reach Long Island. But even I know better than to press our luck.

"Smoothies are ready!" Hedge announced, causing me to jump. "I call it the Hercules! Made out of pineapple, mango, orange, and banana, buried under a mound of shaved coconut."

"You better not tell Jason and Piper you name a smoothie after Hercules," Calypso said, "Leo told me they had a bad experience with him once."

"Oh, trust me milady, I know all about their experience at the gates," explained the coach. "I was there after all."

I toned out whatever false tales the satyr started telling about how he help defeated the greatest hero ever. It's not that I don't believe how Jason and even Piper defeated the greatest hero of his time, but I do know Coach tend to exaggerate things just to make them more exciting.

Just then, a wisp of movement caught my eye. The balcony on the right—a dark shape. Above that, at the edge of the roof, several more figures appeared… all of them glowing like the Lares Back in Camp Jupiter, only silver. Like ghost.

The hair at the back of my neck stood up as a drew my sword and turned just intime to block a knife that was about to impale me.

"I see my brother has picked good traveling companions," said a female voice within the shadows.

I almost hesitated when I heard the voice. The way it spoke: both calm and gentle, but at the same time fierce and full of courage—it sounded familiar.

Calypso and Hedge got up, ready to attack but I signal them to stop.

"Who are you?" I asked. "Are you a Hunter or Amazon?"

There was a brief moment of silence. Then the owner of the voice stepped out, and I gasped. It was a twelve year old girl, wearing a gray camouflage t-shirt, faded black jeans, black athletic shoes and a utility belt as if she was hunting. Slung on her shoulder was a silver bow with a quiver full of silver arrows. But what shock me was that she had dark eyes that almost looked mad-like eyes, olive skin, and silky black hair—just like Nico (at least the way Nico looked when I met him).

"My name is Bianca di Angelo, Second Lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis, only rank lower by first Lieutenant: Thalia Grace," the girl said. "I'm also the daughter of Hades and technically Nico's older sister."