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 V
When I was little, I had the hardest time learning how to swim. All of the campers at Camp Jupiter tried to teach me how to swim, but it took me longer than your average hero to master it without fearing that I would drown. Even back then, I knew the reason was because of my father's rivalry with Neptune.
However, I never came as close to death as I had when I met one of Percy's immortal siblings.
The night it happened I was off guard duty as we were in on the sea and Percy took command.
When we started this quest, I didn't like the idea of leaving the command of the ship to someone else unless I have too. Especially since Juno told me I was supposed to be the natural born leader of the seven of us. But after Percy and Annabeth fell into Tartarus leaving me command of the Argo II, I realized how important it was to share the responsibility of leadership was.
Sadly, my night was cut short when alarms went off, signaling that all hands were needed on deck, and for a good reason.
The ship was tilting so violently, I had to climb out of my cabin. The hull creaked. The engines groaned like a dying water buffalo. Cuttiing through the roar of the wind, the goddess Nike screamed from the stables: "YOU CAN DO BETTER, STORM! GIVE ME A HUNDRED AND TEN PERCENT!"
I made it out of my cabin only to be knocked to the opposite side of the wall when the ship pitched to port.
Hazel stumbled out of her cabin, hugging her stomach. "I hate the ocean!"
"You don't have to go up there," I suggested, "You could check up on Small Bob."
"No, I can…" Hazel stopped when the ship tilted to starboard. Instead of finishing, Hazel staggered toward the bathroom with her hand over her mouth.
Despite the rocking of the ship, I made it to the stairway and above deck. When I did, I saw things that made me almost as nauseous as Hazel. A wave the size of skyscrapers crashed over the forward deck, washing the front crossbows and half the port railings out to sea. The sails were ripped the shreds Lightning flashed all around, hitting the sea like spotlights. Horizontal rain blasted my face. The clouds were so dark I honestly couldn't tell if it was day or night.
The rest of the crew were already on deck doing whatever they could… which wasn't much.
Leo had lashed himself to the console with a bungee cord harness. That might have seemed like a good idea when he rigged it up, but every time a wave hit he was washed away, then smacked back into his control board like a human paddleball.
Piper and Annabeth were trying to save the riging. Since Sparta, those two have become quite a team.
Next to them was Small Bob in Sabertooth form using it's strength to help with the riggings.
I was glad to see the Sabertooth-Spactus Tiger back in full strength. After their battle with Mimas, Piper and Annabeth send a distress signal from Annabeth's laptop to Leo's Sphere requesting for Frank. When he got back with the girls, we learned the reason was because Small Bob took a lot of damage from the fight against Mimas. Since then he been resting in Annabeth's cabin at the foot of her loft.
Not all of us would admit it, but Small Bob getting hurt impacted each of us. In the short amount of time the Spactus-kitten joined our crew, all of us had grown attach to him. And the fact that Small Bob was willing to risk going back to Tartarus to protect Annabeth and Piper only confirmed that he was as much as part of our crew as Festus the dragon figure head and Buford the Wonder Table (despite its obsession of using the holographic mini Hedge to greet us every morning).
Frank—at least I think it was Frank had turned into gorilla, he was swinging upside down off the starboard rail, using his massive strength and his flexible feet to hang on while he untangled some broken oars. My guess is they were trying to get the ship airborn if they could. But I wasn't sure if the sky was any safer than on the sea.
Even Festus the figurehead was trying to help. He spew fire at the rain, though that didn't seem to discourage the storm.
Only Percy seem to have luck. He stood by the center mast, wearing Greek Armor with his hands extended like he was on a tightrope while expecting a surprise attack on his only vulnerable spot. Every time the ship tilted, he pushed in the opposite direction and the hull stabilized. He summoned giant fist of water from the ocean to slam into larger waves before they could reach the deck, so it looked like the ocean was hitting itself repeatedly in the face.
I quickly realized this ship would have capsized or smashed to its if Percy wasn't here.
I managed my way to Percy's side and grab his shoulder.
Percy nodded like 'sup. Normally he could stay dry if he concentrated, but obviously he had bigger thing to worry about right now. His dark hair was plastered to his face and his clothes and armor were soaked.
He shouted something like: "SISTER… DISASTERS… STOP IT!" But due to the storm I couldn't hear it.
Finally Percy pointed over the side.
"Something causing the storm?" I asked.
Percy nodded then pointed at the sea, then at the storm the tattoo of a trident he got at Camp Jupiter.
At first I thought it might be a sea spirit, but I turned down the idea since most wouldn't have control over storms.
Percy then pointed at himself and me, as if trying to give me another clue.
Okay, so some kind of the two of us have in common with a trident sea and storm.
Then it clicked in my head the only connection we have that would be connected to trident sea and Storm was the sibling bond we had.
"A sibling." I pointed at the trident on Percy's arm and then at him. "One of your immortal siblings is causing this—a sister?"
Percy nodded and made a gesture with his hand like a diving board and then tapped my chest.
"You want me to go investigate," I responded. "But I can't breathe underwater."
Percy pointed at himself, then tapped at my chest, and finally tapped his shield watch—which was in wristwatch form.
I got the point now. Whoever this sibling was, she must be powerful enough for Percy to ask for my assistance.
"Got it. But how am I suppose to breathe underwater?" I gestured to my mouth and the sea.
Percy pointed up to the storm. I looked up and saw the storm clouds churning. I could tell there was an army of venti swirling above me.
I got the idea now and a good thing too because Percy ran for the starboard rail, pushed away a wave and jumped overboard.
I ran after him while raising my arm and summoning a lasso of wind and send it flying to the nastiest storm spirit I could sense, hoping the others will follow his lead.
Finally, I lassoed a nasty patch of storm clouds and pulled it in. "You're serving me today."
There was a howling protest as the ventus encircled me. The storm above the ship lessened a bit as I forced my new Ventus over board with me. I was sure at this point everyone was trying to yell at me, but it didn't matter.
I levitated myself long enough to encase me in my own miniature tornado before spinning like a corkscrew into the water.
…
I expected turbulence when I hit the ocean as my ears popped and my stomach pressed against my ribs.
"Finally I drifted to a stop next to Percy, who stood on a ledge jutting over the deeper abyss.
"Hey! Thanks for coming," Percy responded.
I could hear him perfectly, though I wasn't sure how. "No problem. How did you know this would work for me?"
In my ventus air cocoon, my own voice sounded like I was talking through a vacuum cleaner.
Percy shrugged. "I wasn't, but Annabeth would kill me if I dive down here without backup."
I can see why. Despite being smarter than he looks, Percy was obviously someone who would take risk if someone doesn't stop him—namely Annabeth.
"Gee, thanks for the encouragement. So where is this mystery sister of yours?" I asked.
"Somewhere down there." Percy pointed to the void where green light swept through the darkness every three second. "As for my mystery sister, it's not so much a mystery. There's only one immortal sister of mine that can create sea storms like the one attacking our ship. So, are you ready to meet one of my undersea relatives and help me convince her to not capsize the ship?"
I wasn't sure. By the way Percy spoke of this immortal sister of his—a goddess I would guess, she was powerful and I wasn't sure how long my shell of air will stay intact with the Ventus fighting against my control.
But I also see why Percy wanted to meet this goddess. This wasn't just some family reunion to him, this was about saving the Argo II from capsizing.
So, we jumped down into the void. I followed Percy's lead as he swam ahead, using his sword Riptide as his light as we headed toward the green search light.
Every so often the search light would shot upward, causing my ventus to crackled and roared, straining to escape. The smell of ozone made me lightheaded, but I manage to keep my shell of air intact.
Finally, we reached a soft white luminous patches that brighten up the darkness. I realized we were in a ruins of a palace as Greek columns marched into the gloom. In the center of the complex rose a citadel larger than Grand Central Station, its walls encrusted with pearls, its domed golden roof cracked open like an egg.
"I can't believe I'm here." Percy spoke in a mesmerized way. "This is Atlantis—the original site of my dad's palace."
"That's right little brother." A female voice spoke from the sea.
Suddenly the two of us were tugged down to the marble floor where a twenty-foot-tall woman in a flowing green dress, cinched at the waist with a belt of abalone shells. Her skin was as luminous white, and her hair swayed and glowed like jelly fish tendrils.
Her face was beautiful but unearthly—her eyes to right, her features too delicate, her smile too cold, as if she'd been studying human smiles and haven't quite mastered the art.
Her hands rested on a disk of polish green metal about six feet in diameter, sitting on a bronze tripod. It reminded me of a steel drum I'd one saw a street performer play at the Embarcadero in San Franciso.
The woman turned the metal disk like a steering wheel. A shaft of green light shot upward, churning the water, shaking the walls of the old palace. Shards from the domed ceiling broke and tumbled down in slow motion.
"Who are you?" I demanded. "Why are you creating the storm
"Her name is Kymopoleia," Percy replied. "daughter of Poseidon and Amphitriton and goddess of Violent sea storms."
Kymopoleia seemed pleased, as if Percy was the first person in over a thousand years to recognized her.
"I see the rumors about you being a book worm are true," Kymopoleia said. "That will make your death more honorable Perseus Jackson."