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

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 and Seventh Wheel (by Nemesis)

Percy: Glue that holds everyone together

Hazel: Youngest (Literally and figuratively as the title refers to the fact that even though she has proven herself as one of the seven, Hazel still has much to learn compared to the rest about what she is capable to do that can help the group. Keep in mind Hazel has not master shadow travel or Mist Manipulation yet).

Frank: Muscles

Annabeth: Battle Strategist and Consultant

Warning: Certain ancient Greeknames matches words use of foul language but no foul language was intentionally used. Also if you haven't read them yet read 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Early Adventures' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Titan's Curse' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: 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 Olympians: 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' and 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Son of Neptune' before reading this story as stuff that happened in them will be mentioned. 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.


Piper's POV Part VIII

From the moment the current grabbed me like a fist and pull me into the deep, I wondered if this was what Octavian and his goons felt when Percy used the sea to pull them into it. The only difference is that Percy wasn't out to kill the Romans, but Achelous was out to kill us.

Struggling ended up useless. I clamped my mouth shut, forcing myself not to inhale, but I could barely keep from panicking. I couldn't see anything but a torrent of bubbles. I could only hear my own thrashing and the dull roar of the rapids.

I was ready accept my death when suddenly I was thrust to the surface and found myself at the center of a whirlpool, able to breathe but un able to break free.

A few yards away, Jason broke the surface and gasped, his sword in one hand. He swung wildly but there was nothing to attack.

Twenty feet to my right, Achelous rose from the water. "I'm sorry about this," he said.

Jason lunged toward him, summoning the winds to lift him out of the river, but Achelous was quicker and more powerful. A curl of water slammed into Jason and sent him under once more.

"Stop it!" I screamed pouring all my might and power into my charmspeak. It wasn't easy when I was floundering in a whirlpool, but I got Achelous' attention.

"I'm afraid I can't stop," said the river god. "I can't let Hercules have my other horn. It would be mortifying."

"There's another way!" I said. "You don't have to kill us!"

Jason clawed his way to the surface again. A miniature storm cloud formed over his head. Thunder boomed.

"None of that, son of Jupiter," Achelous chided. "If you call lightning, you'll just electrocute your girlfriend."

The water pulled Jason under again.

"Let him go!" I mustered as much persuasion as I could. I remembered what Jason said about Achelous not being affected by the war. Maybe it was the same for the Styx River. "I swear on the River of Styx I won't let Hercules get the horn!"

Achelous hesitated as the sky boomed. He then cantered over to me, his head tilting to the left. "An oath of the river of styx is a dangerous oath, are you sure you want to make that oath?"

"I do!" I promised. "But, please let my boyfriend go!"

The water churned where Jason had gone under. I wanted to scream. How much longer could he hold his breath?

"Why would you do so much for a son of Zeus?" Achelous asked.

"Because Jason isn't like Hercules and neither is Thalia," I responded. "You keep thinking all children of Zeus are the same, but they're not."

Achelous seemed hesitant as he lowered his head toward me into my grabbing range. And I used that to my advantage.

I'd never ridden a bull before, but I'd practiced bareback pegasus riding at Camp Half-Blood, and I remembered what to do. I wrapped my arms around his neck and quickly used my own momentum to swing myself on his back. I locked my ankles around his neck, wrapped one arm around his throat, and drew my knife with the other. I pressed the blade under the river god's chin.

"Let—Jason—go." I put all my force into the command. "Now!"

Fortunately, my plan worked because Jason shot out of the water like a human cannonball. He broke through the branches of an olive tree and tumbled onto the grass. That couldn't have felt good, but he struggled to his feet, gasping and coughing. He raised his sword, and the dark clouds thickened over the river.

I shot him a warning look: Not yet. I still had to get out of the river without drowning or getting electrocuted.

Achelous gotten over his daze and shock and arched his back. I pressed my knife harder against his throat.

"Be a good bull," I warned.

"You promised," Achelous said through gritted teeth. "You promised Hercules won't get my horn."

"And he won't," I said, "But I will."

I raised my knife and slashed off the god's horn. The Celestial bronze cut through the base like it was wet clay. Achelous bellowed in rage. Before he could recover, I stood up on his back. With the horn in one hand and my dagger in the other, I leaped for the shore.

"Jason!" I yelled.

Thank the gods, he understood. A gust of wind caught me and carried me safely over the bank. I hit the ground rolling as the hairs on my neck stood up. A smell filled the air. I turned toward the river in time to be blinded.

BOOM! Lightning stirred the water into a boiling cauldron, steaming and hissing with electricity. I blinked the yellow spots out of my eyes as the god Achelous wailed and dissolved beneath the surface. His horrified expression seemed to be asking: How could you?

I doubt Achelous was killed by that considering he's an immortal River God—probably just dissolved into the river to nurse his wounds. But I wasn't going to take any chance.

"Jason, run!" I yelled.

Jason nodded as we crash through the woods.

As I climbed the hill, clasping the bull's horn to my chest, I realized I was sobbing—though I wasn't sure if it was from fear, or relief, or shame for tricking the old river god.

We didn't slow down until we reached the crest of the hill.

I felt silly, but I kept breaking down and crying as I told Jason what had happened while he was struggling underwater.

"Piper, you had no choice." He put his hand on my shoulder. "You saved my life."

I wiped my eyes and tried to control myself. The sun was nearing the horizon. If we are to make it to Rome, we need to reach Hercules now.

"Achelous forced your hand," Jason continued. "Even if it meant about lying about not giving it to Hercules—"

"Jason, I wasn't lying," I said. "I swore on the Styx that I wouldn't. It was the only way I could think of to get his guard down to save you."

"Piper, that was dangerous," Jason said.

"I know, but if Achelous was right about Hercules, then Hercules don't deserve this horn," I replied.

"Hercules might try to kill us for that," Jason said.

"I have a plan for that." I told Jason of my plan. I must have been emotional enough to subconsciously used my charmspeaking ability, because Jason's eyes glazed over as I talked.

"Whatever you say," he promised. Then he blinked a few times. "We might die, but I'm in."

Hercules was waiting right where we'd left him. He was staring at the Argo II, docked between the pillars as the sun set behind it. Hercules must have been watching it for a while because he had a scowling look that said: These are the next generation of great heroes?

I don't know what Hercules might of saw to cause Hercules to have that kind of look, but I didn't question it. Other than that the ship looked okay, but if my plan don't work, that might change things.

It was too late for me to reconsider, though. I'd already sent an Iris-message to Leo (when he was in the engine room thank gods). Jason was prepared. And, seeing Hercules again, I felt more certain than ever that I couldn't give him what he wanted.

Hercules didn't exactly brighten when he saw me carrying the bull's horn, but his scowl lines lessened.

"Good," he said, "You got it. In that case, you are free to go."

I glanced at Jason. "You heard him. He gave us permission." I turned back to the god. "That means our ship will be able to pass the Mediterranean?"

"Yes, yes," Hercules agreed.

"You swear on the River of Styx," I said.

"Unnecessary, but yes," Hercules said as the sky boomed. "Now, the horn."

"No," I said.

The god frowned. "Excuse me?"

I raised the cornucopia. Since I cut it from Achelous' head, the horn hollowed out, becoming smooth and dark on the inside. It didn't appear magical, but I was counting on it's power."

"Achelous told us somethings you left out in your story," I said. "Such as you're being his curse as much as yours. And from what I heard, you're a sorry excuse for a hero."

Hercules stared at me as if I was speaking French (which was possible since my mother created the language). "You realize I could kill you with a flick of my finger," he said. "I could throw my club at your ship and cut straight through its hull. I could—"

"You could shut up," Jason said. He drew his sword. "I wouldn't put up with any brother who acts like you."

The veins on Hercules' neck turned as purple as is robes. "You would not be the first demigod I've killed."

"Jason is better than you. In fact, we're all better than you—including our friends on our ship," I said. "The seven of us are destined to be greater heroes than you ever were? If you can't accept that, you don't deserve this prize. I'm going to keep it, to remind me what not to be like as a demigod, and to remind me of poor Zoë Achelous and Deianira."

That must of finally snapped whatever was keeping Hercules sane. "Do not mention that name! You can't seriously think I'm worried about your puny boyfriend or any of your friends. No one is stronger than me."

"I didn't say stronger," I corrected. "I said we're better. Because even without the gods—we are good people have wisdom, forge, sea, underworld, war, sky, and love on our side. And that's what will make us the greatest and why Hera send us on this quest!"

As I said that I pointed the mouth of the horn at Hercules—who's eyes turned to pure rage and confusion—and I poured every bit of resentment, doubt, and anger I'd been harboring since Camp Jupiter along with all the good things I'd shared with Jason, and the future of no giants and Gaea sleeping and most importantly no feud between the Greeks and Romans.

The horn blasted forth a flood of food as powerful as Achelous' river. A torrent of fresh fruit, baked goods, and smoked ham completely buried Hercules. I didn't understand how all that stuff fit through the entrance of the horn, but I thought hams were especially appropriate.

When it had spewed out enough goodies to fill a house, the horn shut itself off. I heard Hercules shrieking and struggling somewhere underneath. Apparently even the strongest god in the world could be caught off guard when buried under fresh produce.

"Go!" I told Jason, who'd forgotten his part of the plan and was staring in amazement at the fruit pile. "Go!"

Jason grabbed my waist and summoned the wind. We shot away from the island so quickly, I almost got whiplash.

Jason and I touched down on the Argo II. Thankfully, Leo done his part. The ship's oars were already in aerial mode. The anchor was up. Jason summoned a gale so strong it pushed them into the sky, while Percy sent a ten-foot-tall wave against the shore, knocking Hercules down a second time just as his head poked out of the pile—wearing a coconut like a helmet.

By the time the god regained his feet and started lobbing coconuts at them from far below, the Argo II was already sailing through the clouds above the Mediterranean.