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' and 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Quest for Buford' 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.

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.

Keep in mind it would be hard to be original with Hazel's and Frank's Flashbacks in this story. Sorry if this chapter is too much like the book

Frank's POV Part XII

I took the quickest possible shower, put on the clothes Hazel set out—an olive-green shirt with beige cargo pants, really?—then grabbed my spare bow and quiver and bounded up the attic stairs.

Grandmother wasn't kidding about the attic being full of weapons. There were shields, spears, and quivers of arrows hung along one wall—almost as many as in the Camp Jupiter Armory. At the back window, a scorpion crossbow was mounted and loaded ready for action. At the front window stood something that looked like a machine gun with a cluster of barrels.

"Rocket launcher?" I wondered aloud.

"Nope, nope," said a voice from the corner. "Potatoes. Ella doesn't like potatoes."

The harpy had made a nest for herself between two old steamer trunks—probably full of more weapons. She was sitting in a pile of Chinese scrolls reading seven or eight at once.

I decided to stock my duffle bag, that I grabbed, with as many weapons as I could carry. Since the weapons belong to my family, and after today I'll possibly be the last one in North America, that these weapons are going to be mine anyways. I planned to have Percy and Hazel pack as much as they could as well.

"Ella," I said as I stock a spear my duffle bag. "Where are the others?"

"Roof." She glanced upward, then returned to her reading, alternately picking her feathers and turning pages. "Roof. Ogre-watching. Ella doesn't like ogres. Potatoes."

"Potatoes?" I didn't understand until I swiveled the machine gun around. Its eight barrels were loaded with spuds. At the base of the gun, a basket was filled with more edible ammunition. I probably should pack those as well.

I looked out the window—the very same one I realize my mom had watched me from when I had met the bear. Down in the yard, the ogres were milling around, shoving each other, occasionally yelling at the house, and throwing bronze cannonballs that exploded in midair. Either those are defective or they're to scare me out, or Percy and Hazel found away to stop them from hitting the house. I'm hoping for the last one.

"They have cannonballs," I said. "And we have a potato gun."

"Starch," Ella said thoughtfully. Starch is bad for ogres."

The house shook from another explosion. I quickly finish packing my duffle bag was filled pass capacity with as much spears, quivers, bows, and any other weapon I can carried, I grab the closest bag that was also in the attic, checked for any weapons—which there wasn't (my guess is it was kept in case my family needed to fill it with weapons for a journey, and hand it to Ella.

"Use this to carry any scroll and book you want," I told her.

"Bag good. Ella can carry more books." Ella agreed.

I wanted to go see how Percy and Hazel were doing, but I didn't want to leave Ella here alone.

I knelt next to her, as she started putting my family scrolls in her new bag. "Ella, it's not safe here with the ogres. We're going to be flying to Alaska soon. Will you come with us?"

Ella twitched uncomfortably. "Alaska. "Six hundred twenty-six thousand, four hundred twenty-five square miles. State mammal: the moose."

Suddenly she switched to Latin, which I could just barely follow thanks to my classes at Camp Jupiter: "To the north, beyond the gods, lies the legion's crown. Without the gift of Neptune, his son shall drown—" She stopped and scratched her dishevel red hair. "Hmm. Burned. The rest is burned."

I could hardly breathe. "Ella, was… was that a prophecy? Where did you read that?"

"Moose," Ella said, savoring the word. "Moose. Moose. Moose."

The house shook again. Dust rained down from the rafters. Outside, an ogre bellowed, "Frank Zhang! Show yourself!"

"Nope," Ella said. "Frank shouldn't. Nope."

"Just… stay here and pack, okay?" I told her. "I've got to go help Hazel and Percy."

I pulled down the ladder to the roof.

…

"Morning," Percy said grimly. Beautiful day, huh?" He wore the same clothes as the day before—jeans, his purple T-shirt, and Polartec jacket—but they'd obviously been freshly washed. He had his thermos out and ready, and every time the giants sent up a cannonball, Percy summoned a high powered blast of water and detonated the sphere in midair.

I noticed there was garden hose on the roof as well. I remembered that my family was descended from Poseidon and what my Grandmother said about the house being attacked before, so the hose was up here for the same reason Percy had his Thermos out.

Without the gift of Neptune, his son shall drown, I remembered Ella recited.

Percy said that he thought his father gave him the Thermos, so it would technically his gift. But my family gift was also the gift of Neptune. It dawned to me either me or the Thermos could prevent Percy from drowning, and a part of me hopes it's the thermos.

Hazel patrolled the window's walk between the two attic gables. She looked so good, it made my chest hurt. She wore jeans, a cream-colored jacket, and a white shirt that made her skin look as warm as cocoa. Her curly hair fell around her shoulders. When she came close, I could smell jasmine shampoo.

She gripped her sword. When she glanced at me, her eyes flashed with concern. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Why are you smiling?"

"Oh, uh, nothing," I manage—not realizing I was smiling. "Thanks for the breakfast. And the clothes. And… not hating me."

Hazel looked baffled. "Why would I hate you?"

My face burned. I wished I kept my mouth shut, but it was too late now. Don't let her get away, my grandmother had said. You need strong women.

"It's just… last night," I stammered. "When I summoned the skeleton. I thought… I thought that you thought… I was repulsive… or something."

Hazel raised her eyebrows. She shook her head in dismay. "Frank, maybe I was surprised. Maybe I was scared of that thing. But repulsed? The way you command it, so confident and everything—like, Oh, by the way, guys, I have this all-powerful spartus we can use. I couldn't believe it. I wasn't repulsed, Frank. I was impressed."

I wasn't sure I heard her right. "You were… impressed… by me?"

"Dude, it was pretty amazing," Percy laughed.

"Honest?" I asked.

"Honest," Hazel promised. "But right now, we have other problems to worry about. Okay?"

She gestured at the army of ogres, who were getting increasingly bold, shuffling closer and closer to the house.

Percy readied his thermos. "I've got one more trick up my sleeve. Your lawn has a sprinkler system. I can blow it up and cause some confusion down there. However, we would have to time it just right in order to get out of here."

I wasn't much worried as Hazel's praise was still ringing in my ears. Dozens of ogres were camped on my lawn, waiting to tear me apart, and I could barely control the urge to grin.

Hazel didn't hate me. She was impressed.

I forced myself to concentrate. I remembered what my grandmother had told me about the nature of my gift, and how I had to leave her here to die."

You've got a role to play, Mars had said, With the combination of your family gift and being my son, you're the muscles of the group, and Gaea knows it.

I still can't believe I was Juno's secret weapon, or that I was the muscles of the seven, or that this big Prophecy of the Seven depended on me. But right now Hazel and Percy were counting on me, and I had to do my best.

"What about that dog whistle?" Hazel asked Percy that brought me out of it.

"Dog whistle?" I asked.

Percy looked uncertain but did bring out what looked like a bronze whistle that does resembles ones used on dogs.

"I think I can use it to call on a hellhound." Percy's eyebrows furrowed.

"So a hellhound whistle?" I corrected what Hazel called it earlier. "Why do you have a hellhound whistle?"

"I'm not a hundred percent sure but I think it has to do with one of my dream visions and my memories that is still hazy," Percy said, "But basically, I think the hellhound I use this to call on can help."

My ears started ringing some more as ideas came to my mind. "Can it take weapons to Camp Jupiter?"

"Maybe," Percy said. "But I don't think the campers would be glad to see weapons delivered to Camp through what they consider as a monster."

"True," Hazel said.

"Right…" I agreed as I started to get this feeling there's more too it than a Hellhound to what Percy is talking about. "Once we get out of here, we need to get to the airfield."

"Airfield?"

I explained to my friends about the plane waiting at the airfield, and my grandmother's note for the pilot. "He's a legion veteran. He can help. Meanwhile we can load our duffle bags and any bag in the attic we can use to stock up on weapons to have send to Berkley Hills using Percy's Hellhound to wait for us to safely deliver to Camp Jupiter."

"Frank, are you sure?" Hazel asked. "What about your grandmother? We can't just leave her defenseless."

"My grandmother made it clear she would be okay." I choked back a sob.

"There's still one other problem," Percy said. "Air travel is dangerous for children of Neptune and I don't know how Jupiter would take to the idea of you flying since you're both a son of Mars and legacy of Neptune."

"We'll have to risk it," I said. "Too be honest, that's not my main concern. I still don't know how to use my family gift and it might be our best chance out of here and there's something else…"

Another massive cheer went up from the Laistrygonians. I realized they were staring up at me, pointing and waving and laughing. They spotted their breakfast.

"Zhang!" They yelled. "Zhang!"

Hazel stepped closer to me. "They keep doing that. Why are they yelling your name?"

"Never mind," I said. "Listen, we've got to protect Ella, take her with us."

"Of course," Hazel said. "That poor thing needs our help"

"That's not what I mean," I responded. "She recited a prophecy downstairs. I think… I think it was about this quest."

I repeated the lines I recited and brought up how the gift of Neptune might refer to my family gift or Percy's thermos.

"I don't know how a son of Neptune can drown since I can breathe underwater, but I always keep my thermos on me unless someone takes it from me," Percy said. "As or your family gift, if it comes to you saving my neck, at least I know I can trust you. Same for you, Hazel."

"The crown of the legion," Hazel said, "It has to be the Eagle."

Percy nodded. "I been thinking—Ella recited something like this once before in Portland—a line from the old Great Prophecy."

"The what?" I asked.

"Tell you later." Percy fire another water blast from his thermos and shot another cannonball out of the sky.

It exploded in an orange fireball. The ogres clapped with appreciation and yelled, "Pretty! Pretty!"

"The thing is," I said. "Ella remembers everything she reads. She said something about the page being burned, like she'd read damage text of prophecies."

Hazel's eyes widened. "Burned books of prophecy—the lost Sibylline Books that outlined the entire destiny of Rome? If Ella actually read a copy somehow, and memorized it—"

"Then she's the most valuable harpy in the world," I said. "No wonder Phineas wanted to capture her."

"Frank Zhang!" an ogre shouted from below. He was bigger than the rest, wearing a lion's cape like a Roman standard bearer and a plastic bib with a lobster on it. "Come down, son of Mars! We've been waiting for you. Come, be our honored guest!"

Hazel gripped my arm. "Why do I get the feeling that 'honored guest' means the same thing as 'dinner'?"

I wished Mars was still there. I could use somebody to snap his fingers and make my battle jitters go away.

Hazel believes in me, I thought. I can do this.

I looked at Percy. "Can you drive?"

"Sure. Why?"

"Grandmother's car is in the garage. It's an old Cadillac. The thing is like a tank. If you can get it started—"

"We'll still have to break through a line of ogres," Hazel said.

"Percy, can you call on your hellhound? Now?" I asked.

Percy nodded. "With a blow of my whistle."

"All right, if you don't hear Laistrygonians being destroyed, blow the whistle," I said. "Meanwhile I'll buy you as much time as I can. Get Ella, pack as much weapons as you can, and get in the car."

Percy frowned. "Frank—"

"Give us your answer, Frank Zhang!" the ogre yelled up. "Come down, and we will spare the others—your friends, your poor old granny. We only want you!"

"They're lying," Percy muttered.

"Yeah, I got that," I agreed. "Go!"

My friends ran for the ladder.

I tried to control my beating heart. I grinned and yelled, "Hey, down there! Who's hungry?" the ogres cheered as I paced along the window's walk and waved like a rock star.

I tried to summon my family power. I imagined myself as a fire breathing dragon. I strained and clenched my fist and thought about dragons so hard, beads of sweat popped up from my forehead. But nothing happened.

Maybe a dragon was pushing it. I mean, I only knew what they looked like from monster fighting class.

So then I remembered those winged beast at the Amazon HQ—I think they were gryphons. That could work as a distraction, but I don't know if it will be enough.

Time for Plan B—Improvised.

I reached in for my bag that my friends left up here and took out a quiver full of arrows I grabbed in the attic labelled ASSORTED VARIETIES in my mom's hand writing and the machine gun.

The ogres started to become restless. The cheering turned to catcalls.

I swiveled the barrel and took aim at the ogres, yelling, "This is my answer!"

I pressed the trigger and eight powered spuds blasted at the lead giant in the chest, propelling him backward with such force that he crashed into a stack of bronze cannonballs, which promptly exploded, leaving a crater in the yard.

Apparently starch was bad for ogres.

The ogres started running around in confusion and I was about to use my assorted varieties arrows when I heard a loud, AROO!

Either Percy must of used the whistle or we got lucky because a huge mastiff the size of a tank jumped out of woods and started attacking the Laistrygonians. And she wasn't alone. On her back was a single eyed Cyclopes dressed like a homeless guy, brown a hair and waving a single club as it smashed into the Laistrygonians.

After a few giants bursting into flames I decided the Cyclopes was on our side, I took the chance to headed down.

…

"What's going on out there?" Percy asked when I made it to the garage. "We heard an explosion and what sounded like a battle going on?"

"The explosion was my doing, but the battle you're hearing is a Cyclopes and hellhound destroying the Laistrygonians," I said. "Thanks for blowing the whistle by the way."

"I didn't blow the whistle," Percy said.

"It's true, we thought you were up to something," Hazel said.

I frowned. If Percy didn't blow the whistle then how did the Hellhound knew when to come or is it even Percy's pet hellhound?

Percy seemed confused before he had a look of realization. "Frank, did the Cyclops had messy brown hair… two meters tall at the shortest, dressed like he been on the streets."

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

Before he could answer the garage door opened. I quickly draw out an arrow and Hazel and Percy took out their swords. However, on the other side the cyclopes that attacked the Laistrygonians appeared behind it. Now that I got a closer look,, he was two meters tall—shorter than the cyclops in the giant army, and one large brown eye.

"Brother!" He cried as he rushed over to Percy and gave him the biggest bear hug.

Hazel and I were totally confused as Percy had a look as if it dawned to him he knew this Cyclopes.

"You are not dead!" The cyclopes said as he released Percy. "I like it when you're not dead!"

"Hey, Tyson," Percy greeted.

At that moment the massive hellhound tried to fit into my grandmother's garage but couldn't as the space wasn't big enough for her and the caddilac looking at Percy with longing eyes.

"Hey Mrs. O'Leary," Percy walked over and patted her on the head.

"Um, Percy, explain," I said.

"Uh right. Frank, Hazel, Ella this is my adopted-half-brother Tyson and my pet hellhound Mrs. O'Leary," Percy said, "Tyson, this these are friends of mine on a quest we're on, Frank, Hazel, and Ella."

Tyson seemed fixated on Ella when Percy introduced him to her.

Out of nowhere Tyson said, "You're pretty."

Ella blushed toward Tyson's compliment.

I looked at Percy who shrugged like it wasn't surprising.

Hazel and I decided that the big guy and the even bigger hellhound was no threat as we lower our weapons to him.

"Tyson listen, my friends and I are on a quest," Percy explained.

Tyson perked up. "Is that why you keep running off?"

"Yeah… sorry about that," Percy said. Percy quickly explained about the camp and the army marching toward it and how their best chance of surviving is if we free Thantos.

Tyson nodded. "Free Death God, make giant go KABOOM and save the Roman camp. Can I help?"

Percy looked at me. At first I didn't know why, but then I remember that I'm supposed to be leading this quest.

"Are you sure? I don't want your brother getting hurt," I said.

Percy smiled. "I wouldn't worry about that. Tyson here is the general of the Cyclops army that serves for the Olympians. That reminds me. Tyson, Frank here is a descendant of Poseidon."

"Brother!" Tyson crushed me into a big hug.

I swear I heard Percy and Hazel stifling a laugh and giggle.

"Actually Tyson, Frank is more of your long distant nephew," Percy corrected.

"So not brother?" Tyson asked with the saddest face

"Um… Oh never mind. Yeah, he's your brother," Percy said.

"Thanks," I mumbled trough the flannel although having a Cyclopes like Tyson see me as a brother can't be any worse than having Mars being my dad.

Outside we could hear the ogres roaring and I prayed that they haven't completely reformed.

"Guys, I hate to break this reunion, but we should go," Hazel said

"Right," I agreed.

We packed our duffle bags and extra bags into the trunk of the Cadillac.

"Tyson, you and Mrs. O'Leary follow us," Percy ordered.

"Right," Tyson said heading out of the garage and climbed onto Mrs. O'Leary back. Ella flew outside and landed on Mrs. O'Leary's back.

"Ella?" Hazel asked.

"Ella ride on big dog. Not so cramp," Ella said.

Seeing no way out of this, Percy yelled, "Tyson, protect Ella as well. Make sure no ogre gets her."

"I'll protect pretty Harpy," Tyson yelled.

I took the passenger seat in the front as Hazel took the seat out back. Percy started the car and gunned the engine. We shot out of the garage as Mrs. O'Leary raced after us with Tyson and Ella on her back.

The ogres that reformed tried to intercept but Percy shouted at the top of his lungs, and the irrigated system exploded. A hundred geysers shot into the air along with clods of dirt, pieces of pipe, and very heavy sprinkler heads.

I looked back to make sure Mrs. O'Leary was still following us. Not only she was, but Tyson was clubbing every ogre that tried to intervene and swatted any cannonball they threw.

Fortunately in the chaos, the ogres seemed to ignore my grandmother's house as it disappeared.

"How far to the airfield?" Percy asked.

"About three miles," I said. "You can't miss it."

Sure enough we reached the airfield. A private jet idled on the runway. Its stairs down.

Percy slammed on the breaks and we manage to stop in front of the plane.

Once we got outside we heard Ella shrieking.

"N-n-no!" she yelped. "Fly with wings! N-n-no airplanes."

"Brother, Ella won't leave Mrs. O'Leary," Tyson said.

"What should we do?" Frank asked.

Percy rubbed the back of his head. "I guess we use our original plan."

Percy turned to Tyson. "Tyson, there's a bunch of bags full of weapons in the trunk. I want you to take Ella and those weapons to Oakland hills. That's the location of the demigod camp we were at before this quest, but don't enter it without us. Instead meet us above the Caldecott Tunnel."

"I can't come with you?" Tyson had another puppy dog face. Apparently he was looking forward to joining us on this quest.

"Sorry big guy, but someone needs to protect Ella. She knows things that the enemy wants. And those weapons are the camp's best chance," Percy said, "Besides, if we make it back, you can help us make a whole army of evil monsters go KABOOM!"

That seem to brightened Tyson's mood as he grinned. "I'll protect Ella then. I'll contact Annabeth too. She'll be happy to know I found you. Oh! That reminds me!"

Tyson dug through his pockets and brought out a crumpled piece of paper. "Annabeth has your shield—she wanted to return it to you personally. But I kept this for you."

He handed Percy the paper. I looked at it and noticed it wasn't a paper but rather a photograph of four kids. It must have been old, because I recognize Percy in the photo as a seven-year-old kid. There was also a fourteen-year-old guy with sandy blonde hair and elfish features that somewhat resembles the children of Mercury have, an older girl—at least twelve, with black messy hair, electric blue eyes and dressed like a cross of a goth and punk, and another girl Percy's age with blond hair that curled at the end and stormy gray eyes. They stood together with boys on one end and girls on the other with arms linked by the shoulders like one big happy family.

Suddenly I felt as if I was intruding on a private matter.

Percy smiled at the picture and stuffed it in his pocket. "Thanks, Tyson. When you see Annabeth, tell her I missed her."

"Will do," Tyson agreed.

"Camp," Ella muttered before speaking in Latin: "'Wisdom's daughter walks alone, the Mark of Athena burns through Rome."

Percy Hazel and I looked at each other. It sounded like Ella was reciting another prophecy.

At that moment we heard the Laistrygonians roared as they started appearing.

Percy Hazel and I quickly grabbed our main weapons and breast plates and three empty backpacks Percy and Hazel grabbed for this moment. I stuffed my normal arrows into the quiver full of variety assortment arrows so I had twice as many Arrows.

Tyson manage to grab all the bags and loaded all of them on Mrs. O'Leary.

"See you at the Roman Camp, brothers," Tyson yelled as he got on Mrs. O'Leary ran to the nearest shadow and the three of them—including Ella melted into the shadows.

"I'll miss her," Hazel said sadly.

"I'm sure we'll see her again," Percy said trying to hide his troubled look that he had since Ella recited the last prophecy.

An explosion sent part of the airfield fence line spinning into the air.

I tossed my grandmother's letter to Percy. "Show that to the pilot. Show him your letter from Reyna too! We've got to take off now."

Percy nodded. He and Hazel ran for the plane.

I took cover behind the Cadillac and started firing at the ogres. I targeted the largest clump of enemies and shot a tulip-shaped arrow. Just as I'd hoped, it was a hydra.

Ropes lashed out like squid tentacles, and the entire front row of ogres plowed face first into the dirt.

I heard the plane's engines rev.

I shot three more arrows as fast as I could, which turned out to be blasting arrows, as they blasted enormous craters in the ogres ranks. The survivors were only a hundred yards away, and some of the brighter ones stumbled to a stop, realizing they were now within hurling range.

"Frank!" Hazel shrieked. "Come on!"

A fiery cannonball hurtled toward me in a slow arc. I knew instantly it was going to hit the plane. I nocked an arrow. I can do this, I thought. I let the arrow fly. It intercepted the cannonball midair, detonating a massive fireball. Another two cannonballs sailed toward me and I ran.

Behind me, metal groaned as the Cadillac exploded. I dove into the plane just as the stairs started to rise.

The pilot must've understood the situation just fine. There was no safety announcement, no pre-flight drink, and no waiting for clearance. He pushed the throttle, and the plane shot down the runway. Another blast ripped through the runway behind us, but then we were in the air.

I looked down and saw the airstrip riddled with craters like a piece of burning Swiss cheese. Swaths of Lynn Canyon Park was on fire but there was no sign of fire where the Zhang family mansion, as if the ogres were too busy with me to remember about my grandmother.

I failed to grab my grandmother, I failed to use my powers, but at least my grandmother will be able to keep her promise about letting herself be killed by ogres (although I tried to push back the thought of the inevitable of her death). And now Ella was in safe hands for the moment. After what Tyson did for us, I really started to believe that cyclopes might be on our side, and—as surprise as I am to admit it—glad I'm related to him. As the view was blocked off by clouds, I realize that even though at the end of this quest if I survive I'll be the last of the Zhang family, I'm not out of family members.

The plane banked to the left.

Over the intercom, the pilot's voice said, "Senatus Populusque Romanus, my friends. Welcome aboard. Next stop: Anchorage, Alaska."