A/N: I don't own the rights to any of the Percy Jackson series or it's characters. That right goes to Rick Riordan. I also don't own the rights to Animorph including it's title.

I am, however, the person who posted 'The Tales of...' series.

This is not a crossover of the Percy Jackson series with the book/tv series Animorph, despite what you might think from the title. I just thought it be a proper name for the ability to turn into animals since that's why the tv/book series 'Animorph' was called that in the first place.

If you haven't read this yet, read:

Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief

Nobody Gets the Fleece

"I got Nobody!" Polyphemus gloated.

We crept to the cave entrance and saw the Cyclops, grinning wickedly holding up empty air. The monster shook his fist and a baseball cap futtered to the ground. There was Annabeth hanging upside down by her legs.

"Hah!" the Cyclops said. "Nasty invisible girl! Already got feisty one for wife. Means you gotta be grilled with mango chutney!"

Annabeth struggled, but she looked dazed. She had a nasty cut on her forehead. Her eyes were glassy.

"I'll rush him," I whispered to Clarisse. "Our ship is around the back of the island. You and Grover—"

"No way," they said at the same time. Clarisse had armed herself with a highly collectible ram's-horn spear from the Cyclops's cave. Grover had found a sheep's thigh bone, which he didn't look too happy about, but he was gripping it like a club, ready to attack.

"We'll take him together," Clarisse growled.

"Yeah," Grover said. Then he blinked, like he couldn't believe he'd just agreed with Clarisse about something.

"All right," I said. "Attack plan Macedonia."

They nodded. We'd all taken the same training courses at Camp Half-Blood. They knew what I was talking about. They would sneak around either side and attack the Cyclops from the flanks while I held his attention in the front. Normally this meant we'd all die instead of just me, but I was grateful for the help since I doubt a full grown elephant will stop him easy since he can move a six ton rock.

I moved forward. "Hey, Ugly!"

The giant whirled toward me. "Another one? Who are you?"

"Put down my friend. I'm the one who insulted you."

"You are Nobody?"

"That's right, you smelly bucket of nose drool! I'm Nobody and I'm proud of it! Now, put her down and get over here. I want to show you a new trick I learn just to poke your eye out!"

"RAAAR!" he bellowed.

The good news: he dropped Annabeth. The bad news: he dropped her headfirst onto the rocks, where she lay motionless like a rag doll.

Now Polyphemus barreled toward me, a thousand smelly pounds of Cyclops.

I dropped to all four and shapeshifted into a full grown African Elephant and took Polyphemus head on.

He slammed into me and I slid back from his weight and strength.

"For Pan!" Grover rushed in from the right. He threw his sheep bone, which bounce harmlessly off the monster's forehead. Clarisse ran in from the left and set her spear between the Cyclops and myself just as he stepped on it. He wailed in pain, and Clarisse dove out of the way to avoid getting trampled.

I shapeshifted back to human form only to morphed into a skunk. I did a headstand. If I heard about skunks right, they should have the spray of fifteen feet. Perfect for Polyphemus' size. I let out a spray, that hit Polyphemus directly in the face.

The Cyclops wailed as he covered his face as I morphed back to human.

I shapeshifted back into elephant form and charged head on and hit Polyphemus full power, knocking him down.

"Get Annabeth," I yelled at Grover.

He rushed over, grabbed her invisibility cap, and picked her up.

We rushed out and headed to the bridge. It wasn't the best option with the man-eating sheep, but it was our best chance.

Polyphemus somehow manage to get up, and was trying to chase us, but he was disoriented from the smell of skunk spray too add onto the fact he was blind to start with. He screamed and yelled at us.

I helped Grover with Annabeth as we cross the bridge.

Once we were on the other side, I took out Riptide, uncapped it, and cut the ropes just as Cyclops was half way across the bridge.

The bridge fell away into the chasm, but Cyclops made a leap and manage to land on the side of the cliff. He pulled himself up, smelling worse than ever.

Then something went whoosh next to us.

A rock the size of a basketball sailed into Polyphemus' throat-beautiful three pointer, nothing but net. The Cyclops choked, trying to swallow the unexpected pill. But he lost his grip and fell into the chasm.

I turned.

Halfway down the path to the beach, standing completely unharmed in the midst of a flock of killer sheep, was Tyson.

…

Tyson gave us the short version: Rainbow the hippocampus—who'd apparently been following us ever since Long Island Sound, waiting for Tyson to play with him—had found Tyson sinking beneath the wreckage of the CSS Birmingham and pulled him to safety. He and Tyson had been searching the Sea of Monsters ever since, trying to find us, until Tyson caught the scent of sheep and found this island.

I wanted to hug the big oaf, except he was standing in the middle of killer sheep. "Tyson, thank the gods. Annabeth is hurt!"

"You than the gods she is hurt?" he asked, puzzled.

"No!" I knelt beside Annabeth and was worried sick by what I saw. The gash on her forehead was worse than I'd realized. Her hairline was sticky with blood. Her skin was pale and clammy.

Grover and I exchanged nervous looks. Then an idea came to me.

"I'll be right back," I said. I shapeshifted into a peregrine falcon and flew off. I headed to the tree with the fleece. Since the sheep were surrounding Tyson—probably because he smelled like Polyphemus—nothing was guarding the Fleece.

I grabbed the Fleece, finding it heavier than I thought. I change back to human and focus on a bigger bird. My body change shape as feathers sprouted and my mouth turn into a beak. I turn into an Andean Condor. I manage to lift the fleece as I flew toward the others. I landed on the ground and change back to human forms.

"Great idea, Percy," Grover said as he grabbed the Fleece. He spread it over Annabeth, covering everything but her face. I prayed to all the gods I could think of that this would work.

The color returned to her face. Her eyelids fluttered open. The cut on her forehead began to close. She saw Grover and said weakly, "You're not… married?"

"Grover grinned. "No. My friends talked me out of it."

"Annabeth," I said, "just lay still."

But despite our protest she sat up, and I noticed that the cut on her face was almost healed. She looked better as she shimmered with health.

Meanwhile, Tyson was starting to have trouble with the sheep. "Down!" he told them as they tried to climb him, looking for food. A few were sniffing in our direction. "No Sheepies. This way! Come here1'

They heeded him, but it was obvious they were hungry, and they were starting to realize Tyson didn't have any treats for them. They wouldn't hold out forever with so much fresh meat nearby.

"We have to go," I said. "Our ship is…" The Queen Anne's Revenge was a very long way away. The shortest route was across the chasm, and we'd just destroyed the only bridge. There was one way to get everyone across, but I never done it before.

"Tyson, did you see a ship coming here?" I asked.

"Yes!" Tyson said.

"Lead the flock away from here and meet us there!"

Tyson looked doubtful, but he whistled. "Come, Sheepies, people food this way!"

He jogged off into the meadow, the sheep in pursuit.

"Keep the Fleece around you," I told Annabeth. "Just in case you're not fully healed yet."

"What are you—"

I focus on the forms of Pegasus like the ones at camp. According to Chiron last summer, I should be able to turn into mystical animals, I just won't have any of their mystical powers unless it's the same as my own.

I dropped to all four as my arms and legs extended a hairy tail burst out from my tail bone and my nose extended into a horse like snout and two wings sprouted from my shoulderblades. I manage to turn into a pegasus.

"That would work," Clarisse said.

Clarisse and Grover got Annabeth on my back, after helping her up as it turned out she had broken ribs that the Fleece was still mending. Once all three was on my back. Since this was new for me, I decided to get a running start to fly. I spread my wings and galloped toward the edge, I jumped off and started flying.

I flew toward the Queen Anne's Revenge. We landed with ease and Clarisse and Grover helped Annabeth off my back so I could turn back to human form.

Once I was human I got to work on the ship. I willed it to raise the anchor and set it sail to the beach where Tyson was waiting with sheep.

"Tyson swim to the ship!" I shouted. "They might not follow you!"

Tyson started swimming toward us and sure enough, the sheep didn't follow. But before he could reach us, there was a tremendous roar and saw Polyphemus waddling after Tyson, scraped up, bruised, but still very much alive, his baby-blue wedding outfit in tatters with a huge boulder in each hand.