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
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Titan's Curse
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Battle of the Labyrinth

Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians

The Stolen Chariot

I was in fifth-period science class when I heard these noises outside.

SCRAWK! OW! SCREECH! "HIYA!"

Like somebody as getting attack by possessd poultry, and believe me, that's a situation I've been in before. Nobody else seemed to notice the commotion. We were doing a lab, so everybody was talking, and it wasn't hard for me to go look out the window while I pretended to wash out my beaker.

Sure enough, there was a girl in the alley with her sword drawn. She as tall and muscular like a basketball player, with stringy brown hair and jeans and combat boots and a denim jacket. She was hacking at a flock of black birds the size ravens. Feathers stuck out of her clothes in several places. A cut was bleeding over her left eye. As I watched, one of the birds shot a feather like an arrow, and it lodged in her shoulder. She cursed and sliced at the bird, but it flew away.

Unfortunately, I recognized the girl. It was Clarisse, my old enemy from Camp Half-Blood. Clarisse usually lived there year-round. I had no idea what she was doing on the Upper East Side in the middle of a school day, but she was obviously in trouble. She wouldn't last much longer.

I did the only thing I could.

"Mrs. Whit," I said, "can I go to the restroom? I feel like I'm going to puke."

You know how teachers tell you the magic word is please? That's not true. The magic word is puke. It will get you out of class faster than anything else.

"Go!" Mrs. White said.

I ran out the door, stripping off my safety goggles and gloves and lab apron. I got out my best weapon-a ballpoint pen Riptide.

Nobody stopped me in the halls. I exited by the gym. I got to the alley just in time to see Clarisse smack a devil bird with the flat of her sword like she was hitting a home run. The bird squawked and spiraled away, slamming against a brick all and sliding into a trash can. That still left a dozen more swarming her.

"Clarisse!" I yelled.

She glared at me in disbelief. "Percy? What are you doing-"

She was cut short by a volley of feather arrows that zipped over her had and impaled themselves in the wall.

"This is my school," I told her.

"Just my luck," Clarisse grumbled, but she was too busy fighting to complain.

Hoping these birds go nuts to loud sounds, I shrunk down and fur sprouted over my body as I turn into a howler's monkey. I let out the loudest cry repeatedly and sure enough the birds became disorientated and flew into each other, allowing Clarisse to hack and slice right through them until they were reduce to piles of feathers on the ground.

We were both breathing hard. I took out a bag of ambrosia out of my jacket, where I always kept it for emergencies, broke a piece, and offered it to Clarisse.

"I don't need your help," she muttered, but she took the Ambrosia. She only ate a few bites-not too much, since the food of the gods can burn you to ashes if you overindulge. In a few seconds, Clarisse's scratches and bruises had disappeared.

Clarisse sheathed her sword and brushed off her denim jacket. "Well... see you."

"Hold up!" I said. "You can't just run off."

"Sure I can."

"What's going on? What are you doing away from camp? Why were those birds after you?"

Clarisse tried to push me, but I was accustomed to her tricks, and simply side-stepped and let her stumble past me.

"Come on, at least let me help," I said. "You just about got killed at my school."

Clarisse took a shaky breath. I got the feeling she really wanted to punch me out, but at the same time there was a desperate look in her eyes, like she was in serious trouble.

"It's my brothers," she said. "They're playing a prank on me."

"Oh," I said, not really surprised. Clarisse had lots of siblings at Camp Half-Blood. All of them picked on each other. I guess that was to be expected since they were sons and daughters of the war god Ares. "Which brothers? Sherman? Mark?"

"No," she said, sounding more afraid than I'd ever heard her. "My immortal brothers. Phobos and Deimos."

"Wait, I heard those names before," I said. "They were among the minor gods Mr. D said that was still loyal to Olympus. Why would they be attacking you?"

We sat on a bench at the park while Clarisse told me the story. I wasn't too worried about getting back to school. Mrs. White would just assume the nurse had sent me home, and sixth period was shop class. Mr. Bell never took attendance.

"So let me get this straight," I said. "You took your dad's chariot for a joyride, and now it's missing."

"He told me to take it out... a test," Clarisse corrected. "I'm supposed to bring it back at sunset. But-"

"Your brothers stole it from you," I said.

She nodded. "They're his regular charioteers, see. And they don't like anybody else getting to drive. So they stole the chariot from me and chased me off with those stupid arrow-throwing birds."

"Your dad's pets?"

She nodded miserably. "They guard his temple. Anyway, if I don't find the chariot..."

She looked like she was about to lose it. I didn't blame her. I'd seen her dad, Ares, get mad before, and it was not a pretty sight. If Clarisse failed him, he would come down on her. Real hard.

"I'll help you," I said.

She scowled. "Why would you? I'm not your friend."

I couldn't argue with that. Clarisse had been man to me a million times, but still, I didn't like the idea of her or anybody else getting beat up by Ares. I as trying to explain that to her when a guy's voice said, "Aw, look. I think she's been crying!"

A teenage dude was leaning against a telephone pole. He was dressed in ratty jeans, a black T-shirt, and a leather jacket, with a bandanna over his hair. A knife was stuck in his belt. He had eyes the color of flames.

"Phobos," Clarisse balled her fist. "Where's the chariot, you jerk?"

"You lost it," He teased. "Don't ask me."

"You little-"

Clarisse drew her sword and charged, but Phobos disappeared as she swung, and her blade bit into the telephone pole.

Phobos appeared on the bench next to me. He was laughing, but he stopped when I uncapped my pen, which grew into a three-foot-long bronze sword, with the point against Phobos' throat.

"You better return that chariot," I told him, "before I get mad."

He sneered and tried to look tough, or as tough as you can with a sword under your chin. "Who's your little boyfriend, Clarisse? You have to get help fighting your battles now?"

"He's not my boyfriend!" Clarisse tugged her sword, pulling it out of the telephone pole. "He's not even my friend. That's Percy Jackson."

Something changed in Phobos' expression. He looked surprised, maybe even nervous. "The son of Poseidon? The one who made Dad angry? Oh, this is too good, Clarisse. You're hanging out with a sworn enemy?"

"I'm not hanging out with him!"

Phobos' eyes glowed bright red.

Clarisse screamed. She swatted the air as if she were being attacked by invisible bugs. "Please, no!"

"What are you doing to her?" I demanded.

Clarisse backed up into the street, swinging her sword wildly.

"Stop it!" I told Phobos. I dug my sword in a little deeper against his throat, but h simply vanished, reappearing back at the telephone pole.

"Don't get so excited, Jackson," Phobos said. "I'm just showing her what she fears."

The glow faded from his eyes.

Clarisse collapsed, breathing hard. "You creep," she gasped. "I'll... I'll get you."

Phobos turned toward me. "How about you, Percy Jackson? What do you fear? I'll find out, you know. I always do."

"Give the chariot back." I tried to keep my voice even. "I took on your dad once. You don't scare me."

Phobos laughed. "Nothing to fear but fear itself. Isn't that what they say? Well, let me tell you a little secret, half-blood. I am fear. If you want to find the chariot, come and get it. It's across the water. You'll find it where the little wild animals live-just the sort of place you belong."

He snapped his fingers and disappeared in a curtain of yellow vapor.

Now, I've got to tell you, I've met a lot of godlings and monsters I didn't like, but Phobos took the prize. I don't like bullies. I'd never been in the "A" crowd at school, so I'd spent most of my life standing up to punks who tried to frighten me and my friends. The way Phobos laughed at me and made Clarisse collapse just by looking at her... I wanted to teach this guy a lesson.

I helped Clarisse up. Her face was still beaded with sweat.

"Now are you ready for help?" I asked.

...

We took the subway, keeping a lookout for more attacks, but no one bothered us. As we rode, Clarisse told me about Phobos and Deimos-besides the fact they were minor gods as I already know that much.

"Phobos is fear," she said. "Deimos is terror."

"What's the difference?"

She frowned. "Deimos is bigger and uglier, I guess. He's good at freaking out crowds. Phobos is more, like, personal. He can get inside your head."

"That's where they get the word phobia?"

"Yeah," she grumbled. "He's so proud of that. All those phobias named after him. The jerk."

"So if they are still loyal to Olympus, why don't they want you driving the chariot?"

"It's usually a ritual for just Ares' sons when they turn fifteen. I'm the first daughter to get a shot in a long time. Ares wants me to prove to myself to him to I have what it takes to lead my siblings in the Titan War. But Phobos and Deimos hates me. I've got to get the chariot back to the temple."

"Where is the temple?"

"Pier 86. The Intrepid."

"Oh." It made sense, now that I thought about it. I'd never actually been on board the old aircraft carrier, but I knew they used it as some kind of military museum. It probably had a bunch of guns and bombs and other dangerous toys. Just the kind of place a war god would want to hang out.

"We've got maybe four hours before sunset," I guessed. "That should be enough time if we can find the chariot."

"But what did Phobos mean, 'over the water'? We're on an island, for Zeus' sake. That can be direction!"

"He said something about little wild animals." I remembered.

"A zoo?"

I nodded. "There's one in Brooklyn, that's still on the island."

"I doubt it be somewhere that obvious," Chariot said.

"Then there's the one at Staten Island," I said.

"That's more like a place they would use. But what if we're wrong."

"Let's hope we're not because we won't have time to go back to Brooklyn," I said.

We hopped off the train at Times Square and caught Number 1 downtown, toward the ferry terminal.

We boarded the Staten Island Ferry at three thirty, along with a bunch of tourists, who crowded the railings of the top deck, snapped pictures of the Statue of Liberty.

"He modeled that after his mom," I said, looking at the statue.

Clarisse frowned at me. "Who?"

"Bartholdi," I said. "The dude who made the Statue of Liberty. He was a son of Athena, and he designed it to look like his mom. That's what Annabeth told me, anyway."

Clarisse rolled her eyes. Annabeth was my best friend and a huge nut when it came to architecture and monuments. I guess her egghead facts rubbed off on me sometimes. Not that I can blame her. I'm a huge nut when it comes to animals.

"Useless," Clarisse said. "If it doesn't help you fight, it's useless information."

I could've argued with her, but just then the ferry lurched like it had hit a rock. Tourist spilled forward, tumbling into each other. Clarisse and I ran to the front of the boat. The water bellow us started to boil. Then the head of a sea serpent erupted from the bay.

The monster was at least as big as the boat. It was as big as the boat. It was gray and green with a head like a crocodile and razor-sharp teeth. It smelled... well, like something that had just come up from the bottom of New York Harbor. Riding on its neck as a bulky guy in black Greek Armor. His face was covered with ugly scars, and he held a javelin in his hand.

"Deimos!" Clarisse yelled.

"Hello, sister!" His smile was almost as horrible as the serpent's. "Care to play?"

The monster roared. Tourists screamed and scattered. I don't know exactly what they saw, they were terrified.

"Leave them alone!" I yelled.

"Or what, son of the sea god?" Deimos sneered. "My brother tells me you're a wimp! Besides, I love terror. I live on terror!"

He spurred the sea monster into headbutting the ferry, which sloshed backward. Alarms blared. Passengers fell over each other trying to get away. Deimos laughed with delight.

"That's it," I grumbled. "Clarisse, when I morphed you get on my back."

"What?"

I didn't respond as I dropped to all four as my hands and feet turned into hooves and my arms and legs lengthened as wings sprout from my shoulder blades as I turn into a pegasus.

Fortunately Clarisse got the point now and climbed on my back. I took off into a running fly and we soar over the sea monster, trying to keep its attention on us.

"Get me within ten feet of Deimos and I should be able to tackle him." Clarisse told me.

I bobbed my head and flew straight toward the serpent. Just as it bared its fangs, I turned to one síde and Clarisse jumped. She crashed into Deimos, and both of them toppled into the sea.

Then in mid air I morphed and lengthen into a giant squid and landed on the serpent, entangling myself around it. The sea serpent roared and thrash as it tried to free itself from my grip. Then it sank into the sea and when I sense we were leaving the area, I untangle myself and released the serpent. That's what I like about them they are babies when they know they can't win, especially if they are hurt.

I shrank down as I turned into a sail fish and swam off where Clarisse fell. I found her not far, spluttering and coughing. I surfaced and morphed back to human form.

"Did you get Deimos?" I asked.

Clarisse shook her head. "The coward disappeared as we were wrestling. But I'm sure we'll see him and Phobos again."

Tourists were still running around the ferry in panic, but it didn't look like anybody was hurt. The boat didn't seemed damaged. I decided we shouldn't stick around. My body turn slick gray as my feet fuse to a tail and fins replace my arms and form on my back as I turned into a bottle nose dolphin. I nudge Clarisse and she got the idea as she grab onto my dorsal fin as I swim toward Staten Island.

In the west, the sun was going down over the Jersey shore. We were running out of time.

I'd never spent much time on Staten Island, and I found it was a lot bigger than I thought and not much fun to walk. The streets curved around confusingly, and everything seemed to be uphill. I was dry (I never get wet in the ocean unless I wanted to) but Clarisse's clothes were soaking wet, so she left mucky footprints all over the sidewalk, and the bus driver wouldn't let us on the bus.

"We'll never make it in time," she sighed.

"Stop thinking that way." I tried to sound upbeat, but I was starting to have doubts to. If we had something for me to track the chariot by, I could track it using animal powers. Not to mention, I wished we had reinforcements. Two demigods against two minor gods was not an even match, and when we met Phobos and Deimos together, I wasn't sure what we were going to do. I kept remembering what Phobos had said: How about you, Percy Jackson? What do you fear? I'll find out, you know.

My only hope is that once we get to the zoo, I can ask the animals to see if they know something. I don't understand all animals besides the ones my father Poseidon created, but ever since was made Friend of all wild by Lord Pan himself, most animals would do me a favor if I ask.

After dragging ourselves halfway down the island, past a lot of suburban houses and a couple of churches and a McDonalds, we finally saw a sign that said ZOO. We turned a corner and followed this curvy street with some woods on one side until we came to the entrance.

The lady at the ticket booth looked at us suspiciously, but thank the gods I had enough cash to get us inside.

"I should ask around and see if the animals seen something," I said as we walked around the reptilian house, but Clarisse stopped in her tracks.

"No need. There it is," Clarisse said.

It was sitting at a crossroads between the petting zoo and the sea otter pond: a large golden and red chariot tethered to four black horses. The chariot was decorated with amazing detail. It would've looked beautiful if all the pictures hadn't shown people dying painful deaths. The horses were breathing fire out of their nostrils.

Families with strollers walked right past the chariot like it didn't exist. I guess the Mist must've been really strong around it, because the chariot's only camouflage was a handwritten note taped to one of the horses' chests that said OFFICIAL ZOO VEHICLE.

"Where are Phobos and Deimos?" Clarisse muttered, drawing her sword.

I couldn't see them anywhere, but this had to be a trap.

I concentrated on the horses. Usually I could talk to horses, since my dad had created them. I said, Hey. Nice fire-breathing horses. Come here!

One of the horses whinnied disdainfully. I could understand his thoughts, all right. He called me some names I can't repeat.

"I'll try to get the reins," Clarisse said. "The horses knows me. Cover me."

"Right." I slapped the stop button on my watch and my shield spiraled out so I could defend if needed..Clarisse approached the chariot. SHe walked around the horses, almost tiptoeing.

She froze as a lady with a three-year-old girl passed by. The girl said. "Pony on fire!"

"Don't be silly, Jessie," the mother said in a dazed voice. "That's an official zoo vehicle."

The little girl tried to protest, but the mother grabbed her hand and they kept walking. Clarisse got closer to the chariot. Her hand was six inches from the rail when the horses reared up, whinnying and breathing flames. Phobos and Deimos appeared in the chariot, both of them now dressed in pitch-black battle armor. Phobos grinned, his red eyes glowing. Deimos' scarred face looked even more horrible up close.

"The hunt is on!" Phobos yelled. Clarisse stumbled back as h lashed the horses and charged the chariot straight toward me.

Instead of fighting, I drop down on all four and morphed into a pronghorn as I ran. I jumped over a trash bin and an exhibit fence. The chariot crashed through the fence behind me, plowing down everything in its path.

I ran onto the rock island in the middle of the otter exhibit. I shrunk down to an otter and slid down to pond, as I willed the water into a column and doused the horses, temporarily extinguishing their flames and sending them into confusion. I swam through the remaining water, reached land, and morphed back into a longhorn and started running as Phobos tried to get his horses under control.

Clarisse took the opportunity to jump on Deimos' back just as he was lifting his javelin. Both went tumbling out of the chariot as it lurched forward.

I could hear Deimos and Clarisse starting to fight, sword on sword, but I didn't have time to worry about it because Phobos was riding after me again. I sprinted toward the aquarium with the chariot right behind me.

"Hey, Percy!" Phobos taunted. "I've got something for you!"

I didn't look back but I heard a KA-BOOOOM!

I shrunk down and my back hardened into a shell as I turn into a box turtle as a kiosk exploded, sending fuzzy animals and plastic cups and disposable cameras in every direction. I popped out of my shell to see Phobos was now in a long gun barreled tak I recognized from this report I'd had to do for history class: World War II panzer.

As Phobos re-aimed his gun to aim lower I morphed into a rat and scurried into the aquarium.

I wanted to surround myself with water. That always increase my power. Once inside I morphed back to human form as I was washed in weird blue light from the fish tank exhibits. Cuttlefish, clown fish, and eels all stare at me as I raced past. I could hear thor little minds whispering, Son of the sea god! Son of the sea god! As though I was a celebrity.

I stopped at the back of the aquarium and listened. I heard nothing. And then... Vroom, Vroom. A different kind of engine.

I watched in disbelief as Phobos came riding through the aquarium on a Harley Davidson. I'd seen this motorcycle before: its black-flame decorated engine, its shotgun holster, its leather seat that looked like human skin. This was the same motorcycle Ares had ridden when I'd first met him, but it had never occurred to me that it was just another form of his war chariot.

"Hello, loser," Phobos said, pulling a huge sword out of its sheath. "Time to be scared."

I raised my shield to block the view of Phobos's eyes but it was too late as Phobos' eyes glowed brighter before I could block them.

Suddenly I was in a different plac. I was at Camp Half-Blood, my favorite place in the world, and it was in flames. Thv woods were on fire. The cabins were on fire. The cabins were smoking. The dining pavilion's Greek columns had crumbled, and the Big House was a smoldering ruin. My friends were on their knees pleading with me. Annabeth, Grover, all the other campers.

Save us, Percy! They wailed. Make the choice!

I stood paralyzd. This was the moment I had always dreaded: the prophecy that was supposed to come about when I was sixteen. Although I choose to be the child of prophecy, I dread the fact I have to make a choice that would save or destroy Mount Olympus.

Now the moment was here, and I had no idea what to do. The camp was burning. My friends looked at me, begging for help. My heart pounded. I couldn't move. What if I did the wrong thing?

Then I heard the voices of the aquarium fish: Son of the sea god! Wake!

Suddenly I felt the power of the ocean all around me again, hundreds of gallons of saltwater, thousands of fish trying to get my attention. I wasn't at camp. This was an illusion. Phobos was showing me my deepest fear.

I blinked and saw Phobos' blade coming down coming down on my head. I raised my shield and blocked it. Then my legs extended as a long tail grew down to act like a tripod as I morphed into into a kangaroo. I gave him a kangaroo kick that send him crashing into a water fountain. His sword skittered into the ladies room. I morphed back to human as I moved in and grab the straps of his armor and pulled him up to face me.

"You're going to disappear now," I told him. "You're going to stay out of Clarisse's way. And if I see you again, I'm going to give you a scar in a painful place!"

He gulped, showing fear. I guess without his powers over fear he was a wimp, not that he would admit it most likely. "There will be a next time, Jackson!"

And he dissolved into yellow vapor.

I turned to the fish exhibits. "Thanks, guys."

I decided it was to deliver Ares chariot to Clarisse instead of leaving it behind even though I never ridden an all powerful Harley-Davidson before. But I wasn't about to try and negotiate with the fire breathing horses right now as we were running out of time. I hopped on, started the ignition, and rode out of the aquarium to help Clarisse.

I had no trouble finding her. I just followed the path of destruction. Fences were knocked down. Animals were running free. Badgers and lemurs were checking out the popcorn machine. A fat looking leopard was lounging on a park bench with a bunch of pigeon feathers around him.

I parked the motorcycle next to the petting zoo, and there were Deimos and Clarisse in the goat area. Clarisse was on her knees. I ran forward but stopped suddenly when I saw how Deimos had changed form. He was Ares now-the tall god of war, dressed in black leather and sunglasses, his whole body smoking with anger as he raised his fist over Clarisse.

"You failed me again!" the war god bellowed. "I told you what would happen!"

He tried to strike her, but Clarisse scrambled away, shrieking, "No! Please!"

"Foolish girl!"

"Clarisse!" I yelled. "It's an illusion. Stand up to him!"

Deimos' form flickered. "I am Ares!" he insisted. "And you are a worthless girl! I knew you would fail me. Now you will suffer my wrath."

I wanted to charge in and fight Deimos, but somehow I knew it wouldn't help. Clarisse had to do it. This was her worst fear. She had to overcome it for herself.

"Clarisse!" I said. She glanced over, and I tried to hold her eyes. "Stand up to him!" I said. "He's all talk. Get up!"

"I... I can't."

"Yes, you can. You're the head counselor of Cabin Five, a position given to the strongest fighter of you and your siblings. You're a warrior. Get up!"

She hesitated. Then she began to stand.

"What are you doing?" Ares bellowed. "Grovel for mercy, girl!"

Clarisse took a shaky breath. Very quietly she said, "No."

"WHAT?"

She raised her sword. "I'm tired of being scared of you."

Deimos struck, but Clarisse deflected the blow. She staggered but didn't fall. "You're not even a good fighter."

Deimos growled in frustration. When he struck again, Clarisse was ready. She disarmed him and stabbed him in the shoulder-not deep, but enough to hurt even a godling.

He yowled in pain and began to glow.

"Look away!" I told Clarisse.

We averted our eyes as Deimos exploded into golden light-his true godly form-and disappeared.

We were alone except for the petting zoo goats, which were tugging at our clothes, looking for snacks.

The motorcycle had turned back into a horse drawn chariot.

Clarisse looked at me cautiously. She wiped the straw and sweat off her face. "You didn't see that. You didn't see any of that."

"My lips are sealed," I said. "You did good."

She glanced at the sky, which as turning red behind the trees.

"Get in the chariot," Clarisse said. "We've still got a long ride to make."

A few minutes later we reached the Staten Island Ferry and remembered something obvious: we were on an island. The Ferry didn't take cars, chariots, or motorcycles.

"Great," Clarisse muttered. "What do we do now? Ride this thing across the Verrazano Bridge.

Not enough time, I thought. We would have to go through Brooklyn and New Jersey to get to Manhattan.

Then I got an idea. "Wait here!"

Clarisse frowned. "What do you mean?"

I jumped off the chariot and dove into the sea water. Then I expanded and grow until I was a blue whale. I surfaced and place my head on the dock so the chariot can get on my head.

Clarisse got the message and drove the chariot ontop of my head I swam the rest of the way to New York Harbor, Manhattan.

I arrived at Pier 86 just as the sunset was fading to purple. The USS Intrepid, temple of Ares, was a huge wall of gray and metal in front of us, the flight deck dotted with fighter aircrafts and helicopters. I let Clarisse off right next to it and morphed back to human form and climb on dock.

"I better get out of here before Ares arrives," I said.

Clarisse nodded. "He'd probably kill you on sight."

"Congratulations," I said. "I guess you passed your driving test."

She wrapped her reins around her hand. "Did Phobos scared you?"

"Yeah. I saw the camp in flames. I saw my friends all pleading for my help and I didn't know what to do. For I second, I couldn't move. I was paralyzed. I know how you felt."

She lowered her eyes. "I, uh... I guess I should say..."

The words seemed to stick in her throat. I wasn't sure Clarisse had ever said thank you in her life. "Don't mention it," I told her.

I started walking away, but she called out, "Percy?"

"Yeah?"

"When you, uh, had that vision about your friends..."

"You were one of them," I promised. "Frenemies?" I suggested so we can still have our dislike and rivalry so no one will think otherwise.

A faint smile flickered across her face. "Frenemies," She agreed. "See you later."

"See you." I headed off toward the subway. It had been a long day, and I was ready to get home.

A/N: The Stolen Chariot is done. Next up is the Sword of Hades.