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

We fight Zombie Warriors At Hoover Dam

(A/N: Do not repeat any Dam Puns outloud unless those around you know you are not cursing).

At the edge of the dump, we found a tow truck so old it might've been thrown away itself. But the engine started, and it had a full tank of gas, so we decided to borrow it.

Thalia drove. She didn't seem as stunned as Zoë or Grover or me.

"The skeletons are still out there," she reminded us. "We need to keep moving."

She navigated us through the desert, under clear blue skies, and sand so bright it hurt to look at. Zoë sat up front with Thalia. Grover and I sat in the pickup bed, leaning against the tow wrench. The air was cool and dry, but the nice weather just seemed like an insult after losing Bianca.

We didn't say it, but we knew Bianca might as well be dead. It's a known thing Hades hates heroes. But why he send the kindly ones after Bianca, we don't know. Hades just does whatever he wants without so much an explanation to others anyways.

Grover already gave me some ambrosia and any injury I took from Talos' fall was healed.

My hand closed around the little figurine she left behind. I don't know why I took it, but I guess after decommissioning Talos, Hephestus let us keep what Bianca stole. That, and the disc I took from Talos' head. I couldn't even tell what god it was supposed to be. Nico would know.

Oh, gods... what was I going to tell Nico.

I wanted to blame myself, but it didn't make sense. The Kindly Ones split us up. They could have gotten to me easy considering how daze I was from Talos' collapsed. So why did they take Bianca?

The tow truck ran out of gas at the edge of a river canyon. That was just as well, because the road dead ended.

Thalia got out and slammed the door. Immediately, one of the tires blew and there was no spare. "Great. What now?"

I scanned the horizon. There wasn't much to see. Desert in all directions, occasional clumps of barren mountains plopped here and there. The canyon was the only thing interesting. The river itself wasn't very big, maybe fifty yards across, green water with a few rapids, but it carved a huge scar out of the desert. The rock cliffs dropped away below us.

"There's a path," Grover said. "We could get to the river."

I tried to see what he was talking about, and finally noticed a tiny ledge winding down the cliff face. "That's a goat path," I said.

"So?"

"Thalia and Zoë aren't goats nor can they turn into one."

"We can make it," Grover said. "I think."

I think I rather fly Zoë and Thalia down in pegasus form. But when I looked over at Thalia and saw how pale she'd gotten. Her problem with heights... she'd never be able to do it and after that drop down the gorge, I don't think she be willing to hitch a ride on my back anytime soon.

Zoë was still stunned and dazed at what happened to Bianca which didn't help our situation.

"No," I said. "I, uh, think we should go upstream."

Grover said. "But-"

"Come on," I said. "A walk won't hurt us."

I glanced at Thalia. Her eyes said a quick Thank you.

We followed the river about half a mile before coming to an easier slope that led down to the water. On the shore was a canoe rental operation that was closed for the season, but I left a stack of golden drachmas on the counter and a note saying IOU two canoes.

"We need to go upstream," Zoë said. It was the first time I'd heard her speak since the junkyard, and I was worried about how bad she sounded, like somebody with the flu. "The rapids are to swift."

"Leave that to me," I said. We put the canoes in the water.

Thalia pulled me aside as we were getting the oars. "Thanks for back there."

"Don't mention it."

"Can you really..." she nodded to the rapids. "You know."

"I think so. Along with shapeshifting powers, I'm usually good with water. I can even use the two in combination if needed.

"Would you take Zoë?" she asked. "I think, ah, maybe you can talk to her."

"She's not going to like that."

"Please? I don't know if I can stand being in the same boat with her. She's... she's starting to worry me."

It was about the last thing I wanted to do, but I nodded.

Thalia's shoulders relaxed. "I owe you one."

"Two."

"One and a half," Thalia said.

"Deal," I said.

She smiled and she turned and help Grover get their canoe into the water.

As it turned out, I didn't even need to control the currents. As soon as we got in the river, I looked over the edge of the boat and found a couple of naiads staring at me.

Hey, I said.

They made a bubbling sound that may have been giggling. I wasn't sure. I had a hard time understanding naiads.

We're heading upstream, I told them. Do you think you could-

Before I could even finish, the naiads each chose a canoe and began pushing us up the river. We started so fast, Grover fell into his canoe with his hooves sticking up in the air.

"I hate naiads," Zoë grumbled.

A stream of water squirted up from the back of the boat and hit Zoë in the face.

"She-devils!" Zoë went for her bow.

"Whoa," I said. "They're just playing."

"Cursed water spirits. They've never forgiven me."

"Forgiven you for what?"

She slung her bow back over her shoulder. "It was a long time ago. Never mind."

We sped up the river, the cliffs looming up on either side of us.

"What happened to Bianca wasn't your fault. For whatever reason, Hades wanted her," I told her.

Zoë's shoulders slumped. "No, Percy. I pushed her into going on the quest. I was too anxious. She had a kind heart, as well. I... I thought she would be the next lieutenant."

"But you're the lieutenant."

She gripped the strap of her quiver. She looked more tired than I'd ever seen her. "Nothing can last forever, Percy. Over two thousand years I have led the Hunt, and my wisdom has not improved. Now Artemis herself is in danger."

"Look, you can't blame yourself for that."

"If I had insisted on going with her-"

"You think you could've fought something powerful enough to kidnap Artemis? There's nothing you could have done."

Zoë didn't answer.

The cliffs along the river were getting taller. LOng shadows fell across the water making it a lot colder, even though the day was bright.

Without thinking about it, I took Riptide out of my pocket. Zoë looked at the pen, and her expression was pained.

"You made this," I said.

"Who told thee?"

"I had a dream vision about it."

She studied me. I was sure she was going to call me crazy but she just sighed. "It was a gift. And a mistake."

"You made it for Hercules." I said.

Zoë didn't say it but I knew it was true. I looked down at Riptide, and for the first time, I wondered if it was cursed.

"Your mother was a water goddess?" I asked.

"Yes, Pleione. She had five daughters. My sisters and I. The Hesperides."

'Those were the girls who lived in a garden at the edge of the West. With the golden apple tree and a dragon guarding it."

"Yes," Zoë said wistfully. "Ladon."

"But weren't there only four sisters?"

"There are now. I was exiled. Forgotten. Blotted out as if I never existed."

"Why?"

Zoë pointed to my pen. "Because I betrayed my family and helped the hero you mention. You won't find that in the legend either. He never spoke of me. After his direct assault on Ladon failed, I gave him the idea how to steal the apples, how to trick my father, but even after he finished all 12 task and his name was cleared, he still took all the credit."

There was a moment of silence.

Gurgle, gurgle, the naiad spoke in my mind. The canoe was slowing down.

I looked ahead, and I saw why.

This was as far as they could take us. The river was blocked. A dam the size of a football stadium stood in our path.

"Hoover Dam," Thalia said. "It's huge."

We stood at the river's edge, looking up at a curve of concrete that loomed between the cliffs. People were walking along the top of the dam. They were so tiny they looked like fleas.

The naiads had left with a lot of grumbling-not in words I could understand, but it was obvious they hated this dam blocking up their nice river. Our canoes floated back downstream, swirling in wake from the dam's discharge vents.

"Seven hundred feet tall," I said. "Built in the 1930s."

"Five million cubic acres of water," Thalia said.

Grover sighed. "Largest construction project in the United States."

Zoë stared at us. "How do you know all that?"

"Annabeth," I said. "She liked architecture."

"She was nuts about monuments," Thalia said.

"Spouted facts all the time," Grover sniffled. "So annoying."

"I wish she was here," I said.

The others nodded. Zoë was still looking at us strangely, but I didn't care. It seemed like cruel fate that we'd come to Hoover Dam, one of Annabeth's personal favorites, and she wasn't here to see it.

"We should go up there," I said. "For her sake. Just to say we've been."

"You are mad," Zoë decided. "But that's where the road is." She pointed to a huge parking garage next to the top of the dam. "And so, sightseeing it is."

We had to walk for almost an hour before we found a path that led up to the road. It came up on the east side of the river. Then we straggled back toward the dam. It was cold and windy on top. On one side a big lake spread out, ringed by barren desert mountains. On the other side, the dam dropped away like the world's most dangerous skateboard ramp, down to the river seven hundred feet below, and water that curbed from the dam's vents.

Thalia walked in the middle of the road, far away from the edges. Grover kept sniffing the wind and looking nervous. He didn't say anything, but I knew he smelled monsters.

"How close are they?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "Maybe not close. The wind on the dam, the desert all around us... the scent can probably carry for miles. But it's coming from several directions. I don't like that."

I didn't either. It was already Wednesday, only two days until winter solstice, and we still had a long way to go. We didn't need any more monsters.

"There's a snack bar in the visitor center," Thalia said.

"You've been here before?" I asked.

"Once. To see the guardians." She pointed to the far end of the dam. Carved into the side of the cliff was a little plaza with two big bronze statues. They look kind of like Oscar statues with wings.

"They were dedicated to Zeus when the dam was built," Thalia said. "A gift from Athena."

Tourist were clustered all around them. They seemed to be looking at the statues' feet.

"What are they doing?" I asked.

"Rubbing the toes," Thalia said. "They think it's good luck."

"Why?"

She shook her head. "Mortals get crazy ideas. They don't know the states are sacred to Zeus, but they know there's something special about them."

"When you were here last, did they talk to you or anything?"

Thalia's expression darkened. I could tell she'd come here before hoping for exactly that-some kind of sign from her dad. Some connection. "No. They don't do anything. They're just big metal statues."

I thought about the last big metal statue we'd run into. That hadn't gone well, but I decided not to bring it up.

"Let us find the dam snack bar," Zoë said. "We should eat while we can."

Grover cracked a smile. "The dam snack bar?"

Zoë blinked. "Yes. What is funny?"

"Nothing," Grover said, trying to keep a straight face. "I could use some dam french fries."

Even Thalia smiled at that. "And I need to use the dam restroom."

Maybe it was the fact we were so tired and strung out emotionally, but I started cracking up, and Thalia and Grover joined in, while Zoë just looked at us. "I don't understand."

"I want to use the dam water fountain," Grover said.

"And..." Thalia tried to catch her breath. "I want to buy a dam T-shirt."

I busted up, and I probably would've kept laughing all day, but then I heard a noise: "Moooo."

The smile melted off my face. I wonder if the noise was just in my head, but Grover had stopped laughing too. He was looking around, confused. "Did I just hear a cow?"

"A dam cow?" Thalia laughed.

"No," Grover said. "I'm serious."

Zoë listened. "I hear nothing."

Thalia was looking at me. "Percy, are you okay?"

"Yeah," I said. "You guys go ahead. I'll be right in."

"What's wrong?" Grover asked.

"Nothing," I said. "I... I just need a minute. To think."

They hesitated, but I guess I must've looked upset, because they finally went into the visitor center without me. As soon as they were gone, I jogged to the north edge of the dam and looked over.

"Moo."

She was about thirty feet below in the lake, but I could see her clearly; my friend from Long Island Sound, Bessie the cow serpent.

I looked around. There were groups of kids running along the dam. A lot of senior citizens. Some families. But nobody seemed to be paying Bessie any attention. Times like this I'm grateful for the Mist.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her.

"Moo!"

Her voice was urgent, like she was trying to warn me something.

"How did you get here?" I asked. We were thousands of miles from Long Island, hundreds of miles inland. There was no way she could've swum all the way here. And yet, here she was. Did she had some kind of teleportation powers or something?

Bessie swam in a circle and butted her head against the side of the dam. "Moo!"

SHe wanted me to come with her. She was telling me to hurry.

"I can't," I told her. "My friends are inside."

She looked at me with her sad brown eyes. Then she gave me one more urgent "Mooo!" did a flip, and disappeared into the water.

I hesitated. Something was wrong. She was trying to tell me that. I consider jumping over the side and followed her, but then I tensed. The hairs on my arms bristled. I looked down the dam road to the east and I saw two men walking slowly toward me. They wore gray camouflage outfits that flickered over skeleton bodies.

THey passed through a group of kids and pushed them aside. A kid yelled, "Hey!" One of the warriors turned, his face changing momentarily into a skull.

"Ah!" the kid yelled, and his whole group backed away.

I ran for the visitor center.

I was almost to the stairs when I heard tires squealed. On the west side of the dam, a black van swerved to a stop in a middle of the road, nearly plowing into some old people.

The van doors opened and more skeleton warriors piled out. I was surrounded.

So I did what came natural. I drop down to all four and morphed into a rat as I scurried off down the stairs and through the museum entrance. The security guard paid no attention to me as I ran through the exhibits and ran between the legs of tourist group. Fortunately they were too busy looking around to notice me otherwise I might have caused hysteria being a rat. Sadly, I can't see my friends anywhere. Where was the dam snack bar.

There was no place to go but into an elevator with the tour group. I ducked inside just as the door closed.

"We'll be going down seven hundred feet," our tour guide said cheerfully. She was a park ranger with long black hair pulled back in a ponytail and tinted glasses. "Don't worry, ladies and gentlemen, the elevator hardly ever breaks."

I hid to a corner hoping no one noticed a rat in the elevator next to the tour guide, or at least one of the gods pull a trick with the Mist to make sure of it.

Finally the doors opened.

"Go right ahead, folks," the tour guide told the group. "Another ranger is waiting for you at the end of the corridor.

I decided to go with the group and give myself some time to breath before looking for my friends. Hopefully the skeletons won't find them before I do.

As I exit the elevator I heard the tour guide said, "There is always a way out for those clever enough to find it."

I turned to look at her. The tour guide had taken off her glasses. Her eyes were startling gray, like storm clouds, and she was looking straight at me, as if not only she knew I was there the whole time but knew who I was.

The doors closed with the tour guide still inside, leaving me there dumbfounded.

I scurried around legs, trying to find a safe place to shapeshift back to normal, through a tunnel carved of solid rock. It seemed to run forever. The walls were moist, and the air hummed with electricity and the roar of water. I came out on a U-shaped balcony that over looked this huge warehouse area. Fifty feet below, enormous turbines were running. It was a big room, but I didn't see any other exit, unless I wanted to jump into the turbines and get churned up to make electricity. I didn't.

Another tour guide was talking over the microphone, telling the tourist about water supplies in Nevada. I prayed Thalia, Zoë and Grover were okay and that the skeletons haven't found them yet while I'm stuck in a hole hundreds of feet below the surface.

I scurried around crowded feet. There was a hallway at the other side of the balcony that seemed to be clear of mortals. I reached there without a problem (being a small rodent helps) and morphed back to being human.

I heard a gasp and someone asked, "How did you do that?"

I turned and saw a frizzy reddish -brown hair with green eyes like mine. Her nose was red, like she had a cold. She wore a big maroon Hardvard sweatshirt and jeans that were covered with marker stains and little holes, like she spent her freetime poking them with a fork.

"You were just a rat? How did you turn to a human?" She asked.

"Wait, you saw me shapeshift?" I asked.

The girl rolled her eyes. "Well duh. I saw you scurrying around as if lost and next thing I know, it changed to you." she said. "Who are you? And whoa, what is that you're wearing? Is that made of lion fur?"

She asked so many questions so fast, it was like she was throwing rocks at me. I couldn't think what to say. I looked at my sleeves to see if the Nemean Lion pelt had somehow changed back to fur, but it looked like a brown winter coat. She obviously not a monster as they normally just attack.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

She huffed indignantly. "Rachel Elizabeth Dare. Now, are you going to answer my question or not."

"Look, I'm kinda in a hurry. I'm being chased..."

Before I could finish, there was a ding coming from the elevators. One of the elevators open, and skeletal warriors came out.

Great. They found me.

"What the heck are those?" Rachel demanded looking at them.

"You can see them?" I asked. "I mean see them as they are?"

"By that you mean walking skeletons, then yeah!" Rachel said. "Are those things what chasing you?"

"Yeah." I said. "I got to go. Pretend you didn't see me and they might ignore you."

I was about to shapeshift back into rat form, but Rachel grab hold of me. "Wait, at least tell me your name. I deserve that much."

"My name is Percy Jackson," I said as I drop down and morphed into a rat and scurried for the exit.

...

The café was packed with kids enjoying the best part of the tour. I scurried into the bathroom and went into a close off stall that I guess was having plumbing issues. When I was sure there was no mortals, I morphed into human form and crawled out from under the stall door and exit the bathroom. From there I found Thalia, Zoë and Grover were just sitting down with their food unharmed.

"We need to leave," I told them.

"But we just got our burritos!" Thalia said.

Zoë stood up, muttering in Ancient Greek curse. "He's right! Look."

The café windows wrapped all the way around the observation floor, which gave us a beautiful panoramic view of the skeletal army that had come to kill us.

I counted two on the east side of the dam road, blocking the way to Arizona. Three more on the west side, guarding Nevada. All of them were armed with batons and pistols.

But our immediate problem was lot closer. The three skeletal warriors who chased me to the turbine room now appeared on the stairs. They saw me from across the cafetería and clattered their teeth.

"Elevator!" Grover said. We bolted that direction, but the doors opened with a pleasant ding, and three more warriors stepped out. Every warrior was accounted for, minus the one Bianca blasted to flames in New Mexico. We were completely surrounded.

Then Grover had a brilliant, totally Grover-like idea.

"Burrito fight!" he yelled, and flung his Guacamole Grande at the nearest skeleton.

Now, if you have never been hit by a flying burrito, count yourself lucky. In terms of deadly projectiles, it's right up there with grenades and cannonballs. Grover's lunch hit the skeleton and knocked his skull clean off his shoulders. I don't know what the other kids in the café saw with the Mist, but they went crazy and started throwing their burritos and baskets of chips and sodas at each other, shrieking and screaming.

The skeletons tried to aim their guns, but it was hopeless. Bodies and food and drinks were flying everywhere.

In the chaos, Thalia and Itackled the other two skeletons on the stairs and sent them flying into the condiment table. Then we all raced downstairs, Guacamole Grandes whizzing past our heads.

"What now?" Grover asked as we burst outside.

I didn't have an answer, The warriors on the road were closing in from either direction. We ran across the street to the pavilion with the winged bronze statues, but that just put our backs to the mountain.

The skeletons moved forward, forming a crescent around us. Their brethren from the café were running up to join the, One was still putting its skull back on its shoulders. Another was covered in ketchup and mustard. Two more had burritos lodged in their rib cages. They didn't look happy about it. They drew batons.

"Four against eleven," Zoë muttered. "And they cannot die."

"It's been nice adventuring with you guys," Grover said, his voice trembling.

Something shiny caught the corner of my eye. I glanced behind me at the statue's feet. "Whoa," I said. "Their toes really are bright."

"Percy!" Thalia said. "This isn't the time."

But I couldn't help staring at the two giant bronze guys with tall bladed wings like letter openers. They were weathered brown except for their toes, which shone like new pennies from all the times people had rubbed them for good luck.

Good luck. The blessing of Zeus.

I thought about the tour guide in the elevator. Her gray eyes and her smile. How she seem to know who and what I was despite being in rat form. What had she said? There is always a way for those clever enough to find it.

"Thalia," I said. "Pray to your dad."

She glared at me. "He never answers.

"Just this once," I pleaded. "Ask for help. I think... I think the statues can give us some luck."

Six skeletons raised their guns. The other five came forward with batons. Fifty feet away. Forty feet.

"Do it!" I yelled.

"No!" Thalia said. "He won't answer me."

"This time is different!"

"Who says?"

"Athena!" I don't know if I'm right, but I pray I am. After all, it dawned to me that since this quest could save Annabeth its only natural Athena take interest, right?

Thalia scowled like she was sure I'd gone crazy.

"Try it," Grover pleaded.

Thalia closed her eyes. Her lips moved in silent prayer.

And nothing happened.

The skeletons closed in. I uncapped Riptide to defend myself. Thalia held up her shield. Zoë pushed Grover behind her and aimed an arrow at a skeleton's head.

A shadow fell over me. I thought it was the shadow of death. Then I realized it was the shadow of an enormous wing. The skeletons looked up too late. A flash of bronze, and all five of the baton-wielders were swept aside.

The other skeletons opened fire but the bronze angels stepped in front of us and folded their wings like shields. Bullets pinged off of them like rain off a corrugated roof. Both angels slashed outward, and the skeletons went flying across the road.

"Man, it feels good to stand up!" the first angel said. His voice sounded tinny and rusty, like he hadn't had a drink since he'd been built.

"Will ya look at my toes?" the other said. "Holy Zeus, what were those tourist thinking?"

As stunned as I was by the angels, I was more concern with the skeletons. A few of them were getting up again, reassembling, bony hands groping for their weapons.

"Trouble," I said.

"Get us out of here!" Thalia yelled.

Both angels look down at her. "Zeus' kid?"

"Yes!"

"Could I get a please, Miss Zeus' kid?" an ángel asked.

"Please!"

The angels looked at each other and shrugged.

"Could use a stretch," one decided.

And the next thing I knew, one of them grabbed Thalia and me, the other grabbed Zoë and Grover, and we flew straight up, over the dam and the river, the skeleton warriors shrinking to tiny specks below us and the sound of gunfire echoing off the sides of the mountains.

A/N: I want to make clear the reason Rachel saw Percy as a rat is because his shapeshifting powers got nothing to do with the mist. He can literally become the animal he turns into and not an illusion. So Rachel can still see him shapeshift just as she could see demigods use any other powers that don't involve the Mist, but she is still clear sighted.