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
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Sword of Hades
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Bronze Dragon

I Meet Some of My Immortal Relatives

Demigod dreams suck.

The thing is, they're never just dreams. They've got to be visions, omens, and all that other mystical stuff that makes my brain hurt.

I dreamed I was in a dark palace at the top of a mountain. Unfortunately, I recognized it: : the palace of Titans on top of Mount Othrys, otherwise known as Mount Tamalpais, in California. The main pavilion was open to the night, ringed with black Greek columns and statues of the Titans. Torchlight glowed against the black marble floor. In the center of the room an armored giant struggle under the weight of a swirling funnel cloud-Atlas, holding up the weight of the sky.

The other giant men stood nearby over a bronze brazier, studying images in the flames.

"Quite an explosion," one said. He wore black armor studded with silver dots like a starry night. His face was covered in a war helm with ram horns curling on either side,

"It doesn't matter," the other said. The Titan was dressed in gold robes, with golden eyes like Kronos. His entire body glowed. He reminded me of Apollo, God of the Sun, except the Titan's light was harsher, and his expression crueler. "The gods have answered the challenge. Soon they will be destroyed."

The images in the fire were hard to make out: storms, buildings crumbling, mortals screaming in terror.

"I will go east to marshal our forces," the golden Titan said. "Krios, you shall remain and guard Mount Othrys."

The ram horn dude grunted. "I always get the stupid jobs. Lord of the South. Lord of the Constellations. Now I get to babysit Atlas while you have all the fun."

Under the whirlwind of clouds, Atlas bellowed in agony. "Let me out, curse you! I am your greatest warrior. Take my burden so I may fight!"

"Quiet!" the golden Titan roared. "You had your chance, Atlas. You failed. Kronos likes you just where you are. As for you, Krios, do your duty."

"And if you need more warriors?" Krios asked. "Our treacherous nephew in the tuxedo will not do you much good in a fight."

The golden Titan laughed. "Don't worry about him. Besides, the gods barely handle our first little challenge. They have no idea how many others we have in store. Mark my words, in a few days' time, Olympus will be in ruins, and we will meet here again to celebrate the dawn of the Sixth Age!"

The golden Titan erupted into the flames and disappeared.

"Oh, sure," Krios grumbled. "He gets to erupt into flames. I get to wear these stupid ram's horns."

The scene shifted. Now I was outside the pavilion, hiding in the shadows of a Greek column. A boy stood next to me, eavesdropping on the Titans. He had dark silky hair-although messy-pale skin, and dark clothes-my friend Nico di Angelo, the son of Hades. I realized he must have summoned me into this vision as his sister Bianca di Angelo did it once.

He looked at me, his expression grim. "You see, Percy?" he whispered. "You're running out of time. Do you really think you can beat them without my plan?"

His words washed over me as cold as ocean floor, and my dreams went black.

"Percy?" a deep voice said.

My head felt like it had been microwaved in aluminum foil. I opened my eyes and saw a large shadowy figure looming over me.

"Beckendorf?" I asked.

"No, brother."

My eyes refocused. I was looking at a Cyclops-a misshapen face, ratty brown hair, and one big brown eye full of concern. "Tyson?"

My brother broke into a toothy grin. "Yay! Your brain works! Beckendorf, his brain works."

"I hear." a familiar voice said.

I wasn't so sure. My body felt weightless and cold. My voice sounded wrong. I could hear Tyson, but it was more like I was hearing vibrations inside my skull, not the regular sounds.

I sat up, and a gossamer sheet floated away. I was on a bed made of silky woven kelp, in a room paneled with abalone shell. Across from me was a second bed made out of silky woven kelp occupied by Beckendorf. Glowing pearls the size of basketballs floated around the ceiling, providing light. We were underwater.

Now, being the son of Poseidon and all, I was okay with this. I can breathe underwater just fine, and my clothes don't get wet unless I want them to. But Beckendorf wasn't a son of Poseidon, and yet seem to be breathing fine. Although he was bandaged up.

"Beckendorf, how?" I asked.

"They use some kind of water magic on me to give me a personal air bubble so I can breathe," Beckendorf said.

Well that resolve some of the shock out of me, but I was still confuse when a hammerhead shark drifted through the bedroom window, regarded us, and then swam calmly out of the opposite side of the room.

"Where-"

"Daddy's palace," Tyson said.

Under different circumstances I would've been excited. I'd never visited Poseidon's realm, and I'd been dreaming about it for years. But my head hurt. My shirt was still speckled with burn marks from the explosion. Unlike Beckendorf, I didn't appear bandaged up, but that's because the ocean can heal me. Still, I felt like I'd been trampled by a Laistrygonian soccer team in cleats.

"How long-"

"They found us last night sinking through the water," Beckendorf said. "You took most of the shockwave of the blast for me but we still took damage. I woke up an hour ago, but I didn't feel right seeing your father until you regain conscious."

I don't remember doing that, but it did sounded like something I would do.

"The Princess Andromeda?"

"Went ka-boom," Tyson confirmed.

"Then Mission complete!" Beckendorf said. "I owe you twice. If you haven't scared off those giants with that bee transformation, I though I would have to detonate the bombs with one or both of us on it."

"It only worked because I kept the bee swarm a secret from everyone since I didn't know I could pull it off," I said. "I knew Periclymenus once used it on Heracles, but I never tried it to its full extent."

"At least it worked," Beckendorf said.

I guess so, but I can't helped but think back on my dream: the Titans discussing the explosion as if it didn't matter, Nico di Angelo warning me that I would never beat Kronos without following his plan-a dangerous idea. I'd been avoiding for more than a year. I had hoped that if we destroy Princess Andromeda with Kronos on it I won't have to rely on Nico's plan. But that dream made it clear that Kronos wasn't done with us yet.

A distant blast shook the room. Green light blazed outside, turning the whole sea as bright as noon.

"What was that?" I asked.

Tyson looked worried. "Daddy will explain. Come, he is blowing up monsters."

The palace might have been the most amazing place I'd ever seen if it hadn't been in the process of getting destroyed. We swam to the end of a long hallway and shot upward on a geyser. As we rose over the rooftops I caught my breath-well, if you can catch your breath underwater.

The palace was a big as the city on Mount Olympus, with wide courtyards, gardens, and columned pavilions. The gardens sculpted with coral colonies and glowing sea plants. Twenty or thirty buildings were made of abalone, white but gleaming with rainbow colors. Fish and octopi darted in and out of the windows. The paths were lined with glowing pearls like Christmas lights.

The main courtyard was filled with warriors-mermen with fish tails from the waist down and human bodies from the waist up, except their skin was blue, which I'd never known before. Some were tending the wounded. Some were sharpening spears and swords. One passed us, swimming in a hurry. His eyes were bright green, like that stuff they put in glo-sticks, and his teeth were shark teeth. They don't show you stuff like that in The Little Mermaid.

Outside the main courtyard stood large fortifications-towers, walls, and antiseige weapons-but most of these had been smashed to ruins. Others were blazing with a strange green light that I knew well-Greek fire, which can burn even underwater.

Beyond this, the sea floor stretched into gloom. I could see battles raging-flashes of energy, explosions, the glint of armies clashing. A regular human would've found it too dark to see. Heck, a regular human would've been crushed by pressure and frozen by the cold. Even my heat-sensitive eyes couldn't make out exactly what was going on. I'm taking a guess that the only reason Beckendorf isn't feeling the effects is the same magic that let him breathe underwater.

At the edge of the palace complex, a temple with a red coral roof exploded, sending fire and debris streaming in slow motion across the farthest gardens. Out of the darkness above, an enormous form appeared-a squid larger than any skyscraper. It was surrounded by a glittering cloud of dust-at least I thought it was dust until I realized it was a swarm of mermen trying to attack the monster. The squid descended on the palace, swatted its tentacles, smashing whole columns of warriors. Then a brilliant arc of blue light shot from the rooftop of one of the tallest buildings.

The light hit the giant squid, and the monster dissolved like food coloring in water.

"Daddy," Tyson said, pointing to where the light had come from.

"He did that?"

"He isn't one of the big three for nothing," Beckendorf reminded me.

I suddenly felt more hopeful. My dad had unbelievable powers. He was the god of the sea. He could deal with this attack, right? Maybe he'd let me help.

"Have you been in the fight?" Beckendorf asked Tyson.

Tyson pouted, and we knew immediately it was a touchy subject. "I have been... fixing weapons," he mumbled. "Come. Let's go find Daddy."

I know this might sound weird to people with, like regular parents, but I'd only seen my dad four or five times in my life, and never for more than a few minutes. I don't even know how many times Beckendorf even met Hephaestus-at least outside winter solstice meetings if he been to one. The Greek gods don't exactly show up for their kids' basketball games. Still, I thought I would recognize Poseidon on sight.

I was wrong.

The roof temple was a big open deck that had been set up as a command center. A mosaic on the floor showed an exact map of the palace grounds and the surrounding ocean, but the mosaic moved. Colored stone tiles representing different armies and sea monsters shifted around as the forces changed position. Buildings that collapsed in real life also collapsed in the picture.

Standing around the mosaic, grimly studying the battle, was a strange assortment of warriors, but none of them looked like my dad. I was searching for a good tan and a black beard, wearing Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian shirt.

There was nobody like that. One guy was a merman with two fishtails instead of one. His skin was green, his armor studded with pearls. His black hair was tied in a ponytail, and he looked young-though it's hart to tell with non-humans. They could be a thousand years old or three. Standing next to him was an old man with flowing white beard and gray hair. His battle armor seemed to weigh him down. He had green eyes and smile wrinkles around his eyes, but he wasn't smiling now. He was studying the map and leaning on a large metal staff. To his right stood a beautiful woman in green armor with long black hair and strange little horns like crab claws. And there was a dolphin-just a regular dolphin, but it was staring at the map intently.

"Delphin," the old man said. "Send Palaemon and his legion of sharks to the western fronts. We have to neutralize those leviathans."

The dolphin spoke in a chattering voice, but I could understand it in my mind: Yes, lord! It sped away.

I looked in dismay at Tyson, then back at the old man.

It didn't seem possible, but... "Dad?" I asked.

The old man looked up. I recognized the twinkle in his eyes, but his face... he looked like he'd aged forty years."

"Hello, Percy."

"What-what happened to you?"ht. I sho

Tyson nudged me. He was shaking his head so hard I was afraid it would fall off, but Poseidon didn't look offended.

"It's all right, Tyson." He said. "Percy, you and your friend Beckendorf must excuse my appearance. The war has been hard on me."

"But you're immortal," I said quietly. "You can look... anyway you want."

"Percy, the gods reflect the state of their realm," Beckendorf told me.

"Beckendorf is right. And right now that state is quite grim. I should introduce you two-I'm afraid you missed my lieutenant Delphin, God of the Dolphins. This is my, er, wife, Amphitrite. My dear-"

The lady in green armor stared at me. She smiled at me. "Nice to finally meet you, Percy. I'm sorry, my lord, but I am still needed in the battle.

She swam away.

"And well... This is my other son: Triton," Poseidon said awkwardly.

"Your son and heir," the green dude corrected. His double fishtails swish back and forth. He smiled at me, but unlike Amphitrite, is was not so friendly, "Hello, Perseus Jackson. Come to help at last?"

He acted like I was late or lazy. If you can blush underwater, I probably did.

"Tell me what to do," I said.

Triton smiled like that was a cute suggestion-like I was slightly amusing dog that barked for him or something. He turned to Poseidon. "I will see to the front line, Father. Don't worry. I will not fail."

He nodded politely to Tyson with respect before shooting off into the water.

Poseidon sighed. He raised his staff, and changed into his regular weapon-a huge three-pointed trident. The tips glowed with blue light, and the water around it boiled with energy.

"I'm sorry about Triton. I think he had expected you down here long time ago to help with the battle. I tried to tell him you were needed on land," Poseidon explained. "Honestly, I think he knows I favor you for a while and is jealous."

I can see that. I had classmates that had acted out because they have siblings they see as their parent's favorite child.

"Amphitrite seemed nice though," I said.

"Ah... yes... well, she been kinder to her step children than most goddesses are," Poseidon admitted.

I got the feeling he was talking more about Hera and Persephone. Hera was notorious for getting revenge on Zeus for his cheating ways on her stepchildren and their mothers. Meanwhile I seen for myself how Persephone treated Nico and Bianca di Angelo last winter and although it didn't go too bad I learned that not only wasn't their first time meeting, but the times Bianca and Nico did meet Persephone in person she turned them into flowers.

A huge sea serpent appeared from above us and spiraled down toward the roof. It was bright orange with a fanged mouth big enough to swallow a gymnasium.

Hardly looking up, Poseidon pointed his trident at the beast and zapped it with blue energy. Ka-boom! The monster burst into a million goldfish, which all swarm off in terror.

"Right now, my family is anxious," Poseidon continued as if nothing had happened. "The battle against Oceanus is going poorly."

He pointed to the edge of the mosaic. With the butt of his trident he tapped the image of a merman larger than the rest, with the horns of a bull. He appeared to be riding a chariot pulled by crawfish, but instead of a sword, he wielded a live serpent."

"Oceanus," I said, trying to remember. "The Titan of the sea?"

Poseidon nodded. "He was neutral in the first war of the gods and Titans. But Kronos has convinced him to fight."

"That's not a good sign," Beckendorf said. "Isn't there some sea mines from mortal wars nearby."

"There's some old mines from the Cold War and World War II, but they won't harm the enemy." Poseidon said.

"Not alone, but if you can attach Greek Fire to them you can multiply the effect of both while saving supplies," Beckendorf said.

Poseidon ponder this over. "That could give us some breathing room. I'll have scouts go out and find some leftover mines." Then he looked up at Beckendorf. "I can see why Tyson spoke highly of you, Beckendorf."

Beckendorf turned pink but the explosion in the distance broke the moment. About half a mile away, a mountain of coral disintegrated under the weight of two giant creatures. I could make out their shapes. One was a lobster. The other was a giant humanoid like Cyclops, but he was surrounded by a flurry of limbs. At first I thought he wearing a bunch of giant octopi. Then I realized they were his own arms-a hundred flailing, fighting arms.

"Briares!" I said.

I was happy to see him, but he looked like he was fighting for his life. He was the last of his kind-a Hundred-Handed One, older brothers of the elder Cyclopes. We'd saved him from Kronos' prison last summer, and I knew he'd come to help Poseidon, but I hadn't heard of him since.

"He fights well," Poseidon said. "I wish we had a whole army like him, but he is the only one."

I watched as Briares bellowed in rage and picked up a lobster, which thrashed and snapped its pincers. He threw it off the coral mountain, and the lobster disappeared into the darkness. Briares swam after it, his hundred arms spinning like the blades of a motorboat.

"Percy, we may not have much time," my dad said. "You and Beckendorf tell me of your mission. Did you see Kronos?"

Beckendorf nad I told him everything. As we did I couldn't help but look down at the courtyards below and daw hundreds of wounded merman lying on makeshift cots. I saw rows of coral mounds that must've been hastily made graves. Beckendorf and I might have survived, but there were hundreds, maybe thousands of deaths already. I'd never felt so angry and hopeless.

Poseidon stroked his beard. "Kronos' army will be in disarray. Many were destroyed. But I don't think you succeed in destroying the Titan lord himself."

"At least we bought us some time to think of something else," Beckendorf said. "We scattered their invasion forces."

I tried not to think of the demigods on the ship too. They were brainwashed by Kronos and they died because of it.

"Yes, New York will be safe for a time," Poseidon agreed, "which frees the other Olympians to deal with the bigger threat."

"Bigger threat?" I thought about what the golden Titan had said in my dream: The gods have answered the challenge. Soon they will be destroyed.

I look at Beckendorf who seem to take a more interest in the mosaic. He knew something too.

"Ask Chiron when you and Beckendorf return to camp," Poseidon replied.

"Return to camp? But you're in trouble here. I want to help!"

"You can't, Percy. Your job is elsewhere."

I couldn't believe I was hearing this. I looked at Tyson for backup.

My brother chewed his lip. "Daddy... Percy can fight with a sword. He can turn into animals and made friend of wild by goat-god Pan."

"I know that," Poseidon said gently.

"Dad, I can help," I said. "I know I can."

A fireball launched into the sky from behind the enemy lines. I thought Poseidon would deflect it or something, but it landed on the outer corner of the yard and exploded, sending mermen tumbling through the water. Poseidon winced as if he'd just been stabbed.

"Percy, just as their are battles gods can't help with demigods with, there are battles we can't help our parents with," Beckendorf said. "That's why the gods try to keep their battles and mortal battles separated. Only in rare times have there been exceptions."

"Listen to Beckendorf, Percy. You have your own battles to fight above land," Poseidon said. "Speaking of which, when you return to camp, tell Chiron it's time."

"For what?"

"YOu must hear the prophecy, The entire prophecy."

I didn't need to ask him which prophecy. I'd been hearing about the "Great Prophecy" for years, but nobody would ever tell me the whole thing. All I knew was that I was supposed to make a decision that would decide the fate of the world-but no pressure.

But Poseidon wasn't done yet. "You two must must also warn your friends at camp. Kronos knew your plans. You have a spy."

Tyson grabbed my hand. "I will miss you, brother. Destroy monsters for me Beckendorf."

Watching us, our father seemed to age another ten years. "Tyson, you have work to do as well, my son. They need you in the armory."

Tyson pouted some more.

"I will go," he sniffled. He hugged me and Beckendorf as he sobbed and swam away toward the armory where the other cyclopes were fixing spears and swords.

"You should let him fight," I told my father. "He hates being stuck in the armory. Can't you tell?"

Poseidon shook his head. "It is bad enough I must send you into danger. Tyson is too young. I must protect him."

"There must be away for you to protect him and let him fight," I said.

Poseidon looked down at the mosaic and his shoulders sagged. On the tiles, the mermaid guy in the crawfish chariot was coming closer to the palace.

"Oceanus approaches," my father said. "I must meet him in battle."

I'd never been scared for a god before, but I didn't see how my dad could face this Titan and win.

"I will hold," Poseidon promised. "I will not give up my domain. Just tell me, Percy, do you still have the birthday gift I gave you last summer?"

I nodded and pulled out my camp necklace. It had a bead for every summer I'd been at Camp Half-Blood, but since last year I'd also kept a sand dollar on the cord. My father had given it to me for my fifteenth birthday. He'd told me I would know when to "spend it," but so far I hadn't figured out what he meant. All I knew was that it didn't fit the vending machines in the school cafetería.

"The time is coming," he promised. "With luck, I will see you for your birthday next week, and we will have a proper celebration.".

He smiled, and for a moment I saw the old light in his eyes. "Keep an eye on my son until then Beckendorf. I got the feeling Percy will need his friends when the time comes."

Beckendorf grunted. "I'll do my best."

Then the entire sea grew dark in front of us, like an inky storm was rolling in. Thunder crackled, which should've been impossible underwater. A huge icy presence was approaching. I sensed a wave of fear roll through the armies below us.

"I must assume my true godly form," Poseidon said. "Go! I'll make sure my armies know your presence so they won't bother either of you. And good luck."

I wanted to encourage him, to hug him or something, but knew better than to stick around. When a god assumes his true form, the power is so great that any mortal looking on him will disintegrate.

"Good-bye father," I managed.

I morphed into a dolphin, deciding it be safer than a squid now that I know they're among the monsters attacking. Beckendorf grabbed hold of my dorsal fin and I swam off, using the sea currents to boost our speed.

When I looked back, all I could see were flashes of green and blue as my father fought the Titan, and the sea itself was torn apart by the two armies.

A/N: If any of you forgot, I decided to continue on with Animorph Percy Jackson into this month to finish up the first part of the series. I also used a bit of Amphitrite's kindness toward her demigod half-children mention in Percy Jackson and the Greek gods over what she showed in the original Last Olympian.