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 Finally Read The Great Prophecy

If you want to be popular at Camp Half-Blood, come back from a successful mission. Just don't bring any bad news as that will kill the mood.

Word of Beckendorf's and my arrival spread as soon as we walked out of the ocean. Our beach is on the North Shore of Long Island, and it's enchanted so most people can't see it. People don't just appear on the beach unless they're demigods or gods or really, really lost pizza delivery guys. (It's happened-but that's another story.)

Anyway, that afternoon the look out on duty was Connor Stoll of Hermes Cabin. When he spotted us, he got so excited he fell out of his tree. Then he blew the conch horn to signal the camp and ran to greet us.

Connor had a crooked smile that matched his crooked sense of humor. He's a pretty nice guy, but you should always keep one hand on your wallet when he's around, and do not, under any circumstances, give him access to shaving cream unless you want to find your sleeping bag full of it. He's got curly brown hair and is a little shorter than his brother, Travis, which is the only way I can tell them apart. They are both so unlike my old enemy Luke it's hard to believe they're all sons of Hermes.

"Percy! Beckendorf! You're back!" he yelled.

Together, the three of us climbed the sand dunes. A few hundred yards away, people were already streaming toward us, smiling and excited. Percy's and Beckendorf's back, they were probably thinking. They saved the day!

We stopped at the dining pavilion and waited for them, although I'm sure Beckendorf is waiting for his girlfriend Silena.

I gazed across the valley and tried to remember how Camp Half-Blood looked the first time I ever saw it. That seemed like a bajillion years ago.

From the dining pavilion, you could see pretty much everything. Hills ringed the valley. On the tallest, Half-Blood Hill, Thalia's pine tree stood with the Golden Fleece hanging from its branches, magically protecting the camp from its enemies. The guard dragon Peleus was so big now I could see him from here-curled around the tree trunk, sending up smoke signals as he snored.

To my right spread the woods. To my left, the canoe lake glittered and the climbing wall glowed from the lava pouring down its side. Twelve cabins-one for each Olympian god-made a horseshoe pattern around the common area. Farther south were the strawberry fields, the armory, and the four-story Big House with its sky blue paint job and its bronze eagle weathervane.

In some ways, the camp hadn't changed. But you can see the war by looking at the buildings or the fields. You could see it in the faces of the demigods and satyrs and naiads coming up the hill.

There weren't as many at camp as four summers ago. Some had left and ever come back. Some had died fighting. Others-we tried not to talk about them-had gone over to the enemy.

The ones who were still here were battle-hardened and weary. There was little laughter at camp these days. Even the Hermes cabin didn't play so many pranks. It's hard to enjoy practical jokes when your whole life feels like one.

Chiron galloped into the pavilion first, which was easy for him since he's a white stallion from the waist down. His beard had grown wilder over the summer. He wore a green T-shirt that said MY OTHER CAR IS A CENTAUR and a bow slung over his back.

"Percy! Beckendorf!" he said. "Thank the gods you both are back and safe!"

Then came Silena Beauregard came pushing through the crowd. Her chair wasn' combed and she wasn't even wearing makeup, which wasn't like her. She greeted Beckendorf with a flying hug and kiss. Yep, as I expected she would do when we returned.

Annabeth ran in right behind him, and I'll admit my heart did a little relay race in my chest when I saw her. It's not that she tried to look good. We'd been doing so many combat missions lately, she hardly brushed her curly blonde hair anymore, and she didn't care what clothes she was wearing-usually the same old orange T-shirt and jeans, and once in a while her bronze armor. Her eyes were stormy gray. Most of the time we couldn't get through a conversation without trying to strangle each other. Still, just seeing her made me feel fuzzy in the head. Last summer, before Luke had turned into Kronos and everything went sour, there had been a few times when I thought maybe... well, we might get past the strangle-each-other phase.

"What happened?" She grabbed my arm. "Is Luke-"

"The ship blew up, but he wasn't destroyed," I said since Beckendorf was busy.

Chiron put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sure you two did everything you could. Silena, if you could, Beckendorf and Percy need to tell us what happened."

Silena broke from Beckendorf but held his hand as he and I told Chiron what everyone what happened. I included my dream vision of the Titans. I didn't mention Nico being there without bringing up his idea. Nico had made me promise not to tell anybody about his plan until I made my mind, and the plan was so scary I didn't mind keeping that a secret.

Chiron broke up the crowd after we were done. "We must call a war council immediately, to discus this spy, and other matters."

"Poseidon mentioned another threat," I said. "Something even bigger than the Princess Andromeda. I thought it might be that challenge the Titan had mentioned in my dream.

Chiron and Annabeth exchange looks which told me they knew something as well. I hated being left out.

"We will discuss that also," Chiron promised.

"One more thing." I took a deep breath. "When I talked to my father, he said to tell you it's time. I need to know the full prophecy."

Chiron's shoulders sagged, but he didn't look surprised. "I've dreaded this day. Very well. Annabeth, we will show Percy the truth-all of it. Let's go to the attic."

...

I'd been to the Big House attic three times before, which was three times more than I wanted to.

A ladder led up from the top of the staircase. I wondered how Chiron was going to get up there, being half horse and all, but he didn't try.

"You know where it is," he told Annabeth. "Bring it down, please."

Annabeth nodded. "Come on, Percy."

The sun was setting outside, so the attic was even darker and creepier than usual. Old hero trophies were stacked everywhere-dented shields, pickled heads in jars from various monsters, a pair of fuzzy dice on a bronze plaque that read: STOLEN FROM CHRYSAOR'S HONDA CIVIC, BY GUS, SON OF HERMES, 1988.

I picked up a curved bronze sword so badly bent it looked like the letter M. I could still see green stains on the metal from the magical poison that used to cover it. The tag dated last summer. It read Scimitar of Kampê, destroyed in the Battle of the Labyrinth.

"You remember Briares throwing those boulders?" I asked.

Annabeth gave me a grudging smile. "And Grover causing a Panic?"

We locked eyes. I thought of a different time last summer, under Mount St. Helens, when Annabeth thought I was going to die and she kissed me.

She cleared her throat and looked away. "Prophecy."

"Right," I put down the scimitar. "Prophecy."

We walked over to the window. On a three-legged stool sat the Oracle-a shriveled female mummy in a tie-dyed dress. Tufts of black hair clung on her skull. Glassy eyes stared out of her leathery face. Just looking at her made my skin crawl.

If you want to leave camp during the summer, it used to be you had to come here and get a quest. This summer, that rule had been tossed. Campers left all the time on combat missions. We had no choice if we wanted to stop Kronos. Chiron and Annabeth reassure me that it was normal to postpone visiting the oracle during times of war.

Still, I remembered too well the strange green mist-the spirit of the Oracle-that lived inside the mummy. She looked lifeless now, but whenever she spoke a prophecy, she moved. Sometimes fog gushed out of her mouth and created strange shapes. Once, she'd even left the attic and taken a little zombie stroll into the woods to deliver a message. I wasn't sure what she'd do for the "Great Prophecy." Fortunately she just sat there like she was dead-which she was.

"I never understood this," I whispered.

"What?" Annabeth asked.

"Why it's a mummy."

"Percy, she didn't used to be a mummy. For thousands of years the spirit of the Oracle lived inside a beautiful maiden. The spirit would be passed on from generation to generation. Chiron told me she was like that for fifty years," Annabeth pointed at the mummy. "But she was the last."

"What happened?"

Annabeth started to say something, but apparently changed her mind. "Let's just do our job and get out of here."

I looked nervously at the Oracle's withered face. "So what now?"

Annabeth approached the mummy and held out her palms. "O Oracle, the time is at hand. I ask for the Great Prophecy."

I braced myself, but the mummy didn't move. Instead, Annabeth approached and unclasped one of its necklaces. I'd never paid too much attention to its jewelry before. I figured it was just hippie love beads and stuff. But when Annabeth turned toward me, she was holding a leather pouch-like a Native American medicine pouch on a cord braided with feathers. She opened the bag and took out a roll of parchment no bigger than her pinky.

"No way," I said. "You mean all these years, I've been asking about this stupid prophecy, and it's been right around her neck?"

"The time wasn't right," Annabeth said. "Believe me, Percy, I read this when I was ten years old, and I still have nightmares about it."

"Has Thalia read it?" I asked. Thalia-daughter of Zeus-was a day away from turning sixteen when she joined the hunters

"Not as far as I know. I think Chiron was waiting until the winter break she joined the Hunters, but-well you know."

Oh right, Annabeth and Artemis was kidnapped and we were sent on a quest to save them.

"Anyways, if she was the prophesied child, the prophecy would have unfolded whether she read it or not," Annabeth said. "Prophecies prepares us for what is about to happen, but its the fates that controls how and when it happens whether we receive it or not."

"Great," I said. "Can I read it now?"

"Downstairs at the war council," Annabeth said. "Not in front of... you know."

I looked at the glassy eyes of the Oracle, and I decided not to argue. We headed downstairs to join the others. I didn't know it them but it would be the last time I ever visited the attic.

...

The senior counselors had gathered around the Ping-Pong table. Don't ask me why, but the rec room had become the camp's informal headquarters for war councils. When Annabeth, Chiron and I came in, though it looked like a shouting match.

Clarisse was in full battle gear. Her new electric spear, which she got from Ares after returning his chariot to his temple as a rite of passage of Ares's children (mostly sons) of driving the chariot. She had her boar-shaped helmet under one arm and a knife at her belt.

She was in the midst of yelling at Michael Yew, the new Head Counselor for Apollo, which looked kind of funny since Clarisse was a foot taller. Michael had taken over Apollo cabin after Lee Fletcher died in the Battle of Labyrinth. Michael stood four feet six, with another two feet of attitude. He reminded me of a ferret, with a pointy nose and scrunched-up features-either because he scowled so much or because he spent too much time looking down the shaft of an arrow. Unlike Lee Fletcher, Michael Yew takes pride being an archer, thinking they were the best because they can attack in range and cause of it he and Clarisse often clashed since he became head counselor, but this seemed to be of different matters.

"It's our loot!" he yelled, standing on his tiptoes so he could get into Clarisse's face. "If you don't like it, you can kiss my quiver!"

Around the table, people were trying not to laugh-the Stoll Brothers, Dionysus twins Pollux and Castor (normally Dionysus tend meetings but he been called back to help with Olympian's own issues in the war), Katie Gardner from Demeter, Beckendorf of Hephaestus Cabin, and Silena Beauregard of Aphrodite Cabin. Normally Silena and Beckendorf sit next to each other, but right now Silena seem to be trying to calm down Clarisse.

Clarisse and Silena had build a strange friendship-a daughter of the war god and the daughter of the love goddess-but ever since Silena had given Clarisse advice last summer about her first boyfriend, Clarisse decided she was Silena's personal bodyguard whenever Silena wasn't with Beckendorf.

"What are you two arguing about now?" I asked.

Clarisse glowered at me. "Tell Michael not to be a selfish jerk."

"Oh, that's perfect, coming from you," Michael said.

"The only reason I'm here is that I was told we finally hear the entire Great Prophecy," Clarisse argued. "Otherwise I'd be back in my cabin."

"What are you talking about?" I asked

Pollux cleared his throat. "Clarisse has refused to speak to any of us, until her, um, issue is resolved. She hasn't spoken for three days."

"It's been wonderful," Travis said wistfully.

Well that explains why I don't know what's going on since I been gone for longer than that.

"What issue?" I asked.

Clarisse turned to Chiron. "You're in charge, right? Does my cabin get what we want or not?"

Chiron shuffled his hooves. "My dear, as I've already explained, Michael is correct. Apollo's cabin has the best claim."

"Oh, so we're just supposed to show up and fight when you need us, and not complain!"

"That would be nice," Conner Stoll said.

Clarisse gripped her knife. "Maybe I should ask Mr. D-"

"As you know," Chiron interrupted, his tone slightly angry now, "our director Dionysus, is busy with another issue going on with the war. He can't be bothered with this."

"Fine." Clarisse turned to Silena. "All of you can fight this war without Ares. Until I get satisfaction, no one in my cabin is lifting a finger to help. Have fun dying."

The counselors were all too stunned to say anything as Clarisse stormed out the room.

Finally Michael Yew said. "Good riddance."

"Are you kidding?" Kattie Gardner protested. "This is a disaster!"

"She can't be serious," Travis said. "Can she?"

Chiron sighed. "Her pride has been wounded. She'll calm down eventually." But he didn't sound convinced.

"I'll talk to her later," Silena said. "Maybe I can convince her to at least let her cabinmates choose to fight."

I wanted to ask what the heck Clarisse was so mad about, but I looked at Annabeth and she mouthed the words I'll tell you later.

"Now," Chiron said, "if you please, counselors. Percy has brought something I think you should hear-the Great Prophecy."

Annabeth handed me the parchment. It felt dry and old, and my fingers fumbled with the string. I uncurled the paper, trying not to rip it, and began to read:

"A half-blood of the eldest dogs..."

"Er, Percy," Annabeth interrupted. "That's gods. Not dogs."

"Oh, right," I said. Being Dyslexuc is one mark of a demigod, but sometimes I really hate it. The more nervous I am, the worse my reading gets. "A half-blood of the eldest gods... shall reach sixteen against all odds..."

I hesitated at the next lines. A cold feeling started in my fingers as if the paper was freezing.

"And see the world in endless sleep, The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap."

Suddenly Riptide seemed heavier in my pocket. A cursed blade? Chiron once told me Riptide had brought many peoples sorrow. Was it possible my own sword could get me killed? And how could the world fall into endless sleep, unless that meant death?

"Percy," Chiron urged. "Read the rest."

My mouth felt like it was full of sand, but I spoke the last two lines.

"A single choice shall... shall end his days. Olympus to per-persue-"

"Preserve," Annabeth said gently. "It means to save."

"I know what it means," I grumbled. "Olympus to preserve or raze."

The room was silent. Finally Connor Stoll said, "Raise is good, isn't it?"

"Not raise," Silena said. "R-a-z-e means destroy."

"Obliterate," Annabeth said. "Annihilate. Turn to rubble."

"Got it." My heart felt like lead. "Thanks."

Everybody was looking at me-with concern, or pitty, or maybe a little fear."

Chiron close his eyes as if he were saying a prayer. In horse form, his head almost brushed the lights in the rec room. "You see now, Percy, why we thought it best not to tell you the whole prophecy. You've had enough on your shoulders.

"Without realizing I was going to die in the end anyway?" I said. "Yeah, I get it."

Chiron gazed at me sadly. The guy was three thousand years old. He'd seen hundreds of heroes die. He might not like it, but he was used to it. He probably knew better than to try and reassure me."

"Percy," Annabeth said. "You know prophecies always have double meaning. It might not literally mean you die."

"Sure," I said. "A single choice shall end his days. That has tons of meanings, right?"

"Maybe we can stop it," Castor said. "The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap. Maybe we could find this curse blade and destroy it."

"But it could be any bladed weapon," Beckendorf said. "Including Kronos' scythe."

I didn't think of it that way, but Beckendorf was right. Kronos' scythe could be the cursed blade. It was the symbol Kronos used on Ouranos, and the gods themselves used on Kronos. Either way, I doubted we could stop prophecy. A blade was supposed to reap my soul. As a general rule, I preferred not to have my soul reaped.

"Perhaps we should let Percy think about these lines," Chiron said. "He needs time-"

"No." I folded up the prophecy and shoved it into my pocket. I felt defiant and angry, though I wasn't sure who I was angry with. "I don't need time. If I die, I die. I can't worry about that, right?"

Annabeth's hands were shaking a little. She wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Let's move on," I said. "We've got other problems. We've got a spy."

Michael Yew scowled. "A spy?"

Beckendorf and I told them what happened on the Princess Andromeda-how Kronos known we were coming, how he'd shown me the silver scythe pendant he'd used to communicate with someone at camp. Silena hugged me much to my embarrassment when we brought up how I manage to save Beckendorf.

"Well," Conner Stoll said uncomfortably, "we've suspected there might be a spy for years, right? Somebody kept passing information to Luke-like the location of the Golden Fleece a couple of years ago. It must be somebody who knew him well."

Maybe subconsciously, he glanced at Annabeth. She'd known Luke better than anyone, of course, but Conner looked away quickly. "Um, I mean it could be anybody."

"Yes." Katie Gardner frowned at the Stoll brothers. She'd disliked them ever since they'd decorated the grass roof of Demeter cabin with chocolate Easter bunnies. "Like one of Luke's siblings."

Travis and Conner both started arguing with her.

"ENOUGH!" Beckendorf shouted, quieting everyone. "Can't you see this is what Kronos wanted? He purposely let it slipped that we have a spy so we can be further divided."

Leave it to Beckendorf to bring some sense back to the meeting.

Michael Yew grunted. "Maybe so, but we need to find this spy before we plan our next operation. Maybe search for this silver necklace with the scythe charm. If Kronos had one, the spy probably does too. Bowing up the Princess Andromeda won't stop Kronos forever."

I wanted to bring up we have our own spy as Nico had been spying on the Titans, to boost morale but Michael was right. If I bring up Nico, I could just be telling the spy and put Nico in danger.

"No indeed," Chiron said. "In fact his next assault is already on the way."

I scowled. "You mean the 'bigger threat' Poseidon mention?"

He and Annabeth looked at each other like, It's time. Did I mention I hate it when they'd do that?

"Percy," Chiron said, "we didn't want to tell you until you returned to camp. You needed a break with your... mortal friends."

Annabeth blushed. It dawned on me that she knew I'd been hanging out with Rachel, and I felt guilty. Then I felt angry that I felt guilty. I was allowed to have friends outside camp, right? It wasn't like...

"Tell me what happened?" I said.

Chiron picked up a bronze goblet from the snack table. He tossed the water onto the hot plate where we usually melted nacho cheese. Steam billowed up, making a rainbow in the fluorescent lights. Chiron fished a golden drachma out of his pouch, tossed it through the mist, and muttered, "O Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, show us the threat."

The mist shimmered. I saw the familiar image of a smoldering volcano-Mount St. Helens. As I watched, the side of the mountain exploded. Fire, ash, and lava rolled out. A newscaster's voice was saying "-even larger than last year's eruption, and geologist warn that the mountain may not be done."

I knew all about last year's eruption. I caused it. But this explosion was much worse. The mountain tore itself apart, collapsing inward, and an enormous form rose out of the smoke and lava like it was emerging from a manhole. I hoped the Mist could keep the humans from seeing it clearly, because what I saw would've caused panic and riots across the the entire United States.

The giant was bigger than anything I'd ever encountered. Even my demigod eyes couldn't make out its exact form through the ash and fire, but it was vaguely humanoid and so huge it could've used the Chrysler building as a baseball bat. The mountain shook with a horrible rumbling, as if the monster were laughing.

"It's him," I said. "Typhon."

Chiron nodded. "The most horrible monster of all, the biggest single threat the gods ever faced. He has been freed from under the mountain at last. But this scene is from two days ago. Here is what is happening today."

Chiron waved his hand and the image changed. I saw a bank of storm clouds rolling across the Midwest plains. Lightning flickered. Lines of tornadoes destroyed everything in their path-ripping up houses and trailers, tossing cars around like Matchbox toys.

"Monumental floods," an announcer was saying. "Five states declared disaster areas as the freak storm system sweeps east, continuing its path of destruction." The cameras zoomed in on a column of storm bearing down on some Midwest city. I couldn't tell which one. Inside the storm I could see the giant-just small glimpses of his true form: a smoky arm, a dark clawed hand the size of a city block. His angry roar rolled across the plains like a nuclear blast. Other smaller forms darted through the clouds, circling the monster. I saw flashes of light, and I realized the giant was trying to swat them. I squinted and thought I saw a golden chariot flying into the blackness. Then some kind of huge bird-a monstrous owl-dived in to attack the giant.

"Are those... the gods?" I said.

"Yes, Percy," Chiron said. "They have been fighting him for days now, trying to slow him down. But Typhon is marching forward-toward New York. Toward Olympus."

I let that sink in. 'How long until he gets here?"

"Unless the gods can stop him. Perhaps five days. Most of the Olympians are there... except your father, who has a war of his own to fight, and Demeter who has disappeared for the time being."

"But then who's guarding Olympus?"

Connor Stoll shook his head. "If Typhon get to New York, it won't matter who's guarding Olympus."

I thought about Kronos' words on the ship: I would love to see the terror in your eyes when you realized how I will destroy Olympus.

Was this what he was talking about: an attack by Typhon? My birthday was in five days-same time Typhon was suppose to arrive, and it was sure terrifying enough. But Kronos was always fooling us, misdirecting our attention. This seemed to obvious for him. And in my dream, the Golden Titan had talked about several more challenges to come, as if Typhon were only the first.

"It's a trick," I said. "We have to warn the gods. Something else is going to happen."

Chiron looked at me gravely. "Something worse than Typhon? I hope not."

"We have to defend Olympus," I insisted. "Kronos has another attack planned."

"He did," Travis Stoll reminded me. "But you sunk his ship."

"But we didn't destroy Kronos," Beckendorf said. "We didn't even encounter any of the Minor Gods that had changed sides such as Hecate or Morpheus. There's no telling what else he had planned. He might have another plan stored for invasion."

That sunk in hard. I didn't even think about the Minor gods that change sides, but Beckendorf was right. Kronos was the only immortal being we saw on the ship and I didn't see them with the Golden Titan either. Where are they?

"Well," Chiron said. "I think that's enough for one night."

He waved his hand and the steam dissipated. The stormy battle of Typhon and the gods disappeared.

"That's an understatement." I muttered.

And the war council adjourned