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 Destroy the Williamsburg Bridge

Shapeshifting is cool and all, but if I need to save my strength and yet I need to go somewhere to fight a powerful monster, Blackjack is the pegasus I can count on.

I prayed to Hestia to let a couple of pegasus to enter Manhattan as I did my best taxicab whistle. Within a few minutes two dark shapes circled out of the sky. They looked like hawks at first, but they descended I could make out the long galloping legs of the pegasi.

Yo, boss. Blackjack landed at a trot, his friend Porkpie right behind him. Man, I thought those wind gods were gonna knock us to Pennsylvania when out of nowhere they backed off!

"Yeah, Lady Hestia has to give them an all clear for anyone to use air power or fly near Olympus. She must have answered my prayers to let you two come," I said. "We need to get to the Williamsburg Bridge."

Blackjack lowered his neck. You're darn right, boss. We flew over it on the way here, and it don't look good. I take it you want to save your strength for what's going on there, right?

"You got it," I said.

On the way to the bridge, a knot formed in my stomach. The Minotaur was the second monster I'd ever defeated, after Mrs. Dodds. Four years ago, he'd nearly killed my mother on Half-Blood Hill. I still have nightmares about that.

I'd been hoping he would stay dead for a few centuries, but I should've known my luck wouldn't hold.

We saw the battle before we were close enough to make out individual fighters. It was well after midnight now, but the bridge blazed with light. Cars were burning. Arcs of fire streamed in both directions as flaming arrows and spears sailed through the air.

We came in for a low pass, and I saw the Apollo campers retreating. They would hide behind cars and snipe at the approaching army, setting off explosive arrows and dropping caltrops on the road, building fiery barricades wherever they could, dragging sleeping drivers out of their cars to get them out of their cars to get them out of harms way. But the enemy kept advancing. An entire phalanx of dracaenae marched in the lead, their shields locked together, spear tips bristling over the top. An occasional arrow would connect with their snaky trunks, or a neck, or a chink in their armor, and the unlucky snake woman would disintegrate, but most of the Apollo arrows glanced harmlessly off their shield wall. About a hundred more monsters marched behind them.

Hellhounds leaped ahead of the line from time to time. Most were destroyed with arrows, but one got hold of an Apollo camper and dragged him away. I didn't see what happened to him next. I didn't see what happened to him next. I didn't want to know.

That's the problem with Apollo kids, they are great archers and can use other missile weapons when needed, but when it comes to close combat-well they might as well be my opposite where I'm good with a sword but terrible in archery.

"There!" Annabeth called from the back of Porkpie.

Sure enough, in the middle of the invading legion was Old Beefhead himself.

The last time I'd seen the Minotaur, he'd been wearing nothing but his tighty whities. I don't know why. Maybe he'd been shaken out of bed to chase me. This time, he was prepared for battle.

From the waist down, he wore standard Greek battle gear-a kilt like apron of leather and metal flaps, bronze greaves covering his legs, and tightly wrapped leather sandals. His top was all bull-hair and hide and muscle leading to a head so large he should've toppled over just from the weight of his horns. He seemed larger than the last time I'd seen him-ten feet tall at least. A double-bladed axe was strapped to his back, but he was too impatient to use it. He must have sniffed me out (as his eyesight was bad), even as I circle ahead, because he bellowed and picked up a white limousine.

"Blackjack, dive!" I yelled.

What? The pegasus asked. No way could he... Holy horse feed!

We were at least a hundred feet up, but the limo came sailing toward us flipping fender over fender like a two ton boomerang. Annabeth and Porkpie swerved madly to the left, while Blackjack tucked his wings and plunged. The limo sailed over my head, missing by maybe two inches. It cleared the suspension lines of the bridge and fell toward the East River.

Monsters jeered and shouted and the Minotaur picked up another car.

"Drop us behind the lines with Apollo Cabin," I told Blackjack. "Stay in earshot but get out of danger!"

I ain't gonna argue, boss!

Blackjack swooped down behind an overturned school bus where a couple of campers were hiding. Annabeth and I leaped off as soon as our pegasi's hooves touched the pavement. Then Blackjack and Porkpie soared into the night sky.

Michael Yew ran up to us. He was definitely the shortest commando I'd ever seen. He had a bandaged cut on his arm. His ferrety face was smeared with soot and his quiver was almost empty, but he was smiling like he was having a great time.

"Glad you could join us," he said. "Where are the other reinforcements?"

"For now, we're it," I said.

"Then we're dead," he said.

"You still have your flying chariot?" Annabeth asked.

"Nah," Michael said. "Left it at Camp. Will convince me to just let Clarisse have it, not worth fighting over when the world is about to end, you know?"

I figured Michael was talking about his now second-in-command Will Solace. He's a friendly guy, and best medic of Apollo Cabin, and unlike Michael, he doesn't take pride in archery skills as though it's the best combat style.

"But she said it was too late," Michael continued. "We'd insulted her honor for the last time or some stupid thing."

"Least you tried," I said.

Michael shrugged. "Yeah, well, I called her some names when she said she still wouldn't fight. I doubt that helped. Here comes the uglies!"

He drew an arrow and launched it toward the enemy. The arrow made a screaming sound as it flew. When it landed, it unleashed a blast like a power chord on an electric guitar magnified through the world's largest' speakers. The nearest cars exploded. Monsters dropped their weapons and clasped their ears in pain. Some ran. Others disintegrated on the spot.

"That was my last sonic arrow," Michael said.

"A gift from your dad?" I asked. "God of music?"

Michael grinned wickedly. ":Loud music can be bad for you. Some of us can even make sonic whistles, a rare blessing of Apollo. Unfortunately, both doesn't always kill."

Sure enough, most monsters were regrouping, shaking off their confusion.

'We have to fall back," Michael said. "I've got Kayla and Austin setting traps farther down the bridge.

"Too risky, if we fall back too much, they might break through to Manhattan," I said. "Bring your campers forward to this position and wait for my signal. We either drive them back to Brooklyn or destroy the bridge from here."

Michael laughed. "How do you plan to do that."

"I'm going to see if the Minotaur will take me on one on one," I said. "Annabeth, make sure no monsters interfere."

"Be careful, Percy." Annabeth said.

"What no kiss for luck?" I asked.

I figured she would punch me. Instead she drew her knife and stared at the army marching toward us. "Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then we'll see."

I took it and stepped out from behind the school bus. I walked up the bridge in plain sight, straight toward the enemy.

When the Minotaur saw me, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed-a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch.

"Hey, Beef Boy," I shouted back. "Didn't I kill you already?"

He pounded his into the hood of a Lexus and it crumpled like aluminum foil.

"How about a one on one?" I asked. "Just like old times."

The monsters seem to not agree with this as they move forward, but the Minotaur roared at them, and they backed off. He unstrapped his axe and swung it around.

It was beautiful in a harsh I'm-going-to-gut-you-like-a-fish kind of way. Each of its twin blades was shaped like an omega: Ω the last letter of the Greek alphabet. Maybe that was because the axe would be the last thing his victims ever saw. The shaft was about the same height as the Minotaur, bronze wrapped in leather. Tied around the base of each blade were lots of bead necklaces. I realized they were Camp Half-Blood beads-necklaces taken from defeated demigods.

I was so mad I imagine my eyes glowing just like the Minotaur's. I raised my sword. The monster army cheered for the Minotaur, but the sound died when I dodged his first swing and sliced his axe in half, right between the hand-holds.

"Moo?" he grunted.

I morphed into a Kangaroo and gave him a kick. The minotaur bellowed in rage and charged. I'll give him one thing, he can take a kangaroo kick. I morphed into a giant african elephant and took him head on. Although the minotaur had horns the broke off on impact of my invulnerable skin and his aze bounced off me and flew off I threw the Minotaur to the 3edge of the bridge scattering his army. I morphed into a rhinocerus and charged head on aiming my horn. The Minotaur only had time to get before-

CRUNCH!

My horn penetrated his breast plate. The Minotaur looked down just before disintegrating, turning into dust as his essence return to Tartarus.

I turned toward his army morphing into a full grown sabertooth tiger. I let out a roar as I charged at the army.

Whether it was an army of undead soldiers or variety of monsters, it didn't matter. I was able to take them on as their weapons either missed or deflected off my fur. Snake women exploded. Hellhounds melted to shadow. I changed shape from Sabertooth tiger to rhino to bear as I dealt with different monsters. Meanwhile, I was aware that Apollo campers were shooting arrows, keeping the enemy from rallying. Finally, the monsters turned and fled.

Annabeth and the Apollo campers stepped up next to me as I morph back to human form.

"Yes!" yelled Michael Yew. "That's what I'm talking about!"

The sky was growing pale in the east as the monsters retreated.

Then I saw the crowd at the base of the bridge. The retreating monsters were running straight toward their reinforcements. It was a small group, maybe thirty or forty demigods in battle armor, mounted on skeletal horses. One of them held a purple banner with the black scythe design. The lead horseman trotted foreward. He took off his helm, and I recognized Kronos himself, his eyes molten gold.

Annabeth and the Apollo campers faltered. The monsters we'd been pursuing reached the Titan's line and were absorbed into the new force. Kronos gaze in our direction. He was quarter a mile away, but I swear I could see him smile.

The Titan lord's men drew th eir swords and charged. The hooves of their skeletal horses thundered against the pavement. Our archers shot a volley, bringing several of the enemy, but they just kept riding.

I know I said earlier I would stop running away when I face a scary situation, but seeing Kronos leading the demigod army as backup, I remember back to the second time we escaped the Princess Andromeda after Chiron and the party ponies saved us. We didn't retreat then out of fear, but because we lack the strength to keep fighting. I think this moment counts as a similar situation.

" Retreat!" I told my friends. "I'll hold them off."

In a matter of seconds they were on me but my body melted into a swarm of killer bees as I spread my swarm out surrounding the army. I don't know how my swarm form affect my Achilles curse, but I was glad I still was able to use my new form

I attack and stung the soldiers forcing many to fall off their skeletal horses. As I did, Annabeth, who had stayed behind to back me up took them out as Michael Yew led his cabin into retreat.

When they pass the midway point I gather my swarm and reform and morphed into Lion, Let me tell you, swarm form not only was draining when I first used it, but it's a headache when I reform too. It's like a million memories from all the bees that was me coming to my head at once. Still I shook it off and roared as I started attacking the dismounted men.

Just then I sensed a blade coming down and I morphed into tortoise and hid in my shell as Kronos struck me with his scythe.

Yeah, I know. Sounds silly since I'm invincible with the Achilles Curse, but I'm use to turning into a tortoise when I need to block an attack that I just instinctively did so. I'm sure even with normal defense of a tortoise that scythe could have ended me. But thanks to the Achilles curse the scythe bounced off my shell harmlessly.

"So..." Kronos studied me, looking mildly annoyed. " You had the courage to visit the Styx. I had to pressure Luke in many ways to convince him. If only you had supplied my host body instead... But no matter. I am still more powerful. I am a TITAN."

He struck the bridge with the butt of his scythe, and a wave blasted me backward. Cars went careening. Demigods-even Luke's own men-were blown off the edge of the bridge. Suspensión cords whipped around and me still in tortoise form skidded halfway back to Manhattan like a rock skipping on water after tossed.

I morphed back to human form as Annabeth, was getting the remaining Apollo campers had almost made it to the end of the bridge, except for Michael Yew, who was perched on one of the suspensión cables a few yards from me. His last arrow was notched in his bow.

"Michael, go!" I screamed.

"Percy, the bridge!" he called. "It's already weak!"

At first I didn't understand. Then I looked down and saw fissures in the pavement. Patches of the road were half melted from Greek fire. The bridge taken a beating from Kronos' blast and the exploding arrows.

"Break it!" Michael yelled. "Use your powers!"

It was a desperate thought-no way it would work-bur I took out Riptide and stabbed it into the bridge. The magic blade sank to its hilt in asphalt. Salt water shot from the crack like I'd hit a geyser. I pulled out my blade and the fissure grew. The bridge shook and began to crumble. Chunks the size of houses fell into the East River. Kronos' demigdos cried out in alarm and scrambled backward. Some were knocked off their feet. Within a few seconds, a fifty foot chasm opened into the Williamsburg Bridge between Kronos and me.

The vibrations died. Kronos' men crept to the edge and looked at the hundred-and-thirty foot drop into the river.

The Titan lord studied the problem. He looked behind him at the rising sun, then smiled across the chasm. He braised his scythe in a mock salute. "Until this evening, Jackson."

He mounted hsi horse, whirled around, and galloped back to Brooklyn, followed by his warriors.

I turned to thank Michael Yew, but the words died in my throat. Twenty feet away, a bow lay in the street. Its owner wa sno where to be seen.

"No!" I searched the wreckageon my side of the bridge. I stared down at the river. Nothing.

I yelled in anger and frustration. The sound carried forever in the morning stillness. This was not fair. I swam in the Styx, to try and prevent something like this.

Annabeth approached me and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Percy, Silena Beauregard just called. The Titan army is retreating, but we have wounded. They're going to need healers."