A/N: I don't own the rights to any of the Percy Jackson series or it's characters. That right gaoes 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.

Also, ever since I got my latest Laptop I been stuck using Google Docs and Copy and paste my chapters and for some reason when I save what I paste any formats I made is turn to normal format. I even have to bold the chapter titles, but as I'm sure you noticed sometimes I forget to do that. So anything I normally itallilize like thoughts come out normal text. A/N at the beginning and end of each keep the format changes because I add them without copying and pasting from google doc.

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

Ares Cabin Finally Shows Up

The way Annabeth saw it, Achilles Curse should protect me from being turned into pegasus confetti by the helicopter blades. So it only made sense I fly her up to the helicopter door. I don't know what Annabeth had planned from there, but I have to admit, she had a good point. I was just annoyed that now she was okay with me doing something dangerous because of my invulnerability.

I morphed into my pegasus form and Annabeth climbed onto my back and I took off to the helicopter.

I could hear Rachel screaming inside. For some reason, she hadn't fallen asleep. I can get why Kronos' mercenaries aren't affected my Morpheus' enchantment since they are fighting for the Titan Lord, but how the heck Rachel wasn't affected. From what I could see, the pilot was slumped over the controls. Pitching back and forth as the helicopter wobbled toward the side of an office building.

"Fly up close to the door," Annabeth told me.

I had no idea what Annabeth was planning, but I passed close to the rotors. We zipped along the side of the helicopter. Annabeth grabbed the door and opened it revealing a very awake Rachel. Annabeth managed to climb in. Once she was inside I soared into a dive and landed on the ground as I morphed back to human form.

I looked up, my heart crawled into my throat. The helicopter was only a few seconds away from slamming into the side of a building.

Then miraculously, the helicopter righted itself. It spun in a circle and hovered. Very slowly, it began to descend.

It seemed to take forever, but finally the helicopter thudded to a landing in the middle of Fifth Avenue. I looked through the windshield and couldn't believe what I was seeing. Annabeth was at the controls.

I ran forward as the rotors spun to a stop. Rachel opened the side door once more and dragged out the pilot. I don't even want to know where she left her parents as I didn't see them.

Rachel was still dressed like she was on vacation, in beach shorts, a T-shirt, and sandals. Her hair was tangled and her face was green from the helicopter ride.

Annabeth climbed out last.

I stared at her in awe. "I didn't know you could fly a helicopter."

"Neither did I," she said. "My dad's crazy into aviation. Plus Daedalus had some notes on flying machines. I just took my best guess on the controls."

"You saved my life," Rachel said.

"Yeah, well... let's not make a habit of it. What are you doing here, Dare? Don't you know better than to fly into a war zone?"

"I-" Rachel glanced at me. "I had to be here. Percy was in trouble."

"Got that right," Annabeth grumbled. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I have some injured friends I've got to tend to. Glad you could stop by, Rachel."

"Annabeth," I called.

She stormed off.

Rachel plopped down on the curb and put her head in her hands. "I'm sorry, Percy. I didn't mean to... I always mess things up."

It was kind of hard to argue with her, though I was glad she was safe. I looked in the direction Annabeth had gone, but she'd disappeared into the crowd. I couldn't believe what she'd just done-saved Rachel's life, landed a helicopter, and walked away like it was no big deal.

"It's okay," I told Rachel, though my words sounded hollow. "Where's your parents?"

"They should be in Queens. I had a feeling they were safer there than in Manhattan," Rachel admitted. "I convince my father to lend me the helicopter to take me here once we were states side.

"They should be safe then. The spell that knocked your pilot out only surrounds Manhattan." I told her. "So what's the message you want to deliver?"

She frowned. 'How did you know about that?"

"A dream."

Rachel didn't look surprised. She tugged at her beach shorts. They were covered in drawings, which wasn't unusual for her, but these symbols I recognized: Greek letters, pictures from camp beads, sketches of monsters and faces of gods. I didn't understand how Rachel could have known about some of that. She never been to Olympus or Camp Half-Blood.

"I've been seeing things too," she muttered. "I mean, not just through the Mist. THis is different. I've been drawing pictures, writing lines-"

"In Ancient Greek," I said."Do you know what they say?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I was hoping... well, if you had gone with us on vacation, I was hoping you could have helped me figure out what's happening to me,"

She looked at me pleadingly. Her face was sunburned from the beach. Her nose was peeling. I couldn't get over the shock that she was here in person. SHe'd forced her family to cut short their vacation, agreed to go to a horrible school, and flown a separate helicopter from her family's into a monster battle just to see qme. In her own way, sheq waq saqs brave as Annabeth.

But what was happening to her with these visions really freaked me out. Maybe it was something that happened to all mortals who could see through the Mist. But my mom had never talked about anything like that. And Hestia's words about Luke's mom kept coming back to me: May Castellan went too far. She tried to see to see too much.

Rachel flinched like she'd gotten an electric shock. "Percy, something is about to happen. A bronze dragon and a trick."

"Bronze dragon?" I responded. "Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure." She looked around nervously. "Don't you feel it?"

"No, but-a couple of our friends went back to reactivate an automaton dragon wqe found." I said. "It's made out of bronze and gold."

"That might be it then," Rachel said.

"Is that your message you wanted to tell me?" I asked.

"No." She hesitated. "I'm sorry. But that thought just came to me. The message I wrote on the beach was different. It had your name in it."

"Perseus," I remembered. "In Ancient Greek."

Rachel nodded. "I don't know its meaning. I know it's important. You have to hear it. It said, Perseus, you are not the hero."

I stared at her like she just slapped me in the face. "You came thousands of miles to tell me I'm not the hero?"

"It's important," she insisted. "It will affect what you do."

"Not the hero of the prophecy?" I asked. "Not the hero who defeats Kronos? What do you mean?"

"I'm... I'm sorry, Percy. That's all I know. I had to tell you because-"

"Well," Chiron cantered over. "This must be Miss Dare."

I wanted to yell at him to go away, but of course I couldn't. I tried to get my emotions under control. I felt like I had another personal hurricane swirling around me. Plus Chiron might be able to help Rachel make sense of her dreams better than I could.

"Chiron, Rachel Dare." I said. "Rachel, this is my teacher Chiron."

"Hello," Rachel said glumly. She didn't look at all surprised that Chrion was a centaur.

"You are not asleep, Miss Dare," he noticed. "And yet you are mortal?"

"I'm immortal," she agreed, like it was a depressing thought. "The pilot fell asleep as soon as we pass the river. I don't know why I didn't. I just knew I had to be here, to warn Percy."

"Warn Percy?"

"She's been seeing things," I said. "Writing lines and making drawings."

Chiron raised an eyebrow. "Indeed? Tell me."

She told him the same thing she'd told me. Chiron seemed to take interest when she told him I was not the hero.

Chiron stroked his beard. "Miss Dare... perhaps we should talk."

"Chiron," I blurted. I had a sudden terrible image of Camp Half-Blood in the 1990s, and May Castellan's scream coming from the attic. "You... you'll help Rachel, right? I mean, you'll warn her that she's got to be careful with this stuff. Not to look too far."

His tail flicked like it does when he's anxious. "Yes, Percy. I will do my best to understand what is happening and advise Miss Dare, but this may take some time. Meanwhile, you should rest. We've moved your parents' car to safety. The enemy seems to be staying put for now. We've set up bunks in the Empire State Building. Get some sleep.

"Everybody keeps telling me to sleep," I grumbled. "I don't need sleep."

Chiron managed a smile. "Have you looked at yourself recently, Percy?"

I glanced down at my clothes, which were scorched, burned, sliced, and tattered from my night of constant battles. I'm amaze my vulnerable spot was safe. I really should wear a breastplate. "I look like death," I admitted. "But you think I can sleep after what just happened?"

"You may be invulnerable in combat," Chiron chided, "but that only makes your body tire faster. I remember Achilles. Whenever the lad wasn't fighting, he was sleeping. He must've taken twenty naps a day. You, Percy, need your rest. Just because you're not the hero of prophecy doesn't mean you won't be our only hope."

"Sure," I grumbled. "Talk."

I trudged toward the Empire State Building. When I glanced back, Rachel and Chriron were walking together in earnest conversation, like they were discussing funeral arrangements.

Inside the lobby, I found an empty bunk and collapsed, sure that I would never be able to sleep. A second later, my eyes closed.

In my dreams, I was back in Hades' garden. The lord of the dead paced up and down, holding his ears while Nico followed him, waving his arms.

"You have to!" Nico insisted.

Demeter and Persephone sat behind them at the breakfast table. Both of the goddesses looked bored. Demeter poured shredded wheat into four huge bowls. Persephone magically changing the flower arrangement on the table, turning the blossoms from red to yellow to polka-dotted.

"I don't have to do anything!" Hades' eyes blazed. "I'm a god!"

"Father," Nico said, "if Olympus falls, your own palace's safety doesn't matter. You'll fade too."

"I am not an Olympian!" he growled. "My family has made that quite clear."

"You are," Nico said. "Whether you like it or not."

"You saw what they did to your mother," Hades said. "Zeus killed her. And you would have me help them? They deserve what they get!"

Persephone sighed. She walked her fingers across the table, absently turning silverware into roses. "Could we please not talk about that woman?"

"You know what would help this boy?" Demeter mused. "Farming."

Persephone rolled her eyes. "Mother-"

"Six months behind a plow. Excellent character building."

Nico stepped in front of his father, forcing Hades to face him. "My mother understood about family. That's why she didn't want to leave us. You can't just abandon your family because they did something horrible. You've done horrible things to them too."

"Maria died!" Hades reminded him.

"You can't just cut yourself off from the other gods!"

"I've done very well at it for thousands of years."

"And has that made you feel any better?" Nico demanded. "Has that curse on the Oracle helped you at all? Holding grudges is a fatal flaw. Bianca warned me about that, and she was right."

"For demigods! I am immortal, all powerful! I would not help the other gods if they begged me, if Percy Jackson himself pleaded-"

"You're just as much of an outcast as I am!" Nico yelled. "Stop being angry about it and do something helpful for once. That's the only way they'll respect you!"

Hades' palk filled with black fire.

"Go ahead," Nico said. "Blast me. That just what the other gods would expect from you. Prove them right."

"Yes, please," Demeter complained. "Shut him up."

Persephone sighed. "Oh, I don't know. I would rather fight in the war than eat another bowl of cereal. This is boring."

I guess Demeter and Persephone proved Nico's point. Hades roared. His fireball hit a silver tree right next to Nico, melting it into a pool of liquid metal.

And my dream changed.

I was standing outside the United Nations, about a mile northeast of the Empire State Building. The Titan army had set up camp all around the UN complex. The flagpoles were hung with horrible trophies-helmets and armor pieces from defeated campers. All along First Avenue, giants sharpened their axes. Telkhines repaired armor at makeshift forges.

Kronos himself paced at the top of the plaza, swinging his scythe so his dracaenae bodyguards stayed way back. Ethan Nakamura and Prometheus stood nearby, out of slicing range. Ethan was fidgeting with his shield straps, but Prometheus looked as calm and collective in his tuxedo.

"I hate this place," Kronos growled. "United Nations. As if mankind could ever unite. Remind me to tear down this building after we destroy Olympus."

"Yes, lord." Prometheus smiled as if his master's anger amused him. "Shall we tear down the stables in Central Park too? I know how much horses can annoy you."

"Don't mock me, Prometheus! Those cursed centaurs will be sorry they interfered. I will feed them to the hellhounds, starting with that son of mine-that weakling Chiron."

Prometheus shrugged. "That weakling destroyed an entire legion of telkhines with his arrows."

Kronos swung his scythe and cut a flagpole in half. The national colors of Brazil toppled into the army, squashing a dracaena.

"We will destroy them!" Kronos roared. "Nakamura! Any word from our spy,"

"No sir. It seems we lost communications with her," Ethan said.

"Then we must assume she was killed in the last invasion," Kronos said. "No matter. It is time to unleashed the drakon. Nakamura, you will do this."

"Y-yes, lord. At sunset?"

"No," Kronos said. "Immediately. Even without our spy to confirm it, the defenders of Olympus should be badly wounded. They will not expect a quick attack. I want Olympus in ruins by time Typhon reqaches New York. We will break the gods utterly!"

"But, my lord," Ethan said. "Your regeneration."

Kronos pointed at Ethan and the demigod froze.

"Does it seem," Kronos hissed, "that I need to regenerate?"

Ethan did not respond. Kind of hard to do when you're immobilized in time.

Kronos snapped his fingers and Ethan collapsed.

":Soon," the Titan growled, "this form will be unnecessary. I will not rest with victory so close. Now, go!"

Ethan scrambled away.

"This is dangerous, my lord," Prometheus warned. "Do not be hasty."

"Hasty? After festering for three thousand years in the depths of Tartarus, you call me hasty? I will slice Percy Jackson into a thousand pieces."

"Thrice you've fought him," Prometheus pointed out. "And yet you've always said it is beneath the dignity of a Titan to fight a mere mortal. I wonder if your mortal host is influencing you, weakening your judgment."

Kronos turned his golden eyes on the other Titan. "You call me weak?"

"No, my lord. I only meant-"

"Are your loyalties divided?" Kronos asked. "Perhaps you miss your old friends, the gods. Would you like to join them?"

Prometheus paled. "I misspoke, my lord. Your orders will be carried out." He turned to the armies and shouted, "PREPARE FOR BATTLE!"

The troops began to stir.

From somewhere behind the UN compound, an angry roar shook the city-the sound of a drakon waking. The noise was so horrible it woke me, and I realized I could still hear it from a mile away.

Grover stood next to me, looking nervous. "What was that?"

"They're coming," I told him. "And we're in trouble."

...

Unfortunately the only breast plates available were from the dead, but one of the badly wounded who were taken out of battle lend me his breastplate.

The Hephaestus cabin was out of Greek fire. The Apollo cabin and the Hunters were scrounging for arrows. Most of us that can still fight that had already ingested so much ambrosia and nectar we didn't dare take anymore.

We had sixteen campers, fifteen Hunters, half a dozen satyrs left in fighting shape. Only the spirits were still in good condition. The rest had taken refuge on Olympus. The Party Ponies tried to form ranks, but they staggered and giggled and they all smell like root beer. The Texans were-butting the Coloradoans. The Missouri branch was arguing with Illinois. The chances were pretty good whole army would end up fighting each other rather than the enemy. I'm starting to wonder why Mr. D drink diet coke when he can get drunk off root beer.

Chiron trotted up with Rachel on his back. I felt a twinge of annoyance because Chiron rarely gave anyone a ride, and never a mortal.

"Your friend here has some useful insights, Percy," he said.

Rachel blushed. "Just some things I saw in my head."

"A drakon," Chiron said. "A Lydian drakon, to be exact. The oldest and most dangerous kind."

I stared at her. "How did you know that?"

"I'm not sure," Rachel admitted. "But this drakon has a particular fate. It will be killed by a child of Ares."

Annabeth crossed her arms. "First you told Percy a bronze dragon will show up, now you're saying the Lydian Drakon will be killed by a child of Ares. How can you possibly know that?"

"I just saw it. I can't explain."

"Well, then let's hope what you said about the Bronze dragon is correct," I said.

"Let's hope so because I contacted camp not long ago and Silena wasn't able to convince Clarisse to rejoin the war." Chiron said.

"Great. Just great," I muttered, "Well I got some good news." I told them about Kronos losing contact with his spy.

"Are you sure he lost contact?" Annabeth asked.

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"Percy, we been searching over the bodies of the decease we could find and not a single one has the charm you and Beckendorf described," Annabeth said. "Unless the spy is one of the missing campers, they should still be alive."

"Or they have a change of heart like Chris Rodriguez," I said. "Either way, it sounds like Kronos lost his intel in our camp."

"Let's hope so," Thalia agreed.

A roar shook the ground. It sounded very close.

"Rachel," I said, "get inside the building."

"I want to stay."

A shadow blotted out the sun. Across the street, the drakon slithered down the side of a skyscraper. It roared, and thousands of windows shattered. "On second thought," Rachel said in a small voice. "I'll be inside."

...

Let me explain: there are dragons, then there are drakons.

Drakons are several millennia older than dragons, and much larger. They look like giant serpents. Most don't have wings. Most don't breathe fire (though some do). All are poisonous. All are immensely strong, with scales harder than titanium. Their eyes can paralyze you; not the turn-you-to-stone Medusa-type paralysis, but the oh-my-gods-that-big- snake-is-going-to-eat-me type of paralysis, which is just as bad.

We have drakon fighting classes at camp, but there is no way to prepare yourself for a two-hundred-foot-long serpent as thick as a school bus slithering down the side of a building, its yellow eyes like searchlights, and its mouth full of razor sharp teeth big enough to chew elephants.

It almost made me long for the flying pig.

Meanwhile the enemy army advanced down Fifth Avenue. We'd done our best to push cars out of the way to keep the mortals safe, but that just made it easier for our enemies to approach. The Party Ponies swished their tails nervously. Chiron galloped up and down their ranks, shouting encouragement to stand tough and think about victory and root beer, but I figured any second they would panic and run.

"I'll take on the drakon as a drakon," I yelled. "Everyone else, hold the line against the army!"

Annabeth stood nexr to me. She had her owl helmet low over her face, but I could tell her eyes were red.

"Will you help me?" I asked.

"That'e what I do," she said miserably. "I help my friends."

I felt like a complete jerk. I wanted to pull her aside and explain that I didn't mean for Rachel to be here, that it wasn't my idea, but we had no time.

I never turned into a drakon before, but even though it was a monster, it's still a my-stical creature-base monster and Chiron once told me I should be able to turn into any mystical creature base monsters as long as they're not human hybrids and that I won't share the same mystical powers as them unless its one I inherited from Poseidon.

"I'll keep it busy. You go in invisible and try to find a chink," I told her.

I drop down to the ground and my arms fused to my body as my legs fused together into a tail and my body expanded and grew until I turned into drakon. I wasn't too worried.

I charged into battle as a drakon can.

The drakon was three stories above us, slithering along the building as I came at it and it sized me up.

From the north, enemy army crashed into the Party ponies and their lines broke. THe drakon lashed out at me and bit down on Now I'm sure Drakons can hurt one another if they clash even with Titanium scales. But when it bite down onto my scaly body, it quickly found my scales wasn't so easy to penetrate as I felt its fangs broke on my scales. I whacked it, sending it off the side of the building . It flailed awkwardly and crashed to the sidewalk,

Then it spewed poison and I dodge it. The poison hit the ground and it melted like acid.

The rest of the battle wasn't going well. The centaurs had panicked under the onslaught of giants and demons. An occasional orange camp T-shirt appeared in the sea of fighting, but quickly disappeared. Arrows screamed. Fires exploded in waves across both armies, but the action was moving across the street to the entrance of the Empire State Building. We were losing ground.

Suddenly Annabeth materialized on the drakon's head. Her invisibility cap rolled off her head as she dove her bronze knife in the serpent's left eye. The spotlight went dark.

The drakon roared, it coiled around knocking Annabeth off its back. I bit down on the drakon and found indeed titanium scales meant nothing to drakon bites (It doesn't have the curse of Achilles like I did.) Annabeth used the time to move out of the way as the drakon and I coiled into a wrestling match.

Meanwhile our allies had to retreat to the doors of the Empire State Building. The entire enem y arm y was surrounding them .

Then I heard a long waited voice shouting: "Dragon! Emergency Defense, Beta-ACTIVATE!"

Just as soon as I heard that the air had a sm ell of ozone and: ZZZZAAAAPPPP!

Arcs of electricity shot out and hit the enemy forces causing the monsters to disintegrate.

"FOR ARES!" a female voice shouted.

A dozen war chariots charged into battle. Each flew a red banner with the symbol of the wild boar's head. Each was pulled by team of skeletal horse with manes of fire. A total of thirty fresh warriors, armor gleaming and eyes full of hate, lowered their lances as one- making a bristling wall of death. And at the lead was a huge Automaton bronze and gold dragon with Beckendorf riding on its back.

Next to the dragon was a girl in familiar red armor , her face was covered by a boar's head helm. SHe held aloft a spear that crackled with electricity. It seem as though Clarisse had came with Beckendorf to save the day after all. Beckendorf nodded to Clarisse, looking worried and led most of Ares Cabin to deal with the army on the bronze dragon's back while Clarisse led the other six straight to me.

The serpent reared back and tried to throw me off but I tighten might bite and wrapped around the rest of it. As I did, the other six charipot strike with their javelins.

EEESSSS! It screamed which is probably drakon for OWWWW!

"Ares, to me!" Clarisse screamed, but it was shriller than normal.

Meanwhile Across the street, Beckendornd his band of Ares Campers gave the Party Ponies new hope. They rallied at the doors of the Empire State building as the Bronze dragon let out searing hot flames that send the enemy running while on fire.

Meanwhile Clarisse's siblings were hacking their way through the drakon, and me. Only difference is when they hit my chinks, their weapons still bounced off. But when they hit the drakon's chinks it caused harm.

"The Drakon we can't harm is Percy! Attack the other one!" Clarisse shouted.

The drakon didn't seem to like that idea, It finally threw me off into a building (ow) and then nsprayed poison on the Ares campers, causing their armor to melt.

"I charged and bit the drakon again, trying to draw its attention away from Clarisse.

Annabeth helped reassemble Ares Campers and got them to throw javelins at the enemy drakon. Some broke, and others got stuck in the drakon's mouth. It snapped its jaws together until its mouth was a mess of green blood,yellow foamy poison, and splintered weapons.

I caught eye of Clarisse's eyes through her war helm and saw-blue eyes? Clarisse didn't have blue eyes.

"ARES!" she shouted in that strangely shrill voice. She leveled her spear and charged the drakon. The drakon was about to spit poison when I slammed into hit, causing the poison to miss the camper for a mile.

Then from the corner of my vision, I saw a flying chariot land on Fifth Avenue. From it was Chris Rodriguez driving and-Clarisse, only she wasn't wearing her armor.

"Clarisse!" the other Clarisse said and she threw her spear.

Flying chariot swooped down and grabbed the spear.

I sunk my teeth into the drakon at the base of the neck holding down the drakon. Then Clarisse from the chariot and drove the electric spear into it';s good eye, with so much force it shatter the shaft, releasing all of the magic weapon's power.

I released the drakon and shrank down to human form, avoiding the electricity as its whole body shuddered. Clarisse jumped free, rolling safely to the sidewalk as smoke boiled form the drakon's mouth. The drakon's flesh dissolved and collapsed into a hollow scaly tunnel of armor. I fought it fang and scales and Clarisse just took the thing down in one hit.

Everyone else stared at Clarisse in awe as she turned to whoever was posing her.

The girl removed her helmet, revealing herself to be SIlena Beauregard.

A/N: I thought of having Festus (not named yet) take on Drakon and eventually saved Silena but I thought I try having Percy turn into a drakon for once. Plus drakon form seem good substitute for the Titanaboa since those were extinct too long ago to be used