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

Luke Saves Olympus In His Final Days

I may have had the advantage of having permission of flying to Olympus, but Kronos was already there by time we landed.

I landed at the familiar landing area for Pegasi. Annabeth and Grover slid off my back as I changed back to human.

We ran through streets. Mansions were burning. Statues had been hacked down. Trees in the parks were blasted to splinters. It looked like someone had attacked the city with a giant weedwacker.

"Kronos' Scythe," I said.

We followed the winding path toward the palace of the gods. I didn't remember the road ever being so long. Maybe Kronos was making time go slower, or maybe it was just dread slowing me down. The whole mountaintop was in ruins-so many beautiful buildings and garden gone.

A few minor gods that were still loyal to Olympus and nature spirits had tried to stop Kronos. Minor gods were strength about the road and all that was left of nature spirits were their clothing. I don't know where Apollo Cabin or the injured campers were, but I hope Kronos has disregarded them just as he did with me.

Somewhere ahead of us, Kronos' voice roared: "Brick by brick! That was my promise. Tear it down BRICK BY BRICK."

A white marble temple with a gold dome suddenly exploded. The dome shot up like the lid of a teapot and shattered into a billion pieces, raining rubble over the city.

We were running under marble archway with the huge statues of Zeus and Hera when the entire mountain groaned, rocking sideways like a boat in a storm .

"Look out!" Grover yelped. The archway crumbled. I looked up in time to see a twenty ton scowling Hera topped over us. Annabeth and I just barely dodge being flatten.

When the dust cleared and the mountain stop rocking, we found the statue where we once stood.

Kronos' laughing broke us out of our daze as he approached the hall of the gods. More buildings exploded.

A fireball erupted on the side of the mountain right near the gates of the palace.

"We've got to run," I said.

"I don't suppose you mean away," Grover murmured hopefully.

I sprinted toward the palace, Annabeth right behind me.

"I was afraid of that," Grover sighed, and clip-clopped after us.

The doors of the palace were big enough to steer a cruise ship through, but they'd been ripped off their hinges and smashed like they weight nothing. We had to climb over a huge pile of broken stone and twisted metal to get inside.

Kronos stood in the middle of the throne room, his arms wide, staring at the starry ceiling as if taking it all in. His laughter echoed even louder than it had from the pits of Tartarus.

"Finally!" he bellowed. "The Olympian Council-so proud and mighty. WHich seat of power shall I destroy first?"

The hearth was almost dead, just a few coals glowing deep in the ashes. Hestia was nowhere to be seen. Neither is Rachel. I hoped she was okay, but I'd seen so much destruction I was afraid to think about it. The Ophiotaurus swam in his water sphere in the far corner of the room, wisely not making a sound, but it wouldn't be long before Kronos noticed him.

Annabeth, Grover and I stepped forward win the torchlight.

Kronos turned and smile through Luke's face, as though expecting us. Except for the golden eyes, he looked just the same as he had four years ago when he'd welcomed me into the Hermes cabin. Annabeth made a painful sound in the back of her throat, like someone had just suckered puncheed her.

"Shall I destroy you first, Jackson?" Kronos asked. "Is that the choice you will make-to fight me and die instead of bowing down? Prophecies never end well, you know."

"Luke would fight with a sword," I said as I slap my stopwatch button causing my shield to spiraled out. "But I suppose you don't have his skill."

Kronos sneered. His scythe began to change, until he held Luke's old weapon, Backbiterm with its half-steel, half Celestial bronze blade.

Next to me, Annabeth gasped like she'd suddenly had an idea. "Percy, the blade!" She unsheathed her knife. A hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap."

I didn't understand why she was reminding me of that prophecy line right now. It wasn't exactly a morale booster, but before I could say anything, Kronos raised his sword.

"Wait!" Annabeth yelled.

Kronos came at me like a whirlwind.

My instincts took over. I blocked with my shield I slashed and roll, but I felt like I was fighting a hundred swordsman. Annabeth moved to find an angle to strikje from and Grover started playing his reed pipes. The sound filled me with warmth and courage-thoughts of sunlight and blue sky and a callm meadow, somewhere far away from the war.

Kronos backed me up against the throne of Hephaestus-a huge mechanical La-Z-Boy type thing covered with bronze and silver gears. I had no doubt it was full of traps to handle anyone that tries to sit on it. In fact I was hoping for slashed and I jumped straight up, morphing into gecko form as I landed on the throne. I scaled my way up onto the seat and morphed into human. Sure enough the throne whirred and hummed with secret mechanisms Defense mode, it warned. Defense mode.

I quickly morphed into a peregrine falcon and flew over Kronos' head as the throne shot tendrils of electricity in all directions. One hit Kronos in the face, arcing down his body and up his sword.

"ARG!" He crumpled to his knees and dropped Backbiter.

Annabeth saw her chance and charged at Kronos. "Luke, listen!"

I wanted to shout at her, to tell her she was crazy for trying to reason with Kronos, but there was no time. Kronos flicked his hand. Annabeth flew backward, slamming into the throne of her mother and crumpling to the floor.

I landed between Kronos and Annabeth. I couldn't go to her without turning my back on Kronos but I can keep his attention away from her.

Meanwhile Grover's music took on a more urgent tune. He moved toward Annabeth, but he couldn't go any faster and keep up the song. Grass grew on the floor of the throne on the floor of the throne room. Tiny roots crept up between the cracks of the marble stone.

Kronos rose to one knee. His hair smoldered. His face was covered with electrical burns. He reached for his sword, but this time it didn't fly into his hands.

So electricity can bypass the Achilles curse, I thought. Good to know.

Grover was almost to Annabeth now. The grass thickened on the foot. The roots were almost a foot long, like a stubble of whiskers.

Kronos tried to get up, but stumbled. Above his left ear, a patch of blond hair still smoldered.

Grover's music kept playing and I felt nostalgia. I took advantage of this and charged at the Titan lord's neck. It should have killed him instantly, but bounced off harmlessly. Kronos flicked at me and send me flying. I turned into an armadillo and rolled up into a ball as I struck the grassy ground.

Grover was at Annabeth's side now. He'd stopped playing and was feeding her ambrosia.

Kronos picked up his sword. Everywhere he stepped, the roots wrapped around his feet, but Grover had stopped his magic too early. The roots weren't thick or strong enough to do much more than annoy the Titan.

I morphed back to human and charged at Kronos, keeping his attention, We fought through the hearth, kicking up coals and sparks. Kronos slashed an armrest off the throne of Ares as he backed me up to my dad's throne.

"Oh, yes," Kronos said. "This one will make fine kindling for my new hearth.

His blade met my shield as I felt the power of the ocean in my arms. I slashed with Riptide, across his breastplate so hard I cut a gash in the Celestial bronze.

He stamped his foot again and time slowed. I tried to attack, but I was moving at the speed of a glacier. Kronos back up, leisurely, catching his breath. He examined the gash in his armor while I struggle forward, silently cursing him. He could take all the time outs he wanted. He could freeze me in place at will. I remember what Achilles said about the vulnerable spot being the mortal point. If Luke swam in the styx, he had to have one, My best shot is to drain him of his energy and find that weak point.

"It's too late, Percy Jackson," he said. "Behold."

He pointed to the hearth, and the coals glowed. A sheet of white smoke poured from the fire, forming images like an iris-message. I saw the di Angelo kids and my parents down on Fifth Avenue, fighting a hopeless battle, ringed in enemies. In the background Hades fought from his black chariot, summoning wave after waves of zombies out of the ground, but the forces of Titan army seem ed endless. Thalia and Ethan was still fighting and Ethan was doing well considering he's up against Thalia. Meanwhile Manhattan was being destroyed. Mortals now, fully awake, were running in terror. Cars swerved and crashed.

The scene shifted, and I saw something even more terrifying but at the same time expected.

A column of storm was approaching the Hudson River, moving rapidly over the Jersey shore. Chariots circled it, locked in combat with the creature in the cloud.

The gods attacked. Lightning flashed. Arrows of gold and silver streaked into the cloud like rocket tracers and exploded. Slowly the cloud ripped apart, and I saw Typhon clearly for the first time.

I knew as long as I lived (which might not be that long) I would never be able to get the image out of my mind. Typhon's head shifted constantly. Every moment he was a different monster, each more horrible than the lalst. Looking at his face would've driven me insane, so I focused on his body, which wasn't much better. He was humanoid, but his skin reminded me of a meat loaf sandwich that had been in someone's locker all year. He was mottled green, with blisters the size of buildings, and blackened patches from eons of being stuck under a volcano. His hands were human but with talons like an eagle's. His legs were scaly and reptilian.

"The Olympians are giving their final effort," Kronos laughed. "How pathetic."

Zeus threw a thunderbolt from his chariot. The blast lit up the world. I could feel the shock even here on Olympus, but when the dust cleared, Typhon was still standing. He staggered a bit, with a smoking crater on top of his misshapen head, but he roared in anger and kept advancing.

My limbs began to loosen up. Kronos didn't seem to notice. His attention was focused on the fight and his final victory. If I could hold out a few more seconds, and if my dad kept his word...

Typhon stepped into the Hudson River and barely sank midcalf. But when he did, a conch horn sounded from the smoky picture. The call of the ocean. The call of Poseidon.

All around Typhon, the Hudson River erupted, churning with forty-foot waves. Out of the water burst a new chariot-this one pulled by massive hippocampi, who swam in air as easily as in water. My father, glowing with a blue aura of power, rode a defiant circle around the giant's legs. Poseidon was no longer an old man. He looked like himself again-tan and strong with a black beared. As he swung his trident, the river responded, making a funnel cloud around the monster.

"No!" Kronos bellowed after a moment of stunned silence. "NO!"

"NOW, MY BRETHREN!" Poseidon's voice was so loud I wasn't sure if I was hearing it from the smoke image or from all the way across town. "STRIKE FOR OLYMPUS!"

Warriors burst out of the river, riding waves on huge sharks and dragons and sea horses. Hudson the river god himself was even fighting. There was a legion of Cyclopes,and leading them into battle was...

"Tyson!" I yelled.

I knew he couldn't hear me, but I stared at him in amazement. He'd magically grown in size. He had to be thirty feet tall, as big as any of the other cyclopes, and for the first time he was wearing full battle armor. Riding behind him was Briares, the Hundred Handed One.

All the Cyclopes held huge lengths of black iron chains-big enough to anchor a battleship-with grappling hooks at the ends. They swung them like lassos and began to ensnare Typhon, throwing lines around the creature's legs and arms, using the tide to keep circling, slowly entangling him. Typhon shook and roared and yanked at the chains, pulling some of the Cyclopes off their mounts; but there were too many chains. The sheer weight of the Cyclops battalion began to weigh Typhon down. Poseidon threw his trident and impaled the monster in the throat. Golden blood, immortal ichor, spewed from the wound, making a waterfall taller than a skyscraper. The trident flew back to Poseidon's hand.

The other gods struck with renewed forces. Ares rode in and stabbed Typhon in the nose. Artemis shot the monster in the eye with a dozen silver arrows. Apollo shot a blazing volley of arrows and set the monster's loincloth on fire. And Zeus kept pounding the giant with lightning, until finally, slowly, the water rose, wrapping Typhon like a cocoon, and he began to sink under the weight of the chains. Typhon bellowed in agony, thrashing with such force that waves sloshed the Jersey shore, soaking five-story buildings and splashing over the George Washington Bridge-but down he went as my dad opened a special tunnel for him at the bottom of the river-an endless waterslide that would take him straight to Tartarus. The giant head went under in the seething whirlpool, and he was gone.

"BAH!" Kronos screamed. He slashed his sword through the smoke, tearing the image to shreds.

"They're on their way," I said. "You've lost."

"I haven't even started."

He advanced with blinding speed. Grover-brave, stupid satyr that he was-tried to protect me, but Kronos tossed him aside like a rag doll.

I sidestepped and jabbed under Kronos' guard. It was a good trick. Unfortunately, Luke knew it. He countered the strike and disarmed me using one of the first moves he'd ever taught me. My sword skittered across the ground.

"STOP!" Annabeth came from nowhere.

Kronos whirred to her and slash with Backbiter, but somehow Annabeth caught the strike on her dagger hilt. It was a move only the quickest and most knife fighter could've stepped in closer for leverage, their blades crossed. And for a moment she stood face-to-face with the Titan lord, holding him at a standstill.

"Luke," she said, gritting her teeth, "I understand now. You have to trust me."

Kronos roared in outrage. "Luke Castellan is dead! His body will burn away as I assume my true form!"

I tried to move, but my body was frozen again.

Kronos pushed against her, tytring to dislodge his blade, but she held him in check.

"Your mother," Annabeth grunted. "She saw your fate."

"Service to Kronos!" the Titan roared. "This is my fate."

"No!" Annabeth insisted. Her eyes were tearing up. "That's not the end, Luke. The prophecy: she saw what you would do. It applies to you!"

I realized what she was talking about. Luke was the one to destroy Kronos. Not me. Just as Rachel said.

"I will crush you, child!" Kronos bellowed.

"You won't," Annabeth said. "You promised. You're holding Kronos back even now."

"LIES!" Kronos pushed again and this time Annabeth lost her balance. With his free free hand, Kronos struck her face, and she slid backward.

I summoned all my will. I manage to rise, but it was like holding the weight of the sky again.

Kronos loomed over Annabeth, his sword raised.

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She croaked, "Family, Luke. You promised.

I took a painful step forward. Grover was back on his feet, over by the throne of Hera, but he seemed to be struggling to move as well. Before either of us could get anywhere close to Annabeth, Kronos staggered.

He stared at the knife in Annabeth's hand, the blood on her face. "Promise."

Then he gasped like he couldn't get air. "Annabeth..." But it wasn't the Titan's voice. It was Luke's. He stumbled forward like he couldn't control his own body. "You're bleeding..."

"My knife."Annabeth raise her dagger

I could move again. I knocked Backbiter out of Luke's hand and it spun into the hearth.

Anger rippled across his face. Kronos' voice growled. "Jackson..." Was it my imagination, or was his whole body glowing, turning gold.

He gasped again. Luke's voice: "He's changing. Help. He's... he's almost ready. He won't need my body anymore. Please-"

"NO!" Kronos bellowed. He looked around for his sword, but it was in the hearth, glowing among the coals.

He stumbled toward it. I tried to stop him, but he pushed me out of the way with such force, I landed next to to Annabeth and cracked my head on the base of Athena's throne.

When my vision came back into focus, I saw Kronos grasping his sword. Then he bellowed in pain and dropped it. His hands were smoking and seared. The hearth fire had grown red=hot, like the scythe wasn't compatible with it. I saw an image of Hestia flickering in the ashes, frowning at Kronos with disapproval.

Luke collapsed, clutching his ruin hands.

I struggled to my feet and took Annabeth's knife.

"Luke, where's your vulnerable spot?" I asked.

Luke looked at me, and seem to know what I was thinking. He moistened his lips. "You can't... can't do it yourself. He'll break my control. He'll defend himself. Only my hand. I can... can keep him controlled.

He was definitely glowing now, his skin starting to smoke.

If Kronos evolved into his true form, there would be no stopping him. He would make Typhon look like playground bully. So I gave the knife to Luke.

Grover yelped. "Percy? Are you...um..."

"Grover, I'm not the hero, Luke is," I said. "He has to do this."

I watched as Luke grasped the hilt.

I stood before him, putting Luke was at striking range of my vulnerable spot. He may not know it, but all he has to do is aim for my belly button. Only protecting it was my breastplate but it can break.

He unlatched the side straps of his armor, exposing a small bit of skin just under his skin just under his left arm, a place that would be very hard to hit. With difficulty, he stabbed himself.

It wasn't a deep cut, but Luke howled. His eyes glowed like lava. The throne room shook, throwing me off my feet. An aura of energy surrounded Luke, growing brighter and brighter. I shut my eyes and felt a force like a nuclear explosion blister my skin and cracked my lips.

It was silent for a long time.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Luke sprawled at the hearth. On the floor around him was blackened circle of ash. Kronos' scythe hjad liquified into molten metal and was trickling into the coals of the hearth, which now glowed like blacksmith furnace.

Luke's left side was bloody. His eyes were open-blue eyes, the way they used to be. He breath was a deep rattle.

"Good... blade," he croaked.

I knelt next to him. Annabeth limped over with Grover's support. They both had tears in their eyes.

Luke gazed at Annabeth. "You knew. I almost killed you, but you knew..."

"Shhh." Her voice trembled. "You were a hero at the end Luke. You'll go to Elysium."

He shook his head weakly. "Think... rebirth. Try for three times. Isles of the Blest."

Annabeth sniffled. "You always pushed yourself too hard."

He held up his charred hand. Annabeth touched his fingertips.

"Did you..." Luke coughed and his lips glistened red. "Did you love me.

Annabeth wiped her tears away. "There was a time I thought... well, I thought..." She looked at me, like she was drinking in the fact I was still here. And I realized I was doing the same thing. The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was she was alive.

"You were like a brother to me, Luke," she said softly. "But I didn't love you."

He nodded, as he'd expected it. He winced in pain.

"We can get ambrosia," Grover said. "We can-"

"It won't help." I told him. "Our vulnerable spots is our mortal point-what keeps us alive."

Luke gulped. "Grover you're the bravest satyr I ever know, but Percy is right..."

He gripped my sleeve, and I could feel the heat of his skin like a fire. "All the unclaimed. Children of Minor gods. Me. Don't let it... don't let it happen again."

His eyes were angry, but pleading too.

"I won't," I said.

Luke nodded, and his hand went slack.

The gods arrived a few minutes later in their full war regalia, thundering into the throne room and expecting a battle.

What they found were Annabeth, Grover, and me standing over the body of a broken half-blood, in the dim warm light of the hearth.

"Percy," my father called, awe in his voice. "What... What is this."

I turned and faced the Olympians.

"We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the Son of Hermes who with his final breath chose to save Olympus."