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

Olympians Reward Us for Our Hardship

The three Fates themselves took Luke's body.

I hadn't seen the old ladies in years, since I'd witnessed them snip a life thread at a roadside fruit stand when I was twelve. They'd scared me then, and they scared me now-three ghoulish grandmothers with bags of knitting needles and yarn.

One of them looked at me, and even though she didn't say anything, my life literally flashed before my eyes. Suddenly, I was twenty. Then I was a middle-aged man. Then I turned old and withered. All the strength left my body, and I saw my own tombstone and an open grave, a coffin being lowered into the ground. All this happened in less than a second.

It is done, she said.

The Fates held up the snippet of blue yarn-and I knew it was the same one I'd seen four years ago, the lifeline I'd watched them snip. I had thought it was my life. Now I realized it was Luke's. They'd been showing me the life that would have to be sacrificed to set things right, because our fates was intertwined by the same prophecy.

They gathered up Luke's body, now wrapped in white and green shroud, and began carrying it out of the throne room.

"Wait," Hermes said.

The messenger god was dressed in his classic outfit of white Greek robes, sandals, and helmet. The wings of his helm fluttered as he walked. The snakes George and Martha curled around his caduceus, murmuring, Luke, poor Luke.

I thought about May Castellan, alone in her kitchen, baking cookies and making sandwiches for a son who would never come home.

Hermes unwrapped Luke's face and kissed his forehead. He murmured some words in Ancient Greek-a final blessing.

"Farewell" he whispered. Then he nodded and allowed the Fates to carry away his son.

As they left, I thought about the Great Prophecy. The lines now made sense to me. A hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap. The hero was Luke. The cursed blade was the knife he'd given Annabeth long ago-cursed because Luke had broken his promise and betrayed his friends. A single choice shall end his days. I choose to believe in what Annabeth had said about Luke was still capable of setting things right and gave Luke the knife. Luke chose to sacrificed himself to do so. Olympus to preserve or raze. By sacrificing himself, Luke had saved Olympus. Rachel was right. In the end, I wasn't really the hero. Neither was Nico, Bianca, nor Thalia was destined to be the hero. It was Luke.

And I understood something else: When Luke had descended inot the River Styx, he would've had to focus on something important that would hold him to his mortal life. Otherwise he would've dissolved. I had seen Annabeth, and I had a feeling he had too. He had pictured that scene Hestia showed me-of himself in the good old days with Thalia and Annabeth, when he promised they would be a family. Hurting Annabeth in battle had shocked him into remembering that promise. It had allowed his mortal conscience to take over again, and defeat Kronos. His weak spot-his Achilles' heel-had saved us all.

Next to me, Annabeth's knees buckled and I caught her. She had passed out. Fighting Kronos must have done more damage than I thought.

"She needs help!" I yelled.

"I got this." Apollo stepped forward. His fiery armor was so bright it was hard to look at, and his matching Ray-Bans and perfect smile made him look like a male model for battle gear. "God of medicine, at your service."

He passed his hand over Annabeth's and spoke an incantation. Immediately the bruises faded. Her cuts and scars disappeared. She sighed in her sleep.

Apollo grinned. "She'll be fine in a few minutes. Just enough time for me to compose a poem about our victory: 'Apollo and his friends save Olympus.' Good, eh?"

"Thanks, Apollo," I said. "I'll, um, let you handle the prophecy."

Next few hours were a blur. I remembered my promise to my mother. Zeus didn't even blink an eye when I told him my strange request. He snapped his finger and informed me that a bright blue flag fifty feet wide was now flying from the top of the Empire State Building. The mortals would just have to wonder what it meant,m but my mom would know: I had survived. Olympus was saved.

The gods set about repairing their throne room, which went surprisingly fast with twelve superpowerful beings at work. Grover and I cared for the wounded. Amazing Kronos did indeed ignore them. I guess he was deadset on destroying Olympus, or Luke had enough influence to make Kronos spare the demigods once he got here.

We greeted our friends who had survived. Turns out the sky bridge dissolved while Kronos was up here, but we couldn't tell if he did it himself after arriving or it dissolved on its own as he went on his path of destruction. Either way, it made me glad I decided to fly up here with Grover and Annabeth.

Thalia was the first to show up. "Ethan Nakamura survived, but he escaped after the barrier dissolved," Thalia said.

"I'm sure it's not the last time we will hear from him," I said.

Connor and Travis Stoll was next, showing up with only minor injuries. They promised me they hadn't looted the city much. They dol me my parents were fine , though they weren't allowed into Mount Olympus. Mrs. O'Leary had dug Chiron outy of the rubble and rushed him off to camp. The Stolls looked kind of worried about the old centaur but aleast he was alive.

Katie gardner reported that she'd seen Rachel Elizabeth Dare run out of the Empire State Building at the end of the battle. Rachel had looked unharmed, but nobody knew where she'd gone.

Beckendorf and Silena were next and Beckendorf told me what had happened to the dragon. Apparently a hyperborean blew one of their frosty breath. Normally the dragon was naturally heated from cold, but the sudden freeze had still short circuited the dragon's main frame.

Meanwhile Silena was greeted as a hero by the wounded. No one said anything about her being a spy, nor did it matter. Hopefully as far as we are concern, the spy was dead.

Nico and Bianca di Angelo came into Olympus to a hero's welcome, their father right behind them, despite the fact that Hades was only supposed to visit Olympus on winter solstice. The god of the dead looked stunned when his relatives clapped him on the back. I doubt he'd ever gotten such an enthusiastic welcome before.

Clarisse marched in, still shivering from her time in the ice block, and Ares bellowed, "There's my girl!"

The god of war ruffled her hair and pounded her on the back, calling her the best warrior he'd ever seen. "That drakon-slaying? THAT'S what I'm talking about!"

She looked pretty overwhelmed. All she could do was nod and blink, like she was afraid he'd start hitting her, but eventually she began to smile.

Hera and Hephaestus passed me and while Hephaestus was a little grumpy about my climbing on his throne, he thought I'd done "a pretty bang-up job, mostly." He didn't hesitate sending the dragon back to camp Half-Blood when Beckendorf asked.

Hera sniffed in disdain. "I suppose I won't destroy you and that little girl now."

"Annabeth saved Olympus," I told her. "She convinced Luke to stop Kronos."

"Hmm," Hera whirled away in a huff, but I figured our lives would be safe, at least for a little while.

Dionysus' head was still wrapped in a bandage. He looked me up and down and said, "Well, Percy Jackson. I see Pollux and Castor made it through, so I suppose you are completely inept. It's all thanks to my training, I suppose."

"Um, yes, sir," I said.

Mr. D nodded. As thanks for my bravery, Zeus has cut my probation at that miserable camp in half. I now have only fifty years left instead of one hundred."

"Fifty years, huh?" I tried to imagine putting up with Dionysus until I was an old man, assuming I lived that long.

"Don't get so excited, Jackson," he said, and I realized he was saying my name correctly. "I still plan on making your life miserable."

I couldn't help smiling. "Naturally."

"Just so we understand each other." He turned and began repairing his grapevine throne, which had been singed by fire.

Grover stayed at my side. From time to time he would break down in tears. "So many nature spirits dead, Percy. So many."

I put my arm around his shoulders and gave him a rago to blow his nose. "You did a great job, G-man. We will come back from this. We'll plant new trees. We'll clean up the parks. Your friends will be reincarnated into a better world.

He sniffled dejectedly. "I... I suppose. But it was hard enough to rally them before. I'm still an outcast. I could barely get anyone to listen to me about Pan. Now will they ever listen to me again? I led them into slaughter."

"They will listen," I promised. "Because you care about them. You care about the Wild more than anyone. That's why Pan picked you after all."

He tried for a smile. "Thanks, Percy. I hope... I hope you know I'm really proud to be your friend."

I patted his arm. "Luke was right about one thing, G-man. You're the bravest satyr I ever met."

He blushed, but before he could say anything, conch horns blew. The army of Poseidon marched into the throne room.

"Percy!" Tyson yelled he charged toward me with his arms open. Fortunately he'd shrunk back to normal size, so his hug was like getting hit by a tractor, not the entire farm.

"You are not dead!" he said.

"Yeah!" I agreed. "Your shield helped me against Kronos!:

He clapped his hand and laughed happily. "I'm not dead either. Yay! We chained Typhon. It was fun!"

Behind him fifty ot her armored Cyclopes laughed and nodded and gave each other high fives.

"Tyson led us," one rumbled. "He is brave!"

"Bravest of the Cyclopes!" another bellowed.

Tyson blushed. "Was nothing."

"I saw you!" I said. "You were incredible!"

I thought poor Grover would passed out. He's deathly afraid of Cyclopes (besides Tyson after Tyson helped him through the Labyrinth). But he steeled his nerves and said, "Yes. Um... three cheers for Tyson!"

"YAAARRRRR!" the Cyclopes roared.

"Please don't eat me," Grover muttered, but I don't think anyone heard him.

Triton showed up next. I didn't see him in the battle scene, but I guess I wouldn't be surprise he fought by our dad.

The conch horns blasted again. The Cyclopes parted and my father strode into the throne room in his battle armor, his trident glowing in his hands.

"Tyson!" he roared. "Well done, my son. And Percy-" His face turned stern. He wagged his fingers at me, and for a second I was afraid he was going to zap me. "I even forgive you for sitting on my throne. You have saved Olympus!"

He held out his arms and gave me a hug. I realized, a little embarrassed, that I'd never actually hugged my dad before. He was warm-like a regular human-and he smelled of a salty beach and sea air.

When he pulled away, he smiled kindly at me. I felt so good, I'll admit I teared up a little. I guess until that moment I hadn't allowed myself to realized just how terrified I had been the last few days.

"Dad-"

"Shhh," he said. "No hero is above fear, Percy. And you have risen above every hero. Not even Hercules-"

"POSEIDON!" a voice roared.

Zeus had taken his throne. He glared across the room at my dad while all the other gods filed in and took their seats. Even Hades was present, sitting on a simple stone guest chair at the foot of the hearth. Nico sat cross-legged on the ground at his dad's feet. Bianca took her spot next to Thalia as Hunter of Artemis but something tells me Hades no longer mind his daughter's decision.

"Well, Poseidon?" Zeus grumped. "Are you too proud to join us in council, my brother?"

I thought Poseidon was going to get mad, but he just looked at me and winked. "I would be honored, Lord Zeus."

I guess miracles do happen. Poseidon strode over to his fishing seat, and the Olympian Council convened.

While Zeus was talking-some long speech about the bravery of the gods, etc.-Annabeth walked in and stood next to me. She looked good for someone who'd recently passed out.

"Miss much?" she whispered.

"Nobody's planning to kill us, so far," I whispered back.

"First time today."

I cracked up, but Grover nudged me because hera was giving us dirty look.

"As for my brothers," Zeus said, "we are thankful"-he cleared his throat like the words were hard to get out-"erm, thankful for the aid of Hades."

The lord of the dead inclined his head. He had a smug look on his face but I figured he'd earned the right. He patted his son Nico on the shoulders, and winked at Bianca as if to let her know he's proud of her too. Nico looked happier than I'd ever seen him.

"And, of course," Zeus continued, though he looked like his pants were smoldering, "we must... um... thank Poseidon."

"I'm sorry, brother," Poseidon said. "What was that?"

"We must thank Poseidon," Zeus growled. "Without whom... it would've been difficult-"

"Difficult?" Poseidon asked innocently.

'"Impossible," Zeus said. "Impossible to defeat Typhon."

The gods murmured agreement and pounded their weapons in approval.

"Now, Demeter had brought to my attention that Persephone had a new symbol of power forged for ," Zeus said. "One that locks and unlocks the underworld for combat. Considering it was used to save our home, does the council approve his new symbol?"

Hands went up for approval including Poseidon much to my amazement. Although a new symbol of Hades means a shift in the balance of the Big Three, Poseidon voted for it.

"Very well," Zeus said. "The Sword of Hades shall be one of the symbols of yours."

"Thank you," Hades said.

"Which leaves us," Zeus said, "only the matter of thanking our young demigod heroes, who defended Olympus so well-even if there are a few dents in my throne."

He called Thalia forward first, since she was hid daughter, and promised her help in filling the Hunters' ranks.

Artemis smiled. "You have done well, my lieutenant. YOu have made me proud, and all those Hunters who perished in my service will never be forgotten. They will achieve Elysium, I am sure."

She glared pointedly at Hades. "I'll streamline their application process as soon as possible," Hades said. "But only as my reward to my daughter."

Artemis nodded in approval. "Which brings to my gift. Bianca di Angelo!"

Bianca stepped up.

"You have done well, Bianca. You have not only fought in my service, but summon fallen hunters to help once more. For that, if Thalia agrees, you shall be her second-in-command, and if ever a time comes when she can't lead or worse, hopefully you have my blessing to take command in my absence."

"I approve," Thalia said.

"Thank you my lady. Thank you Thalia," Bianca said.

Both she and Thalia bowed to the gods, even Hades and walked over to stand by Artemis side.

"Tyson, son of Poseidon!" Zeus called. Tyson looked nervous, but he went to stand in the middle of the Council, and Zeus grunted.

"Doesn't miss many meals, does he?" Zeus muttered. "Tyson, for your bravery in war, and leading the Cyclopes, you are appointed a general in the armies of Olympus. You shall henceforth lead your brethren into war whenever required by the gods. And you shall have a new... um... what kind of weapon would you like? A sword? An axe?"

"Stick!" Tyson said, showing his broken club.

"Very well," Zeus said. "We will grant you a new, er, stick. The best stick that may be found."

"Hooray!" Tyson cried, and all the Cyclopes cheered and pounded him on the back as he rejoined them.

"Grover Underwood of the satyrs!" Dionysus called.

Grover came forward nervously.

"Oh, stop chewing your shirt," Dionysus chided. "Honestly, I'm not going to blast you. For your bravery and sacrifice, blah, blah, blah, and since we have an unfortunate vacancy, the gods have seen fit to name you a member of the Council of Cloven Elders."

Grover collapsed on the spot.

"Oh, wonderful," Dionysus sighed, as several naiads came forward to help Grover. "Well, when he wakes up, someone tell him that he will no longer be an outcast, and that all satyrs, naiads, and other spirits of nature will henceforth treat him as a lord of the Wild, with all rights, privileges, and honors, blah, blah, blah. Now please drag him off before he wakes up and starts groveling."

"FOOOOOD!" Grover moaned, as the nature spirits carried him away.

I figured he'd be okay. He would wake up as a lord of the Wild with a bunch of beautiful naiads taking care of him. Life could be worse.

Athena called, "Annabeth Chase, my own daughter."

Annabeth squeezed my arm, then walked forward and knet at her mother's feet.

Athena smiled. "You, my daughter, have exceeded all expectations. You have used your wits, your strength, and your courage to defend this city, and our seat of power. It has come to our attention that Olympus is... well, trashed. The Titan lord did much damage that will have to be repaired. We could rebuilt it by magic, of course, and make it just as it was. But the gods feel that the city could be improved. We will take this as an opportunity. And you, my daughter, will design these improvements."

Annabeth looked up, stunned. "My... my lady?"

Athena smiled wryly. "You are an architect, are you not? You have studied techniques of Daedalus himself-even inherit the last of his notes and designs. Who better to redesign Olympus and make it a monument that will last for another eon?"

"You mean... I can design whatever I want?"

"As your heart desires," the goddess said. "Make us a city for the ages."

"As long as you have plenty of statues of me," Apollo added.

"And me," Aphrodite agreed.

"Hey, and me!" Ares said. "Big statues with huge wicked swords and-"

"All right!" Athena interrupted. "She gets the point. Rise, my daughter, official architect of Olympus."

Annabeth rose in a trance and walked back toward me.

"Way to go," I told her, grinning.

For once she was at a loss for words. "I'll... I'll have to start planning... Drafting paper, and, um, pencils-"

"PERCY JACKSON!" Poseidon announced. My name echoed around the chamber.

All`talking died down. The room was silent except for the crackle of the hearth fire. Everyone's eyes were on me-all the gods, the demigods, the Cyclopes, the spirits. I walked into the middle of the throne room. Hestia smiled at me reassuringly. She was in the form of a girl now, and she seemed happy and content to be sitting by her fire again. Her smile gave me courage to keep walking.

First I bowed to Zeus. Then I knelt at my father's feet.

"Rise, my son," Poseidon said.

I stood unsteadily.

"A great hero must be rewarded," Poseidon said. "Is there anyone here who would deny that my son is deserving?"

I waited for someone to pipe up. The gods never agreed on anything, and many of them still didn't like me, but not a single protest.

"The Council agrees," Zeus said. "Percy Jackson, you will have one gift from the gods."

I hesitated. "Any gift?"

Zeus nodded grimly. "I know what you will ask. THe greatest gift of all. Yes, if you want it, it shall be yours. The gods have bestowed this gift on a mortal hero in many centuries, but Perseus James Jackson-if you wish it-you shall be made a god. Immortal. Undying. You shall serve as your father's lieutenant for all time."

I stared at him, stunned. "Um... a god?"

Zeus rolled his eyes. "A dimwitted god, apparently. But yes. With the consensus of the entire Council, I can make you immortal. Then I will have to put up with you forever."

"Hmm," Ares mused. "That means I can smash him to a pulp as often as I want, and he'll just keep coming back for more. I like this idea."

"I approve as well," Athena said, though she was looking at Annabeth.

I glanced back. Annabeth was trying not to meet my eyes. Her face was pale. I flashed back to two years ago, when I'd thought she was going to take the pledge to Artemis and become a Hunter. I'd been on the edge of panic attack, thinking that I'd lose her. She had looked pretty much the same way I did now.

I thought about the Three Fates, and the way I'd seen my life flash by. I could avoid all that. No aging, no death, no body in the grave. I could be a teenager forever, it top condition, powerful, and immortal, serving my father. I could have the power of eternal use and not have to worry about the risk of the Achilles Curse.

Who could refuse that?

THen I looked at Annabeth again. I thought about my friends from camp who were now dead. I thought about my conversation with my dad about allowing Cyclopes to Camp Half-Blood once deemed ready to be properly trained in the forges and combat like Tyson was. I thought about my promise to Luke, the guy I hated ever since he first tried to kill me with that pit scorpion and yet gave him the power to stop Kronos. I even announced to the gods that Luke died a hero. I

And I knew what to do.

"No," I said.

The Council was silent. The gods frowned at each other like they must have misheard.

"No?" Zeus said. "You are... turning down our generous gift?"

There was a dangerous edge to his voice, like a thunderstorm about to erupt.

"I still will take a reward, I just don't want immortality," I corrected myself. "Don't get me wrong. It's just. I've got a life left to live. I'd hate to peak in my sophomore year."

The gods were glaring at me, but Annabeth had her hands over her mouth. Her eyes were s hining. And that kind of made up for it."

"Then what kind of reward do you ask?" Zeus asked.

"I need you make a few promises on the River Styx," I said.

"What?" Dionysus cried. "You don't trust us?"

"Hades once told me you should alway s get a solemn oath," I said.

Hades shrugged. "Guilty.

"Very well!" Zeus growned. "In the name of the Council, we swear by the River Styx to grant your reasonable request as long as it is within our power."

The other gods muttered assent. Thunder boomed, shaking the throne room. The deal was made.

"From now on, I want you to properly recognize the children of the gods," I said. "All the children-both half-bloods and cyclopes-of all gods."

The Olympians shifted uncomfortably and I heard a gasped from my friends.

"Percy," my father said, "what exactly do you mean?"

I looked at my father and I know he knew what I meant about Cyclopes from our earlier conversation, but the half-blood thing was unexpected as we didn't discuss that.

"First about the half-bloods. Kronos couldn't have risen if it hadn't been for a lot of demigods who felt abandoned by their parents." I said. "They felt angry, resentful, and unloved, and they had a good reason."

Zeus' nostrils flared. "You dare accuse-"

"I mean no offense to those of you who do claim your kids, I just mean no more undetermined children," I said. "I want you to promise to claim your children by the time they start attracting monsters-around thirteen. The y won'r be left out in the world on the ir own at the mercy of mons terse. I want t hem claimed and bro u ght to camp so they can be trains rig ht and survive. And the minor gods-those that turned to Kronos and t hose that remained loyal: Nemesis, Hecate, Morpheus, Janus, Hebe, Iris, they all deserve a general amnesty and a place at Camp Half-Blood. Their children shouldn't be ignored. Calypso and the o ther peaceful Titan-kind that haven't done anything against Olympus after their mistakes from the first Titan war should be pardoned too. And Hades-"

"Are y ou calling me a minor god?" Hades bellowed.

"No, my lord," I said quickly. "But your children should not be left out. they should have a cabin at camp. Time of exiling children of the underworld is no more. We need to start accepting them as equals. No unclaimed demigods will be crammed into Hermes cabin any more, wondering who their parents are. They'll have their own cabins, for all the gods."

"As for the Cyclopes, I want them welcome to camp after ten years on the street. We can help them from there to learn how to forge and fight like we did for Tyson. I been having a feeling a lot of them had gone rogue for the same reason so many demigods had turned to Kronos, their time in the streets have left them bitter and angry with the gods and they're taking it out on your children. We should welcome them like we had with the Elder Cyclopes before them but only after they know to rely on what they build and not just what is given to them. If they can't before they start killing demigods, then they are considered rogue."

I couldn't help but look back at Tyson whose big brown eye was teary eye. I looked at Hephestus-who had the same permanent scowl but the twinkle in his eyes told me he agreed with me about how to treat Cyclopes.

"And no more pact of the Big Three. That didn't work anyway. You've got to stop trying to get rid of powerful demigods. We're going to train and accept them instead. All children of the gods-both demigods and Cyclopes, will be welcome and treated with respect. That is my wish."

Zeus snorted. "Is that all?"

"Percy," Poseidon said, "you ask much. You presume much."

"I hold you to your oath," I said. "All of you."

I got a lot of steely looks. Strangely, it was Athena who spoke up: "The boy is correct. We been unwise to ignore our children. It proved a strategic weakness in war and almost caused our destruction. I have my doubts about you, but perhaps"-she glanced at Annabeth, and then spoke as if the words had a sour taste-"perhaps I was mistaken."

"I approve the boy's suggestions for cyclopes," Hephestus said. "I'm not one for relying on others but what I can build myself, but I'll admit I've grown tired watching cyclopes with potential going to waste with them going rogue. If Tyson can rise through the ranks with the help of demigods, then perhaps we should give other cyclopes the opportunity to do the same."

"Then I move that we accept the boy's plan," Athena said.

"Humph," Zeus said. "Being told by a mere child."

"All in favor," Hermes said.

All the gods raised their hands.

"Um, thanks," I said.

I turned, but before I could leave, Poseidon called, "Honor guard."

Immediately the Cyclopes came forward and made two lines from the thrones to the door-an aisle for me to walk through. They came to attention.

"All hail Perseus James Jackson," Tyson said. "Hero of Olympus... and my big brother."

A/N: For all of my readers that celebrate Easter, Happy Easter!