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

Rachel Pegasus-Knapped Blackjack

Annabeth and I were on our way out when I spotted Hermes in a side courtyard of the palace. He was staring at an Iris-message in the mist of the fountain.

I glanced at Annabeth. "I'll meet you at the elevator."

"You sure?" Then she studied my face. "Yeah, you're sure."

Hermes didn't seem to noticed me approach. The Iris-message images were going so fast I could hardly understand them. Mortal newscasts, from all over the country flashed by: scenes of Typhon's destruction, the wreckage our battle had left across Manhattan, the president doing a news conference, the mayor of New York, some army vehicles riding down the Avenue of the Americas.

"Amazing," Hermes murmured. He turned toward me. "Three thousand years, and I will never get over the power of the Mist... and mortal ignorance."

"Thanks, I guess."

"Oh, not you. Although, I suppose I should wonder, turning down immortality."

"It was the right choice."

Hermes looked at me curiously, then returned his attention to the Iris-message. "Look at them. They've already decided Typhon was a freak series of storms. Don't I wish. They haven't figured out how all the statues in Lower Manhattan got removed from their pedestals and hacked to pieces. They keep showing a shot of Susan B. Anthony strangling Frederick Douglass. But I imagine they';ll even come up with a logical explanation for that."

"How bad is the city?"

Hermes shrugged. "Surprisingly, not too bad. The mortals are shaken, of course, But this is New York. I've never seen such a resilient bunch of humans. I imagine they'll be back to normal in a few weeks; and of course I'll be helping."

"You?"

"I'm the messenger of the gods. It's my job to monitor what the mortals are saying, and if necessary help them makes sense of what's happened. I'll reassure them. Trust me, they'll put this down to a freak earthquake or a solar flare. Anything but the truth."

He sound bitter. George and Martha curled around his caduceus, but they were silent, which made me think that Hermes was really really angry. I probably should've kept quiet, but I said, "I owe you an apology."

Hermes gave me a cautious look. "And why is that?"

"I thought you were a bad father," I admitted. "I thought you abandoned Luke because you knew his future and didn't do anything to stop it."

"I did know his future," Hermes said miserably.

"But you knew more than just the bad stuff-that he'd turn evil. You understood what he would do in the end. You knew he'd make the right choice. That's why you send him to retrieve the apple of Hesperides, so the gods know him as a hero before he turn evil so they won't doubt him when he finally makes the sacrifice. But you couldn't tell him, could you?"

Hermes stared at the fountain. "No one can tamper with fate, Perc y, not even a god. If I had warned him what was to come, I would've made things worse. Look at what happened after he failed to retrieve the apple as an example. What should of been a memorable quest caused him to turn his back further from Olympus. Staying silent, staying away from him... that was the hardest thing I've ever done."

"You had to let him find his own path," I said, "and play his part in saving Olympus."

Hermes sighed. "I should not have gotten mad at Annabeth. When Luke visited her in San Francisco... well, I knew she would have a part to play in his fate. I foresaw that much. I thought perhaps she could do what I could not and save him. When she refused to go with him, I could barely contain my rage. I should have known better. I was really angry with myself."

"Annabeth did save him," I said. "Luke died a hero. He sacrifice himself to stop Kronos."

"I appreciate your words, Percy. Hopefully with luck, Kronos spread so thin that he'll never be able to form a consciousness again, much less a body."

"What about the other Titans, the ones I didn't ask amnesty for," I said-referring to those that sided with Kronos in this war.

"In hiding," Hermes said. "Prometheus sent Zeus a message with a bunch of excuses for supporting Kronos. 'I was just trying to minimize the damage,' blah, blah. He'll keep his head low for a few centuries if he's smart. Krios fled, and Mount Othrys has crumbled into ruins. Oceanus slipped back into the deep ocean when it was clear Kronos had lost. Meanwhile, my son Luke is dead. He died believing I didn't care about him. I will never forgive myself."

Hermes slashed his caduceus through the mist. The Iris-picture disappeared.

"A long time ago," I said, "you told me the hardest thing about being a god was not being able to help your children. Y ou also told me that you couldn't give up on your family, no matter how tempting they made it. You were right. Luke loved you. At the end, he realized his fate. I think he realized why you couldn't help him. He remembered what was important."

"But it's too late for him and me."

"You have other children. Honor Luke by recognizing them. All the gods can do that."

Hermes shoulders sagged. "They'll try, Percy. Oh, we'll all try to keep our promise. And maybe for a while things will get better. But we gods have never been good at keeping oaths. You were born because of a broken promise, eh? Eventually we'll become forgetful. We always do."

"And we heroes always ended up paying for your forgetfulness," I said. "That's why changes need to be made."

Hermes laughed. "Good point. You think... Luke actually loved me? After all that happened?"

"I'm sure of it."

Hermes stared at the fountain. "I'll give you a list of my children. "There's a boy in Wisconsin. Two girls in Los Angeles. A few others. Will you see that they get to camp?"

"I promise," I said. "It should be easy since I have a friend in the Council of Cloven Elders."

George and Martha twirled around the caduceus. I know snakes can't smile, but they seemed to be trying.

"Percy Jackson," Hermes said, "you might just teach us a thing or two."

...

Another god was waiting for me on the way out of Olympus. Athena stood in the middle of the road with her arms crossed and a look on her face that made me think Uh-oh. She changed out of her armor, into jeans and a white blouse, but she didn't look any less warlike. Her gray eyes blazed.

"Well, Percy," she said. "You will stay mortal."

"Um, yes, ma'am."

"I know your reasons."

"I want to be a regular guy. I want to grow up. Have a regular high school experience. Most importantly I want to use my reward to help demigods and cyclopes alike." I said. "Start a new era into the fifth age of equality for us."

"And my daughter?"

I knew what she meant so I tried to choose my next words carefully. "I couldn't leave her, nor my other friends," I said.

Athena stepped close to me, and I could feel her aura of power making my skin itch. "I once warned you, Percy Jackson, that to save a friend you would destroy the world. Perhaps I was mistaken. You seemed to mastered your fatal flaw and saved both your friends and the world. But think carefully about how you proceed from here. I had given you the benefit of the doubt. Don't mess up."

Just to prove her point, she erupted in a column of flame, charing the front of my shirt and armor. After seeing how much damage Hestia did to Luke's hands just by heating up Kronos' Scythe despite the Curse of Achilles, I know Athena can do a lot more damage if she wanted to. She was just giving me a taste of it as a warning.

Annabeth was waiting for me at the elevator. "Why do you smell like smoke?"

"Long story," I said. Together we made our way down to the street level. Neither of us said a word. The music was awful-Neil Diamond or something. I was tempted to ask Annabeth if she could convince the gods to do something about the elevator music in her designs but decided not too.

When we got into the lobby, I found my mother and Paul arguing with the bald security guy, who'd returned to his post. I can't help but wonder if he's a minor god or goddling or something.

"I'm telling you," my mom yelled, "we have to go up. My son-" Then she saw me and her eyes widened. "Percy!"

She hugged the breath out of me.

"We saw the blue flag," she said. "But then you didn't come down. You went up hours ago!"

"She was getting a bit anxious," Paul said dryly.

"I'm all right. The gods just wanted to properly reward us," I explained as my mom hugged Annabeth. I told them how Annabeth was made architecture of Olympus and my request to the gods involving demigods and cyclopes. I even added that Tyson was made General of the Cyclopes Army. I didn't add how I turned down immortality, but I figure my mom knew I held something back anyways.

"Mr. Blofis," Annabeth said, "that was wicked sword work."

Paul shrugged. "It seemed like the thing to do. So I take it then the story about the six hundredth floor is true, then?"

"Yeah." I said.

"Paul," my mom chided. "It's not for mortals. Anyway, the important thing is we're safe. All of us."

I was about to relax. Everything felt perfect. Annabeth and I were okay. My mom and Paul had survived. Olympus was saved.

But the life of a demigod is never so easy. Just then Nico ran in from the street, and his face told me something was wrong.

"It's Rachel," he said. "I just ran into her down on 32nd Street."

Annabeth frowned. "What's she done this time?"

"It's where she's gone," Nico said. "I told her she would die if she tried, but she insisted. She just took Blackjack and-"

"She took my pegasus?" I demanded.

Nico nodded. "She's heading to Half-Blood Hill. She said she had to get to camp."

A/N: Once again for any readers that celebrates Easter, Happy Easter!