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

My Birthday Ended Better Than It Started

Nobody steals my pegasus. Not even Rachel. I wasn't sure if I was more angry or amazed or worried.

"What was she thinking?" Annabeth said. Unfortunately, I had a pretty good idea, and it filled me with dread. "Peleus will eat her."

I hadn't considered that. The Mist wouldn't fool Rachel like it would most people. She'd be able to find the camp no problem, but I'd been hoping the magical boundaries would just keep her out like a force field. It hadn't occurred to me that Peleus might attack.

"We have to hurry," I said.

The traffic was horrible. Everybody was out on the streets gawking at the war zone damage. Police sirens wailed on every block. There was no possibility of catching a cab and the pegasi had flown away. The Party Ponies even disappeared along with most of the root beer in Midtown. So we pushed through the mob of dazed mortals to find the nearest alley way.

Once we found one, I glanced at Nico. "I don't suppose you could conjure up some skeleton horses."

He wheezed from the run. "So tired... couldn't summon a dog bone."

I sighed and dropped down on all four and morphed into my pegasus form. Normally I don't like the idea of flying from Manhattan to Camp as long distant flying normally is tiring for me even before I took on the Achilles Curse and it doesn't help I don't have the speed boost power of an actual pegasus. Not to mention the fact that just hours ago I fought for my life and others against Kronos so I don't know if I would even make the trip. But this was an emergency so naturally I prayed to my dad for the extra strength for the trip.

Nico and Annabeth climbed onto my back and I trotted off into flight.

It seemed like forever until we saw the familiar hills surrounding Camp Half-Blood and soon the valley way. Even from above, the camp looked peaceful: no burning buildings, no wounded fighters. Cabins were bright in the sunshine, and the fields glittered with dew. But the place was mostly empty.

But at the Big House, something was definitely wrong. Green light was shooting out all the windows, just like I'd seen in my dream about May Castellan. Mist-the magical kind-swirled around the yard.

I landed into a trott next to where Chiron lay on a horse size stretcher by the volleyball pit, a bunch of satyrs standing around him. Blackjack cantered nervously as Nico and Annabeth slid off so I can morph back to human form. I rubbed my shoulder blades where my wings sprout in my pegasus form as they were sore.

Don't blame me, boss! Blackjack pleaded when he saw me. The weird girl made me do it!

Rachel Elizabeth Dare stood at the bottom of the porch steps. Her arms were raised like she was waiting for someone inside the house to throw her a ball.

"What's she doing?" Annabeth demanded. "How did she get past the barriers?"

"She flew," one of the satyrs said, looking accusingly at Blackjack. "Right past the dragon, right through the magic boundaries."

"Rachel!" I called, but the satyrs stopped me when I tried to go any closer.

"Percy, don't," Chiron warned. He winced as he tried to move. His left arm was in a sling, his two back legs were in splints, and his head was wrapped in bandages. "You can't interrupt."

"I thought you explained things to her!"

"I did. And I invited her here."

I stared at him in disbelief. "You said you'd never let anyone try again! You said-"

"I know what I said, Percy. But I was wrong. Rachel had a vision about the curse of Hades. She believes it was dissolved when the Great Prophecy is completed, when the di Angelo kids are no longer outcast."

I remember Hades mentioning something about until the Great Prophecy comes to past and his children was no longer outcast-both of which had happened.

The Mist swirled around Rachel. She shivered like she was going into shock.

"Hey!" I shouted. "Stop!"

I ran toward her, ignoring the satyrs. I got within ten feet and hit something like an invisible beach ball. I bounced back and landed in the grass.

Rachel opened her eyes and turned. She looked like she was sleepwalking-like she could see me, but only in a dream.

"It's all right," Her voice sounded far away. "This is why I've come. This is where I belong, Percy. I finally understand why."

It sounded too much like what May Castellan had said. I had to stop her, but I couldn't even get to my feet.

The house rumbled. The door flew open and green light poured out. I recognize the warmth musty smell of snakes.

Mist curled into a hundred smoky serpents, slithering up the porch columns, curling around the house. Then the Oracle appeared in the doorway.

The withered mummy shuffled forward in her rainbow dress. She looked even worse than usual, which is saying a lot. Her hair was falling out in clumps. Her leathery skin was cracking like the seat of a worn-out bus. Her glassy eyes stared blankly into space, but I got the creepiest feeling she was being drawn straight toward Rachel

Rachel held out her arms. She didn't looked scared.

"You've waited too long," Rachel said. "But the Curse of Hades is dissolved and I am here now."

The sun blazed more brightly. A man appeared above the porch, floating in air-a blond dude in a white toga, with sunglasses and a cocky smile.

"Apollo," I said.

He winked at me but held up his finger to his lips. I didn't remember seeing him in the vision of when May tried to take on the spirit of Delphi. But since he is the god of oracles, I hope this is a good sign for Rachel's sake.

"Rachel Elizabeth Dare," he said. "You have the gift of prophecy. But it is also a curse. Are you sure you want this?"

Rachel nodded. "It's my destiny."

"Do you accept the risks?"

"I do."

"Then proceed," the god said.

Rachel closed her eyes. "I accept this role. I pledge myself to Apollo, God of Oracles. I open my eyes to the future and embrace the past. I accept the spirit of Delphi, the Voice of the Gods, Speaker of Riddles, Seer of Fate."

I don't know where she was getting the words, but they flowed out of her as the Mist thickened. A green column of smoke, like a python, uncoiled from the mummy's mouth and slithered down the stairs, curling affectionately around Rachel's feet. The Oracle's mummy crumbled, falling away until it was nothing but a pile of dust in an old tie-dyed dress. Mist enveloped Rachel in a column.

For a moment I couldn't see her at all. Then the smoke cleared.

Rachel collapsed and curled into fetal position. Annabeth, Nico, and I rushed forward, but Apollo said, "Stop! This is the most delicate part. Either the spirit takes hold or it doesn't."

"And if it doesn't?" Annabeth asked.

"Five syllables,"Apollo said, counting them on his fingers. "That would be real bad."

I couldn't help it. My fatal flaw of personal loyalty kicked in. I ran forward and knelt over Rachel. The smell of the attic was gone. The Mist sank into the ground and the green light faded. But Rachel was still pale. She was barely breathing.

Then her eyes fluttered open. She focused on me with difficulty. "Percy."

"Are you okay?"

She tried to sit up. "Ow." She pressed her hands to her temples.

"Rachel," Nico said, "your life aura almost faded completely. I could see you dying."

"I'm all right," she murmured. "Please, help me up. The visions-they're a little disorienting."

Apollo drifted down from the porch. "Ladies and gentleman, may I introduce the new Oracle of Delphi."

"You're kidding," Annabeth said.

Rachel managed a weak smile. "It's a little surprising to me too, but this is my fate. I saw it when I was in New York. I know why I was born with true sight. I was meant to become the Oracle."

I blinked. "You mean you can tell the future now?"

"Not all the time," she said. "But there are visions, images, words in my mind. When someone asks me a question, I... Oh no-"

"It's starting," Apollo announced.

Rachel doubled over like someone had punched her. Then she stood up straight and her eyes glowed serpent green.

When she spoke, her voice sounded tripled==like three Rachels were talking at once.

"Seven half-bloods shall answer the call.

To storm or fire, the world must fall.

An oath to keep with a final breath ,

And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death."

At the last word, Rachel collapsed. Nico and I caught her and helped her to the porch. Her skin was feverish.

"I'm all right," she said, her voice returning to normal.

"What was that?" I asked.

She shook her head, confused. "What was what?"

"I believe," Apollo said, "that we just heard the next Great Prophecy."

"What does it mean?" I demanded.

Rachel frowned. "I don't even remember what I said."

"No," Apollo mused. "The spirit will only speak through you occasionally. The rest of the time, our Rachel will be much as she's alway s been. There's no point in grilling her, even if she has just she issued the next big prediction for the future of the world."

"What?" I said. "But-"

"Percy," Apollo said, "I wouldn't worry too much. The last Great Prophecy about you took almost seventy years to complete. This one may not even happen in your lifetime."

I thought about the lines Rachel had spoken in that creepy voice: about storm and fire and the Doors of Death. "Maybe,": I said, "but it didn't sound so good."

"No," said Apollo cheerfully. "It certainly didn't. She's going to make a wonderful oracle!"

It was hard to drop the subject, but Apollo insisted that Rachel needed to rest, and she did look pretty disoriented.

"I'm sorry, Percy," she said. "Back on Olympus, I didn't explain everything to you, but the calling frightened me. I didn't think you would understand."

"I still don't," I admitted. "But I guess I'm happy for you."

Rachel smiled. "Happy probably isn't the right word. Seeing the future isn't going to be easy, but it's my destiny. I only hope my family..."

She didn 't finish her thought.

"Well, I guess going to Clarion Academy might help keeping your secret from your dad," I said. "Since you'll be in a different state as him, it should be easier."

Rachel smiled. "That's true. I guess that is a plus for me to look forward too in keeping my promise to him."

"But right now you need sleep," Apollo scolded. "Chiron, I don't think the attic is the proper place for our new Oracle, do you?"

"No indeed." Chiron looked a lot better now that Apollo had worked som e medical magic on him. "We still have the old cave the last oracle stayed in before the incident. We can clean it up for Rachel if she will take it."

"Ah yes, the cave in the hills," Apollo mused. "Yeah, that will work nicely after some renovations."

"There's a cave in the hills?" I asked.

Chiron cleared his throat. "We had sealed it off after Hades cursed the last oracle to preserve it incase we were able to get another one. We didn't want any campers to try and stir up the spirit of Delphi by raiding the cave after all."

Rachel kissed me on the cheek. "Good-bye, Percy," she whispered . "And I don't have to see the future to tell you what to do now, do I?"

Her eyes seemed more piercing than before.

I blushed. "No."

"Good," she said. Then she turned and followed Apollo into the Big House, where I guess she be staying until the renovations are done.

The rest of the day was as strange as the beginning. Campers trickled in from New York by car, pegasus, and chariot. The wounded were cared for. The dead were given proper funeral rites at the campfire, including those we never found the bodies of like Michael Yew.

No one that knew Silena was a spy never treated her like a traitor, and even if some try to say something found themselves being threatened at spear point by Clarisse. If Beckendorf knew, he never let it showed as he stayed by Silena's side. Silena announced that once camp session was over she was going to NYU with Beckendorf.

Dinner at the pavilion was low-key. The only highlight was Juniper the tree nymph who screamed, "Grover!" and gave her boyfriend a flying tackle hug, making everyone cheer. They went down to the beach to take a moonlit walk, and I was happy for them.

Mrs. O'Leary romped around happily eating everybody's table scraps. Nico sat at the main table with Chiron and Mr. D, and nobody seemed to think this was out of place. Everybody was patting Nico on the back, complimenting him on his fighting. Even the Ares kids seemed to think he was pretty cool. It was clear more now than ever time of children of Hades being outcasted was over.

Slowly, the dinner crowd trickled away. Some went to the campfire for a sing-along. Others went to bed. I sat at Poseidon's table by myself and watched the moonlight on Long Island Sound. I could see Grover and Juniper at the beach, holding hands and talking. It was peaceful.

"Hwt." Annabeth slid next to me on the bench. "Happy birthday."

She was holding a huge misshapen cupcake with blue icing.

I stared at her. "What?"

"It's August 18th," she said. "Your birthday, right?"

I was stunned. It hadn't even occur to me, but she was right. I had turned sixteen this morning-the same morning I'd made my choice to give Luke the knife. The prophecy had come true right on schedule, and I hadn't even thought about the fact it was my birthday.

"Make a wish," she said.

"Did you bake this yourself?" I asked.

"Tyson helped."

"That explains why it looks like a chocolate brick," I said. "With extra blue cement."

Annabeth laughed.

I thought for a second, then blew out the candle.

We cut it in half and shared, eating with our fingers. Annabeth sat next to me and we watched the ocean. Crickets and monsters were making noise in the woods, but otherwise it was quiet.

"You saved the world," she said.

"We saved the world."

"And Rachel is the new Oracle, which means she won't be dating anybody."

"You don't sound disappointed," I noticed.

Annabeth shrugged. "Oh, I don't care."

"Uh-huh."

She raised an eyebrow. "You got something to say to me, Seaweed Brain?"

"Nothing. Just that-" I brushed the cake off my hands. "When I was at the River Styx, turning invulnerable... Achilles told me I had to concentrate on one thing that kept me anchored to the world, that made me want to stay mortal."

Annabeth kept her eyes on the horizon. "Yeah?"

"Then up on Olympus," I said, "when they wanted to make me a god and stuff, I would be lying if was I wasn't tempted to say yes, butI didn't because I thought-I didn't want things to stay the same for eternity, because things could always get better. And I was thinking..." My throat felt really dry.

"Anyone in particular?" Annabeth asked, her voice soft.

I looked over and saw that she was trying not to smile.

"You're laughing at me," I complaint.

"I am not!"

"You are so not making this easy."

Then she laughed for real, and she put her hands around my neck. "I am never, ever going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it."

When she kissed me, I had the feeling my brain was melting right through my body.

I could've stayed that way forever, except a voice behind us growled, "Well, it's about time!"

Suddenly the pavilion was filled with torchlight and campers. Clarisse led the way as the eavesdroppers charged and hoisted us onto their shoulders.

"Oh, come on!" I complained. "Is there no privacy?"

"The lovebirds need to cool off," Clarisse said with glee.

"The canoe lake!" Connor Stoll jeered.

With a huge cheer, they carried us down the hill, but they kept us close enough to hold hands. Annabeth was laughing, and I couldn't help laughing too, even though my face was completely red.

We held hands right up to the moment they dumped us in the water.

Afterward, I had the last laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey-when you're the son of Poseidon, you don't have to hurry.

And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.