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

We Say Good-Bye for Now

Camp went late that summer. It lasted two more weeks, right up to the start of a new school year, and I have to admit they were the best two weeks of my life, and I'm not saying this because Annabeth would kill me if I say otherwise. There was a lot of other great stuff going on too.

Grover had taken over the satyr seekers and was sending them out across the world to find unclaimed half-bloods. So far, the gods had kept their promise. New demigods were popping up all over the place-not just in America, but in a lot of other countries as well.

"We can hardly keep up," Grover admitted one afternoon as we were taking a break at the canoe lake. "We're going to need a bigger travel budget, and I could use a hundred more satyrs."

"Yeah, but the satyrs you have are working super hard," I said. "I think they're scared of you."

Grover blushed. "That's silly. I'm not scary."

"You're a lord of the Wild, dude. The chosen one of Pan. A member of the Council of-"

"Stop it!" Grover protested. "You're as bad as Juniper. I think she want me to run for president next."

"Are you still able to seek out those I asked?" I asked Grover.

"Yeah. Those demigods are where Hermes said we can find them," Grover said.

"Good. I'm sure Hermes appreciate you helping me keep my promise to him," I said.

He chewed on a tin can as we stared across the pond at the line of new cabins under construction. The U-Shape would soon be a complete rectangle, and demigods had really taken to the new task with gusto.

Nico had some undead builders working on the Hades cabin. Even though he was still the only kid in it (Bianca most likely will stay at Artemis Cabin whenever the Hunters visit)., it was going to look pretty cool: solid obsidian walls with a skull over the door and torches t hat burn with green fire twenty-four hours a day. Next that were the cabins of Iris, Nemesis, Hecate, along with Hebe goddess of youth, Tyche goddess of luck, Hypnos god of sleep, and Nike goddess of victory. They kept adding new ones to the blue prints everyday. It was going so well, Annabeth and Chiron were talking about adding an entirely new wing of cabins just so they could have enough room.

For some reason Morpheus and Janus denied wanting cabins but I decided not to question it. Gods do their own thing, whether they're Olympians or minor. We'll just have to find other ways to honor them.

Speaking of honoring the gods, I had Beckendorf add a little something to the Hearths: a bronze plaque that reads in Ancient Greek and English: Hearth of Hestia. It wasn't anything big and elegant, but to those of us who remember Hestia knows its significance.

Meanwhile, the Hermes cabin was a lot less crowded now, because most of the unclaimed kids received signs from their godly parents. It happened almost every night, and every night more demigods straggled over the property line with satyr guides, usually with some nasty monsters pursuing them, but almost all of them made it through.

And it's not just demigods. Young eiger cyclopes been popping up in camp with granted permission from the gods to start their training here. They heard of the story of Tyson and wanted to be taught like he was. My most surprise was most of them turned out to be children of Poseidon and I found myself bunking with siblings I never knew I had. I guess my dad been taking advantage of the nature spirit loophole he Zeus and Hades had in their oath to have no more half-blood children.

"It's going to be a lot different next summer, that's for sure," I said. "Chiron expecting we'll have triple as many campers."

"Yeah," Grover agreed, "but it'lll be the same old place."

He sighed contently.

I watch as Tyson led a group of our cyclopes brothers build. They were hoisting huge stones in place for the Hecate cabin, and I knew it was a delicate job. Each stone was engraved with magical writing, and if they dropped one, it would either explode or turn everyone within a half mile into a tree. I figured nobody but Grover would like that.

"I'll be traveling a lot," Grover warned. "Between protecting nature and finding half-bloods. I may not see you as much."

"Won't change anything," I said. "You're still my best friend."

He grinned. "Except for Annabeth."

"That's different."

"Yeah," he agreed. "It sure is."

In the late afternoon, Annabeth was still working on the construction of the new cabins, so I was taking one last walk along the beach when a familiar voice said, "Good day for fishing."

My dad, Poseidon, was standing knee-deep in the surf,wearing his typical Bermuda shorts, beat-up cap, and a real subtle pink and green Tommy Bahama shirt. He had a deep-sea fishing rod in his hands, and when he cast it the line went way out-like halfway across Long Island Sound.

"Hey, Dad," I said. "What brings you here?"

He winked. "Never really got to talk in private on Olympus. I wanted to thank you."

"Thank me? You came to the rescue."

'Yes, and I got my palace destroyed in the process, but you know palaces can be rebuilt. I was actually hoping you can convince your girlfriend to send some of her design ideas down to the Cyclopes forges with Tyson whenever he decided to come home. It might do my kingdom good to try something new for once. Just don't tell Athena I asked her daughter."

"I'll see what Annabeth can put together," I said not surprise Poseidon knew about me and Annabeth. Gods have their ways of finding things out.

The sound began to boil. At the end of my dad's line, a huge green sea serpent erupted from the water. It thrashed and fought but Poseidon just sighed. Holding his fishing pole with one hand, he whipped out his knife and cut the line. The monster sank below the surface.

"Not eating size," he complaint. "I have to release the little ones or the game wardens will be all over me. You're doing well with those new cabins, by the way. I hope you're getting along with your new siblings though."

"Yeah... you could have warned me that I would have a bunch of new cabinmates," I said.

Poseidon laughed. "I didn't think the gods would go through your idea in one meeting. I thought it take a few council meetings before they push it through."

"I can't argue there," i agreed.

"Just think of them as my birthday present to you." Poseidon said. "I'll see you soon, Percy. And remember, know which fish are big enough to land, eh?"

With that he dissolved in the sea breeze, leaving a fishing pole lying in the sand.

That evening was the last night of camp-the bead ceremony. The Hephaestus cabin had designed the bead this year. It showed the Empire State Building and an etched in tiny Greek letters, spiraling around the image, wer ethe names of all the heroes who had died defending Olympus. There were too many names, but I was proud to wear the bead. I put it on my camp necklace-four beads now. I felt like an old-timer. I thought about the first campfire I attended, back when I was twelve, and how I'd felt so at home. That at least hadn't changed.

"Never forget this summer!" CHiron told us. He had healed remarkably well, but he still trotted in front of the fire with a slight limp. "We have discovered bravery and friendship and courage this summer. We have upheld the honor of the camp."

He smiled at me, and everybody cheered. As I looked down at the fire, I saw a little girl in abround dress tending the flames. She winked at me with red glowing eyes. No one else seemed to notice her, but I realized maybe she preferred it that way. Still she pointed at the plaque at the hearth and smiled as though to say thank you as though she appreciate it.

"And now," Chiron said, "early to bed! Remember, you must vacate your cabins by noon tomorrow unless you've made arrangements to stay the year with us. The cleaning harpies will eat any stragglers, and I'd hate to end the summer on a sour note!"

The next morning, Annabeth and I stood at the top of Half-Blood Hill. We watched the buses and vans pull away, taking most of the campers back to the real world. A few old-timers would be staying behind, and a few of the newcomers, but I was heading back to Goode High School for my sophomore year-the first time in my life I'd ever done two years at the same school.

"Good-bye," Rachel said to us as she shouldered her bag. SHe looked pretty nervous, but she was keeping a promise to her father and attending Clarion Academy. It would be next summer before we got our oracle back, which Chiron reassured us is normal since Oracles are expected to have normal lives outside helping demigods these days.

"You'll do great,"Annabeth hugged her. Funny, she seemed to get along fine with Rachel these days.

Rachel bit her lip. "I hope you're right. I'm still worried about the idea of spouting prophecies in a middle of class. Gods, that would be embarrassing."

Annabeth laughed, and to my relief, it made Rachel smile.

"Well," she said, "you two be good to each other." Go figure, but she looked at me like I was some kind of troublemaker. Before I could protest, Rachel wished us well and ran down the hill to catch her ride.

Annabeth, thank goodness, would be staying in New York. SHe gotten permission from her parents to attend a boarding school in the city so she could be close to Olympus and oversee the rebuilding efforts.

"And close to me?" I asked.

"Well, someone's got a big sense of his own importance." But she laced her fingers through mine. I remembered what she told me in New York, about building something permanent, and I thought-just maybe-we were off to a good start.

The guard dragon Peleus curled contentedly around the pine tree underneath the Golden Fleece and began to snore, blowing steam with every breath.

"You've been thinking about Rachel's prophecy?" I asked Annabeth.

She frowned. "How did you know?"

"Because I know you."

She bumped me with her shoulder. "Okay, so I have. Seven half-bloods shall answer the call. I wonder who they'll be. We're going to have so many new faces next summer."

"Yep," I agreed. "And all that stuff about the world falling in storm or fire."

She pursed her lips. "And foes at the Doors of Death. I don't know, Percy, but I don't like it. I thought... well, maybe we get some peace for a change.

"Wouldn't be Camp Half-Blood if it was peaceful," I said. "Besides, like Apollo said, it might not happen until after our lifetime."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Annabeth still seemed uneasy. I didn't blame her but it was hard to feel upset on a nice day, with her next to me, knowing that I wasn't really saying good-bye. We had lots of time.

"Race you to the road?"

"You're not going to go animal on me, are you?" Annabeth asked.

"Nah, not today."

"Then you're on." She took off down Half-Blood Hill and I sprinted after her.

For once, I didn't look back.

A/N: Wow, I actually finished this story on Easter.

Anyways, I do plan to do Lost Hero, and I got a special plans for Jason to help spice things up with the Lost Hero, but don't expect immediate changes right away. I'm just going to take advantage of the fact it was revealed in the Last Trials of Apollo book that despite how Hera acted she actually did cared about Jason (she was crying while getting on Zeus' case about his reaction toward Jason's death for peep sakes) and take advantage of it.

But before that I still have to do the short story Staff of Hermes and Singer of Apollo. Oh so fun.