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
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Last Olympian
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Staff of Hermes
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Singer of Apollo


Jason: I Take On Storm Spirits

The storm churned into a miniature hurricane. Funnel clouds snaked toward the skywalk like the tendrils of a monster jellyfish.

Kids screamed and ran for the building. The wind snatched away their notebooks, jackets, hats, and backpacks. I skidded across the slick floor.

Leo lost his balance and almost toppled over the railing, but I grabbed his jacket and pulled him back.

"Thanks, man!" Leo yelled.

"Go, go, go!" said Coach Hedge.

Piper and Dylan were holding the doors open, herding the other kids inside. Piper's snowboarding jacket was flapping wildly, her dark hair all in her face. I thought she must've been freezing, but she looked calm and confident-telling the others it would be okay, encouraging them to keep moving.

Leo, Coach Hedge and I ran toward them but it was like running through quicksand. The wind seemed to fight us, pushing us back.

Dylan and Piper pushed one more kid inside, then lost their grip on the door. They slammed shut, closing off the skywalk.

Piper tugged at the handles. Inside, the kids pounded on the glass, but the doors seemed to be stuck.

"Dylan, help!" Piper shouted.

Dylan just stood there with an idiotic grin, his Cowboys jerey ripplling in the wind, like he was suddenly enjoying the storm.

"Sorry, Piper," he said. "I'm done helping."

He flicked his wrist, and Piper flew backward, slamming into the doors and sliding to t he skywalk deck.

"Piper!" I charged forward. The winds made it difficult but for whatever reason I'm managing better than Coach and Leo. Still, Coach grabbed me to stop me.

"Coach," Jason said, "let me go!"

"Jason, Leo stay behind me," the coach ordered. "This is my fight. I should've known that was our monster."

"What?" Leo demanded. A rogue worksheet slapped him in the face, but he swatted it away. "What monster?"

The coach's cap blew off, and sticking up above his curly hair were two bumps-like the knots cartoon characters get when they're bonked on the head. Coach Hedge lifted his baseball bat-but it wasn't a regular bat anymore. Somehow it had changed into a crudely shaped tree-branch club, with twigs and leaves still attached.

Dylan gave him that psycho happy smile. "Oh, come on, Coach. Let the boy attack me! After all, you're getting too old for this. Isn't that why they retired you to this stupid school? I've been on your team the entire season, and you didn't even know. You're losing your nose, grandpa."

The coach made an angry sound like an animal bleating. "That's it, cupcake. You're going down."

"You think you can protect three half-bloods at once, old man?" Dylan laughed. "Good luck."

Dylan pointed at Leo, and a funnel cloud materialized around him. Leo flew off the skywalk like he'd been tossed. Somehow he managed to twist in midair, and slammed sideways into the canyon wall. He skidded, clawing furiously for any handhold. Finally he grabbed a thin ledge about fifty feet below the skywalk and hung there by his finger tips.

"Help!" he yelled up at them. "Rope, please? Bungee cord? Something?"

Coach Hedge cursed and tossed me the club. Too my amazement it didn't way as heavy as I thought it would. If anything, it's not even heavier than a normal baseball bat. "I don't know who you are, kid, but I hope you're good. Keep that thing busy"-he jabbed a thumb at Dylan-"while I get Leo."

"Get him how?" I demanded. "You're going to fly?"

"Not fly. Climb." Hedge kicked off his shoes and I almost had a coronary. The coach didn't have any feet. He had hooves-goat hooves. Which meant those things on his head, I realized, weren't bumps. They were horns.

"You're a faun," I said (although I have no idea where that came from).

"Satyr!" Hedge snapped. "Fauns are Roman. But we'll talk about that later."

Hedge leaped over the railing. He sailed over the canyon wall and hit hooves first. He bounded down the cliff with impossible agility, finding foot holds no bigger than postage stamps, dodging whirlwinds that tried to attack him as he picked his way toward Leo.

"Isn't that cute!" Dylan turned toward me. "But it won't do you any good."

Dylan's body dissolved into smoke, as his molecules were coming unglued. He had the same face, the same brilliant white smile but his whole form was suddenly composed of swirling black vapor, his eyes were electrical sparks in a living storm cloud. He sprouted wings and rose above the skywalk. If Angels could be evil, I decided, they would look exactly like this.

"You're a ventus," Jason said, though again he had no idea how he knew that word. "A storm spirit."

Dylan laughed sounded like a tornado tearing off a roof. "I'm glad I waited demigod. Leo and Piper I've known about for weeks. Could've killed them at any time. But my mistress said a third was coming-someone special. She'll reward me greatly for your death!"

Two more funnel clouds touched down on either side of Dylan and turne d into venti-ghostly young men with smoky wings and eyes that flickered with lightning.

I did the only thing that came to my mind. I threw the club that Hedge gave me. It seemed useless with the winds so strong, but the club flew right at the ventus on Dylan's left, even curving when he tried to dodge, and hit him hard enough he was send flying into the museum wall entrance with a loud THUD. The storm spirit disintegrated before it hit the skywalk.

I was shock to say the least. I didn't think I even threw the club that hard.

Dylan used my confusion as a moment to attack. He raised his hand, arcs of electricity running between his fingers, and blasted me in the chest.

Bang! I found myself flat on my back. My mouth tasted like burning aluminum foil. I lifted my head and saw that my clothes were smoking. The lightning bolt had gone straight through my body and blasted off my left shoe. My toes were black with soot.

Meanwhile Piper got hold of the club and she screamed defiantly, but it all sounded tiny. She desperately started swinging the club to fend off the other storm spirit, but it were just toying with her. Whatever power the club had before didn't seem to help Piper as it went through the storm spirit's body like he weren't there. But still I was amaze by Piper. She had to have been waiting for the right time to attack.

Cute, smart, and violent, I wished I remembered having her as a girlfriend.

Sadly Dylan, a dark winged tornado with eyes loomed over me, snapping me out of my amazement.

"It looks to me whatever stunt you pulled with that club was luck," Dylan sneered.

"We'll see about that," I rose unsteadily to my feet, and Dylan's sneer wiped from his face as a look of surprise replaced it.

"How are you alive?" Dylan's form flickered. "That was enough lightning to kill twenty men!"

"It's my turn again," I said.

I reached in my pocket and pulled out the gold coin. I let my instincts take over, flipping the coin in the air like I'd done a thousand times. I caught it in my palm, and suddenly I was holding a sword-a wickedly sharp double-edged weapon. The ridged grip fit my fingers perfectly, and the whole thing was gold-hilt, handle, and blade.

Dylan snarled and back up. He looked at his remaining comrade. "Leave the girl! Kill him!"

It wasn't too happy with it's order, but it flew at me, their fingers crackling with electricity. It let loose a bolt of lightning, but my blade absorbed the charge. Then I swung at it and my blade passed through it, and the creature's smoky form disintegrated in gold power.

Dylan waived in outrage. He looked down as if expecting his comrade to reform. Then he looked at the remains of his other comrade who had already disperse in the wind. "Impossible! Who are you, half-blood?'

Piper was so stunned she dropped her club. "Jason, how..."

Then Coach Hedge leaped back onto the skywalk and dumped Leo like a sack of flour.

"Spirits, fear me!" Hedge bellowed, flexing his short arms as though somehow was aware there were two other spirits while he was retrieving Leo. Then he looked around and realized there was only Dylan.

"Curse it, boy!" he snapped at me. "Didn't you leave some for me? I like a challenge!"

Leo got to his feet, breathing hard. He looked completely humiliated, his hands bleeding from clawing at the rocks. "Yo, Coach Supergoat, whatever you are-I just fell down the freaking Grand Canyon! Stop asking for challenges!:

Dylan hissed at them, but I could see fear in his eyes. "You have no idea how many enemies you've awakened, half-bloods. My mistress will destroy all demigods. This war you cannot win."

Above us, the storm exploded into a full-force gale. Cracks expanded in the sky walk. Sheets of rain poured down and I had to crouch to keep my balance.

A hole opened in the clouds-a swirling vortex of black and silver.

"The mistress calls me back!" Dylan shouted with glee. "And you, demigod, will come with me!"

He lunged at me, but Piper tackled the monster from behind. Even though he was made of smoke, Piper somehow manage to connect. Both of them went sprawling. Leo, the Coach, and I surged forward to help, but the spirit screamed with rage. He let loose a torrent that knocked us all backward. Coach Hedge and I landed on our buts. My sword skidded across the glass. Leo hit the back of his head and curled an his side, dazed and groaning. Piper got the worst of it. She was thrown off Dylan's back and hit the railing, tumbling over the side until she was hanging by one hand over the abyss.

"Help!" she yelled. "Somebody!"

I started toward her but she slipped, screaming as she fell.

But that didn't stop me as my instincts took over once more. I ran to the railing, thinking, I'm a lunatic.

I heard Dylan screamed, "I'll settle for this one!" as I jumped over the side.

...

I wasn't scared of heights. I was scared of being smashed against the canyon floor five hundred feet below. I figured I hadn't accomplished anything except for dying along with Piper, but I tucked in my arms and plummeted head first. The sides of the canyon raced past me like a film on fast forward. My face felt like it was peeling off.

In a heartbeat, I caught up with Piper, who was flailing wildly. I tackled her waist and closed my eyes, waiting for death. Piper screamed. The wind whistled in my ears. I wondered what dying would feel like. I was thinking, probably not so good. I wished somehow we could never hit the bottom.

Then the wind died. Piper's scream turned into a strangled gasp. I thought we must be dead, but I hadn't felt any impact.

"J-J-Jason," Piper managed.

I opened my eyes. We weren't falling. We were floating in midair, a hundred feet above the river.

I hugged Piper tight, and she reposition herself so she was hugging me too. We were nose to nose. Her heart beat so hard, I could feel it through her clothes.

Her breath smelled like cinnamon. She said, "How did you-"

"I didn't," I said. "I think I would know if I could fly..."

But then I thought, I don't even know who I am.

I imagined going up. Piper yeled as we shot a few feet higher. We weren't exactly floating, I decided. I could feel pressure under my feet like we were balancing at the top of a geyser.

"The air is supporting us," he said.

"Well, tell it to support us more! Get us out of here!"

I looked down. The easiest thing would be to sink gently to the canyon floor. But then I remember Dylan screaming about settling for this one and I looked up. The rain had stopped. The storm clouds didn't seem as bad, but they were still rumbling and flashing. I had to go up and see what happened to Leo and Coach Hedge.

"We have to help them," Piper said, as if reading my thoughts, "Can you-"

"Let's see." I thought Up, and instantly we shot skyward.

The fact I was riding the winds might've been cool under different circumstances, but I was too much in shock. As soon as we landed on the sky walk we saw Leo laying there and Coach Hedge and Dylan nowhere in sight. We ran to Leo.

Piper turned Leo over, and he groaned. His army coat was soaked from the rain. His curly hair glittered gold from rolling around in monster dust. But at least he wasn't dead.

"Stupid... ugly... goat," he muttered.

"Where did he go?" Piper asked. "What happened?"

Leo pointed to the sky. "Dylan grabbed me and started carrying me upward when Coach came kicking and punching, knocking me free. Dylan grappled the coach and took him up and neither came down. Please tell me I hallucinated the whole thing?"

I didn't have an answer but I looked and saw the sword. I walked over to it and picked it up. The blade was well balanced. On a hunch I flipped it. Mid-spin, the sword shrank back to a coin and landed in my palm.

"Yep," Leo said. "Definitely hallucinating."

Piper shivered in her rain-soaked clothes. "Jason, those things-"

"Venti," I said. "Storm Spirits."

"Okay. You acted like... like you'd seen them before. Who are you?"

I shook my head. "That's what I've been trying to tell you. I don't know."

The storm dissipated. The other kids from Wilderness School were staring out the glass doors in horror. Security guards were working on the locks now, but they didn't seem to be having any luck."

"Coach Hedge said he had to protect three people," I remembered. "I think he meant us."

"And that thing Dylan turned into..." Piper shuddered. "God, I can't believe it was hitting on me. He called us... what, demigods?"

Leo lay on his back, staring at the sky. He didn't seem anxious to get up. "Don't know what demi means," he said. "But I'm not feeling too godly. You guys feeling godly?"

There was a brittle sound like dry twigs snapping, and the cracks in the skywalk began to widen.

"We need to get off this thing," I said. "Maybe if we-"

"Ohhh-kay," Leo interrupted. "Look up there and tell me if those are flying horses."

At first I thought Leo had hit his head too hard or perhaps a second time. Then I saw a dark shape descending from the east-too slow for a plane, too large for a bird. As it got closer I could see a pair of winged animals-gray, four-legged, exactly like horses-except each one had a twenty-foot wingspan. And they were pulling a brightly painted box with two wheels:a chariot.

"Reinforcements," I said. "Hedge told me an extraction squad was coming for us."

"Extraction squad?" Leo struggled to his feet. "That sounds painful."

"And where are they extracting us to?" Piper asked.

I watched as the chariot landed on the far end of the skywalk. The flying horses tucked in their wings and cantered nervously across the glass, as if they sensed it was near breaking. Two teenagers stood in the chariot-a tall blond girl maybe a little older than me, and a bulky dude with a shaved head and a face like a pile of bricks. They both wore jeans and orange T-shirts, with shields tossed over their backs. The girl leaped off before the chariot had finished moving. She pulled a knife and ran toward my group while the bulky dude was reining in the horses.

"Where is he?" the girl demanded. Her gray eyes were fierce and a little startling.

"Where's who?" I asked.

She frowned like my answer was unacceptable. She turned to Leo and Piper. "What about Gleeson? Where is your protector, Gleeson Hedge?"

The coach's first name was Gleeson? I might've laughed if the morning hadn't been quite weird and scary. Gleeson Hedge: football coach, goat man, protector of demigods. Sure. Why not?"

Leo cleared his throat. "He got taken by some... tornado things."

"Venti," I said. "Storm spirits."

The girl arched an eyebrow. "You mean anemoi thuellai? That's the Greek term. Who are you, and what happened?"

I did my best to explain, though it was hard to meet those intense gray eyes. About halfway through the story, the other guy from the chariot came over. He stood there glaring at us, his arms crossed. He had a tattoo of a rainbow on his biceps, which seemed a little unusual.

When I had finished my story, the blond girl didn't look satisfied. "No, no, no! She told me he would be here. She told me if I came here, I'd find the answer."

"Annabeth," the bald guy grunted. "Check it out." He pointed at my feet."

I hadn't thought much about it, but I was still missing my left shoe, which had blown off by the lightning. My bare foot felt okay, but it looked like a clump of charcoal.

"The guy with one shoe," the bald dude said. "He's the answer."

"No, Butch," the girl insisted. "He can't be. I was tricked." She glared at the sky as though it had done something wrong. "What have you done with him?"

She then took off her shield which was polished bronze with a reflective surface as the light hit me in the eye.

I don't know what she planned to do with the shield, but the skywalk shuddered, and the horses whinnied urgently.

"Annabeth," said the bald dude, Butch, "we gotta leave. Let's get these three to camp and figure it out there. THose storm spirits might come back."

She fumed for a moment, then restrap her shield back to her back. "Fine." She fixed me with a resentful look. "We'll settle this later."

She turned on her heel and marched toward the chariot.

Piper shook her head. "What's her problem? What's going on?"

"Seriously," Leo agreed.

"We have to get yo u ou t of here," Butch said. "I'll explain on the way."

"I'm not going anywhere with her." I gestured toward the blonde. "She looks like she wants to kill me."

Butch hesitated. "Annabeth's okay. You gotta cut her some slack. She had a vision telling her to come here, to find a guy with one ws hoe. That was supposed to be the answer to her problem."

"What problem?" Piper asked.

"She's been looking for her boyfriend, whose one of our campers. He been missing for three days," Butch said. "She's going out of her mind with worry. He hoped he'd be here."

Some part of me sympathise with Annabeth when Butch said her boyfriend was missing. I guess I would go out of my mind too in her position even if I can't remember doing so myself.

"What's the name of her boyfriend?" I asked.

"His name is Percy Jackson," Butch replied.


A/N: Taken what Jason did to protect Piper from being the one killed by Calligula that led to Piper breaking up with him in Trials of Apollo, I decided to give Jason some reason to show some sympathy of the fact Annabeth going out of her mind with Percy's disappearance.

And incase there are those who ignored 'Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Staff of Hermes' I did not destroy that reflected shield. I figured Hera can obscure the shield's powers of Percy's location especially after she's free and Percy starts his own journey at the wolf house. Also since Athena's parthenos is deep underground in Arachne's hideout under roam with a bunch of rooms children of Athena need to go through to get to Arachne, obviously the shield won't find the statue for Annabeth. Not directly at least as in the case of how it found Cacus' location

Also Silena gone off with college with Beckendorf in this story. That's why she's not driving the chariot for Annabeth like in The Tales of series. So no Silena or Beckendorf helping Leo and Piper this time around.

Now there are hints to my surprise involving Jason in this story. 1. Him comparing Hedge's club's weight to an actual baseball bat. Obviously the thing should have weighed more. 2. Not only Jason send a storm spirit flying by throwing the club at it but I even had Jason admit he didn't think he threw that hard. Unfortunately the big reveal will have to wait until Jason's conversation with Juno, but for now, next is Piper's turn in first person POV.