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


Piper: We Arrive at Camp Half-Blood

After a morning of storm spirits, goat men, and flying boyfriends, I should've been losing my mind. Instead, all I felt was dread.

It's starting, I thought. Just like the dream said.

I stood in the back of the chariot with Leo and Jason, while the bald guy, Butch handled the reins, and the blond girl, Annabeth, adjusted a bronze navigation device. We rose over the Grand Canyon and headed east, icy wind ripping through my jacket. Behind us, more storm clouds were gathering.

The chariot lurched and bumped. It had no seat belts and the back was wide open, so I wondered if Jason would catch me again if I fell. That had been the most disturbing part of the morning-not that Jason could fly, but that he'd held me in his arms and yet didn't know who I was.

All semester I'd worked on a relationship, trying to get Jason to notice me as more than a friend. Finally I'd gotten the big dope to kiss me. The last few weeks had been the best of my life. And then, three nights ago, the dream had ruined everything-that horrible voice, giving me horrible news. I hadn't told anyone about it, not even Jason.

Now I didn't even have him. It was like someone wiped his memory, and I was stuck in the worst "do over" of all time. I wanted to scream. Jason stood right next to me: those sky blue eyes, close cropped blond hair, that cute little scar on his upper lip. His face was kind and gentle, but always a little sad. And he just stared at the horizon, not even noticing me.

Meanwhile, Leo was being annoying, as usual. "This is so cool!" He spit a pegasus feather out of his mouth. "Where are we going?"

"A safe place," Annabeth said. "The only safe place for kids like us. Camp Half-Blood."

"Half-Blood?" I was immediately on guard. I hated that word. I'd been called a half-blood too many times-half Cherokee, half-white-and it was never a compliment. "Is that some kind of bad joke?"

"She means we're demigods," Jason said. "Half-bod, half mortal."

Annabeth looked back. "You seem to know a lot, Jason. But, yes, demigods. My mom is Athena, goddess of wisdom. Butch Walker here is the son of Iris, the rainbow goddess."

Leo choked. "Your mom is a rainbow goddess?"

"Got a problem with that?" Butch said.

"No, no," Leo said. "Rainbows. Very macho."

"Butch is our best equestrian," Annabeth said. 'He gets along great with the pegasi."

"Rainbow, ponies," Leo muttered.

"I'm gonna toss you off this chariot," Butch warned.

"Demigods," Piper said. "You mean you think you're... you think we're-"

Lightning flashed. The chariot shuddered, and Jason yelled, "Left wheel's on fire!"

Piper stepped back. Sure enough, the wheel was burning, white flames lapping up the side of the chariot.

The wind roared. I glanced behind us and saw dark shapes forming in the clouds, more storm spirits spiraling toward the chariot-except these look more like horses than angels.

I started to say, "Why are they-"

"Anemoi come in different shapes," Annabeth said. "Sometimes human, sometimes stallions, depending on how chaotic they are. Hold on. This is going to get rough."

Butch flicked the reins. The pegasi put on a burst of speed, and the chariot blurred. My stomach crawled into my throat. My vision went black, and when it came back to normal, we were in a totally different place.

A cold gray ocean stretched out to the left. Snow-covered fields, roads, and forests spread to the right. Directly below us was a green valley, like an island of springtime, rimmed with snowy hills on three sides and water to the north. I saw a cluster of buildings like ancient Greek temples, a big blue mansion, ball courts, a lake, and a climbing wall that seemed to be on fire. But before I could really process all I was seeing, our wheels came off and the chariot dropped out of the sky.

Annabeth and Butch tried to maintain control. The pegasi labored to hold the chariot in a flight pattern, but they seemed exhausted from their burst of speed, and bearing the chariot and the weight of five people was just too much.

"The lake!" Annabeth yelled. "Aim for the lake!"

I remembered something my dad had once told told me, about hitting water from up high being as bad as hitting cement.

And then-BOOM.

The biggest shock was the cold. I was underwater, so disoriented that I didn't know which way was up.

I just had time to think: This would be a stupid way to die. Then faces appeared in the green murk-girls with long black hair and glowing yellow eyes. They smiled at me, grabbed my shoulders, and hauled me up.

They tossed me, gasping and shivering onto the shore. Nearby, Butch stood in the lake cutting the wrecked harnaesses off the pegasi. Fortunately, the horses were okay, but they were flapping their wings and splashing water everywhere. Jason waded over to see if he can help as though he been through worse. Leo and Annabeth were already on shore, surrounded by kids giving them blankets and asking questions. Somebody took me by the arms and helped me stand. Apparently kids fell into the lake a lot, because a detail of campers ran up with the big bronze leaf blower-looking things and blasted me with hot air; and in about two seconds my clothes were dry.

There were thirty campers milling around-the youngest maybe nine, the oldest college age, eighteen or nineteen, some had one eye instead of two in the center of their head, which really shock me-all of them had orange t-shirts like Annabeth's. I looked back at the water and saw those strange girl just below the surface,, their hair floating in the current, they waved like, toodle-oo and disappeared into the depths.

"Annabeth!" a guy with a bow and quiver on his back pushed through the crowd. "What happened to the chariot?"

"Sorry Will. We got hit by storm spirits and the wheels fell off," Annabeth said "I'll get it fixed."

Will scowled at his broken chariot. Then he sized up Leo and me and looked at Jason who was still helping Butch with the chariot. "These are the ones? Way older than thirteen. Why haven't they been claimed already?"

"Claimed?" Leo asked.

Before Annabeth could explain, will said, "Any sign of Percy?"

"No," Annabeth admitted.

The campers muttered. I had no idea who this guy Percy was, but his disappearance seemed to be a big deal.

ANother girl stepped forward-tall Asian, dark hair in ringlets, plenty of jewelry, and perfect makeup. Somehow she managed to make jeans and orange T-shirt look glamorous. She glanced at leo then curled her lip at me as if I were a week old burrito that had been pulled out of a Dumpster. I knew this girl's type. I'd dealt with a lot of girls like this at Wilderness School and every other stupid school my father had sent me to. I knew instantly we were going to be enemies."

"Well," the girl said. "I hope they're worth the trouble."

Leo snorted. "Gee, thanks."

"Drew," Annabeth frowned qat the glamour girl, "all demigods are worth saving. But I'll admit, the trip didn't accomplished what I hoped."

"Hey," I said, "we didn't ask to be brought here."

Drew sniffed. "And nobody wants you, hon. Does your hair always look like a dead badger?"

I stepped forward, ready to smack her, but Annabeth said, "Piper, stop."

I did. I wasn't a bit scared of Drew, but Annabeth didn't seem like somebody I wanted for an enemy.

Then there was several gasped and I turned to see Jason had walked up ashore, carrying the flying chariot in his arms like it barely weighed a thing. The most annoying part was it caught Drew's attention as he became her latest interest.

"Jason, how are you able to do that?"

Jason frowned as he put down the chariot. "I don't know. I just thought I should be able to carry it."

There were many murmurs from campers something about Hercules.

Annabeth studied him as Jason took off his wet windbreaker. Usually I didn't like it when other girls checked out my boyfriend, but Annabeth didn't seem to care that he was a good looking guy. Finally she said, "Hold out your arm."

I saw what she was looking at, and my eyes had widened.

Inside of his right bare forearm was a tattoo. How had I never noticed it before? I'd looked at Jason's arm a million times. The tattoo couldn't have just appeared, but it was darkly etched, impossible to miss: a dozen straight lines like a bar code, and over that an eagle with the letters SPQR.

"I've never seen marks like this," Annabeth said. "Where did you get them?"

Jason shook his head. "I'm getting really tired of saying this, but I don't know."

The other campers pushed forward, trying to get a look at Jason's tattoo. The marks seemed to bother them a lot-almost like a declaration of war.

"They look burned into your skin," Annabeth noticed.

"They were," Jason said. Then he winced as if his head was aching. "I mean... I think so. I don't remember."

No one said anything. It was clear the campers saw Annabeth as the leader. They were waiting for her verdict.

"Maybe it's connected to your godly parent," Annabeth decided. "We won't know until you're claimed."

"What do you mean claim?" I asked. "How would that answer anything?"

Suddenly there was a collective gasp. The campers backed away. At first I thought I'd said something wrong. Then I realized their faces were bathed in a strange red light, as if someone lit a torch behind me. I turned and almost forgot to breathe.

Floating over Leo's head was a blazing holographic image-a fiery hammer.

"That,": Annabeth said, "is claiming."

"What'd I do?" Leo backed toward the lake. Then he glanced up and yelped. "Is my hair on fire?" he ducked, but the symbol followed him, bobbing and weaving so it looked like he was trying to write something in the flames with his head.

"Leo," Annabeth said, "you've just been claimed."

"By a god," Jason interrupted. "That's the symbol of Vulcan, isn't it?"

All eyes turned to him.

"Vulcan?" Leo demanded. "I don't even LIKE Star Trek. What are you talking about?"

"Vulcan is the Roman name for Hephaestus,": Annabeth said, "the god of blacksmiths and fire."

Tje fiery hammer faded, but Leo kept swatting the air like he was afraid it was following him. "The god of what? Who?"

Annabeth turned to one of the one eye campers, "Jeffrey, would you take Leo and give him a tour? Introduce him to his bunkmates and any of your brethren you see since Leo will be working with you."

"Okay, Annabeth," the big guy said although he sounded like a child despite looking to be a teenager.

"What's Cabin Nine?" Leo asked. "And I'm not a vulcan!"

"Come, friend I'll explain everything!" Jeffrey put his huge hand on Leo's shoulder and steered him off toward the cabin.

Annabeth then turned to Jason and studied him like he was a complicated blueprint.

"He needs to go straight to Chiron," Annabeth decided. "Drew, would you-"

"Absolutely." Drew laced her arm through Jason's. "This way, sweetie. I'll introduce you to our director. He's... an interesting guy." She flashed me a smug look and led Jason toward the big house on the hill.

The crowd began to disperse, until only Annabeth and I were left.

"Who's Chiron?" Piper asked. "Is Jason in some kind of trouble?"

Annabeth hesitated. "Good question, Piper. Come on, I'll give you a tour. We need to talk."