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 Seek Answers to my Memories

The redhead, who introduced herself as Rachel, and I put Piper on⎯the couch while Annabeth rushed down the hall to get a med kit. Piper was still breathing, but she wouldn't wake up. She seemed to be in some kind of coma.

"We've got to heal her," I insisted. "There's a way, right?"

Seeing her so pale, barely breathing, I felt a surge of protectiveness. I may not really know her. She may not be my girlfriend. But we'd survived the Grand Canyon together. We'd come all this way. I'd left her side for a little while, and this happened.

Chiron put his hand on her forehead and grimaced. "Her mind is in a fragile state. Rachel, what happened?"

"I wish I knew," she said. "As soon as I got to camp, i had a premonition about Hera's cabin. I went inside. Annabeth and Piper came in while I was there. We talked, and then-I just blanked out. Annabeth said I spoke in a different voice."

"A prophecy?" Chiron asked.

"No. The spirit of Delphi comes from within. I know how that feels. This was like long distance, a power trying to speak through me."

Annabeth ran in with a leather pouch. She knelt next to Piper. "Chiron, what happened back there⎯I've never seen anything like it. I heard Rachel's prophecy voice. This was different. She sounded like an older woman. She grabbed Piper's shoulders and told her⎯"

"To free her from a prison?" I guessed.

Annabeth stared at me. "How did you know that?"

Chiron made a three fingered gesture over his heart like a ward against evil.

"Jason, tell them. Annabeth, the medicine bag, please."

Chiron trickled drops from a medicine vial into Piper's mouth while I explained what happened when the room froze⎯the dark misty woman who had claimed to be my patron."

When I was done, no one spoke, which made me more anxious.

"So does this happen often?" I asked. "Supernatural phone calls from convicts demanding you to bust them out of jail?"

"Your patrón," Annabeth said. "Not your godly parent?"

"No, she said, patron. She also said my dad had given her my life and in return she blessed me with the strength of Hercules. Which explains how I was able to lift the chariot with ease."

Annabeth frowned. "I've never heard of a godly parent doing something like that before. You said the storm spirit on the skywalk⎯he claimed to be working for some mistress who was giving him orders right? Could it be this woman you saw, messing with your mind?"

"I don't think so," I said. "If she were my enemy, why would she be asking for my help? She's imprisoned. She's worried about some enemy getting more powerful. Something about a king rising from the earth on the solstice⎯"

Annabeth turned to Chiron. "Not Kronos. Please tell me it's not that."

The centaur looked miserable. He held Piper's wrist, checking her pulse.

At last he said, "It is not Kronos. That threat is ended. But..."

"But what?" Annabeth asked.

Chiron closed the medicine bag. "Piper needs rest. We should discuss this later."

"Or now," I said. "Sir, Mr. Chiron, you told me the greatest threat was coming. The last chapter. You can't possibly mean something worse than an army of Titans, right?"

"Oh," Rachel said in a small voice. "Oh, dear. The woman was Hera. Of course. Her cabin, her voice. She showed herself to Jason at the same time. And in the old stories Heracles got his strength after drinking her breast milk right?"

Chiron nodded. "It was when Hercules was left out in the woods as a baby. Athena had found him and brought him to Hera to nurse. It makes sense now why Jason has the strength."

"The woman did seem like a goddess," I agreed. "The woman did seem like a goddess. And she wore this⎯goatskin cloak. That's a symbol of Juno, isn't it?"

"It is?" Annabeth asked. "I've never heard of that?"

Chiron nodded reluctantly. "Of Juno, Hera's Roman aspect, in her war-like state. The goatskin was a symbol of the Roman Soldier."

"So Hera is imprisoned?" Rachel asked. "Who could do that to the queen of the gods?"

Annabeth crossed her arms. "Well, whoever they are, maybe we should thank them. If they can shut up Hera⎯"

"Annabeth," Chiron warned, "she is still one of the Olympians. In many ways, she's the glue that holds the gods' family together. If she truly has been imprisoned and is in danger of destruction, this could shake the foundations of the world. It could unravel the stability of Olympus, which is never great even in the best of times. And if Hera has asked Jason for help⎯"

"Fine," Annabeth grumbled. "Well, we know the Titans can capture a god, right? Atlas captured Artemis a few years ago. And in the old stories, the gods capture each other in traps all the time. But something worse than a Titan..."

I looked at the leopard's head. Seymour was smacking his lips like the goddess had tasted much better than a Snausage. "Hera said she'd been trying to break through her prison bonds for a month."

"Which is how long Olympus has been closed," Annabeth said. "So the gods must know something bad is going on."

"But why use her energy to send me here?" I asked. "She wiped my memory, plopped me into the Wilderness School field trip, and sent you a dream vision to come pick me up. Why not just send up an emergency flare to the other gods⎯let them know where she is so they burst her out?"

"The gods need heroes to do their will down here on earth," Rachel said. "That's right, isn't it? Their fates are always intertwined with demigods."

"That's true," Annabeth said, "but Jason's got a point. Why take his memory?"

"And Piper's involved somehow," Rachel said. "Hera sent her the same message⎯Free me. And Heracles was an argonaut like Periclymenus. It can't be coincidence. Jason is connected to Percy's disappearance."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Percy had the power to turn into any animal he wants like the argonaut Periclymenus," Annabeth said.

"Strength of Hercules and the shapeshifting powers of Periclymenus," I said. "Rachel is right. This is somehow connected to Percy's disappearance."

Annabeth fixed her eyes on Chiron. "Why are you so quiet, Chiron? What is it we're facing?"

The old centaur's face looked like it had aged ten years in a matter of minutesThe lines around his eyes were deeply etched. "My dear, in this, I cannot help you. I am so sorry."

Annabeth blinked "You've never... you've never kept information from me. Even the last great prophecy⎯"

"I will be in my office." His voice was heavy. "I need some time to think before dinner. Rachel, will you watch the girl? Call Argus to bring her to the infirmary, if you'd like. And Annabeth, you should speak with Jason. Tell him about⎯about the Greek and Roman gods."

"But..."

The centaur turned his wheelchair and rolled off down the hallway. Annabeth's eyes turned stormy. She muttered something in Greek, and I got the feeling it wasn't complimentary toward centaurs.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I think my being here⎯I don't know. I've messed things up coming to the camp, somehow. Chiron said he'd sworn an oath and couldn't talk about it."

"What oath?" Annabeth demanded. "I've never seen him act this way. And why would he tell me to talk to you about the gods..."

Her voice trailed off. Apparently she'd just noticed my sword sitting on the coffee table. The touched the blade gingerly, like it might be hot.

"Is this gold?" she said. "Do you remember where you got it?"

"No," I said. "Like I said, I don't remember anything."

Annabeth nodded, like she'd just come up with a rather desperate plan. "If Chiron won't help, we'll need to figure things out ourselves. Which means... Cabin Fifteen. Rachel, you'll keep an eye on Piper?"

"Sure," Rachel promised. "Good luck, you two."

"Hold on,"I said. "What's in Cabin Fifteen?"

Annabeth stood. "Maybe a way to get your memory back."

...

We headed toward a newer wing of cabins in the southwest corner of the green. Some were fancy, with glowing walls or blazing torches, but Cabin Fifteen was not so dramatic. It looked like an old fashioned prairie house with mud walls and a rush roof. On the door hung a wreath with crimson flowers⎯red poppies, I thought, though I had no idea how I knew that.

"You think this is my parent's cabin?" I asked.

"No," Annabeth said. "This is the cabin for Hypnos, the god of sleep."

"Then why⎯"

"You've forgotten everything," she said. "If there's any god that help us figure out memory loss, it's Hypnos."

Inside, even though it was almost dinnertime, three kids were were sound asleep under piles of covers. A warm fire crackled in the hearth. Above the mantle hung a tree branch, each twig dripping white liquid into collection of tin bowls. I was tempted to catch a drop on my finger just to see what it was, but I held myself back.

Soft violin music played from somewhere. The air smelled like fresh laundry. The cabin was so cozy and peaceful that my eyelids started to feel heavy. A nap sounded like a great idea. I was exhausted. There were plenty of empty beds, all with feather pillows and fresh sheets and fluffy quilts and⎯Annabeth nudged me. "Snap out of it."

I blinked. I realized my knees had been starting to buckle.

"Cabin Fifteen does that to everyone," Annabeth warned. "If you ask me, this place is even more dangerous than the Ares Cabin. At least with Ares, you can learn where the land mines are."

"Land mines?"

She walked up to the nearest snoring kid and shook his shoulder. "Clovis. Wake up!"

The kid looked like a baby cow. He had a blond tuft of hair on a wedged-shape head, with thick features and a thick neck. His body was stocky, but he had spindly arms like he'd never lifted anything heavier than a pillow.

"Clovis!" Annabeth shook harder, then finally knocked on his forehead about six times.

"Wh-wh-what?" Clovis complained, sitting up and squinting. He yawned hugely, and both Annabeth and I yawned too.

"Stop that!" Annabeth said. "We need your help."

"I was sleeping."

'You're always sleeping."

"Good night."

Before he could pass out, Annabeth yanked his pillow off the bed.

"That's not fair," Clovis complained meekly. "Give it back."

"First help," Annabeth said. "Then sleep."

Clovis sighed. His breath smelled like warm milk. "Fine. What?"

Annabeth explained about my problem. Every once in a while she'd snapped her fingers under Clovis' nose to keep him awake.

Clovis must have been really excited, because when Annabeth was done, he didn't pass out. He actually stood and stretched, then blinked at me. "So you don't remember anything, huh?"

"Just impressions," Jason said. "Feelings, like..."

"Yes?" Clovis said.

"Like I know I shouldn't be here. At this camp. I'm in danger."

"Hmm. Close your eyes."

I glanced at Annabeth, but she nodded reassuringly.

I was afraid I end up snoring in one of the bunks forever, but I closed my eyes. My thoughts became murky, as if I were sinking into a dark lake.

The next thing I knew, my eyes snapped open. I was sitting in a chair by the fire. Clovis and Annabeth knelt next to him.

"⎯serious, all right," Clovis was saying.

"What happened?" I asked. "How long⎯"

"Just a few minutes," Annabeth said. "But it was tense. You almost dissolved."

I hoped she didn't mean literally, but her expression was solemn.

"Usually," Clovis said, "memories are lost for a good reason. They sink under the surface like dreams, and with a good sleep, I can bring them back. But this..."

"Lethe?" Annabeth asked.

"No," Clovis said, "Not even Lethe."

"Lethe?" I asked.

Clovis pointed to the tree branch dripping milky drops above the fireplace. "The River Lethe in the Underworld. It dissolves your memories, wipes your mind clean permanently. That's the branch of a poplar tree from the Underworld, dipped in the Lethe. It's the symbol of my father, Hypnos. Lethe is not a place you want to go swimming."

Annabeth nodded. "Percy went there once. He told me it was powerful enough to wipe the mind of a Titan."

I was suddenly glad I hadn't touched the branch. "But... that's not my problem?"

"No," Clovis agreed. "Your mind wasn't wiped, and your memories weren't buried. They've been stolen by a god."

The fire crackled. Drops of the Lethe water plinked into the tin cups on the mantle. One of the other Hypnos campers muttered in his sleep⎯something about a duck.

"We know that," I said. "It was Juno. But how did she do it, and why?"

Clovis scratched his neck. "Juno?"

"He means Hera," Annabeth said. "For some reason, Jason likes the Roman names."

"Hmm," Clovis said.

"What?" Jason asked. "Does that mean something?"

"Hmm," Clovis said again, and this time I realized he was snoring.

"Clovis!" I yelled.

"What? What?" His eyes fluttered open. "We were talking about pillows, right? No, gods. I remember. Greek and Roman. Sure, could be important."

"But they're the same gods," Annabeth said. "Just different names."

"Not exactly," Clovis said.

I sat forward, now very much awake. "What do you mean, not exactly?"

"Well..." Clovis yawned. "Some gods are only Roman. Like Janus, or Pompona. Then you got some gods that never was accepted by the Romans and remained just Greek like Iris. But the rest of the gods⎯it's not just their names that changed when they moved to Rome. Their appearances changed. Their attributes changed. They even had slightly different personalities."

"But..." Annabeth faltered. "Okay, so maybe people saw them differently through the centuries. That doesn't change who they are."

"Sure it does." Clovis began to nod off, and I snapped my fingers under his nose.

"Coming, mother!" he yelped. "I mean... Yeah, I'm awake. So, um, personalities. The gods changed to reflect their host cultures. You know that, Annabeth. I mean, these days, Zeus likes tailored suits, reality television, and that Chinese food place on East Twenty-eighth street, right? It was the same in Roman times, and the gods were Roman almost as long as they were Greek. It was a big empire, lasted for centuries. So of course their Roman aspects are still a big part of their character. And when the Roman Empire divided into half, it divided the gods personalities⎯allowing them maintain both their Roman and Greek aspects as two separate personalities.."

"Makes sense," I said.

Annabeth shook her head, mystified. "But how do you know all this, Clovis?"

"Oh, I spend a lot of time dreaming. I see the gods there all the time⎯always shifting forms. Dreams are fluid, you know. You can be in different places at once, always changing identities. It's a lot like being a god, actually. Like recently, I dreamed I was watching a Michael Jackson concert, and then I was onstage with Michael Jackson, and we were singing this duet, and I could not remember the words for 'The Girl Is Mine.' Oh, man, it was so embarrassing, I⎯"

"Clovis," Annabeth interrupted. "Back to Rome?"

"Right, Rome," Clovis said. "So we call the gods by their Greek names because that's their original form, preserved by the Eastern Roman Empire. But saying their Roman aspects⎯which was preserved by the western empire⎯are exactly the same⎯that's not true. In Rome, they became more warlike. They didn't mingle with mortals as much. They were harsher, more powerful⎯standing for discipline, honor, strength⎯the gods of an empire."

"That's a good thing, then," I said. For some reason, I felt the need to speak up for the Roman gods, though wasn't sure why it matter to me. "I mean, discipline is important, right? That's what made Rome last so long."

Clovis gave me a curious look. "That's true. But the Roman gods weren't very friendly. For instance, my dad, Hypnos... he didn't do much except sleep in Greek times. In Roman times, they called him Somnus. He liked killing people who didn't stay alert on their jobs. If they nodded off at the wrong time, boom⎯they never woke up. He killed the helmsman of Aeneas when they were sailing from Troy."

"Nice guy," Annabeth said. "But I still don't understand what it has to do with Jason."

"Neither do I," Clovis said. "But if Hera took your memory, only she can give it back. And if I had to meet the queen of the gods, I'd hope she was more in a Hera mood than a Juno mood. Can I go back to sleep now?"

Annabeth stared at the branch above the fire, dripping Lethe water into the cups. She looked so worried, I wondered if she was considering a drink to forget her troubles. Then she stood and tossed Clovis his pillow. "Thanks, Clovis. We'll see you at dinner."

"Can I get room service?" Clovis yawned and stumbled back to his bunk. "I feel like... zzzz..." He collapsed with his butt in the air and his face buried in pillow.

"Won't he suffocate?" I asked.

"He'll be fine," Annabeth said. "But I'm beginning to think that you are in serious trouble."


A/N: Keep in mind this story not only in first person's point of view but switches between Jason's Piper's and Leo's point of view so naturally the time will lapse in with each other now and then.

Also for those of you fan of the Legacy series, I will be bringing back the battle of charmspeaks between Piper and Drew at the camp fire since Naruto isn't there to back Piper up thanks to his immunity to charmspeak.

Finally I'll be doing the parts with Piper's dream visions involving her past and Leo's flashbacks because their history is important to how they came to be part of the Prophecy of Seven. As I would with Frank and Hazel in the Son of Neptune. But I'll try to add a few things about the 1930s and 1940s that could be used to impact Hazel's upbringing when I get to Hazel like I did with the Legacy series as Riordan left out certain historical events I felt could have impacted how Hazel grew up. If you don't know what events I'm talking about because either you're not a fan of the legacy series and/or interested in actual history, you're in for a bit of history lessons when I get to Hazel's past in the Son of Neptune.