A/N (I recommend reading this): I'm going to MAKE THIS CLEAR. Just like I mention on my bio page about every other fanfiction I done: I DON'T OWN THE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIAN SERIES or AND THE KANE CHRONICLES OR IT'S CHARACTERS as the rights goes to Rick Rioran. Also I suggest you guys start paying attention to the Author notes and my warnings that I left on EVERY chapter of EVERY story.

Sorry if this chapter is too much like the book.

This is a The Tales of version of the Percy Jackson and Kane Chronicles crossover and takes place after 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus part of the series. So if you haven't read them yet read before reading this story as stuff that happened in them will be mentioned:

The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Early Adventures
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Lightning Thief
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Sea of Monsters
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Titan's Curse
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Magical Labyrinth
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Stolen Chariot
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Sword of Hades
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Bronze Dragon
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Last Olympian
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Staff of Hermes
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Quest for Buford
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Son of Neptune
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Mark of Athena
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The House of Hades
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Blood of Olympus
The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Son of Sobek
The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Staff of Serapis
The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Crown of Ptolemy

Also if you haven't got the chance feel free to read:

The Tales of Classical Mythology

A crossover with The Tales of series with my dictionary on Greek/Roman Mythology where The Tales of Percy Jackson tells his version of stories behind famous names in Greek and Roman Mythology.

And if you are a fan of Stephen King:

The Tales of the Heroes of the Stand

Which is basically a crossover of The Tales of series with one of Stephen King's best novels The Stand.

Lastly, any one who wants to do a Demigods and Olympian reads story using 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon' is allowed as long as you inform me about it.

Sally's Jackson's Food is the Best Mortal Food I have Ever Had

Percy had taken off his hoodie revealing a sea green t-shirt underneath with a blue trident—symbol of Poseidon—only so he could strap on his breast plate.

I remember Percy had once survived swimming in the river of Styx, something only three people I been told succeeded, making his body 99% of his body invulnerable. I am guessing the breast plate was to protect the one percent of his body that is vulnerable, an Achilles' Heel per say. I am one of few gods who might be able to find that said weakness, but since becoming mortal, I guess I lost that ability.

Thinking on it, I realized this must also be why Percy is not too keen to take on another quest. What most myths do not tell you about that invulnerability, it also multiplies the person's natural skill: speed, strength, agility, power; but at a cost it tires them out faster than any mere mortal or demigod. Not to mention if a weapon struck him at that one vulnerable spot even to harm him or if the spot is at what normally is not fatal for mortals without the curse, the person with the curse will die.

Percy must have noticed my expression. "I planned to bathe in the Little River when I attend New Rome University. I been told it can wash away any Greek Curse, but I kept the Achilles curse to hopefully stay alive long enough to attend college."

"I see," I responded. "Well, I recommend not telling Meg about it. I got the feeling she might poke and prod you until she finds your weak spot just so she can use it against you later. But you are right about the Little Tiber. It should wash away your curse."

"Thanks for the warning." Percy responded before handing me his spare breastplate. "It's not designs for archers, but I don't think it would hurt to wear this until we get to camp. Then Chiron might be able to fit you into armor better suited for archers."

"At this point, I'll take it," I responded. "I still don't know what those shiny blobs Meg and I saw were."

Percy nodded. "Good thing I keep a spare breastplate at home since taking on the Achilles Curse."

He then handed me a hoody for me to wear over my armor so I can stay warm.

Then came the weapons, which unfortunately for me, Percy did not have any bows and arrows.

"I normally don't keep any on me. Archery isn't my strong point, so I don't have use for them." Percy explained as he dug through his closet for something. "I left it in here somewhere…"

"What?" I asked.

"Here it is!" Percy dug out a sword, but it did not look right. It was curved like a question mark.

At first, I thought this was joke and that Percy was giving me a broken sword.

But then I had a flashback to when Greeks had control over Egypt. Back then they used swords like this, based off the designs the Egyptians used.

"Is that a Kopis made from Celestial Bronze?" I responded as Percy nodded. "Those are the rarest celestial bronze weapon known. Where did you find it?"

"I guess you can say I sort of made it," Percy said. "It's a long story involving that issue I mention Earlier. Hopefully, it can hold you over until you can get your hands on a bow and arrows. Even then—who knows. As I told my friend Frank Zhang once, it never hurts to be a master of both sword fighting and archery so you can cover close- and long-range attacks."

Dang, that's good advice. That is most likely the reason Artemis has her hunters learn close- and long-range fighting while I mainly favor just long range with a bow and arrow.

Percy handed it to me and immediately I sense that this was not an ordinary forged weapon. This was the real deal hybrid weapon of both Greek and Egyptian powers. No mere demigod can create a weapon like this.

"When we get the chance, you have to tell me how you made this sword," I said dead serious. "I mean it. Even without my godly powers, I can sense this sword possess powers even my ancient enemies won't stand a chance against."

Percy's expression changed to one that as though he was reminded of something he rather forgets (Even us gods have moments like that, so I know that feeling all too well). "Annabeth and I made a pack with a couple of friends we made to not share what happen to just anyone—for the sake of the gods"—I got the feeling Percy wasn't just talking about the Greek/Roman gods when he said that— "But when you make it out of your trials, I'll be happy to share it with you if you make the time."

I nodded as it sounds like the safest deal. That whatever Percy knows is considered dangerous territory even for Zeus himself, something more dangerous than the risk of Roman demigods and Greek demigods meeting before the second giant war, but for the mortal life of me, I cannot remember why.

"Well, if that's everything you got to spare, let's head down to see if Meg is ready," I said.

…

Sally Jackson was a witch to rival Circe. She had transformed Meg from a street urchin into a shockingly young girl. Meg's dark pageboy hair was glossy and brushed. Her round face was scrubbed clean of grime. Her cat-eyeglasses had been polished so the rhinestones sparkled. She had evidently insisted on keeping her old sneakers, but she wore new black leggings and a knee-length frock of shifting green hues.

Mrs. Jackson had figured out how to keep Meg's old look but tweak it to be more complementary. Meg now had an elfish springtime aura that reminded me very much of a dryad. In fact, …

A sudden wave of emotion overwhelmed me. I choked back a sob.

Meg pouted. "Do I look that bad?"

"No, no," I managed. "It's just…"

I wanted to say: You remind me of someone. But I did not dare open that line of conversation. Only two mortals ever had broken my heart. Even after so many centuries, I could not think of her, could not say her name without falling into despair.

Do not misunderstand me. I felt no attraction to Meg. I was sixteen (or four thousand plus, depending on how you look at it). She was an incredibly young twelve. But the way she appeared now; Meg McCaffrey might have been the daughter of my former lover… if my former love had lived long enough to have children.

Fortunately, Percy came to the rescue, as if recognizing my anguish. "You probably reminded of him of someone really close to him," Percy said, "Someone that meant dearly to him that it's too painful for him to remember."

That confused Meg even more, but fortunately she nodded, as though accepting Percy's answer.

"Well," Sally Jackson said with forced cheerfulness, "how about I make some lunch while you three… talk."

She gave Percy a worried glance, then headed to the kitchen, her hands protectively over her belly.

Meg sat on the edge of the sofa. "Percy, your mom is so normal."

"Thanks, I guess." Percy picked up a large thick book that look like had hundreds of pages marked with either orange, purple or blue tags. As he set it aside, it dawned to me what the book was.

"Is that the book Halcyon gave you?" I asked.

"The very same book, although Annabeth color code it for me. I been guaranteed admission with a full scholarship to New Rome University, but along with passing all my high school courses and score well on the SAT, I must pass the Demigod Standard Test of Mad Powers—or DSTOMP. So, I been rereading up on Hal's book to help me for that test."

"Well, that is a good start," I agreed. "I should know. I wrote the music and poetry analysis section."

Meg swung her feet. "So, you read that huge book before?"

"Yeah, multiple times in fact," Percy responded. "Most of those times was to go over something important for a quest though."

"Why?"

"Well, one of Apollo's sons: a demigod name Halcyon Green—Hal for short—told me I would need what I learn from this book to help me with what the fates had planned for me." Percy explained. "And it turned out he was right."

"I'm sure Halcyon appreciated how serious you took his advice," I responded. "Just a shame he was born a Greek demigod though. He would make an excellent Auger instead of that boy."

"Auger?" Meg asked.

"A Roman demigod assigned to read the future for Camp Jupiter—most of the time assigned to a child or descendant of Apollo's. The last one was a power-hungry legacy—or descendant—of Apollo who abused his powers.," Percy explained. ""

"Don't remind me," I whinnied. "He's the main reason I am in this mess."

"but anyone with powers to see the future and past or at least interpret the prophecies they have written down and know when to assign them can qualify," Percy finished up. "Right now, Camp Jupiter has a friend of mine—a harpy name Ella—as an auger since she has knowledge of prophecies and seem to know when they are happening."

"You been reading up on your Roman history," I noted. "I didn't think your book covered that much Roman knowledge."

"Not really, it mostly covers standard Roman stories but that's it," Percy admitted. "Reyna and Frank had sent Annabeth and me books to help us prepare for the DSTOMP test after they got back to Camp Jupiter. They had to really dig into their storage to find anything in ancient Greek from when Rome took over Greece from what I understand. Luckily for any Greek demigod hoping to attend New Rome University the Byzantine empire lasted long enough to preserve those text."

"Byzantine?" Meg asked.

"The half of the Roman Empire that covered Greece as well as territories the Greek Empire had gained before the Romans took over," Percy explained. "When the Roman Empire fell at first only half of it did—the half Italy was part of—whereas the other half that had Greece stayed strong for few more centuries. At least that's what I understand from Frank."

Meg swung her feet some more. "So, you're really a demigod? Like me?"

"Afraid so," Percy responded. "My dad is the godly one—Poseidon. What about your parents?"

Meg's legs went still. She studied her chewed cuticles, the matching crescent rings glinting on her middle fingers. "Never knew them… much."

Percy shrugged. "That's okay. Demigods with unknown heritage is not rare. But if the gods keep their oath, we should find out who your godly parent is soon."

"Oath?" Meg asked.

"To claim all our kids by time they turn thirteen at least," I said. "Uh, Percy about that. I'm not sure my kids can be claimed while I'm mortal."

Percy pondered about this. "Good point. And if your trials take you out of camp, you will not be able to acknowledge any demigod as your own either. That might become a problem with the Styx."

My gut sunk at that. I did not think about how the Styx would take to the idea of me postponing my oath until I am immortal. Percy explained to Meg about the claiming process.

"Then just promise you'll claim all your kids once you're immortal again," Meg said. "No big deal."

"Will the Styx accept that?" Percy asked.

"Beats me. Never done before. But I guess it would not hurt," I said, although not sure if I'll become immortal again. "Alright, I—Apollo—swear on the river of Styx to claim any unclaimed child of mine that been found while I'm mortal as my own once I regain my immortality."

There was a rumble of thunder outside.

"Let's hope that means the Styx will take your loophole," Percy responded.

I just hope I get my immortality back, but for now the last thing I want is the Styx after me because of some broken oaths I made when I was still a god. Even though the Styx normally cannot harm any Olympian if we break an oath or two, she has ties with the Fates so that any mortal suffers for our actions instead including our children. That is why even us gods treat oaths like that like binding contracts.

"So how did you guys meet?" Percy asked.

I told him the story. I may have exaggerated my brave defense against Cade and Mikey—just for narrative effect, you understand.

As I finished, Sally Jackson returned. She set down a bowl of tortilla chips and a casserole dish filled with elaborate dip in multicolored strata, like sedimentary rock.

"I'll be back with the sandwiches," she said. "But I had some leftover seven-layer dip."

"Yum." Percy dug in with a tortilla chip. "She's kinda famous for this, guys."

Sally ruffled his hair. "There's guacamole, sour cream, refried beans, salsa—"

"Seven layers?" I looked up in wonder. "You knew seven is my sacred number? You invented this for me?"

Sally wiped her hands on her apron. "Well, actually, I can't take credit—"

"You are too modest!" I tried some of the dip. It tasted almost as good as ambrosia nachos. "You will have immortal fame for this, Sally Jackson!"

"That's sweet." She pointed to the kitchen. "I'll be back."

Soon we were plowing through turkey sandwiches, chips and dip, and blue berry smoothies. Meg ate like a chipmunk, shoving more food in her mouth than she could possibly chew. My belly was full. I had never been so happy. I had a strange desire to fire up an Xbox and play Call of Duty.

"Percy," I said, "your mom is awesome."

"I know, right?" He finished his smoothie. "So back to your story… you must be Meg's servant now? Just like with Laomedon and Admetus."

"Yes," I said. "My fate is now linked with young McCaffrey."

"We are cooperating though," Meg said. She seemed to savor that word.

"Any idea how long this time?" Percy asked. "What are the trials you have to face?"

"Unknown on both accounts." I responded. "I just need time to get my bearings. Once we get to Camp Half-Blood, I can consult with Chiron. I can figure out which of my godly powers remain with me in this mortal form."

Percy sat back in his armchair. "Any idea what kind of spirits are following you?"

"Shiny blobs," Meg said. "They were shiny and sort of… blobby."

"What I mean did they seem to be in pain or anguish or anger?" Percy recorrected himself.

Meg frowned. "Not that I could tell. Why? Does it matter?"

"Well, it might tell us what kind of spirits they are," Percy explained. "Sadly, with just shiny blob, my knowledge is pretty limited. A child of Hades or Pluto might be able to distinguish it, but only ones I know that are alive is either at Camp Half-Blood, Camp Jupiter, or is a Hunter of Artemis."

"Hunter of Artemis?" Meg asked.

"Maiden girls that serves my sister Artemis," I explained. "Whatever the spirits are, we have to flee. Once we reach camp, the magical borders will protect me."

"And me?" Meg asked.

"Oh, yes. You, too."

Percy sighed, "Then we better hope nothing stops me from crossing the border, because if you are mortal, Apollo, you'll need a camper who can summon you into camp boarders."

"I should be able to get in," I argued. "I have to."

"Okay," Percy responded. "As soon as I get the keys, we can go."

Just then, Sally Jackson walked in with a plate of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies that were for some reason blue.

"Mom, I got to take these two to camp, and I'll be back," Percy said.

"I heard that before."

"Mom, I didn't have a choice last time. That was Hera's and Juno's doing," Percy argued. "I would call Chiron for an escort, but you know communication too camp haven't been working."

Sally sighed. I got the feeling that been brought up as a concern lately. She looked at me, then Meg. Her expression softened, her innate kindness perhaps overweighing her concern. "All right. Be careful. It was lovely meeting you both. Please try not to die. And do not forget your binder. I'm sure Chiron would love to see the hard work you and Annabeth put together for the camp."

"He already gave it to me so I can make sure Chiron gets it," I explained.

Percy shot me a warning look that said, 'Do not say anything else or I might not be able to drive you to camp.'

Percy then kissed Sally Jackson on the cheek and reached for the cookies, but she moved the plate away.

"Oh, no," she said. "Apollo and Meg can have one, but I'm keeping the rest hostage until you're back safely. And hurry, dear. It would be a shame if Paul ate them all when he gets home."

Percy's expression turned grim. He faces us. "You hear that, guys? A batch of cookies is depending on me to get you to camp and get home safely. Let us get a move on."

A/N: In case you are wondering, the kopis is the one Percy got from grabbing Carter's wand in The Tales of version of Percy Jackson/Kane Chronicles crossover 'The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Crown of Ptolemy'. As for what I had Apollo said about comparing Sally's food to Ambrosia Nachos, remember Ambrosia is godly food.