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 Riordan. 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.

My New Arrow Talks Like William Shakespeare and Refuse to Let Me Fire It

I know enough about this camp's history that Romans had tried to attack Camp Half-Blood during the American Civil War, countless of times. Combine with any legionnaires that died last year because of Octavian's assault combine with Gaea's awakening, there should be enough to form a small army. True they will not follow any orders outside Roman Ranks, but if the Colossus starts attacking them, they might respond and attack back.

As we scattered. Nico pulled out Diocletian's scepter and used its power to call on the undead. The scepter glowed and ground cracked as skeletal hands broke out of the ground. Soon hundreds of roman legionnaires filled the beach surrounding Colossus.

As I hoped the Colossus took interest in the undead army and started trying to stomp on them. At first the legion did not do anything, but after the first stomp, they took noticed of the giant statue as it stomped again. Then by the third stomp, the legion started attacking back with their roman weapons.

As much as I like to take credit and say I planned that to happen, I was shock when the legion started attacking back. I guess even undead Roman Demigods do not take kindly to giant statues attacking them.

"That should buy us time," Nico said, catching his breath. "Now what?"

I pointed toward Sherman Yang's chariot, which was still circling the statue's legs in a vain attempt to electrocute its kneecaps. "We need to commandeer that chariot!"

"How?" Kayla asked.

I had no idea, but Nico did as he grabbed Will's hand and stepped into my shadow. Both boys evaporated. I had forgotten about the power of shadow-traveling—the way children of the Underworld could step into one shadow and appear from another, sometimes hundreds of miles away. Hades used to love sneaking up on me that way and yelling, "HI!" just as I shot an arrow of death. He found it amusing if I missed my target and accidentally wiped out the wrong city.

Austin shuddered. "I hate when Nico disappears like that. What's our plan?"

"You two are my backup," I said. "If I miss, if I die… it will be up to you."

"Whoa, whoa," Kayla said. "What do you mean if you miss?"

I drew out the arrow I found in the grove. "I'm going to shoot that gorgeous gargantuan in the ear."

Austin and Kayla exchange looks, wondering if I had finally cracked under the strain of being mortal.

"A plague arrow," I explained. "I'm going to enchant an arrow with sickness, then shoot it into the statue's ear. Its head is hollow. The ears are the only openings. The arrow should release enough disease to kill the Colossus's animating power… or at least to disable it."

"How do you know it would work?" Kayla asked.

"I don't. I doubt I will be able to cook up the Black Death or Spanish Flu. But still, I can make the shot from close range, straight into its head, I might be able to do some damage."

"And… if you fail?" Kayla asked. I noticed her quiver was empty. I took out half of my remaining arrows and placed them in her quiver.

"I won't have the strength to try twice. You'll have to make another pass, try to summon some sickness, make the shot while Austin holds the chariot steady."

I realized this was an impossible request, but they accepted it with grim silence. I was not sure whether to feel grateful or guilty. Back when I was a god, I would have taken it for granted that mortals had faith in me. Now… I was asking my children to risk their lives again, and I was not at all sure my plan would work. Enchanting plagues was not exactly something I bless upon my children, and I do not know if it is even possible for them to do so.

I caught a flash of movement in the sky. This time, it was Sherman Yang's chariot, minus Sherman Yang. Will brought the pegasi in for a landing, then dragged an unconscious Nico di Angelo.

"Where are the others?" Kayla asked. "Sherman and the Hermes girls?"

Will rolled his eyes. "Nico convinced them to disembark."

As if on cue, I heard Sherman screaming from somewhere far in the distance, "I'll get you, di Angelo!"

"You guys go," Will told me. "After summoning undead and shadow-traveling twice, Nico is unconscious, and I need to get him some Gatorade! Thank gods he does not have to use as much power as he uses to summoning the dead with Diocletian's scepter. The legion should stay active a while longer without a commander."

Will lift Nico in a fireman's carry and took him away.

Austin hopped in first and took the reins. As soon as Kayla and I were aboard, we shot skyward, the pegasi swerving and banking around the Colossus with expert skill. I began to feel a glimmer of hope. We might be able to outmaneuver this giant hunk of good-looking bronze.

"Now," I said, "if I can just enchant this arrow with a nice plague."

The arrow shuddered from its fletching to its point.

THOU SHALT NOT, it told me.

…

I try to avoid weapons that talk. I find them rude and distracting. Once, Artemis had a bow that could cuss like a Phoenician sailor. Another time, in a Stockholm tavern, I met this god who was smoking hot, except his talking sword just would not shut up.

But I digress.

I asked the obvious question. "Did you just speak to me?"

The arrow quivered. (Oh, dear. That was a horrible pun. My apologies.) YEA, VERILY. PRITHEE, SHOOTING IS NOT MY PURPOSE.

His voice was male, sonorous, and grave, like a bad Shakespearean actor's.

"But you're an arrow," I said. "Shooting you is the whole point." (Ah, I really must watch those puns.)

"Guys, hang on!" Austin shouted.

The chariot plunged to avoid the Colossus swinging rudder. Without Austin's warning, I would have been left in midair still arguing with my projectile.

"You you're made from Dodona oak," I guessed. "Is that why you talk?"

FORSOOTH, said the arrow.

"Apollo!" Kayla said. "I'm not sure why you're talking to that arrow but—"

From our right came a reverberating WHANG! Like a snapped power line hitting a metal roof. In a flash of silver light, the camp's magical barrier collapsed. The Colossus lurched forward, ignoring the undead legion now that it had access, and brought his foot down on the dining pavilion, smashing it to rubble like so many children's blocks.

"But that just happened," Kayla said with a sigh.

The Colossus raised his rudder in triumph. He marched inland, ignoring the campers and legion running around his feet. Valentina Diaz launched a ballista missile into his groin. (Again, I had to wince in sympathy.) Harley and Connor Stoll kept blowtorching his feet, to no effect. Nyssa, Malcolm Ethan, and Chiron hastily ran a trip line of steel cable across the statue's path, but they would never have time to anchor it properly.

I turned to Kayla. "You can't hear this arrow talking?"

Judging from her wide eyes, the answer was, No, and does hallucinating run in the family?

"Never mind." I looked at the arrow. "I guess you want me to use one of my other arrows, O Wise Missile of Dodona?"

The arrow point quivered a yes.

Kayla yelled. "Colossus is heading for the cabins!"

I took an arrow from my quiver, thanking the gods that I did not use up all of them back at the Myrmekes nest.

I opened my mouth, but the proper words of enchantment were gone from my mind. As I feared, Lester Papadopoulos simply did not have the power. "I can't enchant it."

I SHALL ASSIST, promised the Arrow of Dodona. STARTEST THOU: "PLAGUEY, PLAGUEY, PLAGUEY."

"The enchantment does not start plaguey, plaguey, plaguey!"

"Who are you talking to?" Austin demanded.

"My arrow! I—I need more time."

"We don't have more time!" Kayla pointed with her hand.

The Colossus was only a few steps away from the central green. I was not sure the demigods even realized how much danger they were in. The Colossus could do much more than just flatten buildings. If he destroyed the central hearth—the main Hearth of Hestia—he would extinguish the very soul of the camp. The valley would be cursed and uninhabitable for generations. Camp Half-Blood would cease to exist.

I realized I had failed. My plan would take much too long if I could even remember how to make a plague arrow. This was my punishment for breaking an oath of the River Styx.

Then from somewhere above us, a voice yelled. "Hey, Bronze Butt!"

Over the Colossus' head, a cloud of darkness formed like a cartoon dialogue bubble. Out of the shadows dropped a furry black monster dog—a hellhound—and astride his back was a young man with a glowing bronze sword.

My prayer to Poseidon earlier was answered. Percy Jackson had arrived.