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.

For Once in My Life, I am Glad to Ride in the Back

I am going to take a wild guess here and say Hal's book said nothing about Hellhound's fear of heights. Because if it did, Percy would have known not to have his pet hellhound shadow travel on top of the head of a hundred-foot-tall statue.

The moment Percy's faithful pet landed on top of the moving Colossus's head, she yelped and gone ahead to wee-wee on said Colossus head. The statue froze and looked up, no doubt wondering what was trickling down his imperial sideburns.

Percy was about to leap off when he noticed what his hellhound did. "Mrs. O'Leary, jeez!"

The hellhound bayed in apology. Austin flew our chariot to within shouting distance. "Percy!"

The son of Poseidon looked across at me. "Hey guys! I got your message, Apollo!"

"Poseidon contacted you?" I asked.

"Well, not really contacted. More of send a holographic Trident for Mrs. O'Leary to chase," Percy said. "I figured something was up when she showed up in my apartment with a trident over her head."

I got to admit, that was a clever idea. Normally we gods save signs like that for claiming demigods, but if push comes to shove, we can use it for other purposes too.

"What's going on here?" Percy asked.

"I'll explain later. But first can you please keep this Colossus from stomping the camp's hearth, that would be helpful. I need a few more minutes to enchant this arrow.

I held up the talking arrow by mistake, then held up the other arrow.

Percy sighed. "Of course, you do."

"There's an army of undead legion down bellow if you need back up," I said. "As high priest and member of the legion, you should still have command over them."

"Right, let's go Mrs. O'Leary to the beach." Percy called.

Mrs. O'Leary barked excitedly. She leaped off the Colossus's head, as the due vaporize into shadow, and reappear on the ground.

"Roman Legion! Line up!" Percy shouted. "Attack!"

The Roman legion down bellow were not highly organized with their attacks (as they were just fighting for their lives with no command). But when Percy gave the command they line up and attack Colossus.

This gets Colossus attention as he slowly turned toward the Roman Legion.

I began to chant, invoking my old powers as the god of plagues. This time, the words came to me. I did not know why. Percy's arrival had given me new faith. I simply did not think about it too much. I found that thinking often interferes with doing. It is one of those lessons that gods learn early in their careers.

I felt an itchy sensation of sickness curling from my fingers and into the projectile. I spoke of my own awesomeness and the various horrible diseases I had visited upon wicked populations in the past, because… well, I am awesome. I could feel the magic taking hold, despite the Arrow of Dodona whispering to me like an annoying Elizabethan stagehand, SAYEST THOU: "PLAGUEY, PLAGUEY, PLAGUEY!"

Below, more demigods joined the undead legion in attack throwing everything they got at him.

I finished chanting. Odious green mist now wreathed the arrow. It smelled faintly of fast-food deep fryers—a good sign that it carried some horrible malady.

"I'm ready!" I told Austin. "Get me next to its ear!"

"You got it!" Austin turned to say something else, and a wisp of green fog passed under his nose. His eyes watered. His nose swelled and began to run. He scrunched up his face and sneeze so hard he collapsed. He lay on the floor of the chariot, groaning and twitching.

"My boy!" I wanted to grab his shoulders and check on him, but since I had an arrow in each hand, which was inadvisable.

FIE! TOO STRONG IS THY PLAGUE. The Dodona arrow hummed with annoyance. THY CHANTING SUCKETH.

"Oh, no, no, no," I said. "Kayla be careful. Don't breathe—"

"ACHOO!" Kayla crumbled next to her brother.

"What have I done?" I wailed.

METHINKS THOU HAST BLOWN IT, said the Dodona arrow, my source of infinite wisdom. MOREO'ER, HIE! TAKEST THOU THE REINS.

As the arrow said that things gone worse. Without anyone at the reins, the pegasi panicked. To avoid running into the huge bronze Colossus directly in their path, they dove toward the earth.

Somehow, I managed to react appropriately. (Three cheers for reacting appropriately!) I thrust both arrows into my quiver, grabbed the reins, and managed to level our descent just enough to prevent a crash landing. We bounced off a dune and swerved to a stop in front of Chiron and a group of demigods. Our entrance might have looked dramatic if the centrifugal force had not thrown Kayla, Austin, and me from the chariot.

Did I mention I was grateful for soft sand?

The pegasi took off, dragging the battered chariot into the sky and leaving us stranded.

Chiron galloped to our side, a cluster of demigods in his wake. Percy Jackson rant toward us from the surf while the Roman Legion and Mrs. O'Leary kept the Colossus occupied.

"The plague arrow is ready!" I announced. "We need to shoot it into the Colossus's ear!"

My audience did not seem to take this as good news. Then I realized my chariot was gone. My bow was still in the chariot. And Kayla and Austin were quite obviously infected with whatever disease I had conjured up.

"Are they contagious?" Cecil asked.

"No!" I spoke. "Well… probably not. It's the fumes from the arrow—"

Everyone backed away from me.

"Cecil," Chiron said, "you and Harley take Kayla and Austin to the Apollo cabin for healing."

"But they are the Apollo cabin," Harley complained. "Besides, my flamethrower—"

"You can play with your flamethrower later," Chiron promised. "Run along. There's a good boy."

"We still have one more ride," Percy said. "That is if he didn't run with the rest of the pegasi."

"Good. The rest of you will keep the Colossus at the water's edge just in case."

Once the crowd disperse, Chiron gave me his bow. "Make the shot."

I stared at the massive composite recursive, which had drawn weight of a hundred pounds. "This is meant for the strength of a centaur, not a mortal teen!"

"You created the arrow," he said. "Only you can shoot it without succumbing to the disease. Only you can hit such a target You must do this. You are the lord of archery and illness."

"I'm not lord of anything!" I wailed. "I'm a stupid ugly mortal teenager! I'm nobody!"

The self-pity just came pouring out. I thought for sure the earth would split in two when I called myself a nobody. The cosmos would stop turning. Percy and Chiron would rush to reassure me.

None of that happened. Percy and Chiron just stared at me grimly.

Percy put his hand on my shoulder. "You're Apollo. We need you. You can do this. Besides, if you do not, I will personally throw you off the top of the Empire State Building."

This was exactly the pep talk I needed—just the sort of thing Zeus used to say to me before my soccer matches. I squared my shoulders. "Right."

Percy then gave the loudest taxi whistle that can only be competed with my sonic whistle.

At first nothing happened. Then a black shape appeared in the sky and descended. What landed on the sand was a beautiful pure black stallion pegasus.

"Blackjack, thank gods you didn't fly off," Percy said.

Blackjack snickered something.

"What did he say?" I asked.

"He was flying west from here and wasn't at the stables when Colossus attacked," Percy said.

"You really think he can help us?" I asked.

"You're looking at the best flier out of all the pegasi here," Percy said then pointed at himself. "And better news for you, I'm the best pegasus handler in camp. Now come on!"

…

For once I was glad to ride in the back. With Percy handling Blackjack, it only made sense that I was behind him. Plus, with him handling the pegasus it would make it easier for me to fire my bow.

We soared into the air as demigods and undead legion kept Colossus busy.

As we flew next to the Colossus' ear, the Arrow of Dodona rattled in my quiver. RELEASE THY BREATH, he advised. DROPETH THY SHOULDER.

"I have shot a bow before," I grumbled.

MINDETH THY RIGHT ELBOW, the arrow said.

"Shut up."

AND TELLEST NOT THINE ARROW TO SHUT UP.

"Apollo, not that this isn't amusing, but now an appropriate time as ever to shoot," Percy said.

I drew the bow. My muscles burned as if boiling water was being poured over my shoulders. The plague arrow did not make me pass out, but its fumes were disorienting.

Yet I aimed, exhaled, and released the bowstring.

The arrow rocketed into the Colossus's ear canal and rattled in his head with a clink, clink, clink like a pachinko machine.

The Colossus halted. He stared at the horizon as if confused. He looked at the sky, then arched his back and lurched forward, making a sound like a tornado ripping off the roof of a warehouse. Because his face had no other open orifices, the pressure of his sneeze forced geysers of motor oil out of his ears, spraying the dunes with environmentally unfriendly sludge.

"Was that a sneeze?" Percy asked.

I nodded. "I'm afraid I—I summoned a rather benign illness. I believe I have given the Colossus a case of hay fever."

The statue arched his back again, and everyone on the beach cringed in anticipation. The Colossus inhaled several cubic acres of air through his ear canals, preparing for his next blast.

"Let's get out of here, Blackjack," Percy said. Blackjack soared away from the ear as fast as he could. Which was a wise choice. The Colossus would clear his head and stomp all of us flat. Hay fever could make a person cranky. I knew this because I invented hay fever. Still, I had never intended it to be a killing affliction. I certainly never expected facing the wrath of a towering metal automaton with extreme seasonal allergies. I cursed my shortsightedness and mortality!

What I had not consider was the damage already done to the Colossus metal joints—in, his neck.

The Colossus rocked forward with a mighty CHOOOOO! I flinched and almost missed the decisive moment when the statue's head achieve first stage separation from his body. It hurtled over Long Island Sound, and face spinning in and out of view. It hit the water with a mighty WHOOSH and bobbed for a moment. Then the air blooped out of its neck hole and the gorgeous regal visage of yours truly sank beneath the waves.

The statue's decapitated body tilted and swayed. If it had fallen backward, it might have crushed even more of the camp. Instead, it toppled forward. Mrs. O'Leary and campers scrambled out of the way as the Colossus hit the water, sending forty-foot tidal waves to port and starboard.

The roar of the statue's fall finally stopped echoing off the hills.

"Uh, what just happen?" Percy asked.

"I believe," I said, "the Colossus sneezed his head off."