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: I Get to Know My New Siblings

I woke up and immediately grabbed a mirror. There were plenty of those in Aphrodite cabin. I sat on my bunk, looked at my reflection and groaned.

I was still gorgeous.

Last night after the campfire, I tried everything. I messed up my hair, washed the makeup off my face, cried to make my eyes red. Nothing worked. My hair popped back to perfection. The magic makeup reapplied itself. My eyes refused to get puffy or bloodshot.

I would've changed clothes, but I had nothing to change into. Aphrodite took the clothes I was wearing along with my snow jacket. The other Aphrodite campers offered me some (laughing behind my back, I was sure) ,but each outfit was even more fashionable and ridiculous than what .I had on.

Now, after a horrible night sleep, still no change. I normally looked like a zombie in the morning, but my hair was styled like a supermodel's and my skin was perfect. Even that horrible zit at the base of my nose, which I'd had for so many days I'd started to call it Bob, had disappeared.

I growled in frustration and raked my fingers through my hair. No use. The do just popped back into place. I looked like Cherokee Barbie.

From across the cabin, Drew called, "Oh, honey, it won't go away." Her voice .dripped with false .sympathy. "Mom's blessing will last at least another day. Maybe a week if you're lucky."

I gritted my teeth. "A week?"

The other Aphrodite .kids-about a dozen girls and five guys-smirked and snickered at my discomfort. I knew I should play cool, not let them get under my skin. I'd dealth with shallow, popular kids plenty of times. But this was different. These were my brothers and sisters, even if I had nothing in common with them, and how Aphrodite had managed to have so many kids so close in age... Never mind. I didn't want to know.

"Don't worry, hon." Drew blotted her fluorescent lipstick. "You're thinking you don't belong here? We couldn't agree more. Isn't that right, Mitchell?"

One of the guys flinched. "Um, yeah. Sure."

"Mmm-hmm." Dew took out her mascara and checked her lashes. Everyone else watched, not daring to speak. "So anyways, people, fifteen minutes until breakfast. The cabin's not going to clean itself.. And Mitchell, I think you've learned your lesson. Right, sweetie? So you're on garbage patrol just for today, mm-kay? Show Piper how it's done, 'cause I have a .feeling she'll have that job soon-if she survives her quest. Now, get to work, everybody! It's my bathroom time!"

Everybody started rushing around, making beds and folding clothes, while Drew copped up her makeup kit, hair dryer, and brush and marched into the bathroom.

I remember Annabeth mentioning that not all cabins have their own bathrooms, but there were cabins that had their own exceptions. I guess Aphrodite was among the exceptions so children of Aphrodite don't try to hog the bathrooms from the rest of the campers just to apply makeup.

But obviously that didn't stop Drew from hogging the bathroom to herself as someone inside yelped, and a girl about eleven was kicked out, hastily wrapped in towels with shampoo still in her hair.

The door slammed shut, and the girl started to cry. A couple of older campers comforted her and wiped the bubbles out of her hair.

"Seriously?" I said to no one in particular. "You let Drew treat you like this?"

A few kids shot me nervous looks, like they might actually agree, but they said nothing.

The camper kept working, though I couldn't see why the cabin needed much cleaning. It was a life size dollhouse, with pink walls and white window trim. The lace curtains were pastel blue and green, which of course .matched the sheets and feather comforters on all the beds.

The guys had one row of bunks separated by a curtain, but their section of cabin was just as neat and orderly as the girls'. Something was definitely unnatural about that. Every camper had a wooden camp chest at the foot of their bunk with their name painted on it, and Piper guessed that the clothes in each chest were neatly folded and color coordinated. The only bit of individualism was how the campers decorated their private bunk space. Each had slightly different pictures up of whatever celebrities they thought were hot. A few had personal photos, too, but most were actors or singers or whatever.

I hoped I might not see The Poster. It had been almost a year since the movie and she thought by now surely everyone had torn down those old tattered advertisements and tacked up something newer. But no such luck. She spotted one on the wall by the storage closet, in the middle of a collage of famous heart-throbs that I guess at least most of the cabin agreed on-or at least Drew did.

The title was lurid red: KING OF SPARTA. Under that, the poster showed a leading man-a three-quarters shot of bare-chested bronze flesh, with ripped pectorals and six-pack abs. He had clad in only a Greek war kilt and a purple cape, sword in hand. He looked like he'd been rubbed in oil, his short black hair gleaming and rivulets of sweat pouring off his rugged face, those dark sad eyes facing the camera as if to say, I will kill your men and steal your women! Ha-ha!

It was the most ridiculous poster of all time. My dad and I had had a good laugh over it the first time we saw it. Then the movie made a bajillion dollars. The poster graphic popped up everywhere. Piper couldn't get away from it at school, walking down the street, even online. It became The Poster, the most embarrassing thing in her life. And yeah, it was a picture of her dad.

Of course my dad had to attract Aphrodite. When Annabeth told me yesterday gods and goddesses sometimes are attracted to mortals based on careers or interest or even looks, sometimes all of the above, I had a sinking feeling Aphrodite was attracted to my dad. Even before he was an actor he had away to attract women from what I been told. I just had hopes it wasn't the case after seeing Cabin 10 and finding out Drew was cabin counselor of it. Even before my dad was an actor.

She turned away so no one would think she was staring at it. Maybe when everyone went to breakfast she could tear it down and they wouldn't notice.

She tried to look busy, but I didn't have have any extra clothes to fold. I straightened my bed, then realized the top blanket was the one Jason had wrapped around her shoulders last night. She picked it up and pressed it to her face. It smelled of wood smoke, but unfortunately not of Jason. He was the only person who'd been genuinely nice to me after the claiming, like he cared about how she felt, not just her stupid new clothes. God, I wanted to kiss him, but he'd seemed so uncomfortable, almost scared of her. She couldn't really blame him. I'd been glowing pink.

"'Scuse me," said a voice by my feet. The garbage patrol guy, Mitchell, was crawling around on all fours, picking up chocolate wrappers and crumpled notes from under the bunk beds. Apparently the Aphrodite kids weren't one hundred percent neat freaks after all.

I moved out of his way. "What'd you do to make Drew mad?"

He glanced over at the bathroom door to make sure it was still closed. "Last night, after you were claimed, I said you might not be so bad."

It wasn't much of a compliment, but Piper was stunned. An Aphrodite kid had actually stood up for her? Maybe Annabeth was right after all about not all Aphrodite kids were like Drew.

"Thanks," I said.

Mitchell shrugged. "Yeah, well. See where it got me. But for what it's worth, welcome to Cabin 10."

A girl with blonde pigtails and braces raced up with a pile of clothes in her arms. She looked around furtively like she was delivering nuclear material.

"I brought you these," she whispered.

"Piper, meet Lacy," Mitchel said, still crawling around on the floor.

"Hi," Lacy said breathlessly. "You can change clothes. The blessing won't stop you. Only works on your looks. This is just, you know, a backpack, some rations, ambrosia, and nectar for emergencies, some jeans, a few extra shirts, and a warm jacket. The boots might be a little snug. But-well-we took up a collection. Aphrodite Cabin prepares to dress for any occasion, even casual. Good luck on your quest."

Lacy dumped the things on the bed and started to hurry away, but I caught her arm. "Hold on. At least let me thank you! Why are you rushing off?"

Lacy looked like she might shake apart from nervousness. "Oh, well-"

"Drew might find out," Mitchell explained.

"I might have to wear the shoes of shame!" Lacy gulped.

"The what?" I asked.

Lacy and Mitchell both pointed to a black shelf mounted in the corner of the room, like an altar. Displayed on it were a hideous pair of orthopedic nurse's shoes, bright white with thick soles. I'm more into casual looks and not standing out by making myself look ugly, but even I have standards to go by.

"I had to wear them for a week once," Lacy whimpered. "They don't go with anything!

"And there're worse punishments," Mitchel warned. "Drew can charmspeak, see? Not many Aphrodite kids have that power, but we resist better than most campers. But if she tries hard enough, she can get you to do some embarrassing things. Piper, you resisted her better than most. I haven't seen it a long time who is able to resist her like that."

"Charmspeak..." Piper remembered last night, the way the crowd at the campfire had swayed back and forth between Drew's opinión and mine. "You mean, like you could talk someone into doing things. Or... giving you things. Like a car?"

"Oh, don't give Drew any ideas!" Lacy gasped.

"But yeah," Mitchell said. "She could do that."

"So that's why she's head counselor?" I said. "She convinced you all?"

Mitchell picked a nasty wad of gum from under Piper's bed. "Nay, she inherited the post after Silena Beauregard left for college. Drew was the second oldest and among the senior campers from Cabin 10. Oldest campers who have been at camp long enough automatically get post, unless somebody with more years or more completed the quest wants to challenge, in which there's a duel, but that hardly ever happens. Unless you're from Ares Cabin. They duel for cabin counselor first chance they get as they only accept the strongest fighter as counselor. Counselors can also offers it to another camper but Drew isn't willing to give up her position. Anyway, we've been stuck with Drew in charge since the school year started. She decided to make some, ah, changes in the way the cabin is run."

"Yes, I did!" Suddenly Drew was there, leaning against the bunk. Lacy squeaked like a guinea pig and tried to run, but Drew put an arm out to stop her. She looked down at Mitchell. "I think you missed some trash, sweetie. You'd better make another pass."

PIper glanced toward the bathroom and saw that Drew had dumped everything from the bathroom waste bin-some pretty nasty things-all over the floor.

Mitchel sat up on his haunches. He glared at Drew like he was about to attack (which Piper would've paid money to see); but finally he snapped, "Fine." I got the feeling the real reason no one challenge Drew for the position is because she charmed speak them to step down.

Drew smiled. "See, Piper, hon, we're a good cabin here. A good family! Silena Beauregard, though... you could take a warning from her. She was secretly passing information to Kronos in the Titan War, helping the enemy."

Drew smiled all sweet and innocent, with her glittery pink makeup and her blow dried hair lush and smelling like nutmeg. She looked like any popular teenage girl from any high school. But her eyes were as cold as teel. I got the feeling Drew was looking straight into my soul, pulling out my secrets.

Helping the enemy.

"Oh, none of the other cabins talk about it,' Drew confided. "They act like Silena Beauregard was a hero. But in reality Clarisse la Rue of Ares cabin scares anyone that tries since she was friends with Silena."

"She also risked a lot bringing Ares Cabin back into the war," Mitchell said. "We would have lost the war if she hadn't done that."

"Mmm-hmm," Drew said. "Another day on garbage patrol, Mitchell. But anyways, Silena lost track of what this cabin is about. We match up cute couples at camp. Then we break them apart and start over! It's the best fun ever. We don't have business getting involved in other stuff like wars and quests. I certainly haven't been on any quest. They're a waste of time!"

Lacy raised her hand nervously. "But last night you said you wanted to go on a-"

Drew glared at her, and Lacy's voice died.

If I make it out of this quest with my dad alive, I'm going to find this Clarisse and tell her what Drew been saying about Silena. Drew probably been using her charmspeak from getting the others to tattle on her and I want to see for myself what Clarisse does to anyone that speaks bad about Silena too Drew.

"Most of all," Drew continued, "we certainly don't need our image tarnished by spies, do we Piper?"

I tried to answer, but I couldn't. There was no way Drew could know about my dreams or my dad's kidnapping, was there?

"It's too bad you won't be around," Drew sighed. "But if you survive your little quest, don't worry, I'll find somebody to match up with you. Maybe one of those gross Hephaestus guys, or one of the Cyclopes. Or Clovis? He's pretty repulsive." Drew looked her over with a mix of pity and disgust. "Honestly, I didn't think it was possible for Aphrodite to have an ugly child, but... who was your father? Was he some sort of mutant, or-"

"Tristan McLean," I snapped.

As soon as I said it, I hated myself. I never, ever played the "famous dad" card. But Drew drove me over the edge. "My dad's Tristan McLean."

The stunned silence was gratifying for a few seconds, but I felt ashamed of myself. Everybody turned and looked at The Poster, my dad flexing his muscles for the whole world to see.

"Oh my god!" half the girls screamed at once

"Sweet!" a guy said. "The dude with the sword who killed that other dude in that movie?"

"He is so hot for an old guy," a girl said, and then she blushed. "I mean I'm sorry. I know he's your dad. That's so weird!"

"It's weird, all right," I agreed. I heard it all before but it never gets less weird for me.

"Do you think you could get me his autograph?" another girl asked.

This is one of the reasons why I don't like using the "famous dad" card because people always start asking for something like autographs to weird stuff like some of his hair.

I forced a smile. I couldn't say, If my dad survives. Besides, these were my siblings and after meeting Mitchell and Lacy I realize they weren't all like Drew.

"Yeah, no problem," I managed.

The girl squealed in excitement, and more kids surged forward, asking a dozen questions at once.

"Have you ever been on the set?"

"Do you live in a mansion?"

"Do you have lunch with movie stars?"

"Have you had your rite of passage?"

That one caught me off guard. "Rite of what?" I asked.

The girls and guys giggled and shoved each other around like this was an embarrassing topic.

"The rite of Passage for an Aphrodite Child.," one explained. "You get someone to fall in love with you. Then you break their heart. Dump them. Once you do that, you've proven yourself worthy of Aphrodite and if you haven't been claimed yet, it would be a good way to get recognition from Aphrodite to be claimed. At least that was how it was before the gods swore to claim all their kids."

I stared at the crowd to see if they were joking. "Break someone's heart on purpose? That's terrible!"

The others looked confused.

"Why?" a guy asked.

"Oh my gods!" a girl said. "I bet Aphrodite broke your dad's heart! I bet he never loved anyone again, did he? That's so romantic! When you have your rite of passage, you can be just like Mom!"

"Forget it!" I yelled, a little louder than I intended. The other kids backed away. "I'm not breaking somebody's heart just for a stupid rite of passage!"

Which of course gave drew a chance to take back control. "Hardly matters," Drew said, "because, Piper, hon, you couldn't break anyone's heart anyway. And this nonsense about your dad being Tristan McLean-that's so begging for attention."

Several of the kids blinked uncertainly.

"You mean he's not her dad?" one asked.

Drew rolled her eyes. "Please. Now, it's time for breakfast, people, and Piper here has to start that little quest. So let's get her packed and get her out of here!"

Drew broke up the crowd and got everyone moving. She called them "hon" and "dear", but her tone made it clear she expected to be obeyed. Mitchell and Lacy helped me pack. They even guarded the bathroom while I went in and change into a better traveling outfit. I don't know if Drew will punish them later for this or she's letting do this just to get rid of me faster, but I wasn't going to take my time and find out after how nice Mitchell and Lacy been with me. The hand-me-downs weren't fancy-thank god-just well-worn jeans, a T-shirt, a comfortable winter coat, and hiking boots that fit perfectly. I strapped my dagger, Katoptris, to my belt.

When I came out, I felt almost normal again. The other campers were standing at their bunks while Drew came around and inspected. I turned to Mitchell and Lacy and mouthed, Thank you. Mitchell nodded grimly. Lacy flashed a full-braces smile. I doubted Drew had ever thanked them for anything. By the sounds of it, Silena might have, but that ended when Drew took over. I also noticed that the King of Sparta poster had been wadded up and thrown into the trash. Drew's orders, no doubt. Even though I wanted to take that poster down myself, now I was totally steamed.

When Drew spotted me, she clapped in mock applause. "Very nice! Our little quest girl all dressed in Dumpster clothes again. Now, off you go! No need to eat breakfast with us. Good luck with... whatever. Bye!"

I shouldered my bag. I could feel everyone else's eyes on me as I walked over to the door. I could just leave and forget about it. That would've been the easy thing. That would of been easy if they were all shallow kids.

But not all of them were.

I turned at the door. "You know, you all don't have to follow Drew's orders."

The other kids shifted. Several glanced at Drew, but she looked too stunned to respond.

"Umm," one managed, "she's our head counselor."

"She's a tyrant," I corrected. "You can think for yourselves. There's got to be more to Aphrodite than this. Silena wasn't like this after all, right?"

"More than this," one kid muttered.

"Think for ourselves," a second muttered.

"Silena was different from Drew," a third agreed.

"People!" Drew screached. "Don't be stupid! She's charm-speaking you."

"I'm telling the truth," I said. "Did Silena go through the rite of passage?"

"No," Mitchell answered. "She fell in love with Beckendorf from Hephaestus and never broke his heart."

"Then you don't need to be like Drew," I said. I didn't know how charmspeaking work, but if Silena Beauregard was a daughter of Aphrodite that never went through the rite of passage, or did any of the stuff Drew did, then there was hope for Cabin 10 after all.

Drew sneered at me, obviously not affected by charmspeak if I was using it. "You may have a little power, Miss Movie Star. Maybe I should tell them a few things about you, huh?"

I wanted to make a withering retort, but my anger turned to panic. I was a spy for the enemy. But how did Drew knew about that?Was she bluffing? Under Drew's glare, my confidence crumble?

But so was Silena Beauregard, a voice told me. And she got a happy ending.

That somehow manage to salvage what was left of my confidence. I knew from all the Greek stories my dad and I read that the gods don't let any traitor off not punished.

"Not this," I said confidently. "If it was, Silena would of died a traitor of Cabin 10, instead of being with the person she loved."

Then I turned and stormed out leaving a stunned Drew. I promised myself I would never ever go back to that cabin. I blinked away my tears and stormed across the green, not sure where I was going-until I saw the dragon swooping down from the sky.