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: Jason and I Ride on Leo's Dragon

"Leo!" I yelled.

Sure enough, there he was, sitting atop of a giant bronze death machine and grinning like a lunatic. Even before he landed, the camp alarm went up. A conch horn blew. All the satyrs started screaming, "Don't kill me!" Every Cyclopes in camp stormed out of their cabins (mostly the low one next to Zeus' Cabin) ready to fend off the dragon as half the camp ran outside in a mixture of pajamas and armor. The dragon set down right in the middle of the green, Leo yelled, "It's cool! Don't shoot or smash!"

Hesitantly, the archers lowered their bows. The warriors backed away, keeping their spears and swords ready. Cyclops grumbled and complained, obviously hoping to start smashing the dragon. They made a loose wide ring around the metal monster. Other demigods hid behind their cabin doors or peeped out the windows. Except for the Cyclops, nobody seemed anxious to get close.

I couldn't blame them. The dragon was huge. It glistened in the morning sun like a living penny sculpture-different shades of copper and bronze-a sixty-foot-long serpent with steel talons and drill-bit teeth and glowing ruby eyes. It had bat shaped wings twice its length and unfurled like metallic sails, making it sound like coins cascading out of a slot machine every time they flapped.

"It's beautiful," Piper muttered. The other demigods stared at me like I was insane. The cyclopes nodded their heads in agreement.

The dragon reared its head and shot a column of fire into the sky. The demigod campers scrambled away and hefted their weapons, but Leo slid calmly off the dragon's back. He held up his hands like he was surrendering, except he still had that crazy grin on his face.

"People of Earth, I come in peace!" he shouted. He looked like he'd been rolling around in the campfire. His army coat and his face were smeared with soot. His hands were grease-stained, and he wore a new tool belt around his waist. His eyes were bloodshot. His curly hair was so oily it stuck up in porcupine quills, and he smelled strangely of Tobasco sauce. But he looked absolutely delighted. "Festus is just saying hello!"

"That thing is dangerous!" an Ares girl shouted, brandishing her spear. "Kill it now!"

"Stand down!" someone ordered.

To my surprise, it was Jason. He pushed through the crowd, flanked by Annabeth, Jeffrey the Cyclopes and that girl from Hephaestus cabin, Nyssa.

Jason gazed up at the dragon and shook his his head in amazement. "Leo, what have you done?"

"Found a ride!" Leo beamed. "You said I could go on the quest if I got you a ride. Well, I got you a class-A metallic flying bad boy! Festus can take us anywhere!"

"It-has wings," Nyssa stammered. Her jaw looked like it might drop her face.

"Amazing!" Jeffrey said in amazement.

"Yeah!" Leo said. "I found them and reattached them.""

"But it never had wings. Where did you find them?"

Leo hesitated, as though he was trying to figure out how to approach this answer.

"A secret hiding place in the woods," Leo explained. "Festus showed it to Beckendorf once but he didn't have the time to check it out before leaving for college. Since Festus short circuit and went nuts, he couldn't show it to anyone else since. But I was able to mostly repair his circuits, and he was able to show me the hiding place. I got a note from Beckendorf and everything." Leo took out a piece of paper

"Mostly?" Nyssa asked as Jeffrey took the paper.

The dragon's head twitched. It tilted to oneside and a stream of black liquid-maybe oil, hopefully just oil-poured out of its ear, all over Leo.

"Just a few kinks to work out," Leo said

"It's legit," Jeffrey said reading the paper.

"But how did you survive...?" Nyssa was still staring at the creature in awe. "I mean, the fire breath..."

"I'm quick," Leo said. "And lucky. Now, am I on this quest, or what?"

Jason scratched his head. "You named him Festus? You know that in Latín, 'festus' means 'happy'? You want us to ride off to save the world on Happy the Dragon?"

The dragon twitched and shuddered and flapped his wings.

"That's a yes, bro!" Leo said. "Now, um, I'd really suggest we get going, guys. I already picked up some supplies in Festus' hiding spot. And all these people with weapons are making Festus nervous."

Jason frowned. "But we haven't planned anything yet. We can't just-"

"Go," Annabeth said. She was the only demigod who didn't look nervous at all. Her expression was sad and wistful, like this reminded her of better times. "Jason, you've only got three days until the solstice now, and you should never keep a dangerous dragon waiting. This certainly a good omen. Go!"

Jason nodded. Then he smiled at me. "You ready, partner?"

I looked at the bronze dragon wings shining against the sky, and those talons that could've shredded me pieces. For some reason, it gave me hope that I can save my dad and keep my friends alive.

"You bet," I said.

...

Flying on the dragon was the most amazing experience ever, I thought.

Up high, the air was freezing cold, but the dragon's metal hide generated so much heat, it was like we were flying in a protective bubble. Talk about seat warmers! And the grooves in the dragon's back were designed like high=saddles, so they weren't uncomfortable at all. Leo showed us how to hook our feet in the chinks of the armor, like in stirrups, and use the leather safety harnesses cleverly conceeled under the exterior platting. Leo could have added the harnesses, but the rest seems as if the dragon was originally design to carry demigod passengers.

We sat in single file: Leo in front, then me, then Jason, and I was very aware of Jason right behind me. I wished he would hold on to me, maybe wrap his arms around my waist, but sadly, he didn't.

Leo used the reins to steer the dragon into the sky like he'd been doing it all his life. The metal wings worked perfectly, and soon the coast of Long Island was just a hazy line behind us. We shot over Connecticut and climbed into the gray winter clouds.

Leo grinned back at them. "Cool, right?"

"What if we get spotted?" I asked.

"The Mist," Jason said. "It keeps mortals from seeing magic things. If they spot us, they'll probably mistake us for a small plane or something like that.

Oh right. I remember Annabeth mentioning something like that when she broke the news that my memories of Jason were fake. I guess I'm still getting used to all this mystical stuff, or the realization that I didn't really know Jason blocked out everything else Annabeth told me about the Mist.

I glanced back over my shoulder at Jason and I saw he was clutching a photo in his hand-a picture of a girl with dark hair.

I gave Jason a quizzical look, but he blushed and put the photo in his pocket. "We're having a good time. Probably get there by tonight."

I wondered who the girl in the picture was, but I didn't want to ask, and if Jason didn't volunteer the information, that wasn't a good sign. Had he remembered something about his life before? Was that a photo of his real girlfriend?

Stop it, I thought. You'll torture yourself.

I asked a safer question. "Where are we heading?"

"To find the god of the North Wind," Jason said. "And chase some storm spirits so we can use them to find out Hera's location."