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

Leo: We Go Over Our Plan

I was totally buzzing.

The expression on everyone's faces when I flew the dragon into camp? Priceless! I thought my cabin mates were going to bust a lug nut. I hate to see the look of disappointment from the Cyclops though. I guess they were hoping the next time they see the dragon they get to make things blow up.

Festus had been awesome too. He hadn't blowtorched a single cabin or eaten any satyrs, even if he did dribble a little oil from his ear. Okay, a lot of oil. I could work on that later.

So maybe I didn't seize the chance to tell everyone about Bunker 9 or the flying boat design. But hopefully Beckendorf's note gives me time to think. I could tell them when I came back.

If I come back, part of me thought.

Nah, I'd come back. I'd scored a sweet magic tool belt from the bunker, plus a lot of cool supplies now safely stored in my backpack. Besides, I had a fire-breathing, only slightly leaky dragon on my side. WHat could go wrong?

Well, the control disc could bust, the part of me suggested. Festus could eat you.

Okay, so the dragon wasn't quite as fixed as I might've let on. I'd worked all night attacking those wings, but I hadn't found an extra dragon brain anywhere in the bunker. Hey, we were under a time limit! Three days until the solstice. We had to get going. Besides, I had cleaned the disc pretty well. Most of the circuits were good. It would just have to hold together.

My bad side started to think. Yeah, but what if-

"Shut up, me," I said aloud.

"What?" Piper asked.

"Nothing," I said. "Long night. I think I'm hallucinating. It's cool."

Sitting in front, I couldn't see their faces, but I assume from their silence that my friends were not pleased to have a sleepless, hallucinating dragon driver.

"Just joking," I decided it might be good to change the subject. "So what's the plan, bro? You said something about catching wind, or breaking wind, or something?"

As we flew over New England, Jason laid out the game plan: First, find some guy named Boreas and grill him for information-

"HIs name is Boreas?" I had to ask. "What is he, the God of Boring?"

Second, Jason continued, they had to find those Venti that had attacked us at the Grand Canyon-

"Can we just call them storm spirits?" I asked. "Venti makes them sound like evil espresso drinks."

And third, Jason finished, we had to find out who the storm spirits worked for, so we could find Hera and free her.

"So you want to look for Dylan, the nasty storm dude, on purpose," I said. "The guy who threw me off the skywalk and sucked Coach Hedge into the clouds."

"That's about it," Jason said. "Well... there may be an immortal wolf involved, too. But I think she's friendly unless we show any weakness."

Jason told us about his dream-the big nasty mother wolf that he and Annabeth speculate might be the she-wolf that nursed the founders of Rome as babies, and a burned-out house with stone spires growing out of the swimming pool.

"Uh-huh," I said. "So you think you're somehow tied to this wolf named Lupa?"

"I think so," Jason said.

"But you don't know this place she showed you is."

"Nope."

"There's also giants," Piper added. "The prophecy said the giants' revenge."

"Hold on," I said. "Giants-like more than one? Why can't it be just one giant who wants revenge?"

"I don't think so," Piper said. "I remember in some of the old Greek stories, there was something about an army of giants."

"Great," I muttered. "Of course, with our luck, it's an army. So you know anything else about these giants? Didn't you do a bunch of myth research for that movie with your dad?"

"Your dad's an actor?" Jason asked.

I laughed. "I keep forgetting about your amnesia. Heh. Forgetting about amnesia. That's funny. But yeah, her dad's Tristan McLean."

"Uh-Sorry, what was he in?"

"It doesn't matter," Piper said quickly. "The giants-well, there were lots of giants in Greek mythology. Cyclopes are even thought to be a species of giants."

I find that hard to believe since I practically met all the cyclops when I met my cabinmates and although they're big, they don't quite look like giants to me. Then again, Jeffrey said they come to camp at a young age, so it might be they just aren't fully grown.

Piper continued. "But if I'm thinking of the right ones, they were bad news. Huge, almost impossible to kill. They could throw mountains and stuff. I think they were related to the Titans. They rose from the earth after Kronos lost the war-I mean the first Titan War, thousands of years ago-and they tried to destroy Olympus. If we're talking about the same giants=="

"Chiron said it was happening again," Jason remembered. "The last chapter. That's what he meant. No wonder he didn't want us to know all the details."

I whistled. "So... giants who can throw mountains. Friendly immortal wolf that will eat us if we show weakness. Evil espresso drinks. Gotcha. Maybe this isn't the time to bring up my psycho babysitter."

"Is that another joke?" Piper asked.

I told them about Tía Callida, who turned out to be Hera, and how she'd appeared to me at camp. I didn't tell them about my fire abilities. That was still a touchy subject, especially after Nyssa had told me fire demigods tended to destroy cities and stuff. Besides, then I would have to get into how I'd caused my mom's death, and... No. I wasn't ready to go there. I did manage to tell about the night she died, not mentioning the fire, just saying the machine shop collapsed. It was easier without having to look at my friends, just keeping my eyes straight ahead as we flew.

And then I told them about the strange woman in earthen robes who seemed to be asleep, and seemed to know the future.

I estimated the whole state of Massachusetts passed below us before my friends spoke.

"That's... disturbing," Piper said.

"'Bout sums it up," Leo agreed. "Thing is, everybody says don't trust Hera. She hates demigods. And the prophecy said we'd cause death if we unleash her rage. So I'm wondering... why are we doing this?"

"She chose us," Jason said. "All three of us. We're the first of the seven who have to gather for the Great Prophecy. THis quest is the beginning of something much bigger."

That didn't make me feel any better, but I couldn't argue with Jason's point. It did feel like this was the start of something huge. I just wished that if there were four more demigods destined to help us, they'd show up quick. I didn't want to hog all the terrifying life-threatening adventures.

"Besides," Jason continued, "helping Hera is the only way I can get back my memory. And that dark spire in my dream seemed to be feeding on Hera's energy. If that thing unleashed a king of the giants by destroying Hera-"

"Not a good trade-off," Piper agreed. "At least Hera is on our side-mostly. Losing her would throw the gods into chaos. She's the main one who keeps peace in the family. And a war with the giants would be even more destructive than the Titan War."

Jason nodded. "Chiron also talked about worse force stirring on the solstice, with it being a good time for dark magic, and all-something that could awaken if Hera were sacrificed on that day. And this mistress who's controlling the storm spirits, the one who wants to kill all the demigods-"

"Might be the weird sleeping lady," I finished. "Dirt Woman fully awake? Not something I want to see."

"But who is she?" Jason asked. "And what does she have to do with the giants?"

Good question, but none of us had the answers.

"Well, we got something that might be of help," Piper said as if remembering something. "In the war with the giants, Heracles was able to come to the gods' aid and help fight them off with his strength. Jason, that might be why Hera blessed you with Heracles' strength."

"If Heracles was able to fight giants, maybe I can too," Jason agreed.

That would make sense, I thought. More sense to why Hera tried to train me as a toddler at least.

As we flew, I wondered if I'd done the right thing, sharing so much. I'd never told anyone about that night at the warehouse. Even if I hadn't given them the whole story, it still felt strange, like I'd opened up my chest and taken out all the gears that made me tick. My body was shaking, and not from the cold. I hoped Piper, sitting behind me, couldn't tell.

The forge and dove shall break the cage. Wasn't that the prophecy line? That meant Piper and I would have to figure out how to break into that magic rock prison, assuming we could find it. Then we'd unleashed Hera's rage, causing a lot of death. Well, that sounded fun! I had seen Tía Callida in action, she liked knives, snakes, and putting babies in roaring fires. Yeah, definitely let's unleash her rage. Great idea.

Jason and I are both blessed with rare powers. No doubt about that. But I couldn't help but wonder if Piper had some secret Aphrodite Power too. I thought back to all the times I teased her on how she told me she somehow convinced a car dealer to give her a car only to later call the cops which is how she got into Wilderness School. I just chopped it up as she did not want to admit she stole a car. But now I wonder if she actually was telling the truth and that was her power. Because before Aphrodite blessed Piper, it sure the heck wasn't beautiness since as long as I knew Piper, she tried not to stand out with beauty.

Festus kept flying. The wind got colder and below us snowy forests seemed to go on forever. I didn't know exactly where Quebec was. I'd told Festus to take them to the palace of Boreas, and Festus kept going north. Hopefully, the dragon knew the way, and we wouldn't end up at the North Pole.

"Why don't you get some sleep?" Piper said in my ear. "You were up all night."

I wanted to protest, but the word sleep sounded really good. "You won't let me fall off?"

Piper patted my shoulder. "Trust me, Valdez. Beautiful people never lie."

"Right," I muttered. I leaned forward against the warm bronze of the dragon's neck, and closed my eyes.