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: I Meet the Boreads and Their Hot Looking Sister

It seemed I slept only for seconds, but when Piper shook me awake, the daylight was fading.

"We're here," she said.

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Below us, a city sat on a cliff overlooking a river. The plains around it were dusted with snow, but the city itself glowed warmly in the winter sunset. Buildings crowded together inside high walls like a medieval town, way older than any place I had seen before. In the center was an actual castle-at least I assumed it was a castle-with massive red brick walls and a square tower with a peaked, green gabled roof.

"Tell me that's Quebec and not Santa's workshop," I said.

"Yeah, Quebec city," Piper confirmed. "One of the oldest cities in North America. Founded around sixteen hundred or so?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Your dad do a movie about that too?"

She made a face at me, which I was use to, but it didn't quite work with her new glamorous makeup. "I read sometimes, okay? Just because Aphrodite claimed me, doesn't mean I have to be an airhead."

"Feisty," I said. "So you know so much, what's that castle."

"A hotel, I think."

I laughed. "No way."

But as we got closer, I saw she was right. The grand entrance was bustling with doormen, valets, and porters taking bags. Sleek luxury cars idled in the drive. People in elegant suits and winter cloaks hurried to get out of the cold.

"The North Wind is staying in a hotel?" I said. "That can't be-"

"Heads up, guys," Jason interrupted. "We got company!"

I looked below and saw what Jason meant. Rising from the top of the tower were two winged figures-angry angels, with nasty looking swords.

...

Festus didn't like the angel guys. He swooped to a halt in midair, wings beating and talons bared, and made a rumbling sound in his throat that I recognized. He was getting ready to blow fire.

"Steady, boy," I muttered. Something told me the angels would not take kindly to getting torched.

"I don't like this," Jason said. "They look like storm spirits."

At first I thought he was right, but as the angels got closer, I could see they were much more solid than venti. They looked like regular teenagers except for their icy white hair and feathery purple wings. Their bronze swords were jagged, like icicles. Their faces looked similar enough that they might've been brothers, but they definitely weren't identical twins.

One was the size of an ox, with a bright red hockey jersey, baggy sweatpants, and black leather cleats. The guy clearly had been in too many fights, because both his eyes were black, and when he bared his teeth, several of them were missing.

The other guy looked like he'd just stepped off one of my mom's 1980s rock album cover==Journey, maybe, or Hall & Oates, or something even lamer. His icy-white hair was long and feathered into a mullet. He wore pointy toed leather shoes, designer pants that were way too tight, and a god=awful silk shirt with the top three buttons open. Maybe he thought he looked like a groovy love god, but the guy couldn't have weighted more than ninety pounds, and he had a bad case of acné.

The angels pulled up in front of the dragon and hovered there, swords at the ready.

The Hockey ox grunted. "No clearance

"'Scuse me?"I said.

"You have no flight plan on file," explained the groovy love god. On top of his other problems, he had a french accent so bad I was sure it was fake. "This is restricted airspace."

"Destroy them!" the ox showed off his gap toothed grin.

The dragon began to his steam, ready to defend us. Jason sumumoned his gold sword, but I cried, "Hold on! Can I at least find out who is trying to destroy me?"

"I am Cal!" the ox grunted. He looked very proud of himself, like he'd taken a long time to memorized that sentence.

"THat's short for Calais," the love god said. "Sadly, my brother had one too many hits in the noggin ever since discovering hockey, and cannot say words more than two syllables because of it."

"Hockey! Pizza! Destroy!" Cal offered.

"-which includes his own name," the love god finished. "Of course he can be healed, but he insist to on looking like a hockey player."

"I am Cal," Cal repeated. "And this is Zethes! My brother!"

"Wow," I said. "That was almost three sentences, man! Way to go."

Cal grunted, obviously pleased with himself.

"Stupid buffoon," his brother grumbled. "They make fun of you. But no matter. I am Zethes, which is short for Zethes. And the lady there-" He winked at Piper, but the wink was more like a facial seizure. "She can call me anything she likes. Perhaps she would like dinner with a famous demigod before we must destroy you?"

Piper made a sound like gagging on a cough drop. "That's... a truly horrifying offer."

"It is no problem." Zethes wiggled his eyebrows. "We Boreads are a very romantic people."

"Boreads?" Jason cut in. "Do you mean, like, the sons of Boreas?"

"Ah, so you heard of us!" Zethes looked pleased. "We are our father's gatekeepers. So you understand, we cannot have unauthorized people flying in his airspace on creaky dragons, scaring the silly mortal people."

He pointed below, and I saw that the mortals were starting to take notice. Several were pointing up==not with alarm, yet-more with confusion and annoyance. I wonder if the Mist is making Festus look like some kind of traffic helicopter.

"Which is sadly why, unless this is an emergency landing," Zethes said, brushing his hair out of his acné covered face, "we will have to destroy you painfully."

"Destroy!" Cal agreed enthusiastically.

"Wait!" Piper said. "This is an emergency landing."

"Awww!" Cal looked disappointed. I almost felt sorry for the guy.

"We have to see Boreas. It's totally urgent! Please!" She forced a smile, which I figured must've been killing her, but she still had that blessing of Aphrodite thing going on, and she looked great. Something about her voice, too-I found myself believing every word. Jason was nodding, looking absolutely convinced.

Zethes picked at his silk shirt, probably making sure it was still open wide enough. "Well... I hate to disappoint a lovely lady, but you see, my sister, she would have an avalanche if we allowed you-"

"And our dragon is malfunctioning!" Piper said. "It could crash at any minute!"

Festus shuddered helpfully, then turned his head and spilled gunk out of his ear, splattering a black Mercedes in the parking lot below.

"No destroy?" Cal whimpered.

Zethes pondered the problem. Then he gave Piper another spasmodic wink. "Well, you are pretty. I mean, you're right.A malfunctioning dragon-this could be an emergency."

"Destroy them later?" Cal offered, which was probably as close to friendly as he ever got.

"It will take some explaining," Zethes decided. "Father has not been kind to visitors lately. But, yes. Come faulty dragon people. Follow us."

The Boreads sheathed their swords and pulled out flashlights with orange cones on them, like the ones traffic controller guys used on a runway, and turned them on. Cal and Zethes turned and swooped toward the hotel tower.

I turned to my friends."Should we follow them?"

Jason and Piper didn't look so eager.

"I guess," Jason decided. "We're here now. But I wonder why Boreas hasn't been kind to visitors? According to Annabeth, he's normally most helpful to demigods out of the wind gods."

"One way to find out," I said. "Festus, after those flashlights!"

...

As we got closer, I was worried we would crash into the tower. The Boreads made right turn for the green gabled peak and didn't slow down. Then a section of slanted roof slid open, revealing an entrance easily wide enough for Festus. The top and bottom were lined with icicles like jagged teeth.

"This can't be good," Jason muttered, but I spurred the dragon downward, and we swooped in after the Boreads.

We landed in what must have been the penthouse suite, but the place had been hit by a flash freeze. The entry hall had vaulted ceilings forty feet high, huge draped windows, and lush oriental carpets. A staircase at the back of the room led up to another equally massive hall, and more corridors branched off to the left and right. But the ice made the room's beauty a little frightening. When I slid off the dragon, the carpet crunched under my feet. A fine layer of frost covered the furniture. The curtains didn't budge because they were frozen solid, and the ice coated windows let in weird watery light from the sunset. Even the ceiling was furry with icicles. As for the stairs, I was sure I'd slip and break my neck if I tried to climb them.I'm guessing mortals coming to the hotel to stay don't get a room here unless they want to risk death.

"Guys," I said, "fix the thermostat in here, and I would totally moved in."

"Not me." Jason looked uneasily at the staircase. "Something feels wrong. Something up there..."

Festus shuddered and snorted flames. Frost started to form on his scales.

"No, no, no." Zethes marched over, though how he could walk in those pointy leather shoes, I had no idea. "The dragon must be deactivated. We can't have fire in here. The heat ruins my hair."

Festus growled and spun his drill-bit teeth.

"'S'okay, boy," I turned to Zethes. "The dragon's a little touchy about the whole deactivation concept. But I've got a better solution."

"Destroy?" Cal suggested.

"No man. You gotta stop with the destroy talk. Just wait."

"Leo," Piper said nervously. "what are you-"

"Watch and learn, beauty queen. I learned a few more things about Festus while I was repairing him,"

I hooked my fingers behind Festus' left foreleg and pulled a switch, and the dragon shuddered from head to toe. Everyone backed away as Festus folded like origami. His bronze platting stacked together. His neck and tail contracted into his body. His wings collapsed and his trunk compacted until he was a rectangular metal wedge the size of a suitcase.

I then push another button, and a handle flipped up on the top, and wheels clicked out on the bottom.

"I don't know why that doesn't come with the function. But ta-dah!" I announced. "The world's heaviest carry-on bag!"

"That's impossible" Jason said. "Something that big couldn't-"

"Stop!" Zethes ordered. He and Cal both drew their swords and glared at me. Zethes shoved the point of his sword against my chest, "Who are you? A child of the South Wind, spying on us?"

"What? No!" I said. "Son of Hephaestus. Friendly blacksmith, no harm to anyone!"

Cal growled. He put his face up to mine, and he definitely wasn't any prettier at point-blank, with his bruised eyes and bashed-in mouth. "Smell, fire," he said. "Fire is bad."

"Oh." my heart raced. "Yeah, well, my clothes are kind of singed, and I've been working with oil, and-"

"No!" Zethes pushed me back at sword point. "We can smell fire, demigod. We assumed it was the creaky dragon, but now the dragon's a suitcase and I still smell fire... on you."

If it hadn't been like three degrees in the penthouse, I would've started sweating. I glanced at my friends desperately. "Guys, a little help?"

Jason already had his gold coin in his hand. He stepped forward, his eyes on Zethes. "Look, there's been a mistake. Leo isn't a fire guy. Tell, them, Leo. Tell them you're not a fire guy."

"Um..."

"Zethes?" Piper tried her dazzling smile again, though she looked a little nervous and cold to pull it off. "We're all friends here. Put down your swords and let's talk."

"The girl is pretty," Zethes admitted, "and of course she cannot help being attracted to my amazingness, but sadly, I cannot romance her at this time." He poked his sword point farther my chest, and I could feel the frost spreading across my shirt, turning my skin numb.

I wish I could activated Festus for some much needed backup. But that would take several minutes, and that is if Festus would activate (I learned he doesn't like being waken after being deactivated the first time I discover his suitcase function), I got two winged crazy guys blocking my way.

"Look, there must be some kind of mistake," I said. "My dad is also the god of fire. Maybe that's why I smell like fire."

"He's right," Jason insisted. "This is Piper, daughter of Aphrodite, and I'm son of Zeus. We're on a peaceful..."

Jason's voice faltered, because both Boreads had suddenly turned on me.

"What did you say?" Zethes asked. "You are a son of Zeus?"

"Um... yeah," Jason said. 'That's a good thing, right? My name is Jason."

Cal looked surprised, he almost dropped his sword. "Can't be Jason," he said. "Doesn't look the same."

Zethes stepped forward and squinted at Jason's face. "No, he is not our Jason. Our Jason was more stylish. Not as much as me-but stylish. Besides, our Jason died millennia ago."

"Wait," I said. "Your Jason... you mean the original Jason? The Golden Fleece guy?"

"Of course,"Zethes said. "We were his crewmates aboard his ship, the Argo, in the old times, when we were mortal demigods. Then we accepted immortality to serve our father, so I could look this good for all time, and my silly brother can enjoy pizza and hockey."

"Hockey!" Cal agreed.

"But Jason-our jason-he died a mortal death," Zethe said. "You can't be him."

"I'm not," Jason agreed.

"So, destroy," Cal asked. Clearly the conversation was giving his two brain cells a serious work out."

"No," Zethes said. "Tell me, son of Zeus, do you have the strength of Heracles?"

Jason hesitated. "Why do you want to know?"

"We were told to watch out for the son of Zeus with the strength of Heracles," Zethes explained. "Of course there is a way to find out... after all Heracles was on our Jason's crew too, and we saw his strength."

"Watching for?" I interrupted. "You mean like in a good way: you'll shower him with fabulous prizes? Or watching like in a bad way: he's in trouble?"

A girl's voice said, "That depends on my father's will."

I looked up the staircase. My heart nearly stopped. At the top stood a girl in a white silk dress. Her skin was unnaturally pale, the color of snow, but her hair was a lush mane of black, and her eyes were coffee brown. She focused on me with no expression, no smile, no friendliness. But it didn't matter. I was in love. She was the most dazzling girl I'd ever seen."

Then she looked at Jason and Piper, and seemed to understand the situation immediately.

"Father will want to see the one called Jason," the girl said.

"Then it is him?" Zethes asked excitedly.

"We'll see," the girl said. 'Zethes, bring our guest."

I grabbed the handle of my bronze dragon suitcase. I wasn't sure how I'd lug it up the stairs, but I had to get next to that girl and asked her some important questions-like her e-mail address and phone number.

Before I could take a step, she froze me with a look. Not litterally froze, but she might as well have.

"Not you, Leo Valdez," she said.

A part of me wondered how she knew my name, but I was too busy concentrating on how crushed I felt.

"Why not?" I probably sounded like a whiny kindergartner, but I couldn't help it.

"You cannot be in the presence of my father," the girl said. "It doesn't matter if you are the son of Hephaestus or the South Wind, fire and ice-it would not be wise."

"We're going together," Jason insisted, putting his hand on my shoulder, "or not at all."

The girl tilted her head, like she wasn't used to people refusing her orders. "He will not be harmed, Jason Grace, unless you make trouble. Calais, keep Leo Valdez here. Guard him, but do not kill him."

Cal pouted. "Just a little?"

"No," the girl insisted. "And that care of his interesting suitcase, until Father passes judgement."

Jason and Piper looked at me, their expressions asking me a silent question: How do you want to play this?

I felt a surge of gratitude. They were ready to fight for me. They wouldn't leave me alone with the hockey ox. Part of me wanted to go for it, bust out my new tool belt and see what I could do, maybe even summon a fireball or two and warm this place up. But the Boreads scared me. And that gorgeous girl scared me even more. Although I still want her number.

"It's fine, guys," I said. "You go ahead. I'll fix up Festus as we wait."

"Can you fix him while he's like that?" Jason asked referring suitcase mode.

That I don't know. I never tried back in the bunker.

"Listen to your friend," the pale girl said. "Leo Valdez will be perfectly safe. I wish I could say the same for you, son of Zeus. Now come, King Boreas is waiting."