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
Jason: We get to know the Goddess of Snow
I didn't want to leave Leo, but I was starting to think that hanging out with Cal the hockey jock might be the least dangerous option in this place.
As we climbed the icy staircase, Zethes stayed behind us, his blade drawn. The guy might've looked like a disco-era reject, but there was nothing funny about his sword. I figured one hit from that thing would probably turn me into a popsicle whether I had super strength or not.
Then there was the ice princess. Every once in a while she'd turn and give me a smile, but there was no warmth in her expression. She regarded me like I was an especially interesting science specimen-one she couldn't wait to dissect.
If these were Boreas' kids, I wasn't sure I wanted to meet Daddy. Annabeth told me Boreas was the friendliest of the wind gods. Apparently that meant he didn't kill heroes quite as fast as others did, Ir something had changed.
I was worried that I'd led my friends into a trap. If things went bad, I wasn't sure I could get us out alive. Without thinking about it, I took Piper's hand for reassurance.
She raised her eyebrows, but she didn't let go.
"It'll be fine," she promised. "Just a talk, right?"
At the top of the stairs, the ice princess looked back and noticed us holding hands. Her smile faded. Suddenly my hand in Piper's turned ice cold-burning cold. I let go and my fingers were smoking with frost. So were Piper's.
"Warmth is not a good idea here," the princess advised, "especially when I am your best chance of staying alive. Please, this way."
Piper gave me a nervous frown like, What was that about?
I didn't have an answer. Zethes poked me in the back with his icicle sword, and they followed the princess down a massive hallway decked in frosty tapestries.
Freezing winds blew back and forth, and my thoughts moved almost as fast. I'd had a lot of time to think while we rode the dragon north, but I felt as confused as ever.
Thalia's picture was still in my pocket, though I didn't need to look at it anymore. Her image had burned itself into my mind. It was bad enough not remembering my past, but to know I had a sister out there somewhere who might have answers and to have no way of finding her-that just drove me up the wall.
In the picture Thalia looked nothing like me. We both had blue eyes, but that was it. Her hair was black. Her complexion was more Mediterranean. Her facial features were sharper-like a hawk's.
Still, Thalia looked so familiar. Hera had left me enough memory to know for certain that Thalia was my sister. But Annabeth had acted completely surprised when I'd told her, like she'd never heard Thalia having a brother-at least not one from the same mother. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe we didn't share the same mother. But how else did I know she was my sister?
Hera had taken those memories. She'd stolen everything from my past, plopped me into a new life, and new she expected me to save her from some prison just so I could get back what she'd taken. It made me so angry, I wanted to walk away, let Hera rot in that cage, but I couldn't. I was hooked. I had to know more, and that made me even more resentful.
"Hey," Piper touched my arm. "You still with me?"
"Yeah... yeah, sorry."
I was grateful for Piper. I needed a friend, and I was glad she'd started losing Aphrodite's blessing. The makeup was fading. Her hair was slowing going back to its old choppy style with the little braids down the sides. It made her look more real, and as far as I was concern, more beautiful.
I was sure now we'd never known each other before the Grand Canyon. Our relationship was just a trick of the Mist in Piper's mind. But the longer I spent with her, the more I wished it was real.
Stop that, I told myself. It wasn't fair to Piper, thinking that way. I had no idea what was waiting for me back in my old life-or who might be waiting. But I was pretty sure my past wouldn't mix with Camp Half-Blood. After this quest, who knew what would happen? Assuming we even survived. I may have Heracles' strength, but I'm pretty sure it takes more than the super strength that won the last war against the giants.
At the end of the hallway we found ourselves in front of a set of oaken doors carved with a map of the world. In each corner was a man's bearded face, blowing wind. I was pretty sure I'd seen maps like this before. But in this version, all the wind guys were Winter, blowing ice and snow from every corner of the world.
The princess turned. Her brown eyes glittered, and I felt like I was a Christmas present she was hoping to open.
"This is the throne room," she said. "Be on your best behavior, Jason Grace. My father can be... chilly. I will translate for you, and try to encourage him to hear you out. I do hope he spares you. We could have such fun."
I guessed this girl's definition of fun was not the same as mine.
"Um, okay," I managed. "But really, we're just here for a little talk. We'll be leaving right afterward."
The girl smiled. "I love heroes. So blissfully ignorant."
Piper registered her hand on her dagger. "Well, how about you enlightened us? You say you're going to translate for us, and we don't even know who you are? What's your name?"
The girl sniffed with distaste as if Piper dishonored her by not realizing who she was talking to. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you don't recognize me. Even in the ancient times the Greeks did not know me well. Their island homes were too warm, too far from my domain. I am Khione, daughter of Boreas, goddess of snow."
She stirred the air with her finger, and a miniature blizzard swirled around her-big, fluffy flakes as soft as cotton. But I got the feeling she can be dangerous too. I guess that makes her coldness more sense. She can be beautiful and ice cold like snow.
"Now, come," Khione said. The oaken doors blew open, and cold blue light spilled out of the room. "Hopefully you will survive your little talk."