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 Battle Three Rogue Cyclops

We stopped at the doors as I tried to control my breathing. The voice of the earth woman still rang in my ears, reminding me of my mother's death. The last thing I wanted to do was plunge into a warehouse. Suddenly I felt eight years old again, alone and helpless.

Stop it, I told myself. I'm not alone this time. I have my friends.

But that didn't make me any less scared.

"Hey, are you alright?" Piper asked making me jump.

"Yeah, just anxious about what made that noise," I said.

Jason looked at me concern but nodded. With that we peered inside. The warehouse interior had a catwalk that ringed around it with stairs heading was a corrugated metal wall with emblazoned with the company logo like the one outside, but this one was almost sprayed over with grafiti. On the lower levels, I could see machines, robotic arms, half-finished trucks on an assembly line.

Then the smell hit me. One of which I was familiar with: burning motor oil and sour breath.

Something not human was inside the factory. I was certain. My body shifted into high gear, all my nerves ringling.

One of the other forklift-sized lumps shifted and snarled. "Bah, there's nobody out there. No demigod could be that quiet, eh?"

The first monster chuckled. "Probably ran away, if they know what is good for them. Looks like we're having salsa with no demigods."

Snap. A bright orange light sizzled to life-an emergency flare and we saw a nightmare scene even Tía Callida couldn't have dreamed up.

On the conveyor belt, the bed of the unfinished pickup truck being used as a fire pit. The emergency flare had glinted a mixture of tires and wood, which, from the smell of it, had been doused in kerosene. A big metal pole was suspended over the flames-a spit, I realized, which meant this was for a cooking fire.

But the most terrifying of all were the cooks.

Monocle Motors: That single red eye logo. Why hadn't I realized?

Three massive humanoids gathered around the fire. Two were standing, starting a fire. The largest one crouched with his back to us. The two facing us were each ten feet tall, with hairy muscular bodies and skin that glowed red in the growing flames. One of the monsters wore a chain mail loincloth that looked really uncomfortable. The other wore a ragged fuzzy toga that made of fiberglass insulation, which also would not have made my top ten wardrobe ideas. Other than that, the two monsters could've been twins. Each had a brutish face with a single eye in the center of his forehead. The cooks were cyclopes like Jeffrey and his brethren back at camp, but something tells me these weren't as demigod friendly as the ones cyclops weren't as demigod friendly as the ones at camp.

Even with my friends with me, at this point I was so terrified I could hardly think. The sleeping earth lady taunting me played back in my mind.

We pulled back behind the wall.

"Those Cyclopes must be what that lady was telling us about," Jason said real quietly.

"But I thought Cyclops were welcome to camp," I siad.

"They must be rogue ones," Piper said. "Annabeth told me only cyclopes that hadn't gone rogue joined camp and there were many rogue ones before the end of the Titan War."

"You think you can fix Festus and get us out of here?" Jason asked me.

I shook my head. "Might take too long. Those cyclops might notice us before I can activate him."

"Alright, we would have to take them down then," Jason said. "I probably can lift those machinery and use it against them."

As great as that sounds, I figured that might be too noisy. I slipped off my backpack and quietly started to unzip it. I manage to find a stack of tiny remote control units I'd picked up in Bunker 9. At least I hoped that's what they were. If I were to get one of the crain arms connected and use it to strike at least once that might put them at a daze for Jason to move in to attack.

I told this too my friends who seemed confuse about where I got the controllers as I didn't bring up the bunker, but agreed that was the safer approach. We decided to split up, that way if the Cyclopes spot one of us we can distract them while the other prepare to attack. This way even if they spot one of us, either Jason or me or both of us can prepare to attack.

We slipped inside and separated. I ducked behind a cargo container and worked my way toward the robotic arms until I finally reached it. The robotic crane maintenance panel was easy to find. I slipped a screwdriver from my tool belt and silently and slowly went to work. The third Cyclops was only twenty feet in front of us. We risked a lot just discussing outside from what I can guess from what the Cyclopes said, but now we need to be absolutely quiet.

The Cyclops in the toga poked at the fire, which was now blazing away, and billowing noxious black smoke toward the ceiling.

"Sump, my case of salsa is in the other warehouse. Go get it!" the biggest one told the toga cyclops.

I almost dropped my screwdriver. The third Cyclops was a female. SHe was several feet taller than the other two, and even beefier. She wore a tent of chain mail cut like one of those sack dresses my mean Aunt Rosa used to wear. What'd they call that-a muumuu? Yeah, the Cyclops lady had a chain mail muumuu. Her greasy black hair was matted in pigtails, woven with copper wires and metal washers. Her nose and mouth were thick and smashed together, like she spent her free time ramming her face into walls, but her single red eye glinted with evil intelligence.

"Yes, Ma," Sump aid as he ran off to fetch the salsa.

"Hey, ma, remember that son of Mercury we ate a while back?" the chainmail Cyclops asked. "Tasty. Little bit stringy."

"How can I forget Torque," the third cyclops said. "He try to convince us that he wouldn't taste well as he was on medication. But he tasted fine.

"Tasted like mutton," the loincloth cyclops agreed. "Purple shirt. Talked in Latín. Yes, a bit stringy but good."

From the way Torque and Sump talk to the female Cyclops, they were her sons. But I froze on the maintenance panel of the mention of purple shirt and speak Latín.

I forced to get myself back to work, but my mind was racing. A kid who spoke Latín had been caught here-in a purple shirt like Jason's? I didn't know what that meant, but I had to leave them alone for now. If we were going to have any chance to defeat the monsters, I have to make the first move on attack before Sump came back.

I looked up to see an engine block chained to a crane in suspensión. I wish I could use that-but the crane was on the opposite side of the conveyor belt. Hopefully Jason can though.

I moved from machine to machine that I could get too in hiding and did the wiring just incase I need to use more than one. The last part of my part in the plan was the trickiest. As soon as I was done with the third one, I reached for my toolbelt and summoned some wires, a radio adapter, and a smaller screwdriver and started to build a universal remote. For the first time, I said a thank you to my dad-Hephaestus-for magic tool belt.

Then the wires sparked in my hands. The Cyclopes froze and turned in my direction. Torque picked up a truck and threw it at me.

I rolled as the truck steam rolled over the machinery. If I'd been a half-second slower, I would've been smashed.

Get us out of here, I prayed to my dad, and maybe you're not such a jerk.

I got to my feet as the mother Cycloes spotted me. She yelled. "Torque, you pathetic excuse for a Cyclops, get him!"

Torque barreled toward me, but then a container box flew out of no where and slammed into him. Jason was on the other side looking as though he just threw a hard fast ball.

Using the moment I quickly toggled on my makeshift remote. One of the robotic arm whirred to life. A three ton yellow metal claw slammed the Cyclops back and grabbed him by the leg and hurled him straight up.

"AHHHHH!" Torque rocketed into the gloom. The ceiling was too high up to see exactly what happened but judging from the metal clang. I guessed the Cycclopes had hit one of the support girders.

Torque never came down. Instead yellow dust rained to the floor. Torque had disintegrated. I toggled another crain to drop a chained claw down next to Jason. "My son... you two... you..."

Fortunately Jason got the clue and yanked the chain breaking it into two as Ma Cyclops turned to us. "My son... You two... you..."

Jason picked up the chain and stared spinning causing the chain to pull the claw into the air with ease.

At that time, Sump lumbered into the firelight with a case of salso. "Ma, I got the extra spicy-" but he never got to finish as Jason released the chain and the clawflew right into Sump's chest sending him flying into the third machine causing it to drop and fall right on him disintegrating him.

Two down. But now we only had one crane left and when Ma Cyclopes turned on me, she grabbed the nearest crane arm and ripped it off the pedestal with a savage roar. "You busted my boys! Only I get to bust my boys!"

"Hey ugly!" Piper called out from the other end, The Cylcopes turned to her as I hit the button causing the crane arms to swing into action. But the Cyclopes must have saw that coming as she caught it and tore it in half and swinged it like a baseball bat at Piper who barely dodge it. Then she swung it at Jason. He wasn't so lucky as he tried to dodge but still took a hit.

Not good. There goes our muscle.

"Fools! I am Ma Gasket of the northern Cyclops! I'm not as stupid as our southern cousins!"

Ma Gasket stood about twenty feet from me now, next to the cooking fire. Her fists clenched, her teeth bared. She looked ridiculous in her chain mail muumuu and her greasy pigtails-but given the murderous glare in her red eye and the fact she was twelve feet tall, I wasn't laughing.

I glanced up. THe engine block suspended on the chain-if only I'd had time to rig it up or if Jason was still conscious, maybe we could get Ma Gasket with that. She was already right under it. Then I saw that the chain itself was a single link and my senses told me it suffered from metal fatigue.

"Take one more step and I'll destroy you with fire!" I warned.

Ma Gasket laughed. "Nice try boy, but demigods are rarely blesses with power of fire, and even if you were, us Cyclops are immune to fire. But if you wish to play with flames, let me help!"

She scooped red hot coals into her bare hands and flung them at me. They landed all around my feet. Then she picked up a barrel next to the truck. I just had time to read the stenciled word on the side-kerosene-before Ma Gasket threw it. The barrel split on the floor in front of me, spilling lighter fluid everywhere.

Coal sparked. I closed my eyes, and I thought I heard Piper scream, "No!"

A firestorm erupted around me. When I opened my eyes I was bathed in flames swirling twenty feet into the air.

Ma Gasket shireked with delight, but I didn't offer the fire any good fuel. The kerosene burned off, dying down. I quickly used this moment before the fire died down completely. I pointedone finger in the air and summoned all my will. I'd never tried to do anything so focus and intense-but I shot a bolt of white hot flames at the chain suspending the engine black above the cyclops' head-aiming for the link tat looked weaker than the rest.

The flames died and Ma Gasket looked at me astonished. "You live?" she said. "What are you?"

The chain snapped==the single link heated beyond its tollerance point-and the engine block fell, deadly and silent.

"The son of Hephaestus," I said, "And I just destroyed you with fire."

Ma Gasket didn't have time to look up.

Smash! No more Cyclops-just of dust under a five ton engine block.

I fell to my knees, my head buzzing. After a few minutes I manage to stumble to my feet. I'd never tried to summon such an intense fire before, and it had left me completely drained.

I found Piper at Jason's side, but Piper wasn't looking at Jason. Jason was unconscious as it seem the crain knocked him out. But Piper was looking at me with something like fear. "How did you-the fire-have you always..."

Realization hit me that she must have saw my trick back there. I looked down. "Always," I said. "I'm a freaking menace. Sorry, I shouldn;ve told you guys sooner but-"

"Sorry!" Piper punched my arm. When I looked up she was grinning. "That was amazing. You manage to give the female cyclops the finishing blow. What are you sorry about?"

I blinked. I started to smile, but my sense of relief was ruined when I noticed something next to Piper's boot.

Yellow dust-the powdered remains of one of the Cyclopes, maybe Torque-was shifting across the floor like an invisible wind was pushing it back together.

"They're reforming again," I said. "Look."

Piper stepped away from the dust. "That's not possible. Annabeth told me monsters dissipate when they're killed. They go back to Tartarus and can't return for a long time."

"Well, nobody told the dust that," I watched as it collected into a pile, then slowly spread out, forming a shape with arms and legs.

"Oh, god," Piper turned pale. "Boreas said something about this-the earth yielding up horrors. 'When monsters no longer stay in Tartarus, and souls are no longer confined to Hades.' How long do you think we have?"

I thought about the face that formed in the ground outside-the sleeping woman definitely a horror from the earth.

"I don't know," I said. "But we need to get out of here."

A/N: With that Leo's secret is out, Jason got to use his strength, and he still got knocked out so he would get his dream vision of Juno. I thought of sparing Jason from getting knock out, but knocking him out is the easiest way for him to see Juno. And best of all I still was able to have the Cyclopes reveal about them meeting a child of Mercury.