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: Hera Gives Me A Warning

I dreamed I was hit by a crane arm after spinning around like top. Everything hurt-my arms, my legs, my chest, and my head. I knew Hercules' invulnerability came from the Nemean Lion cloak he got from his first task, but this just confirm that super strength doesn't come with invincibility like Superman.

"If I'm dead," I murmured, "why does it hurt so much!"

"You're not dead, my hero," said a woman's voice. "It is not your time. Come, speak with me."

My thoughts floated away from my body. I heard monsters yelling, my friends screaming, fiery explosion, but it all seemed to be happening on another plane of existence-getting farther and farther away.

I found myse;f standing in an earthen cage. Tendrils of tree roots and stone whirled together, confining me. Outside the bars, I could see the floor of a dry reflecting pool, another earthen spire growing at the far end, and above us, the ruined red stones of a burned out house.

Next to me in the cage, a woman sat cross legged in black robes, her head covered by a shroud. She pushed aside her veil, revealing a face that was proud and beautiful-but also hardened with suffering.

"Hera," I said.

"Welcome to my prison," said the goddess. "You will not die today, Jason. Your friends will see you through-for now."

"For now?" I asked.

Hera gestured at the tendrils of her cage. "There are worse trials to come. The very earth stirs against us."

"You're a goddess," I said. "Why can't you just escape?"

Hera smiled sadly. Her form began to glow, until her brilliance filled the cage with painful light. The air hummed with power, molecules splitting apart like a nuclear explosion. I suspected if I were actually there in the flesh, I would've been vaporized.

The cage should've been blasted to rubble. The ground should've split and the ruined house should've been leveled. But when the glow died, the cage hadn't budged. Nothing outside the bars had changed. ONly Hera looked different-a little more stooped and tired.

"Some powers are even greater than the gods," she said. "I am not easily contained. I can be in many places at once. But when the greater part of my essence is caught, it is like a foot in a bear trap, you might say. I can't escape, and I am concealed from the eyes of the other gods. Only you can find me, and I grow weaker by the day."

"Then why did you come here?" I asked. "How were you caught?"

The goddess sighed. "I could not stay idle. Your father Jupiter believes he can withdraw from the world, and thus lull our enemies back to sleep. He believes we Olympians have become too involved in the affairs of mortals, in the fates of our demigod children, especially since we agreed to claim them all after the war. He believes this is what has caused our enemies to stir. That is why he closed Olympus."

"But you don't agree."

"No, nor am I the only one who disagrees," she said. "Often I don not understand my husband's mods or his decisions, but even for Zeus this seemed paranoid. I cannot fathom why he was so insistent and so convinced. It was unlike him. As Hera, I might have been content to follow my lord's wishes. But I am also Juno." Her image flickered, and I saw armor under her simple black robes, a goatskin cloak-the symbol of a Roman warrior-across her bronze mantle. "Juno Moneta, they once called me-Juno, the One Who Warns. I was guardian of the state, patrón of Eternal Rome. I could not sit by while the descendants of my people were attacked. They are the closest thing to my own demigod children. I sensed danger at this sacred spot. A voice-" she hesitated. "A voice told me I should come here. Gods do not have what you might call a conscience, nor do we have dreams, but the voice was like that-soft and persistent, warning me to come here. And so the same day Zeus closed Olympus, I slipped away without telling him my plans, so he could not stop me. And I came here to investigate."

"It was a trap," I guessed.

The goddess nodded. "Only too late did I realize how quickly the earth was stirring. I was even more foolish than Jupiter-a slave to my own impulses. This is exactly how it happened the first time. I was taken captive by the giants, and my imprisonment started a war. Now our enemies rise again and they have learned from their mistakes in the first war. The gods can only defeat them with the help of the greatest living heroes. Starting with two heroes possessing power not that had not been blessed upon a demigod and their descendants since ancient time to finish what their predecessors could not. And the one whom the giants serve... she cannot be defeated at all-only kept asleep."

"I don't understand."

"You will soon," Hera said.

The cage began to constrict, the tendrils spiraling tighter. Hera's form shivered like a candle flame in the breeze. Outside the cage, I could see shapes gathering at the edge of the pool-lumbering humanoids with hunched backs and bald heads. Unless my eyes were tricking me-they had more than one set of arms. I heard wolves too, but not the wolves I'd seen with Lupa. I could tell from their howls this was a different pack-hungrier, more aggressive, out for blood.

"Hurry, Jason," Hera said. "My keepers approach, and you begin to wake. I will not be strong enough to appear to you again, even in dreams."

"Wait," I said. "Boreas told us you'd made a dangerous gamble. What did he mean?"

Hera's eyes looked wild, and I wondered if she really had done something crazy.

"An exchange," she said. "The only way to bring peace. The enemy counts on our divisions, and if we are divided, we will be destroyed. Blessed you with the strength of Hercules knowing one day you will become my peace offering, Jason-a bridge to overcome millennia of hatred. Once you do that, then you and the son of Poseidon can accomplish what Hercules and Periclymenus could not with your name sake's quest with the prophecy of seven."

"What? I don't-"

"I cannot tell you more," Hera said. "You have only lived this long because I have taken your memory. Find this place. Return to your starting point. Your sister will help. Follow the trail of the daughter of the Underworld who travels with your sister and you two shall meet."

The scene began to dissolve. "Good-bye Jason. Beware of Chicago. Your most dangerous mortal enemy waits tere. Even with the strength of Hercules, I don't know if you be able to beat her."

"Who?" I demanded.

But Hera's image faded, and I awoke.

...

My eyes snapped open. "Watch out!"

"Whoa, sleepyhead," Piper sat behind me on the bronze dragon, holding my waist to keep me balance. Leo sat in front, driving. We flew peacefully through the winter sky as if nothing happened.

"D-Detroit," I stammered. "We were fighting rogue cyclops."

"It's okay," Leo said. "We got away, but you got knocked out when the leader threw the crane at you. Piper and I guessed you were probably dizzy from spinning around to throw that crane arm to fully dodge. How are you feeling?"

That sounded right. I remember spinning around to throw a crane arm Leo dropped for me. Then the Cyclops took Leo's remaining crane, failed to hit Piper with it before throwing it at me. After that everything went blank.

"How did you finish off the leader?" I asked. "The female cyclops?"

"Leo smashed her to dust," Piper said. "He hid in the flames the cyclops tried to burn him up using coals and kerosene and summoned fire-"

"It was nothing," Leo said quickly.

Piper laughed. "Shut up, Valdez. I'm going to tell him. Get over it."

She finished up her story of how Leo used fire to drop an engine ontop the final Cyclops, then notice the Cyclops starting to reform. Leo replaced the dragon's wiring and finished up cleaning the control disc as best as he can-Leo explain that his toolbelt can summon any tool not magical or too big thus a new control disc wasn't something he can get-and gotten us back in the air just as they'd started to hear the Cyclopes roaring for vengeance inside the factory,

As Piper spoke I did remember more of the battle and remember being impressed by how Leo got control over the crane arms. I also remember throwing a container box at one of the Cyclops to save Leo. I have to admit it, although we may not know each other as long as Hera made Leo and Piper think, Leo and I made an impressive team. And then to find out Leo could also summon fire was even more impressive.

Then I remember the Cyclops mentioning a kid they had eaten. Then one in the purple shirt who spoke Latín-A son of Mercury. I remember my head feeling like it could explode. I felt like I should know that kid, but the name was missing from my mind.

"That kid, the Cyclops mention," I said. "If they were telling the truth, then that means I'm not alone."

"Jason," Piper said, "you were never alone. You've got us."

"I-I know... but something Hera said. I was having a dream..."

"I told them what I'd seen, and what the goddess had said inside her cage.

"Nyssa said the last child of hephaestus to have the same power as me was back in 1666," Leo said. "Could Hera be talking about me?"

"I think she was referring a blessing not given since ancient Greece, as she also mention Periclymenus" I explained.

"The guy with the same shape shifting powers as Annabeth's boyfriend," Piper said as though remembering it. "Zethes mention it too. He said the Argonauts had to leave Hercules and Periclymenus because of their battle. Maybe that's what Hera meant by you and Percy accomplishing what they couldn't. But what did she mean by exchange?"

I shook my head. "I don't know, but Hera's gamble definitely refer to me. Just by sending me to Camp Half-Blood, I have a feeling she brook some kind of rule, something that could blow up in a big way-"

"Or save us," Piper said hopefully. "That bit about the sleeping enemy-the sleeping lady definitely fits the description. But how is she and the giant she mention-Porphyrion-connected to Enceladus?"

"Enceladus?" I didn't think I heard that name before.

"I mean..." Piper's voice quavered. "That's one of the giants. Just one of the names I could remember."

I got the feeling there was a lot more bothering her, but I decided not to press her.

Leo scratched his head. "Well, I dunno about Enchiladas-"

"Enceladus," Piper corrected.

"Whatever. But what's the deal with this Porpoise Fear, or something?"

"Porphyrion."

"My point is the Old Potty Face made it sound like he was the greatest threat out of all the giants."

"I think he was the giant king," Piper said.

I envision that dark spire in the old reflecting pool-growing larger as Hera got weaker. "I'm going to take a wild guess," he said. "In the old stories, Porphyrion kidnapped Hera. That was the first shot in the war between giants and the gods."

"I think so," Piper said. "But those myths are really garbled and conflicted. It's almost like nobody wanted that story to survive. I just remember there was a war, and the giants were almost impossible to kill without heroes and gods working together."

"Which is kind of hard to do now," Leo grumbled, "if the gods won't even talk to us."

"There's something else I should tell you." I said. "I have a sister out there somewhere... as in we share the same mother and father... Her name is Thalia."

"The photo in your pocket?" Piper asked. "Is that her?"

"Yeah." I replied. "I don't remember the details of my past with her, but apparently Hera left me enough memory of her to recognize her. Um-why are you smiling?"

"Nothing," Piper said. "Um, it's just-I think Annabeth told me about her. She became a Hunter of Artemis, right?"

I nodded. "Hera confirmed that we need to find her by tracking down the daughter of the Underworld that travels with her."

"Daughter of the Underworld..." Piper said. "Annabeth said there was a daughter of Hades-god of the underworld-who also joined the hunt. It could be her."

"Did she tell you her name?" I asked. "Hera said Thalia could help us find her."

"Bianca di Angelo," Piper replied.

We flew west, and I became lost in my thoughts-all of them bad. I wasn't sure how much time passed before the dragon flew dove through a break in the clouds, and below us, glittering in the winter son, was a city at the edge of a massive lake. A crescent of skyscrapers lined the shore. Behind them, stretching out to the western horizon, was a vast grid of snow-covered neighborhoods and roads.

"Chicago," I said.

I thought about what Hera said in my dreams. My worst mortal enemy would be waiting here. One that clearly scared the Boreads. But what kind of enemy would be such a threat that not even the strength of hercules might not be enough against.

"One problem down," Leo said. "We got here alive. I take it we're still going after the storm spirits?"

"Yes," I said as Piper and I talked about it as Leo was repairing the dragon. If the storm spirits' mistress is holding Coach Hedge, then it's only fair we save him when we get them. Although we got a new clue to finding Hera involving my sister, we still should save Coach Hedge. Besides, maybe Aeolus can lead us to Bianca and Thalia and if not we can at least get him to stop killing demigods.

"Okay, so how do we find the storm spirits?" Leo asked.

I saw a flash of movement below us. At first I thought it was a small plane, but it was too small, too dark and fast. The thing spiraled toward the skyscrapers, weaving and changing shape-and just for a moment it became the smoky figure of a horse.

"How about we follow that one," I suggested, "and see where it goes?"

A/N: I'm jsut going to outright say it, but this is a spoiler so skip if you want to wait, but the power Medea has that makes even Hera question whether the strength of Hercules is enough against isn't some powerful spells/curse, or some deadly potion, sun dragons, or even flames from Helios himself. It's actually the same power Piper has: Charmspeak.