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 Chase Some Storm Spirits Underground

I as afraid we'd lose our target. The ventus moved like... well, like the wind.

"Speed up!" I urged.

"Bro," Leo said, "if I get any closer, he'll spot us. Bronze dragon ain't exactly a stealth plane."

"Slow down!" Piper yelped.

The storm spirit dove into the grid of downtown streets. Festus tried to follow, but his wingspan was way too wide. His left wing clipped the edge of a building, slicing off a stone gargoyle before Leo pulled up.

"How the heck did Beckendorf drive Festus through Manhattan?" Leo complained trying to control Festus through the buildings.

"What?" Piper asked.

"Nothing."

"Get above the buildings," I suggested. "We'll track him from there."

"You want to drive this thing?" Leo grumbled, but he did what I asked.

After a few minutes, I spotted the storm spirit again, zipping through the streets with no apparent purpose-blowing over pedestrians, ruffling flags, making cars swerve.

"Oh great," Piper said. "There's two."

She was right. A second ventus blasted around the corner of the Renaissance Hotel and linked up with the first. They wove together in a chaotic dance, shooting to the top of a skyscraper, bending a radio tower, and diving back down toward the street.

"Those guys do not need any more caffeine," Leo said.

"I guess Chicago's a good place to hang out," Piper said. "Nobody's going to question a couple more evil winds."

"More than a couple," I said. "Look."

The dragon circled over avenue next to a lake-side park. Storm Spirits were converging-at least a dozen of them, whirling around a big public art installation.

"Which one do you think is Dylan?" Leo asked. "I wanna throw something at him."

I focused on the art installation. The closer we got to it, the faster my heart beat. It was just a public fountain, but it was unpleasantly familiar. Two five story monoliths rose from either end of a long granite reflecting pool. The monoliths seemed to be built of video screens, flashing te combine image of a giant face that spewed water into the pool.

Maybe it was just a coincidence, but it looked like a high-tech super-size version of that ruined reflecting pool I'd seen in my dreams, with those dark masses jutting from either end. As I watch, the image on the screens changed to the Sleeping Woman's face.

Then the screens went dark. The venti swirled together into a single funnel cloud and skittered across the fountain, kicking up a waterspout almost as high as the monoliths. They got to its center, popped off a drain cover, and disappeared underground.

"Did they just go down the drain?" Piper asked. "How are we supposed to follow them?"

"Maybe we shouldn't," Leo said. "That fountain thing is giving me seriously bad vibes. And aren't we supposed to, like, beware the earth?"

I felt the same way, but we had to follow. Even if we can find Bianca without Aeolus, we need to save Coach Hedge.

"Put us down in that park," I suggested. "We'll check it out on foot."

Festus landed in an open area between the lake and the skyline. The signs said Grant Park, and I imagined it would've been a nice place in the summer, but now it was a field of ice, snow, and salted walkways. The dragon's hot metal feet hissed as we touched down. Festus flapped his wings unhappily and shot fire in the sky, but there was no one around to notice. The wind is coming off the lake bitter cold. Anyone with sense would be inside. My eyes stung so badly, I could barely see.

We dismounted, and Festus the Dragon stomped his feet. One of his ruby eyes flickered, so it looked like he was blinking.

"Is that normal?" I asked.

Leo pulled a rubber mallet from his tool belt. He whacked the dragon's bad eye, and the light went back to normal. "Probably just a side effect from the control disc being charred. Hopefully that's all we have to worry about," Leo said. "But just in case, maybe he shouldn't hang around here. Maybe if I had a dog whistle..."

He rummaged in his tool belt, but came up with nothing.

"Too specialized?" he guessed. "Okay, give me a safety whistle. They got that in lots of machine shops."

This time, Leo pulled out a big plastic orange whistle. "Coach Hedge would be jealous! Okay, Festus, listen." Leo blew the whistle. The shrill sound probably rolled all the way across Lake Michigan. "You hear that, come find me, okay? Until then, you fly wherever you want. Just try not to barbecue any pedestrians."

The dragon snorted-hopefully in agreement. Then he spread his wings and launched into the air.

Piper shivered and I remembered my promise to get her a new snowboarding coat. I hope I live long enough to find her one. Truth be told, the idea I'm about to face a power that the strength of Hercules might not be enough to save me from scares me. For something to be more powerful than the strength of Hercules, would be like saying it's more powerful than Hercules himself. What could be more powerful than Hercules?

Well there's the giants, a voice in my head said.

As much as I want to argue about it, I couldn't. The giants were defeated by demigods and gods working together. So it's possible they are more powerful than Hercules. But I got the feeling Hera wasn't warning me about another giant in Chicago.

The wind chill brought me back to reality.

"Let's get out of the wind," I suggested. "Then we can find a safe place to eat before we go looking for the storm spirits' mistress."

"Down the drain," Piper shuddered. "Sounds like a cozy place to eat."

We wrapped ourselves up as best as we could and headed toward the fountain.

...

According to the plaque, it was called Crown Fountain. All the water had emptied out except for a few patches that were starting to freeze. It didn't seem right to me that the fountain would have water in it in the winter anyway. Then again, those big monitors had flashed the face of our enemy dirt Woman wasn't right, either. Neither of them especially didn't seem as right as the idea there is someone more powerful than Hercules. The ladder dropped into a brickwork tunnel running north to south. The air was warm and dry, with only a trickle of water on the floor.

Piper and Leo climbed down after me.

"Are all sewers this nice?" Piper wondered.

"No," Leo said. "Trust me."

I frowned. "How do you know-"

"Hey, man, I ran away six times. I've slept in some weird places, okay? So which way do we go?"

I tilted my head listening, then pointed south. "That way."

"How can you be sure?" Piper asked.

"There's a draft blowing south," I said. "Maybe the venti went with the flow. Looks like its one way for now, so let's stop and rest first. We been going nonstop for over a day. Leo, can you pull any food from that tool belt?"

"Thought you never ask. Chef Leo is on it!"

Piper and I sat on a brick ledge while Leo shuffled through his pack.

I didn't want to admit it to the others I was scared about what Hera told me. Not yet."

"It'll be fine," Piper said.

"What?" I asked.

"You're worried about what we're about to face, right? It'll be fine. Zethes said it himself that this mistress isn't aware of Hercules' strength, so even if she has some kind of power stronger than the strength of Hercules, she might not be aware of it."

"Yeah, that's true," I said. "But that still leaves a question of who this mistress is that has the power of Heracles but never met him as a demigod? I mean, the way Zethes said it, it sounded like she would been alive when both the Boreads and Hercules were mortal-back in ancient Greece."

"You're right. None of it makes sense," Piper said. "I can only guess it's another immortal being that was once mortal."

A few feet away, Leo lit a small cooking fire. He hummed as he pulled supplies out of his pack and his tool belt.

In the firelight, Piper's eyes seemed to dance. I had been studying them for days now, and I still couldn't decide what color they were.

"I know this must suck for you," I said. "Not just the quest, I mean. The way I appeared on the bus, the Mist messing with your mind, and making you think I was... you know."

She dropped her gaze. "Yeah, well. None of us asked for this. It's not your fault."

She tugged at the little braids on each side of her head. Again, I thought how glad I was that she'd lost the Aphrodite blessing. With the makeup and the dress and the perfect hair, she'd looked about twenty-five, glamorous, and completely out of my league. I'd never thought beauty as a form of power, but that's the way Piper had seemed-powerful.

I liked regular Piper better-someone I could hang out with. But the weird thing was, I couldn't quite get that other image out of my head. It hadn't been an illusion. That side of Piper was there too. She just did her best to hide it.

I decided to change subjects but what came to my mind to ask didn't seem the right moment to ask but I need to know. "Did Annabeth tell you anything about Bianca that might help us find her?"

Piper shook her head. "Just that she has a brother out there somewhere. A son of Hades. But other than that I don't know. Maybe we're suppose to follow the dead or something since Hades is the god of the dead."

As weird as that sounds, it actually sounded like a good start. No worse than chasing Storm Spirits to look for Aeolus at least. The problem is, we only have two days to save Hera, and we can't spend too much time ghost hunting just to find out Bianca's location.

Over at the fire, Leo stirred some sizzling bell peppers and meat in a pan. "Yeah, baby! Almost there!"

"I guess we're better off sticking to the plan to go to Aeolus," I said. "It will be quicker than hunting down ghost just to find Bianca's location. Which means we still need the storm spirits."

"And bingo!" Leo announced.

He came over with three plates stacked on his arms like a waiter. I had no idea where he'd gotten all the food, or how he'd put it together so fast, but it looked amazing: pepper and beef tacos with chips and salsa. No way all that came from his toolbelt.

"Leo," Piper said in amazement. "How did you-?"

"Chef Leo's Taco Garage is fixing you up!" he said proudly like it was some kind of logo he came up with on the spot. "And by the way, it's tofu, not beef, beauty queen, so don't freak. Just dig in!"

...

I wasn't sure about tofu, but the tacos tasted as good as they smelled. While we ate, Leo tried to lighten the mood and joke around. I was grateful Leo was with us. It made being with Piper a little less intense and uncomfortable. At the same time, I kinda wish I was alone with her, but I chided myself for feeling that way.

After Piper ate, I encourage her to get some sleep as we'll need as much rest as we can get if we are to fight our mystery mistress. WIthout another word, she curled up and put her head in my lap. In two seconds she was snoring.

I looked up at Leo, who was trying not to laugh.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, drinking lemonade Leo had made from canteen water and powdered mix.

"Good, huh?" Leo grinned.

"You should start a stand," I said. "Make some serious coin."

But as I stared at the embers of fire, something been bothering me. "Leo... is it really true about all that fire stuff you did?"

Leo faltered. "Yeah, well..." He opened his hand. A small ball of flame burst to life, dancing across his palm.

"That is so cool," I said. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Leo closed his hand and the fire went out. "Didn't want to look like a freak."

"I have lightning and wind powers along with super strength," I reminded him. "Piper can turn beautiful and charm people into giving her BMWs. You're no more a freak than we are."

Leo snorted. "So you figured Piper's special power, too huh?"

I shrugged. "Only after Khione told Boreas what Piper was doing to try and get him to help us. If it's a rare blessing of Aphrodite, it would more sense into why we were chosen to be the prophecy of Seven. Annabeth told me Thalia raised her but she knows Thalia didn't have my strength."

"Well, Hephaestus cabin doesn't see fire powers as cool. Nyssa told me they're super rare. When a demigod like me come around, bad things happen. Really bad."

"Maybe it's the other way around," I suggested. "Maybe people with special gifts show up when bad things are happening because that's when they're needed most. If that's the case, maybe the other four have special rare blessings too."

Leo cleared away the plates. "Maybe. But I'm telling you... it's not always a gift."

I fell silent. "You're talking about your mom, aren't you? The night she died."

Leo didn't answer. He didn't have to. The fact he was quiet, not joking around-that told me enough.

"Leo, her death wasn't your fault. Whatever happened that night-it wasn't because you could summon fire. Tis Dirt Woman, whoever she is, has been trying to ruin you for years, mess up your confidence, take away everything you care about. She's trying to make you feel like a failure. You're not. You're important."

"That's what she said," Leo looked up, his eyes full of pain. "She said I was meant to do something important-something that would make or break that big prophecy about the seven demigods. THat's what scares me I don't know if I'm up to it."

I wanted to tell him everything would be all right, but it would've sounded fake. I didn't know what would happen. We were demigods, which meant sometimes things didn't end okay.

If you asked most kids, "Hey, you want to summon fire or lift a mechanical crane with your bare hands, or charm someone to get what you want?" they'd think it sounded pretty cool. But those powers went along with hard stuff, like sitting in a sewer in the middle of winter, running from monsters, losing your memory, and having dreams that warn you of your own death.

Leo poked at the remnants of his fire, turning over red-hot coals with his bare hands.

"We made a good team back in Detroit," I told him. "Even without your fire power, what you did to those cranes, and my strength, we had two of the three Cyclops down easy. Maybe next time we can see about combining your fire power with my wind power."

Leo smirked at the idea. "That would be awesome, as long as it's not up against any fire immune monsters. My fire power only worked on the lady cyclops because there was an engine block suspended by a single link chain to drop on her."

"Not to mention not spin around so much to toss something big and heavy,:" I said. "I really think that's why she got the upper hand on me throwing that crane."

"You ever wonder about the other four demigods? I mean...besides having special gifts like us? Like, who are the others? Where are they?"

I had thought about that all right, but I tried to push it out of my mind, I had a horrible suspicion I would be expected to lead those demigods, and I was afraid I would fail.

You'll tear each other apart, Boreas had promised.

I had been trained never to show fear. I was sure of that from my dream with the wolves. I was suppsoed to act confident, even if I didn't feel it. But Leo and Piper were depending on me, and I was terrified of failing them. If I had to lead a group of six-six who might not get along-that would be even worse.

Then there was what Hera said about Annabeth's boyfriend...

"I think Annabeth's boyfriend Percy, might be one of the other four," I said. "Hera said so herself. The two of us are supposed to accomplish what Hercules and Periclymenus couldn't with the Prophecy of Seven. Zethes mentions that the argonauts had to leave the two behind on their quest for the golden fleece. So I'm guessing we're supposed to complete the quest involving the prophecy."

Leo grunted. "At least that's one down. Now we just need to find out his location and we have three more to go."

I got the feeling more like two to go as Annabeth most likely would take part of the quest once she finds out Percy does. I don't know if Annabeth has any special rare Athena power, but if I'm right, I'm not going to tell her no.

The draft picked up, blowing toward the south end of the tunnel.

"Get some rest, Leo," I said. "I'll take my first watch."

...

It was hard to measure time, but I figure my friends slept about four hours. I didn't mind. Now that I was resting, I didn't really feel the need for more sleep. I was knocked out long enough on the dragon. Plus, I needed time to think about the quest, my sister Thalia, and Hera's warning. I also didn't mind Piper using me as a pillow. She had a cute way of breathing when she slept-inhaling through the nose, exhaling with a little puff through the mouth. I was almost disappointed when she woke up.

Finally we broke camp and started down the tunnel.

It twisted and turned and seemed to go on forever. I wasn't sure what to expect at the end-a dungeon, a mad scientist lab, or maybe a sewer reservoir where all Porta=Potty sludge ends up, forming an evil toilet face large enough to swallow the world.

Instead, we found polished steel elevator doors, each one engraved with a cursive M. Next to the elevator was a directory, like for a department store.

"M for Macy's?" Piper guessed. "I think they have one in downtown Chicago."

"Or Monocle Motors still," Leo said. "Guys read the directory. It's messed up."

Parking, Kennels, Main Entrance: Sewer Level

Furnishing and Café M: 1

Woman's Fashion and Magical Appliances: 2

Men Wear and Weaponry: 3

Cosmetics, Potions, Poisons, & Sundries: 4

"Kennels for what?" Piper said. "And what kind of department store has its entrance in a sewer?"

"Or sells poisons," Leo said. "Ma, what does 'sundries' even mean? Is that like underwear?"

I took a deep breath. "When in doubt, start at the top."

...

The doors slid open on the fourth floor, and the scent of perfume wafted into the elevator. I stepped out first, sword ready.

"Guys," I said. "You've got to see this."

Piper joined me and caught her breath. "This is not Macy's."

The department store looked like the inside of a kaleidoscope. The entire ceiling was a stained glass mosaic with astrological signs around a giant sun. The daylight streaming through it washed everything in a thousand different colors. The upper floors made a ring of balconies around huge central atrium, so we could see all the way down to the ground floor. Gold railings glittered so brightly, they were hard to look at.

Aside from the stained glass ceiling and the elevator, I couldn't see any other windows or doors, but two sets of glass escalators ran between the levels. The carpeting was a riot of oriental patterns and colors, and the racks of merchandise were just as bizarre. THere was too much to take in at once, but I saw normal stuff like shirt racks and shoe trees mixed in with armored manikins, beds of nails, and fur coats that seemed to be moving.

Leo stepped to the railing and looked down. "Check it out."

In the middle of the atrium a fountain sprayed water twenty feet into the air, changing color from red to yellow to blue. The pool glittered with gold coins, and on either side of the fountain stood a gilded cage-like an oversize canary cage.

Inside one, a miniature hurricane swirled, and lightning flashed. Somebody had imprisoned the storm spirits, and the cage shuddered as they tried to get out. In the other, frozen like a statue, was a short, buff satyr, holding a tree-branch club.

"Coach Hedge!" Piper said. "We've gotta get down there."

A voice said, "May I help you find something?"

All three of us jumped back.

A woman had just appeared in front of us. She wore an elegant black dress with diamond jewelry, and she looked like a retired fashioned model-maybe fifty years old, though it was hard for me to judge. Her long dark hair swept over one shoulder, and her face was gorgeous in that surreal supermodel way-thin and haughty and cold, not quite human. With their long red painted nails, her fingers looked more like talons.

She smiled. "I'm so happy to see new customers. How may I help you?"

Leo glanced at me like. All yours.

"Um," I started, "is this your store?"

The woman nodded. 'I found it abandoned, you know. I understand so many stores are, these days. I decided it would make the perfect place. I love collecting tasteful objects, helping people, and offering quality goods at reasonable prices. So this seemed a good... how do you say... first acquisition in this country."

She spoke with a pleasing accent, but I couldn't guess where from. Clearly she wasn't hostile, though. I started to relax. Her voice was rich and exotic. I wanted to hear more.

"So you are new to America?" I asked.

"I am... new," the woman agreed. "I am the Princess of Colchis. My friends call me Your Highness. Now, what are you looking for?"

I had heard of rich foreigners buying American department stores. Of course most of the time they didn't sell poisons, living fur coats, storm spirits, or satyrs, but still-with a nice voice like that, the Princess of Cochis couldn't be all bad.

Piper poked me in the ribs. "Jason..."

"Um, right. Actually, Your Highness..." I pointed to the glided cage on the first floor. "That's our friend down there, Gleeson Hedge. The satyr. Could we... have him back, please?"

"Of course!" The princess agreed immediately. "I would love to show you my inventory. First, may I know your names?"

I hesitated. It seemed like a bad idea to give out our names. Especially mine. I remember something about my name might cause my death or something. But it seemed fuzzy.

On other hand, Her Highness was on the verge of cooperating. If we could get what we wanted without a fight, that would be better. Besides, how could this lady be a threat much less more powerful than Hercules.

Piper started to say. "I wouldn't-"

"This is Piper," I said. "This is Leo. I'm Jason."

The princess fixed her eyes on me and, just for a moment, her face literally glowed, blazing with so much anger, I could see her skull beneath her skin. My mind was getting blurrier, but I knew something wasn't right. Then the moment passed, and Her Highness looked like a normal elegant woman again, with a cordial smile and a soothing voice.

"Jason. What an interesting name," she said, her eyes as cold as the Chicago wind. "I think we'll have to make a special deal for you. Come, children. Let's go shopping."

A/N: Incase you're wondering what makes Frank unique from children of Mars, well besides his personality, I have guessed from what Mars said about Frank inheriting his mother's intelligence: intelligence and strategizing. He's also a talented archer which considering no one else in the Prophecy of Seven uses archery makes him unique. And of course there's Menelus curse (life depends on a firewood being burned to nothing).

Of course Hazel has her powers over riches of the earth and can create tunnels through the earth. and of course there's the fact in Animorph Percy Jackson series she'll eventually be the only one who can manipulate the Mist to full extent where as since Singer of Apollo, Percy can just make mortals see something that isn't there.

Annabeth does have her ability to make looms even though she doesn't discover it until Mark of Athena. But other than that she has Daedalus laptop which is close enough to Athena's rare blessing of inventing to her kids since there are inventions on the laptop design by Daedalus. Under normal circumstances I would also say her cap of invisibility as I mention earlier in the series that the cap of invisibility is actually a rare gift from Athena that she doesn't give to just anyone much less one of her children. But of course due to Annabeth's and Minerva's argument before she went on the Argo II to Camp Jupiter, the cap temporarily lost its magic.