(A/N: So, hi again. Sorry for not posting so long! I was REALLY busy for those last few weeks. But I'm back, and here's Chapter 29. Please leave a review! It means the world to me to know what to do better. Well, enjoy!)

XXIX

Frank

Frank immediately transformed into a weasel.

It may have been stupid, but he'd spotted some basilisks within the
Giants' ranks, and he chased after them in hot pursuit, weaving between the Giants legs and scaring them off. Once he'd finished, he turned into a lion and jumped into battle, clawing the legs of a particularly tall giant.

He then went into eagle form, thankful for the better vantage point. From above, he could see that Walt and Carter were basically winning the battle on their own. Walt simply touched them, and they were gone, reduced to a giant pile of dust. Percy was going against a giant with a lion for a head. Hazel and Piper were holding their own against a giant that shone with darkness- most likely the anti-Apollo.

He swooped down to a giant that had withered flowers in his hair. There were so many giants here that there had to be some that they didn't even know about. Frank pecked one that was wearing a long, gray robe right in the eye. He screamed and Carter sliced with his sword, turning him to dust.

It was almost too easy. Until one Giant managed to spear Carter straight in the arm. Carter gasped, his hologram-thing disappeared, and he dropped straight to the ground.

Frank dropped down next to Percy, turned back into a human and shot an arrow straight into Lion-Head's left nostril, and he sneezed, which toppled him straight into Walt's waiting hand.

"Thanks," Percy muttered.

"No problem." Frank replied, and he took off again, this time in the form of a hawk. He turned into a lion and dropped onto the eye of one of the Giants, then proceeding to claw it out. The giant, which had a giant fire burning in its head, set fire to some others while trying to fling Frank off, which gave Walt the distraction he needed to turn them to dust as well. He flew off once more, landing next to Annabeth. She was fighting a giant with eyes so bloodshot he must have been the anti-Morpheus or Hypnos. Frank turned into a pool of lava, and dropped onto his head. He screamed, and Walt stomped on him, turning him to dust.

But no matter what they did, more and more giants just kept on coming. Their numbers seemed to have barely changed from the beginning of the fight.

Still, they were winning. Frank was faced with five giants, the names of which he had no idea. There were a lot of undocumented giants here. Then again, after the original giant war, many new gods had come. Perhaps these were all the opposites of those gods.

Anyways, Frank changed into an elephant, charging straight at them and toppling them like dominoes. They roared, while slowly crashing to the ground. Walt stood on them, and they were reduced to dust.

"Frank!" Walt yelled. "Get Carter out of there!"

Frank turned around and immediately turned into a giant eagle- he'd seen plenty of those- and headed straight for Carter. He'd been so focused on battling; he'd overlooked it completely. He picked Carter up in his talons and flew to the edge of the battlefield, where he dropped him off.

"I'll be fine," Carter grunted. Frank decided that he would take his word for it, and as he flew away, he saw Carter pull a vial of blue liquid- probably some kind of potion- out of his pocket and chugging it down.

Frank flew back into the fray. He landed on the back of a giant, transformed into a drakon, unbalancing him. He flew straight into Walt's hand.

There was a veil of darkness around Walt- almost like he was being surrounded by shadows. There was a powerful deathly aura about him- almost like he was death itself.

Frank transformed into an eagle to avoid getting reduced to dust. Walt was single-handedly taking out multitudes of giants, he realized. Easily the MVP.

Frank flew straight into a group of six or so giants, clawing their faces. They all fell down, writhing in pain. Really, it was Walt doing all the work- he was disintegrating giants left and right.

Suddenly, he heard a scream. He immediately flew towards it, and saw Percy lying on the ground, writhing in pain. A giant must have swung something at him and knocked him out, because he didn't have a lot of cuts. He picked him up, and carried him over to where Carter was.

As Percy regained consciousness, he immediately sat up, wincing in pain. "I'm going back."

Frank went back into his human form. "No, Percy. Sit down, and rest. You probably broke some ribs back there. We can keep going without you."

But Percy didn't listen. "I'm going back." He stood up, wincing a lot. "They need me. Just a few squares of ambrosia will do it!" he immediately sat back down due to the pain, but tried to get back up again. Frank noticed he was staring constantly at Annabeth.

"No. You stay here and let us fight." Frank replied. "And don't you dare move! If you fight you'll be more of a burden to us than a help."

Percy winced, but didn't stop. He was shuffling forward. Frank was worried- if Percy stayed here, out of the action, he would be fine. But if he went back in, Frank would have to be burdened by constantly keeping him out of harm's way.

He transformed into a tiger and unleashed an ear-splitting roar that turned Percy's face white.

"Yeah," he muttered, eyes open wide. "I'll stay."

Frank leaped back into the fray, claws unsheathed. He clawed the leg of a passing giant with his claws, then turned into an elephant and knocked him over.

But then, he saw Walt.

There were so many of them that some had managed to sneak up on him, brandishing giant axes, swords, and clubs. They simultaneously lifted their weapons.

"WALT!" he yelled, hoping he could hear it.

As Walt's avatar turned around, the giants all hit him at the same time. His avatar flickered, then vanished completely, and he hit the ground like a stone.

"Oh, crap." Annabeth muttered.

"DEATH!" one of the giants screamed, and they flooded outwards.

Without Walt or Carter, there was no hope at all. The giants completely wrecked them, no questions asked- they were easily pushing them to the edge of the mountain. Frank found himself right next to Percy and Carter, who were both sitting on the ground, looking a little dejected. The giants kept advancing, nearly pushing Frank off the edge. Percy and Carter were on the edge as well, desperately trying to keep hold.

One of the giants leaned down and sneered at Frank, who covered his nose to try to keep the smell out. "Die, little hero."

Frank tried to lift his bow, but he couldn't. The adrenaline rush had ended for him. All his strength left him, making him feel weak and helpless. The giant struck down, and Frank closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

But it never came.

When Frank opened his eyes, the giant had a reasonably sized cannonball in his face. Another had knocked his sword off.

Another volley of cannonballs raced over his head, striking some of the giants down and pushing the others back.

What the…

Frank stood up and turned around. So did everyone else. And they stared. In awe and shock.

At the Argo II, which was descending out of the clouds.

(A/N: Oh, snap. OK, answer time!

Annabeth Jackson:

No, I don't plan on making them the stars. This is a Percy Jackson book, after all. Oh, and I'm thinking 60 or so chapters.

Guest Demigod:

YES I AM SO BRINGING IN CALYPSO. Because Caleo=OTP.

Well, thanks for reading.)