Warning: Certain ancient Greek names matches words use of foul language but no foul language was intentionally used. Also if you haven't read them yet read 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Early Adventures' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Titan's Curse' and 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Magical Labyrinth' as well as the one shots 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Stolen Chariot' The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Sword of Hades', and The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Bronze Dragon' before reading this story as stuff that happened in them will be mentioned. Lastly, any one who wants to do a Demigods and Olympian reads story using 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon' is allowed as long as you inform me about it.

There's Only One Pig That Flies

Back at the Plaza, I requested that Thalia Annabeth Bianca and Grover meet me in the conference room. My dream visions were still on my mind, and our talk with Prometheus just made me worried more.

Once inside, I shut the door. "What I'm about to tell you must not spread to the other campers," I said. "Not right now, at least."

"This wouldn't have to do with what Prometheus said?" Annabeth asked.

"Part of it, but it's more have to do with my latest dream visions," I explained, "And mostly has to do with Luke's mom, the Oracle, and Bianca's and Nico's past"—I stared at Bianca who was confused—"Your forgotten past, before the Lotus Casino."

Bianca's expression changed from confuse to determined.

"Wait, Percy, are you saying you think Nico's and Bianca's past, the Oracle, and Luke's Mom are connected?" Grover asked.

"I'm not saying I think, I'm saying I know they're connected," I said.

I explained about my dream vision of Nico trying to summon his and Bianca's mom only to get a image of the past and what happened in it. I also told Bianca about my dream vision of what happened to May Castellan since she wasn't aware of it.

"So, my father curse the Oracle because he blamed her for what happened to my mother," Bianca said. "Because Nico and I were threat just because we're children of Hades?"

"Only because with World War II going on, it was a bad time to be a child of Hades," I explained rephrasing what Hades told Nico, "Since then, you and Nico have both proven otherwise."

"That's right," Thalia said. "I don't care what my father thinks, I'm glad you're one of the hunters."

Bianca smiled with reinsurance.

"There's something else," I said, "When May Castellan—when she had her episode during Nico's and my visit, she said some disturbing things, and now that I think back on it, I think it's connected to Halcyon's prediction."

Thalia flinched at the reminder of it, "A sacrifice, a choice, and betrayal."

"I think May saw Luke's future when she tried to become the host of the spirit of Delphi," I explained. "It's possible she saw the same thing Hal did."

"Percy, that's crazy," Grover said.

"Maybe, but he could be right," Thalia said.

"Especially since we don't know the extent of my father's curse," Bianca said.

A chill went down my spine as I remembered what happened to May when she tried to be the Oracle.

"Well, we should get some sleep," Annabeth said. "We got a long night ahead of us."

"You three go ahead. Bianca and I will check on the Hunters before we get some sleep," Thalia said.

"You think you can lock up Pandora's Pithos?" I asked. "And make sure none of the Hermes Cabin sees it. Last thing we need is the Stoll brothers getting curious."

"Gladly," Thalia said.

I found the nearest bed and passed out. But of course sleep brought more dream visions.

I saw the undersea palace of my father. The enemy army was closer now, entrenched only a few hundred yards outside the palace. The fortress walls were completely destroyed. The temple my father had used as his headquarters was burning with Greek fire.

I zoomed in on the armory, where my brother an some other Cyclopes were on lunch break, eating huge jars of Skippy extra chunky peanut butter. As I watched, the outer wall of the army exploded. A Cyclops warrior stumbled inside, collapsing on the lunch table. Tyson knelt down to help, but it was too late. The Cyclops dissolved into sea silt.

Enemy giants moved toward the breach, and Tyson picked up the fallen warrior's club. He yelled something to his fellow blacksmiths—probably: "for Poseidon!"—but with his mouth was full of peanut butter it sounded like, "PUH PTEH BUN!" His brethren all grabbed hammers and chisels, yelled, "PEANUT BUTTER!" and charged behind Tyson into battle.

Then the scene shifted. I was with Ethan Nakamura at the enemy camp. I recognized the place almost immediately.

We were in the backwoods of New Jersey, on a crumbling road line with run-down businesses and tattered billboard signs. A trampled fence ringed a big yard full of cement statuary. The sign above the warehouse was hard to read because it was in red cursive, but I knew what it said: AUNTY EM'S GARDEN GNOME EMPORIUM.

I hadn't thought about the place in years. It was clearly abandoned. The statues were broken and spray-painted with graffiti. A cement-satyr—Grover's Uncle Ferdinand—had lost his arm (I better not tell Grover). Part of the warehouse roof had caved in. A big yellow sign pasted on the door read: CONDEMNED.

Hundreds of tents and fires surrounded the property. Mostly I saw monsters, but there were some human mercenaries in combat fatigues and demigods in armor, too. A purple-and-black banner hung outside the emporium, guarded by two huge Hyperboreans.

Ethan was crouched at the nearest campfire. A couple of other demigods sat with him, sharpening their swords. The doors of the warehouse opened, and Prometheus stepped out.

"Nakamura," he called. "The master would like to speak to you."

Ethan stood up warily. "Something wrong?"

Prometheus smiled. "You'll have to ask him."

One of the other demigods snickered. "Nice knowing you."

Ethan readjusted his sword belt and headed into the warehouse.

Except for the hole in the roof, the place was just as I remembered. Statues of terrified people stood frozen in midscream. In the snack bar area, the picnic tables had been moved aside. Right between the soda dispenser and pretzel warmer stood a golden throne. Kronos lounged on it, his scythe across his lap. He wore jeans and a T-shirt, and his brooding expression he almost like what Luke did nine years ago after his argument with Hermes. The Luke saw Ethan, and his face contorted into a very inhuman smile. His golden eyes glowed.

"Well, Nakamura. What did you think of the diplomatic mission?"

Ethan hesitated. "I'm sure Lord Prometheus is better suited to speak—"

"But I asked you."

Ethan's good eye darted back and forth, noting the guars that stood around Kronos. "I… I don't think Jackson will surrender. Ever."

Kronos nodded before wincing. Then he stumble backward and sank into his throne.

"My lord?" Ethan started forward.

"I—" The voice was weak, but just for a moment it was Luke's. Then Kronos' expression hardened. He raised his hand and flexed his fingers slowly as if forcing them to obey.

"It is nothing," he said, his voice steely and cold again. "A minor discomfort."

Ethan moistened his lips. "He's still fighting you, isn't he? Luke—"

"Nonsense," Kronos spat. "Repeat that lie, and I will cut out your tongue. The boy's soul has been crushed. I am simply adjusting to the limits of this form. It requires rest. It is annoying, but no more than a temporary inconvenience."

"As… as you say, my lord."

"You!" Kronos pointed his scythe at a dracaena with green armor ad a green crown. "Queen Sess, is it?"

"Yesssss, my lord."

"Is our little surprise ready to be unleashed?"

The dracaena queen bared her fangs. "Oh, yessss, my lord. Quite a lovely sssssurprissse."

"Excellent," Kronos said. "Tell my brother Hyperion to move our main forces south to Central Park. The half-bloods will be in such disarray they will not be able to defend themselves."

And the scene ended.

…

I sat up so fast I banged my head on somebody's shield.

"Ow!"

"Sorry, Percy." Annabeth was standing over me. "I was just about to wake you."

I rubbed my head, trying to clean my head of the visions I saw. Tyson leading his brethren into battle and Kronos' surprise for us. I noticed that Annabeth looked grim and was holding her shield.

"Percy, I came to wake you for another reason there's an army—"

"Heading south into Central Park," I said. "Yeah, I know."

I told her of my dreams.

"So Luke is fighting control?" Annabeth asked.

"Looks like it," I replied. "I'm concern about what is the surprise Kronos was talking about."

"I don't know, and I don't like it," Annabeth said.

"Any word from the Dionysus twins?" I asked.

"Bob is fine—but Percy, they checked over him for the charm, just to be safe," Annabeth said.

"And?"

"Well, Bob is clean of any communication charm," Annabeth said

"Okay then," I said getting up.

"Okay, then! You're not going to complained?" Annabeth asked.

"Too be honest some part of me worried of there been a chance Bob still had Kronos' communication charm and without remembering what it is," I explained.

Annabeth opened her mouth to argue but didn't come up with anything.

"Give me a minute to prepare," I said grabbing my armor, "I don't want to risk the Titan Lord finding out my weak spot."

Annabeth rolled her eyes and left the room to join the troops.

…

Thalia and the head counselors were waiting for us at the reservoir. Only ones not with us was the Dionysus twins—who were staying with Bob for extra backup—Beckendorf and Silena. The lights of the city were blinking on at twilight. I guess a lot of them were on automatic timers. Streetlamps glowed around the shore of the lake, making the water and trees look even spookier.

"They're coming," Thalia confirmed, pointing north with a silver arrow. "One of my scouts just reported they've crossed the Harlem River. There was no way to hold them back. The army…" she shrugged it's huge."

"We'll hold them back," I said. "Grover, you ready?"

He nodded. "As ready as we'll ever be. If my nature spirits can stop them anywhere, this is the place."

"Yes, we will!" said another voice. A very old, fat satyr pushed through the crowd, stumbling over his own spear. He was dressed in wood-bark armor that only covered half of his belly.

Behind him was a familiar African American big dude I knew well.

"Leneus, Beckendorf, you made it!" I said.

"Well, I am a leader of the Council, and you did tell me to find Grover," Leneus said. "Well, I found him, and I'm not going to let a mere outcast lead the satyrs without my help!"

"Is Silena here with Ares Cabin too?" I asked.

Beckendorf shook his head. "Clarisse appreciated the reminder in her own way of what you said, but she's still being stubborn. Silena told me to go ahead with Leneus. I think she has a plan she don't want me to know about."

"If you asked me, Clarisse is acting like Achilles during the Trojan war," Annabeth said.

"Well, at least we have the complete support of Nature Spirits now," I said. "Not to mention we have Chiron coming with backup. Hopefully the Party Ponies."

"I hate the Party Ponies, all they want to do is party and hit heads with each other," Leneus said.

"You saying they won't help?" Bianca asked.

"Oh, they'll come if Chiron is asking," Leneus said, "But I doubt they would take this battle serious."

"Believe me, Leneus, I have an idea what the party ponies are like, Annabeth Grover Tyson and I encountered a heard of them in Miami," I reminded him, "But if Chiron can gather enough and get here during tonight battle, then I'll take my chances with their behavior."

"Hmph." Leneus said.

"Anyways… Annabeth, you and your siblings will help the nature spirits. Hunters are with us too," I turned to the rest of the counsellors, "The rest of you same plan as before. Protect the bridges and tunnels."

"And if you see any centaurs dressed in weird outfits or have toy-base weapons or painball guns or anything out of the ordinary that the enemy centaurs might have," Annabeth said, "Although chances are you won't see them coming until they start attacking the enemy."

"That's for sure," Grover mumbled.

"Good hunting everyone!" I yelled.

We hear the army before we saw it.

The noise was like a cannon barrage combined with a football stadium crow—like every Patriots fan in New England was charging us with bazookas.

At the north end of the reservoir, the enemy vanguard broke through the woods—Hyperion in his golden armor leading a battalion of Laistrygonian giants with huge bronze axes. Hundreds of other monsters poured out behind them.

"Positions!" Annabeth yelle.

Her cabin mates scrambled. The idea was to make the enemy army break around the reservoir. To get to us they'd have to follow the trails, which meant they'd be marching in narrow columns on either side of the water.

At first, the plan seemed to work. The enemy divided and streamed toward us along the shore. When they were halfway across, our defenses kicked in. The jogging trail erupted in Greek fire, incinerating many of the monsters instantly.

Others flailed around, engulfed in green flames. Athena campers threw grappling hooks around the largest giant and pulled them to the ground.

In the woods on the right, the Hunters sent a volley of silver arrows into the enemy line, destroying twenty or thirty dracaenae, but more marched behind them. A bolt of lightning crackled out of the sky and friend a Laistrygonian giant to ashes. Then there was a huge crack in the crevice under the monsters feet sending them into it. I knew instantly it was Bianca's and Thalia's doing as daughters of Zeus and Hades.

Grover raised his pipes and played a quick tune. A roar went up from the woods on both sides as every tree, rock, and bush seemed to sprout a spirit. Dryads and satyrs raised their clubs and charged. The trees wrapped around the monsters, strangling them. Grass grew around the feet of the enemy archers. Stones flew up and hit the dracaenae in the faces.

The enemy slogged forward. Giants smashed through the trees, an dryads faded as their life sources were destroyed. Hellhounds lunged at the timber wolves, knocking them aside. Enemy archers returned fired, and a Hunter fell from a high branch.

"Percy!" Annabeth grabbed my arm and pointed at the reservoir. Hyperion wasn't waiting for his forces to advance around the sides. He was charging toward us, walking straight over the top of the lake.

A Greek firebomb exploded right on top of him, but he raised his palm and sucked the flames out of air.

"Annabeth, keep the forces mobilize," I ordered.

"Percy what are you doing?" Annabeth asked.

"If Hyperion is bringing the battle to the water, then I'm the best to respond," I said.

I condensed the water as I started running across the water while at the same time summoning one of my personal hurricane wall of water. I manage to slam him with the force of my hurricane.

"Son of the sea god, I should have known," Hyperion said.

I responded with another hurricane powered body slam.

Hyperion tried to burn me but my hurricane wall blew out his flames. The Titan army tried to attack me with their weapons but they just bounced off the storm.

This is the first time I actually used my powers over hurricane as both an offensive and defensive method and I must say, it was effective. I started using my sword to slash at Hyperion so fast he barely had time to respond.

"Percy!" Grover called. "Bring him over here!"

I nodded and send a gale force of hurricane wind into Hyperion and send him across the field, straight where Grover was waiting.

"I will not be toyed with!" Hyperion bellowed.

He managed to get to his feet again, but Grover put his reed pipes to his lips and began to play. Leneus joined him. Around the grove every satyr took up the song—an eerie melody, like a creek flowing over stones. The ground erupted at Hyperion's feet. Gnarled roots wrapped around his legs.

"What's this?" he protested. He tried to shake off the roots, but he was still weak from my earlier attacks. The roots thickened until he looked like he was wearing wooden boots.

"Stop this!" he shouted. "Your woodland magic is no match for a Titan!"

But the more he struggled the faster the roots grew. They curled about his body, thickening and hardening into bark. His golden armor melted into the wood, becoming part of a trunk.

The music continued. Hyperion's forces backed up in astonishment as their leader was absorbed. He stretched out his arms and they became branches, from which smaller branches shot out and grew leaves. The tree grew taller and thicker, until only the Titan's face was visible in the middle of the trunk.

"You cannot imprison me!" he bellowed. "I am Hyperion! I am—"

The bark closed over his face.

Grover took his pipes out of his mouth. "You are a very nice maple tree."

Several of the other satyrs passed out from exhaustion, but they'd done their job well. The Titan Lord of Light was completely encased in an enormous maple. The trunk was at least twenty feet in diameter, with branches as tall as any in the park. The tree looked as if it been there for centuries.

The Titan army started to retreat. A cheer went up from the Athena cabin, but our victory was short-lived.

Because just then Kronos unleashed his surprise.

"REEEEET!"

The squeal echoed through upper Manhattan. Demigods and monsters aike froze in terror.

Grover shot me a panicked look. "Why does that sound like… It can't be!"

I knew what he was thinking. Two years ago we'd gotten a "gift" from Pan—a huge boar that carried us across the Southwest after Thalia and I forced it off a cliff causing it to fall in snow. The boar had a similar squeal, but what we were hearing now seemed higher pitched, shriller.

"REEEEET!" A huge pink creature soured over the reservoir—a giant pig with wings.

"A Crommyonian sow!" Annabeth cried. "Take cover."

The demigod scattered as the winged pig swooped down. Her wings were pink like a flamingo's, which match it's skin. If you ever wonder where the saying 'When Pigs fly' came from, this was your answer.

The Crommyonian Sow, nickname Man-eating pig. It uses to terrorized ancient Greek cities way in the day. Some say no hero has been able to defeat it, others say my half-brother Theseus defeated it on his way to Athens. Either way, this was not a monster you did not want to be in its way when it tries to land.

The sow slammed into the ground, barely missing one of Annabeth's siblings. The pig stomped around and tore down half an acre of trees, belching a cloud of noxious gas. Then it took off again, circling around for another strike.

The Titan's army was recovering from its shock. I guess they realized the pig wasn't after them.

We only had seconds before they were ready to fight, and our forces were still in panic. Every time the sow belched, Grover's nature spirits yelped and faded back into their trees.

"Malcom, give me a grappling hook," I ordered.

Malcom nodded and handed me one.

"I'll take care of the Crommyonian Sow. You guys try and slow down the army. Retreat if you have to," I ordered as I took out my dog whistle. "Annabeth here, use this to call Mrs. Leary to help."

I tossed it to Annabeth, who caught it and nodded.

I swung the grappling hook like a lasso. When the sow came down for its next pass, I threw with all my strength. The hook wrapped around the base o the pig's wing. It squealed I rage and veered off, yanking the rope and me into the sky.

There are only a few times I have pray to Zeus for forgiveness before I entered his domain. One of which was last year when I used Daedalus' wings to escape Daedalus' workshop. This time it was because I was so high up in the air that I'm sure is not recommended for children of Poseidon.

The sow soared past the Plaza Hotel straight into the canyon of Fifth Avenue. I was hoping to climb the rope and get on the pig's back, but I been too busy swinging around and dodging streetlamps and sides of buildings at a hundred miles an hour.

I tried to think back to the stories of Theseus. He supposedly killed the Sow by acting like a matador and dodge the pig at the last moment before slashing it. Not really helpful for me right now.

We zigzagged along several blocks and continued south on Park Avenue.

Boss! Hey, boss! Out of the corer of my eye, I saw Blackjack speeding along next to us, darting back and forth to avoid the pig's wings.

"Watch out!" I told him.

Hop on! Blackjack whinnied. I can catch you… probably.

That wasn't reassuring. Grand Central Terminal lay dead ahead. Above the main entrance stood the giant statue of Hermes, which I guess hadn't been activated because it was so high up. But we were.

"Stay alert," I told Blackjack. "I've got an idea."

Blackjack nodded and slowed own so he was right behind us.

I swung outward with all my might. Instead of smashing into Hermes statue, I whipped around it, circling the rope under it's arms. The pig wretched the statue loose from its pedestal, which thankfully slowed it down in order to do.

"Blackjack, now!" I yelled as I let go. Hermes went for a ride, taking my place as the pig's passenger as I fell free style to the street until Blackjack swooped down under me and I landed on its.

The only problem was it wasn't a comfortable landing that the Achilles Curse saved me pain from. In fact, when I yelled "OW!" my voice was an octave higher than usual.

Sorry, boss, Blackjack murmured.

"No problem," I squeaked. "Follow that pig!"

The porker had taken a right at East 42nd and was flying back toward Fifth Avenue. When it flew above the roof tops, I could see fires here and there around the city. It looked like my friends were having a rough time. Kronos was attacking on several front. If I had any hopes to save my friends, I got to deal with this pig now.

"Get me as close to the statue as you can," I told Blackjack.

Are you sure? Blackjack asked.

"Just trust me," I said.

Blackjack nodded and got me within shouting distance of the statue. Once there, I yelled, "Lord Hermes! Command sequence: Daedalus Twenty-three. Kill flying pig known as Crommyonian Sow. Begin Activaton!"

Immediately the statue moved its legs. It seemed confused to find that it was no longer on top of Grand Central Terminal. It was, instead, being given a sky-ride on the end of a rope by a large winged sow. It smashed through the side of a brick building, which I think made it a little mad. It shook its head and began to climb the rope.

I glanced down at the street. We were coming up on the main public lirary, with the big marble lions flanking the steps. Then I remember how Daedalus disguised his Automaton body to look almost human and made me wonder if he could make Automatons look like marble as well.

"Faster!" I told Blackjack, "Get in front of the pig. Taunt her! Get her to follow us!"

Um, boss—

"Just do it!" I said.

Blackjack burst through the air. He could fly pretty darn fast when we wanted to. He got in front of the pig, which now had a metal Hermes on its back.

Blackjack whinnied, You smell like Ham! He kicked the sow in the snout with his back hooves and went into a steep dive. The pig screamed in rage and followed.

We barreled straight for the steps of the library. Blackjack slowed down just enough for me to hop off, then he kept flying toward the main doors.

I yelled out, "Lions! Command sequence: Daedalus Twenty-three. Kill the flying pig known as the Crommyion Sow! Begin Activation!"

The lions stood up and looked at me. They probably thought I was teasing them. But just then: "REEEEET!"

The massive pink pork monster landed with a thud, cracking the sidewalk. The lions stared at it, not believing their luck, and pounced. At the same time, a very beat up Hermes statue leaped onto the pig's head and started banging it mercilessly with a caduceus. Those lions had some nasty claws.

I didn't even need to draw out Riptide or use my thermos to finish it off as the lions made the final move. The sow disintegrated before my eyes.

Once the monster was turned to dust, the lions and the Hermes statue looked around in confusion before charging down Park Avenue, probably looking for more Crommyonian Sows to kill until someone deactivated them.

Maybe I should have given them a new order.

Hey, boss, said Blackjack. Can we take a donut break?

I wipe the sweat off my brow. "I wish, big guy, but the fight's still going on."

In fact, I could hear it getting closer. My friends needed help. I jumped on Blackjack and we flew north toward the sound of explosions.

A/N: I used a bit of the myth on the sow from Percy Jackson and the Greek Heroes, but you probably figure that out.