A/N: Anyone who wants to do a story where the characters read 'The Legacy of Athena and Hermes' series is allowed to do so as long as they tell me before hand.

I don't own Percy Jackson series or Naruto series, or any of the characters of either series. Nor am I the writer of the Son of the Huntress series

Warning: Read these stories if you haven't before reading this story:

'The Legacy of Athena and Hermes: The Lightning Thief'
'The Legacy of Athena and Hermes: The Sea of Monsters'
'The Legacy of Athena and Hermes: The Titan's Curse'
'The Legacy of Athena and Hermes: The Battle of the Labyrinth'
'The Legacy of Athena and Hermes: The Last Olympian'
'The Legacy of Athena and Hermes: The Staff of Hermes'
'The Legacy of the Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero'
'The Legacy of the Heroes of Olympus: The Quest for Buford'

I'm going to make this clear to those who don't approve the idea of legacies in Camp Half-Blood.

One: If you actually looked into Greek Mythology you know there been plenty of Greek Legacies. Heck Frank's ancestors were Greek legacies before they joined the Romans.

Two: Time and time again in the Percy Jackson series they mention many famous names Rick Riordan used as demigods Greek Demigods reaching adulthood-George Washington, Amelia Earhart, F.D.R., General Sherman and many more-many of which had children of their own which would make their kids legacies.

Three: About Naruto not being wise enough to be a Legacy of Athena, keep in mind in future reference for any sequel fanfictions of Percy Jackson that when Percy and Annabeth have kids, if they have any of Percy's personality they might not have much interest in school and thus not show much of any of Athena's wisdom. So I should have a pass on the matter with Naruto because of that fact.

Four: Since I made Naruto a legacy of Athena through Minato, he can't have any connections with the Romans as for any god/goddess, Olympian or Minor to have a legacy they must have children who later grow up to have children of their own. Minerva doesn't have kids, and it been clear before the return of Athena's Parthenos the idea of the matter was saw as a disgrace to the Romans as it meant Minerva broke her vow in their eyes. Not to mention the fact that the feud between Greek and Romans was kept alive for so long because of Athena.

Also for anyone who thinks it be okay having a child/Legacy of Artemis or Hestia to meet the romans, although Diana or Vesta wasn't treated any worse from their Greek counterparts as the comparison of Athena and Minerva, keep in mind they also made a vow to not have any kids, and since Romans take their vows so seriously they have their own god whose domain is over vows I think they would frown upon the idea of Diana and Vesta breaking their vows. Although I did enjoy The Son of the Huntress series, even though Naruto saved Reyna and Hylla the fact any more Romans would accept the idea there being a child and grandchild of two virgin goddesses feels a bit far fetch.

Heads up, Sheffinator has posted the reading of fanfiction for The Legacy series called 'Reading of the Legacy of Athena and Hermes'. I have gave them permission and the first chapter is posted.

I started it 'Reading of the Legacy of Athena and Hermes: The Lightning Thief as part of my youtube channel of me reading fanfictions and actual books. I can't send the link because of course fanfiction site won't let me, but just look it up under my name Ashleigh Stratmann.

Frank Summons A Gray Spactus

Frank swept his spear back and forth. "Stay back!" His voice sounded squeaky. "I've got... um... amazing powers-and stuff."

The basilisks hissed in three-part harmony. Maybe they were laughing.

The spear tip was almost too heavy to lift now, as if the jagged white triangle of bone was trying to touch the earth. Then something clicked in the back of Frank's mind. Mars had said the tip was a dragon's tooth. Hadn't there been some story about dragon's teeth planted in the ground? Something he'd read in monster class at camp...?"

The basilisk circled him, taking their time. Maybe they were hesitating because of the spear. Maybe they couldn't believe how stupid Frank was. Either way, it didn't matter now if Frank switch to his bow with the basilisk now surrounding him. Not unless he can fire arrows at three different directions around him.

It seemed like madness, but Frank let the spear tip drop. He drove it into the ground. Crack.

When he lifted it out, the tip was gone-broken off in the dirt.

Wonderful. Now he had a golden stick

Before Frank could switch to his bow, the ground rumbled at his feet. Dirt spewed everywhere, and a skeletal hand clawed the air. The basilisks hissed and backed up.

Frank couldn't blame them. He watched in horror as a human skeleton crawled out of the ground. It took on flesh as if someone were pouring gelatin over its bones, covering them in glowing, transparent gray skin. Then ghostly clothes enveloped it-a muscle shirt, camo-pants, and army boots. Everything about the creature was gray, gray clothes on gray flesh on gray bones.

It turned toward Frank. Its skull grinned beneath an expressionless gray face. Frank whimpered like a puppy. His legs shook so badly he had to support himself with the spear shaft. The skelton warrior was waiting, Frank realized-waiting for orders.

"Kill the basilisks!" he yelped. 'Not me!"

The skeletal warrior leaped into action. He grabbed the nearest snake and through his gray flesh began to smoke on contact, he strangled the basilisk with one hand and flung down its limp body. The other two basilisks hissed with rage. One sprang at Frank, but he knocked it aside with the butt of his spear. Then he switched to his trusty bow, knocked an arrow and shot it.

The last snake belched fire directly in the skeleton's face. The warrior marched forward and stomped the basilisk' head under his foot.

The skeleton warrior's right foot and hand were slowly dissolving from poison. His head was on fire, but otherwise he looked pretty good. Then the skeleton pulled something out of his shirt and used it to decapitate the three basilisk's head. Frank thought it was a knife. Then he realized it was one of the skeleton's own ribs.

Frank was glad his stomach was empty. "That... that was gross."

The basilisk dissolved into ashes. Then the skeleton kicked the ashes to disperse them. Frank remembered the two gorgons in the Tiber-the way the river pulled apart their remains to keep them from re-forming. "You're making sure they don't come back," Frank realized. "Or slowing them down, anyway."

The skeleton warror stood at attention in front of Frank. Its poisoned foot and hand were mostly gone (Frank got the feeling the arrow he fired was dissolved too). Its head was still burning.

"What-what are you?" Frank asked. He wanted to add, Please don't hurt me.

The skeleton saluted with the stump of a hand. Then it began to crumble, sinking back into the ground.

"Wait!" Frank said. "I don't even know whjat to call you! Tooth Man? Bones? Gray?"

As its face disappeared beneath the dirt, the warrior seemed to grin at the last name-or maybe that was just its skeletal teeth showing. Then it was gone, leaving Frank alone with his pointless spear that hadn't dissolved depsite Frank using it on the Basilisk earlier.

"Gray," he muttered. "Okay... but..."

He examined the tip of his spear. Already a new dragon tooth was storting to grow out of the golden shaft.

You get three charges out of it, Mars had said, so use it wisely.

Frank heard footsteps behind him. Percy, Hazel, and Yugito ran into the clearing. Percy looked better, except he was carrying a tie-dyed man satchel from R.O.F.L.-definitely not his style. Riptide was in his hand. Azel had drawn her Spatha. Yugito had her finger nails grown out into claws.

"Are you okay?" Hazel asked.

Percy turned in a circle, looking for enemies. "Iris told us you were out here battling the basilisk by yourself, and we were like, What? We came as fast as we could."

"By the looks of it, though we miss the battle," Yugito said. "I don't sense any monsters."

Percy stared at Frank in awe. "You killed them all?"

Frank swallowed. He already felt like enough of a misfit without trying to explain is new undead minion.

Three charges. Frank could call on Gray twice more. But he sensed malevolence in the skeleton. It was no pet. It was a vicious, undead killing force, barely controlled by the power of Mars. Frank got the feeling it would do what he said-but if his friends happened to be in the line of fire, oh well. And if Frank was a little slow in giving directions, it might start killing whatever was in its path, including its master.

Mars had told him the spear would give him breathing room until he learned to use his mother's talents. Which meant Frank needed to learn those talents-fast."

"Thanks a lot, Dad," he grumbled.

"What?" Hazel asked. "Frank, are you okay?"

"I'll explain later," he said. "Right now, there's a blindman in Portland we've got to see."