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 Meet Boreas… and Aquilon?

If the entry hall was cold, the throne room was like a meat locker.

Mist hung in the air. I shivered, and my breath steamed. Along the walls, purple tapestries showed scenes of snowy forest, barren mountains, and glaciers. High above, ribbons of colored light-the aurora borealis-pulsed along the ceiling. A layer of snow covered the floor, so I had to step carefully. All around the room stood life size ice sculpture warriors-some in Greek Armor, some medieval, some in modern camouflage-all frozen in various attack positions, swords raised, guns locked and loaded.

At least I thought they were sculptures. Then I tried to step between two Greek spearmen, and they moved with surprising speed, their joints cracking and spraying ice crystals as they crossed their javelins to block my path.

From the far end of the hall, a man's voice rang out in a language that sounded French. The room was so long and misty, I couldn't see the other end, but whatever the man said, the ice guards uncrossed their javelins.

"It's fine," Khione said. "My father has ordered them not to kill you just yet."

"Super," I said.

Zethes prodded me in the back with his sword. "Keep moving, Jason Junior."

"Please don't call me that."

"My father is not a patient man," Zethes warned. "And the beautiful Piper, sadly, is losing her magic hairdo very fast. Later perhaps, I can lend her something from my wide assortment of hair products."

"Thanks," Piper grumbled.

We kept walking, and the mist parted to reveal a man on an ice throne. He was sturdily built, dressed in a stylish white suit that seemed woven from snow, with purple wings that spread out to either side. His long hair and shaggy beard were encrusted with icicles, so Jason couldn't tell if his hair was gray or just white with frost. His arched eyebrows made him look angry, but his eyes twinkled more warmly than his daughter's-as if he might have a sense of humor buried somewhere under that perfrost. I hope so.

"Bienvenu," the king said. "Je suis Boreas le Roi. El vous?"

Khione the snow goddess was about to speak, but Piper stepped forward and curtsied.

"Votre Majesté," She said. "Je suis Piper McLean. Et c'est Jason, fils de Zeus."

The king smiled with pleasant surprise. "Vous parles français? Très bien!"

"Piper, you speak French?" I asked.

Piper frowned. "No. Why?"

"You just spoke French."

Piper blinked. "I did?"

The king said something else, and Piper nodded. "Oui, Votre majesté."

The king laughed and clapped his hands, obviously delighted. He said a few more sentences, then swept his hand toward his daughter as if shooing her away.

Khione looked miffed. "The king says=="

"He says I'm a daughter of Aphrodite," Piper interrupted, "so naturally I can speak French, which is the language of love. I had no idea. His majesty says Khione won't have to translate now."

Behind them, Zethes snorted, and Khione shot him a murderous look. She bowed stiffly to her father and took a step back.

The king sized me up, and I decided it would be a good idea to bow. "Your Majesty, I'm Jason Grace. Thank you for, um, not killing us. May I ask... why does a Greek god speak French?"

Piper had another exchange with the king.

"He speaks the language of his host country," Piper translated. "He says all the gods do this. Most Greek gods speak English, as they now reside in the United States where English is the primary language, but Boreas was never welcomed in their realm. His domain was always far to the north. Although anywhere in northern Canada works for him, these days he likes Quebec, so he speaks French as that's its primary language. But if he was moved to somewhere else in whose primary language is English such as Vancouver, then he would adopt the English language."

The king said something else, and Piper turned pale.

"The king says..." she faltered. "He says-"

"Oh, allow me," Khione said. "My father says he has orders to kill you. Did I not mention that earlier?"

I tensed. The king was still smiling amiably, like he just delivered great news.

"Kill us?" I asked. "Why?"

"Because," the king said, in heavily accent English, "my lord Aeolus has command it."

Boreas rose. He stepped down from his throne and furled his wings against his back. As he approached, Khione and Zethes bowed. Piper and I followed their example.

"I shall deign to speak your language," Boreas said, "as Piper McLean has honored me in mine. Toujours, I have had a fondness for the children of Aphrodite. As for you, Jason Grace, my master Aeolus would not expect me to kill a son of Lord Zeus...without first hearing you out. And he told us to especially keep eyes out for one with the strength of Heracles."

My gold coin seemed to grow heavy in my pocket. If I were forced to fight, I'd be facing a god, two of his children, and an army of freeze-dried warriors. I don't know what my chances were with the strength of Heracles as I think he fought armies before, but I rather not risk it.

"Aeolus is the master of the winds, right?" I asked. "Why would he want us dead? Why would he want you too look out for a son of Zeus with the strength of Heracles?"

"To answer your second question, he didn't say." Boreas said with a shrug. "As for your first question, you are demigods." He said that as though that should be the obvious answer. "Aeolus' job is to contain the winds, and demigods have always caused him many headaches. They ask him for favors. They unleashed winds and cause chaos. But the final insult was the battle with Typhon last summer..."

Boreas waved his hand, and a sheet of ice like a flat screen TV appeared in the air. Images of a battle flickered across the surface==a giant wrapped in storm clouds, wading across a river toward Manhattan skyline. Tiny, glowing figures-the gods, I guessed-swarmed around him like angry wasps, pounding the monster with lightning and fire. Finally the river erupted in a massive whirlpool as more glowing figures and even one eye cyclops, along with a humanoid with a hundred arms appeared, and a smoky form sank beneath the waves and disappeared.

"The storm giant, Typhon," Boreas explained. "The first time the gods defeated him, eons ago, he did not die quietly. His death released a host of storm spirits-wild winds that answered to no one. It was Aeolus' job to track down and imprisoned them in his fortress. The other gods==they did not help. They did not even apologized for the inconvenience. It took Aeolus centuries to track down all the storm spirits, and naturally this irritated him. Then, last summer, Typhon was defeated again-"

"And his death released another wave of venti," I guessed. "Which made Aeolus even angrier."

"C'est vrai," Boreas agreed.

"But, Your Majesty," Piper said, "the gods had no choice but to battle Typhon. He was going to destroy Olympus. Besides, why punish demigods for that?"

The king shrugged. "Aeolus cannot take out his anger on the Olympians. They are his bosses, and very powerful. So he gets even with the demigods who helped them in the war. He issued orders to us: demigods who come to us for aid are no longer to be tolerated. We are to crush your little mortal faces."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"That sounds... extreme," I ventured. "But you're not going to crush our faces yet, right? YOu're going to listen to us first, 'cause once you hear about our quest-"

"Yes, yes," the king agreed. "You see, Aeolus also said that a son of Zeus might seek my aid, and if this happen and he has the strength of Heracles, I should listen to you before destroying you, as you might-how did he put it?-make all our lives interesting. I am only obligated to listen, however. After that, I am to pass judgment as I see fit. But I will listen first. Honestly, under normal circumstances you might be better off with the West wind Zephyrus since his loyalties are tied to Eros, and Eros doesn't have to follow Aeolus' orders. But Khione wishes I listen to you as well. It may be that we will not kill you."

I felt like I could almost breathe again. "Great. Thanks."

"Do not thank me," Boreas smiled. "There are many ways you could make our lives interesting. Sometimes we keep demigods for our amusement, as you can see."

He gestured around the room to the various ice statues.

Piper made a strangled noise. "You mean-they're all demigods? Frozen demigods? They're alive?"

"An interesting question," Boreas conceded, as if it had never occurred to him before. "They do not move unless they are obeying my orders. The restof the time, they are merely frozen. Unless they were to melt, I suppose, which would be very messy."

Khione stepped behind me and put her cold fingers on my neck. "My father gives me such lovely presents," she murmured in my ear. "Join our court. Perhaps I'll let your friends go."

"What?" Zethes broke in. "If Khione gets this one, then I deserve the girl. Khione always gets more presents!"

"Now, children," Boreas said sternly. "Our guests will think you are spoiled! Besides, you moved too fast. We have not even heard the demigod's story yet. Then we will decide what to do with them. We might even let the third companion go if things go well enough as long as Calais doesn't want him. Please, Jason Grace, entertain us."

I felt my brain shutting down. I didn't look at Piper for fear I completely lose it. I'd gotten us into this, and now we might die or worse, we'd be amusement for Boreas' children and end up frozen forever in this throne room, slowly corroding from freezer burn. Then there was Leo who might live and leave this place or be killed unless the hockey jock guarding him decide he wants Leo for an ice statue.

Khione purred and stroke my neck. I didn't plan it, but electricity sparked along my skin. There was a loud pop, and Khione flew backward, skidding across the floor.

Zethes laughed. "That is good! I'm glad you did that, even though i have to kill you now."

For a moment, Khione was too stunned to react. Then the air around her began to swirl with a micro-blizzard. "You dare-"

"Stop," I ordered, with as much force as I could muster. "You're not going to kill us. And you're not going to keep us. We're on a quest for the queen of the gods herself, and she was the one who blessed me with the same strength of Heracles, and he took down giants that could destroy mountains. So unless you want to find out what I can do, you will let us go!"

I sounded a lot more confident than I felt, but it got their attention. Khione's blizzard swirled to a stop. Zethes lowered his sword. They both looked uncertainly at their father.

"Hmm," Boreas said. His eyes twinkled, but I couldn't tell if that was with anger or amusement. "A son of Zeus, favored by Hera enough to be blessed with the same strength she blessed Heracles-albeit by trickery on Athena's part. But you claim she was willing to bless you with the same strength. This is definitely a first. Tell us your story."

I would've botched it right there. I hadn't been expecting to get the chance to talk, and now that I could, my voice abandoned me.

Piper saved me. "Your Majesty." She curtsied again with incredible poise, considering her life was on the line. She told Boreas the whole story, from me waking up on her school bus with no memory, the Grand Canyon to the prophecy, much better and faster than I could have.

"All we ask for is guidance," Piper concluded. "These storm spirits attacked us, and they're working for some evil mistress. If we find them, maybe we can find Hera."

The king stroked the icicles in his beard. Out the window, night had fallen, and the only light came from the aurora borealis overhead, washing everything in red and blue.

"I know of these storm spirits. My brethren-the other wind gods-and I had even sired some ourselves after Typhon released the first wave, but depending on which god they were sired from they prefer certain seasons. Because of this and it being winter some of them are among my children. Aeolus let this be as long as we can keep them under control and as you can but like many other storm spirits they don't like being controlled." Boreas admitted. "Either way, because of this, I know where they are kept, and of the prisoner they took."

"You mean Coach Hedge?" I asked. "He's alive?"

Boreas waved aside the question. "For now. But the one who control these storm spirits... it would be madness to oppose her. You would be better staying here as frozen statues."

"Hera's in trouble," I said. "In three days she's going to be-I don't know-consumed, destroyed, something. And a giant is going to rise."

"Yes," Boreas agreed. Was it my imagination, or did e shoot Khione an angry look? "Many horrible things are waking. Even my children do not tell me all the news they should. The Great Stirring of monsters that began with Kronos-your father Zeus foolishly believed it would end when the Titans were defeated. But just as it was before, so it is now. The final battle is yet to come, and the one who will wake is more terrible than any Titan. Storm Spirits-these are only the beginning. The earth has many more horrors to yield up. When monsters no longer stay in Tartarus, and souls are no longer confined to Hades... Olympus has good reason to fear."

I wasn't sure what that meant, but I didn't like the way Khione was smiling-like this was her definition of fun.

"So you'll help us?" I asked the king.

Boreas snarled. "I did not say that."

"Please. Your Majesty." Piper said

Everyone's eyes turned toward her. SHe had to be scared out of her mind, but she looked beautiful and confident-and it had nothing to do with the blessing of Aphrodite. She looked herself again, in day-old traveling clothes with choppy hair and no makeup. But she almost glowed with warmth in that cold throne room. "If you tell us where the storm spirits are, we can capture them and bring them to Aeolus. You'd look good in front of your boss. We can even put in a word to go easy on the storm spirits that are your own kids. Aeolus might pardon us and the other demigods. We could even rescue Gleeson Hedge. Everyone wins."

"She's pretty," Zethes mumbled. "I mean, she's right."

"Father, don't listen to her," Khione said. "She's a child of Aphrodite. SHe dares to charmspeak a god? Either freeze her so Zethes has his prize, ro kill her!"

Boreas considered this. I slipped my hand in my pocket and got ready to bring out the gold coin. If things went wrong, I'd have to move fast. And if it comes out the Javelin, the better as it has range and better equip for my strength.

The movement caught Boreas' eye. "What is that on your forearm, demigod?"

I didn't realized my coat sleeve had gotten pushed up, revealing the edge of my tattoo. Reluctantly, I showed Boreas my marks.

The god's eyes widened. Khione actually hissed and stepped away as if she was about to face something more dangerous than her father.

Then Boreas did something unexpected. He laughed so loudly, an icicle cracked from the ceiling and crashed next to his throne. The god's form began to flicker. His beard disappeared. He grew taller and thinner, and his clothes changed into a Roman toga, lined with purple. His head was crowned with a frosty laurel wreath, and a gladius-a Roman sword like mine-hung at his side.

"Aquilon," I said, although I had no idea how I knew his Roman name.

The god inclined his head. "You recognize me better in this form, yes? And yet you said you came from Camp Half-Blood?"

I shifted my feet. "Uh... yes, Your Majesty."

"And Hera sent you there..." The winter god's eyes were full of mirth. "I understand now. Oh, she plays a dangerous game. Bold, but dangerous! No wonder Olympus is closed. They must be trembling at the gamble she has taken."

"Jason," Piper said nervously, "why did Boreas changed shape? The toga, the wreath. What's going on?"

"It's his Roman form," I said. "But what's going on-I don't know. Clovis from Hypnos Cabin said the roman aspects had survived the fall of the Roman Empire separately from their Greek forms, but..."

"But you weren't sure if he was telling the truth. That's because we try to keep our separate forms a secret from demigods and for a reason. Unfortunately Hypnos' kids have their ways of finding out things they're not supposed to know," the god said. "This should be very interesting to watch."

"Does that mean you'll let us go?" Piper said.

"My dear," Boreas said, "there is no reason for me to kill you. If Hera's plan fails, which I think it will, you will tear each other apart. Aeolus will never have to worry about demigods again."

I felt as if Khione's cold finger were on my neck again, but it wasn't her-it was just the feeling that Boreas was right. The sense of wrongness which had bothered me since I got to Camp Half-Blood, and Chiron's comment about my arrival being disastrous-Boreas knew what they meant.

"I don't suppose you could explain?" I asked.

"Oh, perish the thought! It is not me to interfere in Hera's plan. No wonder she took your memory." Boreas chuckled, apparently still having a great time imagining demigods tearing each other apart. "You know, I have a reputation as a helpful wind god. Unlike Notus and Eurusm I've been know to fall in love with mortals, and unlike Zephyrus, I prefer mortal women. Why, my sons Zethes and Calais started as demigods-"

"Which explains why they are idiots," Khione growled.

"Stop it!" Zethes snapped back. "Just because you were born a full goddess-"

"Both of you, freeze," Boreas ordered. Apparently that word carried a lot of weight in the household, because the two siblings went absolutely still. "Now, as I was saying, I have a good reputation, but it is rare that Boreas plays an important role in the affairs of gods. I sit here in my palace, at the edge of civilization, and so rarely, have amusements. Why, even that fool Notus, the South Wind, gets spring break in Cancún. What do I get? Winter festival with naked Québecians rolling around in snow!"

"I like the winter festival," Zethes muttered.

"I can see why the Titan Krios complained about his job as the Titan of the North." Boreas continued. "But now I have a chance to be the center. Oh, yes, I will let you go on this quest. You will find your storm spirits in the windy city, of course. Chicago-"

"Father!" Khione protested.

Boreas ignored his daughter. "If you can capture the winds, you may be able to gain safe entrance to the court of Aeolus. If some miracle you succeed, be sure to tell him you capture the winds on my orders, including those the storm spirits I sired. Don't fret about asking to go easy on them. The moment they went wild, what happens to them gone out of my control. That was the deal my brethren and I had with Aeolus."

"OKay, sure," I said. "So Chicago is where we'll find this lady who's controlling the winds? She's the one who's trapped Hera?"

"Ah," Boreas grinned. "Those are two different questions, son of Jupiter."

Jupiter, I thought. Before, he called me son of Zeus.

"The one who controls the winds," Boreas continued, "yes, you will find her in Chicago. But she is only a servant-a servant who will definitely want to destroy you, son of Jupiter, just because of your name. You better pray the strength of Heracles is enough to save you. And if it does, then you may go to Aeolus. Only he has the knowledge of all the winds on the earth. All secrets come to his fortress eventually. If anyone can tell you where Hera is imprisoned, it is Aeolus. As for who you will meet when you finally find Hera's cage-truly, if I told you that, you would beg me to freeze you."

"Father," Khione protested, "you can't simply let them-"

"I can do what I like," he said, his voice hardening. "I am still master here, am I not?"

The way Boreas glared at his daughter, it was obvious they had some ongoing argument. I remember what Clovis said about his dad's roman form being fierce and scary than greek form. Maybe that's why Khione shrilled when Boreas changed to his Roman form, as he's not quite as agreeable with her as he is in his Greek form, and possibly even harsher on his kids.

"Now go, demigods," Boreas said, "before I change my mind. Zethes, escort them out safely."

We all bowed, and the god of the North Wind dissolved into mist.

...

Back in the entry hall, Cal and Leo were waiting for us. Leo looked cold but unharmed. He'd even gotten cleaned up, and his clothes looked newly washed, like he'd used the hotel's valet service. Festus the dragon was back to normal form, snorting fire over his scales to keep himself defrosted but not too much to melt the entire hall.

As Khione led us down the stairs, I noticed that Leo's eyes followed her. Leo started combing his hair back with his hands. Uh=oh, I thought. I made a mental note to warn Leo about the snow goddess later. She was not someone to get a crush on.

At the bottom step, Khione turned to Piper. "You have fooled my father, girl. But you have not fooled me. We are not done. And you, Jason Grace, I will see you as a statue in the throne room soon enough."

"Boreas is right," I said. "You're a spoiled kid. See you around, ice princess."

Khione's eyes flared pure white. For once, she seemed at a loss for words. She stormed back up the stairs-literally. Halfway up, she turned into a blizzard and disappeared.

"Be careful," Zethe warned. "She never forgets an insult."

Cal grunted in agreement. "Bad sister."

I got a good feeling they were right. Snow can be dangerous under the right conditions.

Leo looked devastated. "What happened up there? You made her mad? Is she mad at me too? Guys, that was my prom date!"

"We'll explain later," Piper promised, but she glanced at me, I realized she expected me to explain.

What had happened up there? I wasn't sure. Boreas had turned into Aquilon, his Roman form, as if my presence caused him to go schizophrenic.

The idea that I had been sent to Camp Half-Blood seemed to amuse the god, but Boreas/Aquilon hadn't let us go out of kindness. Cruel excitement had danced in his eyes, as if he's just placed a bet on a dog fight.

You will tear each other apart, he'd said with delight. Aeolus will never have to worry about demigods again.

I looked away from Piper, trying not to show how unnerved I was. "Yeah, I agreed. "We'll explain later."

Be careful, pretty girl." Zethes said. The winds between here and Chicago are bad tempered. Many other things are stirring. I am sorry you will not be staying. You would make a lovely ice statue, in which I could check my reflection."

"Thanks," Piper said. "But I'd sooner play hockey with Cal."

"Hockey?" Cal's eyes lit up.

"Joking," Piper said. "And the storm winds aren't our worst problem, are they?"

"Oh, no," Zethes agreed. "Something else. Something worse."

"Worse," Cal echoed.

"Can you tell me?" Piper g ave them a smile.

Cal shook his head but Zethes looked unsure if he should tell. "No, but I can give you some advice about the mistress in Chicago," Zethes said. "Heracles never met her when he was with the Argonauts nor has he had a chance to fight her so I don't know how his strength would fair against her."

"You know who she is?" I asked.

"Not at first, but when father said she might kill you just because of your name I realized who she might be. She should be dead like our Jason. But if it is her-" Zethes shivered as though the thought scared him as much as Khione-possibly even more. "As for other threats, you'll have to ask Aeolus. He knows. Good luck."

The hangar doors opened onto the freezing starry night, and Festus the dragon stomped his feet, anxious to fly.

Cal patted Leo on the shoulder. "Don't get destroyed," he said, which was probably the longest sentence he'd ever attempted. "Next time-hockey. Pizza."

"Come on, guys," I stared out at the dark. I was anxious to get out of this cold penthouse, but I had a feeling it was the most hospitable place we'd see for a while. "Let's go to Chicago and try not to get destroyed."