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

Leo: Sleeping Woman Tries to Scare Me Off Again

Of all the places for the dragon to crash, a line of Porta Potties would not have been my first choice.

Jason crash landed us next to a dozen of blue plastic boxes that was set up in the factory yard that Festus had flattened. Fortunately they hadn't been used in a long time, and the fireball from the crash incinerated most of the contents, but still, there were some pretty gross chemicals leaking out of the wreckage.

What happened to the dragon?" Piper asked. "Where are we?"

My expression turned sullen. "I don't know with Festus. He just jerked sideways like he hit an invisible wall and started to fall."

"Any idea where we are?" Piper asked.

I look around to see a logo sign over the side of the wall: MONOCLE MOTORS ASSEMBLY PLANT 1.

"Closed car plant," I suggested. "I'm guessing we crash-landed in Detroit."

"How far is that from Chicago?"

This time Jason answered, "Maybe three fourths of the way from Quebec? The thing is with the way the winds is, I don't think I can fly us out of here. They were fighting my control just to land. Leo, are you sure the dragon didn't malfunction? I mean, Festus is old, and-"

"And I might not have repaired him right?"

"I didn't say that," Jason protested. "It's just... maybe you could fix it."

"I don't know. But there's only one way to find out.

Heavy snow was coming down, but the dragon's hide was still steaming hot.

"Um, Leo. Maybe we should wait until he cools down," Piper said.

"I'll be okay," I said. "Better you stay there, though." After a few minutes climbing over Festus; inanimate body, I started to get irritated. The dragon looked perfectly fine. Yes, it had fallen out of the sky, and landed with a big ka-boom, but its body wasn't even dented. The fireball had apparent;y come from built up gasses inside the toilet units, not from the dragon itself. Festus' wings were intact. Nothing seemed broken. There was no reason it should have stopped.

"Not my fault," I muttered. "Festus, you're making me look bad."

Then I opened the control panel, on the dragon's head, and my heart sank. "Oh, Festus, what the heck?"

The wiring had frozen over. I knew it had been okay yesterday. I'd worked so hard to repair the corroded lines, but something had caused a flash freeze inside the dragon's skull, where it should've been to hot for ice to form. The ice had caused the wiring to overload and char the control disk. I couldn't see any reason that would've happened. Sure, the dragon wa s old, but still, it didn't make sense.

I could replace the wires. That wasn't the problem. But the charred control disk was not good. The Greek letters and pictures carved around the edges, which probably held all kinds of magic, were blurred and blackened.

The one piece of hardware I couldn't replace-and it was damaged. Again.

"Did you find out what happened?" Jason asked.

I calm myself down as best as I could. "Yeah! Looks like somehow the wires flash freeze and overload causing them to char the control disk," I said.

"Is there-Is there anything we could do?" Piper asked.

As she asked that, I imagine my mom's voice saying: Most problems look worse than they are, mijo. Nothing is unfixable.

My mom could repair just about anything, but I was pretty sure she'd never worked on a fifty-year old magic metal dragon.

I clenched my teeth and decided I had to try. I was not going to have my friends and I walk from Detroit it Chicago in a snow storm.

"I'm going to try something!" I shouted, brushing the snow off my shoulders. "Gimme a nylon bristle detail brush, some nitrile gloves, and maybe a can of that aerosol cleaning solvent."

I reached in my pocket and pulled out the supplies. I couldn't help but smile. My toolbelt may look empty but they can summon anything I need. It did have limits. They wouldn't give me anything magic, like Jason's sword, or anything huge, like a chain sow. I tried asking for both. And if I asked for too many things at once, the belt needed a cooldown time before it could work again. The more complicated request, the longer the cooldown. But anything small and simple like you might find around a workshop-all I had to do was ask.

I started cleaning off the control disk. While I worked, snow collected off on the control disk. While I worked snow collected on the cooling dragon. I thought of summoning fire to melt it away but I remember my friends were watching.

I could hear Jason and Piper talking in privacy, but I decided it was best to ask them to help.

"Hey guys! Can you try and keep the snow off Festus?" I asked. "He should be cool down enough for you to get close."

"Sure thing, man!" Jason agreed.

Jason and Piper started working on the snow, allowing me to go into autopilot mode, my hands working by themselves as my thoughts wandered.

I couldn't believe how stupid I'd acted back at Boreas' palace. I should've figured a family of wind gods would hate me on sight. Son of the fire god flying a fire breathing dragon into an ice penthouse-yeah, maybe not the best move. Still, I hated feeling like a reject. Jason and Piper got to visit the throne room. I got to wait in the lobby with Cal, the immortal demigod of hockey and major head injuries.

Fire is bad, Cal had told me.

That pretty much summed it up. I knew I couldn't keep the truth from my friends much longer. Ever since Camp Half-Blood, one line of that Great Prophecy kept coming back to me: To storm or fire the world must fall.

I was the fire guy, the first one since 1666 when London had burned down. If I told my friends what I could really do-Hey, guess what, guys? I might destroy the world!==why would anyone welcome me back at camp? I would have to go on the run again. Even though I knew that drill, the idea depressed me.

Then there was Khione. Dang, that girl was fine. I knew I'd acted like a total fool, but I couldn't help myself. I'd had my clothes cleaned with the one hour valet service-which had been totally sweet, by the way. I'd combed my hair-never an easy job-and even discovered the tool belt could make breath mints, all in hopes I could get close to her. Naturally, no such luck.

Getting frozen out-story of my life==by my relatives, foster homes, you name it. Even at Wilderness School, I had spent the last few weeks feeling like a third wheel as Jason and Piper, my only friends, became a couple. I was happy for them and all, but still it made me feel like they didn't need me anymore.

When I found out that Jason's whole time at school had been an illusion-a kind of memory burp-I had been secretly excited. It was a chance for a reset. Now Jason and Piper were heading toward being a couple again==even I can tell that much. What had I expected? I'd wind up the odd man out again. Khione had just given me the cold shoulder a little quicker than most.

"Enough, Valdez," he scolded himself. "No body going to play any violins for you just because you're not important."

"You said something?" Piper asked next ot me causing me to jump.

"Just reminding myself to fix the dragon, Beauty Queen," I lied.

"No, problem Leo," Piper said. "And don't call me Beauty Queen."

You're wrong, Leo, a voice said.

I fumbled my brush and dropped it into the dragon's head as Piper jumped. Jason, who was behind us summoned his sword as we look around. Then I looked at the ground. Snow and chemical sludge from the toilets, even the asphalt itself was shifting like it was turning to liquid. A ten foot-wide area formed eyes, a nose, and a mouth-the giant face of a sleeping woman.

She didn't exactly speak. Her lips didn't move. But I could hear her voice in my head, as if the vibrations were coming through the ground, straight into my feet and resonating up my skeleton.

"Leo, is that?" Piper asked.

"Yeah, the sleeping woman." I answered.

They need you desperately, she said. In some ways, you are the most important of the seven-like the control disk in the dragon's brain. WIthout you, the power of the others means nothing. They will never reach me, never stop me. And I will fully wake. Do not oppose me. Walk away now. Let my son Porphyrion rise and become king, and I will ease your burdens. You will tread lightly on the earth.

"Leave him alone!" Jason yelled as he punched the ground as though on instinct. The ground tremble slightly and the face dissolved, but I doubt Jason's strength did that as the voice urged me again, Walk away now.

Then from the direction of the factory, I heard a crash-like two dump trucks slamming together. Metal crumpled and groaned, and the noise echoed across the yard.

"What was that?" Piper asked.

"I don't know, but it doesn't sound good," Jason said. "I'll go check it out."

"I'm coming with you," Piper said.

"Same here," I said. "I'm not staying out here by myself after what just happened."

Jason looked at the two of us and nodded. We jumped off the dragon's back and ran toward the warehouse.

A/N: I'll go over what Jason and Piper said when Jason's chapters comes up again, as it has to do with Piper finding out aabout Thalia. I still plan to have Jason have his dream vision conversation with Juno.