A/N: Certain ancient Greek names matches words use of foul language but no foul language was intentionally used.

Tyson Leaves and Thalia Returns

That afternoon was one of the happiest I'd ever spent at camp, which maybe goes to show, you never know when your world is about to is about to be rocked to pieces.

Grover announced that he'd be able to spend the rest of the summer with us before resuming his quest for Pan. His bosses at the Council of Cloven Elders were so impressed that he hadn't gotten himself killed and cleared the way for future searchers, that they granted him a two-month furlough and a new set of reed pipes. The only bad news: Grover insisted on playing those pipes all afternoon long, and his musical skills hadn't improved much. He played "YMCA," and the strawberry plants started going crazy, wrapping our feet like they were trying to strangle us.

Grover told me he could dissolve the empathy link between us, now that we were face to face, but I told him. I'd just assume keep it if that was okay with him. He put down his reed pipes and stared at me. "But, if I get in trouble again, you'll be in danger, Percy! You could die!"

"If you get in trouble again, I want to know about it. And I'll come and help you again, G-man. I wouldn't have it any other way," I said. "In return I want you to teach me how to open it from my end if possible. That way if we're separated and I need help I can contact you."

Grover seemed to ease into the idea about that and agreed. He went back to playing "YMCA" for the strawberry plants. I didn't need an empathy link with the plants to know how they felt about it.

…

Later on during archery class, Chiron pulled me aside and told me that despite my work with the Mist, Meriwether decided not to have me back next year. Apparently I had too much of a un-groovy karma that disrupted the school's educational aura. Then he handed me his cellphone and made me call her.

The worst part was the beginning—the "Percy-Jackson-what-were-you-thinking-do-you-have-any-idea-how-worried-I-was-sneaking-off-to-camp-without-permission-going-on-dangerous-quests-and-scaring-me-half-to-death" part. It didn't help that I tried to explain that Hermes was the one that send us off in order to try and bring Luke back.

But finally she paused to catch her breath. "Oh, I'm just glad you're safe!"

That's the great thing about my mom. She's no good at staying angry. She tries, but it just isn't in her nature.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I told her.

"It's okay. You were send out there to save Luke," my mom said.

"I could come home for a while," I offered.

"No, no. Stay at camp. Train. Do what you need to do. But you will come home for the next school year?"

"Yeah, of course," I responded. "Make sure my next school year have a swim meet team."

"You know I will," my mother responded.

…

As for Tyson, the campers treated him like a hero. I would've been happy to have him as my cabin mate as long as I needed, but I knew eventually Tyson had to join the forges. Unfortunately that time came. That evening, as we were sitting on a sand dune overlooking the Long Island Sound, he made the announcement.

"Dream came from Daddy last night," he said, "He wants me to go underwater for the rest of the summer and start learning to work at the Cyclops forges."

I was shock but happy for the big guy. "Tyson—that's great."

Tyson nodded. "Daddy also says if it goes well, I can come and visit next year and stay with you and mommy until summer vacation ended."

I smiled hearing it. "So when would you leave?"

"Now."

"Now. Like… now now?"

"Now."

I stared at the waves in Long Island sound. The water was glistening red in the sunset."

"Hard to leave my brother and mommy after you guys take me in," he said with a trembling in his voice. "But I want to make things. Weapons for the camp. You will need them."

He was right. The Fleece hadn't solved all the camp's problems. Luke was still out there still under Kronos' influence. And Kronos was still re-forming in his golden coffin. Eventually, we would have to fight them.

"It's okay, Tyson. I'm sure mom would understand," I responded. "And I'll use my new shield well."

"Yeah! Save your life some day," he said as if it would happened like that.

He headed down the beach and whistled. Rainbow, the hippocampus, burst out of the waves. I watched the two of them ride off together into the realm of Poseion.

Once they were gone, I looked down at my new wristwatch. I pressed the button and the shield spiraled out to full size. Hammered into the bronze were pictures in Ancient Greek style, scenes from our adventure this summer. There was Annabeth slaying the Laistrygonian dodgeball player, me fighting the bronze bull on Half-Blood Hill, Tyson riding Rainbow toward the Princess Andromeda, the CSS Birmingham blasting its cannons at Charybdis, and me slaying Polyphemus.

What shock me most was what he also carved on it that wasn't part of the adventure, the picture of Luke Thalia Annabeth and I six years ago. I'm surprise he added it since he seen Luke's bad side. My guess he knew how important that picture was to me, so I guess it was his saying that any family of mine is a family of his.

I started missing Tyson, but I know he was following his destiny.

"Hey, Percy."

I turned.

Annabeth and Grover were standing at the top of the sad dune.

"Tyson…" I told them. "He had to…"

"We know," Annabeth said softly. "Chiron told us."

"Cyclopes forges." Grover shuddered. "I hear the cafeteria food there is terrible! Like, no enchiladas at all."

Annabeth held out her hand. "Come on, Seaweed Brain. Time for dinner."

We walked back toward the dining pavilion together, just the three of us.

A storm rage that night, but it parted around Camp Half-Blood as storms usually did. Lightning flashed against the horizon, waves pounded the shore, but not a drop fell in out valley. We were protected again, thanks to the Fleece, sealed inside our magical borders.

Still, my dreams were restless. I hear Kronos taunting me from the depths of Tartarus, trying to convince me to abandon my dad and join him.

Then my dream changed. I was following Tyson to the bottom of the sea, into the court of Poseidon. It was a radiant hall filled with blue light, the floor cobbled with pearls. And there, on a throne of coral, sat my father, dressed like a simple fisherman in Khaki shorts and sun-bleached T-shirt. I looked up into his tan weathered face, his deep green eyes, and he spoke those two words: Brace yourself.

I woke with a start.

There was banging on the door. Grover flew inside without permission. "Percy!" he stammered. "Annabeth… oh the hill… something happened…"

My eyes widened. Annabeth had been on guard duty that night, protecting the Fleece. Either something happened to her or what we been waiting for happened.

I ripped off the covers, my blood like ice water in my veins. I threw on some clothes while Grover tried to make a complete sentence, but he was too stuned, too out of breath. "She's lying there… just lying there…"

I ran outside and raced across the central yard, Grover right behind me. Dawn was just breaking, but the whole camp seemed to be stirring. Word was spreading. Something huge had happened. A few campers were already making their way toward the hill, satyrs and nymphs and heroes in a weird mix of armor and pajamas.

I heard the clop of horse hooves, and Chiron galloped up behind us, looking grim.

"Is it true?" he asked.

Grover could only nod, his expression dazed.

Chiron grabbed me by the arm and effortlessly lifted me onto his back. Together we thundered up Half-Blood Hill, where a small crowd had started to gather.

The Fleece was still there, glittering in the first light of dawn. The storm had broken and the sky was bloodred.

Everyone moved out of our way as we galloped forward.

There at the base of a tree, a girl was lying unconscious. Annabeth was kneeling next to her, wearing her Greek armor.

Annabeth saw us and ran to me. "Percy… it's her! I don't… don't know how, but… she just appeared."

Annabeth's eyes were streaming with tears. I leaped off Chiron's back and ran to the unconscious girl. Chiron said: "Percy, wait!"

I didn't listen, I had to see for myself.

I knelt by the girl's side. She had short black hair and freckles across her nose. She was built like a long distant runner, lithe and strong, and she wore clothes that was between punk and Goth—a black T-shirt, black tattered jeans, and a leather jacket with buttons from a bunch of bands.

Without a doubt in my mind I was seeing my childhood friend and older-sister-like-figure who gave her life to save Annabeth's Grover's Luke's and my life six years ago: Thalia. She was definitely older than she was when she was turned to a tree, but she didn't look like the age of eighteen she should be.

I turned to the campers. "She need s nectar and ambrosia," I said.

I took her by the shoulders and lifted her into a sitting position, resting her head on my shoulder.

No one moved, not even Chiron. They were too stunned.

Then the girl took a shaky breath. She coughed ad opened her eyes, revealing them to be electric blue.

She stared at me in bewilderment, shivering and wide-eyed. "Who are you?"

I was slightly confuse and worried, but I answered. "It's me, Thalia, Percy Jackson."

Thalia looked even more confused.

"That's impossible—the last time I saw him—you—he was a seven year old child," Thalia said.

I chuckled as I let tears rolled from eyes. She still had her memory. Now the difficult part came—explaining how she been a tree for six years. Either way, at least we had Thalia back. And I don't care if Kronos try to influence her the same way he influence me, I'm not planning to let Kronos get her and Luke.

A/N: That's the end of this story. By the way anyone who wants to do the whole 'Olympians and demigods read' type of story using the Tales of the Son of Poseidon, may do so as long as they informed me about it.

Also I decided when I get to the Heroes of Olympus part of the series, I decided not to call it 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon and the Heroes of Olympus' but rather 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus'. I'll get into details about it after I get to and finish the Last Olympian story.

Lastly, if you haven't by now, please read 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Early Adventures' and 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief'.

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The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Titan's Curse

Seems like a simple quest, help Grover save two half-bloods he found and keep them from joining Luke's army. Simple right? If you think that it's that simple you haven't been paying attention to the last two quest I been on, because rule number one about being a half-blood, nothings that simple. Especially when there are now Hunters of Artemis involved.