I sincerely hope no one remembers this historical thing. Actually, all of you probably do. Well, Imrewrote it so it doesn't suck :P I kept the basic plot and (as you can see) the intro, because I liked that part. I managed to get things to go a little more smoothly as hope, and now I have a lot more ideas for this than last time. Alright, now, I introduce, Perseus: Prince of The Elves, 2.0!

Perseus, Prince of The Elves

Greetings, Human. Not six moons ago, I was Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon and bane of all ancient evil. Now I am, not only those things, but more: rider of Galahad, ShadeSlayer, KingKiller, and one more; Prince of the Elves. If you wish to discover why, stay. But be warned, for this story will change the way you look at the world; Forever.

CHAPTER ONE

Percy scowled as his phone rung, waking him up explosively. He looked at his clock. It was two in the morning, far too early to be getting phone calls. He picked up the phone anyway.
" Yes?" He asked hoarsely.
" Is this Mr. Perseus Jackson?" A very official sounding voice said.
" Yes." Percy replied.
" I am very sorry to say this Mr.. Jackson, but your parents were murdered during the night."
"...What...no. You're lying." Percy said. His eyes began to fill with tears, which he blinked angrily away.
" I am afraid not. I am so very sorry for your loss, Mr. Jackson."
" I...thank you for telling me."
" Goodbye." He hung up, then he curled up into a little ball, finally letting tears fall down his face. He pulled some pants on and ran out of his cabin to the beach.
" Dad...come...please." He choked out to the rolling waves. A few moments later, someone crouched down beside him and wrapped his arms around Percy.
" I'm sorry." Poseidon murmured. Percy continued to cry.

THE NEXT MORNING

Percy stood before the Olympians. His father stood a small ways behind him.
" Perseus," Zeus's voice was backed by a quiet rumble of thunder, " You have been chosen by the gods of a world that should not exist. You have been chosen by the gods of Alagaësia to come to the aid of the Varden. If you agree to go on this quest, you will be granted with the ability to revive two people...and you will be granted a new family." Percy looked back at Poseidon. He nodded his consent. Percy turned back and said, " Lord Zeus, King of the Skies, I accept this quest."

THE MONTH AFTER THAT(Galahad, could you be any less straight forward? No one would think you were a dragon, much less a dragon of an elf)

Percy knew everything now. Of the Urgal and the dwarves and of humans and Galbatorix. He knew of the war between Elves and Skullblaka and he knew of the dragon Riders. He knew everything there was of the ancient language, and could write it and say it perfectly. All of this was from Poseidon's relentless tutoring. And so now he stood before the Olympian council, a sea-green egg resting in his palms. Zeus nodded, " You are ready." Percy nodded, said goodbye for the very last time, and fell backwards through the portal that had opened behind him.

ALAGAËSIA

Percy sat up, rubbing his eyes with his hand. His other hand he placed on the egg, that began to shake almost immediately. He put his other hand on the egg, and it shattered, the small dragon landing in his two hands. There was a sudden bright light, which made Percy advert his eyes, and a sharp pain in his hands. It faded away soon after, but there was now a weight in his conscience- the link to his dragon, obviously. He busied himself making wards around himself and his dragon, and after that inspected his surroundings. Behind him, a massive forest stood- the smallest trees over twenty feet tall- which he knew was Duweldenvarden, from the powerful aura he could feel radiating from it. He held his dragon unconsciously closer.
What should I name you, small one? Percy asked the dragon, bringing him up to eye level. His dragon squealed and batted Percy's nose, making Percy blink and smile.
What about...Galahad? Percy asked him. The newly named Galahad nodded excitedly, and swatted Percy's nose again.
" Now...into Du Weldenvarden!" Percy said, putting his wards up, and walked into the darkest, most mysterious forest he would ever encounter.

Almost instantly he was in trouble. No more than twelve feet into the giant forest, he heard shouting and the clash of swords. He hit the ground and crawled towards the noise, keeping Galahad between his arms.
" Get on my shoulder and don't let go," he murmured to the sea-green reptilian, who crawled up and curled around his neck, not tight enough to choke Percy, but tight enough so Galahad wouldn't fall off if Percy had to fight. He reached a clearing where five elves fought thirty soldiers. Percy growled, ducking behind a tree and unsheathing his sword. Though Elves could take care of themselves very well, thirty to five was unfair. He flipped the cowl of his cloak up, glad Poseidon had given him this to hide his round ears, and then ducked out, cleaving a soldier down with the edited Riptide that he held in his hands. He kicked a soldier into the sword of an elf, then turned and sliced the head clean of another soldier. He took a step forward, stabbing another soldier, then pivoted, blasting a soldier of an elf with a a water blast, then elbowed another in the stomach. The elves had, by now, managed to get their bearings and were finishing off the others. Once all the soldiers were dead, they turned to him.
" Eka fricai in Shur'tugal." Percy said, holding his hands cup and placing them together to make his full Gedwëy Ignäsia. Galahad peaked from the hood. The elves looked at each other, then grinned and cheered. Percy smiled, and slowly removed his hood. The elves weren't at all bothered by the fact that he was human. They continued to cheer and sing. Then they tugged on his sleeve and began to lead him away.
" To Ellésmera?" Percy asked its time in English. The elves nodded, then stopped, eyes wide, and introduced themselves, apologizing a million time over for not using their manners. Percy waved it off, saying that it was fine. He introduced himself as Perseus Poseidonsson, and told the elves to call him Percy.
The one that had tugged on his sleeve was named Aenor. He had been investigating strange noises outside of his house when he and his freinds had been ambushed.

They arrived at Ellésmera a few hours later. The sun had already set, making Du Weldenvarden darker than the dark of the night after the Final Battle. The Final Battle. It made him upset just thinking about it. The greatest history had left his freinds in a pool of their own blood. Aenor took him to his quarters after telling his companions to alert Islanzadi of Percy's arrival. It was past midnight, and the streets of Ellésmera were creepily empty. Aenor stopped at the entrance to Percy's new quarters.
" Thank you Aenor-elda. Good night."
" Goodnight, Shur'tugal." Aenor said respectfully.
" Please, just Percy." Then Percy began his ascent up the stairs.

Percy had a nightmare, as usual. He had just barely changed into his pajamas when he had collapsed onto the bed and fallen asleep with Galahad curled up with him. He stood in a giant burning valley. The valley was all too familiar. It was the valley at the foot of the Original Olympus. Around him lay thousands, no, hundreds, of dead bodies. There were six, though, that were crystal clear.
" No no I'm sorry I'm sorry!" A voice yelled. Percy spun around and saw an armored man fall to his knees, his head in his hands. " I'm sorry I didn't mean it! Stop!" The man(though Percy now realized it was a boy) cried. Percy came forward and stopped I front of the boy, kneeling in front of him. The boy looked up, and Percy's heart stopped.
It was him. Percy woke up with a start. Galahad squeaked and crawled onto his chest, a worried expression on his face. Percy blinked the tears out of his eyes and pet his dragon's head.
" I'm okay now. It was just a bad dream Gally." Percy said. He sat up. It was morning now, so He got dressed. Through the trip last night, Galahad had mysteriously ended up covered in mud. Percy gave him a good washing. Percy Took a bath himself. He made sure he looked as best as he could(even giving a half-hearted attempt at his hair, though he didn't try again as he knew it was hopeless). Then he made his way back down the stairs. He found Aenor waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs, ready to take him to the queen. This could only go well, couldn't it!
Oh boy.

Wow, rewritten in a day. I'll be damned if I ran do this again, but I'll start on chapter two right now, I promise.
Also, I will be putting a poll on my profile for who he should revive.
Have a nice(and hopefully not doomed) existence!

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