"Adurna!" I heard my brother call out from behind me.
"Yes, Percy?" I asked irritated.
My brother has a tendency to irritate me for no reason, usually asking if I've found where my mom came up with my name from, or why my ears are pointed. I've gotten rather tired of it in the past three years since I first came to Camp Half-Blood.
"What has you all in a snit? I have good news."
Leave it to Percy to ask that, so I replied snottily, "And what, pray tell, is this good news?"
"I asked Annabeth to marry me! She said yes!"
Wow, he finally got up the nerve to ask her. They've only been dating since they were what, sixteen. Anyways, so that's like ten years of dating before my idiot brother finally asked her to marry him. I mean, I guess the first two years of their relationship, they were too young, but after that, eight years of time when he could have asked her.
"That's great, Percy," I replied happily.
"I know, oh, and there's some guy with a giant blue dragon hanging out around the border. He looks kinda like that guy from the dragon movie you made me watch."
As soon as my brother quit talking, I was off. I didn't even wait to answer him, or to see if he was going to follow me. It only took me around two minutes to reach the border where Thalia's Pine stood tall and proud. Standing on the other side was an Elvin man and a giant sapphire blue dragon.
"Eragon?" I asked unsure if my dreams of the Inheritance Cycle being true had finally happened.
"Yes, I am Eragon, and you are?" the man stated calmly.
"Adurna Aiedailsdaughter, daughter of Poseidon god of the sea," I probably shouldn't have mentioned father, but I felt as if I should trust this man who stood with a dragon. "Would that be Sapphira Bjartskular?"
I gestured towards the dragon, and Eragon nodded, "How do you know us? We are not of this world."
"A series of books written by one who dreamt of your struggle with Galbatorix. But come, come. I Adurna daughter of Poseidon give you Eragon Bromsson and you Sapphira Bjartskular permission to enter Camp Half-Blood. The barrier will let you through now."
Eragon and Sapphira stepped past the barrier and into camp. Eragon expressed his thanks, "We could not find any way past that invisible barrier. It is a spell like none we have ever encountered."
"I understand, Argetlam."
Just as Sapphira was entirely through the barrier, Percy arrived winded, "How on Earth do you run so fast, Adurna? Sometimes I wonder if you're not a Nymph. Who's that?"
"Percy, this is Eragon Shadeslayer and Sapphira Bjartskular of Alagasëa. Eragon, Sapphira, this is my elder brother Perceus Poseidonson."
"That's not my last name," Percy protested.
"Where they come from, Percy, there are no last names only the father's name and son for men and the mother's name and daughter for women as well as any titles they have acquired. Such as, Eragon Bromsson Shadslayer Shur'gatl Kingkiller."
"Oh," Percy replied with a dumb look on his face. Then again, Percy always had a dumb look on his face.
"I prefer not to use the title Kingkiller," Eragon stated.
I bowed my head, "Of course, Argetlam. Why exactly are you here? I am sure you have much to do in Alagasëa."
"I was sent here to find new riders, or so I presume. A shimmering disturbance in the air dropped me here."
"Oh."
Suddenly there was a powerful mind brushing against the barrier I set in my mind, 'I mean you no harm, little one. I only wish to speak with you.'
"I wouldn't ignore a dragon if I were you," Eragon suggested.
I opened my mind, and the powerful presence of Saphira entered my mind, 'You're an Elf!' She exclaimed.
Eragon looked me over, and smiled when he noticed the points on my ears, "Yes, an Elf indeed, but something else as well. It's not human."
"What do you mean, an Elf? I am a demigod daughter of Poseidon. The first daughter to be born to him in over a century."
'There are no gods, little one,' Saphira insisted to me.
"Percy, go see if you can get Mr. D to come over here, and bring Chiron if you can," I told him.
Percy did as I asked, then I turned to the pair of Dragon and Rider, "Never say that there is no such thig as gods to me again. I have just sent my brother to find our resident god at the camp. He's here as punishment from Lord Zeus king of the gods."
Eragon nodded, "Tell us about your gods."
I explained as much about the Greek gods and the demigods and monsters and all other information I felt they needed to know about concerning Greek Mythology as I could before Percy ran over with Mr. D and Chiron in tow.
"This had better be worth disrupting my nap, Peter Johnson," Mr. D grumbled.
"Mr. D, Chiron, I want you to meet Eragon and Saphira. They do not believe that gods exist," I said as they neared me.
"Don't believe gods exist, eh. Then what do you think I am? A filthy mortal?"
"Now, now, Dionysus. They are not from here, and therefore do not understand that which we know to be truth," Chiron chided.
"What are you?" Eragon asked Chiron.
"I am a Centaur, dear boy," Chiron calmly replied.
"How do I know that this man is a god?" Eragon asked pointing at Mr. D.
"Can a mortal such as yourself summon a goblet of wine whenever you want, like so?" Mr. D asked as he summoned a goblet of wine.
I glared at Mr. D as Eragon stated, "As long as I know the correct words, yes." Eragon spoke a few quick words in the Ancient Language, and an exact replica of the goblet of wine appeared in his hand. "Any other questions? Oh, and I am not exactly mortal. I can be killed, but as long as I do not recieve a fatal blow, I will live on forever."
"Mr. D you should not have that," I stated. "Remember your punishment?"
"You do not need to remind me April," Mr. D growled.
Eragon cocked his head in confusion, and I answered his unspoken question, "Mr. D likes to purposly call us by names other than our own."
"Oh," Eragon nodded.
"Eragon, view my memories, you will see that there are gods. Trust in my memories. I know that to tell you in the Ancient Language would only prove that I believe it to be true," I told him.
"As you wish."
I steeled myself to recieve Eragon's mind into mine, and found it's depth refreshing. The only mind I had ever touched before was my mother's, and her mind was not quite as vast as that of the rider who stood before me. Eragon sifted through my memories about the gods, and as he searched, I could feel him becoming more and more convinced that I was right. As he pulled his mind away, I smiled at having been the victor in this battle of the witts.
"So, do you believe me now?" I asked.
Eragon nodded, and gave Mr. D a slight bow, "My appologies for doubting you."
Mr. D harumphed and walked towards the Big House with Chiron leaving Percy and I with Eragon. Percy explained that he needed to talk with Annabeth, and excused himself. I smiled, my brother knew I wanted to be alone with Eragon and Saphira.
"Do you have any Eggs?" I asked quickley.
Eragon smiled at my enthusiasm, and pulled a dragon egg out of Saphira's saddle. The egg was emerald green with a hint of silver marbled through it. I immediately reached out to touch it, and when it came into contact with my skin, it began to hatch.