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Chapter 4

Percy stood in shock. The dragon was asleep, and the last thing he wanted to do was wake it. He slowly pulled Riptide from his pocket, removing the pen cap. The bronze sword extended without a sound. Slowly, silently, Percy crept towards the dragon. He had to get Prentis away from the beast before it woke. When he got closer to the dragon, it stirred. Percy stopped, wondering how he could injure it so that it wouldn't come after them. A thought popped in his head, and he moved towards one of the beast's wings. He lifted Riptide above his head, tip pointed to the ground, and thrust his sword through the thin lavender membrane of the dragon's wing. It's eyes popped open, and it roared in pain. Prentis jumped up, his arm twinging with sympathy pain. Before he even looked to see who the attacker was, he yelled, "Jierda!" Percy was thrust through the air into a tree as if a great force had hit him. Prentis rushed to Nestia's wing. It was spread out awkwardly, and blood ran down from the wound.

Nes, you need to stop moving, Prentis said. It's pinning your wing to the ground. If you don't stop, you might break your wing.

She heeded his warning and crouched low to the ground.

This'll hurt, Nes.

Not as much as it does currently, she snapped. Just get it out.

Prentis gripped the sword and jerked it up. Nestia spasmed as it left her wing. Instinctively, she tried to fold it, but Prentis stopped her.

Let me heal it first.

Nestia bobbed her head. Prentis put his hand over the wound.

"WaĆ­se heill,"he said.

The bleeding stopped, and the thin membrane molded back together. Prentis spun around, furiously looking for Nestia's attacker. The sound of rushing feet met his ears, and he grabbed his purple blade Vanyali. Percy regained consciousness and pushed himself to his feet.

"Prentis! The dragon!"

Prentis wheeled to face him.

"Did you attack Nestia?" He demanded.

"Who?"

"Nestia, my dragon. Where you the one who pierced her wing?"

"Your dragon?"

Campers flooded the clearing, all brandishing weapons. Prentis turned to them, sword in his right hand, and his left palm glowing with unreleased magic. It suddenly dawned on Percy what was going on. Prentis hadn't been captured by the dragon, he had been resting with it. He was angered by Percy injuring it because the dragon was Prentis' friend. Prentis opened his mouth to speak the Ancient Language, and Nestia reared back. Percy ran forward, arms spread out.

"Stop! The dragon's harmless!" He yelled.

The earth shook slightly as Nestia dropped down. Prentis' palm ceased to glow, leaving behind his white gedwey ignasia. He sheathed Vanyali and turned back to Nestia. Awkward silence filled the clearing untill Leo piped up.

"So, harmless dragon. Why is there a giant harmless dragon in our forest?" He asked.

"Her name is Nestia, and she isn't exactly harmless," Prentis said. "If you mean us no harm, then she won't hurt you."

Chiron stamped his hooves to get the campers' attention

"Everyone to the dining pavilion," he loudly proclaimed. He looked to Prentis. "If you wouldn't mind, I would like for you and Nestia to come as well and explain some of this situation. I myself am as curious as the others."

Prentis nodded, saying, "Wiol ono."

The campers slowly dispersed, Chiron trotting behind. Percy lagged back. Prentis glanced at him as he tightened Nestia's saddle.

"What?" He asked.

"I'm sorry for wounding your dragon," Percy began. "I thought it was holding you hostage or something."

"I'm not the one to whom you should apologize."

"What?"

He means me, human.

Percy jumped. "It can talk?"

I'm not an imbecile. And I have a name. She growled.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I never should have stabbed you, and I never will again."

Percy dipped his head, then left. Prentis climbed onto Nestia's back and strapped his legs into the saddle.

I have missed this, young one.

So have I, Nes.

Nestia spread her wings and launched herself into the sky. They swooped over the camp, enjoying the feeling of being together in the sky again. Prentis untied the leather strap covering his ears and put it in his mouth. After all, the campers knew about Nestia. What harm would be in them knowing that he was an elf? He braided his hair back and tied it with the strip of leather, then glanced down at his hands. The gedwey ignasia, the same mark his mother, father, grandfather, and uncle all had.

No, my mother was the only one to bear this mark. My father never held that title. he thought bitterly.

Prentis, do you hear your own thoughts? This Zeus may have sired you, but did he raise you? Was it he that held you on a saddle when you were too small to hold yourself up? Was he the one to teach you how to fight? Was he there when I hatched for you? Zeus may have sired you, but Eragon was your father. Stop worrying about it, young one. Nothing can be changed. We must accept it and move on.

Prentis sighed and smiled grimly at Nestia's wise words. You're right, Nes.

I know.

He rolled his eyes at his dragon's smug attitude. Nestia veered to the right and dipped into a steep dive towards the dining pavilion. The campers were a buzz of activity. Nestia landed behind the marble slab where Chiron and Dionysius usually sat. A hush settled over the crowd of teenagers. Prentis dropped off of Nestia and landed with a soft thud. With his blond hair out of his face, his inhuman features were more obvious to the campers. He took a deep breath and prepared to tell his story.

"To begin, I'm not from here," he said. "Nestia and I are from a land called Alagaesia, which we have been told is not found on your maps. In Alagaesia, there is a group known as the Order of Dragon Riders, and I was a part of it."

He continued on for what seemed like an eternity with the camper's rapt attention on him. Without going into explicit detail, he explained that there had been a corrupt Rider in their midst that had captured him and his parents and how when they escaped, his parents had been fatally wounded. His words became quiet at that point in the narrative, and his forest green eyes glistened with un-shed tears. Everything was silent once he finished. The campers gazed at him with a mix of emotions, half of their expression unreadable. All of the Aphrodite girls dabbed at their eyes, whispering things like, "Poor thing." Prentis looked around at the different faces, casting out his mind to brush theirs. After a minute of awkward silence, the teenagers began pelting Prentis with questions all at once.

"Everyone, quiet, please!" Chiron yelled. Silence gradually returned. "Keep your questions for later. Now, it is time to get back to our normal camp activities."

There were grumbles of aggravation as the campers dispersed. Chiron turned to Prentis.

"I can show you where Zeus' cabin is if you would like to put your things there," he said.

"Yes, thank you."

Prentis looked around at the campers as they left the pavilion. Some of them were talking excitedly between themselves, and others actually glanced at Prentis in either awe or pity. He thought that maybe revealing himself and Nestia wasn't such a bad thing. Maybe, just maybe, once all the excitement died down, he could fit in a bit.