The egg furiously rocked back and forth while emitting a high pitched squeaking sound. The sound continued to grow in volume until the egg exploded, and an emerald green dragon with silver eyes came out. The dragon was as long as my arm and about as thick around as my thigh.

"She's beautiful," Eragon commented.

I nodded and smiled at the small dragon, "How do you know it is a she?"

"The scales around her eyes. On a female, they're triangular, and on a male, they are round like all the other scales. What do you wish to name her?"

I thought of the few Ancient Language words I knew, and as I sifted through them, I found one that fit her perfectly, "Gülia, Luck. Here on earth, the color green is associated with luck, and it was pure luck that you showed up so that she could hatch for me, so her name is Gülia."

"The name does seem fitting, why don't you see if she likes it?"

"How?" I asked feeling stupid.

'Touch her so that your link may be created, then once your link has been opened, tell her through your mind,' Saphira said knowingly and somewhat proud.

I did as Saphira suggested, and placed my hand on Gülia's scales. There was a feeling of fire which raced across my palm, then it cooled, and I felt a mind touching mine. The mind was small compared with the others I had touched, and I instantly knew it was Gülia.

'Hello, Gülia,' I mentally said to her. 'Do you like that name? Gülia?'

Gülia hummed and showed a sense of pleasure within our shared mind space.

'It would seem my daughter likes her name,' Saphira told me. 'She looks much like her father, only brighter.'

"Gülia is your child, Saphira?" I asked incredulously.

'Yes, she is the only child of Fírnen and I who has hatched as of yet. I layed three eggs after Eragon and I left Alagaësia, and she is the first to hatch.'

"It is an honor to be the rider of the child of Saphira and Fírnen, I shall care for her well. Now, I wish to show you what it is like to be a demigod."

Eragon nodded, and I picked up Gülia before leading Eragon and Saphira through Camp Half-Blood. First I showed them the cabins which they found to be the oddest assortment of buildings they had ever seen. Saphira especially liked the Poseidon cabin, and when I told her that was where I stayed with my brother, she seemed pleased that Gülia would be staying there. The next place we went was the arena where Percy was showing a group of Aphrodite girls the proper use of a sword which was not an easy job seeing as all they wanted to do was look at their reflections in the shiny metal. I laughed when I noticed that he wasn't the only one struggling with them as Piper was allso trying to teach them.

"Use your charm speak, Piper," I suggested as we got closer. "It'll work better with that bunch of girls."

"Already tried, but as soon as I quit talking, they go back to looking at themselves," Piper replied. "My sisters are just hopeless."

"No kidding. Just give up then; it'll be far easier. You and Percy could spar. Show Eragon and Saphira how we demigods fight."

"I'd rather spar with Eragon," Percy suggested. "I'd like to see how good this Dragon Rider is with a sword."

"I accept your challenge, Poseidonson," Eragon smiled.

Eragon pulled out Brisingr, and running his fingers around the blade of the sword, Eragon muttered, "Gëuloth du knífr."

"What are you doing?" Percy asked.

Once Eragon was finished dulling his sword, he replied, "I just dulled my sword so that it will not harm you. Is that not common practice here?"

"We do not have any means to dull the blades of our swords. We merely have to be careful to not kill one another," Percy replied.

"I can dull your sword as well, if you like," Eragon suggested.

"No, I will fight as I always have. I will never dull the edge of Anaklusmos. To do so would be to subject myself to the potential of losing battles with monsters, and in those, it is life or death."

"As you wish, but Brisingr will remain dulled as I do not wish to kill you. My blade's keen edge is far sharper than any other as it was made in the Elvin way imbued with magic."

"As you wish," Percy replied, and the pair of them stood in ready position. The two circled each other trying to find a weakness in the other's stance. I could see my brother's calculating gaze as he tried to disipher how best to attack his opponent the way Annabeth would. On the other hand Eragon stood facing his opponent with a look of peace upon his face as if this battle were nothing.

Percy was the first to strike as he made a headlong dash at Eragon in attempt to strike at his head; Eragon quickly parried the blow and made his own strike towards Percy's legs. Percy just barley swatted Brisingr's keen edge away, and Eragon agin attempted an attack this time swinging for Percy's shoulder. The blow made contact and Percy cried out in pain, and I could see the arrogance fade from his expression. The two pulled away from one another, and Percy recalculated the speed of this elf-like man. The pair circled once, twice, and Percy attempted another attack feinting at Eragon's right before attacking his left. I could see that Eragon was not fooled by Percy's trick as he quickly raised his sword to block the attack to his left. After that, Eragon threw a series of attacks keeping Percy on the defensive until he could find a way past Percy's guard. Just such an opportunity presented itself to Eragon as Percy lifted his sword a little too high. At that moment Eragon flicked his sword is such a way that threw Riptide to the ground.

Once Riptide was no longer in Percy's possession Eragon used Brisengr to pin Percy to the ground by his throat, and he wispered,"I win."

Eragon rose to his feet and assisted Percy in doing the same.

"You faught well Shadeslayer," Percy said humbly. "I wish I had your speed."

Eragon smiled and the horn sounded for lunch.