Time for Chapter 3!

So, Percy has bonded with his dragon, what shall the name be? Oh, I know that Galbatorix knows Murtagh's true name, but in this, since it's a fanfic, he doesn't and Murtagh is a good guy [just for those of you wondering]. And No, I will not bring any other PJO characters into the fic. And yes, I know Arya becomes a rider. She'll just become the rider for the white dragon mentioned in chapter 2.

I'm kind of leaning towards making Percy fall in love with someone here. Who should it be? And since I'm leaning towards that, Percy and Annabeth are only friends.

Enjoy chapter 3.

Percy's POV

I woke up, what to my guess, was several hours later.

There was a tingling in my hand, and a small dragon in my lap.

I almost jumped in shock, about to draw Riptide, but then I realized that it was my dragon. My emerald green dragon. That has no name.

What should I name it?

Hmm, not Greenie, wait. What gender is it? I lifted it up slightly, only to see it had no private.

How about Alexō? It means to defend… and I don't doubt that it'll save my life.

There we go, I'll name it Alexō.

The dragon promptly woke up and started rubbing its scaly head against my hand.

I tilted my hand up a bit so I could scratch under its chin.

In the middle of my palm, was a spiral scar that looked like a dragon flying. It shone silver, and it was raised above the rest of my skin. I rubbed my fingers over it.

"I'm going to name you Alexō," its head shot up. "Do you like that?"

It whined in agreement.

"It's about time you woke up," a deep voice said.

I shot up into a sitting position to see a somewhat tall man with black shoulder length hair like mine.

He had deep blue eyes, the looked like the ocean on a calm day.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Murtagh. Eragon's half-brother. I'm the Rider of the Red Dragon. Whose name is Thorn," he explained.

"Why'd you name him that?"

"He got a thorn stuck in his foot, so I said thorn while taking it out and he liked it, and when a dragon likes a name, he won't take it back."

"Interesting," I guess my dragon's name is Alexō.

"Have you named your dragon?"

"Yes, Alexō. It means to defend."

"Eragon has requested your presence. Follow me."

I slipped on some clean clothes from the wardrobe and followed Murtagh to a room that kind of looked like the war council at Camp Half-Blood.

Eragon, with all his elf-ness and another elf sat across from the dark-skinned woman from yesterday.

"Greetings, Percy Jacksson," the she-elf said.

"No, its just Jack-son. Not Jack's son."

"My apologies, Argetlam, you were requested here because we are debating whether or not to send you to Du Weldenvarden to help your training."

"I'll go." I'll need help understanding this dragon Rider business. Eragon spoke up. [A/N: Oromis and Glaedr are still alive.]

"Beware, once you go, you will never eat meat again. I doubted it myself, but during my time there, I found it very difficult to eat meat."

"But I like meat. I can't just give it up!"

"You're not just giving it, the things you learn there will change your views. There's no doubt about it."

"Very well, I guess I'll go," I paused. "Is Murtagh going?"

Eragon nodded. "Yes, Murtagh and I are going as well. I still have much to learn."

"If you guys are going, then I'm going," I said.

"Very well, we'll leave in the morning. It's about a two weeklong boat ride, so we'll start teaching you the ancient language on the ride there. We'll have Arya on board, so she'll teach you. I'm just going to fly straight there."

"Okay, sounds good to me."

Eragon nodded and dismissed the meeting.

I woke in the morn, at the brink of dawn.

I gathered was supplies I had and headed to the place where Eragon had told everyone to meet, with my dragon in tow.

Eragon and Murtagh were already there, talking while their dragons flew around.

The blue one, who I assumed was Saphira, was much larger than the petite red dragon, Thorn.

"Ahh, Percy. You've arrived." He looked down at Riptide. I had put it in sword form and sheathed it. "When we get to Du Weldenvarden, we'll have Rhunön alter your sword so you can store energy in it. We'll also train your mind during the journey."

"Whoa, alter my sword? I like my sword the way it is!"

"We're just going to add a gemstone to the pommel for you to store energy."

"Just don't mess it up."

He held out his hand.

"What?"

"Give me your sword. I'll take it with me to Ellesméra to have Rhunön work on it while you two are on the way here."

I was reluctant to give him my sword. "It is enchanted. It always returns to me."

"Is that so? Surely if you purposely gave it to someone, then it would not come back until you yourself took it back, yes?"

I had hoped he would not think of that, but yes it was true.

From his expression, he knew what I was thinking. "I was taught in Logic, my friend. I always have a way out." I handed him Riptide in its sheath.

"Don't lose it. Or you'll pay."

"Vel eïnradhin iet ai Shurʼtugal," he said.

"What does that mean?"

"Upon my word as a Rider." And with that, he somersaulted upon his dragon's back and they flew off.

"He likes to show off his elf-awesomeness, doesn't he?" I asked Murtagh.

"Yes, yes he does. Hopefully we'll be able to get turned into elves. That would help."

We left soon after, but we left on a boat.

I used my powers to speed us up a bit, so we could get out of Surda and towards Du Weldenvarden.

The long trip had begun. And soon shall my training.

At the end of the first day, we had gotten farther than Arya had expected possible.

"With how fast we're traveling, we'll make it to Du Weldenvarden in less than a week. That means we'll have to start your training your mind. Murtagh already knows this, so it's just you I'll be teaching."

"Okay, let's get started."

She nodded. "Alright, first lesson. I will enter your mind, you just have to think of a way to get and keep me out."

I started to retort her statement, but then I felt something brush against my mind. It started getting bigger, so I began to think of ways to block it.

A wall!

I mentally imagined a wall around my brain, and little workers that pushed everything that wasn't mine out of the walls.

The consciousness faded into the background.

"Very good. Not many get it on their first try."

"Well, I'm a fast learner."

"I see," her voice trailed off.

We spent many hours together, her teaching me the basics of expanding my mind, erecting barriers, telling when others are accessing my mind, that kind of stuff.

When I had learned all this and could access it at will, she moved on to Magic.

"Wait, so, because I'm a Rider, I can use magic?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said simply.

"So Magic like this?" I used my powers to lift some of the water in the river beneath us out of the river.

"How did you do that? You didn't even speak the ancient language, and I know you're not good enough to just think it," she asked.

"This is my power. I was born with this. I got it from my father."

"Was your father a magician?" I rolled my eyes in exasperation; did she not hear anything I said when I first arrived?

"No, he's a god."

"There are no such things as gods."

"Well, my father is one. So, there's proof."

She ignored me and went on to explaining magic and its uses.

"You can use it to kill, heal, help, unlock things. It is helpful for many things."

"Am I going to learn how to use this… magic?"

"Aye, you are. We're going to Ellesméra so you can further your ability in swordsmanship, and learn magic."

"Cool."

She looked around. "Well, since you learned everything I had to teach you, I guess you can just meditate for the rest of the trip."

"Meditate?"

"Just close your eyes, and keep your mind wide open." [A/N: Anybody recognize that?]

"Uh, okay." I closed my eyes and let my barriers fall. I extended my mind towards my surroundings, lightly touching everything around me.

Arya accepted my presence in her mind, and mentioned for me to focus on nothing, but everything at the same time.

I tried what she said, but I always got distracted from looking at everything, and focused on a salmon that was swimming next to us, trying to get to me.

Hello, offspring of Kílf! Are you going to Du Weldenvarden?

Yes, why? I asked.

Meet with Landar Fargo and tell him Kílf sends her regards. Ask for her gift.

Will do. Thank you for the information.

I continued searching my surroundings.

"Learn anything?" Arya asked.

"Only that went we get to Du Weldenvarden, I'm supposed to look for a guy named Landar Fargo and ask for Kílf's gift. Whatever that means."

She looked shocked for a moment, but then her face became the familiar mask of indifference again. "Ah," she said.

There must be something she isn't telling me.

I let the subject drop and continued meditating.

It was an interesting experience, I could feel everything happening, but I could really only focus on one thing. I tried focusing on two things on separate fields of vision, but I could only do that for a few minutes.

For the next couple days, I continued to learn about magic and its uses.

I also meditated for almost three hours after every meal, and for a couple minutes before I went to bed.

Around noon on the sixth day, I saw a giant forest come into view.

"Is that Du Weldenvarden?"

"Aye, it is. Such a wonderful place."

"It looks like a giant forest."

"That's because it is. We don't destroy trees for the making of buildings, why not when we can sing the trees to make the houses for us?"

"You sing houses out of trees?"

"It's not that difficult. Not stop being immature."

"I'm not being immature! I strike it odd that you sing and a house pops up!"

"A house does not just 'pop up' so to say. It takes weeks to properly sing a house. Whereas, a bow, you can sing in five minutes."

"I hate bows."

"Don't worry. You'll learn how to use one."

"That's a bad idea. I'm probably the worst archer in the world."

"You'll learn. And if you really are the worst, we'll use magic to teach you. Everything in Ellesméra succeeds."

"Okay, whatever." I did not believe a word she said.

After that conversation, she taught me the elves greeting customs, and told me that I would need them while I was here.

I looked at her. With the sunlight hitting her face, and the wind blowing her hair, she looked really pretty.

She must have noticed me staring and looked at me. She rolled her eyes at me and stalked away.

I think I heard her mumble something like, "Another Eragon," but I wasn't entirely sure.

I mentally slapped myself for being rude.

She only came around me again to tell me that we were fifteen minutes away from Ellesméra.

"Okay, thanks."

She nodded and walked off.

"Alexō! Where are you?"

He came bounding up and jumped on my chest, knocking me over.

"Hey, buddy. What have you been up to?"

I suddenly felt full, and happy, like I had just played for hours straight, but I wasn't tired.

Then I realized that my dragon was sending me those sensations as a way of telling me what he had been doing.

"Did you play with Thorn?"

He sent me an affirmative response.

"Okay, well, we're about to get to Ellesméra so don't leave my sight, got it?"

It looked like he nodded.

I walked to the stern of the boat and saw Arya. She looked at me and nodded.

"When do dragons learn to fly?"

"Since the training he will receive here will require him to fly and breathe fire, he will probably learn much earlier than most, as will Murtagh's dragon."

"Okay."

/^\

We waited in silence until the boat docked at a port in Ellesméra. The rope lashed itself around the stable, courteous to my powers.

We all stepped off the boat, and Arya led us through the city, until we reached a grand hall made out of trees and branches.

I looked around. We walked to the end of the hallway and stopped.

A large set of hickory wood doors swung open by themselves.

We strode into the middle of a grand room that kind of reminded me of the Throne room on Olympus.

We knelt at the throne of a middle-aged woman. She had striking green eyes, and raven black hair. She looked like an older version of Arya.

"Rise, my daughter." Arya stood to her feet. Wait is Arya a princess? "Rise, humans." I rose to my feet next to Arya and Murtagh.

"Why have you entered my domain? To learn?"

I did the customary elves greeting gesture, but then said, "Yes, I am here to learn magic and swordsmanship."

"Then let us begin," she said.

Phew! That was a long chapter! Thanks for reviews.