Percy's POV – Rocky Mountains

After Eragon had finally calmed down, again, we started singing a house for the Eldunarí.

It took us several days, but we finished it on time.

"Okay guys, get some rest, then all of us will unload the Eldunarí into the building, and after that, we should try healing their minds."

They both nodded at me, then left to find rest.

/^\

We met the next morning, and got to work unloading the eggs and Eldunarí into the building we had sung.

By the time we were halfway done, Eragon was more tired than I was, and he was using his Eldunarí, whereas I wasn't using any Eldunarí, or combining my power with Alexō's.

"How can you be more powerful than me? You've only been here for a couple months."

"I'm an Elven-godson. I'm more powerful than you. I'm sorry, Eragon."

"Oh, that's right. Gûntera changed you into a true elf." He wiped some sweat from his brow.

I wanted to do something. "Here, take some of my energy."

"Nay, I'll do no such thing."

I shrugged and kept working.

A couple hours later, I caught myself thinking of Arya; of her beautiful black hair, and her emerald green eyes.

"Percy? You there?" I shook my head and saw Annabeth standing next to me. "Oh, goodness, I thought you were a goner."

"Nope, I'm not a goner," I assured.

She smiled lovingly at me. Does she like me? Ew, she's just a friend.

She walked away, still smiling.

We finished unloading the eggs and Eldunarí just a bit later.

Eragon and Murtagh went off to bed, leaving Annabeth and I sitting by the fire.

"So, Percy, have you read any of those scrolls yet?"

I sighed. I knew she wouldn't let this drop. "No, Annabeth, I haven't. We've been busy unloading the Eldunarí and eggs." That statement reminded me of the sword. "Do you still have that sword I gave you?"

She thought for a moment. "Yea, why?"

"I need to look at it. Could you get it for me?"

"Sure thing. I'll be right back."

I ran my hand through my ever-growing hair until I felt the pointy tips of my ears.

I gave up immortality, and I got it anyway. Just my luck.

I heard Annabeth's footsteps and smelled her coconut lotion before I looked up to see her.

She held the sword in her hand.

I took it from her hands and looked it over.

It had a silver dragon scale design on the sheathe. The hilt was a simple, leather-wrapped hilt with a diamond on the pommel. The cross guard was simple, just two metals bars to catch an enemy blade.

The blade was of elven make, and was gleaming silver.

The light caught on different parts of the blade as I slid it out of the sheathe. There was a word from the ancient language

"A magnificent blade. It's of elven make, which is strange. I don't remember there ever being any elves on Earth. I'll have to ask Gûntera."

I looked past Annabeth.

A beautiful woman walked along the edge of the lake.

She had flowing black hair, and a wreath of olive leaves in her hair.

She turned her neck and looked at me. Her gleaming blue eyes caught mine. She smiled and walked away.

"Percy? Are you okay?" She looked behind her, but she didn't see anything.

I shook my head. "Yea, I just have to take a walk. I'll be back."

I got up, handed her the sword and started walking towards the woman. My hand was holding the hilt of Adurna with a white-knuckled grip.

I finally caught up with the woman.

"Hello, Perseus, my son."

What should I say? Mom or Dad?

"Hello, Kílf."

She turned around, holding a trident.

"I've waited a long time to see you," she said.

"Um, you have?"

"Yes, I've waited almost three hundred years."

"I've only been alive 17 years."

She smiled. "That's where you're mistaken." She reached for my forehead, like Prometheus had.

I back stepped out of her range. "Whoa, what are you doing?"

"I want to show you something. I want to show you your birth."

She reached forward again and touched my forehead.

Images flashed through my brain, and everything went dark.

/^\

There was a beautiful woman lying on a table. Her face was constricted in pain and agony. There were doctors standing around her.

She opened her eyes with a scream, and I saw her blue eyes, blue like the sea. They were lined with unshed tears.

"We're losing him! We're losing him!" the doctors yelled.

"We need to get that baby out now!"

Kílf let out another horrible scream, and then, silence.

A new round of screams shot through the silence, followed by a babe's first cry.

The doctor cleaned up the baby and handed it to Kílf.

"Perseus. That is your name, child."

I finally got a look at the child. It had a black tuff of hair atop its head, and when it opened its eyes, they were blue, like its mother's.

"My son," Kílf crooned.

A man stood next to Kílf.

"What are you going to do, sister? You know Gûntera will kill the child if he knew it is yours. You aren't even supposed to be-" the man said.

"Helgrind, please. Gûntera would not dare touch my son. Not when he knows my son has both the power of me and my Greek counterpart."

Helgrind seemed shocked. "You mean, he is the one?"

"Yes, he will be the One. He will bring us together."

"But Gûntera-" he started.

"Is not a problem," she countered. "It pains me to do so, but I must send him to America to save him. I foresee a day where he will return to help the Riders, but that is not for many years."

She tried to sit up in the bed, but Helgrind made her stay down. "No, you're not well, sister. You need to rest. What do you want me to do with the child?"

"Put him to sleep. Then when the time is right, send him to the woman Sally Jackson. She knows of Alagëasia. She will care for the boy and treat him as her own."

Helgrind nodded, his black mane of hair shaking.

Kílf kissed her son once more and handed him to her brother.

As he turned to leave, she said, "Brother."

"Yes, Kílf?"

"I want you to watch over him on Earth. But don't let Poseidon figure out that I told you. Poseidon will think Perseus is his son, especially since he is courting Sally."

"I will, sister." And he melted into the shadows.

Kílf laid down her head on the pillow and cried.

Another man, an elf entered the room.

"Kílf, where is the child?" he said with an irritated strain in his voice.

"He is gone, you will never find him, Gûntera."

"Does our brother even know who the boy's father is?"

"No, he doesn't. And neither will you!"

"Tell me who he is!" Gûntera commanded.

"Never!" Kílf yelled.

Gûntera yelled and stormed out of the room.

/^\

I came back to real life with a gasp.

I was back at the campfire, and Annabeth was sitting on the other side.

I slowly sat up and rubbed my head.

"You're awake," she noted.

"Yea, uh, how long was I out?"

"Almost ten minutes. You must have been having quite a dream, because you kept thrashing around. I was afraid to go to sleep in case you hurt yourself."

"I had a vision. Of my birth."

"Why?"

"I don't want to talk about it just yet."

"Why? It can't be that bad, Percy," she insisted.

"Annabeth, I really don't want to talk about it. If I change my mind, I'll tell you, but not now. I need to mull it over."

My resistance seemed to upset her. "Okay. I'm here for you, you know that right?" I nodded. "Well, since you're up and about, I'm going to bed."

"Okay, sleep well."

I went to bed soon after, thinking one thought.

My mom isn't my mother!

A/N: Well, that's an interesting twist. I thought it would be cool, so I added that. Did you like my chapter?