Percy's POV – Rocky Mountains

I awoke in the morning refreshed and energized.

I was mulling over what the vision had shown me.

I had to consult with my mother, I mean, Sally.

As I was strapping the last of my travel supplies for the trip to Manhattan, Annabeth saw me and walked over.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going away for a bit. Just continue training with Eragon and Murtagh, they'll know what to do." She nodded. "Also, when you see them, tell them that I said it was okay if they started trying to heal the Eldunarí."

"Will do."

I climbed up on Alexō's back.

"Percy," she called.

"Yes?"

"Be safe. Okay?"

"Don't worry, I will."

Time to go? Alexō asked.

Yea, let's go.

I had Riptide in my pocket, and Adurna on my waist.

I looked down at my dragon.

His emerald scales reflected any light that landed on them, making him look like a shooting star in the bright sky.

You seem more mature now, Alexō.

Well, I had children. I've had to raise them and hunt for them.

Do you wish you hadn't had children?

No, I love my children, but there certainly isn't a quiet moment anymore; not with them running around.

We shared a laugh. And you've grown, Alexō.

It's that spell they put on me when I was a hatchling. It hasn't worn off. I'm still growing faster than Saphira. I'll be her size in a couple months.

Wow. Have you still been practicing your fire breathing?

Pride entered his voice. I have indeed; I can breathe fire up to half an hour now.

That's good.

We talked the rest of the day, just enjoying the chance to talk with one another without interruption.

We reached Pennsylvania that night.

"Get some rest, buddy, we'll keep going in the morning."

He snorted his approval and fell asleep. I set up a quick fire and ate some dried fruits.

I practiced some magic, surprising myself when I felt how powerful I had gotten.

Disturbed, I laid down next to my dragon and fell asleep.

/^\

"….Perseus…." I looked around. I was in the cave again. The sharp edges looked sharper, and I smelled… what was that? It smelled like dragon.

"….Perseus…." the voice said again. The voice was raspy, like razor sharp knives scraping against a chalkboard.

It sounded like Kronos, but it was worse.

"….Perseus…." It kept calling my name.

"What? I'm here! Show yourself!" I yelled to the darkness.

A figure stepped out. He was garbed in dark robes that were ripped in many places. He had greasy black hair that fell over his eyes.

He looked up at me with glowing gold eyes.

It was Galbatorix.

"I'm more powerful than my previous state, Perseus Jackson. You will never defeat me again. You may have defeat me on Earth, and you may have defeated Galbatorix, but now that we are one, we shall destroy you!"

I felt an overwhelming sense of doom, then I realized that I was more powerful than they thought I was.

I stood confidently.

"Then come and get me, Kronos."

"We are coming, Perseus." A young gold dragon stepped out from behind him. "We are coming."

/^\

I awoke in a cold sweat, something that was becoming common.

I ate a quick breakfast and practiced my sword fighting stances before I mounted Alexō again and we continued on our journey.

We reached New York around 9PM.

The city's lights were something Alexō was unaccustomed to, so we landed outside the city and I took a taxi into central New York.

When I arrived, Alexō asked my position and how far I was from Sally.

I just arrived. I'll contact you in a moment.

I paid the driver and climbed the stairs to Sally's apartment.

I knocked three swift times.

She opened the door and saw me.

She looked me over.

"May I help you?"

She doesn't even recognize me anymore, I thought to myself.

"Mom, it's me. Percy."

Her eyes widened. "Percy?" she whispered. "Is that you?"

"Yes, Mom, it's me." She pulled me into a hug. "We have a lot to discuss."

After I had relayed everything that had happened to me, including Alexō, Galbatorix, and my turning into an elf. She asked, "You're not human anymore?"

"No, I'm an elf. There's more though."

"What?"

"I met my real mother."

Her eyes widened even more and then she frantically said, "I was going to tell you Percy, but your first word was 'Mama,' and I knew I just couldn't. I love you like my own, Percy."

I sighed. "So you know who my real mother is?"

"Yes, she is Kílf."

"Yes, she is," I agreed. "And one more thing, Poseidon isn't even my dad."

"What, how?"

"It was someone else. I have no clue who he is. I am now Perseus, son of Kílf."

She wiped a stray tear. "How'd you find out? I mean, did she tell you, or did you figure it out yourself?"

"She showed me my birth. Gûntera tried to kill me, and now I'm his favorite Rider, other than the first Eragon." She nodded at my comment solemnly.

Then she spoke, "I wish I could tell you who your father was. But she swore me to secrecy."

I hugged her once more, said my goodbyes, and left.

Alexō and I had started back to my base.

/^\

We made it back in two days.

Annabeth had continued studying the ancient language with my two Rider friends.

"Eragon, most of the Eldunarí are recovering. There's only one more Eldunarí that I need you help with."

He took me to a rather large Eldunarí.

We both reached out with our minds until we felt its consciousness.

Sadness and misery filled my mind, coming from the Eldunarí. It was hard not to just sit there in the dragon's misery.

I fought through his misery and pinpointed the source.

Bit by bit, his broken mind was healing.

I pulled away, pleased with my work.

"That's the last of them. We healed them," Murtagh said, pleased.

A/N: Well, that's chapter fourteen. Man, I am spoiling you guys. Four chapters in one week! I've been working ahead, so there's only about three more chapters left in this story!

Okay, I have some questions for you readers:

-Who do you think Percy's dad is?

-What will happen when Poseidon finds out Percy isn't his son?

-What will Percy do when/if he returns to Alagaësia?