I raise my sword in shock and fear "it's ok, I shall not hurt you child" it says, it's voice calming but I keep my resolve "and how do i know that?" I ask and it seems to smile, which looks really weird on a dragon! I eye the dragon slowly, trying to see a tense spot, any sign on tension or fear but it's completely relaxed, laying on it's claws with it's wings down. No sign of any hostility but that means nothing after all it is a dragon about 3 times my size.

It looks at me with eyes...silver as the moon, ancient as Chiron, he's seen everything and still sits here...forever. I shake my head as I feel tendrils of darkness snake their way into my mind from the dragon's eyes almost like the spirit of Delphi, they seem so kind and they remind me of my mother in some way or another that I just drop my blade, it clatters on the floor Hades "good" it says calmly and I feel the corners of my mouth twitch up in a small smile "now Percy Jackson" my eyes widen "h-how do you know my name?" I ask shakily, still feeling the numbness in my head.

The creature laughs and it seems to reverberate through the empty space and calm me "i know everything Percy, you defeated the minotaur, retreaved Zeus' lightning bolt, returned Ares' shield, slayed a fury, found the golden fleece, escaped Charybdis and Scylla, saved Annabeth from the sirens, held up the sky, traveled with the hunt, helped defeat Atlas, navigated the labarinth, defeated Antaeus, witnessed Kronos' rising, blew up the princess Andromeda, swam in the river Styx, defeated Kronos, swam in the little Tiber, found the golden eagle of the twelth legion, trained with Lupa, freed death itself, fought Otis and Ephialtes, fell into Tartarus and starred in 2 great prophecies" it says, listing all my acomplishments of the mortal world.

I blush slightly under it's intelligent gaze "how do you know me?" I ask, sitting down crossed leggen in front of it "I have seen it all Percy, I have been here since dragons were made, let me tell you a little story" it says and I nod eagerly, I love stories. It lays it head next to me and begins to speak "long ago, there were only 3 dragons. The Black dragon, the white dragon and the silver dragon, each dragon depicted a certain aspect but none of them could get along together, they even tually went to war. The black dragon which depicts our dark and hostile desires attacked the white dragon who refused to get involved so he slayed her, temporarilly destroying any light, hope and good in the world. The silver dragon was outraged by this and attacked his brother".

He looks down ashamed by the last part "the black and silver dragons fought for a hundred years as they did not get tired easilly. Eventually the silver dragon had gotten hit by a fatal wound but before he died he made a boy who had been his friend for a long time his champion, the champion outraged by his friend's death attacked the black dragon and killed him...but with a price, he was killed as well and ever since the 3 spirits have been dwelling in the underworld, their power diminished but not gone, each 100 000 years the champion of the silver dragon must be replaced to bring peace to the 3 siblings and it is now...today that the 100 000 years are up. My champion must be replaced" he says with eyes as serious and calm as Chaos'