Sorry I haven't updated this story in such a long time, but I have been so busy! Anyways, you wanted more of my story, so here it is!

Percy moved hiseyes slowly up the length of the sword, finally landing on the woman holding it. She looked African, with her dark skin and black hair. When she spoke her accent was strange and like nothing he'd ever heard before.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice hard and commanding.

"How did you get here?" He gave the woman a look that he hoped said I would speak, but there is a sword pressing down on my throat. The woman took it away and sheathed it. She pulled a short knife from her belt to replace the sword, and kneeled next to him on the sand. Close up, he could see that she was very beautiful, but her face was expressionless and cold. Percy thought about escaping, but decided against it when he saw large, horned, humanoid creatures moving around the woman. He didn't know what they were, but they scared him. Whatever they were, they weren't human and they were dangerous. They were not from his world. Now he knew that his only chance of escape depended on his friends waking up. He heard gasps, sounds of amazement, and the beginning of Coach Hedge's familiar "Die!", and knew that this was his chance. He opened his mouth to scream for them to run, but before he could the creatures had subdued them. His only chance at escaping had completely disappeared.

The woman looked at Percy again, and Percy suddenly noticed the ridged scars on both of her forearms. They were linear and looked as if the original wounds had been very deep. He wondered what could have caused them. As he wondered this, the woman spoke again.

"I have already asked you who you are. I take by your silence that you are either formulating a plan to escape, or you have forgotten who you are. Forget about escape. It is impossible. My guards have subdued your friends already, and would kill them in the blink of an eye if you were to try to leave. If you have forgotten who you are, then there are... precautions I must take."

Percy didn't especially want to know what these precautions were, so he opened his mouth to speak. His voice came out raspy and hoarse. "My name," he said haltingly. "My name is Percy Jackson. Where am I?"

The woman stood slowly and helped him to his feet, all while keeping a tight grip on her knife.

"You don't seem dangerous," she murmured "A young man with a strange name, lost and confused. I'm sure that you could be deadly at times, but this is not one of them. Still, I must be careful with who I trust. You are in Surda, Percy Jackson. And that is all I will say for now. I must have my magicians search your mind before we allow you to enter the camp." Search my mind? thought Percy. But the woman had begun to walk away, and he had to move quickly to catch up with her. The horned creatures followed him, carrying his friends. Along with them were shorter people, almost human but not quite. They had long beards, and only came up to Percy's waist. Who were they? What were they? They were as terror-inducing as the horned men, but in a different way. He wondered what the heck was going on, but had no idea.

Finally they reached a lone tent on the outskirts of the others. The woman called for a magician, and a minute or two later a head popped out. It was the head of a man, but the kind of greasy character you probably wouldn't want to talk to. His hair was slicked back with what looked like animal fat, his beard was scrubby and wild, and his smile was crooked. He hurried over to the woman, wheezing as he walked. "What can I do for you, my lady Nasuada?" The woman, Nasuada, looked at him in disgust. "Andamos, I did not request you." The man laughed, a short quick burst of laughter that quickly turned to coughing. "But, my lady, I am the only one! All the others are tending to the sick-" "As you should also be, Andamos. Why are you here?" He laughed again. "I have my reasons." Nasuada wrinkled her nose, then gave him instructions to search the minds of Percy and his friends. "With pleasure!" said Andamos. He moved down the line of Percy's friends. Percy saw his friends go stiff, even though the man wasn't touching them. Annabeth seemed to be concentrating hard when he got to her, and then the man drew backwards slightly. "Lady Nasuada, she's blocking me. I need to enter her mind." Nasuada whispered a few words to her and Annabeth relaxed slightly. The man spent a few minutes with her and then moved on. When he got to Frank, he was surprised. Frank's face showed panic, and he shifted into a dozen animals, cat-moth-lizard-dragon-dog-elephant. Andamos showed shock, and he practically ran away. Nasuada's face also registered amazement, but she held her ground. "What magic is this?" she asked Frank, now back in human form, trembling and covered in sweat.

"Um, I can turn into animals," he said, the tips of his ears flushing.

"It is like nothing I have ever seen before. You must demonstrate this power to me later. How did you do it without using the ancient language?"

"Ancient language? You mean Latin or Greek?" Mutual confusion between them ensued.

"We will talk later- what is your name?"

"Frank Zhang."

"Well then, Frank Zhang, I will see you at noon."

With that, she motioned to Andamos, who was hiding behind her. He scuttled out and reluctantly resumed his duties. He finally got to Percy.

Andamos stood opposite him and smiled. Suddenly Percy felt a presence at the edge of his mind. This was so unfamiliar and alien that he almost cried out in panic. Suddenly a blade of thought pierced his mind. It was not painful, but neither was it pleasant. Percy stiffened and shut his eyes. He felt something sorting through his memories, and feared it. But then he had an idea. Maybe while doing this he's leaving his mind open. With difficulty, he extracted part of his consciousness and entered the other man's mind. He saw thoughts moving and flashing, and caught one: How?!His presence had been noted. Percy's mind retreated back, and Andamos did likewise.

When Percy opened his eyes, he saw that Andamos had become watchful and slightly creepier. "My lady?" said Andamos. "What?" said Nasuada sharply. "These people carry the strangest memories, of another world, another time, and different magic. They are powerful and they mean us no harm (except for the goat-man, I would advise you keep him restrained), but they are fighting a battle of their own and I do not know if trusting them would be wise." Nasuada looked thoughtful. "You say that they are powerful, and they mean us no harm. So we shall take them. We need all able-bodied magicians against Galbatorix." She turned and now addressed the band. "You shall observe the Varden in all its might, and you will decide whether to fight for us, or be crushed as enemies." Percy gulped. Right now, he didn't know which choice was the better one.