I own NOTHING of Percy Jackson and the Olympians nor The Inheritance Cycle.
This story is started by SkittleZxxover, and he/she stopped it, so I asked if I could finish it and got permission to do so. So credits go to him/her (I don't know which…) for the first few chapters and the idea. Now, ON WITH THE STORY!
_It was a normal night at camp Half-blood, It had been a week since the titan's army had been defeated, Luke and so many others had given their lives. The door to the Big House opened and out walked Rachel Elizabeth Dare the new Oracle of Delphi. She was dressed in paint covered jeans and a ratty art t-shirt, at her side strapped to her leg was a celestial bronze dagger. Her normally green eyes looked glazed over, as the always did when she was in Oracle mode. She made her way over to the forest. She walked for 10 minutes and ended up near a pile of rocks known as Zeus's fist. Rachel placed her hand
on a not on one side and began to chant in ancient Greek.
All around her the colors seam to blend together then reform into a different scene. She was standing next a huge camp, it was midday and the shouts of people filled the air. She started at a brisk walk seaming to not see any of the strange looks that were through her way. She finally stopped in front of a huge red tent near the center of the camp. "Halt! Who goes there?" A commanding voice said. The Man who spoke was tall in full battle armor, and was backed by a Dwarf and a strange looking creature known as a Urgal. They looked at her, they had never seen cloths or a dagger of the make. She smiled, it wasn't a friendly smile more of a ancient, mysterious smile. There was a flash of green and the man and his companions were on the ground unconscious. She walked in. Inside a tall dark skinned women sat at a high backed chair, in front of her stood three people . One was a tall dark haired elf with emerald eyes dressed in black and a sword at her side. The next a lady looked timeless with unruly hair that curled around her shoulders. At her side sat a Werecat , that looked indifferent to the goings on. The last was a man, brown hair and eyes with a blue sword. He was fairer then any human, and more ruged then ant Elf. Looking through the hole in the tent flap was a giant Sapphire dragon. Who leaned forward ready to pounce , if the strange girl should prove hostile.
They all stared at her, never had anyone ever entered the tent unannounced. The Red haired girl inspected them all then turned to the man named Eragon. Green mist billowed out her mouth and a raspy voice came from her lips. "I am the Spirit of Delphi, Oracle to Apollo slayer of the mighty pythons. Heed to these words, as they concern your life, and all those you hold dear.
For the time has come for our worlds to collide,
For the gods to show there true names and not hide,
Ten people will come with powers unknown,,
Your enemies will fight warriors of bone,
Attack the dark gates this you must do,
Only your choices will see our worlds through.
She then collapsed on the floor. With them continuing to stare.
Eragon P.O.V
We'd been in negotiations for a while now, with people coming in thanking us and everything else. 'At least its over now' Saphira said. Before I could agree with her we heard Jormandurs voice through the tent flap. "Halt! who goes there?" silence. Then we heard Jormandurs and 2 others fall to the ground. My hand flew to my sword, as did Aryas, but Angela just rocked back and forth on her heels. The tent flap opened and in walked a strangely dresses girl. She seemed to be wearing a tunic, and her trousers were covered in strange color of oil or ink. Strapped to her leg was a dagger that seemed to be made of glowing bronze. Her hair was red and her eyes glowed of green poison. She looked us over and her eyes landed on me. Then green mist issued from her mouth and twisted around her form like slithered like snakes. Her voice sounded as if it three people spoke with one voice. "I am the Spirit of Delphi, Oracle to Apollo, slayer of the mighty pythons. Heed these words as they concern your life, and all those you hold dear. Her three voices seam to search the sky then she began to speak.
For the time has come for our worlds to collide,
For the gods to show there true names and not hide,
Ten people will come with powers unknown,
Your enemies will fight warriors of bone,
Attack the dark gates this you must do,
Only your choices will see our worlds through.