Hello, readers! Fictionmaniac here and it's my first time posting on fanfiction. Reviews, whether positive or negative are accepted, as I'm always looking to improve my writing. For those of you who will like my story, I'm telling you from now that my posting schedule, apart from these 2 weeks, is going to be only on week-ends. These 2 weeks, I'm posting whenever I have a new idea, and all my chapters will have to be at least 1000 words before I post them. For those of you who won't like it, well, too bad, sorry I couldn't please you. Just no cussing in the reviews please, that's all I'm asking. This whole story is going to be in my OC's point of view, and if it works out like I plan it to be, I'll continue with a sequel, this time with only the HOO story. There is just a minor change in the inheritance cycle story, with the king having 4 eggs instead of 3, the fourth one being a white one. This story will happen along the same line of inheritance cycle, with my OC having his egg hatch for him around the same time as Saphira hatched for Eragon. My OC and Eragon will meet around the end of Eldest. Now, enjoy the story! I'm not going to repeat the disclaimer each chapter so:
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Inheritance. Rick Riordan and Christopher Paolini own the rights to these books.
Alex POV:
It was a not so regular day at camp half-blood. All of the camp was assembling for war, and hopefully the last battle against the Romans. Yes, we know that there are roman demigods. Oh, and I'm also excluding the biggest piece of information yet: my name is Alex Ryan, eldest son of Poseidon, and the year is… 1865. Yes, it's during the civil war, but what many people don't know that it was also Romans vs Greeks. I was in the Poseidon cabin with my two younger siblings, Terry and Kayla, 14 and 15 respectively. I myself was 18 years old, and was putting on my armor, ready to march out against the Romans. My friend, Kyle, the only son of Zeus, was leading our armies because of his father's position as leader of the gods. He usually used the spear, and was the best spear wielder in camp, but I was the best swordsman in camp. We also had 2 kids of Hades, Connor and Michael, twins and also 15 years old.
I got out of my cabin and gazed out at the beach, my favorite place on earth, and decided to take a dip in the sea. I was ready for a couple of things when I got to the beach, not even excluding a roman assault, but what I did not expect was to see my father there, waiting for me. He looked really serious (as usual) and beckoned me forward.
"Hello Alex, how are the preparations going for the battle?"
"Good father, everything is falling into place and we are almost ready to exterminate all of these Romans."
"Good, good. However son, this is not why I am here today."
"What do you mean father?"
"Alex, I'm going to have to send you away to fight in another war that direly needs you."
I was surprised; I was training all this time just to fight in another war?
"May I ask why father? What will the others think of me leaving them in their moment of need? And why can't you choose another demigod father?"
"Because, son, you are the most powerful of my three children, and the eldest, so this duty falls upon you. Do not worry; I will explain everything to Chiron and the others. Besides, you're the only one who can do the job; the egg chose you as its master."
"What egg father, and in which country will I be fighting?"
"You will not be fighting on earth Alex, but on another world of our creation. You see, Zeus thought that one world was not enough to rule, so he created another one where everyone worshipped us, although in different names, except for the elves. I swear these creatures have no faith…"
"Father, what are you talking about?"
"Forgive me, I was rambling. Now, please take a seat on the sand, this is going to take a while…"
I sat on the beach for an hour listening to my father talk on and on about a world where dragons exist and where the people who ride dragons are called dragon riders. He told me about the ancient language, about the elves and their customs, the dwarves and their customs and the world of Alagaesia in general. By the end of his talk, I was afraid that my brain was going to overload with all this information. I was going to tell my father about all this being a made up story, until I realized that we were supposed to be a myth, so I kept my mouth shut. My father looked at me, waiting for my answer. I sighed. I guess I have no choice but to accept…
"Alright father, I accept. I will help this other world to the best of my abilities."
"I'm glad to hear you say that son. Now to speed up your learning process, I'm going to implant the Ancient language into your brain so that it comes as easily as ancient Greek to you."
He put the palm of his hand on my forehead, and muttered a couple of words too low for me to hear, and after he was done, a green light erupted from his hand and went into my brain. Suddenly, and don't ask me how I know, I knew a completely other language and it was amazing.
"One last thing son, even the weakest of elves can beat the strongest of men; however, since you're a demigod, your strength should be approximately the same. However, once you connect yourself to your dragon, the strength and immortality of the elves will be added to yours. Only then will you become stronger than an elf, and will be immortal, except if you catch a disease or fall in battle. Also, you and your dragon will have to train away from civilization so as to not arouse the suspicion of the king. Two eggs have been stolen, one that will go to Eragon, the other to you. Name your dragon as you wish, but the gods will be defending your mind, putting barriers to protect your memories from the king. We will only lower them when the varden want to probe your mind, and even then the memories they will see will be forgeries. Do you know your story?"
"Yes father, I do."
"Good, because Lord Zeus is becoming impatient. If you can do this son, you will have earned the respect of all of the gods. When you arrive to Alagaesia, your dragon egg will be already hatching. Do not leave the island until we tell you to, ok son?"
"Of course, I will not disappoint you father."
He nodded his head and summoned a portal, probably to make me go to that other world. I didn't like going to a new world to fight a new war, but I had no choice: you can't say no to a god unless you want to be struck by lightning. If I'm going to do it, might as well put my heart into it.
Tightening my resolve, I grabbed the backpack my father had summoned for me to use and marched towards the portal. "Will I return to earth one day father?"
"You will son, but not for a long time. Besides, I'm not sure you will want to return if you win the war and admire the beauty of Alagaesia. Do not forget son, the gods are behind, and train yourself and your dragon every day, as no one is perfect. Good luck, my son"
"Thank you father". I said stepping through the portal that was leading me towards Alagaesia…
Here's the first chapter dear readers. Hope you liked it. Please review. Reviews will make my day and make me write faster!
