Okay, here's pretty much my first crossover. I know, I should have gone for a regular crossover instead of a triple one, but I just liked this idea enough to give it a try. I hope it isn't too bad.
Anyway, this I
is a crossover between Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Harry Potter, and the Inheritance Cycle. ENJOY!
Btw I do NOT own PJO, HP, or IC. The rights go to their respectful authors.
Ch 1
There are four different worlds that exist. These four worlds all exist in the world- the great, spinning ball of blue, green, and brown that is planet Earth. They exist mostly in blissful ignorance of each other. In fact, there's only one world that is well known, one world that every other world seems to know about. And that is the mortal world.
The mortal world, as one should know, is full of people who don't have much to worry about in life. It is the only magicless world, though they do seem to make up for it in the advancements in technology that they come up with every day. They live what most people would consider normal lives, worrying about nothing more than living. This is the world that was least involved when the world was in the most danger.
Then there's the wizarding world. This one had seen plenty of conflicts in its history. Magic was pretty much these people's lives, and it served them in every way possible. Since they relied so much upon magic, they didn't need technology, and, in fact, didn't use it. And, for the most part, everything was fine. Until "You-Know-Who" came along.
Third is the "Greek world", as it is referred to. It mainly resides in America, though as it name entitles, it originated from Greece. This is the world of gods, demigods, monsters, Titans, and everything found in ancient Greek myth(not really myth, though, considering they're real). The gods still have children with mortals, and these half-blood kids live every day wondering if it is their last, especially the children of the more powerful gods.
And finally, there's the magical land of Alagasea, a land hidden to the mortal eye by the Mist. This land is where elves, dwarves, dragons, and many other beings dwell. It is known to many as the land of the Riders, as that is where they originated from. This world lives in a completely different era from the other worlds- an era that is somewhat medieval. Unfortunately, it is currently under rule by a tyrant under the name of Galbatorix.
Little do the three magic worlds know that they will clash as a result of the heroes from each world being kidnapped by an ancient evil that had been slumbering for centuries.
Chaos opened his eyes for the first time in at least a millennium. He looked around, wondering where he was briefly. Then he remembered everything: the battle between him and the three worlds, the eventual loss, being put under a blasted sleeping spell.. He swore under his breath, wondering how long he was out for. Then he groaned.
He felt weak. Very weak. And he hated it.
It's their fault I am so weak, he thought, hating the three worlds. But at the same time, he held an interest for them. He wanted to control them, to rule over them. That was what he had wanted from the start. And he had gotten his wish, though only briefly. Then, the rebellions began. And, surprisingly, he lost.
Even to this day he was furious over this lost. He deserved to rule, didn't he? He was better at ruling than anyone else. If only he had the chance to prove it..
Then, Chaos got an idea. I may be weak, he thought, but that doesn't mean I am not strong enough to enforce my will on others. And hat better way to do so than using the ones they look up to the most?
He summoned one of his servants, a man by the name of Crayle, who came immediately.
"You are awake, my lord," Crayle stated.
"Yes, I'm awake," Chaos snapped. "Must you state the obvious?"
"I am sorry, my lord," the man apologized.
"Never matter that," Chaos told him. "I need to find the 'heroes' of the three worlds. Then, I will use them to regain my strength and rise to power. But first, tell me about them."
Then Crayle started talking. He told Chaos of Lord Voldemort, a wizard who murdered in cold blood and was so feared he was more often known as "You-Know-Who." Only one person had managed to not get killed by the Killing Curse, the spell he was well known for using, and that was a boy named Harry Potter. Voldemort was mad about this, considering he was the one to try and kill Harry. But miraculously, the boy survived, and had been hunted by the Dark Lord and his followers ever since…
He talked about how Kronos had recently tried to rise. But only one person stood in the way of it, and that was a demigod by the name of Perseus Jackson. He was a son of Posiedon, the god of the sea, and had a part in quite a few prophecies. He played a big part in saving Olympus, though apparently it was a man by the name of Luke who had managed to save it by making the ultimate sacrifice.
And finally, the topic switched to the current events in Alagaseia. In the last century, a Rider named Galbatorix had risen to power. Some people grew to hate him, viewing him as a tyrant and nothing more. These people eventually formed a group called the Varden, and tried to rebel against the king. But there wasn't much they could do. Then, suddenly a new Rider arose, this one by the name of Eragon. He opposes Galbatorix as well, and has accomplished many feats, such as killing a Shade (which earned him the title of Shadeslayer).
When Crayle was done, Chaos commanded in a cold voice, "Bring these heroes that you speak of to me. Take two others with you."
"Yes, my lord."
Crayle immediately left, and Chaos looked around at his underground confinement, thinking about what happened. He was still furious, but that didn't matter now. Not when he had a plan to take what was rightfully his. All he had to do was use the three heroes to get what he wanted…
The task seemed to take a frustratingly long time. Chaos paced back and forth, wondering when they would come back. When they finally did, he felt as if he was about to go mad with impatience.
His servants simply dropped the three to the floor, and he studied three were unconscious. Two had jet black hair while the other had light brown hair. The brown haired one had elvish features and a silver mark on his palm that singled him out as the Rider he was. One of the raven haired boys had glasses, and upon closer inspection, Chaos noticed a scar on his forhead in the shape of a lightning bolt. The third one had no distinguishing features to speak of, but Chaos didn't need any to figure out who he was.
After a while, the Rider, who was so obviously Eragon, stirred. He opened his eyes, which were the same color as his hair.
"Who are you?" he demanded immediately.
Chaos grinned. "I am Chaos," he replied simply.
The other two woke up not too long after he said that. They looked around, confused.
"I am Chaos," he repeated. "And I need your help."