The Inheritance Cycle is my favorite series by far, Percy Jackson is sorta ify — I guess — so I'm doing this crossover.
Have fun reading, it was fun to write!
BTW: For the Ancient Language, there is a glossary at the bottom in alphabetical order
Chapter 1: The Prince
As Kalilik's sun yellow dragon dived down from the sky into a lake, Perseus couldn't help comparing it to a miniature sun diving from the heavens and into the glittering pond of diamonds. His own mother's green dragon matched Arvayt's beauty, yet the slimmer dragon's scales and form always seemed brighter somehow and more graceful, perhaps it was because Arvàyt was a female, the second of the two in existence.
In the millisecond that it took Arvàyt to dive Perseus had thought these thoughts, and as tiny crystals filled the sky, crouched behind a berrybush Perseus reached up his hand to feel the tiny droplets. Amazing, they adhered to his skin like sap. Adurna, he cried in his mind and they formed into one, bigger water sphere.
Holding it craftily, he waited until Kalilik's head popped out from under the cool lake. The lake rippled ever so slightly, the top of Kalilik's brown hair could be seen.
Perseus knew it slightly before it happened.
With a battle cry, Kalilik erupted from the water, spinning on a created whirlpool in the water. Her golden Rider's blade was out of its' sheath and shining like a morning star. Behind her, Arvàyt jumped out of the water to rest beneath a Rwerood Tree, craftily waiting for her Heart-bonded incase things got carried away.
With his left hand Perseus unsheathed his own weapon, masterfully crafted by Rhunön before she died, but all the while clutched his water sphere.
With his own savage battle cry he jumped up, leaping ten feet in the air, and came down to Kalilik's left. With a silent spell he landed gracefully on the water.
Kalilik's long brown hair was flying in the air; highlighted by the sun it looked golden. Perseus threw his sphere, catching Kalilik in her arm. She winced, Perseus knew the feeling; Queen Arya had trained him brutally.
He switched his sword to his right hand. With both sides now even, the two started to swordfight. Perseus slashed at Kallik, who nimbly dodged for a dwarf. Kalilik spun on her dodge, rotating the sword back, which Perseus barely jumped back in time. Kalilik advanced again, striking at Perseus's head, then torso; he blocked both with a graceful parry.
With Kalilik on the offense, Perseus let her tire herself out, swinging her sword but not hitting. "Fight back." She growled and pushed back her damp hair.
"If your opponent's not fighting, why should you?" Perseus replied, somersaulting under Kalilik's next blow. The next slash was a good one; Perseus could do only one thing in a confident manor, anything else would have been guesswork that he might not have been able to pull off.
He reached up with his bronze sword and caught Kalilik's sword on the crossgaurd and twisted, Kalilik's sword fell to the ground, but while doing so; he opened up his left flank for attack.
In a blink of a human eye, Kalilik had drawn her last resort weapon, a foot long silver dagger forged by dwarves at over five thousand degrees. Perseus's sword was pressed against Kalilik's throat while her dagger against his chest.
Perseus knew that in the heart of a great battle, it would take less time for him to decapitate her, than for her to cut out his heart, but instead of saying that he fluidly sheathed his sword and said in the dwarves tongue, "You have improved tremendously, how'd you do it in such a short period?"
"Master is amazing, Sarágrithf and I spar for three hours each morning after I run what Master says is about a fifth of a bound." Kalilik proudly stated. "Sarágrithf runs a whole bound, curse his Urgal endurance!"
Perseus whistled a bluebird's tune and slowly turned around with his arms high in the air. The bluebirds sang back to him, and a light smile was plastered on his face. "Sarágrithf? The Urgal rider?"
"Aye, his horns reach barely over five inches, yet he struts around like a clan Chief." Kalilik smiled, "I knew you'd attack me."
"And how is that, Kalilik-vär?"
"When Arvàyt first hatched for me, and I came to Ellesméra to study, the Queen always had us spar. Seeing as this is the first time I've been able to return from Ahryrën , I guessed you'd be the first to come find me. I daresay we'd become slight friends in that time. You even talked to me, though when introduced to my Pado and Mati you acted stiff like a statue."
"Aye, but you guessed right, Shur'tugal. It is an honor to meet you." Perseus said, touching two finger of his hand out from his lips to her, "Atra esterní ono thelduin."
"Don't be daft, Perseus Korrikadu, you know very well a Elven Prince outranks an Apprenticed Rider."
"And don't you forget it," Perseus teased.
"Perseus," Kalilik's voice suddenly turned nervous, "Can I show you something, it is of great importance… My Master would punish me severely if he knew, you cannot tell anyone." She left the threat hanging in the silence that refused to be broken by either of them.
Perseus nodded, a sharp movement that Kalilik almost missed, "I will withhold my tongue." He told her in the Ancient Language.
Kalilik relaxed, and gestured towards Arvàyt, "Come."
Perseus followed her through the grass, feeling the harsh edges of the plant they called, 'Trusíh,' that was as useless as ugly to the eye. Except for Perseus himself, he found the plant exotic; able to withstand tons of pressure it showed to him reliability.
Stopping next to Arvàyt, Kalilik opened the middle saddlebag, and protectively covering the object wrapped in linen with her body, began to slowly unwrap it.
Perseus let no surprise web his face, nor allowed a noise of amazement come from his being, but that said, he was astonished. Beautiful, delicate, intricate was the dragon egg in front of him; a perfect mixture of pure green and sapphire blue, sea blue was the color Perseus decided.
"Naina," he whispered, and willed the light orb closer to the egg. He noted the plating of the egg, how each 'scale' as he called it, over lapped the next, creating a mail stronger than the best Master-Smith. "Gedwëy, this is beautiful Kalilik-fricai!"
Kalilik had a smile upon her face, "I had thought you might like it. It is almost sacred to my Master, his Saphira, my Ebrithil's first-egg. It is for your mother…and Fírnen-elda, the sire."
"May I take it to her?" He couldn't tear his eyes off the intricate patterns of the shell; reminding him of memories he'd seen…memories of the sea, and beyond.
Kalilik looked reproachful, "If anyone other that I give Arya Dröttning the egg, my Master will know. His spellwork is beyond my understanding."
Perseus was disappointed, but spoke without a trace of it, "That's okay…" He ungloved his hand, and without thinking placed his hand upon the egg. The sharp edges held at his fingers, but he felt something warm inside — something that was alive, something that wanted to thrive. Feeling fey, he opened his mind to the baby dragon inside. It slumbered on, but on contact with Perseus's mind its sleep was broken momentarily.
Draumr, little one, dream to the stars, have faith of another day.
It nestled back into its sleep, letting a little sound out that only Perseus heard. He opened his eyes to see Kalilik staring at him. "It's female," he told her, smiling slightly.
"Yes… You seem taken with her, no?" She asked, grinning at him.
"Of course, she is magnificent… I am honored thus far." Perseus had never wanted anything, being an elf of Ellesméra, yet his heart was yearning for this tiny sea blue dragon. His burning passion was greater than the clouds that tore at the horizon; the clouds that threatened to break free and reign havoc upon Alagaësia. Or maybe not, maybe the clouds of war were unstoppable — maybe magic could be defeated for the rest of forever.
The both looked up as a wooden horn suddenly bellowed its call. Several ducks and waterfowl lifted off into the sky and flew away from the great city.
Perseus started running towards his home, Kalilik at his tail.
"W–What does…does that horn mean?" Kalilik gasped for air; neither having completed her transformation to make her more elven nor been naturally up to the stature of the exercise hungry dwarves that could run day and night.
Perseus didn't even look back at her, as he galloped gracefully through the grass and dodged trees as they came. "It is a rarely used alarm, possibly war is among us, or there is urgent news from the mortal queen Nasuada. I have no recollection of why they would call it now… perhaps an important feast is beginning?"
Perseus couldn't see Kalilik's face, but he was pretty sure she was staring at him. "This is your Kingdom, correct?"
"Of course," he replied, but then spoke angrily, "That does not mean I am informed about all things, the Queen tells no one of her plans."
"Calm yourself, Perseus, for one so wise you act too young, I am your senior by at least twenty years. Let me help you."
"Of course, wise one," Perseus murmured, his face like stone. "Excuse me, if there is danger I will need to lead my people. Farewell for now, Kalilik-vär" He ran faster, and soon Kalilik was far behind him, but a speck of dust.
He made his strides longer, getting close he thanked and passed Gilderien the Wise, one of his friends. He raced into his home city, causing many to stare at him, yet he ignored them and continued on his way. Contacting his mother with a flick of his mind, he found her at Tialdarí Hall, the home of his ancestors.
"Arya Dröttning! Mother! Why have you called?" Perseus asked his mother.
"Calm, my son, you will be Könungr when it is my time to pass, you must learn patience, and to trust in your kind…" Arya said, "I ordered the horn to be blown for multiple reasons. I have heard from the great Argetlam! He has told me that the next rider is to be elven; he has dispatched the dwarf Kalilik to await this hatching, and to return after the Great Races Celebration. This egg is very special to us, to Fírnen and I, it is his, he is the sire and Saphira is the dam."
He knew what the Great Races Celebration was, the annual games that tested all the races against each other. It was to keep blood feuds at bay; Argetlam had made it a festivity, a way for the Urgals to keep the promised peace.
Perseus had competed in the past four Krolíkia Dti Völdir's, placing under the 500 mark. Every year his mother won, an amazing achievement, Arya truly was the best.
"Yes mother… I met Kalilik at the Wvërda Twakí, I departed when the Yestv Horn was blown, though, she should have entered by now, Mother." He suddenly understood how foolish is had been to leave Kalilik, she was more important than he'd given her credit for.
"Aye, I have arranged a golden tent to be build, for the elves to walk by and to find their fate. I would like for you to help as well, later, with guarding the egg, it is nay short of a prestigious honor." Arya told him.
"What was the other reason for blowing the horn, Mother?" Perseus couldn't help asking.
Arya smiled mischievously, "My son, is it your place to know my decisions? Yours to know the schemes I am planning? No, I will see you later, Perseus. Atra du evarínya ono varda, Perseus-vodhr."
"Ono," he told her, an abbreviated form of 'you as well.'
He wanted to drag his feet leaving the hall, but Arya would scold him and remind him of his future, that he would be the elven king one day. He sighed, "Barzûl," he cursed.
"I do hoped that wasn't aimed at me," Kalilik was suddenly behind him, looking devilish and tired, yet full of an underlying spark.
"Nay…" Perseus could feel his calm slipping.
"Be strong, Perseus Korrikâdu, I am sure you have a part in this," Kalilik walked off to discuss with Arya.
"Zar'roc!" He cursed, being slowly overwhealmed.
Not more pressure!
Outside the great castle that was built much like an elven home, was the Argetlam himself. Ahryrën was his home that he had built from ashes themselves, he treasured it, and it had taken over a decade to truly finish singing it out of the plants around him. Saphira to his side, he felt complete.
Eragon meditated in the silence of his beautiful valley, stretching his mind to the limits… He could feel as the young dwarf Kalilik show the Prince the egg. The prince was her son, hers and the elf Iöst, her mate fifteen years ago. It was interesting watching him; he carried many traits of the Queen herself, raven colored hair and stunning green eyes.
Then the young Perseus touched the egg, and even from hundreds of leagues away, he could feel the connection. Like living fire was the understanding that pounded, yet the Elfling did not know it, he was still considered a child to his people. Eragon Shadeslayer had waited long for an elven rider to join his ranks, was this to be the first?
Come Perseus-Finiarel, I have awaited you.
Elven Language Translation
Adurna — Water
Atra du evarínya ono varda, Perseus- vodhr — May the stars watch over you, honored Perseus
Ahrëroledîa — Riders Capitol
Argetlam — Silver Hand
Arucane — Endless Fire, Living Fire
Arvàyt — Kalilik's golden dragon
Ahryrën — Riders Capitol
Draumr — Dream
Ebrithil — Master
Fricai — Friend
Gedwëy — Shining
Könungr — King
Korrikâdu — Prince
Krolíkia Dti Völdir's — Great Races Celebration
Naina — Light
Ono — You
-Vär — female honorific, strong friend
Wvërda Twakí — Great Lake
Yestv — Name of elf who invented it
Zar'roc — Misery
Dwarf's Language
Barzûl — Ill fate
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