Author's Note (Justin, AKA Bookster): Hey guys, this is my first fan-fiction. This is a collaborative effort between me and Edmund (AKA Georgeriel) to get this story up. I know that there aren't much fan fic crossovers between Percy Jackson and Eragon. I promise our writing will get better. Review would be appreciated! Schedule (Hopefully): Once or twice a week

A note from the Editor: As you heard from Justin, this is a story mostly written by Justin but edited and posted by me. Constructive Criticism is appreciated.

Disclaimer: We do not own PJO or IC. All we own is the OCs (if any) and the plot. (Actually, Justin owns the plot…)

A New Legacy

Chapter One:

Eragon

As Eragon stared out into the distance, he felt a sense of peace, yet, at the same time was uneasy, like something very odd was bound to happen. Eragon ignored this gut feeling and looked back once more at the land that would no longer be his home. He understood why these new dragon eggs must be protected and that they must not perish, but he still could not overcome the sadness buried deep inside his heart. He wanted to be back with his friends, his family. He wanted to turn the ship around and head right back to Alagaesia and forget he had ever left it, but of course he had a duty. He had accepted that duty the moment he fostered Saphira, the beautiful Sapphire blue scaled dragon that had been with Eragon from the start of this wild adventure. He had succeeded at his quest to kill the tyrannical King Galbatorix, but soon before that, they had found numerous dragon eggs, to which now he was responsible for.

What do you suppose we might find out there, little one? Saphira spoke to him for the first time in a long while. Of course, Saphira knew Eragon's thoughts, as they were telepathically linked, so she knew he was pondering the future.

I really cannot guess… Eragon told her.

At that mere second, Eragon noticed something in the distance, and spoke excitedly to

Saphira. As the figure neared their ship, Eragon could see clearer, and was astonished by what he saw.

It was a dragon! A bronze dragon, with a boy and girl mounting it. Saphira roared in happiness. Yet another dragon! She exclaimed. Eragon was more suspicious. He wasn't sure how there was another Dragon Rider. But as they got closer, he noticed something different about the bronze dragon. It had cracks in its body. It didn't seem like real flesh, more like bronze. Real bronze. How is this possible, Galedr-elda? Eragon inquired. I don't know, Glaedr simply replied.

Leo

He, Festus, and of course, the beautiful Calypso, were just cruising along. That was, until they were attacked by some, weird, freaky things flying in the air. Leo couldn't exactly describe it. The whole thing happened so fast that Leo didn't even remember exactly what happened. Now, Festus the dragon could no longer track coordinates. "You alright?" Leo asked Calypso. "No, I don't think so. My arm stings," she grimaced in pain. Leo rolled up her sleeves to find three inch gash. "Holy Hephaestus! We need to get some help!" he exclaimed. Creak! Festus said. "A ship?" Leo asked "Where?" Creak. "Oh, right there. C'mon, let's get you over there Calypso. Hopefully the mortals see a helicopter, or something."

"Just get me over there quickly. It hurts," Calypso hissed.

As they got closer, they saw a mortal. A very different looking one as well. With long, elf like pointed ears, unnaturally smooth skin, and giant, calloused, fists. The man also looked as if he were from the medieval times, with a sword sheath, and old timey clothes. "He's gorgeous..." Calypso sighed.

"Excuse me?" Leo questioned.

"Nothing," Calypso quickly replied. As they landed, the elf like man drew his sword out of his scabbard.

"Woah there, easy bud, we're not here to harm anyone," Leo said, dismounting Festus. "My girlfriend and I here was attacked by a weird, freaky creature in the air. It attacked us through the door of our chopper."

"I have never heard of a – chopper. All I see is a boy, a girl, and a metal dragon. How do we know if you're one of Galbotorix's leftover minions?" he demanded. Leo wondered how the mortal could see through the mist? Is he a demigod? If so, why isn't he claimed? And what in the world is Galba-something? But Leo went with the safe approach. "Look, we don't know who Galbot - something is. All we-"

"SOME WEIRD, FREAKY, TINY WINGED THINGS IN THE AIR ATTACKED US! THEY SCRATCHED ME, AND IT HURTS! COULD I PLEASE GET SOME MEDICATION!" Calypso screamed hoarsely.

"You mean you were attacked by a Fanghur?" the elf man asked as he sheathed his sword. Leo shrugged. He had no clue what a Fang – monster was. "You better come with me to the cabins. The name's Eragon, by the way."

Eragon

Eragon wasn't sure what to think of the boy. He spoke differently, but he definitely didn't know magic. He didn't have any sort of mental barrier. Should I land, little one? Saphira asked.

No, not yet. I'll signal you if I need help. Eragon answered. Saphira snorted.

That'll be never. Don't give up hope yet, Saphira. Eragon turned his attention back to the newcomers.

"Show me the scratch," he demanded. The girl walked up to him, and rolled up her sleeves. The scar has turned all dry and gnarly. A scab, and an infection that was rapidly spreading all over her arm.

"Waise heíl," Eragon muttered. The boy's eyes widened as his girlfriend's scab and infection disappeared into a thin pink strip of flesh. "How did you do that?" he and his girlfriend asked, obviously amazed. "Magic," Eragon answered simply. Eragon quickly scanned their minds. They both have been through so much at such a young age, like you, said Glaedr. Aye. Eragon agreed.

So that is the first chapter finished!