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!
26m ago Chapter 1 part 2
What was she talking about? Before any of us could say a word she collapsed to the floor, and the green mist dissipated around her. Nasuada was first to recover. "Is she alright?" She asked sounding slightly shaken. I walked over to her and put my hand on her neck. Where, (thank whatever gods there might be ) a pulse beat. "Yes, I think so." I said. Lifting her gently up and placing her on a chair. "Well, apparently we have a prophecy on our hands. Made by a real Oracle." It was Angela who spoke. Seaming to think this ordinary. Solombum walked over towards the girl and looked at her. Tilting his head back and forth. Arya looked unsure. "Strange, I have never met a true Oracle. But what of this prophecy, surely when she wakes she'll be able in greater detail tell us it meant." Angela shook her head. "Tricky thing with Oracles, when they make a prophecy there never truly in there right mind. And I have never heard of one calling it self the Oracle to Apollo. Who ever that is. And she specifically made this prophecy to Eragon, which means that it has something to do with him. Its never wise to ignore and Oracle or there warnings." She said. Nasuada nodded then laced her fingers together. Her expression thoughtful.
At that second the girl stirred from her position on the chair. She clutched her head groaning slightly, massaging her temples. "Oh Gods! I need some Tylenol." Her voice sounding singular and normal. She blinked a few times her eyes going wide when she saw us. She leapt to her feet with surprising speed and ease and reached for her dagger. "Who are you and where am I?" She demanded. Her eyes resembled Aryas only more alive and alight. I raised my arms slowly. "Its alright, I am Eragon Shadeslayer. Saphira brightscales. This is The Lady Nasuada, Leader of the Varden. Arya ambassador for the elves, and Angela the Herbalist." She looked at us. " That answers one question what about the second? Where am I?" I grinned a little. She was just as sharp as any elf I had met. "You are in the Varden Camp." Nasuada answered. Then seamed to catch herself. "Perhaps we should be asking you why you are here, And why you have just given a prophecy to Eragon." I...I just what?" The girl seemed to have trouble finding the right words. See I told you, Oracles are very tricky beings. Said Angela ."What ever I told you was meant for you and I really don't know what I said anyway, so don't ask. said the strange girl. Answering the question that Eragon was about to ask. "Wait what did I say?"
At that very moment , a solider barged in out of breath. "MY ...Lady...The Laughing Men have returned ...and in greater numbers then before. Nasuada rose from her chair. "Thank you, would you please go calling all our troops to the front line." He gave a quick salute then ran off. "I and Saphira must go." I said. "And I myself must leave." Arya added. "Go. I can not go because of my arms, but tell the soldiers my spirit goes with them." Eragon and Arya nodded. Just as they were leaving the tent they heard The Oracle speak in a low alien voice.
"So it has begun. And Right after the last one ended." Eragon had no time to dwell on her words as he ran over to Saphira climbed up on her four leg on to the saddle. Once air born he saw a great many laughing men sieging the few varden warriors rallied. Though on closer inspection it showed five beautiful women fighting in the front lines. Eragon blinked there were every bit as beautiful as an elf, even more so in some ways. But there's eyes were blood red, teeth exposed to show the two inch fangs. And there legs ... on one side was a donkey leg, on the other was one made entirely of silver. One of the strange creatures leapt at a Solider and sunk her fangs into his neck. His cry was cut off midscream.
Eragon landed just behind the Varden lines. He looked to Saphira, "Shall we dance friend of my heart?" he asked her. She growled "Lets" Then they melded minds. Making it impossible to determine who was breathing fire, and who was swinging the sword. Eragon felt his wards at work as attack after attack was through his was. When all of a sudden the tide of battle swept them apart. "Saphira!" Eragon yelled when he came to realize this. "Now now little Rider. Don't ya want to stay and talk?" A cold voice from behind him said. He whirled around to find himself face to face with one of the strange creatures. He stepped back and raised his sword in defense. Her smile turned into a snarl as he put the blade between himself and her. "Well if that's not rude," She said as she began to circle him. "But don't worry little Rider I only wish to talk, after all why waste such young handsomeness with battle?" Eragon tried to ignore her words but they seemed to float into his mind, drilling them into place. "Oh why fight me rider? When we could be friends? Maybe more?" As she said this she inched forward. Little by little closing the gap between them. She was almost upon him when Saphira's voice rang in his head. "Eragon, wake up!" The creature pounced just as he shouted "Brisingr" The women screamed as one of her arms burst into flames. Clutching her arm she screamed. "Gag! for this I will drink your blood! For I am an Empousai, servant of Hecate, Dark magic formed from animal, silver, and ghost. We lived to feed on the blood of living creatures! And like all monsters you kill us and we'll reform and come back!" She began laughing manically when I chopped off her head. Breathing heavily I looked. The battle was still raging around us. I took a deep breath and through myself back into battle. The tide of war was against us. No matter how many I killed more came to take their place. I felt a great wave of sorrow engulf me and Saphira both. And before I could stop myself I was yelling in both mind and voice a plea for all those who hated Galbatorix and the empire.
I yelled, a loose cry of anger, wraith, sorrow, and a deep determination to see the day through. My voice was echoed a thousand time louder in Saphiras roar. And it seemed to echo not only in this world, but in another as well.
Percy P.O.V
One week since the fall of Kronos and everyone seemed to be handling it with gusto. Everyone at camp felt it was important to continue with regular camp stuff like capture the flag. The night was filled with anticipation, and excitement for the game. This was going to be the greatest Capture the flag game of the century , because the hunters of Artemis decided to stick around and recover from the great saving of the world battle. That happened little less than a week ago. And as the tradition called for a full out Hunters vs. Campers Capture the Flag Game was buzzing with anticipation.
I was strapping my armor on when I noticed something kind of weird. Usually Rachel would eat at the main table next to Chiron. But tonight she was no were to be seen. I started looking around but still couldn't see her anywhere?
"Hey Seaweed Brain, lost something?" A familiar voice said from behind me. I whirled around, and saw one of the most beautiful being to ever grace the planet. Annabeth was standing not two feet away from me waving my sword Riptide around the middle of the mess hall grinning at me. "Hey how did you…" . I started to say but was immediately shut up by how close she was, "You just need to keep a closer eye on your stuff Seaweed Brain." She started to pull away but I put my arms around her, holding her in place. "Maybe I shouldn't have such a sneaky girlfriend, you'll be sneaking off with my wallet next." I said with fake worry dripping from my voice. "But you love me anyways." She said stand up on tip toe and giving me a slight peck on the lips. Before I could bend down and kiss her more a harsh amused voice boomed in and said." Come on you two, either get suited for capture the flag or get a room!" Everyone laughed who was in ear shoot, I blushed. So did Annabeth, which only made me want to kiss her more.
