Don't own Pjo or Inheritance.
"It's Murtaugh! Everyone get back" Eragon yelled as he flew over the people below on Saphira. Amanda pulled Percy along following the others.
"Who is Murtaugh? And why is he here?" Percy asked stumbling after Amanda.
Amanda gulped before saying "He is a dragon rider; the only other one besides Galbatorix and Eragon. I was his servant once. Galbatorix had me take care of all his needs."
"You were his servant?" A man said. Percy turned toward the voice and almost fell. The man wasn't a man at all, but he looked like an elf with black fur. His movements were lithe and smooth, much like Eragon's.
"Yes, but only because I had to. He is kind, but sad. If it were under different circumstances we could have been friends" Amanda said, not breaking her pace.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Percy asked as he tried to maintain her pace.
The elf smiled and answered "I am called Blödhgarm among my friends and people. I assume you are the Perseus who has the camp talking?"
"Yeah… I guess" Percy said as they finally reached the gates. The doors were closed and surrounded by people. At the front of the crowd were Saphira, Eragon, Nasuada, and a bunch of other people Percy didn't know. Amanda continued toward the front of the crowd.
"Excuse me, Perseus edur" said Blödhgarm before sprinting to the front of the gathering and positioning himself in front of Eragon.
There was an ear splitting roar and a very loud voice yelled "Get out here, Eragon! We have business to attend to!"
Eragon's facial expression turned to angry when he heard the voice. The dragon rider looked down to Nasuada and asked something that was lost in the crowd. Percy felt Amanda's hand leave his and he turned toward her just in time to see her run toward the middle of the camp.
"Amanda? Where are you going?" Percy asked as he tried to follow her. Percy was continually bumped into which made him lose sight of Amanda's blond hair.
When he was finally out of the crowd he still didn't see her. He turned back toward the group with a sigh and spotted her. She was standing on top of the sharpened poles that made up the gate to the Varden. Her balance was perfect as she hopped from pole to pole.
"Oh my gods! Amanda!" Percy yelled "Get down! You're going to hurt yourself."
She ignored him, but the other people in the camp saw what Percy was looking at. There was a collection of gasps and murmurs as she jumped onto the next wooden shaft. Once she was directly over the gate she crouched and grasped the sharp end and rotated so she could climb down the other side. Percy knew what she was doing. He ran toward the doors and yelled "Open them! Get those doors open!"
The rest of the Varden watched as Percy ran to the doors continuing to yell out in anger. When Nasuada saw who was making the noise she turned to him and said "Percy, we can't. Out there is a dangerous enemy."
"You don't understand. The gods, or at least one, favor her. Do you know what they would do if she got hurt? Do you?" Percy yelled knowing that this was the only way to convince Nasuada "They would turn against both you and me. Which might lead them to join the other side. Do you want that?"
"Percy, what are you saying?" Eragon asked as he looked at the demigod.
"Last night a god charged me with her protection. If she gets hurt… if she leaves…" Percy didn't continue.
"The gods would truly turn against us?" Nasuada asked.
"You want to find out? Then don't listen. If you don't open those doors befo-"
On the other side they could clearly hear "If you do anything to harm them I will personally kill you myself!"
"I find that hard to believe" another voice said "Besides I only need you then I'm out of here."
Nasuada paled and yelled "Open the doors!"
The doors began to creak open and a large red dragon was revealed along with a dark haired boy on its back. Amanda was standing just a few meters from the dragon. The golden strip of cloth was in a pile on the ground, her dagger in hand, and Percy could only see her back.
"I won't go!" She yelled at the man.
Glaring the man yelled out "Malthinae reisa fram!"
Suddenly Amanda was lifted into the air and began to move toward the dragon quickly. Eragon, seeing what was happening, raised his hand and yelled out "Losna un sitja."
Eragon's hand began to glow. She was slowed and she began to curse at Murtaugh angrily. This seemed to make him lose a little concentration and her ascent was slowed even further. Noticing this she yelled louder and began to thrash wildly. A few seconds later Eragon gasped and fell over slightly. Percy looked back to Amanda, who yelped as she was flung toward the dragon.
"No!" Percy yelled charging at the dragon with riptide out. The rider waited until Amanda was on the back of the dragon then smiled at Percy before the dragon took off. The gust of wind from the wings of the crimson dragon knocked him over.
Immediately Percy stood and watched helplessly as the dragon soared into the sky. Percy fell to his knees and hit the ground with his fist angrily. Cursing in Greek he watched the red dot become smaller and smaller. When it was gone he yelled "I katára eseís paliá SOT ! Boreíte sáko kopriá Minó̱tav̱ros ! Tha sas katastrépsoun!"
There was a hand on Percy's shoulder and he turned to glare at whoever dared to touch him. It was Eragon who knelt next to him. The others were just in front of the gates while Percy and Eragon knelt on the ground a good few meters a head of them. Percy coldly glared at him as he shrug his hand off. "Why didn't you do anything? I thought you were some great and powerful dragon rider?"
"I did my best, Percy, I did, but Murtaugh is stronger than me. I didn't have the strength to save her" Eragon said sadly. Eragon looked down to see the strip of cloth that Amanda normal wore.
"You did your best? What kind of sick joke is that?" Percy asked angrily, his green eyes churning like an angry ocean "This Murtaugh guy just strode up to camp and snatched her. You didn't do anything!"
"He did all he could, boy" the dark elf, Blödhgarm, said suddenly appearing next to the dragon rider.
"Like what?" Percy glared "All he did was raise his hand and yell out some gibberish!"
Blödhgarm's eyes narrowed before he said "That was not gibberish, boy. It was the ancient language, in which all magic is conducted."
"He has a right to be angry, Blödhgarm. It was his friend that was captured" another elf said as she came up to them.
"Whatever, just get out of here" Percy said turning back in the direction Amanda had been taken.
"Percy, please; just li-"
"I said get out of here" Percy answered not turning around "I don't want to lose my temper."
Eragon sighed and motioned for the others to leave with him. He took one last look at the angry demigod before walking away, toward the camp. Percy looked down to the piece of cloth on the ground and gingerly picked it up between his calloused fingers.
Why was she taken? Will she be killed or do they want her alive… and more importantly what do they want her to do?
Okay, so I hope you guys liked this chap. And for those of you who are like "when are you going to update your other stories?" well I updated this one twice to get some inspiration. For as you know: no inspiration, no story. I should have at least one of the other stories updated soon.