Hey there, guys. So I have been really busy lately, sorry. Also I got a few more messages about this being Eragon/OC. Just to let you guys know, it isn't. It's part of the plot, but this chapter should explain everything in more detail… anyway: Don't own PJO or the Inheritance series.

Percy sat on the bench, glaring at the full bowl of soup still steaming. He sighed as he glared, lost in his thoughts. The demigod was so lost in his angry feelings that he didn't see a black haired elf sit next to him. She watched him for a few moments before clearing her throat.

The dark haired boy jumped and turned to look at her. When he saw who had interrupted his mental yelling his eyes narrowed. The elf smiled and said "I saw you sitting alone…"

"I'm sorry but I'm not really in the mood to speak to anyone" Percy said coldly.

"We understand your loss. She seemed like she was a nice girl, but now you must focus on the task at hand" said the elf as she put her long, thin hand on his shoulder.

"What? Defeating this Galbatorix?" Percy asked just as coldly as before. He shrugged off her hand and went back to glaring at the bowl. "I should have been there to save her. Now I've failed."

"I was referring to saving your friend. For that is the path you wish to choose is it not?" the elf asked. Percy turned toward her.

In confusion and caution he asked "Why would you even try to help me? I don't even know you."

The elf sat straight up and said "I am Eragon's… friend."

Percy became angry and yelled "That's why you came? Only to stop me from being angry at Eragon?"

"Eragon did not wish for me to meddle, but Nasuada did" the elf answered. "She thought that you may need someone to speak to."

"I'm fine; thank you very much" Percy said lowering his voice "I suggest you leave."

Percy was getting very angry again… and he knew what might happen if it got out of control. The elf sighed and stood; she took a look at Percy and said something in a different language. Even though Percy didn't understand the language, he knew that he could trust the elf… somehow. Then she was gone leaving Percy to his self destructive thoughts once again. As he turned back to the bowl he heard the whispers of the people who had witnessed the discussion.

"He must be crazy! Talkin' to an elf that way."

"They say he beat Stronghammer… guess that made him a little full of himself, eh?"

"You'd think that she would have killed him… talkin' to her that way."

"WHO THE HADES ASKED YOU?" Percy yelled at them before storming toward his tent. The sun was setting in the distance, painting the mountains and plains gold. There were torches, which were already burning, stuck in the ground every few feet. The dirt beneath his feet was hard from the daily use and every time he stomped it made an audible thomp.

He was about halfway to his tent when he spotted Eragon walking toward a large tent with about twenty people outside it. The group of people, who Percy had found out were elves, followed behind him in a loose formation. Normally Percy would have just continued to walk, but then he saw Eragon turn toward him and without emotion say "Hello, Percy. I was about to send someone to find you. Nasuada wants me to see if you have any magical potential."

"I'm not in the mood" Percy said taking a step back.

"It doesn't matter. If you want to remain part of the Varden, you will need to do as she says" Eragon answered "Now, come on."

Percy opened his mouth to tell the dragon rider off, but then thought better of it. If he were to rescue Amanda, he would need the Varden's help. Putting up with Eragon was part of the deal… for now. So he sighed as he followed Eragon toward the group.

When they arrived, the group of people turned to watch Eragon, as if they were studying him. Percy crossed his arms and asked "Now what? You gonna hit me with your mumbo jumbo?"

"Its not mumbo jumbo, Percy; its magic and you have to respect it as so" Eragon answered clenching his fists. Some of the watchers snickered. "And no, I'm not going to hit you with it. We're going to try something simple… after teaching you the basics."

"Well then stop talking and let's start" Percy answered with another exasperated sigh.

Somewhere in the group he heard someone say "Bet you ten gold he doesn't make it five minutes."

"I'll bet you ten gold Eragon will kill 'im" another said. Is magic really that hard? Oh well, too late to back out now, Percy thought.

Eragon nodded and said "Let's begin."

"Fine" Percy answered. Eragon sighed and began to tell Percy of how magic is conducted, along with its history and some small phrases in the Ancient language. Every few minutes Percy's mind would wander and Eragon would catch him, asking him what he had said. After about a half hour Eragon had had it.

"I give up!" Eragon yelled out raising his hands "You're hopeless!"

"I'm sorry. Just explain it again" Percy said. Eragon turned back to him, about to yell at him when he saw Percy's expression. The kid really was trying, but just couldn't get a grasp on the knowledge.

Eragon sighed and said "This isn't working. We have to find another way."

Let me try, little one said Saphira as she snaked her head around Eragon to look at Percy with one of her giant blue eyes. Eragon thought for a moment then nodded. As soon as she had his consent Saphira lumbered over to Percy, who stiffened slightly.

Now what don't you understand?

Percy thought for a moment then began to explain "I don't really understand anything. I get that words can kick start the magi-"

It isn't the words, but the thoughts that start the process Saphira interrupted. Percy blinked and groaned.

"But how does it do that? Why? And can you use other languages to use magic? Or is it just that one?" Percy sighed and sat down. "I don't get any of this."

Saphira looked at Eragon and said I don't think he can do it.

Do what? Learn? Eragon asked in return. Saphira shook her massive head.

Magic. She answered. And idea ran through her head after a moment and began to ask Eragon. When they had discussed it thoroughly Eragon nodded and knelt next to Percy.

"I think I may have found a way to help you learn, but I would need access to your mind" Eragon said "Would you like me to try?"

"Its not as if I got any other choice" Percy answered "Go ahead."

Eragon nodded and placed his hand on Percy's brow. Closing his eyes, Eragon began to feed memories of how to use magic to Percy. Percy flinched at the contact, but otherwise remained still. About five minutes later Eragon removed his hand. "Now are you read to try?"

"I guess…" Percy said "But I won't guarantee anything. I still don't understand it all."

The dragon rider grasped Percy's hand and pressed a stone into it. Eragon nodded and said "If you can't do it, don't worry. But for now try stenr risa."

Percy took a big breath as he closed his eyes then said "Stenr risa!"

At first it stayed stationary. After a few moments the rock did move, but not in the way that was expected. It began to liquefy and turn into clear water that didn't drip out of the black haired boy's hand. Percy sighed and opened his eyes, but when he saw the water he frowned. "That's not supposed to happen, is it?"

"No, it's not" Eragon answered, blinking stupidly.

"So…" Percy said awkwardly, turning his hand to let the water drip out of his hand, "Now what?"

"Now you two go see Nasuada" a voice behind them said. The two boys turned to see Arya standing behind them "She wishes to see you two."

After a moment Percy shuffled and said "Um… sorry for… you know…"

Arya turned toward him and said "It is alright. You were grieving for your friend, but now we must go to Nasuada. Come."

So they all followed the elf to the red pavilion. It wasn't very long before the group arrived and went inside. Saphira, being too large to walk inside with them, pushed her head through the flap specially designed for her so she could see. Nasuada was bent over a table with a map and small wooden figures with a group of men in armor around her.

Eragon cleared his throat and she looked up, saying "We will finish this later. Leave us."

The soldiers left them and Percy asked "What did you want us for?"

"That… demigod needs to be secured" Nasuada answered "Whatever powers she has are affecting the Varden. Men left and right are throwing down their weapons and leaving, claiming they have what they find most precious."

"How could she do such things?" Eragon asked, more to himself than anyone.

Percy thought then said "Most demigods inherit powers from their godly parents. This is probably one of them, though I'm not sure which god could do that…" Suddenly a thought hit him and he asked Eragon "What is most valuable to you?"

Eragon was taken back by the question, but his eyes quickly darted toward Arya before he lied "The end of Galbatorix's reign."

Percy frowned and crossed his arms. "I can tell you're lying. Eragon, if you don't tell the truth I can't be sure if my theory is right or not."

Eragon sighed and said "Love. I value love over all else."

Percy smiled and said "I knew it! That's why you kissed her!"

Eragon stiffened and coughed awkwardly. "What?"

"I think she's the daughter of Ploutus!" Percy explained "He's the god of wealth and value in my world. That means that she can give off the allusion that she has what people most want! Or at least that's my guess."

"Then what do you value most?" Arya asked "I would like to know what drew you to her."

"I want to go home" Percy answered "She gave me the solution, which was to come here. Oh gods, we have to get her back."

"Agreed" Nasuada said "But how do we retrieve her? We must first get information on her whereabouts."

Percy thought for a while then said "I might have an idea, but I'll need Eragon's help…"

"What do you need?" Eragon asked.

"I need you to make a rainbow."

Silence greeted him until Eragon asked "Why?"

Percy shifted his feet and said "Well… the gods have this messenger named Iris and she doubles as the goddess of rainbows. If someone throws a drachma into a rainbow then asks nicely, she will let you call someone."

"Alright" Eragon said then conjured a rainbow. (Sorry, don't know the words for the spell…)

Percy pulled out a golden coin and tossed it in, saying "Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering. Ploutus, um… United States…"

Inside the rainbow an image appeared of a man with golden blond hair talking animatedly with a familiar black haired man with a trident. Percy frowned and asked "Dad?"

Poseidon turned around to face the Iris message. "Hello, Perseus."

"Poseidon, as much as you want to talk with your son I probably want to talk with my daughter more" said the man with golden hair. Poseidon turned around angrily. "And don't even go blaming me for your son falling into my world! It's not my fault that one of you Olympians wanted him there."

"But you could send him back!" Poseidon argued.

"You know as well as I that Zeus has rules against things like that without payment" Ploutus answered "Besides, I gave him an easy task. All he has to do is make sure my daughter stays safe and I will return him."

"Um… sorry to interrupt, but I need a bit of help" Percy said, hoping not to get smite.

Both gods turned to him and Ploutus said "What do you mean by help?"

The god's face contorted angrily as if understanding the double meaning in the words. Percy gulped and said "Well… uh Amanda kind of, um… left."

"You let her get captured?" Ploutus yelled angrily, "If you so much as think-"

"I just need to know where she is" Percy explained quickly "I'll go get her as soon as I find out, I swear on the river Styx, but I was hoping you might know where she is…"

Ploutus paused for a moment and said "She is on her way to Urû'baen. They will arrive within a few days. Don't disappoint me again, boy, or else you won't be returning home."

Once again sorry for the wait, but a lot has been going on lately.