Here's the next chapter. Sorry for the delay again, I worked hard on this one.

Thank you to my faithful reviewers Mainn and KrspaceT.

This chapter kind of reveals a lot about my upcoming plot twist, but you'll have to read very carefully.

Disclaimer: I don't own Inheritance or Percy Jackson. I do own Yvgor. :D

Murtagh POV

"You've lost Morzanson. We've been playing you like a violin all this time."

Murtagh saw General William and a whole handful of elite soldiers, swords drawn and crossbows loaded. Murtagh was astonished about how fast the king had assembled his troops. He also could not figure out how they found out in the first place. He looked around and saw the dwarf on guard in the tunnel standing beside one of the soldiers, arms crossed and smirking.

"TRAITOR!" Yvgor yelled, "Grimstnzborith Orik trusted and trained us, and this is how you repay our king! You are not one of the Ingeitum, you are a treacherous menkurlan!"

"Some one shut him up." William said. Almost immediately soldiers rushed to Yvgor and bound him with rope and a put a cloth over his mouth. Despite that, he still made noises under his muzzle and made very rude signs with his hands towards the traitor.

"You see Murtagh, this dwarf over here isn't even an Ingeitum. He is one of he is one of the Az Sweldn rak Anhûin, as you can see with the veil." William went on and on about his brilliant plan to capture them.

But Murtagh had a plan of his own. He reached out to Yvgor with his mind and said, "Yvgor, he is stuck up and cocky and hasn't disarmed us yet. We still have a chance to escape."

Yvgor nodded and looked at his sword. Murtagh continued in the same matter with the other dwarves, until all of them knew what had to be done.

"Are you even listening?" William asked.

"Ok, my turn to talk, William, can I call you Bill? Ok," Murtagh needed time, so he started talking randomly about the weather, the food around the castle and all sorts of unrelated things. While he was babbling, Yvgor reached for his dagger, which was hidden beneath his cloak and waited for Murtagh to stop.

"Will you shut up?" William said, "The King told me you were incompetent but he didn't tell me you were stupid!"

"But then again, the so-called-'King' is a liar, NOW Yvgor!" Murtagh yelled. At the same time Yvgor jumped up, still bound with rope and still muzzled, did a flip, cut his ropes open and landed feet first.

Murtagh drew his borrowed sword, (Yvgor had given it to him before they left the tunnel) and ran past the general, slashing down every soldier that got in his way. He looked back to see the Yvgor had freed the rest of his warriors and they were now fighting the soldiers.

"Come back here Morzanson! Or are you a coward?" William taunted.

Murtagh turned away from the filthy streets and faced the cloaked man. He had jet black hair and his nose was crooked, like it had been broken a few times. He was a tall man, with very bulit arms and a strong posture. His twin swords lay sheathed across his back placed in an 'x' shape. He also had yet another sword in his hand and an embossed shield painted red, with Galbatorix's insignia painted on the front.

"Come on, or is little Murtagh scared that he doesn't have his dragon to protect him?" William was using a baby tone, mocking him.

Murtagh knew William wanted him to fight him, but Murtagh didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

He wanted to give him the satisfaction, then wipe him of the face of Alagaësia. He drew his sword and slashed down at William's unprotected skull.

But William expected this and he almost lazily blocked Murtagh's move and spun his sword and slashed at Murtagh's hip. Murtagh jumped back and drew a throwing knife out of his cloak and threw it at William.

It embedded itself into the general's glossy shield. "You'll pay for that! That thing cost me 500 crowns out of my salary!" William yelled.

"Ah, whatever." Murtagh yelled and jumped high in the air and brought his sword down blade first towards William's head. He ran forward leaving Murtagh with a sword stuck in the concrete.

William turned around and charged with his shield up, at Murtagh. THUD! Murtagh flew was hit back a couple feet, leaving him on the ground trying to find his breath. Murtagh didn't expect the general to use such a crude method, but he shook the initial pain off and got up.

The general took out another sword from his back and threw down the embossed shield. He charged yet again, with two swords in his hand. But, Murtagh was ready this time, and found an open spot in William's configuration and stabbed.

The sword just stopped in mid-stab and shattered into a million tiny pieces, leaving Murtagh with a useless hilt. He ran at William and started grappling, hand in hand fighting for a sword.

Murtagh managed to grab hold of his bigger sword and held it up in a the ready position that Tornac had taught him so many years ago. The sword was incredibly heavy for its size, and Murtagh just couldn't get a good feel on it.

William slashed at Murtagh's arm and he could not raise his sword fast enough to block it. The sword ripped open Murtagh's already worn cloak and cut deep into his skin. Blood instantly oozed out. Murtagh cried out in pain.

William was relentless. He kept slashing, on and on, leaving Murtagh with mulitple cut wounds all screaming out in pain. William laughed maniacally. Murtagh fell to his knees.

"This is the end, I'm sorry Thorn," Murtagh thought. He braced himself for the death blow and closed his eyes.

Nothing happened. Suddenly, great shouts aroused. Murtagh opened his eyes and saw Yvgor and his dwarves jumping on top of William and slashing at his feet. "Ahhh! Get off of me vermin!" he yelled.

Murtagh seized his chance to attack William and readied himself for a spell. "Jierda!" he yelled.

William's armour crumpled and he was rendered unconscious. "Come on, lets go!" Murtagh yelled.

Yvgor and the what remained of the dwarven guard ran through the dirty streets of Urû'baen zigzagging and dodged every soldier they came to pass. TWANG! TWANG! Murtagh looked up and saw a shower of arrows coming from the rooftop keep. Hundreds of archers were lined up behind the walls shooting out of arrow loops.

"Hurry! Were almost at the gate!" Murtagh yelled.

"Mine wards can't take much more," Yvgor said. They finally got to the gates when the first arrow from the volley had broken through the wards. It bounced harmlessly off Murtagh's armour.

Yvgor quickly slashed down the two guards and they ran outside the gates, locking it behind them. They continued running until the city was out of sight. They slowed to a walk.

"So Yvgor, now that we know that the Az Sweldn rak Anhûin are working for Galbatorix can you think of a theory why?" Murtagh asked.

"I'm not exactly sure about their mission, but many of the dwarves have been sent to Dras-Leona, specifically to Az Knurl Rak Kuthian. We do not know why, but they are also bringing a lot of miners and burrowers with them." Yvgor answered.

"Where is the Az Knurl rak Kuthian? What does it even mean?" Murtagh asked.

Yvgor hesitated and began to speak but laughter interuptted him. Murtagh realized it was coming from one of the dwarven guards. "This one knows nothing about our religion or customs. Why are we to guard him!" he excalaimed.

Desperate to make a good impression, Murtagh quickly said, " No, the King taught me plenty about dwarven religion and customs. Um, Gûntera! That's your king god right? What about Kilf, his wife? And Helzvog the god of stone, right?"

The dwarves looked astonished about how Murtagh knew so much about their race. "Yes, but do you know who the god of death and afterlife is?" the dwarf before asked.

This time it was Murtagh's turn to be astonished, "You have a death god? You would worship a god of death. Really?"

"Yes, we have to be sorted into one of our deitie's kingdom you know." Yvgor said. "Do you know who the god of death is?"

"No."

"His name is Kuthian. We rarely speak of this one, due to the fact that he can travel in our very shadows and can turn invisible." Yvgor said, "Az Knurl Rak Kuthain literally translates into the Rock of Kuthian. The Rock of Kuthian was an entrance made long ago into our Underworld, but we gave up on the idea beacuse we just could not dig deep enough. Over the years, humans came and finished the job, unleashing plauges and diseases across the land, as well as creating dark magic. They bulit Helgrind overtop of it to keep the dead spirits out."

"So what are the Az Sweldn rak Anhûin doing over there?" Murtagh asked.

"We do not know. But Galbatorix must have some sort of plan involved about Helgrind and Az Knrul Rak Kuthian." Yvgor said, "Let's just hope he cannot recruit the dead."

"The dead?" Murtagh stammered.

But Yvgor just kept on talking, "Or undead spirits, or Kuthian's three horrible hag witches or anything else horrible like that."

"What!" Murtagh screamed.

Yvgor chuckled, "Just kidding. Kuthian is lazy and dormant most of the year and is banned in the upper world by Gûntera. He is also banned from sending monsters into the upper world. That's why many don't know about him."

"Oh."

They had talked late into the night, so they set up camp and went to sleep.

Percy POV

I saw finally saw them on the 2 week of travel. Eragon and Saphira, as well as the whole dwarf army joined up with the Varden, who were only about 15 miles from Belatona. My mind was still in shock that you could communicate over long distances like IM'ing back home. But this was much more convienent. Every day before I went to sleep I had Arya contact Annabeth so I could speak to her at long lengths. Eragon had suggested to use Angela for 'scrying' too but she was avoiding me as much as she could. I could not find out why though.

Anyways, Eragon had brought this massive army of little people, along with a red dragon who fiercely guarded Saphira, the way Clarisse guards Chris Rodriguez back at Camp Half Blood, and I wasn't sure to be excited or scared. I mean, for all we know, this dragon cold be holding them ransom. Also Annabeth and I aren't even one step closer to being back home.

But I also just couldn't shake off the feeling the Kronos was here, watching my every move. Like he had Hades' helm of invisiblilty, listening and planning for his revenge.

"Percy!" Eragon yelled. "Percy!"

"Hi, Eragon." I said.

"Eragon!" Roran yelled from behind me. He ran up to him and gave him a bear hug. "Hey guess what? I learned how to use magic! With Percy's help of course."

Eragon turned to me, "You taught him?" "No, I just helped him, told him to search through his conciousness. Then bang, he can use magic."

Roran grinned and picked up a stone and said "Stenr reisa!" His palm turned white and started shaking, and the stone started rising. Then, after about 5 seconds of hovering, it fell into Roran's palm. He collapsed and Eragon and I caught him.

"That's great Roran! Now, I can teach you like my father taught me how to use magic," Eragon exclaimed. "Come on, let go-"

Eragon stopped in mid-sentence as he saw Arya standing right in front of him. "My mother wants to speak to you." she said, "Come with me. Oh and Roran, we will discuss your magical abilities later."

Eragon walked dreamily with Arya over to a small pond by the river.

"See, told you how he acts around her," Roran said as soon as Eragon was out of sight. "Look at him! Walking dreamily, swaying with a grin on his face. How does she not notice that?"

"Actually, when I first met Annabeth, she ingored me too. But look at us now. Maybe Eragon and Arya will turn out that way too." I said.

"Hopefully. Then he won't have to keep seeking advice from me." Roran said.

TWANG! TWANG!

"What was that?" I yelled.

"I have no idea, but it sounds like arrows." Roran said.

I ran over to the source of the noise and saw Angela with a bow and a quiver of arrows on her back.

"I didn't know you were an archer," I said, "You know, I know a lot of great archers. I know some that can launch 5 or 6 arrows at a time each hitting a different target."

"Like this?" she said. She took 8 arrows out of her quiver and put them into her bow. She pulled back and released all of them hitting eight geese of all different sizes. They all instantly fell towards the ground. Almost immediately she turned bright red awkwardly walked over to the geese to retrieve the arrows.

"How did you learn to do that?" I asked. "The only people I know that can do that are Micheal Yew and Will Solace-" I stopped myself in mid-sentence as I realized who Angela could be.

As if she sensed what I was thinking she quickly made an excuse saying, "Its called practice. You should try it sometime." Then she walked away leaving me by myself wondering what just happened.

I kept thinking about Angela's identity. Could she be a demigod? But how was it possible? The gods don't even know about this place. I don't even know where I am and I find out that there might be a demi-god? I stopped myself. Nah, she couldn't be a demigod. Thats impossible. They have their own gods in this place.

But even thought I had convinced myself otherwise, I still promised myself to keep a close eye on her and to tell Annabeth about this.

That night I had another dream. Or maybe I should call it another nightmare. I has in the elegant castle again. But this time I was facing a window. The window shimmered and Kronos' face apperared on it. I had never seen his true face before, only in Luke's body but he looked just like the pictures said.

He was handsome, but he could probably change his form at will so it really didn't matter what he looked like now.

"Percy. Percy, Percy, Percy. My little grandson hero. You were right to defeat me a year ago. But now I have changed my ways. I want to help back home." Kronos said.

"Liar," I said "You might have turned Luke with your pathetic talk, but you can't fool me. I know you want to destroy the Olympians, but I will stop at nothing to stop you from doing that. You got that grandpa?"

Kronos snarled. "You'll regret this young hero. I promise you, when I come back for my revenge, you will be first on my 'to destroy' list. I will find you, hunt you down and make you watch your family and friends suffer before your very eyes."

There you have it! Who is Angela. I wonder. Let me know what you think. Just press that button. Right under me. Look! Its taunting you... Press me. Press me.

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