Welcome everyone to chapter 2!

Thank you for your continued support and your want to read my stories, it really means a lot to me to have people who want to read my writing. Again, if you haven't read my other 2 stories, please do that beforehand or this won't make a lot of sense. Hopefully you'll still like it but you probably won't understand a lot of what's going on.

Anyway!

I hope you enjoy and let's get right into this!

"My name is Amira." The girl introduced herself with a small bow. Makayla nodded slowly.

"I'm Makenna." The redhead then said, using her old Alias.

"What are you doing here?" Amira asked her. The demigod paused for a moment, trying to think of an excuse, but Amira seemed to realize her thought process and frowned. "Do not attempt to lie to me for I will know if you do so."

"Um, question first: where am I?" Makayla instead asked, fingers twitching unconsciously against her leg. Amira narrowed her eyes again but this time she looked more confused than wary.

"You are in the former camp of the Varden." She answered.

"Camp of what?"

"The Varden..." Amira trailed off before muttering several unfamiliar words.

The small area they were in suddenly lit up with a bright light and Makayla looked around in surprise. Her eyes dropped to her hand but saw it had stopped glowing. So it wasn't her…

The demigod then heard Amira gasp and her gaze snapped up to see that she was staring at her shirt with wide eyes.

"You are from Camp Half-Blood!" She gasped. Makayla's grip tightened on the hilt of her sword as her dark silver eyes narrowed.

"How do you know about that place?" She demanded. The gleam in Amira's eyes showed surprise and excitement, a reaction that was new to the redhead, and she couldn't help but wonder if this strange purple-haired girl was from Camp Jupiter or another demigod haven.

Amira opened her mouth to respond but noticed the guarded look in Makayla's gaze. She slid her sword into the sheath on her hip before holding up her hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I and several campers from Camp Half-Blood completed a quest together but a month more than a year ago." She explained, though her excitement was still visible on her face. "I was and even now can be trusted as a friend, I promise you this."

Makayla narrowed her eyes suspiciously. She had been at Camp Half-Blood a little more than a year and had never seen this girl before. Yet, somehow, she knew that Amira was telling her the truth so she relaxed her stance ever-so-slightly.

"Fortunately for us both, you aren't lying so I guess I can consider you an ally for now." She decided. "But even so, why are you- Woah-!"

Makayla yelped and was cut off when Amira suddenly grabbed her wrist and took off running, pulling her behind her.

If she didn't have the speed gained from being a daughter of Hermes then Makayla was sure she would have fallen on her face, Amira was so fast. She tried to pull her hand from Amira's grasp but her grip on her wrist was too firm.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Makayla exclaimed as she was pulled after the purple-haired girl.

"Just follow me!" Amira answered excitedly, pulling the redhead along behind her.

"But what are you doing?! Where are you taking me?!"

"There is someone we must speak with!" Amira's voice was urgent as well as excited. Then she noticed Makayla's expression and gave a reassuring smile. "It is alright, I promise you that he can be trusted!"

Makayla wasn't so sure but allowed Amira to drag her along seeing how she wouldn't have been able to leave the girl's grip anyway.

It was several minutes later that the two girls burst free from the forest into a clearing by the side of a large mountain-like cliff. The redhead looked around, again noting how different everything was, but was snapped from her thoughts when Amira tugged her forward again.

"Amira!?" Makayla again attempted to get the purple-haired girl's attention but she just kept moving.

Amira dragged her to the side of the gigantic cliff where steps had somehow been added onto the rock as a means of stairs and pulled her up.

" Amira reported as the two climbed. It seemed like half an hour of the zig-zagging stairs before the two girls finally arrived at a hollow-like cave on the cliff's side, which Amira quickly entered.

She called out something in some weird language, cupping her hand around her mouth so her voice echoed across the walls. Makayla heard a new voice answer but they were farther into the cave and the echoing made it hard to understand their words. Amira huffed and rolled her purple eyes then told the redhead to stay where she was before running deeper into the cave. Not knowing what else to do or where else to go, Makayla reluctantly stayed put.

Amira returned a few minutes later with a man who looked several years older with brown hair and eyes. Amira was talking excitedly to the man but stopped when Makayla was within hearing range, which annoyed the demigod.

"Makenzie, this is Eragon." Amira introduced with a gesture to the man when they neared Makayla, who did the same weird three-finger thing Amira had done earlier.

"Hi." Makayla greeted with a small and awkward wave.

A sudden memory flashed through her mind but disappeared as fast as it came. She frowned, trying to focus on it, and was faintly able to remember Percy saying the name Eragon before though she couldn't remember why or when. She sighed in frustration and looked up to see that Eragon was frowning as well.

"Where did you get that?" He asked her, pointing at her shirt.

"My shirt?" Makayla raised a brow, looking down at her orange Camp Half-Blood tee. "Uh, I got it from a summer camp I go to. Why?"

"Where is this camp?"

"Why?" Makayla repeated with narrowed eyes.

The last time someone had tried to get her to tell them where Camp Half-Blood was, it had resulted in a shadow demon stalking her around the world for ten years and over a hundred torture-caused scars on her body.

She was not eager for a rematch.

"Please answer the question. I am not a threat." Eragon tried but Makayla just crossed her arms.

"Last time someone said that to me I nearly died like a hundred times so sorry, but you'll have to try a different line." Makayla stated bluntly.

"She definitely talks like him." Eragon told Amira with a chuckle. Said girl gave a small laugh and nodded.

"Just as I said." She agreed excitedly. Then her smile morphed to a thoughtful frown. "But what causes my confusion is when he was brought here, I was sent to his world as a form of trade. As far as my knowledge, no one here has disappeared so I am forced to wonder why?"

"Who and what are you talking about?" Makayla finally asked irritatedly. In the back of her mind, the redhead unconsciously noted that Amira spoke in a kind of old-fashioned style.

"You are from Earth, correct?" Amira asked in response.

"Well duh."

"Do you know anyone by the name of Percy Jackson?"

"Perseus Jackson? The Seaweed Brain?" Makayla affirmed, listing off her friend's nicknames. "The sometimes-idiot-with-sea-green eyes? That Percy Jackson?"

"That is him." Amira agreed, smiling.

"Never heard of him." Makayla shrugged casually.

Amira and Eragon gave her a weird expression, glanced at each other, then back to Makayla.

"Wait but… but then how would you...?" Eragon trailed off.

"I'm being sarcastic." Makayla sighed, rolling her purple and silver eyes. "Of course I know him."

"Definitely like Percy." Amira giggled as a small blush came to Eragon's cheeks. Makayla raised an eyebrow.

"Some people would take that as an insult, y'know."

"Do you?" Amira's expression was hard to read so Makayla pursed her lips and crossed her arms.

"Well he did save the world, and my life, a bunch of times and is like my best friend. So no, I don't." She decided.

"He saved not only your world but ours as well," Eragon explained. "Not long ago, Percy was brought here from your world just as you have been now."

The memory hit Makayla like a slap; she remembered Percy mentioning someone named Eragon and a world called Ala-something. Then she remembered Hazel saying something about a girl named Amira and a quest about fighting a powerful enemy. Were these the same people?

"Do you know anyone named Hazel?" Makayla asked Amira distractedly. The purple-haired girl's eyes lit up and she nodded excitedly.

"Hazel Levesque? Yes, I do! Is she well?" She affirmed with a smile.

"Yeah, she's fine. Uh, what's this country or wherever we are called?" Makayla then asked.

"This land is named Alagaesia." Eragon answered. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason..." Makayla's mind was reeling enough to make her light-headed. "It's just... A while ago, I remember Percy saying something about wondering how someone named Eragon and Amira was doing. I was just trying to figure out if you guys were the same people."

"As far as I know, there is no one else with my name." Eragon told her. Amira nodded.

"I agree the same."

"Okay, at least now I know I'm not going insane or having an extremely weird dream." Makayla settled. She ran a hand through her long red hair, stumbling back several steps to lean against the cave's stone wall.

"Are you alright?" Amira asked, her hand automatically reaching out to catch her. The demigod nodded slowly.

"Yeah… yeah, I'm fine." The daughter of two sighed, signaling she was okay. "I guess I shouldn't be too surprised seeing everything-"

Makayla was suddenly cut off by a huge roar that seemed to shake the cave.

Reminded of the Shadow Creature from so long ago, Makayla spun around and drew her sword, the faint glow from the blade shining in the dark cave, but her eyes widened and the weapon fell from her numb fingers to the ground when two gigantic dragons flew down to land in the opening of the cave.

The two dragons were huge creatures, one blue in color and the other silver. Each dragon had large serpentine bodies with long necks and tails, two back legs, and two large wings as forelimbs. Covered in scales, having a mouth full of deathly sharp teeth and razor-sharp claws, both dragons were easily large enough to crush Makayla with a single leg

"Tha-th- that's a dr-dragon!" Makayla stuttered out in a gasp, eyes wide as saucers, shocked numb at the sight of the two creatures. "Tha- two dragons! Real living dragons!"

The dragons noticed Makayla and immediately moved to a threatening stance but Amira noticed and quickly stepped between the dragons and the demigod and held out a hand, placing the other on Makayla's shoulder.

"It is alright! She is no threat to you. Tharre er né vanta wiol haina. Thornessa er aí fricai." She told the beasts in the same weird language. The silver dragon gave a low growl-like sound in response but it and the larger blue dragon moved to a less threatening stance. Amira turned back to Makayla and gestured to the silver creature. "This is my dragon, Visarus."

(There is no need for harm. She is a friend.)

Makayla could only nod numbly.

Makayla could only nod numbly.

"And this is Saphira Brightscales, my dragon." Eragon introduces in turn with a gesture to the larger blue dragon.

Makayla again nodded slowly. Not sure how to react to two huge fairytales-made-life, she slowly crouched down, bending at the knees, to pick up her sword back up but didn't move to sheath it. The blue dragon took a step closer and lowered its large head to Makayla's level to meet her gaze. Makayla returned the action, her gaze hard despite her numbing shock.

"Why do you not cower in fear?" A female voice asked her in her mind. Makayla started in surprise by the sudden voice before realizing it must have come from the dragon.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you but compared to some other things I've seen, you're barely cower-worthy." She replied after a moment of surprise, gaze as hard as Celestial Bronze.

Behind her, Eragon and Amira exchanged wide-eyed looks before taking several steps back.

"And what "other things" would strike more fear into your heart than a dragon?" Saphira demanded, a growl in her throat.

"Where I'm from, dragons like you are just a story told to little kids at night or part of a cartoon; they aren't scary." Makayla's dark purple eyes narrowed, her voice hard despite the fact that she was talking to a live dragon nearly fifty times her size. "The things I have seen in my life would cause you to run and hide. You don't scare me."

Saphira growled but before the dragon could say anything or make a move, a sharp pain stabbed into Makayla's mind. She gasped in pain and stumbled back, her sword slipping from her hand and again clattering to the ground as her hands grabbed her head.

Memories of Ganabranth flashed through the demigod's head as she was reminded of the times he would take control of her. Her wide eyes were already turning silver from fear but her sight was unfocused, not able to see anything clearly as her mind raced; she could hear his voice again, taunting and mocking her as the phantom pain of his knives dug into her skin.

"Makenzie! Are you alright?!" Amira exclaimed worriedly. She took a step closer and Makayla instinctively tried to move back but lost her footing, falling to the ground onto her back, her eyes pure white and her breathing fast. Through her blurred vision, Makayla saw the scar around her arms and legs begin to glow silver and tears began to form in her white eyes.

Why was this happening again?! She had gotten rid of Ganabranth! This was supposed to stop after she got rid of him!

'You will never be rid of me.'

Makayla's heart skipped several beats as the all-too-familiar voice echoed in her mind. She knew that voice better than her own, his insanity as clear as day behind that sickly sweet tone.

'No matter what you do, no matter where you go, I will always be here.' He taunted her. 'In your mind, in your dreams, in your thoughts… You won't ever be free of me.'

"No, y- you're gone. I destroyed you." Makayla denied weakly, her voice shaking like an avalanche as her heart pounded painfully. "You-you're not- you're not here. This is- this isn't real."

Tears started to fall from Makayla's eyes as she failed to convince herself that his voice was a trick.

"What's going on!?" Makayla could hear Eragon's voice but it sounded faint and far away.

'Aww. Your new friends are worried. Too bad they can't help you like your other ones could.' He mocked.

"You can't be back. You're… gone…" Makayla's tears spilled from her silver eyes down her face, leaving fear-filled tracks behind them.

'My dear, sweet Makayla. I have never been gone.' His voice held an emotion that almost sounded like pity but she knew he was mocking her. 'After all, Alagaesia has different rules than Earth. The gods have no influence so that means that I have all the power here. But you'll have to be patient; I'll be back when you least expect it. You are mine for the taking, Beautiful.'

With one last stab of pain, Ganabranth left her mind and all Makayla saw was black.

When the redhead's arms started glowing silver, Amira knew something was wrong.

Amira had been scouting the woods around the old Varden camp when she met Makayla, having sensed traces of strange magic there. When she had seen the redhead make her hand glow, she at first thought she was an elf but then she saw Makayla's shirt and recognized the orange color and weird writing from Camp Half-Blood, which most likely meant she was a demigod. So Amira had dragged her through the forest, excited and nervous to tell Eragon.

She was nervous because the last time someone had come to Alagaesia from Earth had been a part of the trade between her and Percy Jackson even though, as far as she knew though, no one had disappeared. She was also excited though because a part of her was hoping that Makayla knew Percy and Hazel and her other friends and could tell her how they were doing. After all, it had been a little more than a year (her time) since she last saw them.

(A/N: Alagaesia's time moves half the speed of Earth's time)

But once Saphira spoke to Makayla, the redhead freaked out. Her eyes began glowing silver and she started muttering things, a large mark around her arms and legs lighting up with a silver light before she screamed and collapsed to the ground.

As soon as Makayla collapsed, Amira ran to her side. Her hand immediately went to feel for a pulse on her neck and she sighed in relief when she found one; it was faint but still there.

"What happened?" Eragon quickly asked, moving beside Amira.

"I believe she was attacked mentally," Amira answered, scanning the demigod's now-unconscious form. "I recognize it from when Tartarus would speak to me."

Having been told about the quest she had completed with Annabeth, Leo, and the others, Eragon nodded slowly.

"Perhaps. But why and how was her skin glowing?" He wondered as he knelt beside her. Amira shook her head.

"I do not know..." She trailed off when she noticed a thick pale line that weaved around Makayla's arms and legs.

A scar.

It was a huge scar, one that circled all of her body. Two thick lines connected by scale-like marks, the image was sickeningly and artistically detailed into a very realistic picture: a snake. Amira couldn't see but she guessed it trailed on Makayla's back as well so it was connected from her arms to her legs.

She pointed for Eragon to see and his eyes widened.

"What is that?" His voice told his shock.

"It looks like… a scar. A very large scar. From what I am able to see, it circles along her arms and legs and as it seems to be an image, I assume it must cross along her back as well." Amira reported with a wince, brows furrowed in a concerned frown.

"That is not a scar one can gain from an accidental cut or a scrape." Eragon pointed out grimly.

"I agree. If not willingly, it must have been forced onto her."

"Who could have done something so cruel?"

"She is not from here so I do not know. We should get her to a healer, someplace safer than where we are now." Amira stated.

Eragon nodded and leaned down to slip his arms under the scarred girl, surprised as she was lighter than she looked. Careful not to drop her, he quickly mounted Saphira and leaned the redhead's limp frame against his chest as the dragon turned to the cave's opening. Amira then climbed onto Visarus and the two dragons leaped into the sky.

Amira, Visarus, Eragon, and Saphira flew until they reached Ellesméra, hoping to find Arya. Luckily they spotted the elf queen in an open field with Fírnen beside her so, careful of the limp girl in his arms, Eragon landed Saphira down in the field beside the two with Amira and Visarus quickly following.

Arya was shocked to say the least when she saw Eragon slide down from his dragon with an unconscious stranger in his arms.

"Eragon? Amira? What happened? Who is she?" She asked confusedly as the Blue Rider carefully laid the unconscious redhead on the grass.

As Eragon explained to Arya what had happened, Amira knelt beside the demigod to search for any physical injuries. As she did, she noted how familiar the girl looked, like someone Amira had met before but she just couldn't place who and the younger Rider frowned in irritation as she failed to remember.

"Ugh, this will annoy me." She muttered to herself.

Makayla was muttering things in her sleep and although Amira couldn't make out most of her words, the Rider caught 'serpent' and 'he's back.' She would say no a bunch of times but the young Rider was unable to hear anything else.

Arya knelt beside Amira after Eragon finished telling her what happened.

"Amira, you've been to her world before. Do you know her?" The elf queen asked her friend but Amira just shook her head.

"No I do not, though she does remind me of someone from her world. Unfortunately, the thought evades me and I cannot place who." She apologized, trying to search through her memories. She cursed to herself as she came up blank.

"What is on her arm?" Arya frowned, gently lifting Makayla's limp hand. "It looks like a large mark or scar of some sort."

"We believe so. Can you wake her?"

Arya frowned and placed a hand on the redhead's forehead, muttering several words in the Ancient Language. A second later Makayla's eyes snapped open and she jerked upright with a shout. Her eye color was bright silver and her breathing was fast. Makayla swiveled her head around in fear, as though she was afraid something was going to attack. Then she noticed Amira.

"Oh thank the gods." She muttered, covering her face with her arms as she fell back onto her back on the grass. "It wasn't real."

"Makenzie, are you alright?" Amira asked as she placed her hand on her shoulder. The redhead looked up for a small moment before sighing.

"My name isn't Makenzie." She reluctantly confessed. "It's Makayla. Makayla Valdez."

(A/N: Technically her name was Makayla Johnson since she was married to Jakob but she neglected to say that)

Amira noticed she avoided her question before suddenly realizing why Makayla seemed so familiar. But… she barely looked anything like-

"Leo Valdez." She realized.

Makayla's eyes snapped open.

Before Amira had even registered that she moved, the redhead was behind her, pinning her arms to her back with her sword at her neck. Amira's eyes widened from shock and Eragon and Arya reached for their weapons but the demigod pressed her sword harder against Amira's skin and they froze.

"How do you know that name?" Makayla demanded, her voice hard. Amira said nothing, totally shocked by the redhead's speed. Makayla added more pressure onto her blade and Amira gasped and winced as the blade bit at her skin. "How do you know him?!"

"I-I-I met him when I was sent to Camp Half-Blood!" Amira quickly explained with her purple eyes wide. "I was introduced after a short battle against a fellow camper! He joined me and several others in our quest to stop Tartarus from gaining control of your world!"

Makayla released the pressure on her sword but didn't take it from her neck.

"Who's his godly parent?" She quizzed.

"I do not remember his name, though he is your god of fire," Amira recalled. Makayla nodded slowly.

"Besides Leo, who were the others you went on a quest with?"

"Uh… Hazel, Jason, Frank, Piper, Nathan- no, Nico! Nico and Annabeth."

Makayla nodded and took her sword from Amira's neck. The Rider quickly stepped back and Eragon grabbed her arm to pull her against him.

For a moment Makayla said nothing and stared at the ground with an expression of intense focus for a minute before it changed to anger. She turned to throw her sword with a shout and Amira's eyes widened as the sword was sent flying through the air before stabbing into the ground halfway across the field. She turned her gaze back to the demigod, who now knelt with her face in her hands. She may have been crying but Amira couldn't tell.

Moving from Eragon's embrace, the purple-haired Rider slowly and carefully walked over to the demigod to kneel beside her, though she remained out of reach.

"Are you alright?" She asked softly. Makayla muttered something but Amira couldn't hear. "What?"

"I miss him," Makayla repeated though Amira could still barely hear her.

"Leo? How do you know him?" She asked.

"He's my brother," Makayla sighed, dropping her hands. Her eyes were rimmed red but there was no trace of tears.

Amira was shocked. Leo had a sister? They didn't look anything alike yet… at the same time… they did. It wasn't obvious though: Amira could remember how Leo was constantly moving, never staying still, while Makayla hadn't really moved for the last minute or so. Leo had darker skin and hair while Makayla was paler with red hair. But the way they formed their words, the way they moved, and how their expressions changed; it was the same to a T.

"I know it's hard to believe," Makayla sighed voicing Amira's thoughts.

"Slightly," Amira admitted.

"The others almost didn't believe us either when we told them but they trusted Leo so they trusted me."

Then Makayla took a deep breath and stood to walk over to where her sword landed in the ground and pulled it out, sliding it back into the sheath before moving back to the Riders.

"Sorry about that." She apologized awkwardly, gesturing to the faint line on Amira's neck. "I just- I get really protective about Leo..."

"It is alright. I understand your reasons." Amira assured her, rubbing at the mark.

Silence filled the air for several seconds as no one seemed to know what to say.

"We should find a place to sleep. The night is coming upon us." Arya then invited, breaking the silence.

Makayla nodded and, with one more glance at the sky, followed as the three Alagaesians turned and left.

And that concludes the second chapter of our crossover!

Thank you all for reading and I hope you continue.

Please leave a review because I love receiving your guys' criticism, advice, complaints, and/or compliments!

Have a good one and I'll see you soon!