I might want to mention, this is the last chapter :P

===== Part VII: Attack! =====

The evening was busy, preparing and checking weapons, armor, chariots, horses, and more. The elves began to distribute enchanted weapons, so that the soldiers could match the monsters in battle. Then everyone went to bed. In the morning, everyone would be ready to assault Urû'baen.

Sure enough, that morning, before it was even light out, the soldiers, restless before battle, were awake and ready, with armor on and swords at their hips. Eragon found the demigods ready, on the sparring field with armor on, except for Leo. But he could understand, for he was likely to ruin any armor he put on, with his fire powers. "Are you ready?" Eragon asked.

They nodded in affirmation. The four demigods and the dragon rider made their way to the back of the camp, where Saphira, a group of elves, and young girl waited. "Who's the girl?" Percy asked as they approached.

"Her name is Elva. She can detect when others are about to feel pain."

"In other words," Leo surmised, "She's good for detecting traps."

"Yup," Elva said. "I'm his way into the throne room."

Saphira leaned down and asked, 'Ready to go?'

The demigods nodded, and got onto the log with the elves. They braced themselves as Saphira took off, holding the log in her front in her front paws. She flew toward the wall as soon as Eragon finished his invisibility spell. Percy once again had to go through the feeling of not being able to see what he was standing on while high up in the air. Not pleasant!

Even as they flew towards the wall, they saw the mass of men, Urgals, and dwarves, and elves charging at the walls, as well as a ghost Saphira who would hopefully trick Thorn and Murtagh into staying away into the throne room. Percy had a feeling, however, that it wouldn't work, at least on Kronos, if he were out there. Time probably wouldn't slow down an apparition like that. But he had no time to think on that, for as the group flew over the wall, they could see themselves. Which is usually a bad thing if you want to be invisible. Percy was confused as to why Eragon had ended the spell, until he Eragon said, 'I didn't end the spell. The wards around the city forced us to become visible.'

They quickly dove beneath the wall, in hopes that most of the army wouldn't be looking for them there, and would hopefully miss them. After flying low through the city, while looking for Kronos, they all landed outside a sally port leading into the palace. Once the guard inside was killed, and the sally port opened, they made their way into the palace.

=== Past the Traps, Cause I'm Lazy ===

Saphira bathed one hellhound in flames, and pounced on the other with a ferocity matched by none. The monsters didn't have a chance, with four demigods, a dragon, and a Dragon rider against them. Saphira had already gone toe-to-toe with a hydra and easily won!

As they opened the great double doors to the throne room, they could see, in the middle of the room, in front of a big, black, curtain, a 10-foot Kronos. That answered the question as to where he was. Next to him, sitting on a throne, was who Percy could only assume was Galbatorix.

"So, these are the demigods who have apparently the means to defeat me using their magic blades. I apologize, but your enemy over here has told me how to block it, so my wards have been added to protect me from your swords." "Eh, what of it? We'll just hack away till we get through." Leo said. "Where's your big bad dragon? Busy hiding?"

"Oh no, he's lying here in plain sight! Right behind me in fact!"

With that the curtain behind Galbatorix lifted. Except it wasn't a curtain. "Here is my 'big bad dragon,' as you so call him," Galbatorix said. "Schist…" Percy muttered. "You jinxed it again, Leo!"

At that point, Arya—with Niernen—Made a sudden dash at Galbatorix. After a moment of hesitation, so did everyone else. But even as they drew closer, they could feel themselves slowing. Or rather, the time around them was slowing. "Wha—" Eragon started, but then he was forced to stop completely, unable to do anything but breathe and move his eyes. Arya wasn't even affected, and lunged at Kronos, for she assumed it was he slowing them all. Kronos casually backhanded her, and she lost her grip on Niernen.

By pure chance, it rolled straight towards Percy. It touched his foot, and he was suddenly able to move again. Quickly, he snatched up the weapon, and made his own attack on the Titan. This time, Kronos swung with his sword, which Percy noticed was still Backbiter. Percy parried with Niernen and struck with Riptide. As he expected, the sword simply bounced off, proving that Kronos did indeed have the Curse of Achilles. Percy disengaged, leaping out of sword range, but was forced to defend himself as Kronos charged him. Percy struck, which Kronos casually parried, but then Percy caught Kronos off guard with a follow-up with Niernen. To the surprise of everyone present, the spear went straight through Kronos, despite the fact that he had technical invincibility. Kronos just stared at the spear going through his chest, too surprised to go for Percy. Then he exploded into monster dust. Up on Olympus, the gods— who were watching on Hephaestus TV— stared in amazement. Grumbling, Ares tossed Poseidon a bag of drachmas.

"Well… that was easier than expected," Percy stated.

Suddenly, everyone was able to move again. They all turned back to Galbatorix. "Uh—"

"Saphira! Duck!" yelled Elva from the middle of the group.

Saphira flattened herself on the ground, and a red dragon—who had been leaping at the back of Saphira's neck— flew over her and turned around. Murtagh and Thorn had finally arrived. Meanwhile, Percy hurled Niernen at Galbatorix, but the king merely knocked it away with a flick of his sword. "Enough!" He roared, and cast a spell, one that managed to make everyone in the room freeze in place, but not of their choice.

Galbatorix altered the spell, and Thorn and Murtagh moved to his side. "You have caused me enough trouble as it is." It was at this point that the Eldunarí made their attack. Hundreds of minds attacked the thousands that surrounded Galbatorix's. But despite the element of surprise, the eldunarí were sorely outmatched. The king's mad eldunarí drove the sane ones onto the defense. Even as Percy defended himself from the Eldunarí, he was aware of Eragon being attacked by Galbatorix. But suddenly, something changed. Eragon was the one standing up, and Percy was suddenly able to move again, so he charged towards Shruikan, and shouted, "Eragon! Catch!" He tossed Niernen to Eragon, and Eragon caught the spear, before deflecting an attack from the king. Percy continued charging towards Shruikan, even as the Saphira did. Jason and Frank engaged Murtagh and Thorn. Percy leapt at the much larger dragon, creating a tornado in the process. Said dragon tried to cover him in a torrent of flames, but Percy's tornado deflected the flames around him, as he leapt onto Shruikan, stabbing his sword down. Percy let the tornado dissipate, and stabbed and slashed as he made his way onto Shruikan's head.

Jason and Frank took on Murtagh and Thorn, Frank as a dragon, and Jason with his sword drawn. Jason raised his sword, and a bolt of lightning punched through the roof of the palace, deflected off his sword, and shot straight at Murtagh. It hit Murtagh's wards, and took quite a bit of his energy, but he remained standing and at the ready. Jason retained a bit of lightning to cover his sword. The two pairs clashed, Jason going sword-on-sword with Murtagh, and Frank clawing at Thorn. The two dragons took to the air and attempted to defeat the other, Frank, with his greater agility, and Thorn with strength and experience. Jason and Murtagh fought, Jason's sword darting in and out while blocking or deflecting Murtagh's attacks, a slight mixture of Greek and Roman fighting styles. Murtagh, also with training and with the Eldunarí on his side, was also able to attack and defend easily. All in all, they were pretty evenly matched.

As Eragon fought Galbatorix, Leo shot fire at Galbatorix's face, blinding him and giving Eragon a chance to strike. And he did, but Brisingr bounced off of Galbatorix's wards. Leo threw a monkey wrench at Galbatorix, and Galbatorix caught it out of instinct. However, Eragon struck again with Niernen, and this time the blade penetrated his wards. The blade went straight through him even as it had Kronos some minutes earlier. However, instead of exploding into monster dust, he muttered two words with his final breath. "Waíse néiat!" Everyone in the room–save Galbatorix and Shruikan–slid over to one side of the room, as Eragon cast a protection spell. Then everything went white.

======== End of Part VII ========

Afterword:

Ok, so I'm going to need a new convenience meter. The one that broke in the last chapter? That I fixed? It broke again. In a ball of fire. Yeah.

And I figured it would just be funny to have Kronos killed so easily. The problem was finding out how to get him and Niernen together. The demigods could take it into battle, but then that left the problem of Galbatorix, because Murtagh wasn't reformed by Nasuada, and wouldn't strip him of his wards. So I just put them together.

Plus, we had a few battle scenes! Yay!

Also, Shruikan didn't have wards in the books, so he doesn't here.

—Dragoncraftertex

PS: I decided the next chapter was way too short on its own, so i tacked the next one on

===== Part VIII: Aftermath =====

"So this is what a nuke looks like," muttered Jason, squinting in the after effects of the bright light.

The citadel still stood, but Jason didn't have to be Annabe– er, an architectural genius to figure out that the roof wouldn't last much longer. As for Murtagh, he no longer fought them. He and Thorn came over, Murtagh with his sword sheathed. Eragon held his sword in a fighting stance, but Murtagh held his hands up. "I won't fight you anymore. I don't need to. My exact pledge wording was that I would serve Galbatorix until he died. He said close enough, as he never expected it to happen," Murtagh stated.

"Will you at least me search your memory so I know you are telling the truth?" asked Eragon.

Murtagh shrugged. "I wouldn't expect less."

Upon finding he told the truth, the group made their way out of the building, along with countless others who had also survived. They all headed out into the main plaza, where, after exchanging a few words, Murtagh flew off on Thorn. Meanwhile, something fell from the sky and hit Percy on the head, knocking him to the ground. "Ow," he said, picking up the object.

It was a burlap sack, with ambrosia and nectar! He took an ambrosia square and went over to Frank, who had suffered several wounds during his battle with Thorn. Frank took the godly food thankfully and ate the square. He passed the rest around, and everyone had a bit to heal wounds they received throughout the battle. Well, he shared among the demigods, anyway. But once the gods decided it was time for them to go, and a portal opened up near the demigods. "Well, this is it," Eragon said, noticing the portal.

"Yep," Leo replied.

Despite the bustle progressing around them, the silence between the two groups was deafening. "Maybe the gods will let us see each other again sometime?" Percy said.

'Perhaps,' Saphira said.

There was no more to be said. With one final goodbye, Percy, Jason, Leo, and Frank stepped into the portal leaving Alagaesia. When they were on the other side, they saw the strawberry fields of Camp-Halfblood.

=========== The End of Eragon: Sons of Gods ===========

(And Part VIII)

Afterword:

Sorry it's late, I had an FRC competition to attend.

Anyway, I want to thank you all so much those of you who continued to follow the story the whole way through :D

Yes, that burlap sack was meant to land on Percy's head. Maybe Ares threw it or something.

And yes, there will be a sequel. You don't need to have read this one to understand it though. As as a fair bit of warning, it's not a Eragon/Percy J. Crossover again. Not quite sure what it will be, so keep an eye out.

And finally, yes, this chapter was extremely short.

As a side note, yay, this story was ~12.8k words and 33 pages!

… I got nothing on Riordan

—Dragoncraftertex