I'm back with Chapter 2 of The New Rider. Sorry it took soo long, I'm just updating this whenever I feel like it or when I need to get rid of writer's block.

So, I know that Eragon becomes an elf, so he's an elf, and he's part of Hrothgar's clan, so that's in here. This is right after TLO, so HoO hasn't happened. Oh, and this is right after the battle of Farthen Dûr [Did I spell that right?] with Durza. He knows that he's Brom's son and he has the ring, and Brisingr [Is that right?] Murtagh is a good guy.

Percy's POV

That Mr. Eragon Pointy-Ears guy led me into a mountain range, and towards a waterfall. We passed through it, and I allowed myself to get wet, not wanting anyone to be suspicious.

"We just captured a caravan that Galbatorix was using to transport some of his dragon eggs, so you might be just what we need. It would be nice to have another dragon rider around."

"How many eggs did you capture?"

"A total of four. We have one green, one red, one black, and one white one. The red one has already hatched for my half-brother."

Okay, so he wants me to see if a dragon will hatch for me. Wonderful.

"Is that where were going now? To the eggs?"

"Nay, I'm taking you to Nasuada now. She's the leader of the Varden."

I nodded and walked behind him. He stopped in front of a set of large wooden doors.

They opened by themselves, and we walked forward to meet a young, but strikingly beautiful African…Alagaesian? Nevermind, she was beautiful.

She turned to us and her eyes fell on me. Her black eyes seemed to search my soul.

"I see my vassal has brought someone else with him?"

"Yes, milady. This is Mr. Percy Jackson. I found him in the eastern fields."

"Interesting," she turned to me. "How do I know I can trust you?"

"You can't. But I promise on my life and my blade that you can trust me."

"I do not see a blade. Is this a joke?"

"No, wait." I reached into my pocket and pulled out Riptide.

"What is that?" Eragon asked.

"What? You've never seen a pen before?"

"What's a … pen?"

"It's like a pencil, but it uses ink," I explained.

"A … pansel?"

"No, Pen-sill," I pronounced.

"A pencil? What is that?"

"Never mind, just watch." I uncapped it to reveal my favorite sword, a blade that had saved my life many times.

"This is Riptide. My father gave it to me."

"And who is your father? Does her know of the Varden?"

"I'm not sure. But who my father is doesn't matter."

"Well, if you refuse to tell us, I can have the Twins extract it from your brain."

"Okay, I'll tell you, my father is Poseidon."

"Who's Poseidon?

"You know? God of the seas, storms, horses, earthquakes?" They shook their heads no. "Really, you got nothing?" They nodded. "Oh well," I noticed a glass of water on the woman's desk. "This should show you what he can do." I used my powers to move the water out of the glass and made a trident in mid air. Then a horse trotting and finally I put it back in the glass.

The woman just stared at the glass like it was contaminated.

"So you are a son of Poseidon?"

"Yes, I'm a demigod. Half mortal, half god."

"Can you fight?"

"Yes, I'm one of the best fighters my family knows."

A new voice arrived. "Let's put him up against an elf, that'll show him how good he really is."

I turned around to see a tall raven-haired woman with pointy ears and slanted green eyes. She had a bow slung over her back, and a short sword sheathed at her hip.

"Okay, I accept that challenge." She led me to an arena.

"Who am I fighting?" I asked.

"You will be fighting me, Arya of Ellesmera."

I nodded and prepared myself for the fight, getting into a defensive stance.

She lifted a sword. We circled each other for a bit, until my ADHD took over and I lunged at her.

She sidestepped my first swing, but when I dropped to the dirt, swung my leg in a wide arch, she panicked slightly and jumped over it, giving me a chance to hit her in the back with the flat of my blade.

She glared at me, but spun around and attacked me.

I blocked her blows with difficulty, for I had not expected her to be as strong as she is.

I pushed her back, rolled under her swing and put the tip of my blade at her throat.

She stiffened.

"Looks like I win," I said, breathing heavily. I capped Riptide.

"A great fight, indeed. I deem your worthy to fight for the Varden on the behalf of the Queen."

I thanked her, and she left.

Eragon turned to me. "Never have I seen someone beat Arya in one try," he smiled. "Aye, you must truly be a good swordsman, and maybe a great Rider."

"Are we to go to the eggs now?"

"Yes. We'll go right now."

"Okay." I followed the elf to a well-guarded area with several guards patrolling the area.

Eragon whispered something under his breath and the door opened. Inside were three what looked like beautifully polished stones, but I knew that they held small dragons inside.

One was an emerald green, one was midnight black and another was spotless white.

"Rest your hand above each one for at least twenty seconds, then move on the next one."

I did as he said, and there was no activity from any of them.

I did another swipe, and at the last second, another consciousness from the green egg brushed against mine.

The shell started cracking and it fell off the pedestal it sat upon. It shattered upon impact and in its place, was a small little green dragon. It had small legs, and large wings that seemed to weigh it down. It squabbled up to me, then tilted its head to the side, with its large green eyes full of curiosity.

I reached out cautiously, and it butted its head against mine.

I felt like Thalia was giving me a hardcore shock, but much worse. I felt energy pour into me, so much that my body couldn't withstand it and I fell towards the floor.

I was out before I hit the ground.