The Godly Dragon (Eragon and Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

What Happened?

Joe&Alex: I do not own Eragon, all rights go to Christopher Paolini. The only thing I own are my OC's.

Deep in the dark abyss called the ocean, there was a magnificent castle. It was a beacon of light in the midst of unrelenting darkness. It had pure white walls made of marble, and a magnificent white barrier seemed to encompass the entirety of the massive building. The castle however, was not what anyone would describe as small. In fact, it was massive, easily big enough to fit Gilead ,Dras Leona, and Uru'Baen combined inside of its walls. It was tall as well, one not being able to see the top from the bottom.

??? POV

"Hey, Lenora, where are you right about now?" I sighed, thinking about how much walking I've had to do in the past week. I mean, who else can claim they've been running around a castle the size of Helgrind, looking for a dragon the size of a mountain. On the bright side, I found a way to change her size, and even race. Appearance wise anyway, otherwise I would've had to find another place for Lenora to stay once we get back to our fellow riders.

"Lenora, where are you!" I shouted for what felt like, and probably was the thousandth time. Now, I know a lot of you readers out there are confused. Well your a rider, right. So why don't you just contact her through the mental link. Well, that's because whenever we have a 'little' disagreement, contacting her through the mental link just makes things worse, so I don't do it. And yes, I have so much power, I can break the fourth wall. *Smirks with pride*

"I'm over here!" An irritated voice shouted across the hallway, in the training yard. I walked in and gulped, paling slightly. "Umm, Lenora...what happened here...exactly...?" What was once a massive stadium like training yard, is now  blown up with scorch marks, and massive deep indents slashed into the ground. "I was releasing my frustrations on this...unfortunate training space." She smirked at me, mostly because this was probably the hundredth time in the past decade this one training room has been destroyed.

"Do you always have to destroy this particular one Lenora." I sighed for what seemed like the 20,190,129 time this century, which it again, probably was. "Why of course, I know this one was your favorite." I groaned in exasperation, my fingers pinching my nose. "Anyway, it's been exactly two millennium since we left the riders, it's time to go back."  She nodded smiling happily, most likely wanting to go back to see her fellow dragons once more.

Lenora was in her human form at the current time. She had beautiful white hair that fell to her knees. She was ironically short, being 5"4' compared to her mountain sized dragon form. She had beautiful crimson eyes that seemed like polished rubies. She had rosy red lips, a perfect nose, the face of an angel, beautiful curves, and perfect sized breasts. She wore a simple white dress, complimenting her hair and ivy colored pale skin.

She turned into an extremely small version of her dragon form, and wrapped around his wrist. She looked like a very realistic bracelet at the point. She had beautifully white scales that seemed to illuminate her surroundings, and a beautiful, yet intimidating crimson eye. Time to go grab Lilith I suppose. I sprinted over to her room, which was two floors away. "Lilith, it's time to leave!" I shouted into her room. I ran into her one of my travels to the other continents. She claimed she was a queen, but a couple of people called Leviathan and Abbadon weren't happy with her rule, and she was thrown out on orders of their ruler.

"Coming!" She ran out of the door, almost tripping. Lilith stood at 5"7', still 8 inches shorter than I who stood at 6"3'. She had long violet hair that fell to her waist, a perfect face, violet eyes, flawless pale skin, and a body that would send lesser men drooling. "To think that a 'queen' would fall so far as to almost trip over her own feet getting out of a door." I smirked in amusement as her went red as a tomato. "Shut up and teleport us already!" She practically yelled at me. I smirked one last time before murmuring, "Sharjalvi" or move in the ancient language. I pictured the proud base of the riders, where  Vrael ruled proudly.