The Godly Dragon (Eragon and Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Why...?

Joe&Alex: I do not own Percy Jackson, or Eragon. Those two stories belong to Rick Riordan and Christopher Paolini respectively. I only own my OC's.

Let the cliche betrayed proposal play out, in order to get him unattached to that world once more.

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I was happy with my life, as it was especially good for a demi-god. The war against Gaea was over, and monster attacks were rare these days. I finished a quest for Athena, in order to marry Annabeth. She had me go to Tartarus again in order to grab water from the five rivers. She specifically told me it had to be from Tartarus, not the underworld. Some non-sense about the power of the water being stronger there.

Then Hephaestus made me go on a quest, as I asked him to make a wedding ring for me. Apparently saving Olympus twice wasn't quite enough to pay for a dam wedding ring. He sent me back to Tartarus to get something called Mithril. Apparently it was some super strong and rare metal.

Now I'm back at camp, looking for Annabeth. The campers were glaring at me for some reason, but that hardly mattered. All I need is Annabeth, and everything would be okay. I walked to the last place I hadn't checked, the beach. When I got there, I saw some Apollo kid eating off some blonde girls face. I snorted, before taking a closer look. I realized in horror, that she had blonde princess curls, just like...Annabeth.

I walked forward, hoping and praying to every higher deity out there it wasn't her. The Fates weren't so nice however. I stepped on a random twig, creating a loud snapping sound. They stopped making out and turned towards me. My worst fears were confirmed, when Annabeths horrified eyes met mine.  I took the ring box out of my pocket, gazing at it sadly. It would be a waste to just throw out two trips to Tartarus. "Here kid, take it. You need more than I do I guess." I tossed him the box. He fumbled with it before finally getting a firm hold of the box. "Treat it well, that's two trips to Tartarus your holding there." Annabeth's horror reached new heights, and she was frozen in place. I took one last sad gaze at her, before doing the only thing that came to mind at the time.

I walked away, looking around camp for the last time. I ignored the scornful gaze of everyone around me. I walked to the Big House, before climbing up to the roof. I took out Riptide, and clutched it in my right hand. A giant crowd formed beneath me, even the hunter's were there. I covered my eyes, as bright light filled my vision. Down below stood the entire Olympian council. They looked up at me alarmed, scared even. "Perseus...what are you doing up there?" My dead, emotionless eyes bored into Zeus's electric blue ones. "What does it look like I'm doing?" I brought Riptide up, facing inwards towards my chest.

Athena suddenly cried out angrily. "Are you gonna leave my daughter alone, huh. This is why I hate you Poseidon spawn!" I felt irritated, my emotionless eyes now looking into Athena's angry and calculating grey's. I looked away, regretting it instantly. They reminded me to much of hers. My emotionless voice rang through the camp. "I Perseus Achilles Jackson and son of Poseidon, swear on the river Styx, that Annabeth Chase daughter of Athena cheated on me with an Apollo camper."

Thunder ran throughout the clearing like a gunshot, easily heard by everyone within several miles. A long silence followed, nobody daring to break it. "Water boy, you better not do this ya hear!" Thalia's sad voice was heard, breaking the silence. I gave no response, silence once more reigning throughout the camp. I fell to my knees, and sighs of relief were heard. I smiled sadly, "Sorry to disappoint you all..."

Artemis POV

Percy fell to his knees, and I gave a sigh of relief. He was the only man in the entirety of the world, that I respected. If he died, there wouldn't be any good males left. I felt happy he was still alive. That was until I heard a faint voice. "Sorry to disappoint you all..." Percy did something horrifying, something he didn't deserve. If anything, that Annabeth girl deserved it... He stabbed himself through the left side of his chest with Riptide, and sliced over to the right. I believed it was called Seppuku, or Harakiri. He took out the sword, which was dripping with red blood. He let a relieved smile settle on his face. Riptide fell from his hands, landing on the ground before us. Percy came after words, falling forward off the roof of the Big House.

I ran forward and caught him, instantly checking for a pulse. To my relief it was still there, just barely. "Apollo, heal him now!" He rushed forward and grabbed him, flashing to his palace.

Time skip

The council sat in their thrones, nervously awaiting the news Apollo would bring. Apollo flashed in, looking extremely tired. "How is Perseus Apollo?" The council tensed, expecting a negative. A bright smile erupted on Apollo's tired face. "He will live." His face fell before returning to a smile. "He won't wake up for a week however." The council sighed in relief, entering a calm silence.

Zeus was first to speak. "What are we going to do with Perseus, in his...current state." He chose his words carefully, eyeing Poseidon warily. Said god was currently glaring at Athena, who looked guilty. "If it wasn't for your no good daughter, this wouldn't have happened!" Poseidon practically screamed at her. "Dad, it was her daughters fault, not her own."

The council gasped in surprise, looking at the limping  Demi-God before them. "Wha-How? You shouldn't have woken up for a week, with the wounds you gave yourself!" Apollo exclaimed. Percy grimaced, and said two words that sent shivers down the gods backs. "The Fates."

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Alex: That was so sad ;-; How could you possibly write this terrible chapter Joe?

Joe: *Sighs* It had to be done, and you couldn't write it.

Alex: But still ;-; it's so sad

Joe: And written horribly. Well, hope you liked this rather depressing chapter, I sure know I didn't.