The Riders Of Olympus; a Percy Jackson and Eragon Fanfic

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"I just want to explain one thing before I start the story. All of the Olympian stuff in this story happened in Alagaesia. They rebuilt the empire and constructed the Empire State Building in Uru'baen. Oh yes and to clarify the race issue, Percy and Annabeth are elves, Frank and Hazel are dwarfs, and the rest are humans. I didn't make any of them Urgals, because that seemed to unnatural. Sorry about that... And I took all the eggs to the camp before anywhere else, because that is required for this story. Sorry about all the changing things up..."

Saphira plunged through the clouds, up and down. Eragon sat on her back, watching the land fly by beneath them. They were traveling along the grass that had came from the Hadarac Deserts scoring land, and somewhere far below and towards their right, the elves were sailing on the Edda River, which had expanded into a much larger water way. Up ahead, Eragon could see the water dropping off into a huge waterfall. They both hoped to find a valley beneath the falls- a valley they could call their own home. A valley that all the future riders could call their home.

The group eagerly approached the falls that ricocheted into their new home. They would have to leave the boat behind, although Blodhgarm insisted on mooring it to the grass near the falls, in case the elves headed back to Alagaesia with more eggs, which all of them thought would take a while.
Everyone had to go down the huge slopes with a few packs of stuff, so the progress was slow. Saphira was to anxious to wait until they all made it down the slopes. She carried two elves at a time until everyone was in the valley. It was beautiful. The waterfall snaked its way around the sides of the places, separating the barren land from the mountains that had expanded until they reached the edge of the valley, which sprouted upwards again. The river continued under the ground to some place where it must have opened into the ocean. On the other side of the river, a huge forest swelled. It was smaller than DuWeldenvarden, but big enough to be home to all sorts of wild game.
This was home.