Disclaimer :

'Percy Jackson and the Olympians' and 'Heroes of Olympus' belong to Rick Riordan .

Inheritance Cycle belongs to Christopher Paolini.

Prologue

3rd Person POV

(Sometime after the Battle of Farthen Dûr)

A hooded figure walked in a dark, desolate cavern. The darkness was broken by a ball of light that the man conjured by magic. He had been looking for this knowledge within the cave for decades. The ones who had hidden it did not put any enchantments or guards there. He had thought there would be some hidden defence mechanism there but after days of examining the cave he found none. Clever of them, such measures would have attracted attention. Who would think that something so valuable would be left unguarded. He would soon reach the level of gods. The Varden were under the illusion that they could oppose him openly, how foolish. With the knowledge in his possession, he would crush the Varden and its allies.

He reached the end of the cave. The wall at the end had a stone tablet on it. On the tablet was the greatest and most sought secret in Alagaesia. He tried to remove the tablet from the wall but it didn't budge. He tried again but it was in vain. He decided to use magic. Forming the spell in his mind, he cast it. The spell started to drain his strength at an alarming rate, he started drawing strength from 'his' dragon but he too was drained alarmingly. He then started drawing power from the numerous Eldunari he had. Still he couldn't get the tablet of the wall. After a good amount of time he was still unsuccessful. So, he decided to destroy it so that nobody else would learn the contents of the tablet. He cast the destruction spell, he already had strong wards to protect him from any damage from the blast. Something changed, next few moments were full of confusion for him. His and all of the Eldunari's power was drained extremely, any more drainage would have killed him. There was a brilliant flash of light which forced him to close his eyes and KABOOM! The blast knocked him a good distance away as he blacked out.

All across Alagaesia every living creature felt something in the air, like an omen of the things to come. The elves, riders, werecats and dragons, the most magical of all creatures in Alagaesia felt an uneasiness and a sense of impending doom.

Something was very wrong. Something that should not have happened had happened but only three people truly knew what it was.

In a place very far away but at the same time very close, a sleeping woman smiled. It wasn't a warm smile but instead it was a cruel smile which promised pain and suffering.

The ones who put the tablet there however did not notice it as they were 'busy' with other matters.

Author Note:

(i) Where should I begin the story for demigods: after the Titan War or after the Giant War?

(ii) Suggestions and constructive criticism is welcome.

(iii) This is my first story. Please bear with me.