Dragons and Thrones: An Unusual Union
The prologue of my first GOT crossover story, crossing it with one of my favourite game series ever, Dragon Age. It's going to be quite a complex project but I'm willing to give it my all and see how I get on. Anyway, this is just a teaser so to speak, as I will be busy with a couple of other stories, this story is not likely to be started until next year. The 9th of January at the earliest; still hope you enjoy it :)
Disclaimers: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin. Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.
The Elder One
The Elder One smirked as he stood in the large chamber. Everything was all set for his plan; he had everything he needed. His ascent to Godhood would begin soon.
'What better place for it.' He thought with a dark smile. 'A temple dedicated to the false Prophet of the false Maker. The so called Temple of Sacred Ashes. Soon I will enter the Black City, reach the throne of the so called Maker and it shall be mine.'
He turned with a purpose; ready to begin; he smirked at his captive, being held in magical bonds by his brainwashed slaves. The woman he had taken captive was possibly the most important person in Thedas; the Divine of the Chantry, the head of that 'religion'. A woman of age with white hair and wrinkled skin, her eyes were brown and wide with panic.
She was clad in the robes of her office, red and white with the notable red and white mitre, all lined with gold and religious symbols. She struggled futilely against her bonds; the Elder One reached into his robes and from the pouch he wore inside, he drew out his newest weapon, gifted to him by his followers.
It was a powerful magical orb, pulsing with energy, the very energy he sought to release. Releasing it would gift him with the power, while at the same time sundering the Veil and opening the path to the Fade, the realm of spirits and demons and the location of the Black City. He had attempted to breach it once before, with six of his brethren, only to fail and be changed forever, now he had yet another chance, he'd be a fool not to grab it.
Preparing himself; he got ready to begin the ritual that would activate the orb. He looked up at his captive and slaves.
"Now is the hour of our victory." He remarked darkly. "Bring forth the sacrifice."
The enslaved ones stepped forwards and some reinforced the bonds, while forcing the Divine forwards, floating up in the air, level with the Elder One; in spite of his tremendous height.
"Someone, help me!" Divine Justinia V cried out; before glaring at her captors. "Why are you doing this…you of all people!?"
The Elder One narrowed his eyes and held out the orb, which began to glow red, the energy coursing through it. The same red energy that was binding the Divine, the same energy began to flail out of her body as she screamed in pain.
The Elder One shook his head. "Keep the sacrifice still."
The bindings intensified and the Elder One channelled the power through the orb, which began to spark and course with more and more power.
'We are nearly there, the dawn of my ascent is nigh.' He thought to himself. 'Now for the final step.'
Using his magic he thrust his left hand, the one not holding the orb, towards the Divine. Justinia howled in pain as her body began to glow, her eyes and mouth emitted red light and the Elder One grinned; he was on the brink of Godhood, he could almost taste it. But that was when something happened, that he did not expect.
Everything was going so well; when suddenly a torrent of images assaulted his mind. Images of another world, another place. It confused him, the only thing that was coherent in his thoughts, were two names, Westeros and Essos. They were somehow connected to the images he saw. Things seemed to be blending together, until suddenly, the orb slipped from his grasp.
"NO!"
There was a blinding flash of light, the Divine's body dissolved and the tremors rocked the entire room, the slaves were also destroyed, their bodies badly burned. The Elder One felt the cosmic melding and realized that the ritual had gone wrong, and somehow this new world and Thedas were joining as one.
Before he could consider what this meant, the explosion struck him too and consumed him with light, before wiping away his consciousness. His last thought was that this just changed the course of history for both worlds, forever.
End of prologue, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.