Eleanor Clegane stood in shock.

Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper of Dorne, was dead. Next to him laid Ser Gregor Clegane the Mountain that rides. Never in a million years could she have predicted this outcome. Coming slowly, she could see a few men with stretchers alongside side Grand Maester Pycelle, coming to collect the bodies. There was blood had seen blood many times before this, she had seen horrors too; but what happened today the most frightening and disgusting thing she had ever witnessed. Eleanor closed her eyes for a few moments. Yet, all she could see still was Gregor grabbing Oberyn's skull in his giant hands and crushing it…like an animal. The mere thought of it made her sick to her stomach. Eleanor took a few deep breaths before opening her eyes again; but the bodies were gone. As she looked around, all she could hear were the words of Oberyn during the fight.

"I am the brother of Elia Martell. Do you know why I have come all the way to this stinking shit pile of a city?" asked the Prince "For you."

"I am going to hear your confess before you die. You raped my sister. You murdered her. You killed her children. Say it now and we can make this quick."

During the entire fight he had kept on challenging Gregor. But, Gregor didn't answer; he never answered. And then it was over. Oberyn never stood up again and neither did Gregor.

"No, no no you can't die yet. You haven't confessed."

She remembered.

"Say it, say her name: Elia Martell. You raped her. You murdered her, you killed her children. Elia Martell."

"Who gave you the order? Who gave you the order?" he screamed, pointing his finger at the Royal Party.

It was only after remembering almost the entire event that Eleanor decided to go back to the Keep and to go find Grand Maester Pycelle. Surely, he was done with the body now.

And thus Eleanor waited…and waited.

It was almost sundown when Eleanor woke up. She must have fallen asleep while waiting for the people to come get her to collect the body. Eleanor knew what had to be done. First, arranging transport back West to Clegane's Keep, her family's stronghold, to bury Gregor next to her parents. She owed him that much. Yet no one had come. And this was strange. Eleanor got up and left her room in the direction of the Laboratory. Once she got there, she saw, two Kingsguard at their post by the door. A few moments later, the door opened and Pycelle walked out it screaming things she couldn't understand very well. Eleanor went after him.

"Grand Maester!" she yelled. "Grand Maester!"

"Is my brother's body cleaned?" she asked, almost out of breath.

"I, no longer care for your brother." said the Grand Maester.

"Why not?" asked Eleanor

"Because there is nothing I can do for him. But the Queen believes Lord Qyburn can."

Only thinking about false maester made Eleanor nauseous.

"How it is possible?" she asked

"Best not to try and understand, Child" answered Pycelle.

"No! Grand Maester, I saw the blood exiting Gregor's mouth. He was bleeding internally, there is no way he could have survived."

"Queen Cersei has given Lord Qyburn permission to save him."

"Save him? Save him how?"

"I do not know." Said Pycelle "I do not know, nor do I want to know."

And then he left, leaving Eleanor in the middle of the hallway. She looked back towards the Kingsguard and decided to head back to her chamber.

After regaining her thoughts, Eleanor decided she would go and demand to see her brother. She would go to Tywin Lannister if she had to. It was late, and probably a hopeless venture but she went anyways. Once she arrived at the laboratory, the Kingsguard were gone. Strangely enough, the door was also unlocked.

The Laboratory was, in fact, a section of the red Keep. It contained several rooms and alcoves. Eleanor was only use to work within a certain part, the eastern part to be exact. The western part, on the other hand, had always been off limits to her. Yet now, with the cover of darkness, she was drawn to that section. She could see a faint light, under the door, coming from afar. As she got near, a horrible putrid smell reached her and then she heard a scream. But she had to know. And so Eleanor entered, slowly turning the , were several working tables and one large one in the middle of the room. It was covered with a sheet and clearly there was a body under it. Eleanor walked towards it, grabbed the sheet and uncovered a face. Eleanor let out a small scream. She knew the face. It was the face of Ser Gregor Clegane…or, at least, what was left of it. It was now purple. She pulled the sheet further down and saw the wounds. It was clearly wounds infected with poison. It had spread on Gregor's chest. The smell was getting fouler and Eleanor was getting angrier.

Why was her brother treated like this? Had he not serviced the Lannister family all his life? Why was he not granted a proper burial like everybody else?

It was only then that Eleanor saw the tube. A sort of tube, made of some sort of animal skin was inserted into Gregor's chest and was connected on the other side to a vial containing some dark liquid that looked like blood…but it didn't look normal.

By then, Eleanor understood why the Grand Maester had been shut out of the project and that Lord Qyburn had use very unorthodox methods. She gave one last look to her brother's face and what happened next, Eleanor could never have believed. Gregor let out a breath and opened his eyes. The sight frightened Eleanor so much; she backed up quickly, bumped into something…

And then all was black.

Wow, I finally thing I have my inspiration back…yet I have no idea if anyone is still following this story…

Hoped you enjoyed, I am planning on updating soon.

Cath