Dragons and Thrones: Final War – Doom Upon All The World
Chapter 34 of my crossover story, the final battle is about to begin, enjoy.
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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin, Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.
Arya
Biting her lip as she held on to Bran, Gendry behind her, arms around her waist, Arya fought to control her nervousness as she peered through the rushing wind, trying to see where they were going.
'This is it, the final battle approaches, Corypheus is readying for one final desperate act, we have to stop him.' She reflected, beginning to notice they were slowly coming in as if to land.
Finally she saw their destination, it appeared to be a broken piece of land, still relatively large, but clearly part of a larger and, she suspected, normally landlocked location. It looked be a mountain and upon it, ruins, from within the ruins a red glow could be seen.
Arya tensed. 'That's got to be it, that's where he is.'
She readied herself; trying hard to contain her nervousness, mainly due to the fact that she knew, for all her fighting and training, she was facing something she was not prepared for, that nothing could have prepared her for. But she had to face it, after all that happened, she had to do this.
As if sensing her apprehension, Gendry tightened his grip on her. Glancing over her shoulder she nodded, relieved he was there. It kept her focused as they finally landed. Dismounting from the Guardian, Gendry carrying Bran now, they all looked around.
Arya turned to Solas, hoping he would be able to shed some light on their situation.
"Where are we?"
Solas looked around, his expression unreadable. "When the worlds were forcibly joined together, the focal point of that joining ruptured, we stand on it now...what remains of the Temple of Sacred Ashes..."
Before he could finish they heard footsteps and quickly, the Guardian growled lightly. Arya was startled to see the figure approaching was a Dwarf, a Thedosian Dwarf around forty with blonde hair and brown eyes. He had a strange device like some sort crossbow strapped to his back.
"Whoa there; wasn't expecting quite a welcome." He remarked casually.
Arya narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?"
She was suspicious, they all were, however Solas then stepped forwards.
"I am surprised to see you here, Varric." He said with a smirk.
Varric laughed. "Ah, Chuckles; what a surprise...I assume we're all here for the same reason?"
Solas nodded slowly. "If you are here to stop Corypheus then yes."
"How do we know we can trust him?" Gendry asked.
Arya nodded. "Yes, you know this...Varric, Solas?"
Solas smiled. "Varric and I are...acquaintances; I assure you; he is here to aid us; he will be a valuable asset in the upcoming battle."
"Pleasure to you all, Varric Tethras, at your service."
Arya glanced over at Gendry and Bran, Gendry seemed just as anxious as she did, but Bran smiled and nodded.
"It's alright Arya."
She sighed. "Alright, if you say so Bran. We can't waste time, Varric. We need to get up there and stop Corypheus, before he finishes doing whatever he's trying to do up there."
Varric nodded.
As they all readied themselves, Gendry carried Bran over to a nearby small cave, at Bran's request and helped him take refuge within. The moment they stepped back, weapon at the ready, Bran's eyes went blank as he warged fully into the Guardian. Knowing they had to just press onwards, they turned and, Solas leading the way, they began to make their way up the path, towards the ruins atop the mountain. They reached a rocky clearing, about halfway up and stopped.
"You..." Arya hissed.
Standing waiting for them, a dark smile on his twisted face, was Corypheus.
"So, you have finally arrived. I knew you would come Elf." He addressed Solas, before observing the others. "You bring such a rag-tag group of misfits with you...how pathetic."
Arya snarled. "You think, after everything you've done, but failed at, you can stop us."
"Ah, the Stark girl...at least someone else here is worthy, to bad you taint yourself with such a worthless...husband, now..." Corypheus drawled.
It was then, suddenly, they heard the growl and realized the trap. Sure enough, looking over her shoulder, Arya spotted the Red Lyrium dragon behind them, approaching and growling.
"You will live, just long enough, to see my triumph as I open the veil and enter the Fade, right into the heart of the Black City and ascend to the throne of the Gods." Corypheus remarked.
"You've lost Corypheus." Arya cried out.
Gendry joined in. "Your armies are all vanquished, yet still you carry on, you are clearly crazy and..."
Corypheus scoffed. "You know nothing mortal; a pathetic bastard who thinks he can mix with his betters..."
Gendry glared at that, but otherwise did not react. Arya could only barely keep herself restrained from reacting to the insult herself, but was mindful of the dragon behind them.
Corypheus however merely smirked and pulled out the orb once again.
"But I have no more time to waste." He replied. "Enjoy the last moments of your life."
They heard the roar and felt the dragon move behind them. But then suddenly a second roar and the heavy sound of a collision and they knew what happened, the Guardian had attacked the Red Lyrium Dragon.
"What?" Corypheus gasped. "But it was dead..."
Gendry smirked. "Surprise!"
It was Varric who made the first move, quickly firing at Corypheus who blocked the attack with a quick spell. That was quickly countered by Solas launching his own spell; Arya and Gendry then charged in, weapons at the ready. Corypheus snarled as he used his magic to protect himself.
"You will regret this..."
"Heard it all before!" Arya snapped as she tried to stab him with Needle, only to be deflected.
Corypheus merely let out a frustrated growl before suddenly teleporting away, leaving them to be surrounded by Shades.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.