Hey guys! I have been receiving some complaints about what happened in the last chapter and I understand them completely. However, this is game of thrones, it is meant to be brutal. And I never do anything in this story without a really good reason. I will say that Lucy being blinded will be incredibly key for a future arc in this story. I can't reveal more even though I want to, but I'm not going to be a spoiler for you guys. I appreciate you guys making your concerns known though as it always helps me create a better story! Anyways, I have a new chapter ready, so here we go!

A Clash of Fairies

Chapter 17: Wendy

Wendy sat at her dock breathing in the fresh air. But there was a difference this time. She sat alone. No one was there to talk to, no was there to comfort her, no one was there to laugh with her. She was alone. Such was the life of someone trying to survive the Game of Thrones in King's Landing. She had tried to find Sandor and apologize as much as she could. But from the looks of things, the Hound wasn't interested since he went back to guarding Joffrey full time. Wendy for the first time in her life felt truly lonely. Not even when Cait Shelter disappeared did she feel like this. Then she had Fairy Tail to be with her, to fill the void in her heart. Now that void was back, and it was growing. Wendy took in some of the wind that blew past her and munched on it. Salty this time, winds were coming from the sea. A rustle in the bushes near the banks of the bay caught her attention.

"Don't hide from me." she said blandly, "Come out."

A person walked out from the bushes. It looked to be an adult male, but what was strange was that he was wearing a blue cat mask over his face and a hood and cloak as well. Wendy looked to the strange man.

"What is it?" she asked as if she was expecting someone to find her here.

"No doubt you noticed the shift in the wind my lady."

Wendy nodded.

"Stannis Baratheon has taken advantage of this. Word has spread that his fleet sails this way to King's Landing from Dragonstone." the man continued. Wendy nodded.

"How many know in the court."

Silence, "You are the first."

Wendy smiled, this could mean leverage. And leverage was something she always needed. "How soon will this fleet arrive at our shores?"

"Two days time. The sail from Dragonstone doesn't take very long. Even for an armada of the size of Lord Stannis's."

Wendy nodded again. "I better visit the blacksmith then." she stood from where she was sitting. "If Stannis's armies are going to be here in two days, then I need to make sure the smith's project is almost complete." Wendy began to walk away from her spot, "You are dismissed." The man bowed low and disappeared into the brush.

The armies of the Baratheons will be here in two days. And we have barely any defenses. Good, maybe they will get Joffrey and Cersei out of the way for me. Wendy thought as she made her way now through King's Landing and along the trading road to the blacksmith's shop. Then again, I'm a Lannister too. That makes me a target. But the people are on my side, the side of Wendy Marvel. Not Wendy Lannister. That is an advantage in and of itself. She entered the dingy shop and shut the door behind her.

The smith was a gruff looking man with a jet black beard that hung low past his chin and a balding head. Behind him was a young man who was hammering away at a sword that needed to be repaired. The smith raised his head and his eyes widened.

"Lady Wendy! I wasn't expecting you." he exclaimed. He turned to the boy in the back. The boy had very dark hair and and eyes as well as pale skin. Wendy knew exactly who he was. "Boy leave us now! Take a break." The boy was about to protest but then Wendy spoke up.

"Yes Gendry, son of Robert Baratheon," the boy's eyes widened with fear, "Take a break for now." said Wendy. Gendry, with no further protest, quickly left the shop.

"No doubt the boy is heading for the baker's to get himself a cake or something." said the smith trying to make some small talk between him and the small Lady standing before him. Wendy said nothing and the smith realized quickly that she was here for the project.

"Ah yes, the armor!" the smith retreated to the back. A few metal clangs were heard and then he returned. In his hands was a suit of steel armor. Simple steel but unique in design. It had a slim chestplate with a dragon's wings pattern etched into the steel that covered the back. The shoulder pauldrons were also steel and small, fit for Wendy's small frame. The arm guards had dragon's etched into them as well as a lion's mouth where her hands exited the guards. Got to pump up the Lannister's egos somehow. Instead of greaves, the lower half of her body would be protected by a skirt made of thousands of metal plates carefully fused together. It was similar in design to Erza's Heaven's wheel armor, an armor Wendy always admired.

Erza... Wendy's face saddened just slightly, I swear if you are alive, I will do everything in my power to make up for what I did.

"I finished it just yesterday evening. I made it my priority when your order came to me." The smith beamed with pride as Wendy ran her hands along the exquisite suit of armor. "Is it to your liking Lady Wendy?"

Wendy gave the smith something that was now rare for her. A genuine smile. He toothy grin made the smith swell with pride. "This is perfect!" she exclaimed. "You are no doubt the best smith in the city, possibly the realm."

The smith rubbed the back of his head. He was a little bashful from that statement, "I'm sure the north or the Tyrells have some that are better than I." Wendy just shook her head.

"None have the imagination to create such a work of art as this." Wendy laid it back down on the countertop. The armor was steel, but it was very light. Perfect for her and her magic. Protection but it allowed for speed. That is what she needed. "Someone will be by to pick this up. I'd rather not be seen with it. It would be considered… unladylike. I'm sure you understand?"

The smith nodded, "Absolutely. I'll cover it as well when your servant comes to grab it." the smith moved the armor away and covered it with a heap of leather. Then he heard the loud clink of gold hitting the countertop. He looked and saw the largest sack of gold he had ever seen sitting in his shop. But, Lady Wendy was no longer there. She disappeared back into the city. Just as she left, Gendry returned and saw the coins.

"By the seven, how much did she pay!?" he cried out as he stared at the hundreds of coins.

"Enough to buy us a way out of this hellhole boy. Now pack your things. We're leaving as soon as her armor leaves here."

….

Wendy now sat in the courtroom yet again. It was so much more interesting when she was the one assisting with complaints not just listening to them as she sat beside Tyrion Lannister. But Tyrion still looked to her for advice. Not Littlefinger, not Varys, not even Cersei. But to her. She was the one in touch with the common folk. And Tyrion valued that tremendously. Finally, the last of the common folk left the palace and Tyrion turned to Wendy.

"The small council is no doubt waiting on us dear." said Tyrion as he hopped down from his chair and waddled to the council chambers. Wendy followed him. The two had actually become steadfast friends since their little argument days ago. Wendy held Tyrion in the highest regard. Not just because his wit and intellect were near second to none. But he was a good leader and a good man. Even with his lustful faults. (There were a few times Wendy awoke to hear some whore snickering in the Tower of the Hand.) Tyrion trusted Wendy. At least she hoped he did. And Wendy in return trusted Tyrion and his judgement. As they entered the chambers all eyes turned to them. Joffrey was sitting impatiently at the head of the table with his mother.

"Sorry for the delay." said Tyrion with a smile, "The commonfolk just kept coming in."

"You should have just sent the rabble away!" replied Cersei, "We have important business to discuss."

"Oh I'm sure discussing how empty the coffers are and how we aren't going to fix it is always important business." replied Tyrion sarcastically as he looked at Littlefinger who just scowled at him.

"I'm doing the best I can, but all the funds we seem to be recieving continue to pour into our military exploits."

And into my pocket which then goes back to the people. Thought Wendy, But you don't need to know that. Wendy had slowly and carefully been infiltrating the finances of King's Landing. She had a bone to pick with the Lannisters for harming Erza and attempting to kill her. And she just loved seeing Littlefinger squirm under the hateful gaze of Cersei. It brought joy to her heart almost every day. Varys now brought forth the usual intelligence. Reports on the war in the North. The Tyrells were still doing nothing after the death of Renly Baratheon. We were still losing every battle to Rob Stark. The little birds in the camp of refugees near the trident still haven't found the identity of it's leader, who was now on the Lannister hit list since they helped Rob Stark recover from injury. All the usual stuff. But Wendy was now ready to deliver some new news. She was ready to beat Varys at his own game. Wendy cleared her throat to signal she wished to speak.

"Yes, Lady Wendy?" asked Varys as he stopped his report.

"Your little birds are not doing a very good job Varys." Wendy smiled as the smirk of Varys's face disappeared. "They are missing something crucial."

"And that would be?" asked Tyrion who was intrigued by Wendy daring to challenge Varys in a game of spies.

"You all didn't notice?" started Wendy. "The winds have changed. They are coming from the sea now. And guess who is on Dragonstone and is taking full advantage of that right now?"

Wendy saw the reactions instantly. Tyrion gulped, Cersei paled, and Joffrey squirmed nervously in his seat. "Stannis is now sailing for the Blackwater. He will be here in two days time."

"WHAT!" was the combined exclamation of the entire small council. Wendy just stared at the them blankly.

"Don't worry too much. I already sent a raven to Lord Tywin informing him of the situation and how light on defense we really are. No doubt he is making haste here as we speak."

"But he is days away!" cried Cersei.

"Then we will have to hold fast." responded Tyrion. He then turned to Wendy. "Well done Wendy. I'm afraid that this small council meeting with have to end now. I've got a city to prepare for a siege." With that everyone stood and left the chambers, some more fearfully than others. As Wendy left she was stopped by Varys.

"Quite the nugget of information you found there." he said in his snakelike smoothness. "How did you find it?"

Wendy just shook her head, "I'm sure your little birds will tell you soon."

"That's just it. All my little birds that I have used for monitoring you, are disappearing." said Varys. "Care to explain?"

Wendy shrugged, "Don't know anything about that, maybe they got eaten by cats." she then strode away to her room and shut the door behind her when she entered. Only to find Littlefinger waiting for her instead of Carla. Wendy build the pressure around her.

"Where is Carla?" she asked calmly at first to the piece of shit that sat on her bed.

"Taking a little trip dear Wendy. I couldn't keep her location secret forever. The guards came and took her back downstairs." he sneered.

Wendy's anger was almost tangible now, "More like you didn't want to keep the secret anymore." she growled low.

Littlefinger chuckled, "Maybe. But I'm sure you have other feline friends to help you figure that one out. Correct? Oh…." he grabbed a suit of armor that was lying on her bed, Wendy hadn't even noticed it was there. "I see you already were preparing yourself. Were you holding out on us?"

Littlefinger's eyes widened as a blast of wind propelled him into the wall behind him. The wall cracked as he was slammed into it with tremendous amounts of force. This reaction was new to him. A pit formed in his stomach as he was suspended in the air by the torrent of wind hitting him. He looked fearfully at the little girl in front of him. No, little monster in front of him. Her hair shimmered slightly from blue to pink and her eyes began to glow with hatred.

"Listen very carefully, Littlefinger." she spat the name out. "If Carla is harmed or killed then I don't care if you are master of coin, I will kill you." Littlefinger's eyes widened. Sweet, innocent Wendy was gone and in it's place was a hardened machine. "And I will do it just as slowly and painfully as you would've done it to Carla, or me…" Littlefinger felt the air around him begin to leave. He couldn't breath. Veins formed on his skull as his lungs and blood her deprived of oxygen. "Or Erza!" Wendy held him there for a few moments longer. Watching with satisfaction as her enemy squirmed and gasped for air. Then she set him down. He was now on his hands and knees gasping and coughing for air.

"Now get out worm!" she growled, "Before I change my mind on sparing you." Littlefinger rose quickly and rushed out. He shut the door quickly behind him and leaned against the wall. The sheen film of sweat blanketed his skin. He had created a monster, and it had turned on it's creator. He had to get out of this city. And soon too. But first, he had a white cat to go fetch and bring back here.

And Wendy grows even more different. But now she is going against Littlefinger. She has obviously had enough of his games. And to hold out information from Cersei and Joffrey like that. It shows that she is wanting revenge for Erza but not in a direct way. She wants the people on her side and they still follow their king after all. The battle of Blackwater bay is fast approaching now. How will it turn out? As always I hope you guys enjoyed! Please rate, review, and have a nice day!