Dragons and Thrones: A Reborn Terror
Chapter 52 of my crossover story, enjoy.
Reviews
Marina Ka-Fai: Yeah, she is, but yeah, things aren't looking good for them.
Boris Yeltsin: Thanks :)
mr I hate znt nobles kill em: It's possible, magic and powers that disrupt magic could affect even them; yes, Dreadfort, one location, in a vast area like the North, which if you look at Ned and Solas's chapters, the Elves have assimilated with. So what does one area matter, the Elves just stay away from there.
Wolfgirl2013: Yeah, well, he's dead now, but at an unfortunate cost by the looks of it.
Veridissima: Yeah, things are looking bleak for them, anyway, glad you enjoyed it :)
Now onto the story.
Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin. Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.
Bran
Bran suppressed a shudder as Hodor carried him to his room; it was late at night and he was exhausted. The siege was still continuing, the Venatori remained persistent in their demands for the orb, but it was clear they also seemed to be seeking something else, although they did not reveal it. However time was running out for them.
The thought made Bran smile. 'The other Northern Lords know now, they'll be rallying their armies. Solas cleared the path by banishing that demon…Soon the Venatori will be surrounded if they don't retreat.'
They just needed to endure now; it was only a matter of time before help arrived and the tide would hopefully turn. Before long they entered Bran's room and Hodor gently sat him down onto the bed. He blushed slightly but he was used to this next step by now.
Holding himself up with the pulley above his bed, he allowed Hodor to help him remove his breeches and smallclothes; once finished he lowered himself down.
"Thank you Hodor, I can manage the rest." He said quickly.
Hodor nodded and left, whistling to himself. Bran got to work removing the rest of his clothes and then pulled on his nightshirt, using the pulley to lift himself to allow it to fall to its full length. With a soft sigh he manuvered himself into bed; he looked nervously at the drawer which held the orb.
'I just hope we survive this…What is so important about this orb.' He wondered.
Shaking his head he settled in to bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.
He was therefore unaware of the danger he was in; that thing were about to take a drastic turn for the worse. He had been sleeping, peacefully for once, when suddenly a hand clamped like a vice over his mouth.
"Whht thm?!" He cried out in shock, his eyes snapping open.
He quickly took stock of the situation, there were at least three people in the room, their clothing instantly told him they were Venatori.
'But how, here…inside the castle, that can't…They haven't…?' He thought in a panic.
The one holding his mouth tightened his grip, he also felt the cold steel of a knife against his neck. The two others were also armed, both standing nearby, ready to act on a moment's notice.
Instantly fear gripped him, he was trapped; the Venatori had somehow got into the castle and had found his room. They had him effectively prisoner in his own chambers.
"One wrong move boy and I'll cut your throat." The man holding his mouth and the knife growled. "Don't even think about trying to yell, it won't do you any good and will guarantee your deaths, understand."
Bran nodded meekly, the fear continuing to bubble up inside him.
The man seemed satisfied by this and then spoke. "Now, you're going to point us in the right direction, where is our Master's orb?"
Terrified, Bran glanced over at the desk by his bed. Not even Solas' warnings about the dangers of the 'Elder One' retrieving the orb could stop him from being so scared that he complied with the Venatori's orders.
Taking his glance as a sign, one of the other Venatori approached Bran's desk and searched it thoroughly, eventually straightened up, holding the orb.
"This is it, our Master's treasure." He said.
Seemingly satisfied with this, the man holding Bran finally realized his mouth. His voice barely above a whisper, Bran pleaded.
"Please, you have what you want now, right, you can leave. Please, just go, I won't…"
He tensed as the knife was pressed against his throat again.
The man then growled. "Not quite everything."
Bran gasped at this, wondering what that meant. He soon got his answer and it terrified him, as the Venatori agent with the knife suddenly yanked the furs down and forcing Bran onto his belly.
"Now, our last gift; a hostage to prevent your family interfering with us again." He remarked.
Before Bran could even react, the men were upon him, pulling his hands behind his back, crossing them at the wrists.
"Wh-what, no, please…" He gasped, his voice strangled.
But the knife was held at his throat again. "Quiet boy; or you die."
With that Bran was forced into silence, except for wincing in pain as they bound his wrists with rough rope. They tied the rope tightly, almost cutting off the feeling in his hands.
Once they finished with this they stepped back, Bran was breathing heavily, terrified, he was now even more helpless and trapped. Unable to fully process what they had said, he was still trying to find a way out.
"Shouldn't we tie his legs too?" One of them asked.
The one with the knife shook his head. "No, there's no need, he's a cripple remember."
Bran froze at that. 'What, how could, how do they know?'
But it was clear his torment wasn't over.
The one with the knife approached again and suddenly put away his knife and instead pulled out a length of cloth, with a thick knot in the middle.
"Are you going to give us trouble boy, or do we have to silence you?" He asked darkly.
Bran inhaled sharply, realizing what the man meant. "I…I swear, I won't give you any trouble."
His voice was barely a whisper.
The man glared and shook his head. "You expect me to believe that, after all you're babbling beforehand."
With that he moved and swiftly tied the cloth around Bran's face, the knot forcing itself into his mouth, wedging it.
"No, please don-murgh…Nh, plmhfm..." He pleaded but it was futile.
The man tightly secured the gag, hurting Bran further; his eyes filled with tears, he couldn't comprehend it, why were they doing this to him. He soon got his answer however and it wasn't one that appealed to him.
"Let's go, time to leave, cover the orb." The leader remarked.
The one carrying the orb stowed it away within a pouch; then, suddenly, to Bran's horror and despair, the leader then suddenly picked him up and slung him over the leader's shoulder and they began to leave his room. His terror engulfed him as he realized now what was happening, he was being kidnapped.
End of chapter, things are going from bad to worse in the Winterfell siege, poor Bran. Read and review please, next up, we return to Arya, to find out what happens to Gendry.
