Omake: Strange encounters

Duskendale, 277 AC

Somewhere in the Dun Fort

It was an unusually quiet and moonless night. The army camped outside the city walls waited for something to happen. Most of the people inside the city walls just slept, while others made plans to escape should something bad happen (how wise of them, in hindsight!). Lord Denys Darklyn was happily fucking his lady wife, his mind overjoyed at the thought of all the good that would come to his city after this whole thing was done (had he been able to somehow take a glance at the future, he wouldn't have been so happy). And, in a barely lit corridor of the Dun Fort, two people that shouldn't have been there were trying to find a way to escape.

"Selmy, are you sure this is the right way?" asked King Aerys II worriedly. He was grateful for his kingsguard's rescue attempt, but he was beginning to have doubts about his sense of direction. They had been strolling around for quite some time, and they yet had to leave the castle.

"Of course, Your Grace. I'm just taking a slightly different route so that there'll be less chances of a guard finding us. Don't worry. We will be out of here in no time." answered Barristan with more confidence than he actually felt. In truth, he wasn't sure where in seven hells they were actually going. That wasn't the path he had taken when he had managed to sneak into the castle. In fact, he couldn't remember which way he had come. Godsdamnit, why did I have to be born with such a shitty sense of direction? However, he couldn't tell that to his king. He had to at least pretend to know what he was doing. And he was sure that, sooner or later, they would find an exit.

"Hmm...I hope you are right. I already spent way too much time in this accursed castle!" the king said angrily. "I swear, once I'm out of here, I shall make Darklyn pay for his insolence! I shall make a giant BBQ out of his city!"

"What's a BBQ, Your Grace?"

"I don't know, the word just popped into my mind."

They turned a corner, and Barristan recognized this part of the castle. He had already passed through there on his way to the king's cell! That could only mean that the exit was near. About fucking time!

But soon after that thought, something happened that caused both he and the king to stop in their tracks. A strange noise filled the air, and slowly, a giant blue box appeared right in front of them seemingly out of nowhere.

"What the..." said the king as Barristan examined the box. It seemed to have some kind of door in the front, and there were some carvings in a strange language very similar to the Common Tongue. And strange it was, indeed. What was a "police"?

Suddenly, the door swung open, and a very old man wearing torn and bloodied rags came out. Barristan was able to take a glance at the interior of the box, and noticed that it seemed to be...a huge hall? How could it be? Was it some kind of magic? Was that man a warlock?

He never found out, for as soon as that man appeared, another one followed. This one was taller and considerably younger than the first man. He was wearing a black robe and in his right hand held some kind of strange metal tube.

"Resistance is futile." said the newcomer, and then aimed his metal tube at the other man's head. A booming noise was heard, and the old man's head disappeared in a cloud of blood and organic matter.

Barristan's heart was racing. What in seven hells was going on? Who was that strange man? Did he mean to harm him and King Aerys? He stepped in front of the king and held his sword tightly.

The strange man looked at them. "Now, if the two of you wish to live, tell me where I can find Sarah Connor."

Barristan gulped as he heard the king gasp behind his back. "I don't know who you are or what you want, and I sure as hells don't know who this "Sarah Connor" is supposed to be." he said trying to be intimidating, and hoping that the newcomer wouldn't notice the fear in his voice or the trembling in his legs. Or the stain of piss that was slowly forming on his pants.

The strange man looked at Barristan, then at the king, and then at the corridor they were in. "Oh...sorry, wrong universe." He went back into the box and closed the door, and just like that, the box disappeared.

Barristan and the king were left alone in the corridor, at first too dumbstruck to say anything.

"What in seven fucking hells did just happen?"

"I...I have no idea, Your Grace. But we'd better get going, before someone finds us."

And almost as if his words had magically summoned them, two guards wearing Darklyn colors soon appeared. "THERE THEY ARE!"

Barristan cursed and prepared himself for the fight of his life. "STAY BEHIND ME, YOUR GRACE!"

AN: In case you're wondering, I wrote this while I was drunk. Or high. Or both, I don't quite remember. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. Stay tuned for Cersei's interlude!