World's Finest: Knights & Dragons

by Angry lil' elf

During a warehouse bust, Power Girl and Huntress are caught in an explosion that sends them from one universe into another where they are joined by the newly knighted Aegon Targaryen VI. In a strange new world, these three must learn to work together if they wan to survive and hopefully make it back home. Rated T for now.

World's Finest: Knights & Dragons

A Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice & Fire/DC Comics crossover

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Chapter 1: Apocalypse Now

Essos. The Disputed Lands.

Flags fluttered in the wind followed by the sounds of cheers and the clattering cacophony of hooves hammering earth and splintering crashes of wood and metal. Aegon wheeled his horse, a charger black as sin, around as he took up another tourney lance offered to him. Hefting it in his arm, getting a feel for the weight of it, Aegon looked over at his opponent.

It had been a few weeks since Aegon and his teachers/family had joined up with the Golden Company. They had recently received word from the Spider that war had now engulfed Westeros following the death of the Usurper Robert Baratheon and the trial and execution of Lord Eddard Stark at the command, or more accurately the whim of the newly crowned Joffrey Baratheon. The Quiet Wolf's eldest son and heir Robb Stark had rallied and mustered his bannermen and levies and marched south from the North and had earned the epithet the Young Wolf after smashing a Lannister host led by the Kingslayer Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard in the Riverlands and captured the Lion in chains. There were other claimants to the Iron Throne such as the Usurper's younger brothers, Stannis, and Renly Baratheon.

Renly didn't last long despite him having a vast number of soldiers and support from the Stormlands and the Tyrells on his side, but he'd been killed all the same in his own tent. There had been many rumours of how Renly had been assassinated, the most common and popular belief was that his newly appointed Kingsguard, Lady Brienne of Tarth had murdered him for rejecting her advances. With Renly dead, the Tyrells had retreated back to Highgarden in the Reach and the Stormlanders had merged with Stannis' host, making him by far the largest and strongest contender for the Iron Throne.

With the chaos that had been happening in Westeros, Varys had sent word to Aegon's mentor and father-figure, Lord Jon Connington, to join the Golden Company and have Aegon learn the life of a soldier. A couple of months of drilling and a few skirmishes later, Aegon had been learning what it meant to be a soldier. It was then Captain-General Myles 'Blackheart' Toyne had called for a squire's tourney, for a variety of reasons; one was to reveal Aegon to the Golden Company captains, the second being to give the squires in the Golden Company a chance to show off their skills and give them a chance to earn their spurs.

After being introduced to the Golden Company, Aegon had then taken part in the Tourney. He'd faced off against other squires, riding hard and sure, knocking a few off their horses. Some his lance broke off their shields earning him a point. His opponents had given as good as they got against him, and a few had come close to knocking him off his horse. But whether it was through luck or skill (Aegon liked to think it was skill), Aegon had prevailed and was now facing off the next squire, a pimply dark-skinned Dornish boy that rode a horse that was as foul tempered as him.

Aegon's charger snorted and pawed the ground with one hoof. It seemed like to charge before the herald could even sound his trumpet, and in all honesty, Aegon couldn't blame his steed for its eagerness. He'd have liked to charge out and meet his foe too instead of waiting. After a torturously long moment that felt like an hour rather than a minute, the herald blew his horn and Aegon hardly needed to kick his horse into a gallop for it did so as the horn was called. Setting his eyes firmly on his opponent, Aegon couched his lance, aiming for the chest. His opponent seemed to be aiming his lance at his head. As the lance neared Aegon's head, he twisted his head to the side, narrowly avoiding the blunted tip of the lance and lunged with his own lance. The Dornish boy gave a strangled cry and fell off his horse as Aegon's lance smashed and shattered against his chest, knocking him backwards through the force and inertia.

The crowd of assembled knights, lords, ladies, magisters, and the like cheered wildly as Aegon raised his now shattered lance in triumph while a maester and a team of stretcher bearers carried the dazed and winded squire off the field to be treated.

The next two squires made their passes at each other, giving Aegon a chance to rest his charger. Ser Rolly Duckfield helped Aegon off his horse and helped him pull of his helmet. "You're doing well, lad. I've taught you well it seems," the shaggy-haired knight proclaimed proudly as he offered Aegon a skin of water.

"I like to think so, ser," Aegon replied with a smile, but then his smile faltered as he said, "My pardon, but for a moment when I'm tilting against the other squires, it almost feels like they're letting me win."

"How do you mean, my prince?" Rolly asked.

"I don't really know," Aegon replied. "It feels as though when I come nearer to them, their aim isn't quite as sure or they slow down as they ride closer," he said uncertainly.

"Perhaps you're seeing things," Rolly said easily. "I mean, you were revealed to everyone as the lost son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen," he added. "So, mayhap the other squires don't intend to harm you too much?" he offered.

"I'd rather they did intend to, Ser," Aegon said sternly. "How else will I win the respect of the Golden Company captains if the other squires go easy on me?"

"As you say, my prince," Rolly said with a nod of his head. "Anyway, best get your helmet back on and onto your horse. You're up against the last squire," he advised.

"Good," Aegon said with a nod of his head as he put his helm back on, fastening it before climbing back onto his charger. Flicking the reins, Aegon had his horse trot out and he picked up a tourney lance. He looked over at his opponent and spotted the three castles on a field of orange on his shield. House Peake, Aegon thought vaguely, a house that had lost two of its castles in their numerous rebellions. Ages before during the Dance of Dragons, the patriarch of House Peake had tried to have his daughter wed to the then King Aegon III but had failed spectacularly to do so. A wry smirk passed over Aegon's lips under his helm as he thought of denying a house of rebels another victory.

Readying himself, Aegon waited for the sound of the horn and quickly enough, the trumpeting sound of the horn blew. With a kick, Aegon's steed charged into a gallop same as the Peake's did. Aegon and his opponent made numerous passes at each, breaking their lances off each other's shields. One pass, Aegon was nearly knocked off his horse, but he quickly caught himself and pulled himself upright and grabbed another lance and charged again. Again, his lance broke off his opponent's shield, but the same was for the Peake squire.

Soon after, Lord Jon called it a to halt and bade them to present themselves and asked for Blackheart to make the final judgement. Aegon tried not to let his tiredness show as the Blackheart stared at him and Peake in a calculating manner with hard eyes before speaking loudly for all who were present to hear.

"Both of these young men performed admirably. They've both shown great skill at lances and horsemanship. A true show of chivalry," he said slowly before adding, "But from what I'd seen with my own eyes, it was Prince Aegon who couched his lance more skilfully throughout this tourney. Let it be known that the prince has won!"

The crowd cheered and clapped wildly. Aegon raised his helmet high and gave a beaming smile, elated that he'd won his first tourney. The Peake boy scowled and left the field, muttering curses under his breath.

"Prince Aegon. Approach, please," Lord Jon said, his face stern but proud. Aegon dismounted his horse and stood before his mentor. "Kneel." Aegon did so as Lord Jon drew his sword and spoke, "Aegon Targaryen, do you swear before the eyes of the gods and men to defend those who cannot defend themselves, to protect all women and children, to obey your captains, to fight bravely when needed and do other such tasks, no matter how hard or humble or dangerous they may be?"

Aegon looked up at Lord Jon and nodded his head. "I do, my lord," he said bravely.

Lord Jon then rested the tip of his sword on Aegon's right shoulder before moving it to his left and spoke the words. "In the name of the Warrior, I charge you to be brave. In the name of the Father, I charge you to be just. In the name of the Mother, I charge you to protect the young and innocent. In the name of the Maiden, I charge you to protect all women. In the name of the Smith, I charge you to be diligent. In the name of the Crone, I charge you to be wise and serve as a guiding force for all those who come after you. Arise, Ser Aegon Targaryen!"

Aegon rose to his feet and if he had thought the cheering before was loud, this was colossal. "A knight, a knight!" one woman cried out. One man shouted at the top of his lungs, "Ser Aegon Targaryen! The Conqueror Reborn!"

Myles Toyne stepped down from his seat as servants rushed forward, carrying a chest of cedar wood and polished copper. Myles bowed his head as the chest was opened.

"Blackfyre!" Aegon breathed out as he gazed upon what lay within. The fabled sword of Aegon the Conqueror and used by many Targaryen Kings until it was given away. The sword of kings and pretenders. It was beautiful; the blade was all Valyrian steel, dark and smoky, almost black in colour with ripples all along from there metal had been folded a thousand times over. A gleaming red faceted ruby was set in the pommel, beautifully and elegantly cut into a diamond shape while the hilt was fashioned out of smooth and polished dragonglass and the ends of the crossguard were wrought into roaring dragon heads of cold black iron.

'The sword that was lost has now returned to its rightful owners' Aegon thought to himself. He smiled bowing his head in thanks before taking up the sword and was given an ebon wood and leather sheath for it and tied to it to his belt.

Lord Jon then spoke to Aegon in a whisper. "Well done, my prince." Although the exiled Lord of Griffin's Roost face was stern, his pale blue eyes shone with pride and joy.

"Thank you, Lord Jon. I won't let you down," Aegon whispered to him before turning to the crowd and raised his gauntleted hand high and everyone cheered.

Soon, a call for refreshments was announced and Jon said to Aegon, "You'd best get out of that armour for the feast now, boy. I'll see you there." Aegon nodded at this and headed into the camp where his tent would be, intent of taking off his armour and changing into something more suitable for the feast. As he neared his tent, Aegon spied dark cloud growing on the horizon.

"A storm? That's unfortunate," he muttered to himself as he entered his tent where he began to take off his armour and set it aside in a neat pile.

…

Some servants had drawn Aegon a bath, something he was grateful for. He had worked up quite a bit of sweat and dust in the tourney, so a hot bath was certainly a welcome sight. After spending almost an hour in the large wooden tub, scrubbing his skin until it was pink and raw, Aegon climbed out of the bath, dried himself off before dressing himself.

Dressing himself in black trousers, a lambswool shirt and leather jerkin and fine but plain leather boots, Aegon looked at himself in the looking glass. His reflection stared back at him with a small smile present on its lips.

"I'm a knight," Aegon murmured to himself before giving a chuckle. "Still can't believe it," he added before he looked at his sword, Blackfyre, propped up against the table. His smile widening, Aegon tied the sword onto his belt and looked at himself once again in the looking glass.

"Did the Conqueror ever feel this way?" Aegon asked himself. And then there came a rumble of thunder and wind began to blow. The tent flaps began to flap and ripple as wind blew into the tent.

"A storm? At this hour?" Aegon asked himself with a sigh of frustration as he prepared to exit his tent. Then there came a fizzing, hissing crackling sound and a strange scent hit Aegon's nose making it wrinkle as he tried to identify what the smell was. Then a burst of light filled the tent, blinding Aegon forcing him to cover his eyes with his hands and a shockwave knocked him to the ground. Fumbling for his sword, Aegon drew it out and uncovered his eyes to see a bizarre sight before him.

A young woman with golden-blonde hair and wearing a strange outfit of skin-tight blue material with patches of red on it. The young woman looked around with a gleeful almost manic smile on her lips. She then looked at Aegon with bright green eyes.

"Hi there!" she greeted in a loud chipper voice. Aegon could only gape at the strange woman and she then said, "This is where you say 'Hi' back."

"H-hi?" Aegon uttered in confusion, the strange word foreign to him.

"What country is this?" the strange woman asked. "Did I land in Middle-Earth or Narnia this time?" she babbled out.

"Middle-Earth? Narnia?" Aegon parroted those two words. "Wh-Who are you?" he asked in clear confusion.

"Name's Rose, but call me Fangirl," the blonde woman replied easily.

"Fan… girl?" Aegon wasn't sure what to make of this woman; she seemed quite mad and the way she appeared in that flash of light had him thinking witchcraft was involved. "What… are you? How did you get here in my tent?" he demanded trying to wrest control of the situation.

"I'm a woman, can't you tell?" Rose/Fangirl replied as though it were that simple. "And I got here by accident," she then said.

"Are you… a witch?" Aegon asked cautiously, wondering if Valyrian steel would be even capable of killing this strange woman.

"No. At least, I don't think so," Rose/Fangirl replied. "And you didn't answer my question before: where am I?" she asked.

"You're… You're in the Disputed Lands of Essos," Aegon said.

An excited starry-eyed look came over the woman's face as she squealed out, "I'M IN GAME OF THRONES?!" She gave a loud ear piercing squeal of excitement that had Aegon wincing at just how this woman could squeal. "Wait-wait-wait-wait! Am I in the TV series, or the Books?" the woman then demanded. "Which character are you?!"

"You're… you're mad!" Aegon said.

"Hey! I resent that!" Rose said with an indignant glare. "Now tell me which character you are, that way I know where I am," she said.

"I'm… Prince Aegon Targaryen, Sixth of his name," Aegon said uncertainly.

"Oooooh! You're that character! I guess I shoulda figured 'cause of the hair and eyes," Rose said knowingly. "So, I'm obviously in the books, because the TV series doesn't have you in it," she added.

"Books? Tee-vee series? What in Seven Hells are you babbling about?!" Aegon demanded.

"Ah, I forgot, in my world you're a fictional character in a book series and there was a TV series based on the books," Rose replied rapidly. "The TV series is pretty popular, but they cut out some characters like you and Lord Jon Connington," she said.

"You… you are quite mad!" Aegon said with an air of finality. "And I want you out of my tent this instant!" he stated angrily.

"Aha, so are you Aegon VI! I read the part in the books where you started ordering around Tyrion Lannister and his thoughts were that you were now acting like a Targaryen," Rose said excitedly. "Although there's some debate in the fan-forums if you're actually a Targaryen and not a Blackfyre," she added as an afterthought.

Aegon prepared to open his mouth to call for some guards to remove this bizarre woman when a crack of thunder broke the sky and the wind howled. Rose stiffened, a look of alarm on her face as she said fearfully, "Oh no! That isn't what I think it is, is it?"

"What is?" Aegon asked perplexed.

Rose didn't listen and ran out the tent and Aegon followed her outside. Rose stood outside and looked up at the sky, a look of deep fear in her green eyes. Aegon looked up to see a curious sight.

A large tear in the sky, red and weeping, like a fresh wound and a miasma of crimson mist floated through. Everyone who had attended the tourney all came out to look at this strange, wonderous sight.

"What is it?" one squire asked out loud.

"Is it R'hllor come to grace us with his presence?" a Red Priest asked.

Aegon shook his head in wonder, wondering what this strange sight was and he looked at Rose who had a look of stricken fear on her face. "What is this… thing?" he asked the woman.

"The Bleed," Rose replied fearfully. "A tear in the fabric of realities and between universes themselves!" she said. "We have to get out of here! Now!" she declared.

"Why? What's so bad about it?" Aegon enquired.

"The Bleed corrupts anyone who is exposed to it! Worse is what comes through it!" Rose said as she grabbed Aegon by the arm and started to haul him down the line of tents at a run.

"What is it that will come through this… Bleed?" Aegon asked a little fearfully.

"The Sheeda!" Rose replied.

"Sheeda?" Aegon echoed.

"A race of fairies that have been corrupted by the Bleed," Rose explained. "They're hellbent on conquering any universes they find themselves in," she further added.

"How do I know you're not feeding me falsehoods?" Aegon challenged. "What's to stop me from running you through with my sword right here and now?" he asked.

"Look behind you then!" And Aegon turned around to look and he suddenly wished he hadn't. The red miasma that had floated down had people convulsing and screaming in pain. Then they started to change into hideous monsters and those that didn't turn were suddenly torn apart or carried off by cadres of small, winged creatures.

"What's happening to them?!" Aegon asked in fear.

"The Bleed is corrupting them! Turning them into monsters! Those that are lucky are being carried off by the Sheeda to turn into foot-soldiers or food for their armies," Rose replied.

"And we're to flee from them?!" Aegon demanded.

"Trust me, kiddo, ain't much you can do about this. We gotta run and we gotta run now!" Rose replied with a serious look on her face.

"Wait! What about Lord Jon?! Duck?! Haldon?! Or Septa Lemore?! I can't abandon them!" Aegon yelled desperately. Wrenching himself free of Rose's grip on his arm, Aegon drew his sword and ran towards the crowd of monsters and fairy creatures.

A large unidentifiable monsters charged towards Aegon. Thrusting Blackfyre like a spear, Aegon impaled the creature through where he thought the heart might be. The creature howled in pain and the other monsters converged on Aegon who whispered a prayer to the Stranger, ready to go down fighting.

Then music filled the air, a strange melodious tune that was foreign to Aegon's ears.

"Let it go! Let it go! Turn my back and slam the door~!"

The monsters clutched their heads and screamed in pain the fairy creatures gave shrill screeches and shrieks of agony. Aegon turned and saw Rose running towards him with a small metallic object in her hand that was playing the music.

"What is that music?!" Aegon demanded, wanting to know the answer.

"Disney music," Rose replied matter-of-factly. "It can disrupt the energies of the Bleed and causes pain to those corrupted by it," she said. She then grabbed Aegon by the arm. "Now c'mon! We have to go!" she shouted.

"What about my friends?!" Aegon shouted.

"You're no good to them dead!" Rose stated coldly.

"Damn it!" Aegon cursed as he started to run with Rose. The music playing object in her hands stopped the miasma from reaching them and any monsters that tried to come close fell over in pain.

Aegon's lungs burned as he kept pace with Rose or tried to at least. Rose didn't seem too out of breath, and she reached for something inside a pocket in her suit and pulled out another metallic object that had a red gem in the centre. "Hold onto me! And don't let go!" she ordered Aegon who grabbed onto her. Pressing the red gem, the pair of were enveloped into a bright white light, but that moment, a swarm of the fairy creatures flew towards them and started to assail them. Aegon flailed his hand about in a bid to drive off the creatures but in doing so, he loosened his grip on Rose and suddenly he was falling through a void.

Aegon could only watch helplessly as his world was now gone and he fell through darkness. Falling through the cold empty void, Aegon felt tears pour from his eyes at the harshness of his fate, closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the darkness.

…

New York City. Isle of Manhattan.

High up on a rooftop, crouching on the ledge of the building was a young woman clad in a mixture of black and purple, armed with a crossbow that had a scope attached to the rail of it. Dark brown eyes peered down the scope into the window of a nearby warehouse. Full lips painted a dark almost purple colour curled into a predatory smirk before the woman gently squeezed the trigger of her crossbow.

With a sharp twang of braided twine and cord, a steel tipped bolt show from the crossbow and attached to the projectile was a long thin metal cable. The bolt flew through the air and speared itself deep into the masonry of the window the purple clad woman had been looking into.

Attaching the other end of the cable onto the ledge she had been crouching on and setting it firmly in place, she then pulled the line until it was rigid and taut. Giving the line an experimental flick of her finger, the woman gave a smile of satisfaction as the line barely wobbled, showing no slackness in it.

Pulling from a utility belt, the dark clad woman pulled out a small rappeler device and hooked it onto the tightrope. Taking a moment to breathe deeply, the woman then swung herself over the ledge and a moment passed where she was in freefall before the rappeler device stopped her initial fall and she then slid down the cable, going at breakneck speed.

Inside the warehouse, men armed with a variety of firearms, ranging from simple semi-automatic pistols, submachine guns to assault rifles, were supervising some workers who were loading crates filled with illicit goods such as illegal weapons and narcotics.

Then suddenly a window shattered, raining broken splinters of glass onto the floor and a dark clad figure entered the warehouse and tossed a small grenade which exploded in a large and loud thundercrack of light and noises.

This had the effect of blinding and otherwise disorienting the armed guards and workers. The first armed thug looked around blindly, his vision filled with white spots and his ears ringing. For a moment, he saw a shadowy shape move towards and he gave a shout and brought his pistol to bear, blindly firing a few shots, hoping to hit whoever or whatever that shadowy figure.

Then the man suddenly saw a black and purple clad fist soar towards his face and his world went completely black.

The purple clad woman quickly went to work, disarming and knocking out the armed thugs until they were all laid out on the floor with broken bones, bloody noses and just plain knocked unconscious.

She looked around and gave a slight sneer before looking at one of the thugs who was nursing a broken arm. Striding over to the man, she lifted him up by the scruff of his shirt and spoke to him, "Where is Black Mask?"

"You-You-You're her! The Huntress!" the thug said in realisation.

"Where is Black Mask?" the Huntress asked her question again, her dark eyes going angry.

"I-I-I don't know!"

"Wrong answer."

The thug screamed in pain as the Huntress slammed a fist into his broken limb and he wailed, "I don't know! I swear it on my mother's grave!"

"Then who knows where Black Mask? What's he planning?" the Huntress demanded.

Then a deep accented voice spoke behind the Huntress. "Perhaps I can assist you, senorita?" The Huntress felt a large ham sized hand grab her by the shoulder and fling her across the room.

The Huntress gave a grunt of pain as she collided against some crates and she looked up to see an extremely large as in tall and heavily muscled man wearing an outfit akin to that of a luchador wrestler. A wrist device was attached to the luchador's left wrist with a flexible plastic tube filled with almost phosphorene green liquid going from the device and attached to the back of the man's head.

"Bane!" Huntress spat in distaste. "What did Black Mask pay you to run protection for him?" she asked.

"More than enough to cover my usual fee, senorita," Bane replied calmly as he cracked his knuckles in readiness. "I was expecting the Bat to show up, but I will make do with you, puta," he then said darkly.

"Bring it then!" Huntress said as she stood to her feet and held her fists in a loose boxing stance.

Bane chuckled darkly before commenting, "You truly think you can best in hand to hand combat? I have done what no-one else has ever done, I broke the Bat himself!" he boasted.

"You've never broken me!" Huntress replied with a smirk on her lips.

"Something I shall rectify immediately!" Bane stated as he pressed a button on his wrist device, pumping the green liquid up the tube and into the back of his head. With a strained groan of pain and discomfort, Bane nearly seemed to double in size, his muscles bulging as they seemed to accept the additive.

Huntress gritted her teeth and prepared to go down fighting when suddenly something shot through the roof and slammed into Bane before tossing him into a wall. The dust cleared to reveal a familiar face to Huntress.

The familiar face was a young woman with a just under shoulder length haircut of golden blonde hair, a gorgeous youthful face with a pair of bright cyan blue eyes and her figure could be described as both athletic and curvy. For her attire she wore a white legless unitard that had a cut-out on her admittedly healthy looking bosom, showing off her cleavage with a short red cape hanging off one shoulder, and blue leather boots and gloves adorned the extremities of her limbs.

Huntress gave a wry smile and said, "PG? I take it Bats sent you?"

"In a way," PG AKA Power Girl responded with a slight smile. "I'd heard that Black Mask was trying to expand his territory into New York since there isn't much of organised crime in Manhattan," she added.

"Yeah, New York seems to avoid the things that Metropolis and Gotham have," Huntress remarked.

A dull groan alerted the two and they looked to see Bane getting to his feet. "Should I-?" Power Girl tried to ask when Huntress raised a hand to forestall and replied, "Give him a minute. I'll bet he's not used to getting slammed like that from anyone."

"Not as much as you think, puta!" Bane growled out as he stumbled over to a nearby crate and pulled out a strange device that resembled an advanced looking rifle with something akin to a miniature satellite dish on the barrel. "Black Mask gave me this to deal with the likes, senorita," he said to Power Girl who tensed up in readiness. "I will admit that I have no idea what this does, but Black Mask assured me it would do away with the likes of you and Superman," Bane added as he prepared to pull the trigger.

Huntress launched herself at Bane, hurling a small shuriken at the weapon the steroid enhanced criminal held. The bladed missile stuck itself in the projector of the rifle just as Bane squeezed the trigger. This caused the weapon to fizz and spark alarmingly and Bane quickly tossed it at Huntress who was then grabbed and covered by Power Girl in a bid to protect her.

The device then exploded and both Power Girl and Huntress disappeared with only a scorch-mark on the floor to indicate where they were.

…

Huntress felt herself tumbling and falling through a black void with Power Girl beside her. The pair held onto each other, afraid that if they let go, they would lose each other in the darkness.

Suddenly the pair of them collided with something and Power Girl looked to see a young man with silver-blonde hair and wearing an outfit akin to that a Renaissance Faire goer would wear knock into them. Before Power Girl could even open her mouth to say anything, white light filled her vision and she, Huntress and the other guy landed on solid ground with a thump.

Huntress rose herself and looked around; they appeared to be in a forest of some kind, though which forest and which country was up for debate. "Where the hell are we?" she asked.

"I'd like to know that as well," Power Girl said as she sat up and looked around. "Do you think we're somewhere in the countryside?" she wondered.

"Maybe, although which state or even which country we've found ourselves in is the real question," Huntress before she looked at the other guy who had landed here with them. "Any idea who he is?" she asked Power Girl who scanned the young man with her x-ray vision for a moment.

"He's human, I will say that much," the Kryptonian said. "Although he honestly looks more like a Medieval Times or Renaissance Faire worker than anyone I know," she added dryly.

"Looks the part, especially with that sword he's got there," Huntress remarked as she spotted the sword in the young man's grip. Then the young man gave a pained groan as he opened his eyes to reveal a pair of indigo purple orbs and looked to see Power Girl and Huntress looking at quizzically.

"Who are you two? Where am I?" the young man demanded as he shuffled back and raised his sword at them.

"Calm down, kid. We're in the same boat," Huntress said to him placatingly. "What do you remember? What's your name?" she asked.

"I'd… I'd worn my first tourney and was knighted," the young man said as he frowned as if trying to remember. "Yes… I'd gone to my tent to wash up when this strange woman appeared out of nowhere in a flash of light and a gust of heat," he added.

"Do you remember your name at all?" Power Girl asked kindly.

"Aye, Ser Aegon Targaryen, sixth of his name," the young knight replied.

"Aegon Targaryen? As in Game of Thrones?" Huntress said in surprise.

"You know of me?" Ser Aegon Targaryen asked in surprised.

Huntress and Power Girl looked at each and Huntress whispered, "What do you think? Is he telling the truth? Or is he doing some method actor bullshit?"

"He appears to be telling the truth," Power Girl replied as she glanced at the young knight who was looking around in wonder. "His heartbeat seems fairly normal, so he's either a really good liar or he's telling the truth," she said.

"Yeah, but do you believe he's a character from Game of Thrones?" Huntress asked.

"Well, there is the dimensional theory that sometimes fictional characters live in a universe where they're very much real," Power Girl replied. "And considering I'm from Earth 2, I'm willing to give the kid the benefit of the doubt," she said with a shrug.

"Alright. I'll follow your lead on this," Huntress said to her before looking at Ser Aegon and said to him, "So, what else do you remember? You said a woman appeared in your tent out of nowhere, what happened then?" she enquired.

"A storm had suddenly hit and the woman, Rose her name was, seemed alarmed and I followed her outside to see the night sky bleeding red. Rose called it the Bleed or some sort, and these little fairy creatures appeared and started carrying people off," Aegon said.

"What happened then?" Power Girl asked gently.

"I wanted to stay and fight," the young knight replied. "But Rose convinced me not to and I followed her when we were suddenly cornered by the creatures. Rose grabbed me and then suddenly I found myself falling into darkness," he said. "And that's all I can remember of the event," he added with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Well, in any case, looks like we're in the same boat," Power Girl said as she stood to her feet and dusted herself off. "Need to find the nearest city or town where we can get some answers as to where we are," she added.

"This land does not look familiar to me," Ser Aegon stated as he stood to his feet and sheathed his sword. "What are your names?" he then asked as he looked at Huntress and Power Girl who glanced at each other before Huntress spoke.

"I'm Helena Bertinelli, the Huntress," she said.

"Karen Starr, people call me Power Girl," Power Girl then said to Aegon.

"Huntress? Power Girl? What kind of titles are they?" Aegon asked in confusion.

"We'll tell you as we go," Helena said to the young knight. "Right now, we need to find some shelter and some civilisation," she added as she looked up at the sky which was still sunny but the sun was slowly descending towards the horizon.

"Very well, then. Lead on," Aegon said with a bow which made Karen and Helena exchange an amused smile before they prepared to pick a direction which to travel down.

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: First chapter of this crossover is done and dusted. I hope you all enjoyed it and for this story I have a poll on my profile of what the setting/universe should be, so feel free to cast your vote.

Other than that, I haven't got too much more to say, so I'll leave this here and see you all in the next one.

Be kind to one another,

Angry lil' elf.

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P.S. My next story that I plan to update will either be my Highschool of the Dead/GoT story or my Harry Potter/The Mummy story, so keep an eye out for them and if you haven't already, feel free to give them a read and review.