World of Dragons

by hellz swordsman

Massive crossover event. Fantasy style. Anime, Books, Movies, Video Games. ATLA Harry Potter Eragon Game of Thrones Reincarnated as a Slime Bofuri Robin Hood Braveheart Disney Dragon age Skyrim

A.N. Hello all! I'm an odd duck I don't particularly want to go into the details of my personal life so I'm just going to say that life is tremulous and nod absently. Also, I'm not sure if I'm going to continue my old stories so don't ask. I'll either continue or rewrite them in my own time, for now this idea has been tickling my brain for a while so I'm going to try it out. So, without further ado, Prepare for my new Story. A World of Dragons!

When Fifth dimensional beings get bored weird shit happens. Just ask Superman. Or Batman for that matter. If you know of Fifth dimension beings then you already knew this of course. So it was that a bored FD being was trolling through the multiverse. It was bored. So very bored. It wanted to see action, but it wanted to see something new. Well, perhaps not entirely new. Something that's similar but different? Hm maybe a crossover? But how? And Which worlds should be crossed over? Of course, it had to be something with Dragons cause otherwise it wouldn't be any fun. Hm. Alagaesia of course was a must. Skyrim as well, perhaps the bending countries? Thedas was a must as well. So, let's see shove all of Alagaesia a thousand miles off the west coast of Westeros. Slam the northern most part of Orlais against the southern part of Dorne. Park the Fire nation in between Alagaesia and Westeros. Expand Skyrim from the size of Maryland to the Size of California. Drop Skyrim at the halfway point between The North and the coast of Bravos. Drop Ba Sing Se into the middle of the Dothraki sea. Slam Omashu into borders of Myr, Volantis, the orange shore, and Veas Khodakh. Drop the Northern and Southern water tribe on an ice and tundra Island about three hundred miles between the northern coast of Skyrim, and the Eastern coast of White harbor. Drop a large 400 square mile section of the great forest of Jura on an island between Dragonstone and Essos. And now let's Drop in a few Players from other worlds.

The fifth dimension being appeared in the sky above the entire world. "Hello to the peoples of the various worlds. I've brought you all together so that might see something new. I doubt that many of you have noticed yet but don't worry you will. I've brought together various worlds and people together to be the newest Mass Crossover Event. Now let there be action!" the glowing being said with a flourish before bowing to the entire world. "Ah yes before I go, I should let you know. There will be others who appear from time to time. They may help you or hinder you depending your course of actions. Well, have fun all." With that the being disappeared leaving behind no proof he had ever been there at all. Well almost no proof. In Various parts of this new world time moved forward and the change began.

Jon Snow P.O.V.

Jon came awake in a slow nauseous pace. He didn't feel very good at all. He could barely think and his head was splitting. He could see a few other men in the back of the wagon with him, but his vision was too blurry to really see them. He could hear that the others were talking but they weren't making sense to him. The world was spinning and whirling by the time the wagon had stopped in a small fort town. Jon was trying to come back to himself when he was jerked off of the wagon and yelled at by a woman in armor. This would have been an interesting if he had been coherent. Unfortunately for her, that was the tipping point for which Jon lost the battle with his nausea. He hurled up everything he had eaten that day on said woman's boots. She roared in disgust and back handed him away from her. Jon laid in the ground still not feeling well, until he felt a warmth blossoming around his body. It soothed his aches and pains, his head stopped hurting and his nausea went away. While his body recovered to did his mind. He slowly came back to himself. With a groan he asked. "Where am I?"

"You are in Helgen." Said an old man in a strange suit of armor.

"Helgen?" Jon asked with a shake of his head. "Where is that? I know it's not in the North."

"The North? North of what?!" The woman with vomit still on her boots.

Jon looked at her incredulously. "The North. The largest Kingdom in the Seven Kingdoms!"

Everyone looked at the young man like he had lost his mind. Noone knew what he was talking about. "And where are these Seven Kingdoms?" Asked the old man.

"Do you not possess a map at all? The Seven kingdoms are the largest Landmass to the west! The North, The Reach, The Crownlands, The Westerlands, Dorne, The Stormlands, and The Vale of Arryn. How do you not know?"

"Does this have anything to do with that glowing blue man in the sky?" One of the tied-up plaid clothed warriors asked suspiciously.

Jon looked at them with a frown. "That man was the last thing I saw before I was here. How did I get here anyway?"

"You appeared in a blue flash in the middle of an imperial ambush." the plaid clad warrior stated. "Then you took a hit to the side of the head with a Warhammer. We honestly thought you were dead till you woke up on the ride here."

"What in the seven hells is going on here?" Jon cried looking at them all incredulously.

"This is the execution of the stormcloaks so that this damned civil war will finally be over!" The female soldier with vomit boots exclaimed angrily. Jon frowned at the wording. He looked at the men who wore the blue plaid uniforms in confusion then frowned again.

"I can't say I'm happy to hear about a civil war, but what does this have to do with me?" He asked looking at the older man.

"You were captured with the stormcloaks." The woman cut in. "You're going to the block. With the rest!"

Jon looked at her with a frown. "You might want to reconsider that." He said with a deeper frown. "I may be a bastard, but my father will not let that go when he hears of it."

"And just who is your father?" she asked with a derisive snort.

"Eddard Stark Warden of the North, and before that blue man showed up in the sky, he was asked to be the Hand of King Robert Baratheon." Jon said with a grim look.

"What?" The woman asked Incredulously. "You expect me to believe that you Have an important Father?" Off in the distance there was a roar. A few people looked around in confusion.

"I do not expect anything." Jon said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I am just telling you that this will go badly." There was another roar but it was closer. Jon looked around as some people began to fidget nervously. Jon watched the woman glare angrily.

"I don't care who you are." She said with a sneer. "You go to the block."

Jon looked at her with a deep frown. "Fine are you at least enough of a person to do it yourself? Or are you one of the people who order death and let someone else do it?"

This seemed to bring the woman up short. "What?" She asked in confusion.

"My father always says that it should be the one who passes the sentence who swings the sword." Jon said clearly. "So, are you enough of a person to swing your own sword or are you a coward?" This brought out a few chuckles from the plaid clad soldiers.

"The woman narrowed her eyes at the soldiers and then at Jon. "There is a perfectly good executioner right there." She said pointing to a large man. "I'll not deny him his pay."

Jon glared at her for a moment, before taking a deep breath and saying loudly. "Then if that's the case I demand a trial by combat." He stood tall when he said this and looked at her evenly. "You say I'm going to the block. Well, I say I've committed no crime. I demand a trial by combat."

The silence was deafening in the small fort town. While in the culture of the seven kingdoms only those of noble birth could demand a trial by combat. In Tamrial it was a statement of honor. Jon Snow had just called the captain an honor less coward, and a liar who was trying to use her power to murder an innocent. This was not a challenge that she could turn down or refuse. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your perspective, this was interrupted by A large black Dragon landing on top of one of the large towers and glaring down at them. Jon looked at it in stunned confusion. This wasn't possible. All the Dragons were dead. The creatures had been dead for years! So stunned was he the it never occurred to him to move out of the way when the dragon turned to him and roared. "YOL TOOR SHUL!" the entire town stared as he was engulfed in the dragon's fire.

Arya Stark P.O.V.

Arya appeared in the middle of a large sprawling city in the middle of a large group of people who all seemed surprised. She noticed that they all seemed confused, as she was. She had Nymeria beside her and Needle on her hip. Beside her to the left, was a slim man with blonde hair and pointed ears, and to the right was a slim darkly tanned man with short black hair. The man with pointed ears had on leather armor with to large knives strapped on his belt and the hilts of many throwing knives peeking out all over. The man on her right was wearing a red suit of clothes with a long thin sword with a basketed hilt strapped to his hip. She also noted a group of men and women wearing various weapons looking well out of place. As well as a Small Group who seemed to be looking at the town in suspicion while Grouping around A young long haired Sandy blonde boy wearing a long black leather coat. That man had a short thin sword like needle as well.

Arya noticed that everyone in this place was looking at the town in confusion. Notably she was confused to, not just her being in Winterfell one moment and here the next, she was in a place with buildings the like of which she had never seen. She was also very scared and confused by the green skinned people and the large men with pig heads. Arya was beginning to be very scared; she was surrounded by strangers and what appeared to be monsters. Without realizing it she had pulled out Needle from its sheathe. The sound of a sword leaving its scabbard caught the attention of everyone around. Beside her the two men looked down at her then back to the surrounding denizens of the town of Rimuru. They quickly followed suit at had weapons at the ready. She could hear weapons being drawn and, Nymeria Growling at her side. The denizens of the town where confused, and weary some of them were drawing weapons to. The level of tension was rising, Arya noticed that she along with two others around her age, as well as a very small child with long black hair down to her butt, were all being subtly moved towards the center of the group while the older ones formed a ring around them. Everything looked to be coming to a head when a blue ball bounced up to them and then turned into a young boy who had long blue silver hair, and a Blue leather great coat.

"Hey what's the deal?" The young boy asked loudly. "Why are you getting ready to attack us?"

One of the ringed warriors looked at his compatriots, stepped forward and said. "I don't know how we all came to be here, but it surprised us to be here in the middle of a town filled with monsters." The black clad swordsman said sheathing the two swords he wielded across his back. "We were all at a party in Aincrad when we suddenly transported here. Our Avatars have changed also, so we are very confused."

"Avatars?" Rimuru asked in confusion. "Like video game Avatars?"

"You know what video games are?" The swordsman asked incredulously. "But aren't you an NPC?"

"Daddy!" The small child cried out, rushing forward. Arya tried to stop her and keep her in the middle of the large group but to no avail. She rushed forward and clasped her small arms around her apparent father's legs. A young Woman with long Red hair and most of the same features as the little girl cried out. "Yui!"

"Asuna Come and get Yui!" The swordsman said with a frown. The woman nodded and stepped forward. And picked up the child. "Kirito be careful this person or creature or whatever he is very powerful."

"Daddy I can't access commands!" The child cried in distress." This brought Kirito and all those with him up short. With an odd hand motion, he tried to do something to the air in front of him. He wasn't the only one to do this. Everyone with him tried to do something similar. When nothing happened they all began to show signs of distress. "What the hell is going on here?" One of the men asked in confusion. One of the women glared at him. "Klien! There are children here! Watch your language!" The man recoiled at the maul waved at his head. "I'm sorry Liz." Klien said with his hands upraised in surrender. For some reason this bugged Arya. "Hey I've heard way worse than that from my father and his Soldiers!" She roared angrily.

Liz looked at her. "Young Lady What your Father chooses to allow you to hear or not Hear, is between him and you. But Klien isn't your father and as such shouldn't say anything crude around you." Liz said with a small smile looking at Arya with a look that Arya's own mother would give her when she was trying not to say that Arya was doing something foolish but wasn't going to say so. This definitely made Arya's blood boil. "I AM NOT A LADY!" She cried angrily. "I'm not going to be sold off to some lord to spend my life sewing, and making babies, and being told what to do!"

There was a stunned silence from all around then a stifled giggle from the young girl at her side. As well as a dry chuckle from a very well-dressed older man. "Well miss, does she remind you of anyone?"

The person to his left who Arya initially took for a small man turned to him with a pout. "Higgins! I have grown out of that stage of my life and can act like a lady when called for!"

"Of course, miss. It is as you say." The man, Higgins, said with a small smirk. The people with her were grinning and snickering. "I don't know JackASS, she reminds me of exactly how you were back on the Dolphin."

"Nobody asked you Davy so shut yer gob before I shut it for ya!" she roared a him. "You might remember that you work for me and Faber shipping Worldwide!"

"Well, Jackoe I ain't seein' no ship around here." Davy said with a frown looking round him. Anything else that was going to be said was interrupted by a large vine growing up beside Rimuru. It flashed green, then a woman with pale skin and long flowing green hair appeared there. "Lord Rimuru there is a disturbance!" She said urgently. "To the south something is terribly wrong!" This brought the attention of everyone in hearing range to the southern sky. It turns out just in time. There was a blinding flash of light. Everyone had to cover their eyes as the flash blasted across the sky as though it were the rising of the sun being stared at. When everyone's sight was returned, they all stared at the sky in absolute silence. There was a hole in the sky. Where most of the sky was a gorgeous azure color. But directly to the south was a huge green spot in the sky. Arya didn't know what to think, A green hole in the sky? What could have done such a thing? How could such a thing be fixed? How would they even start?

"Higgins? What is that?!" Jacky asked with a trembling finger pointed at the hole in the sky. Arya was completely in agreement.

"Kirito." Klien said with serious frown. "I don't think this is a game."

"I'm with Klien on this one Kirito. I know for a fact that I wasn't diving when we got here." Sinon said looking at the sky in a wonder filled terror. Arya didn't know what that meant, but she did know she wasn't home and it was beginning to set in.

"Where are we?!" Arya cried out in confused fear. "This isn't the north!" Nymeria whimpered by her feet. This brought a lot of attention to her. A horned wolf's head poked out of Rimuru's shadow.

"Hmm. Where is your pack pup?" The Horned wolf asked rising from Rimuru's shadow completely. Arya gazed at the DireWolf, for that was what this creature had to be, as it loomed over her. "Why are you all alone?" Arya gazed at the giant wolf in defiance. "Nymeria's not alone! She's with me! And all of her brothers and her sister are with My brothers and sister!" The Direwolf looked thoughtfully at Arya. "You claim this pup as pack?"

"I'm Arya Stark! My father is the Warden of The North! We have been in charge of the North for 8000 years! And our house Sigil has always been a Direwolf. We are wolves and always have been!" Arya told the direwolf pointing her Needle at the wolf. "So, if you want to pick on Nymeria you have to go through me!" This brought the direwolf up short. He sat on his haunches in front of the girl. Arya noticed that everyone was looking on in confusion. Then the Direwolf threw back his head and roared with laughter. "You are a wolf no doubt child. I am Ranga the pack leader of the tempest wolves. I approve of you, child, if you can gain the permission of Gobta I will allow you to train with the Goblin riders and my pack."

"Um, Ranga, I think that her wolf is a bit too small to ride." Said a small green person with a large bulbous nose. Ranga looked over at him. "The pup is too small to be ridden right now but she will grow. And the child can learn now so that when she is large enough, they will know what to do."

"Hmm... ok I can see that being a good thing." the small green person said with a nod. "Ok I'll agree to that. As captain of the goblin riders, I accept her for training. Uh if she wants it, that is."

"Kirito." Asuna said with a frown. "What are we going to do?" Kirito looked at her from where he was trying to calm his daughter who had been having a minor break down. "Well first we need to set a base."

"Um, excuse me." Rimuru said with a frown. "You can set up a base here if you'd like. At least until you get a way back home."

Klien looked at all the people around them. "Kirito we might as well take them up on it we don't exactly know what's going on here."

"It is as good a place to start as any." Liz said with a considering frown. "I mean you have Excaliber and Klien has Mjolnir, but the rest of us seem to have just regular gear, so I mean we should seriously work towards being able to get everything we need to be self-sufficient."

"Daddy I don't know what to do!" Yui said dancing around holding her legs together. Kirito bent down to her and she whispered in his ear. Arya watched as Kirito grew red and hastily picked up the little girl and grabbed Asuna before turning to Rimuru. Arya watched as Kirito whispered something to Rimuru whose eyes widened and pointed out a building with a large fence. Kirito rushed towards it carrying the child. Arya looked at the scene in confusion.

Beatrice 'tris' Prior P.O.V.

Tris didn't know what was going on. One moment She, Tobias, Caleb, and Susan Black were running for the incoming train to escape from the Erudite. Now the four of them stood in a group of people most of whom had wings, Tris didn't know what to make of that. She was trying to get her bearings when she noticed that all around her a battle raged. Men in shiny silver armor, against men in robes. The armored men wielded all manner of midevil weapons, but the robed men seemed to be using... magic? She also noticed that a few of the people around her were just as confused as she was, and more than a few of them had wings. She wasn't sure what was going on here but she didn't like it. That's when she heard a little girl scream. She spun around to see a man in armor raise a sword above the head of a group of children in robes.

She didn't have time to think, she just whipped out a throwing knife and let it fly. She then noticed that she wasn't the only one. Another knife came from Tobias, and an arrow came from a girl dressed in a black jumpsuit. The knife from Tobias' buried into the man's spine at the base of the neck, her own knife buried in his sword hand, and the arrow went through the back of his head. Needless to say, he was dead. Also, needless to say this brought attention to the group of new comers. So, it quickly became a free for all. Tris was down to one knife and a lot of attitude, she noticed that Tobias wasn't using a knife, and Caleb and Susan were herding the children into a building with people in what looked like church robes. She noticed that the young woman with the bow was standing guard at the building's door. Tris nodded grimly to her and then rushed forward to engage one of the other men. While he seemed proficient with his sword and armor, Tris had been trained by four and Erik. She also wasn't weighed down by heavy steel plate armor. So, when his swing came, she merely back peddled away from the horizontal slash. Then stepped forward and drove her remaining knife into the soft skin of his partially exposed throat. It didn't take long for him to bleed out enough to drop his blade and fall to the ground. Tris looked at the blade stuck between the helmet and armor, before looking at the dead man's sword. She curled her nose at the weapon. Perhaps if she didn't have the body of a child, she would be able to use it. She was about to turn away, when she noticed a dagger on his belt. She smiled grimly before grabbing the weapon. It was easily three times the size of the Dauntless' throwing knives, but it wouldn't be too hard to use. The trick to fighting with a knife was to get in and slash important targets, of stab them.

Tris raised her head to find the next target and promptly had to duck as a large rock went speeding by her head. She turned to see where it had come from, only to meet the gaze of a crazy person in robes with a staff. Tris narrowed her eyes at the robed man and moved towards him to engage, by with a motion of his staff he sent a ball of fire at her. Tris was admittedly confused by this. Her mind worked furiously as she dove out of the way. As she came up rolling, she noticed a shadow grow over the man in robes. Then one of the winged girls dropped from the sky and landed roughly on his shoulders. There was a sickening crack and the man collapsed to the ground limp and screaming. Tris frowned at the sight but shook her head clear and drew her gaze to the rest of the area. The rest of the groups seemed to be taking out their various opponents. Tobias danced around another knife fighter, the large boy that had arrived with the bow wielding girl was grappling another. Quite a few of the winged children had dropped out of the sky onto anyone who was attacking anyone else. Soon enough the fight was over. Tris gazed around at everything and everyone in suspicion, until Caleb and Susan came out of the building they had herded the children into. They also brought out the old woman in priest robes.

Tris watched as a sad look crossed the old woman's face. She smiled somberly at tris and the rest before bowing her head and beginning to pray. Tris watched in silence. When the woman was done, she turned to them all and spoke. "Thank you for your help. The mages and templars do not seem to care anymore who gets caught in the crossfire of their war." Tris could see that she wasn't the only one confused and decided that this was probably going to be a long conversation.

Xander Harris P.O.V.

Xander wasn't really sure what was going on here. One minute he had been trying to get to Buffy and the mini slayers the next he had been yoinked across God knows where into a town that was dealing with a possible murder. Now obviously he wasn't Sherlock Holmes, but the scooby gang had investigated into a number of crimes while hunting monsters. So, he had offered to investigate for the Jarl. It had been surprisingly easy. Just wait till the cover of dark and search the burned-out house. Finding the ghost of the presumed murderer's child had been a shock but the fact that she wasn't violent had been all Xander needed to not try an exorcism. This had led Xander to the little girl's burial site and an attack by a Vampire completely unlike the ones he was used to. His first clue of that was the glowing orange eyes, and elongated canines, without a game face. It had been a hard fight, especially after finding out that a stake to the heart hadn't done a damned thing. The bitch had been wearing a quilted doublet style chest piece. Xander took one hell of a beating. She had been easily as strong as the Vampires from home. To top it off she actually did know how to use the fucking sword she came at him with. He was definitely going to have a few new scars after this fight. She had left a pretty deep cut on his left arm, but that had been her biggest mistake. Xander had been fighting Vampires since he was fifteen years old. The stupid little baby Vampire never expected him to sacrifice a body part for a kill shot. She hit the 'exposed' left arm in what she thought was a blindside attack. And his retaliation was a decapitating strike that removed the bitch's head. Thankfully as soon as she was dead her body turned to ash.

Xander then dragged himself to the Jarls long house to report what he had been up to. He was pleasantly surprised to be healed up by Fallion the resident wizard in the town, while he debriefed the Jarl. It seemed the old crone was taking this seriously because as soon as Xander was healed, he and five of her best guards were rushing to the house of some floozy Vampire bitch named Alva. Xander watched as the guards broke down the bitches' door and subdued the man inside. Xander of course made his way down the stairs at the back of the small home to a dug-out basement with a coffin inside. Xander eyed the coffin in distaste. Then he grabbed an oil lamp off of the table and smashed into the closed casket. It went up in flames like he'd used gasoline. The lid was thrown off and out popped Alva, already on fire and screaming in pain. Xander wasted no time in incapacitating her, by removing one of her legs below the knee. Her screeching rose to a whole new level, only to be cut off as Xander buried his axe right between her eyes. Just to be sure he jerked his favored weapon out and removed her head.

Xander was surprised how easy it was to destroy the woman. He turned to see the horrified guards behind him. This confused him slightly. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked giving eye contact as well as any good one-eyed man could. This seemed to unnerve the guards even more.

"Sir that makes the second Vampire you have killed in two days." One of the guards said in a hushed voice. "You never even got touched just now." Xander frowned at them.

"You know that she was just a fledge right?" He asked incredulous. "It's not like she was a master."

"Sir I don't think you get it." Said one of the guards with a deep frown. "Vampires are much stronger than regular people. Even the newly turned are dangerous."

"No, you don't get it." Xander said in amusement. "She wasn't old enough to be used to her enhanced strength. Also, if you fight smart, you're less likely to die. That's why I set the coffin on fire. Anyway, I believe we should take this journal to the Jarl"

This is what led to Xander being in a deep dank cave with a few volunteers to hunt down a group of Vampires planning to take over Hjaarlmarch. So here was Xander and six men from the best of the Jarl's guard as well as one silent traveler who had agreed to join after having a private conversation with the Jarl. Xander was using a small torch to keep eyes on the cave, held well away from the Special surprise he had arranged for the vampires in the cave. He looked at the men with him again.

"Are you ready?" He asked with an arched eyebrow. "Remember the Vampires will be faster than you and most of the younger ones will be cocky due to that fact. The trick to fighting a vampire is to watch the way they are about to move and then attack where they are going to be. Also, if you are quick witted, they are slower if you can confuse them." He added as an afterthought.

"How do you know all of this?" One of the guards asked incredulously. Xander looked at the man with a sparkle of humor is his eye. "Oh, I've been fighting and killing these bastards since I was fifteen. Since I'm twenty-two, I'd say I know what I'm doing."

The thus far silent man nodded. "Seven years' experience, does make you an expert." Xander smirked at the man. "I'll let you in on a saying I was told by my mentor. 'When it comes to fighting the Darkness It isn't whether or not you are an expert. Its whether you have truly gained the knowledge to kill the creature.' Some types of monster require certain techniques to kill. Others require more luck than skill." Xander almost reached for his eye, but clenched his fist in a bid for bodily control. Only the silent man noticed this. "Sometimes our luck runs out and we lose body parts, or pieces of our soul, or even friends. I've lost friends, comrades and people who I was leading into battle. If we're lucky and we're swift we'll all be getting out of this damned cave tonight. But we must be careful. Watch your surroundings and don't leave a comrade in a compromised position. Now we go forward, there is no reason to go stealthily because they will hear us coming be ready for an ambush."

Xander looked at each of the men in the eyes, then nodded grimly and entered the cave. They made their way down into the depths of the cavern, clearing out dog sized spiders {which Xander made sure to burn the eggs sacks of, no reason for a repeat of the episode with miss French} and killing a few thralls that were burying the evidence of previous vampire kills. Xander was beginning to wonder if there were in fact any vampires in this cave until he heard a Group partying ahead of them. Xander came inside of the open area of the cave to see a dozen vampires at a large table. And on the table was a group of people that were bound and gagged. Including two children, a boy maybe six and a girl not quite in her teens.

That was when Xander lost it. His single eye locked onto the children laying trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey. The blood loss was obviously already affecting them because they were barely conscious. Xander thought back to all the people that vampires had gotten in Sunnydale. Spike, before he was chipped. Drucilla every time she had been around. Angelus after losing his soul. Dracula, the master, Kakistos. Xander had grown as a person and could tolerate spike and angel. But he had always HATED vampires, since the night he'd staked Jesse. The sight of the humans on the table set his control off like a powder keg. The vampires gazed haughtily at the humans, until they noticed the poison green glow coming from Xander's eye. Everything stopped at this sight.

Movarth the master vampire and Xander's silent companion where the only two that didn't freeze at the sight. Movarth studied Xander from the head of the table while the silent one was aiming a crossbow steadily at the nearest vampire. Just as everyone seemed to be getting used to the glowing eye in Xander's head, then came the laugh. It was a high-pitched yipping cackle. A shiver crawled its way down the spines of everyone in the cavern living and undead alike. Then Xander moved, and everything went to hell. The silent one fired a crossbow bolt into the forehead of the closest vampire. If Xander had been able to think of anything coherently, he would have marveled at how much easier this breed of vampire was to kill than his own native breed. Unfortunately, Xander's mind had gone primal. This meant that the only thing on Xander's mind was Hunt, Kill, DESTROY. He moved into the cavern with speed to match a slayer, and a single-minded determination to destroy the vampire.

When he reached the table, he slashed out with his silver edged axe, a weapon he had used to kill vampires since before the fall of Sunnydale. The head of one of the Vampire promptly sailed through the air, before the corpse burst apart into a pile of ash. This caused the rest of the room to burst into action. The five guards charged into the room. Xander's hand flashed to the cargo pocket of his fatigues and whipped out one of the surprises he had prepared. Holding the mead bottle over a burning brazier, he lit the oil-soaked cloth. With a sadistic grin he tossed the improvised Molotov into a group of vampires the were firing arrows at the guards. They screamed as the glass bottle shattered sending burning oil all over the three vampires. The vampires went up like roman candles. Movarth leapt from the table and attacked the guards as the silent man shot another vampire and dropped his crossbow drawing a silver sword and charging Movarth and the surviving two guards. Xander however dove at the remaining five vampires like a hurricane of violence. His axe slashed out like a divine wind cleaving vampires left right and center. The first vampire was dusted when Xander's axe buried up to the haft in his forehead. The second was killed by a stake, that Xander pulled from his belt, being shoved into his throat and left there. The last three seemed to realize that they were in over their head's; However, when they backed away to get space, Xander lit and threw his last Molotov cocktail. The three vampires died screaming.

"And then there was one." Xander said with a high-pitched laugh. This brought the attention of Movarth, the silent hunter, and the last surviving guard. Movarth growled angrily and grit his teeth when he caught the scene of burning vampire corpses. The silent man grinned viciously under his helmet and took the chance to cheap shot the master vampire, by slamming his shield into the glowering face of the vampire. The bane of the undead enchantment on all of his weapons and armor worked wonders against these beasts. He was going to have to thank Isran personally for tracking down that enchantress. The vampire staggered away from the dawnguard as he grabbed the only man who was still alive and retreated away as the berserk warrior attacked. He had to give it to the younger man. He knew his business. He had thought of a plan, done everything he could to give the guards an upper hand and then his fighting skills were definitely on par for the Dawnguard. Then there was that berserk state, it was unlike a Nord or an Orc in a blood rage. More like a terrier's single-minded drive to wipe out a group of rats. And that laugh, it had sent shivers down his spine. But he had to admit watching the young man attack a master vampire, on even footing no less, was a thing to behold.

Xander rushed the vampire when the silent man shield bashed the bloodsucker. He grinned savagely when his axe bit into the vampire's upraised arm. Movarth growled angrily and slashed at Xander's midsection with a longsword. Xander bent backward almost double letting the blade pass over his body. Then he allowed his body to continue to fall landing on his shoulders, before slamming both of his feet into the vampire's chin with the force of an enraged mule. Movarth went airborne before slamming into the table in a daze, and this was all the opening the Dawnguard needed. He rushed forward and swung his sword down with all his might, removing Movarth's head. The dawnguard looked on in grim satisfaction when the damned leech turned to dust. Xander watched it dust before gazing around at the cavern in consternation. "Well, this is not how I wanted it to play out, but we have succeeded. The vampires are dead, none escaped, and we live to fight another day."

The dawnguard nodded before removing his helmet showing off his dark skin and short curly black hair. "You hunt the leeches well." The man said with approval. "Have you considered joining the Dawnguard?" Xander looked at the man in confusion. "How 'bout you tell me about them as we gather everything in here up."

Harry Potter P.O.V.

Harry Potter gazed at the dragon in front of him with a grim satisfaction. He looked at the stands and sneered. They had been treating him like trash since Halloween. Well now they would get to see what he had been working on. He held up his wand and shouted. "Accio Firebolt!" Harry held out his hand and waited, he didn't have to wait long. He'd stashed his Firebolt not far from the arena. As soon as the broom touched his hand, he took off at top speed towards the dragon. He casually barrel rolled out of the line of dragon fire sprayed at him. As he passed the dragon, he fired a point blank reducto into the beast's eye. The dragon roared in anguish, before firing another burst of fire at the flying boy. Harry simply pulled up and over the fire. Harry smiled evilly before firing another reducto into the dragon's still open mouth. Harry had to admit watching a dragon retch was funny as hell, but that wasn't why he was here. No, he was here to beat this challenge. And he was going to do it by killing this dragon. So far it was going exactly as he had hoped. The dragon was mad as a cat thrown into a bathtub. It reared up, ripping the chains that held it down to separate links. Then it took off after the boy. Harry wasted no time flying from the arena, the dragon wasted even less time giving chase. Harry flew through the air around Hogwarts flying around the towers. He noted that he was getting a bit of room.

Finally having enough space Harry pulled his wand out and yelled. "Accio Sword of Gryffindor!" As Harry passed around Dumbledor's tower, the eleventh century longsword shot from the window. The silver blade gleamed in the sunlight. Harry's hand reached out and grasped the hilt before flying past the dragon on the way back to the arena. It was almost on top of him by the time he arrived at the arena. With a move worthy of Viktor Krum, Harry turned around and in front of everyone shoved the sword into the damaged eye of the dragon. Normally this would be a futile gesture. Normally the dragon would then destroy what was now causing it pain. Normally a person wouldn't be using a sword baptized in Basilisk venom. This wasn't a normal occasion. The dragon twitched in pain, then began to convulse before falling over dead. While this was happening, everyone was so fixated upon what was going on that they failed to notice that the very world around them had changed. Everyone else did notice when they all arrived in the Hogwarts arena, everyone that had arrived was slightly stall by the sight of Harry standing over the dead dragon looking defiantly at the crowd.

"Now that I have your attention!" Harry roared at the crowd. "I want to make something very clear to all of you! I did NOT want any part of this DAMNED tournament! I didn't put my name forward; I didn't ask someone else to do it for me! I wanted to have just one year where I was left alone so I could focus on school work, and for once in my bloody life just be a normal guy! EVERY BLOODY YEAR THAT I'VE BEEN AT THIS SCHOOL I'VE HAD TO DEAL WITH SOME RIDICULOUS HAPPENING! FIRST YEAR I HAD TO KILL OUR DEFENSE TEACHER TO STOP VOLDEMORT'S RETURN! SECOND YEAR I HAD TO DEAL WITH YOU ALL TURNING ON ME BECAUSE I HAVE A MAGICAL GIFT, THEN I HAD TO TRACK DOWN AND KILL A SNAKE THAT COULD EAT ME IN ONE FECKIN BITE! OH YEAH, I HAD TO STOP VOLDEMORT FROM RISING AGAIN! THEN LAST YEAR ALL THOSE DAMNED DEMENTORS! I HAD TO SAVE SIRIUS BLACK FROM OUR CORRUPT MINISTER WHO DIDN'T EVEN GIVE THE HEIR OF ONE OF YOUR SUPPOSED GREAT NOBLE HOUSES A FUCKING TRIAL! YES, THAT'S RIGHT SIRIUS BLACK IS INNOCENT AND THE MINISTER KNOWS IT! HE TRIED TO SWEEP IT ALL UNDER THE RUG BY HAVING HIM RECIEVE THE DEMENTOR'S KISS! AND NOW HERE WE ARE AGAIN BLAMING EVERYTHING ON HARRY BLOODY POTTER! WELL, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF ALL YOUR RUMOURS AND BACKSTABBING! I HARRY JAMES POTTER DO SWEAR ON MY MAGIC THAT I NEVER WANTED ANY FUCKING PART OF THIS DAMNED TOURNAMENT. AND I ALSO SWEAR THAT EVERYTHING I HAVE SAID IS TRUE! SO, MOTE IT BE!" There was a blinding flash of light then; "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" A blast of white light exploded through the arena before coalescing into an exact copy of the dead dragon. "Well, what do you know?" Harry asked conversationally. "Looks like I'm telling the truth." After having said this he turned towards the exit of the arena, only to stop dead at the sight before him. Arrayed around the exit of the arena was a large group of people that Harry had never seen before. And they were smirking at him.

"Well, it certainly looks like you gave them a piece of your mind young man." Said an old man in worn clothes. He had a smirk of delight upon his face.

"If I had to guess, I'd say a convergence of worlds." Said a man looking at the castle. He wore a strangely modern suit of clothes. Harry didn't know what he was talking about but he looked at the castle and almost had a heart attack. The castle of Hogwarts was totally different, well more like it had been added to. It looked like someone had added Hogwarts, another castle, and a large building stone and glass building together into a bowl and mixed them together. Harry was so stunned looking at all the changes, that he didn't notice that all the staff and judges had arrived to confront the new comers. This stopped when the large blue man appeared in the sky and began to monologue before disappearing. Harry was making his way towards the tent to be checked out by Madame Pomphrey when he felt an aged hand touch his shoulder. He turned to see Dumbledor looking down at him in grandfatherly disapproval. Harry looked back a moment before asking. "Yes headmaster?"

Dumbledor frowned even harder. "Did you really have to kill the dragon my boy? And giving out all that information wasn't the best idea. I'll also have to take the sword of Gryffindor back to my office."

Harry snorted in derision. "Headmaster I killed the dragon as proof that I'm going to be taking this stupid tournament seriously. As for giving out information, you're damned right that I have. I'm tired of dealing with stupid people thinking they know everything and treating me like trash. And finally, for the sword. I pulled it from the sorting hat. I killed the basilisk in the chamber with it. And now I've used it to kill a dragon. No, I think I'll be keeping it."

"Well said young man." Said a tall golden blonde in a blue suit. "I'll have to agree with him." The man said with a stern face. "He just killed a dragon with that weapon. Also, what was this about a tournament that he doesn't want to compete in?"

Dumbledor frowned at the young man, and his party. "I'm sorry who might you be?"

The man frowned at dumbledor. "I am Duke Reinhart Jamil." He said with a frown. "And I'll be ending this farce of a tournament. You have a young man who isn't even of age fighting dragons? What kind of moron are you?"

"Albus Dumbledor is a great man!" Professor McGonagall roared in all of her highland fury. "He has tried to get the boy out of the contract!"

"Well, he obviously doesn't think things through." Duke Reinhart's father Reinbach said stepping forward. "This boy just proved with a vow, that he didn't ask nor offer to be in this tournament. Which means he cannot be bound. Only if you go willingly into a contract can it bind you."

Harry started at this. "You mean to tell me that I didn't have to do any of this?!" He growled angrily. Both of the ducal family looked pained at this. "If you had refused to face the dragon, then you wouldn't have been bound. However, because you willing fought the dragon, you are bound to compete now. I'm sorry." Reinhart said with a frown and consternation. Harry felt his temple throb. He quickly pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "So, because I decided to show off, I'm stuck competing in this damned tournament?"

A young blonde girl and a young brunette boy walked forward. Harry noticed that the little girl was very well dressed and looked like a miniature version of the Duke Jamil. She also had a little clear blob resting atop her head. "Maybe we can help him?" She asked the Duke. "Like Mr. Ryoma?" Harry was about to comment upon this when a brilliant flash of green light lit up the southern sky. This caused everyone to turn towards the south and gasp in astonishment. Harry stared at the huge gaping hole in the sky. This was well beyond Harry's limited experience with magic. Apparently, it was beyond everyone else's as well. Harry stood over the corpse of the Dragon that he had killed looking at the sky as it bled green. He only knew one thing for certain. Things were about to get a whole lot more interesting very soon.

Balian of Ibelin(Orlando Bloom) P.O.V.

Balian looked around at his lands. After Salah ad 'Din sacked Jerusalem he had led all the Christians back to Ibelin to await a return to France England and Spain. There were a few troubles when he had first arrived with a whole city's worth of Christians, but they had soon made their home. Balian watched with a content eye as Ibelin grew from a small dry spit of dirt to the bustling tent city it was now. With the help of Asian traders, they had received the schematics for the tents used by the Mongols. A Ger he believed it was called. It had taken some time to build them up but they were now distributed to every family that needed them. Now Ibelin was a great oasis in the middle of the desert. It was amusing to see it flourish so. He looked about him with a slight frown. Three days ago, the world had shifted around them. The blue man appeared in the sky and suddenly everything was different. Now there were two moons. The constellations were all different. The very land was different. For instance, his lands now bordered an oasis, a sulphureous hot spring, and a large stone fort. It hadn't been much of a problem to be true but it did become one when strangely dressed men began to poke around the fort after the Whole appeared in the sky. At first Balian was fine to live and let live; however, that fell to the wayside when they attacked his people. Balian had sent his few men at arms to scout out the situation. He wasn't happy with what he discovered. These men were performing human sacrifices. This wasn't going to be allowed to stand so close to his land. So, he called a meeting with his men at arms and all the warriors that had arrived in Ibelin when this change had occurred.

Balian sat at the head of a large table looking at the men and women before him. He had found it passing strange when he had met these people. Most of them had either been English, or born after the time of his own death. In fact, three of them seemed to be different versions of the same man. Robin of Locksley (Kevin Costner), was a tall well-built and blonde son of a nobleman. He wore a sword on his hip. It had a gold inlaid hilt, of the hand and a half make. He also always had an English longbow. Then there was Robin Longstride(Russel Crowe), who had been the son of a blacksmith and impersonated Sir Robert Locksley for a time. He too carried a sword, but it was a gold inlaid longsword with the inscription, Rise and rise again until lambs become lions. He also carried a bow usually a longbow. Finally, there was Robin of Loxley (Taron Egerton) who wasn't even as old as Balian himself. He didn't carry a sword at all. Instead, he carried a composite bow that he was frankly terrifying with. They had taken to calling themselves the Locksley brothers. Kevin, Russel, and Taron their three wives also the same woman had decided to add to the joke by saying they were the three sisters Marian, who now went by Elizabeth, Kate, and Eve. They even had a standard made up for their clothes. A flying robin carrying an arrow in its beak. On the other side of the table was a knight named Bowen (Dennis Quaid) and his wife Kara. They had arrived with a talking dragon of all things. And Finally, there was Jeanne D'Arc a female knight who had apparently arrived here just when she was going to be burned for heresy. Together these seven people made up the leadership of Ibelin. Balian wasn't sure why or how but it had been decided that he would stay 'lord of the manor'.

"What do the scouts say?" Balian asked looking at the members of his table. Taron produced a map. "Eve and I led a few men into the area in question. These people seem to be sacrificing people to summon...demons" He said with a grimace. "Then they seem to bind them to soldiers, but I don't like it."

This statement raised more than a few eyebrows. Taron frowned. "I mean it seems like something much deeper is going on here. The men being bound seem to go into some sort of trance when bound." He clarified. Balian seemed to grimace at this. Then turned to Bowen. "Bowen what does Draco have to say?"

"Well." Bowen started in his gruff voice with a sardonic smirk. "First thing he said was that the dragon that we've seen flying isn't one of his kind. It's a beast not a being. It's probably sharp as an executioner's axe, but it isn't able to be reasoned with." Balian notice that Bowen looked pained by that statement. "Second is that it seems that these Demon summoners are coming from the north in a steady supply. Now as far as Draco has been able to find there is no fresh water for about sixty miles. So, if we root out the devil worshipping bastard in the keep, then take the Oasis, we should be able to rid ourselves of them for good."

Balian nodded in thought. These were good ideas. And with the help of a dragon, all the more feasible. Balian looked at Jeanne. "Do you have any input Lady Jeanne?" Finding out that she had been deemed a saint by the pope after she had been burned as a witch had left the poor woman off kilter for the first few days. However, she recovered and began getting herself back into shape. She still wasn't completely recovered from the treatment of the English witch hunters, but her mind was still the general that had driven French soldiers to almost destroy the English. Jeanne looked forlornly at the map of the area. "If I take the Scotts to the front in the cover of darkness, whilst the brothers Locksley provide a distraction from a distance then we should be able to take the fort with little or no causalities."

Balian looked at the table's occupants. "Does this plan work for everyone?" Everyone nodded at this. Then Russel spoke up. "Speaking of the Scotts. Shouldn't Wallace be at this table? I've heard that he is quite the warrior."

"When I offered him a place at this table, he said he didn't want it. His words were that he wasn't a noble he'd let the nobles squabble." Balian said with a smirk. "I believe that he means to watch us and make sure we aren't like the ones who betrayed him before he commits to joining completely."

Russel scoffed with a rueful grin. "The way I hear it that pretty young thing all ripe in the belly with his child was princess in line to be queen of England no less. Doesn't that make him as noble as any here?"

"I doubt our noble status our lack thereof matters anymore." Balian said with a smile before turning grim. "However, I believe we all have what Wallace's wife called Noblesse Oblige. Which in layman's terms means. We have the wealth and privilege, but we do our duty to our people. We have the duty to make sure those who follow us are taken care of. Which means my friends, that these damned Demon summoning Bastards have to go."

Percy Jackson P.O.V.

Percy stared at the water off the deck of his new ship. It was an odd mix of a roman Quinquereme with sails instead of oars, and the back end was like a cabin from a frigate. It was going to be needing a little work of course but it would be great for him. Of course, it hadn't been a picnic to get. No, it had been a punishment/reward for him and Annabeth deciding to go their separate ways. When The worlds shifted together that blue man/god/titan/? Had shoved the Greek and Roman demigods had been shoved together in a small island. It had been very intense for a few moments, until ALL the gods had shown up and flat-out stated that ANY violence against the opposite faction would receive a swift smiting. Then proved it when the Roman's Augur began to badmouth the Greeks only to receive a shift lightning bolt to the face via an enraged Jupiter. After that there wasn't a single comment about Greek/Roman ancestry. With the arrival of Nico, Hazel, and Jason Percy decided that it was time for him to do some traveling. He'd asked Annabeth to come with him, but she was so excited about her position as Olympus' Archetect that she didn't want to leave. They decided that it would be best if they broke it off and stayed as friends instead of taking the next step in their relationship.

Athena had shown up at this and decided to reward(?) Percy for leaving her daughter alone. "So, you wish to travel the world?" She had asked with a serene smile. "Well then allow me to direct you to a ship that will hold you in good stead and take you anywhere you wish to go." Percy had been so happy he had almost Hugged Annabeth's mom. Then Lady Athena waved her hand and Percy was on the deck of the Silence. That was when he got his first shocks after being brought to this world. 1} Magic was possible for people who weren't demi-gods. And 2} Riptide now worked against mortals. He had discovered this when he had to fight the crew of the silence. The men and women had attacked him with lethal intent from the moment he landed on the deck of the ship. The very ocean tried to attack him as well, key word being tried. Percy Jackson was the only living Demi-god son of Poseidon. The ocean had always been his home field. With barely a thought he had calmed the sea to a glassy surface. While he was doing this, he was also busy taking on the entire crew of the silence.

Percy's only problem with this was that Chiron had taught him not to hurt mortals but these people kept getting back up and attacking him. He also noticed that something kept trying to raise the sea against him. Not that it actually did any good, he just kept adding pressure to the sea. Percy was so divided in his attention that he didn't notice the man on the bow of the ship that seemed to be aging years in seconds. His focus was all for the battle between the sea and the crew of the ship. Then as soon as the fight had been taken up, it ended, with the crew seeming to die for no reason. Percy looked at the deck littered with corpses and scratched the back of his head. This made no fucking sense. He looked around until he noticed an old man with a grimace. The guy looked like he was in his eighties, and had died of a stroke. He had an eye patch, a metal glove of some kind on his left hand, and a red and black Damascus metal axe. Percy walked over to the old man and turned him over on his back. The old man looked like he needed to be in a nursing home not on a ship. And to be honest Percy wasn't sure how in the hell a man that old was going to use an axe that heavy but who was he to say. Percy had frowned at all the dead people but with a sigh he got to work tipping the bodies over to the ocean. When he was done, he said a quick prayer to lord Hades that they be judged fairly and a thank you to lady Athena for the ship.

Now here he was floating along with a treasure ship. That's right he had a treasure ship. Whoever these people had been they had a hold full of treasure. Gold, silver, silks, food stuffs, and Percy was absolutely sure that some of the bales of plants where not Tabacco. Not with that smell. Percy was fairly certain that he was going to have to destroy that or possibly give it to his father as a gift. Oh well. He had been sailing aimlessly for about three days, but now he was coming up on a convoy of other ships. It took him a little time to catch them, even with his ocean powers pushing the boat ever onwards. It took two hours to catch up to the other ships. When he was in easy sight distance Percy almost had a heart attack. There were two different versions of the Queen Anne's revenge. The black pearl, The Pearl Amongst the Reeds. The fucking Flying Dutchman. As well as quite a few others. And in the center was a large boat absolutely filled to overflowing with gold.

"Ahoy there, mate!" Called a tall blonde man on the quarterdeck of a ship named The Jackdaw. "That's an interesting little brig you got there. How is it that you're sailing her all on your own?"

Percy walked over to the edge of his ship and patted the railing fondly. "Well as I am the only currently living Demi-God son of Poseidon, I was born with a lot of inborn gifts. Being able to control a ship by myself." Percy informed with a small smile. He fully expected to be dismissed by the people within hearing range. But he was completely astounded to see a thoughtful nod from the man.

"Well mate I've never met a Demi-God before, but that makes as much sense as anything else I guess." The man said thoughtfully. Then he pointed out two ships off to the left of the convoy. "Mary Read and Ed Thatch were dead. Both of them died in front of me. Hell, I was carrying Mary out of a Jamaican prison when she died. Now here they are alive and sailing beside me like nothing ever happened. Hell, Mary has her daughter back, and she was taken before Mary died. So, mate your dad's the God of the sea? That is just another odd thing in a long line of odd things."

Percy frowned in thought before nodding in understanding. It was true, after What the man had been through meeting a demi-god would seem like a natural thing. "i see what you mean. Do you have any idea what is going on with all of this? The Blue man and everything being thrown together?"

"Wouldn't the son of a god know more about what's going on than a simple ship's captain?" the blonde snarked with a grin. Percy gave a wry grin in return. "Well to be fair I think that blue Guy might have been a primordial, maybe." Percy told the other captain thoughtfully. Then noticing the look of confusion on the captain's face he continued. "Well, whatever he is he threw together a bunch of different worlds, right? He was strong enough to grab all of the gods from my world and possible other worlds as, well right? The Titans weren't that much stronger than the Gods, so I mean it's pretty obvious that he has to be a primordial right? Like Chaos maybe?"

The other captain looked at him strangely for a moment then said. "I'll take your word for it, mate." Percy looked back at the treasure ship for a moment. "What's with the large treasure ship anyway?"

"Well mate, it's like this." The captain said with a thoughtful. "They apparently arrived here from El Dorado."

Percy's mouth dropped open at this. "Seriously?!" His brain was stuck on the blue screen of death, Seriously EL DORADO?! It actually existed?! Then a thought occurred to him. "Then why haven't you all taken them? You are pirates right?"

"We are Pirates but we're not stupid. A haul this big could lead to in fighting and cause us to destroy each other." The captain said with a frown. "Besides they offered us five hundred pounds of gold per ship, for food and help to get somewhere safe. That's enough for just about everything we would need to do to refit our ships. As well as paying the crew a fair wage, resupplying our food stores. And I'm sure you have noticed the Lack of Pistols, Rifles, and Cannons? We also need to rearm our men and ships. "

Percy frowned as he took notice of this. "What happened to all the guns?"

"They were missing when we got here." The captain said with a frown. Percy thought this was passing strange. "And the gun powder?" The captain just shook his head. Percy had to frown at this. Come to think of this before he left, or was transported away, in all the talk of defenses there was no talk of guns of cannons. Ballistae, Crossbows, bows, walls, yes all this and more; However, there was no talk at all about cannons. "Passing strange." The Captain said with a nod. Apparently, Percy had said that out loud.

"So where are we sailing to Captain, do we have a heading?" Percy asked looking into the horizon. The Captain looked bemused. "The ship that has the lead, seems to have a map that leads to an island and town. Apparently, this map leads to their boss, the owner of Faber Shipping Worldwide. When the captain pointed out the map, he seemed ecstatic. Apparently, their boss has a habit of getting lost in fanciful adventures. And Since the owner of that company is Affianced to the captain; you can be sure that he's putting on all speed."

Percy smiled at that. "Yes, I could imagine. Though I am confused how the captain of one of her ships is her Fiancé, doesn't that complicate business?"

"Mate her life is more complicated than that of me and all my friends, and THAT is saying something." Percy nodded absently, then said. "I'll just go Speak to that Captain then." Percy notices the look of disbelief and just grins. "Son of Poseidon, remember?" He asked as his ship began to pick up speed whilst he was still standing at the railing smirking. Percy noticed that the captain wasn't the only one on that ship whose eyes widen as his ship began to move forward far faster than any ship maned or unmanned had any right to. It didn't take very long at all for Percy to pass all the ships in the convoy and slide up beside the lead ship. Percy was still at the railing of his own ship when he pulled alongside of the ship named The H.M.S. Cerberus. "Ahoy to the Cerberus!" Percy called out happily. Percy was Happy to note that the man at the Railing of the other ship wasn't struck dumb at the speed his ship had just shown. "Ahoy there!" The other Captain called back. "Do you need assistance?" Percy watched the Captain eyeing his empty deck in confusion.

"No, I'm not in need of assistance. I was however told you had a destination in mind, and since I'm just sort of drifting along aimlessly at the moment I thought maybe you could give me a heading?"

Percy noticed that the man was actually quite similar to Percy himself. Same tall slim, yet strong build. Same dark hair with a single white lock over their left eye, and similar eyes (Percy's being sea green and the other Captains being cerulean blue).

"Well, I'm Captain James Emerson Fletcher formerly of His Majesties Royal Navy. And our heading is to a forest island called the Great Forrest of Jura. There is supposedly a town called Rimuru there where my bride to be is currently residing." Percy smiled thoughtfully. "Do you mind if I come abord and see the map?" Captain Fletcher thought for a moment then said. "What about your ship?" Percy smiled at this. "Don't worry, she'll follow along." Captain Fletcher looked skeptical but said. "Very well. Shall we get closer?" Percy judged the distance between the two ships, about twenty feet, before smirking. "No need." He said before leaping off of his quarterdeck and landing atop the water, before a minor application of his power sent a small waterspout shooting up under his feet sending him rocketing towards the deck of the Cerberus.

This drew the attention of everyone aboard the Cerberus. "Blimey didja see that?" And "Cor 'e ain't even wet!" Percy stood up straight before Captain Fletcher said offered his hand. "I'm sorry how rude of me. Perceus Jackson son of Poseidon, at your service." This seemed to surprise Captain Fletcher. The he shook his head ruefully and took Percy's hand in his own. "Well, it is good to meet you either way. Come down to my cabin I have the map there." Percy followed Captain fletcher to the cabin and to a fairly good-sized table, where a medium sized map was unfurled across the table top. Percy gazed at the map in confusion. The first thing he noticed was that there was a blinking dot on a small island that had a title, Jacky Faber. Then he looked at some of the other spots. He spotted places like Fereldan, Orlais, The North, Skyrim, Omashu, Essos. He didn't know any place on this map. One spot caught his eye though. It read Valyria/ New Olympus. Well at least he knew where the camp had landed.

He also had to laugh when he notices another blinking dot, this one read. You are here. "Well at least we don't have to worry about getting lost." He said laughter still in his voice. He caught a twinkle in Captain Fletcher's eyes. "Indeed not." Percy looked at the map and thought about how long it would take to get to where they were headed. At current speed it would take three weeks to get to the Great Forrest of Jura. Percy frowned at that. No, he wanted to get to this place to start his adventure. Not that he disliked sailing but he wanted to see new places. He'd be able to sail for the rest of his life. Percy turned to the Captain and smiled wickedly. "Just how eager are you to get to your Fiancé?"

Captain Fletcher looked at Percy suspiciously. "What do you have in mind?" Percy smiled mischievously. "I AM a son of Poseidon. I can probably make all of these ships move at a much higher speed and keep the sea calm till we get there." Percy told him matter of factly. Captain Fletcher looked astounded. "If you please would sir. I'll pay you out of my own portion of the gold being offered by Miguel, Tulio, and Chel."

"No need." Percy said waving him off. "I'm not looking for money or favors. Really I just wanted to travel the world." Percy explained with a smile. Then he sat down at the table and closed his eyes. Captain fletcher was about to ask what he was doing, when he felt the ship lurch forward at three times the speed. He stumbles from the cabin to the quarterdeck, and noticed that all the ships in the convoy were sailing through the ocean at unprecedented speeds. After a moment he smiles contentedly. "Wait for me Jacky I'm on my way."

Daenerys Targaryen P.O.V.

Daenerys laid down in her bedroll I complete exhaustion. It had been a week since the blue man had appeared in the sky and transported her across the world. She had arrived in an area of wilderness completely unlike Essos, and noticed that everything had gone strange. She stood beside a fairly large pack and held a short sword. However, the thing that had drawn her attention the most had been the egg in her hands. The DRAGON egg in her hands. She was so enraptured by this that she didn't notice the fight brewing in front of her.

Sir Barristan Selmy stood before a small girl that he knew without doubt was Daenerys Targaryen. In front of him was the makings of a three-way stalemate. There were two other older men, each with swords drawn standing in front of their respective charges. He looked at the other two men with a frown. Both were clearly master swordsmen. The first was a small dark man in what appeared to be Yi Tish garb with a long thin sword. He looked to be in his late forties or early fifties. Behind him was a boy with a similar sword made of black material in one hand and clutching a black stone in his hand. The other pair consisted of a man easily as old as Barristan himself if not older. Barristan being two and sixty. One thing Barristan had to concede though was that the man had a beard that was a legendary thing. It came all the way to his belt. The man wielded a sword that looked like a large aquamarine jewel. He held it with such familiarity that it had to be an old friend but he also seemed surprised to see it. The boy behind him wielded a sword that looked like a single ruby with a passing familiarity of his own. Things looked more than slightly tensed and ready to be set off with the slightest provocation, until a large dragon dropped from the sky and coiled protectively around the boy with the blood red sword.

The dragon a huge creature with four legs, and scales that looked like rippling sapphires, pulled back its hackles to show off dagger sized teeth. Barristan gazed at the beautiful creature with a wary eye. It was more than big enough to swallow any of them whole, but nowhere near as large as the Skull of Balerion the black dread's skull that once lay in a place of honor in the red keep.

"I suggest that you lower your swords strangers." The man in front of the coiled dragon said coolly. "She really doesn't like it when her rider is threatened." Whatever else was about to be said was interrupted by two cracks sounding through the night. Daenerys had what little focus she had upon the confrontation. The dragon egg in her had was spiderwebbed with cracks. The shell began to fall apart in her hands and she was left with a dragon hatchling with deep purple scales, the same color as her eyes. She felt as though she had been dipped in ice water. The was a deep inhalation of breath, which caused her to look up and take in the scene in front of her. The dark-skinned boy in blue armor also had a dragon hatchling. It was black as his sword. The large blue dragon was gazing at her and the other boy in open wonder. Daenerys however only could think of one thing at this moment. "The dragon has three heads." She had whispered.

For some reason it seemed the dragon hatchlings had gained them some leeway with the old man and the elder dragon. The old man had offered them a spot at the fire and the elder dragon had flown off to catch, and return with a deer that was quickly butchered and cooked. Then the old man had begun to explain about the dragon riders of old. How they had risen, and how they lived. As well as how they fell and then everything that was being perpetrated by the evil rider king Galbatorix. He had finished with what would happen to Daenerys and the boy, Sokka she had heard him say his name was, when the dark king heard they had hatched and bonded with dragons. This had been followed by the realization that none of the young dragon rider had any say in what was to come next. Daenerys had felt sorry for the boys as the three old men talked about training that could be done on the road, until she realized that she was not exempt. Neither as a girl nor as a princess. So, for the past six days it had been waking up, going through a series of stretching exercises that Brom called the Rimgar, or the dance of the snake and crane. Eating breakfast, then a hard steady march of three miles in an hour, for six hours. Then they would set up camp and rest for an hour, before they began to do sword drills. With a master of the sword for each of them they all received individual instruction. Under normal circumstances Daenerys was sure anyone in the world would be thrilled to have individual instruction from Sir Barristan the Bold. However, she had to admit this last week had been absolute hell.

Her start in the art of the sword was with a carved stick. At first it had been just how to stand and how to hold the sword properly. The stick had been shaped to match the sword she had arrived with; it was a purple bladed short sword that Brom had said was a riders sword named Arvindr. He named his own sword as Undbitr, the sword of the rider of Saphira's namesake. And the sword of Eragon was Zar'roc the sword of one of Galbatorix's foresworn he had killed years before. The first to swear and the last to be killed. Sokka's sword that he childishly named Spacesword was made of a similar material as the riders' swords. It also seemed to be equally invulnerable to harm. Each master had different techniques they taught their student but all were equally adamant about the basics. Finally, the last part of the day after dinner was cooked and eaten was the study of the language of magic. Brom gave a hellfire sermon on the dangers of using magic then stated they would be taught properly instead of stumbling upon it like Eragon had. Eragon blushed at this but nodded before telling the other for about his mishap and almost death at his own ignorance. Needless to say, Sokka and Daenerys both took these studies with absolute focus. Neither was willing to get themselves or their dragons hurt due to negligence.

Brom had also been teaching them all to feel the world around them with their minds as well as guard their minds from intrusion. He seemed to also teach Barristan, and Piandao a trick to restore their vitality. While they had not gotten younger per se they were both moving around like they were twenty years younger. They moved easier and with a surety that they seemed to lack before. When asked about this Brom stated that it was a technique that they were using as a handicap and that they young riders didn't need to know at present. It had taken a while for the young riders to realize they would get no answers. They had grumbled but relented. However even with her dragon whom she had named Rhaella, after her mother. The best thing that she had to happen to her had been when she fell asleep the first night.

{flashback}

Daenerys looked around at the Godswood she had found herself in. She didn't know how she had gotten here, or even where here was. As she gazed around, she noticed that Rhaella was standing at her feet. With a smile she reached down and picked up the tiny dragon. When she raised up, she noticed that she was no longer alone. Standing in front of her was a man so old she didn't know how he was alive. The old man looked at her, then the Dragon in her arms, then he smiled.

"You are Daenerys aren't you child?" He asked softly. She looked at him for a moment from his ancient countenance, to his black raiment. A thought struck her. "Are you. Are you Maester Aemon?"

The old man smiled serenely. "I am in fact." He said with an air of contentment. "And more than that I am you Great Uncle." They were interrupted by the sound of a wolf's howl. "A Direwolf." Aemon muttered, only to stop when the howl was echoed again and again. A group was making their way boisterously happily out of the shadows towards them in the light. As they drew near Daenerys noted the Direwolf pups beside most of them. Only the man, their father she assumed, didn't have one. Daenerys watched them swarm a small dark-haired girl with looks of relief. She also notices a dark-haired young man in strange armor, with a white pup hanging back on the outskirts of the hug. She watched as the man held out his hand for the boy.

"Jon, are you not going to hug your family?" the man asked imploringly. Daenerys noticed the young man stiffen his shoulders.

"I'm not sure," the young Man intoned. "Are they my brothers and sisters, or are they my cousins?" Daenerys noted that the older man looked pained.

"I wondered when this would finally come to light." Said a voice from behind Daenerys. She whirled around in shock to see another man clothed in black who bore striking resemblance to the Older man. He nodded to Aemon, then said "I think, Ned, that you have carried on this farce long enough."

"Benjen." The man, Ned, gasped with a pained expression. "It's too dangerous!"

"Dangerous?" The young man asked with a frown. "No, Dangerous is being set on fire by a dragon and surviving naked because I'm FIREPROOF! Now I've had a lot of time to think about this today. And I've figured something out UNCLE. I know that you aren't my father. See the only family that is fire proof is the Targaryen family. Which means you can't be my father, as there were no Targaryen women at the right age. So, for me to be of Stark and Targaryen blood there is only one possibility. I know who my parents are. What I want you to tell me, is, did my mother hate me? Did she die on her birthing bed cursing me?"

Daenerys could see the pain the young man was in when he asked this, and heard Aemon's strangled gasp at the question. She was enraptured by this poor boy, her nephew if her guess was right. She noticed the almost broken look upon Ned's face, before he surged forward and grabbed his nephew.

"She loved you! Always she loved you. And you are not the child of rape. She went willingly with him because she hated Robert. I have the papers to prove he set Elia and her children aside. They married in front of a heart tree. You are Jaeherys TARGARYEN! You are not a Snow, or a Blackfyre. You are the rightful king of the seven kingdoms. And I knew Robert would kill you if he ever found out so I hid your true parentage behind the façade of bastardry."

Daenerys felt her world tilt. She had grown up her whole life believing that Viserys was the rightful king. And that the Starks were just the Usurpers dogs. But here was the lord Stark saying he had saved a true born Targaryen babe and raised him as his own. She also noticed that this was not welcome news to the other children. Specifically, the younger dark-haired girl.

"NO!" She yelled angrily fighting tears. "He's my brother not a Targaryen. STOP LYING!" Daenerys looked at her for a moment then at her Red-haired brothers and sister, then at her nephew. Out of all of them only Jaeherys and the little girl had the stark look. It must have been lonely having only a bastard look like yourself in your household.

Then Jaeherys rushed the little girl and scooped her up. Daenerys almost wept at the sight. It had been so long since her own brother had acted with such affection towards her. She gazed at the scene in a melancholy, only to be broken out of it when Maester Aemon spoke. "Is it true?" He asked sharply stepping forward. "Is he Truly my House?" Daenerys stepped forward beside him. This caused everyone else to gasp. Ned stepped forward. "Maester Aemon?" Aemon nodded. "Is it true lord Stark? Is this boy my nephew?" Ned nodded shakily. "He is."

Daenerys rushed forward crying to grasp Jaeherys in a tight embrace, which squished Arya in betwixt them. Any further discussion was interrupted, by the arrival of other people. First from behind Ned came a woman who was obviously the mother of his children. Beside her was a small man, with a small young woman and an even smaller boy. Then from behind Jaeherys came a blue bouncing ball, and a woman dressed in long coat and trousers. And behind Daenerys came the whole of her traveling company.

"Arya!" Shouted Catelyn Stark shoving Jaeherys and Daenerys away and grasping her daughter like a lifeline. Daenerys rose to her feet pulling Rhaella into her arms.

"Lord Stark," The small man began. "What is this?"

"Lord Reed, Howland, I honestly have no idea." Ned said truthfully. This was interrupted by Saphira stepping into the clearing.

"There is magic at work here." Her voice said calmy projected throughout the clearing. "We felt your mind leave your body and have been trying to wake you little one." This seemed to stop everything in the clearing. The children looked at the huge dragon in awe. The Aemon staggered forward to face the dragon. "In all my years, I never thought to see one of your kind. I'm so pleased to be in your presence great one." He said before bowing his head to the floor.

"Lord," The woman in the trousers and over coat said in awe. "Jaimey will never believe this!" She walked up to the dragon and gaped openly. "May I please rub your scales?" Saphira eyed the woman for nodding regally. "You may." Her voice sounded throughout the clearing again. Daenerys walked over to Jaeherys.

"Um, hello nephew, I'm Daenerys Targaryen." She said softly, not noticing Sir Barristan's eyes widening at this. Jaeherys smiled softly. "I would usually say that I am Jon Snow, my lady. However, it seems that isn't so. It's a pleasure to meet you, I am Jaeherys Targaryen." This time it was Catelyn Stark that had a fit of apoplexy. "This is Ghost." Jaeherys smiled patting the silent pup at his feet. Daenerys smiled down at the pup. Then she held up the purple dragon. "This is Rhaella." Jaeherys studied the little dragon for a moment.

"The dragon that destroyed Helgen only had two back legs and two wings. Rhaella has four legs." Jaeherys said looking intently at her. This brought the clearing up short.

"Are you sure of that?" Brom asked Jaeherys skeptically. Jaeherys looked at him with a frown of annoyance. "I had a VERY good look as it tried to eat me."

Catelyn Stark glared at Jaeherys. "You see a dragon? Quit your lying, Bastard!" Daenerys watched as Jaeherys' eyes slit in anger. "I am NOT a liar, nor am I a bastard. And I will not take you abuse any longer! I refuse to bow down before your hatred and Jealously and fear. All I ever wanted was to be their brother! I knew as soon as I was old enough to understand that you would never love me, but you never treated me as ANYTHING but a blight on house Stark. I was a child! And now I'm in Skyrim, and I refuse to return to any sphere where you have influence. I will never be near you again if I can manage it. Should my Uncles or my cousins call me for help then I will help THEM. But I tell you this now Catelyn Tully. I will never lift a hand to help you. I will never offer you any bread and salt. And you will never find an Ally in me."

"Jon." Ned started to say startled. But Jaeherys just gave him a look. Daenerys supposed after facing down a dragon, nothing could scare you. "I am NOT a Snow. I'm not a Blackfyre! I am Jaeherys Targaryen and I will not take her ABUSEs anymore. It is only the fact that she is the mother of my brothers and sisters that I don't demand her head before talking to you ever again!" With that Jaeherys walked over to Aemon and began to speak with him. Daenerys walked towards Saphira only for the ground to quake. Daenerys looked around in fright clutching Saphira's leg. Daenerys watched as the world fell apart around them, before waking up with a startled cry. She was awake in the small clearing with her traveling companions with Rhaella looking around in confusion.

Daenerys had to calm down swiftly as Saphira wasn't happy. Not in the least. It took Eragon quite a while to get her calmed down. But when he finally did, everyone sat down and tried to figure out what had just happened.

"This was almost like Scrying." Eragon said with a frown. "But in dreams?"

"Dragon dreams." Daenerys said thoughtfully. Barristan gaped amazed. She looked at him. "Well, Brom said that being a rider wakes the magic inside humans. And Jaeherys came from the Targaryen and stark lines both are known to have magic. Greenseeing was a gift the Starks were known for in times past."

Barristan nodded thoughtfully. "Perhaps you are right, but we still have to travel tomorrow so you should get some sleep."

That had been the first of many meetings between the greatly displaced groups of people. Every night it seemed that when they all went to sleep, they congregated together. An interesting fact was that it seemed if you could control your magic and were near one of them you could join the dreams. This was the only explanation for why Saphira could come, and bring All of Deanerys' party along. This also worked for the girl, Arya, because the lord of the land she was in Rimuru was able to bring people in with her. The first had been a man named Syrio to talk to Lord Stark about teaching young Arya Stark water dancing. The lady Stark had thrown a fit. So, he had, reluctantly, said no. The next night things got interesting.

(Flashback)

Daenerys was happily talking to Measter Aemon about his brother Aegon the unlikely, When the Stark family arrived. She had grown to, well not like them, it had only been three days. She had come to respect Lord Stark. He risked everything to save her nephew. Then Arya Stark arrived with a young man with sand blonde hair, a long coat and a sword strapped to his hip. At least that was what she thought, until the person lit into Lady Stark. Daenerys watched as the sharply dressed young WOMAN, laid out to Lady Stark exactly how many times being able to defend herself had saved her life, and those of her crew. She then went into glaring detail about a time when her whole class of high-class heiresses had been kidnapped to be sold as pleasure slaves. She then went into the time that if she hadn't been able to fight, she would have been raped by a truly disgusting creature named Scroggs. Needless to say, Lady Stark agreed to allow Arya to learn sword play.

(flashback end)

Daenerys had to admit that she was both enjoying and hating this time period. It was decided that the safest thing to do was to get to the stronghold of the Varden. It had been a very important decision. Until Eragon started to have dreams of an elf. Then Brom had reluctantly decided that the only way to deal with this was to go in himself alone. He left at first light. After giving Ser Baristan a ring. He told them that it would give them safe passage into the Varden. He also gave Piandao a list of instruction for if he didn't come back. Then he rode out. Danaerys was afraid that he wouldn't come back.

Tyrion Lannister P.O.V.

Tyrion Awoke in a ring of guards with drawn swords. He wasn't sure what had happened or why he was here. But he was sure that he wasn't very happy with the current situation. Especially, he realized, considering that he was in chains, and his brother was slumped in a sulk against the wall.

"Jaime, why do I feel like I've spent way too much time in the bottom of a tankard?" Tyrion asked with a groan.

"Tyrion!" Jaime said bolting upright when he heard his younger brother's voice. "You're finally awake!" This caused a thread of fear to rush into Tyrion's heart. He looked at his older brother in confusion. "What do you mean Jaime? How long have I been out?" Tyrion asked low in worry. Jaime looked at him. "Tyrion you have been in and out of conscious for three days. That is three days since I woke up. And supposedly we were both unconscious two days before that." Tyrion was about to ask something else, who the door burst open. Two women burst in the room. Tyrion noticed that while one was lithe, lean and dressed in robes, the other was dressed in armor and tightly muscled. The robed woman stood to the side, while the armored woman walked around him looking at him in anger.

"Tell me why we shouldn't just kill you now?" The armored woman hissed angrily. This caught Tyrion by surprise. "But, why?" Tyrion asked completely confused by this. Tyrion noticed that this brought the woman up short. "What?!" She asked incredulous. "You killed everyone! The most holy, the mages, the templars!"

"What are you talking about?" Tyrion asked with a frown. "I don't know who any of those people are." Once again Tyrion noticed the confusion on the woman's face. "How could you not know?! How do you expect me to believe that you don't know anything about the war between The Templars and the Mages?! Have you been living under a rock?!"

"In not under." Tyrion said with his wit returning. Again, he noticed that this brought the woman up short. "What?!" She asked in confusion. "Whether my father likes it or not. I am the heir of Casterly Rock and that is where I live."

"Casterly Rock?" She asked with a frown. "And where is that? Certainly not in Orlais or Ferelden."

Tyrion looked at the woman. "Where in the seven hells are they?!"

"They are the only the two nations that we stand between now." The woman said with derision. Tyrion looked at her with a deeply thoughtful look. "I'm not going to say I completely believe that all this isn't some elaborate mummery. "I will ask does this have anything to do with that blue floating man?"

"Casandra." The robed woman said with a firm voice. "We need to get him to the temple." Cassandra nodded before pulling Tyrion to his feet and unclasping the irons on his wrists. Jaime stood up and offered her his wrists. She looked at him dubiously.

"He is my younger brother. If you plan on taking him somewhere, then I must go at his side." Jaime told her pushing his wrists towards her again. She looked him over with a frown. "Fine but you'll not be getting back your sword." She finally relented. Jaime looked pained at this but after a moment he nodded in relent. "I accept that parole." He said formally. Cassandra looked at him for some sign of trickery, before deciding there was none. She then turned to the other woman and spoke. "Go on ahead Leliana I shall take them to the forward camp." Leliana nodded before leaving the dungeon. Tyrion watched her go with no small amount of trepidation. Tyrion looked at Jaime with a look of puzzlement. "So, brother what shall we do?"

"Well, I suppose there is nothing to it." Jaime said with a wry smile. "We go forward little brother."