Chapter five: How could get this even worse?

Geralt drunk a fifth horn of beer, when he heard cries of horror. He turned and saw another portal. The White Wolf rushed to it and stood in before it. He heard the thing before it stepped through the portal. It was a big green insectoid. 'Fuck!' the witcher thought. "This is a koshchey!" Dandelion shouted and fainted. Sansa fainted a second later. Geralt used the Yrden Sign to slow the big bastard down.

His parents fought with it, but they had a former soldier with them. He never let his eyes travel from the monster. "Escort everyone from here!" Geralt said loudly to the nearest guards. They nodded and started with evacuation. "Jon, you too!" the witcher continued. "This thing is one of the most dangerous foes from my world. It can be overwhelmed by a single witcher or two soldiers and a witch."

But, the hidden Targaryen stood at his place. Suddenly, Geralt yelled and rushed with his silver sword at the mutated insect. It was still fast as hell so, the witcher rolled away. Geralt used Aard Sign, but it had almost none effect. This koshchey was created to withstand the Signs and kill all possible people. Geralt tried to tire it out by circling around and sometimes slashing in its direction.

Again it had no effect. Avallac'h made sure to make that mutant as invincible as possible. Jon only stared at the thing with an opened mouth. 'Only if Villentretenmerth or Regis were there to help me.' the witcher thought and dodged another attack. His thought seemed to have effect, because the portal shined with more light and a golden dragon showed up. 'I was wondering, where you were my friend. That elven mage opened two portals, that led to the same location so, I used part of my powers to get here.' Villentretenmerth announced and clawed the koshchey from behind.

Geralt smiled a bit, because his and Dandelion's ticket to their own world showed up in the last second. "Borch, you never knew, how I am hating portals, but if you could get me and Dandelion back to our world, it would be fine to use one." the White Wolf announced. The golden dragon changed into his human form and smiled back, but sadly. "We must wait for the magic to regenerate enough to do this. It will take years at best." Borch Three Jackdaws answered.

Geralt looked at the sky, the dying koshchey and back at his dragon friend. "Fuck." was the only word, that the witcher could say for now. Yep, he was stuck there and without ingredients to create his potions to face another challenges, that will Avallac'h send at him.

Meanwhile in Vaes Dothrak…

Dany looked at her husband again. Drogo was protective, when it came to her. Viserys looked more mad, than he ever did before. Now, he was constantly shaking, when he was sitting on a chair and babbling something about fire and traitors. His eyes were moving on their own. Dany was scared from her brother more, than she did with the Crones in the 'palace' in the center f the only city of Dothraki.

She looked around. Viserys was again drinking with his drinking buddies outside. Suddenly, he rushed into her and Drogo's 'mansion' with his sword drawn. Dany froze in place. Viserys was completely drunk. "You bitch! It seems, that your cunt is making that savage staying here instead of travelling to Pentos and from there to our kingdom! I'll cut that bastard out from your belly and get there a pureblood dragonling!" he shouted. Ser Jorah was worried, but he translated the words to Drogo.

Her husband immediately nodded to his bloodriders. They smiled and jumped at Viserys. He tried to defend himself with the sword, but the bloodriders disarmed him quickly and grabbed his hands so, he can't move. Drogo went to the nearest cauldron, emptied it and tossed in it his golden belt. Dany watched her husband slowly melting the gold. After several minutes, he finally took the cauldron.

"Crown!" he beamed. "Crown for the king from the Cart!" And with that, Drogo put the cauldron on Viserys' head. Her brother made an inhuman scream and his legs were drumming on the ground. The scream fade away and the legs grew limb. 'He was not a dragon. Dragon can't be killed by fire.' Dany thought and forced herself to look at the dead body without letting one tear to fall from her eyes.

Back at King's Landing...

Dandelion woke up in a comfy bed. He saw the old maester Pycelle and lord Stark debating about something. "I never expected to see you again." a familiar voice announced behind him. Dandelion turned and saw Villentretenmerth with Geralt and the bastard of Winterfell. "Without ser Borch, our chances to kill the magically enchanted koshchey would be minimal." Geralt said to lord Stark.

The Hand of the king nodded. "I felt a death just a second before you woke up." Villentretenmerth announced quietly. "This world is a primitive one. They are using blood magic everywhere." the golden dragon continued. "And we must prepare ourselves to fight with assassins, that will be send in future by Avallac'h." Geralt continued with ignoring the bard. This angered Dandelion a bit.

"That koshchey was filled with ingredients needed to create loads of Swallows. This means, that Avallac'h made it from a normal spider and some plants." Villentretenmerth whispered to Dandelion. Jon was just getting more impatient by the second. Finally, the maester went from the room and the bastard of Winterfell seemed to get less nervous after that.

"In the dream, that I got, a back dragon egg was calling for me. Geralt deduced from it, that I have a bit of Targ blood in my veins." Jon announced. Dandelion, Sansa and lord Stark shot a surprised look at the bastard of Winterfell. 'Well, this could be a solid material for a funny song about old stag getting fooled by a being, that is half wolf and half dragon.' Julian de Lettenhove thought. "No songs about the tourney, Dandelion." Geralt warned with a cold and menacing voice. The bard nodded and tried to sleep, but he saw, that Geralt grabbed the last pages of their second book. "Half of it is a lie. Ciri escaped from Cintra without help and found the druids. Cahir will be in fourth of fifth book introduced. Not now." Geralt and even Villentretenmerth announced.

Dandelion shot an angry stare at them and tried again to sleep. The golden dragon and witcher let him sleep and went from the room alongside lord Stark and Jon Snow.

Geralt went to his chamber, that the king gave him, when it attacked. The witcher sidestepped and saw a bruxa. "Fuck." he muttered and grabbed his silver sword, that was on the nearest thing in the room: chair. The vampire saw the silver blade and danced away from it without showing fear.

"You are probably a new bruxa, because your kind blindly attack, when they see this blade. It killed more than dozen from your kind." Geralt announced. The vampire looked at him. "I was warned by a friend about this blade." she said. "More like a bastard elven mage, that uses anything to stop Ciri from destroying the White Frost." the White Wolf countered.

The bruxa was ultimately in love with Avallac'h, because her reaction was rushing at the witcher and preparing to scream at him at a point-blank range. Geralt only tossed his sword at her with a butcher's precise. The silver sword stopped with its crossguard touching the bruxa's chest. The witcher grabbed the dead body, drew the sword from it and tossed the dead vampire to the streets below.

Geralt found a red piece of clothing and used it to clean the sword. After that, he took off his armor and changed into his 'sleeping attires' (Yen called the clothes like that) with a smirk on his face. And he lied down to his new (and too much comfy) bed. Geralt was so exhausted, that he slept in three minutes like a striga after her feast.

Author's notes:

I actually planned to fuse this into one chapter with chapter 4, but I decided otherwise. Also, I am surprised with your support of this work, even if it isn't a common xover.

See ya later!