Red Lion Amongst the Direwolves

Magi X Game of Thrones

Crossover

OC

Summary: Megara was a slave before Muu Alexius freed her. Since she is too young to join the troops, she stays behind and train hard to become a great warrior. Her dream is to become a part of Muu's Household. Life is peaceful until a failed experiment blast her away to another world. Eddard Stark found her and took her in. Let's see how the game turns out with a Fanalis joining the fray...

Disclaimer: I do not own either of the series. Each of them belong to their respective creators

Warning: OCs, grammar errors, typos

CHAPTER 6

Everyone have gathered at the courtyard, waiting for the royal party to arrive. Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn stood on the very front, along with their true born children, his half siblings. Jon stood behind them, flanked by Theon and Megara. Guards have lined up outside of the walls and their servants stood behind them. It's almost as like every living soul in Winterfell have gathered to welcome the king. Everyone except their dire wolves and the animals reside in the castle.

Lady Catelyn looks around. "Where's Arya? Sansa, where's your sister?" Sansa merely shrugged. Knowing his little sister, Arya must be already outside of the gates, wanting to get the first look of the king. It was when they can hear the sound of the horses coming Arya appears. Jon hold back a chuckle when Lord Eddard gently scold her while removing a helmet off her head. The first to enter the gates is a knight in white armour and cape. A Kingsguard. Followed by a young boy with golden hair and red cloak and a man with hound shaped helmet. After a large red wheelhouse, a huge man flanked by two Kingsguard members appear. Lord Eddard drop to his knees, followed by the rest of them. That must be the king. When he stood up again, they followed.

Lord Eddard greet the king first. "Your Grace. Winterfell is yours."

"You got fat" Jon looks on in disbelief at what the king just said. There is an awkward pause as everyone looked on until laughters filled the air. His father and king exchange a hug while they are still laughing. "Cat!" King Robert pulled Lady Catelyn to a hug. He ruffled Rickon's hair. "Nine years since I've last seen you! Where the hell have you been?"

"Guarding the north for you, Your Grace. Winterfell is yours." Lord Eddard said.

The king nod before shifting his attention. "And what do we have here?" He offer his hand to Robb. "You must be Robb" He moves on to Sansa "My, you're a pretty one" He paused at Arya and bow down to her level. "And your name is?"

"Arya" His sister answered.

The king smiled at that. Last and not least, he looked at Bran. "Show me your muscles" Bran lift an arm and flex, earning a chuckle from King Robert. "You'll be a soldier." Even though his back is facing him, Jon know that Bran is smiling right now. Arya points out Jaime Lannister who have dismounted from his horse. Sansa scolded her in a low voice. The queen is now approaching them. Lord Eddard kissed her hand and Lady Catelyn bow before her. Jon noted that she looked haughty. Next to him, Megara is tiptoeing. She is shorter than Sansa despite both eleven years old.

King Robert turn to Lord Eddard once more. "Take me to your crypt. I want to pay my respects."

The queen interrupts "My love, we've been riding for a month. Surely the dead can wait."

"Ned" He ignores her. Lord Eddard follows the king, leaving them in even more awkwardness. Megara looked at Jon, giving him a look that says 'Did that just happened?'

Honestly? Jon find all of this surreal.

The Great Hall of Winterfell is heavy with the scent of roasted meat and fresh baked bread. Its walls were draped with the banners of three houses; Stark, Baratheon and Lannister. Laughters filled the hall, accompanied by the clatters of forks and knives, the singings of the musicians, and the subtle crackle from the fire. However Jon barely hear it because he is outside at the moment, practising with a dummy. All by himself. His half siblings are inside, partaking in the welcoming feast.

"Is he dead yet?"

Jon turned around to see who it is. "Uncle Benjen!" His uncle laugh as they approach each other. The stableboy take his horse away.

"You've got bigger!" He pulled him to a hug. "Rode all day. Didn't want to leave you alone with the Lannisters. Thought I'll find you in the feast."

"Lady Stark thought it would be insulting to the royal family if a bastard seat amongst them." Jon said flatly.

"Well, you'll always be welcomed at the Wall. No bastard ever refused to see that."

"So take me with you when you go back"

"Jon-"

Jon is not done yet. "Father would let me if you ask him! I know he will"

Uncle Benjen studied him carefully. "The Wall isn't going anywhere."

"I'm ready to swear your oath." He insisted. His uncle can only chuckle.

"You don't understand what you're giving up. We have no families. None of us will ever father sons."

"I don't care about that!" Jon have thought this long and hard. Robb will someday be Lord of Winterfell. His half sisters will leave their home to join their husbands' house and be mistress of their castle. Bran will grow up to be a knight or be Robb's banner men along with Rickon. But what choice does a bastard like him have? He is a Snow.

"You might, if you knew what it meant." Their conversation is interrupted by the sound of plate shattering and laughter that follows after. "I better get inside, rescue his father from his guests." Uncle Benjen grab hold of his arms. "We'll talk later." He give him one more stern look before heading inside.

Jon picked up his sword and about to hit the dummy again when a new voice call him out. "You know, just because you are not allowed to be inside doesn't mean you can't eat." Jon whirled around to see Megara walking towards him, holding two plate filled with food. She handed him one plate. "Help me not get all these food get wasted." Megara take a bite on her bread. Wordlessly Jon put down his sword and start eating as well. They eat in silence before Megara speaking up again. "You can go to Essos, go on an adventure and perhaps get married there."

"You heard me talking to Uncle Benjen, didn't you?" He sighed. "And be careful. Lady Stark won't approve you soiled your dress with gravy." It's just a simple lilac dress but Lady Stark and Sansa won't approve if Megara got it dirty.

"A bit" She admitted. "And your uncle is right. You don't know what you're missing out. All boys I know thirst for glory in battle and impressing girls. Some just want to get their hands on a sword and shed blood. Well, you'll get to kill Wildings if you go to the Wall."

"Wildlings." Jon corrected her. "It's a great honour to serve in the Night's Watch."

Megara looked at him strangely. "But you'll be leaving your family and friends here."

"I'm a bastard. A Snow. I will never be fully accepted." Robb and Arya maybe don't care but Lady Stark certainly is.

Megara studies him. "Let me tell you a story then." She leaned to the fence. "My big brother once told me about our tribe's homeland. The Fanalis homeland. It is said to be at the very edge of the world. Not Beyond the Wall, mind you. In order to get there, you must pass a valley. The valley is so big and deep that the sunlight can't even reach the bottom. It is as black as the night, even though the sun is up. No one can tell how deep it is. Once you reach the bottom, if it's even possible, you can't even see anything. You can just blindly walking for days, until your food and water run out. Until the soles of your feet bleed. Until you are in brink of death. There are no guarantee that you'll reach the other side. Maybe you'll already dead and you don't know it. But my brother... He... He actually reach the other side." She bit her lip. Jon can see that she's fighting back her tear. "His yearning for our brethren won. He actually reached the other side. My brother said... Something changed within him... No... He really changed. He is no longer running with his two legs. He's running with four legs. His skin become like steel and turn crimson red. He become a beast. That beast like form is our true form. And that's when he saw it... Fanalis' homeland."

Something in her eyes changes, Jon noted. Her story sounds like Old Nan's tales but Megara sincerely believe it. She is not joking. "What did your brother see...?" Jon asked.

"A world so savage... Yet so dear it hurt" Megara clutched her heart. "Red beasts either on their four feet or standing with their hind legs... They ride giant fish that swim in air instead of water. Trees even taller than the weirwood looming over them. The sun shining down over fields of mushrooms... That is our home. That is our true selves. Not our human body. We are not human. We are... Fanalis." She take a deep breath. "A wizard brought back my brother to the other side. To the human side. He said to my brother. 'Now that you you know your true self, you will live with this lingering feeling for the rest of your life. If you really want to go to the other side, then be ready to say farewell to everything you have here. You are still too young for that, Muu...' He was your age when he decided to look for the other side."

Jon didn't know since when, but he has been holding his breath. As weird as the story sounds, Jon can't deny that they have certain... pull in them. He wonders if this is what the North meant for the Starks. Megara closes her eyes. She inhale the night's cool air before opening them again. "One day I'm going there. To our true home. But for now, there are still things for me to do on this side."

"How many of your brethren on this side who hear that story and leave?" Jon asked, curious.

Megara smiles at him. "None of them. We all stayed to finish our lives on this side before moving on. I stayed behind for my brothers and sisters. I stayed behind to forge my own path. I stayed behind for myself... When I am ready, I will say farewell to this side."

"Are you telling me to not go to the Wall?"

"No, I'm telling you to think about this long and hard. Again." Megara finished the rest of her food. "I'm heading back inside... Arya will be feeling playful any moment now. Better keep an eye on her before she play a prank on Sansa." She finish her food quicker than any girl would, leaving an almost clean plate. Jon wonder how her dress can still be clean at such speed. "See you" Megara give him one last smile before heading inside.

Jon stared at her back when he hear someone else approaching.

"That is certainly an interesting tale" He turned around to see Tyrion Lannister waddling towards him. He take a chug from a wine skin before fully looking at him. "You're uncle is in the Night's Watch."

"What are you doing back there?" Jon really don't notice his presence earlier.

"Preparing for a night with your family." He take another chug from his skin. "I've always wanted to see the Wall."

"You're Tyrion Lannister, the queen's brother?" It felt weird for Jon to tower him, since he have higher standing than him.

"My greatest accomplishment," Tyrion said. "And you. You're Ned Stark's bastard aren't you?" Jon felt cold. He pressed his lips and walk away.

"Did I offend you? Sorry" The dwarf doesn't sound apologetic. "You are the bastard though"

"Lord Eddard Stark is my father," Jon turned around to face him again.

"And Lady Stark is not your mother, making you a bastard." He said the last word in a lower voice. "Let me give you some advice, bastard" Tyrion Lannister approach him. "Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like an armour and it can't never be used to hurt you."

"The hell what you know about being a bastard?!" Jon asked, angry.

The dwarf stopped on his tracks. "All dwarves are bastards in their father's eyes."

Now that the king and the royal family is staying here, they must be on their best behaviour; and best appearance yet. As soon as the news of the royal family coming to Winterfell, Sansa has been fretting. She talked about the prince, the queen and princess, the dresses and everything related to the South. Sansa's antic reminds her a bit of Big Sister Myron actually. Megara have no doubt that the two of them will get along well. Arya too, though she will bond quickly with the other Fanalis who is not as into high class as Big Sis Myron. The boys will no doubt get along with Big Brother Muu. How she missed them...

For the occasion, Megara put on her best dresses yet. A lilac dress with Northern collar for the first day. She would prefer to wear red, yellow or white but it won't do to take attention away from Sansa. They are both redheads so they are easy to stand out. As the first daughter of Lord Stark, Sansa must stand out more. Not that Megara mind being in the background. Today she is wearing a muted green dress. It complement her hair nicely.

The royal family is an amusing bunch. King Robert Baratheon is fat and loud, reminding her of some nobles back home. Queen Cersei have all of Reim's classic beauty standard, shapely and tall figure with luscious golden hair and a pair of jade eyes. The royal children takes after their mother more than their father. Queen Cersei's twin brother, Jaime Lannister, is like the male version of the queen. Of course, they are twins. Their younger brother Tyrion Lannister, also known as the 'Imp' is the most interesting of the bunch. In terms of looks that is. Megara don't really think much of dwarves really. What right does a Fanalis have to comment about others? Dwarves maybe considered as beasts in this world but Megara knows other beasts. The dangerous ones. She's one of them after all.

When Lord Eddard told them that there will be betrothal between Sansa and the crown prince, her friend is ecstatic. Megara honestly never seen Sansa this excited. It reminds her of the ladies going crazy over Big Bro Muu and the gladiators. Joffrey is handsome. But he have the same air of arrogance that Prince Nerva Julius Caluades. Princess Myrcella and Princess Tommen are nice enough though.

Since she have dropped sewing lessons, Megara spend less time with Princess Myrcella. Arya doesn't seem to mind the princess much but it's clear that she rather join her than to be stuck with Septa Mordane and Sansa. Having nothing better to do, Megara wonders around. Usually the boys are practicing in the yard when the girls are having sewing lessons, so Megara went there. Along the way, her sharp hearing picks up a conversation.

"Who will go another round?" It sounds like Rodrik Cassel. Oh, they must be having rounds.

Then she hears Prince Joffrey's voice. "This is a game for children, Ser Rodrik."

"You are children," Theon barked derisively.

"You lot may be children," Joffrey retorted back, sounding very arrogant and condescending. "I am a prince and I grow tired of swatting at Starks with a play sword."

"You got more swats than you gave, Joff," Robb retorted. "Are you afraid of going up against me?"

"Oh, terrified. You're so much older." the prince replied mockingly, causing some of the Lannister men to laugh.

"What's going on?" Megara come up under Jon and Arya (she must have snuck out from sewing lesson). The two of them are sitting on a window sill. Robb looked more disgruntled by the second.

"Joffrey is being a little shit," Jon answered, watching the scene closely.

"What are you suggesting?" Ser Rodrik asked the prince, stroking his white beard.

"Live steel."

"Done," Robb shot back at once. "You'll be sorry!"

Ser Rodrik put a hand on Robb's shoulder in order to calm him down. "Live steel is too dangerous. I will permit you tourney swords, with blunted edges."

A tall knight with black hair and burned face pushed forward. If he's a bit more taller, he'll rival Lo'lo in terms of scary face. "This is your prince. Who are you to tell him he may not have an edge on his sword, ser?"

"Master-at-arms of Winterfell, Clegane, and you would do well not to forget it" Ser Rodrik replied back.

"Are you training women here?" The Hound asked. Megara noted how muscled he is, not that he's as muscled as her brethren.

"I am training knights," Ser Rodrick said evenly. "They will have steel when they are ready."

"How old are you, boy?" The burned man turned to Robb.

"Fourteen," Robb said.

"I killed a man at twelve. You can be sure it was not with a blunt sword." With that face, she don't doubt it.

Robb stiffened at that. His pride wounded. "Let me do it," he asked of Ser Rodrik. "I can beat him."

"Beat him with a tourney blade, then," Ser Rodrik insisted.

Joffrey shrugged. "Come and see me when you're older, Stark. If you're not too old." Some of the Lannister men laughed at that. Megara frowned at that. That boy reminded her too much of particular nobles back home. Fanalis have fearsome reputation so it's kinda justified... But Robb and Joffrey are both normal. Just different title. Both dressed like a proper soldier but Joffrey's is more like for show, with all those embroideries. Before Robb can spit out curses, Megara leave her spot and approach the gathered boys and men.

"What's going on?" She said it out loud, grabbing many people's attention, including Joffrey. One look at her and he start to sneer.

"Go away. This is not women's play. Then again, the Starks are children. Maybe they'll let you join in their frolics." Theon have to restrain Robb from attacking the prince. The men who laughed earlier snickers at her.

"Men of the North are celebrated for their valor by those who have crossed swords with them. Same goes to Dornish men as well. It is" Megara looked straight at Joffrey. "Do you have your father's valour, prince?"

Joffrey's face went red. Megara can hear someone snickering. Then he start to sneer again. "I've heard about you. You were once a slave. That certainly explains your idiocy, on top of being a girl."

"Well, this former slave survived Essos and the wilderness of the North. As well as learning the Common Tongue in less than a year. Well, that is nothing compared to a prince living a pampered life in the South with servants combing his mane and cut his claws."

This time more than one person snorts. Joffrey's nostrils flare. His wormy lips curled to an ugly pout. "You can't talk to me like that. I'm the prince!"

"And a child. Yet I've seen boys younger than twelve killed men in the fighting pit. Why don't you show us all what the son of Robert Baratheon is capable off?"

Joffrey glares at her. "Sword!" Ser Rodrik cautiously handed him a blunted edge sword. The prince didn't comment on it, most likely too angry to notice. Theon let go of Robb and Jory pull her away as everyone give the two boys their space. Robb glanced her way before turning to face Joffrey. The prince sneers at him. Everyone watches in anticipation as the two move in circles before Joffrey attack first. Robb parried it, as well as his next attacks. When Joffrey thrust his sword, Robb move to the side and found an opening. He slams the back of his sword to Joffrey's chest, forcing him to take a few steps back. Joffrey slashes at him in retaliation. Robb ward off his blow and manage to land a kick on his stomach. Joffrey did a double take. However his feet staggers and he fell down rather nastily. He ended up falling into mud. As if gods are being playful today, Joffrey slipped again when he tries to stand up. Now his hair and face got caked in mud.

Laughters break out once again, this time from the Starks. Even the burned man looked amused. Megara giggles while Theon is holding his sides. Robb can't help but grin. She also can hear Arya laughing out loud. Joffrey managed to stand up straight this time, face as red as Lannister's crimson. "Tommen! We're going!" His brother stifle a giggle before following him.

When the laughter dies down, Robb walked to Megara. "That was rather stupid of you, taunting the prince."

"Are you mad at me?"

Robb can't contain his grin. "No but my parents will surely hear about this. So are the king and queen."

"I doubt the king will be that displeased. At least his son now knows of the North's valour."

Robb grins some more, before turning puzzled. "Is it true that they put children in fighting pits?"

"In more ways than one" Megara don't bother softening her tone. "Sometimes they'll feed the children and the sick to the lions and giant apes. Many people pays money to watch others get eaten you know."

Lord Eddard and Robb have left to join the king's hunting party. Megara managed to catch a glimpse of them before they are leaving. She thanked the gods for that. With so many people around, it's not even safe for her to 'play' during nightfall. If Lannister men saw her, they'll alert the king, or worse, the queen. Word travel fast. Everyone in the castle already know about Joffrey's defeat in Robb's hands. Or rather, his 'glorious' falling. The prince must have told his mother about her, since Queen Cersei glares at her when Megara passed her this morning in front of the Great Hall. It won't be wise to show her face in front of the royal family. And Lady Catelyn.

So she follows Bran around today. He and his sisters will be leaving to King's Landing. Lord Eddard have accepted the position Hand of the King. Arya is not particularly pleased with the arrangement, since that means she will be leaving Winterfell. She protest out loud when Lady Catelyn informed her that she won't be coming. Jeyne Poole is going so why not Megara as well? But Megara know full well why.

They want to keep an eye on her.

Monster strength aside, she have caused trouble with the crown prince. Lady Catelyn must think it's not wise to send her to King's Landing, where so many nobles about. It's not like Megara can't behave like a lady but she doubt that she can keep herself in check around Joffrey. Still, if Lady Catelyn permit her, Megara can just run to King's Landing. It would only take a few days top. It would be funny to see the look on Arya's face if she popped up out of nowhere. Megara giggles at the mental image.

Still, it's sad that Arya will be leaving so soon. Her friend have spend the entire day going around the castle, saying farewell to the castle's residents. To Mikken down at the forge, to Hodor, to Old Nan, to the kitchen and so forth. Sansa is in her room, selecting which dresses she should bring to the capital. Rickon is sulking because no one is around to play with him, so Megara decide to keep him company.

"Everyone is leaving. I don't want them leaving!" He kicked a rock. His tiny hand grabbing her fingers tightly.

"It's not for life, Rickon" Megara said to him softly. "They'll come back. And you can visit them anytime. With Robb and Lady Catelyn."

"But Father said there must be a Stark in Winterfell," Rickon looked up to her curiously.

"That's right. Maybe you'll take turns with Robb?" Megara suggests. "The time you all be reunited once again will come."

Rickon hung down his head. "I still don't want them to go."

Megara says nothing, knowing that the 3 year old won't listen. Rickon's dire wolf, Shaggydog, suddenly running ahead of them. She looked up to see him greeting Bran's (still unnamed) direwolf. It was then she realised that they've reached the Broken Tower. They looked up to see Bran in the middle of climbing.

"Bran!" Rickon shouts but it didn't quite reach Bran's ear.

"Hush. You'll surprise Bran and he might fall" She gently said to him. Rickon fell silent. Bran is skilled but she don't want to take any chances. They watch Bran climb higher and higher, until Bran reach the windowsill. Megara gasps when Bran seemingly lose his footing but a hand shot out to grab him. Wait, someone is there? Rickon gasps loudly when Bran suddenly fall but Megara saw it clearly. The same hand have pushed him. She let go of Rickon's hand to run up the tower. Rickon gasps again, this time in surprise.

Megara readily catch Bran. That was the easy part. The problem is, Bran fell unconscious, most likely from shock and fear. Rickon's eyes are wide with fear. "Bran? Bran?" He shakes Bran's arm as she lay him down on the ground. The direwolves pups are whining. She looked up to the tower. Her eyes narrowed as she saw someone peering down from the window.

A male. Blonde and green eyes. She recognise him immediately.

Jaime Lannister. The one who they call the Kingslayer.

I'M SORRY I POST THE WRONG FILE BEFORE. THIS IS THE CORRECT FILE! I'M SO SORRY!

I will be using scenes from both books and TV series so please don't be alarmed. The characters' age will be based from the books.

I honestly want to see Robb and Joffrey fight. If Arya is able to beat Joffrey that easily, Robb will pretty much wipe him out. Sorry if the fighting scene is not that epic. Action is not my genre.

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