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

Notes: There will be mixes of scenes from the book and TV series

CHAPTER 15

Lord Eddard will be attending the Hand's tourney today. He finally relents to Sansa's (and Megara suspect Robert's) plea. It's good that Sansa is warming up to her father now. She have been so upset with him since the whole ordeal back in the kingsroad. Of course, it might be just because of her excitement for tourneys but hey. Father and daughter bonding time are always appreciated. Not that Megara knows anything about having a father.

Since Lord Eddard will be attending, Megara too will attend. She did promise him after all (and take a break from mappings). She will be blend in with the crowd, watching from the sidelines along with the smallfolk. Megara wear her most decent dress. The cleanest one. It's just a simple grey cotton dress with short sleeves. Perfect for the climate in King's Landing. It's inconspicuous as well. Megara know for sure that she will see some of the 'little birds'. Once in a while, she will cross path with one in the secret roads. Of course she won't let any of them notice her presence but this is the first time she will meet some of them face to face. She remember their scents so it will be easy to discern who are the spies.

Lord Eddard went to a tent where Ser Barristan stand guard. She heard that the tent house a corpse. A young knight who unfortunately got killed by his opponent. The monstrous Mountain that Rides. The knight was only a couple years older than Robb and Jon. Maybe slightly younger than Theon. It was said that he served the previous Hand before his death. The adults back at her home said to leave no stone unturned, but you can't exactly interrogate the dead. This teenage boy is merely a small fry. Still, it is magnanimous for a living legend such as Ser Barristan to stand vigil for a greenhorn.

After paying his respects to the boy, Lord Eddard went to meet the king next. The king is currently inside one of the many tents erected near the tourney grounds. Apparently he want to join the tourney... Megara have heard of his reputation. Robert Baratheon and his hammer. It will be interesting to see if he still have that fighting skills in him. After all these years... He would need a strong horse to carry his weight. Then again, some great warriors are leaning to the heavy side. A couple of bandits Megara have encountered when she was a slave were fat. A frantic looking blond rush out from the king's tent, holding a breastplate. She recognise him as the Lannister squired for the King. Megara don't quite remember his name though.

Meanwhile amongst the audience, Megara spotted Sansa and Septa Mordane. Arya is nowhere to be found. The younger Stark girl is most likely dancing with her instructor. Behind Sansa, Grand Maester Pycelle and Littlefinger are seated. The row above them, Renly Baratheon. Thanks to her Fanalis vision, it didn't miss to Megara that Littlefinger is giving strange looks to Sansa. The slimy smelling bastard better not touch her. Or Megara will knock out every tooth he has, throw him from the highest tower, catch him, dump him to the foulest smelling shit. Finally, she will play a melody from his bones.

Everyone who messes with the Starks, messes with her.

A feminine looking boy in green armour rode to Sansa. Megara recognise him as a Tyrell, judging from the golden roses on his armour. He present to Sansa a red rose. Sansa swooned at the sight of him, just like Reim girls to gladiators. Why wouldn't she? This Tyrell boy is something straight out from the books and songs. Handsome and gallant. A knight in shining armour riding a white horse. Really, he's too good to be true. Still, a small part of her wish that Sansa will be completely smitten with Tyrell. Enough to forget about Joffrey. Like, seriously. Joffrey?

A huge figure riding an equally huge horse approach the king's podium. Judging from his towering height, this knight can only be Gregor Clegane. The one whom they call the Mountain That Rides. Sandor Clegane shot him a look of dislike from his spot. The space between the queen's seat (which is empty) and Joffrey's. Tyrell get closer to the podium to give his respects to the king. Clegane's steed suddenly roused. Clegane suddenly have difficulty in controlling his mount. What's gotten into it? When both contestants reach the end of the designated ground, squires handed them their shield and lance. Both shields painted in the colours of each respective houses. Clegane's sigil is three black hounds on yellow field. Huh, no wonder Sandor is called the Hound.

Both warriors ready themselves. The horses simultaneously took off (though Megara found their speed to be slow). Sansa is watching with a restless expression. Lord Eddard hold her hand tightly to calm her down as they watched.

SMACK

Tyrell's lance destroyed Clegane's shield. But it was what happened next that cause everyone to gasp. Clegane's black steed fell. It's not quite the same as unhorsing but! The crowd's gasps turn to cheers as Clegane pitifully rolls in dirt before standing up. The sun bask on Tyrell, making him literally shining thanks to his armour. A painting worthy moment. That thought is pushed when Megara notice Littlefinger place a hand on Sansa's shoulder to catch her attention. Lord Eddard noticed this. He openly glare at the whoremonger, in which Littlefinger took the hint and back off. Good, he better stay away from Sansa. Sansa better take a bath after this to get rid of his slimy smell.

"Sword!"

Megara turn her gaze away from the Starks to see a squire running to Clegane. He handed him a big sword. Clegane unsheathed his sword and-

The cheers turn to horrified gasps when Clegane chop off his horse's head. Panic flash across everyone's face when the man made his way to Tyrell. Tyrell's proud smile is replaced with a frown as he lift his shield. However the Clegane is too strong for him. The blow from his swing is enough to unhorse him. Megara stood her ground, knowing that she will risk her cover if she goes to help Tyrell. But Lord Eddard- somehow- sees her amongst the crowd. He shot her pleading look, silently asking her to help the poor boy. Megara is about to move when she spot the Hound moving. She halted in her step. Perfect timing.

The Hound already pull out his sword. He jumped between his brother and Tyrell. Swords clashes between brothers. The joust have turned to a sword fight. Blow after blow, neither brother relents. Joffrey watches on with excitement, contrasting his siblings' horrified look. What an ass. No one dared to stop the fight. Kingsguard stood perfectly still on their spots. Other guards hesitates between interfering or stay in their position. Many choose the latter due to the vast differences in combat skill. Tyrell who have got back to his feet hesitates as well. This fight will go on until someone's head got chopped off.

Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly), it was Robert who broke the fight.

"STOP THIS MADNESS IN THE NAME OF YOUR KING!"

At his command, Sandor swiftly (not to mention smoothly) sink to his knees. He dodges his brother's swing while doing so. The older Clegane angrily throw his sword to the ground. The king give him a look, daring him. Even with his face red from anger and embarrassment, Gregor Clegane have enough sense not to push his luck here. He angrily stomped his way out. The crowd hastily parted to make way for him. Joffrey sit back on his chair, looking disappointed.

So that's the Mountain that Rides..? Psssh he's nothing special! There's a lot of men back in her world that have similar physical characteristics as he is. Heck, Gregor Clegane's physique is the standard for Fanalis men! And his strength…? Don't make her laugh. Megara doubt he will last long in the gladiator fights. Not against the beasts and Yambala tribe. And don't get her started with Big Brother Muu. Gregor Clegane have a mean look on his face, and a temper to boot. Megara will admit that.

Sandor Clegane rose to his feet. Tyrell cautiously approach the older man. He grab his wrist and raise his hand to the arm. Everyone roars and claps. Even Sansa stood up and clap. Everyone, particularly Renly Baratheon looks immensely relieved. Myrcella joined in the clapping. Ser Barristan give Sandor approving smile. Since their back is facing her, Megara can't tell what kind of face Sandor make.

Despite his gruffness (add the fact that they never exchange a word to each other), Sandor Clegane is warming up to her.

"What do you think of Gregor Clegane, child?" Lord Eddard ask her that evening. Megara is having her dinner. A thick soup of barley and venison, sweetbread, and baked apples. It's the leftovers from tonight's feast but who's complaining?

"He's mean," She said simply. He beheaded his stallion in rage. Clearly not an animal lover. Megara isn't big on horses. They are not as fast as Fanalis buy hey, they're useful.

"And strong," Lord Eddard adds, "He is one of the strongest warrior in Westeros."

Megara merely shrugs, "There are a lot of non Fanalis warriors with similar strength. My brother will only need a quarter of time that I need to beat him up. But if you said that Gregor Clegane is your strongest… Westeros have low standards compared to my home. Sorry about that my lord." She quickly add when she saw the worried look on his face. But it's the truth. She doubt that Gregor Clegane would last that long in gladiator fights. Okay, the Mountain might survive that long. But against the beasts and warriors like Yambala and her brother? They will cut him down faster before anyone finish their snack.

"If your empire decide to invade the Seven Kingdoms…" A look of horror flash in his eyes before Lord Eddard collect himself.

"Nah, Westeros is too far," Megara lick her lips, "Waaay too far." But that won't stop her from coming home. "Putting aside the fact that my home is perfectly capable to wipe you out, any new information?"

Lord Eddard let out a heavy sigh. "Not much. The boy who died- Ser Hugh- was Jon's squire, yes. But I don't have the chance to talk to him before..." The words went unspoken. "His body and armours are being sent to his mother back in the Vale as we speak. What about you?"

"The maps are not done yet. Red Keep is larger than they appear. Varys at least have the sense to make all the maps of the routes he knows. I know because he at least have a dozen maps of Red Keep alone but mine can reach the number 50."

Lord Eddard frowned. "That's quite a lot."

"Not to mention some of them are impassable for people with your height." Megara pick up the baked apple. "Arya might stumble upon one these days. You know how adventurous she could be. I overhear Syrio Forrel telling her that they will be moving on to catching cats."

The lord frown some more. "Should I get a new teacher for her?"

"Oh milord," Megara roll her eyes. "Arya will chase after him if you did that. She love her lessons. She love Syrio Forrel. Not that kind of love but still. Anyone else will hold themselves back when training your daughter. Or they will take the job just for the money and make a fool out of Arya with bogus teachings. Syrio Forrel is earnest in his teaching. Arya is earnest. He is earnest. They go well together."

"Can you teach Arya?" Lord Eddard asked, a bit hopeful. "After we tell the girls about you of course."

Megara put down her apple. For some reason, she feel uncomfortable. "Um, sorry to rain on your parade-" She paused. Lord Eddard won't know the meaning of that sentence. "-Not to disappoint you Milord but... Teaching isn't exactly Fanalis' forte... Not when our disciple are normal people..." Lord Eddard looked completely confused so she explain some more. "You see, Lord Eddard. Fighting is... An integral part of a Fanalis. Unlike most others, fighting come easily to us like breathing. No one taught me how to fight yet I know since I was 3 years old how to throw a punch. How to kick. How to chokehold someone. You can't exactly teach someone what you know your whole life in such short time. Arya won't be able to jump as high as I am but I do know I can teach her a thing or two but... I will hold back. Or else I will accidentally cripple her. And Arya won't be too happy if she knows I'm holding back. Regardless of reason." Megara sip her water. "And I'm not completely sure how long I will be able to stay in this realm." She look out to the window. Even if she is in a different world, the moon is the same.

"...What if... You are never able to go back?" Lord Eddard asked.

She gently shook her head. "I will go back, milord. I don't know how but I got here... There is surely a way to go back. It doesn't matter how long it will take. How difficult it is. How treacherous it is... Reim may not be perfect. But... it's home, milord."

Home

That one simple world is enough to stop Lord Eddard from talking. Instead he reach out and pat her head. "Then I promise you that I won't get in your way."

Look, everyone from Magi world is completely OP if you compare them to GoT verse. So if you found Megara too OP for your standards in this fic, I apologise. I will try to write situations where her OPness don't really affect the plot. Try being the keyword here.

OP means OverPowered if there are readers who do not know this term.

In the next chapter, we will get back to Catelyn.

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