Dragons and Thrones: An Unusual Union

Next chapter of the crossover, enjoy.

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Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin. Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.

Bran

Thirteen year old Bran looked around; he was standing in a rather dark void. No matter what way he turned, all he could see was darkness. He knew right away he was dreaming again; he had been having strange dreams, particularly while unconscious following his fall. He had since recovered consciousness, only to have to face up to a new reality, one as a cripple as both his legs were broken now, he couldn't walk.

It left him horrified and dismayed, it ended his dreams, his dreams of being a knight, he couldn't learn to fight now, would never climb again, everything was destroyed. Then came the explosion which had startled everyone and changed things forever. Ever since then, his dreams had changed, to what they currently were.

In his dreams, he could walk; he was walking through a dark void.

"What is this, where am I?" He wondered aloud, his voice echoing.

There was no answer, nothing made any sense. He continued to walk forwards until suddenly a figure appeared before him. The figure was male, mostly hidden in shadow, the only thing that was seen was he was slightly built, shorter than an average man, he appeared to be bald. One thing that stood out however, which perplexed Bran, the man had pointed ears.

The man then began to speak, his voice was soft and smooth, calm and yet strangely powerful. The main problem however came from the fact the man did not seem to speak the same language as Bran.

"Andaran atish'an; arlathvhen dirthara. Atish'all Vir Abelasan. Dirth Asha'belannar."

Bran shook his head. "I don't understand."

The man did not answer; Bran bit his lip. "Who are you, what are you saying?"

The man still did not answer; Bran was uncertain, uncomfortable.

'Is that man even talking to me, it's almost as if he isn't.' He thought to himself. 'Unless, no, that doesn't sound right, I can't possibly be intruding on this man's dream, with him talking to someone else. That doesn't make sense, it's not possible.'

He stepped forwards, trying to reach the man, to try and get his attention. He thought maybe if he could touch the man's shoulder or anything, it might work. However just then, as had happened every other time, right before he made contact, everything went black and his dream ended.

Bran gasped, eyes opening wide as he woke up from his dream. He was lying in his bed in Winterfell. His shoulders slumped and he let out a soft sigh. He was now lying, looking up at the roof beams on the ceiling of his bedroom.

"Another dream…" He muttered.

He shook his head; he was alone in the room and that was always the worst for him, it was at that time he always felt the worst.

Sure enough he could feel it, he tried to sit up, but he couldn't. He grit his teeth, irritated as once more, being crippled left him helpless.

He was consumed with sadness; feeling sorry with himself. 'I am a cripple, I can't climb again…I can't walk again; I am nothing but a lordly joke.'

Just then the door to the room opened and a young man, roughly the same age as his brother Robb, with short plain brown hair and brown eyes entered. Bran knew his name was Edwyn, he was one of the kitchen boys, he had a tray on it with food, likely Bran's breakfast. This was something else which left him feeling sorry for himself; he had to have his food brought to him.

"Good morning, M'lord, here's your breakfast." Edwyn remarked jovially. "It's a lovely day today; it is…"

Bran grit his teeth, he was so consumed, feeling sorry for himself that Edwyn's cheerfulness irritated him and he couldn't help himself.

He lashed out in anger. "Don't force yourself into smiling at me! I know what you think, I am nothing but a joke; I don't need your pity! Go on, have a good look!"

Even as he said it, Bran realized it was a mistake and he stopped; immediately regretting what he said.

However, before he could say anything, to try and make it right; Edwyn's smile vanished. He glared and suddenly slammed the tray down.

"Just who do think you are?!" He yelled; clearly angry. "My little brother can't walk either; yet he remains happy, knows he has his family. But I guess we can't all be pampered spoilt lordlings like yourself!"

Bran bit his lip and fought to hold back the tears that were stinging his eyes. Edwyn's words cut deep, hurt, even though he knew Edwyn was at least partially right.

Edwyn continued. "You just think you have the right to be miserable, just because of this, yet don't seem to think about others, less fortunate…!"

'Gods, I have been unfair to him, but he…doesn't understand, I don't mean it that way and…' Bran thought sadly.

Edwyn was about to continue when suddenly someone else entered the room, Theon Greyjoy.

"That will do." He said seriously; his tone giving no room for argument. "Thank you for bringing the meal Edwyn, I'll take care of Bran, you go back to the kitchens."

Edwyn glowered but then left. Theon sighed and turned back to Bran, helping him sit up before putting the tray on his lap.

"Are you alright?" Theon asked.

Bran nodded. "I'm, I'm fine…but he was right, I should, I should talk to him, apologize."

Theon sighed. "Perhaps, later however, you need to eat right now, then, we need to take you down to the stables, the saddle is ready."

That surprised Bran, he had almost forgotten about the saddle that was being designed, thanks to Tyrion Lannister, one that would allow him to ride a horse, despite being crippled. He nodded and, once he was finished eating, Hodor, Winterfell's giant stable boy came and lifted him up, carrying him down to the stables.

Bran bit his lip as he sat in Maester Luwin's tower; things were becoming even more confusing for him. Despite everything he still sadly hadn't been able to talk to Edwyn, a new kitchen boy had been assigned to bring him his meals. Bran had found the people of Winterfell didn't pity him or laugh behind his back; they wanted to help him.

He thought about the new saddle, he had tested it out and found it worked; he couldn't walk or climb again, but he could ride and he was going to receive lessons on horseback archery soon. Mikken had created various pulleys and iron bars fixed into the walls that aided in his mobility. He could move around his room under his own power now, giving him some of his independence back, helping him feel better.

Meanwhile, however, he still had those same dreams; as a result, he had gone to Maester Luwin.

The old Maester shook his head. "This is…unheard of Bran, I'm not certain…"

Bran was insistent; he knew Maester Luwin was sceptical. "It has something to do with these new worlds, I'm sure of it."

"I cannot be sure Bran, this doesn't seem…natural." Luwin replied.

Bran sighed. "I know, still, there must be a connection of some kind."

All the same, he knew his words wouldn't be enough. He knew that Maester Luwin didn't believe him.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.

Well, next chapter, we will see our first Dragon Age POV character.

Also, won't be uploading tomorrow, so I'll say it now, Merry Christmas :)