Dragons and Thrones: An Unusual Union

Chapter 8 of my crossover story, enjoy, finally we reach Arya's POV and find out what happened to her.

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Now onto the story.

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

Arya

Arya Stark, a girl of fourteen with long brown hair, grey eyes, a long face and pale skin, groaned as she woke up. She was immediately struck by her unfamiliar surroundings. She recalled training with Syrio, then the strange explosion, hearing a strange scream before blacking out.

It seemed to be a religious building; yet not one she was familiar with, her thoughts were reinforced by the sound of religious sounding singing nearby. She slowly became aware that she was lying in a bed; there was a woman next to the bed, young and clad in yellow and red robes. She was reaching towards Arya who immediately jerked away, sitting up.

"What, get away, you…" She burst out.

The woman gently raised her hands. "Easy, calm down; I was just checking your wounds…Please, cover yourself."

Arya started at this and looked down, immediately blushing when she saw she was clad in just her smallclothes; along with bandages covering what she guessed was her injuries.

Arya bit her lip and quickly covered herself again. "How, how did I get here?"

"We found you and that man with you in the lake…after the explosion and merger of the worlds." The woman explained. "We guessed from your attire and what the man told us that you were from Westeros…You were badly hurt so we've been caring for you."

Arya was startled by this, her head spinning.

One thing in particular stood out to her.

"Merger of the worlds?" She asked.

The woman sighed. "It is hard to explain; but after the explosion, our world of Thedas, seemed to merge with these lands, another world, we have seen some other people from them, they told us these lands were called Essos and Westeros."

Arya was startled even more by this; she wasn't even in Westeros; she was in a completely foreign land; she was worried, what was she going to do? How could she even begin to figure out how to get home?

"You…You said a man was with me?" She asked; still feeling on the verge of panic.

The woman nodded and then, at that moment, Syrio entered the room and Arya felt herself calming down.

"Syrio."

He nodded and spoke quietly to the woman for a moment. She nodded and then left the room, Syrio sat down. Arya ensured she was still covered and looked around, there was nobody around.

"What's going on, where are we, what's happening?" She asked quickly.

Syrio nodded slowly. "One thing at a time Arya, remember what I told you, calm as still water…Now; I conducted some…investigation. We are in the lands of Thedas, which have been merged with our world as a result of that explosion; we're in the Kingdom of Ferelden, one of the many nations within Thedas. Specifically we are in a village called Redcliffe, which resides at the centre of the Kingdom."

Arya was amazed by all this; yet also worried; they were in a completely new land, they knew nothing about this place, it was only pure chance that the woman she spoke to was aware of Westeros and Essos, parts of her world.

Still she did her best to remain calm, like Syrio had told her. She decided to listen to what else he had found; hoping that it might hold some clue as to how to get home.

"This building we are in is called a Chantry." Syrio explained. "It serves as the main religious building for the local faith…Similar to a Sept or Godswood."

Arya nodded realizing her guess about being in a religious building wasn't far off.

Syrio shook his head. "However, it seems all of Thedas suffers troubles, there is a war going on here. Between mages…real mages, people with real magic…"

Arya gasped at that; shocked to hear that such a thing existed; she knew Syrio wouldn't lie about things like that. Which meant these mages existed and were fighting a war, but against who.

"They are fighting a group known as the Templar Order; a group of knights, strange soldiers who can dispel magic." Syrio answered for her. "It seems this village, Redcliffe, is sheltering the Mages."

Arya shook her head. "They're sheltering people who are fighting in a war?"

Syrio nodded. "The mages here have been oppressed for centuries; they've finally had enough and rebelled, the people here are sympathetic to them."

Arya sighed; she guessed she could understand that.

Finally, after a pause, Arya bit her lip.

"Syrio, we, we need to get back, my family must be worried." She said at last. "I'm worried about them. I just…I just want to go home too; this is all…too much."

Syrio nodded. "I understand Arya; I don't blame you. This is obviously a massive shock and I fear there may be more shocks before this is over."

Arya sighed. "I thought as much, so what are we…?"

"We'll need to figure out who to talk to, how to get back to Westeros." Syrio replied. "If what I've heard is correct, people who have noticed the merging state that Westeros is to the North-east of here, over the sea."

Arya nodded and it was then the woman returned, with a bundle of clothes and, Arya's heart leapt, Needle. Syrio politely excused himself and stepped out. Arya got dressed, surprised to see she had been given her breeches and tunics, freshly washed, rather than a dress. She secured Needle to her belt and left the room. She was in the main room of the Chantry. Syrio smiled and approached her.

"Come, let us go." He said.

She nodded, still feeling confused as she looked around at the other people gathered.

One thing surprised her. 'Nobody is looking at me funny, angrily, nobody is trying to lecture me…They don't seem to care I'm wearing boy's clothes…or that I'm a girl, carrying a weapon?'

She was shocked by this; but couldn't figure out how to ask about it.

She had to admit, despite her worries, she was curious about this land. Still, despite that she curbed her curiosity; she knew after all she had to get home. As she began to follow Syrio, she heard an elderly woman, also wearing gold and red robes, speaking.

"Blessed are they who stand before the corrupt and the wicked and do not falter. Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just. Blessed are the righteous, the lights in the shadow. In their blood the Maker's will is written."

It sounded like part of some holy text; she guessed it was part of the Chantry teachings. Shaking her head she hurried and caught up with Syrio as they opened the door to the Chantry and stepped out into the village.

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

Well, this one was tricky to write, hopefully will get better, it seems harder doing a GOT character in Thedas than a Dragon Age character in Westeros/Essos.