Dragons and Thrones: An Unusual Union

Chapter 20 of my crossover story, enjoy.

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Now onto the story.

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

Solas

The pain was the first thing Solas felt upon recovering consciousness. The throbbing in the back of his head, where he had been struck. It was shortly after that he began to register the sounds; the creaking of timbers, the crash of waves and the pitiful moans all around him.

'A ship, I am on board a ship, with other people…people in distress.' He noted to himself. 'But how, where…and for what purpose.'

He slowly opened his eyes and allowed them to adjust before sitting up carefully. He could finally look around, he was indeed in a ship, in the hold to be exact. He was also trapped within a cage and not alone. There were other prisoners too, all in cages, some in the same cage as him.

There was little room to move; he peered through the semi-darkness of the hold, finally spotting two men, clearly natives of some land in these new realms. They were armed and certainly not the sort of people one could depend on for stimulating conversation.

Solas pondered to himself. 'They must be the people who captured me...Everybody else here too, all of them, we're all Elves?'

That one thought alone worried him; especially after all he had seen in Pentos.

Seeing he was awake the other Elves aided him to his feet, he thanked them and brushed himself off; noting that, apart from his staff, none of his belongings had been removed from his person.

"Are you alright?" One of the other Elves, a teenage girl, asked him worriedly.

He nodded. "I am fine, thank you, nothing I won't recover from."

The Elves looked relieved, but also wary; it was clear they didn't know what to make of him. He was different, he didn't seem to be part of any Elven society they knew of. Knowing some would react when they saw it, he discreetly tucked his wolf jawbone necklace under his shirt.

Another young Elf, a male this time, spoke. "You were unconscious for four days, master…?"

"Solas."

He took that in, four days, possibly out at sea since day one, he wondered just where he was, what the destination was. He sighed and weighed his options; he had to get more information.

"Where are we, where are we going?" He asked.

It was another Elf who answered; older than the previous two; disgruntled and clearly angry. Solas was surprised; he was used to freedom after all, the Vallaslin tattoos on his face made that clear.

"These Shems are slavers, taking us to their little slave pen in Essos, a place called Slaver's Bay." He spat. "The vermin were given the idea by those Tevinter bastards."

It was as Solas feared; he glowered, anger taking over him.

He knew right away what he had to do; the things he had seen in his dreams, his meetings with that strange young man in the Fade, they were all pointing him in one direction. He had to find some means of getting there; now they were within his reach.

'I need to escape my current predicament; once I've done that…then I will be in a position to do just that.' He considered; noting that everything, even his current anger, was going in the same direction.

"Well, we cannot have that." He remarked darkly. "Leave this to me."

They looked at him, surprised and wary. Solas reached into one of the pouches on his belt and pulled out a small vial; filled with a blue liquid. The Elf with the Vallaslin tensed; no doubt recognizing the substance somehow.

"Is that…?"

Solas nodded. "A Lyrium potion yes; and before you ask, yes, I am a Mage."

He then drank the potion; speeding up the recovery of his strength and magical energy. Preparing himself he moved towards the bars of the cage.

"You there!" He called out to the now lone guard. "Do you honest expect this will hold us!?"

The guard glowered at him. "Shut it you; or I'll give you something to yell about."

Solas gave a sardonic grin. "I'd like to see you try."

Incensed the guard approached the cage, just as Solas wanted him too.

When the guard was in range, Solas reacted; before the man could do anything he was frozen in a sheath of ice.

"Thank you." Solas replied sarcastically as he took the keys, which he had been careful to not turn to ice, from the guard's belt.

He then snapped his fingers, shattering the ice and killing the guard, before unlocking the door. He stepped out and gestured to the others.

"Come, we must get the others out."

They readily agreed and soon the Elves were freed, yet they were still worried.

"We're trapped still; we're at sea." One of them said. "What can we do?"

Solas looked around before speaking. "What else; we fight…We outnumber them, we have my magic and I am sure we can find weapons. We take this ship for ourselves."

There was silence as many of the Elves regarded him fearfully. But then the Elf with Vallaslin stepped forwards.

"I'm with you; even if this fails, I'd rather go down fighting, than be a slave." He remarked.

That was all the encouragement the others needed and soon they were all ready to head up on deck. Solas led the way and, pausing when he spotted the door, tried the one key he hadn't used yet. Sure enough, they found the armoury and quickly the Elves armed themselves, Solas found his staff and they made their way up onto the deck.

Using the element of surprise they struck first; Solas was able to use his magic to kill two more, before some of the Elves used the bows they had acquired. It was almost utter chaos after that; taken aback by this the slavers weren't at their usual strength.

Some of the Elves, it was clear, had fighting experience, others didn't. But in the end, it didn't matter, with Solas' magic backing them up, even the most inexperienced Elf was able to take down the slavers. It wasn't long before they had cleared the entire ship of slavers.

"We did it!" One of the Elves cried; drawing cheers from the rest.

Solas smiled gently and then sighed; the Elf with Vallaslin turned to him.

"So what now, Solas?"

Solas noted that all the Elves were observing him now. "We take over the ship…I don't know about the rest of you, but there is another land here, Westeros; I…I feel I am needed there, something is calling me. If you do not wish to go there; then all I ask, is that you take me there; let me leave, then you'll be free to do as you wish."

Many of the Elves seemed surprised by this; but one thing became clear; they had no intentions of abandoning him; it had been his efforts after all that had saved them. So it was that they took over the ship and began making preparations to set sail, for Westeros.

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

Well, next up, we're back with Arya, she's about to meet a very important Dragon Age character, also, we will witness her first human kill, so that's going to be difficult for her, won't say anymore, just wait and see.