AN: This chapter is rated slightly higher than T, but lower than M. A Song of Ice and Fire Universe wasn't really meant to be read and watched by kiddies, but the world was ideal for the plot of my fanfic. So if you read something that is one of the most disgusting things in your life, it's just normal. Take note, the setting of some of the scenes in this chapter is a reminiscent of medieval Europe, with knights and chivalry and stuff. Also T for language and um… hehe.

Chapter 9

The Order of the Tempest

King's Landing is a city residing beside a body of water called the Blackwater Bay. Presently it holds about four to five hundred thousand people, making it the most populated and dirtiest castle in all of the Seven Kingdoms. Yes, it is the place of the Iron Throne, the seat of the King, but it doesn't change the fact that it is the worst.

However, it is the most ideal place for secret meetings and under-the-table discussions, especially if you are a part of a secret society.

Elaida do Avriny a'Roihan made her way through the Street of the Sisters, winding beside a hill. It was dotted with countless stalls of sellers, lumber mills, stores, and every other thing you could think of selling.

She knew that she was about to pass a part of the Flea Bottom, or can be called as the slums of King's Landing. This is the place where the poorest of the poorest of the kingdom were living. The stench of shit, rotten food and other unmentionable things were suffocating her, making her sick and nauseated, but she would gladly take all of it rather than facing the wrath of the Seven Masters.

The woman passed through many people, every one of them presenting their services, from food, forgery or fuck, it doesn't matter. As long as they can get money from it, they would offer it to the masses.

Hastening her strides, Elaida knew that she was going to be late. If she is, she would be in a great deal of pain, worse than yesterday, worse than any other day. The last time that she was late for two seconds, Lord Lelouch made her dance naked with Master Orochimaru's snakes, in front of the whole Order.

Elaida touched the snakes' teeth marks that were visible on her both hands, remembering the pain of the venom. Many others covered her body, and she was lucky that Master Orochimaru didn't use his vilest snakes. She would have been dead after the first bite.

She never knew how she arrived in this country. Curses, she never even knew what the name of the country she's in! When she was in her world, she was the Amyrlin Seat, the most important and feared woman across the lands. Kings would bow down to her, and queens would kiss her feet. Ordinary people quiver in her presence and beggars hide from her existence. But now, she's just an ordinary-

A scream broke through the already crowded street, making everyone quiet. Elaida was already on the ground, pain flowing through her whole body, like million little snakes wriggling and biting her from the inside. She screamed like there was no tomorrow, and her eyes bulged in anguish. People were already surrounding her, but she can't be helped.

Suddenly, it stopped.

"Poor thing," said one of the spectators. "Are you alright?"

She just nodded, and walked through as if nothing happened. The people were still chattering with each other, but almost all of them agreed that she was just a wench who tries to steal attention.

Elaida secured the hood of her cloak with the intention that none would notice her anymore. She disliked attention, and especially sympathy.

The pain was caused by some spell cast by Lord Voldemort; a spell that punished her whenever she thinks she was still the woman she was. That was a result of her portentous behavior in front of the Seven Masters.

Elaida climbed the hill to the Dragonpit, her feet shaking with fear. She knew that she was late.

The Dragonpit, a dome of immense size at the top of one of the hills, was once, or so believed, a den for dragons, where they are kept, fed and trained. It was collapsed from within and some people were still afraid of the sight of the dome. The den's roof had also collapsed, and the nobles decided that they had no use for it. Some whores use the structure as a form of entertainment.

Its bronze doors weren't opened for more than a century. Until a month back.

Of course, the people of King's Landing never knew this, since the Targaryens i.e. owner of the dragons were already dead and no one would want to reminisce the reign of dragons.

The den of the dragons became the ideal rendezvous of the Order of the Tempest.

*.*.*

Mirajane was in unease. She had the feeling that this team that they were facing is on par with them, maybe even more powerful. Especially that man with eyeglasses and the one who can offensively use threads, one she does not know just yet.

"Where's Wendy?" Mira asked defiantly.

The eyeglasses man pondered for a bit. "Ah, the cute little girl? She's somewhere…" then he giggled.

"How evil!" Levy snarled.

His face changed from almost glorious to darker mood. "Careful with the words, flatscreen. Whose "guild" accepts little girls and trains them to be killers?"

"Whose guild forces children to work and tortures them every night?" the blonde guy added.

"Whose guild assassinates respectable government officials and uses those little children for their dirty work?" the gray-eyed one joined in.

"And whose guild kidnapped an innocent teenager and forced her to do their bidding?" the woman sneered, whose voice seemed too low for a woman. "It is yours!"

The four mages and two cats gasped with each accusation. After the last one, their anger peaked so much that it shattered the floor.

"How dare you…" Gajeel whispered with ire.

"...say those…" Levy continued, her voice infused with equal rage.

"…insulting words…" Mira muttered, as she transformed, a dark aura emanating from her.

"… to our beloved guild…" the two cats chorused.

"FAIRY TAIL!" Cana as she pulled out two cards from her deck and casted:

"Wind. Heaven. WIND EDGE!"

A gust of wind gushed out from her magic seal, and it became a tornado.

However, a ting of a bell was heard.

"Fuuchouin String Arts Technique: Whirlpool Formation!"

With a flurry of innumerable strings, a hurricane was formed and effectively blocked Cana's attack.

"A magic that could conjure up stings to summon whirlwinds? Impossible!" Cana was appalled.

Another set of needles barged in. That came from the new guy, whose eyes were covered with a pair of dark-tinted sunglasses.

The Fairy Tail Members dodged, but then were assaulted by lightning. All of them screamed in pain.

Mirajane recovered fast. An orb of darkness concentrated on her right hand and released her spell.

"EVIL EXPLOSION!"

Streams of dark energy flowed from her hand in an ultimate rush. Their enemies barely had time to defend themselves as they were blown by the attack.

However, one of them, chanted out:

"BEAST IMITATION: BIRD!"

It was the guy with the spikey black hair and piercing grey eyes.

He didn't transform into a bird. However, his actions were like a bird, like an eagle swooping down to his prey, not necessarily flying, but more of like gliding through the air.

His prey was actually Levy.

As his claws was about to pounce down, a punch from an already fully transformed battle mode Pantherlily knocked him out to the floor.

"Where're you going, pal?" Lily sneered.

The man he just punched just coughed a "TCH" and wiped the blood trailing down his lip. He grinned menacingly, accentuating his grey eyes more.

"Well, I was just about to kill your friend," he stated nonchalantly.

Pantherlily snarled, not liking how the man would say such things like it was just a day-to-day activity.

The bulky exceed lunged, but the man sidestepped and glided to one of the trees.

"If you would like to fight me, then come and get me," he taunted, and disappeared to the woods.

Lily let out a mixture of a growl and a huff. He unfurled his wings and flew to the direction of his enemy.

"That isn't Monkey Boy's usual strategy," the purple eyeglasses guy commented, slyly smiling. "Maybe he wanted a one-on-one fight…"

"In any case, Shido-kun gave us a good idea," the long-haired thread user said, as she clutched a small golden ball-ish thing with her fingers. Her voice, Mira noticed, was surprisingly low for a girl.

The blonde guy just nodded, along with the needle guy.

"So, shall we start divvying them up?"

Cana threw three cards to the thread user, using them like shurikens. However, before they can hit her, the cards were slashed in mid-air, scattering the pieces.

"Challenge accepted," she muttered, and she disappeared on the other side of the woods. Cana followed her shortly after.

Gajeel moved next. "You're mine, Lightning Boy."

Lightning Boy cracked his knuckles. "Sure thing!"

Then they both vanished.

"Charle, find Wendy, quick!" Mirajane commanded, and the white exceed flew to one of the windows.

"Not so fast!" The sunglasses man flung needles to Charle.

"SOLID SCRIPT: COTTON!"

A word "cotton" appeared from Levy's magic circle, and a cloud of white cotton barricaded the needles' way to Charle, making her enter the train successfully.

The man, in retaliation, attacked Levy with another set of needles, but Mirajane stopped them with just a simple slap of her hand.

Still in her Satan Soul form, the so called "Demon" of Fairy Tail pointed a devil-form finger to the man with purple eyeglasses.

"You," she said enigmatically, "will be my opponent."

The said man silently agreed and at the same, vanished.

"That leaves me," the needle user spoke.

"And me," Levy whispered, quivering inside. Yep, she wasn't ready.

*.*.*

Erza was getting ready to requip into another armor when she saw where the weird, thin, tux(?)-wearing boy was pointing his guns at. Her instincts told her that this boy will not go down without a fight. Her current armor, Flight, was well suited for this kind of battle. However, Erza knows she must also get ready with what whatever kind of tricks this man has under his sleeves.

The unfamiliar lad was holding them unorthodoxly, upside-down with the triggers on his pinkies, much to Dante's curiosity. As a double gunner himself, he would like to try that kind of hold.

Being stuck in an unknown world has its upsides after all. Learning new things, meeting new people and flirting with hotter-than-hell girls… this is going to be an interesting adventure after all! The man thought with glee. He is already imagining himself surrounded by those girls when a series of gunshots broke his reverie and forced him to dodge.

Erza also flawlessly evaded the bullets, however the boy was fast. In just one instance, one of the said bullets hit Erza on her foot, making her loose footing and drop to the ground. She screamed in pain. What are those bullets?

Right after then, many others hit her. For the first time in her life as a mage, she was easily overtaken by an enemy. She didn't have time to retaliate. The Fairy Queen requipped into Adamantine Armor but the bullets still pierced her.

What is this? Even my Adamantine Armor can't keep up? Those bullets are something to be reckoned with!

Dante was about to step in when Erza cried out, "You stay where you are!"

The said man stepped back, his hands in the air. "Alright, alright. As you wish."

When the gunshots stopped, an injured Titania stood up defiantly and said, "Who are you?"

The lad, still with his twin guns pointing at the Fairy Tail mage, replied bluntly, "Death the Kid. You may call me Kid, as long as you live that is."

"Kid-san," Erza stated, a dark aura emanating from her, "I do not know why are you here or why did you shoot me. But are you the one who hurt my friends?"

"What do you think?" still in his nonchalant voice.

"I guess you will pay then. A hundred times over."

The boy named Kid was about to shoot Titania when she appeared right behind him, in the full regalia of her Lightning Empress Armor.

"Take this, bastard!"

With her spear, Erza summoned multiple forks of lightning, hitting Kid directly. He was about to shoot again when Erza appeared in front of him.

"Lightning Bolt!"

A continuous current struck down Kid from the sky, causing him to scream in pain. However, he was not still ready to give up.

Bullets and swords clashed. Lightning bolts appeared out of nowhere. Bullets rained down on the pavement. Battle cries filled the already tense air.

Both of them were already preparing for their final blows when a familiar sound reached Erza's ears: marching soldiers.

Shit. Those are the soldiers of the Reformed Magic Council!

All the others woke up due to the tumult.

Erza then shouted authoritatively, "If you don't want to get arrested, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!"

*.*.*

The spirit mage woke up due to the sounds of battle. She fought through her groggy mind as she took the scene around her. What she saw gave her utmost horror. It was as if the men were fighting for hours already.

Lucy held her breath as the men's magic clashed. Wind versus water versus lightning. The ship became a cauldron of storms.

Laxus, Syaoran and the new guy danced through the air. Lucy watched the horrible yet breathtaking sight. She was amazed of how powerful those men were.

Wait, wait, wait, she shook her head. I need to stop them!

She didn't have to.

One by one, the men went down limp to the ground. Lucy panicked at first, but a voice stopped her.

"Oh, don't bothah," an old man appeared beside her, offering her a hand. "I just cast a Stunning Spell to them. Are you alright, child?"

Lucy gingerly took the hand and stood up. "Are they going to live?"

"Of course, child," the old man answered, albeit a little too enthusiastic. He dusted his robes and adjusted his half-moon eyeglasses before continuing. "Stunning spells are nevah fatal. They just, um, knock you out a little bit."

The celestial spirit mage noticed that the old man was holding a stick on his right hand.

"Mister," she hesitantly pointed the thing. "What is that?"

"Oh, this?" the old man raised the stick. "This is a wand. Used to cast spells and such. Aren't you a witch, child?"

Lucy frowned. Witch? "No, I am not. I'm a mage. Celestial Spirit mage."

The old man thought for a bit. "Hmmm, never heard of that field of magic before…" Then his face lightened up. "Oh, forgive me for being so rude. What is your name, child?"

"Lucy. Lucy Heartfilia."

"Lucy," the old man smiled. "My name is Albus Dumbledore. You can call me as such. Now why don't you help me drag your friends to your cabin? I think we need to talk."