Dragons and Thrones: Final War – Doom Upon All The World
Chapter 41 of my crossover story, enjoy.
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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin, Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.
Bran
Bran smiled, relieved to see them all, that they were all faring well. Arya, Gendry, Varric and Solas all stood there, all bearing the grit, cuts and bruises of combat, their clothing and armour stained, the armour dented in places. But they were all very much alive.
"Thank the Gods, I was worried for you all." He stated.
Arya stared at him incredulously. "You were worried for us. Bran you get buried under a pile of rocks, we thought you were dead."
He shook his head, laughing softly. "Well, as you can see, I'm not and, we're all perfectly fine."
Apart from Solas who just nodded, those all present with him grinned at his comment too. He noted additionally that Arya was a little paler than usual, but as she seemed in good spirits he didn't question her about it.
"So, the battle is over?" He queried. "I saw everything that was happening through the Guardian's eyes, until it died."
They all nodded and began to explain to him about what had happened during the periods of battle he couldn't see. Bran winced as Arya explained about Corypheus' attempt to strangle her, finally getting a proper look at the red mark on her neck from his hand closing around it. Perhaps that explained her lack of colour.
He decided now was the time to reveal what he had discovered about himself following the remarkable experience of warging into a dragon, particularly one so powerful.
"We better get going, I guess...Back home?"
The others nodded and Arya remarked. "Yes, oh, Bran, I forgot to mention, things will be...changing as time passes by."
They told him about Solas undoing the spell that brought the worlds together, of the precautions he took, of how things would gradually be returning to normal, as much as possible.
Gendry stepped forwards, clearly intending to lift Bran out of the cave.
"Bran held up a hand to stop him. "That won't be necessary. While I was warged into the Guardian, I heard it's voice. It told me that, I had received it's blessing. That only made sense, when I returned to myself."
Smirking he then revealed what his words actually meant, by pulling himself up the cave wall and, before their astonished eyes, walked out of the cave on his own two feet. He had regained full use of his legs, the damage undone and the loss muscle mass restored, thanks to the Dragon.
"Gods, Bran..." Arya breathed, eyes wide.
He grinned, enjoying their reactions.
Moving further away from the cave, so they could all stand on flat ground and not be near any danger, another rock slide could still happen after all.
"I can't wait now, to get home." He admitted. "Just, imagine...everybody's faces."
They all laughed at his remark but then it happened. While clearly eager to celebrate along with him, something in Arya's expression struck him as strange. Then suddenly she stumbled, catching their attention.
"Arry?" Gendry began, before panicking. "ARRY!"
Bran acted quickly, catching Arya as she suddenly collapsed; carefully lying her down on the ground. Crowding around her they did what they could to check her over.
"She's, she's unconscious...We need to help her." Bran said at last. "Solas?"
He looked around and froze, the Elf was gone, there was absolutely no sign of him.
"Of all the times." Gendry growled.
Bran grimaced. "Worry about that later. We need to get her back to Winterfell."
Gendry nodded and quickly lifted Arya up.
Varric then spoke. "My boat is nearby, we can use that, c'mon."
With everybody in agreement, Gendry lifted Arya up and carried her as they rushed to Varric's boat, once on board, Varric and Gendry, after some convincing, got to work steering the boat away from the island, heading back to Westeros.
Bran meanwhile made sure Arya was comfortable and secure. They had finally won their battles, the war against Corypheus, the largest threat they had faced probably in forever, was over.
But he just prayed that the cost for their victory was not his sister.
Too many had been lost already; they couldn't lose her too.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.
End of Bran's storyline now and we leave on quite a cliffhanger, what has happened to Arya, is she alright? Well, getting towards the end anyway, two more POV chapters to go, two more storylines to finish off, then it's the epilogue.