Game of Thrones: New Era
Chapter 26 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Tyrion
A loud rumbling sound broke up the monotony nicely, Tyrion felt. The instant he heard it, even down here in his dank, damp cell, he was alert. He stood from where he had been sitting, trying to stretch the aches out of his limbs from being idle so long.
'What is happening, are we under attack already...or has it been longer than I thought?' He wondered to himself. 'Urgh, without knowing if it's even day or night, it's impossible to keep track of time here.'
Shaking his head he pondered his options, few as they were. Being trapped in a cell did not exactly give one many options, especially as he was deprived of weapons, or even a means to get through the door.
Sighing heavily he continued his thought process. 'Still, there must be something. I cannot just sit and wait, I am more than likely forgotten by most and knowing my luck, those that have not forgotten will be killed in battle.'
Trying hard not to lament his miserable situation; he instead continued to try and think of a way out of his current situation. It therefore came as a surprise that he was given just such a chance when he heard the approaching footsteps and then the sound of keys in the door. Nevertheless he was cautious and slowly stepped back.
The door opened and Tyrion found himself surprised all over again when Ser Kaleb was the one to enter. What truly surprised, and worried, Tyrion was the fact Ser Kaleb was carrying weapons other than his sword.
"Ser Kaleb, what is this?" He demanded, trying to sound calm.
Ser Kaleb shook his head and replied. "Lord Tyrion, it is time, the time Lord Varys spoke of is here. The moment is at hand. Decision must be made. The city is under siege from the combined armies of Robb Stark and Gendry Baratheon."
It was just as Tyrion thought, he had to admit, he never expected Varys actually meant anything by his statement, about waiting for the right time, but now it seemed that he did.
Edging forwards cautiously, Tyrion asked. "So, what exactly are you saying, what does this mean?"
"That you have a chance now to escape; but bear in mind, your actions once you are out of this cell...could change the entire course of this battle." Ser Kaleb explained calmly. "Here, you will need these."
With that he handed the weapons to Tyrion, a crossbow and the axe Tyrion recognized as his own.
To say Tyrion was suspicious would be an understatement, but this was his best chance. He took the weapons and, making sure they were secure, he followed Ser Kaleb out of the cell and down the corridor, wondering where they were going now.
The light was only marginally better outside the cell, but that proved a blessing in disguise, it allowed his eyes time to adjust, gradually, to prevent him being blinded should he came across brighter light.
Tyrion weighed his options as they walked; even though he was now armed, he didn't feel any safer.
'Even if I tried to kill him and escape on my own, Ser Kaleb would be too quick, or his armour would protect him, even from my crossbow.' He mused. 'Not only that, if I did kill him and try to find my own way, I'd end up hopelessly lost.'
They were now making their way through the underground passages; Tyrion realized that when their path started to wind in unusual directions, sometimes even doubling back on itself.
"How much further?" He queried curiously.
Ser Kaleb replied calmly. "Not much longer to go, till the meeting point, after that, there's still a bit of walk before we can get out of here."
Tyrion nodded; he didn't know why, but he was getting a very bad feeling about this.
"How did you come to know Varys, Ser Kaleb?"
The knight shrugged and replied calmly. "I...work for him; his little birds are useful, but sometimes, you need someone with more, direct access."
Tyrion gaped at that. "You mean you, spy on the Kingsguard for Varys...and the King too of course?"
Kaleb nodded, confirming Tyrion's thoughts. Now he really wasn't sure if following Ser Kaleb through these underground passages was a good idea, but it was too late to do anything about it now.
As they turned the next corner however, Tyrion froze, for there, waiting for them, was Varys; however it was clear something wasn't right. The eunuch was sitting, slumped against the passage wall, when he looked up at them, his eyes fluttered feebly and it was clear he was not in good shape.
"Varys..."
He looked up and smiled weakly. "Ah, Lord Tyrion good, so the plan was a success."
Tyrion shook his head. "What has happened here, what…?"
"No time for questions." Varys replied quickly. "You have been told, you must make your choice and soon, the battle rages and before long, you will find yourself there. Ser Kaleb, you have served me well and now, you are freed of that obligation, do what you must do."
Ser Kaleb bowed and nodded. Tyrion sighed; seeing his expression Varys explained.
"It is an illness Lord Tyrion; one I have had for some time, it has been killing me for years, yet I've kept it in check all this time." He paused before admitting. "But now I no longer can...So, this is my end, now go...before it is too late."
Those were his last words, for shortly afterwards, Varys died. Still in shock, Tyrion was forced to continue following Ser Kaleb.
All his thoughts regarding Varys however were soon pushed from his mind. Ser Kaleb led him through the rest of the passageway, until they soon emerged onto a ledge in complete daylight; overlooking the city.
Tyrion stared around in shock at his surroundings, the chaos, the carnage and destruction. The Battle for King's Landing was indeed raging and here he stood, surveying the war zone before him.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.
Well, now we reach Tyrion's second last chapter, things are continuing to heat up.