A Young Griff's Guide to the DC Universe

A Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice & Fire/DC Comics crossover

Summary: When sailing across to Westeros to begin his campaign of taking back the Iron Throne from the Lannisters, a torrential storm wrecks the Golden Company's fleet of ships and Aegon VI himself is thrown overboard. Clinging to a piece of wreckage, Aegon is cast adrift and through chance, destiny, fate or luck, he finds washed ashore. But Aegon finds himself no longer in his own world, instead he finds himself in a world full of wonders and terrors; men who fly with the clouds beneath them, wonderous women who fight with the fury of a thousand armies and masked crusaders who strike from the shadows. Now Aegon must learn to eke out an existence in this new world he has found himself.

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Chapter 1: A Cruel Sea

Thunder cracked the night sky and arcs of lightning flashed across the clouds, striking down across the horizon as rain lashed the sails and hulls of a large fleet that sailed across the ocean. Ship captains shouted orders to their sailors who worked fast to batten down hatches and tie down loose cargo as the waves of the sea tossed and turned, the wind howling like a thousand wolf packs with a relentless fury.

In the flagship of the fleet, sitting in the captain's quarters was a young man standing with a group of older men around a table upon which a map of a country was spread across the wooden table. The men were all arguing and debating.

"This accursed sea!" one of the men cursed. "It's as though the Seven themselves don't want us to sail to Westeros!" he stated. He was a portly fellow with a large round head that had thinning grey hair atop it and mild grey eyes.

One of the other men at the table; he was thinner and leaner in frame with a fuller head of hair that had gone grey and a lined leathery face glared at the claim, saying, "Nonsense! It's a storm that will pass. Nothing more!"

"And yet many a ship has been wrecked at sea, have they not?" the portly man retorted. "How many other fleets like ours have tried to sailing across the Narrow Sea for one thing or another only for a storm to come along and sink them?" he fretted.

The young man; he had silver white-blonde hair and purple blue eyes spoke up. "Even with the storm, we have come too far to back out now. We must press on towards Storm's End," he stated. Narrowing his eyes, he then said, "If you're worried about a little bit of rain, then perhaps we ought to have a change of leadership?"

"Well said, my prince," the lean man nodded in approval. "We have all come too far to back out now. We would be known as craven if we sailed back to Essos with our tails tucked between our legs. No-one would hire the Golden Company again after that," he said.

The other men around the table all murmured in agreement. The silver-haired prince smiled at them all. "So, it's settled. We push on to the Stormlands," he said.

Everyone looked at the portly man who sighed and nodded reluctantly. The lean man then said to everyone, "I suggest we all retire for the night and hope that the storm passes." Everyone nodded and began to filter out of the room. The silver-haired prince, Aegon for this was his name, was stopped by the lean grey haired man.

"I have something for you. With me, please," he whispered.

Curious, Aegon followed the grey haired man, his foster father Lord Jon Connington to another room. Jon then walked to the bed where laying upon the mattress was a cedar and copper case. He then said to Aegon, "I was hoping to give this to you once we arrived in Storm's End, but Harry is right that storms have wrecked many ships at seas, so I do not wish to wait any longer than neccessary." Opening the case, Jon showed Aegon what was inside it. Aegon's eyes went wide as saucers as he saw what lay within.

"Blackfyre!"

Indeed, for the sword of Aegon's ancestor and namesake, known by the epithet the Conqueror was nestled in the velvet lining of the box. The blade was smoky and dark indicating it was Valyrian steel, the spell-forged metal made famous all over the world by their creators the Valyrian Dragonlords. The quillons of the guard were wrought in the twisting shapes of dragons, their tiny eyes set with tiny rubies. The flat almost arrowhead shaped pommel was set in both sides with diamond cut rubies that gleamed in the light.

Aegon looked at his foster, asking, "How? How did you get this? I thought the sword was lost after the War of Ninepenny Kings…"

"It wasn't lost, merely hidden away," Lord Jon replied. "At least, that's what the Cheesemonger told me when he gave it to me before we set sail," he said. "Take it. It is your birthright!" he urged Aegon.

With shaking hands and apprehension, Aegon grasped the cord-wrapped hilt of Blackfyre. Slowly, he lifted it out of the case, a shaky laugh escaping his lips. "It's… lighter than I thought it would be," he remarked as he marvelled at the sight of Valyrian steel.

"Lighter and stronger than castle-forged steel, harder and sharper too," Lord Jon told him. "Flesh is like butter for it. And you'll cut through chain and plate like cloth," he said as he handed Aegon a black leather and wood scabbard with a black leather belt to go with it.

Sheathing the sword in the scabbard and tying the belt to his waist, Aegon looked at his foster father and asked, "How do I look?"

"A spitting image of the Conqueror," Jon complimented and Aegon smiled.

"Thank you, Lord Jon. I owe you everything," the young prince said sincerely.

"Don't mention it," Jon said with a watery smile. "Now, you'd best get to bed, boy. We have a long campaign ahead of us and we won't be getting much rest during it," he advised.

"Yes. See you on the morrow," Aegon said as Lord Jon left the room. After the exiled lord of Griffin's Roost left the cabin, Aegon took a moment to admire himself in the looking glass. He had to admit, he cut a dashing figure with the sword of his ancestor by his side.

As thunder cracked outside, Aegon sighed to himself. Deciding to get some sleep, the young prince climbed into his bed and lay back staring up at the ceiling letting the rocking of the ship lull him to sleep. Closing his eyes, Aegon felt himself drift off.

Then a moment later, an enormous crack of thunder followed by the sound of wood breaking and splitting apart roused the young prince from his slumber. Falling out of his bed, Aegon looked around and smelt burning wood. Water lashed his face as he realised that the ship had been broken apart by the storm. His vision becoming clearer, Aegon saw with dread filling his heart that the storm had wrecked the fleet as Harry Strickland had warned. All around the prince, he could see ships sinking into the depths of the ocean

"Jon!" Aegon shouted as the wind drowned out his yells. Then an arc of lightning hit the ship again and Aegon felt himself be thrown overboard. Hitting the water and nearly losing consciousness, the young prince swam up to the surface, gasping and spluttering, spitting out seawater. Treading water, Aegon looked around. A piece of wreckage drifted past him and he latched onto to it. Clinging to the wood, Aegon felt a chill take hold of him and his teeth chattered as the cold waters of the ocean soaked him to the bone.

"Cold… so cold!" the young prince muttered through chattering teeth as he drifted through the burning ships. Drifting in and out of consciousness, Aegon barely registered anything as he clung to the wreckage like a stubborn barnacle.

Thick mist and fog suddenly swept in as Aegon drifted aimlessly through the ocean. Aegon lost track of time as he floated through the water until at last he felt the sodden sandy floor beneath his feet. Rousing himself, Aegon let go of the wreckage and swum onto shore. Crawling up onto the sand, Aegon coughed and panted with exertion before collapsing on the sand.

The last thing Aegon saw was a pair of feet and a shadowy shape before unconsciousness took him.

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TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: Preliminary chapter of this crossover is done and dusted. Now since this a DC crossover, you may be wondering what city Aegon has washed up on. To that end, I've set up a voting poll on my profile showing a list of potential locations in the DC Universe Aegon has ended up on, so you know what to do.

And as for which DC universe this is, I'm using/drawing inspiration from Roy Westerman and Phil Cho's Earth-27 Project which is a cohesive universe blending almost every DC property (and even a few that aren't DC Comics) into one universe. If anyone is familiar with the E27-Project, then you kinda know what to expect. But to those who may not be familiar with Earth-27, it has its own Wiki fandom site, so just type it into Google and look it up.

And that's about the sum total of things, so I'll leave this here and catch you all next time.

Be kind to another,

Angry lil' elf.