The Lion and the Warrior

Strong, Brave, Beautiful

Eliana let go of her mother's arm and they were instantly back in the little girl's room, at the table with the dolls and the spilled "tea".  "My darling are you alright?"  Brienne asked.

"Yes, mommy.  Why was Cersei calling you ugly?  And what in seven hells is a whore?"

"Never mind that nonsense El, Cersei was just a bitter old cu...queen with no life left in her anyway.  Are you sure you're alright?" Brienne asked, looking her over.

"I'm fine.  Are you going to James and daddy?"

"Yes.  Lyza will look after you, now, please be a good girl and I will see you soon."

"Yes mommy."

"I love you El."

"I love you mommy." Eliana kissed her mother goodbye and Brienne rushed off to saddle up her horse. 

Brienne raced as fast as her horse would carry her.  She was worried about her husband and son, and had no idea what she would find.  She was still reeling from the entire experience - her daughter's abilities, her son choking Cersei.  This must be it - this has to be the end of all this.  But what would she find when she arrived?  Would they still be asleep?  Would they be alright?  Would they even still be there?  Was it even wise to be rushing off to them?

She stopped her horse 20 yards away from them, as not to startle them.  She walked up quietly, and saw them both, still asleep under the tree.  She walked over to Jaime, trying to be quiet, but the mud squished beneath her boots and she stepped on a branch causing a cracking sound that woke Jaime.  He jumped up hurriedly and looked at his wife standing before him, "Bloody fuck," he said in a hushed tone, "Brienne, is that really you?"

"It's me.  Are you alright."  She touched his cheek, and he wrapped his arms around her.

"How did you find us?" he asked, and kissed her sweetly.

"Eliana."

"Eliana?"  Jaime was confused.

"Our daughter is a dream shifter."

A slow grin crept across Jaime's face, "You jest."

"Is this a time for jest?"

"Right.  Wait.  Really?"

Brienne smiled and nodded.

James was still far, far away.  A girl with green eyes appeared like a ghost from out of nowhere; a mist.  She had golden waves like his mother's, down to her shoulders, and tousled.  She had pale skin and perfect pink lips.  She looked like his mother, but much like his father, and mostly...like him, but with softer features.  She was a beauty.  She wore tight red pants, and a creamy gold-colored satin shirt that laced up the front.  Her pants were tucked into her black leather boots, like his often were.  She was tall like him, with a slender build exactly like his mother, but much younger.  Her hair fell over her left eye, just like his.

"You know me, don't you?"  She asked.

He could barely get her name out, "Saph...ira?"  He whispered.

"Yeah!" She laughed.

"Saphira!"  His eyes grew wide, and his mouth became a half moon smile bearing his perfect white teeth.  They embraced.

"It's me!  It's all over now; she is not coming back.  Her prophecy is finally fulfilled and she can no longer interfere with our family.  But you have to wake up," she put her hand on he back of his head and touched her forehead to his, "you can't stay in my world too long, it's time to go," she touched his cheek.