There was a time, where dragons existed in mass and flourished all across the known Realm. Also, as dragons existed and flourished, so did magic. However, when the Doom fell over the continent of Valyria, dragons and the magic that came from them was all but extinct. Then the remaining Targaryen under Aegon the conqueror and his sister wives, as well as the three dragons that was with them, decided to conquer that continent of Westeros. And for 300 years, the continent of Westeros was under the thumb of the Targaryen kingdom. However, like the dragons that went extinct, Doom befell the remaining Targaryens. under a war that was known as Robert's rebellion. Because of that, the targaryens, the last of the valyrians, were all but extinct.
Fourteen years later, the last remaining members of the targaryens are about to reveal themselves. At the same time, the peace that existed throughout Westeros is about to come to an end. To the sound of bells and the death Jon Arryn. And with it, Westeros will never be the same.
The reason? Because at the same time, a portal opens. From the portal, a small and mysterious group of people fell from it. A boy with slightly pointed ears, a girl with black hair and pointed ears and a blue Dragon. And with their arrival, magic returns to Westeros and the Known Realm. the question is, will they be prepared for it?
This is a GoT/Inheritance Cycle fanfiction crossover. I don't own any rights to both of those stories and shows and all rights go to George RR Martin and Christopher Paolini.
"Oaths and Vows and Prayers, all things said before Gods and Kings and people called our betters. They're all Just words. They're all just promises. They're all just meant to be broken."
Ser Jaime Lannister, The Kingslayer.
Lady Megara Emrys, The Silent one.
A girl from a House with more power than any other - but the least known house and the last people left thriving in the Shadow Lands Beyond Asshai. A girl who had never spoken a word, a girl no one knows much about, a girl shrouded in mystery.
A boy too old to be called a boy, with more blood on his hands then he nor anyone else could ever wash off. A boy known everywhere in Westeros, Essos and even the northernmost points of Sothoros, but yet still not known by anyone - not even his sweet sister.
Two people joined together by a deal they had no part in, two people on two different paths that seem to twist and wind and bind together by forces beyond their control. After all, in the wise words of house Emrys; None of us can choose our destiny.
*Obviously I don't own Game of Thrones, all rights to that go to George Raymond Richard Martin and HBO, I do own Megara though, and her story line. I also own any plot changes you might notice when reading the story, characters I add, or events I alter. Enjoy!