Hello everyone, before we begin I have a few things to clarify. To those of you that have been following me from either of my other projects and haven't read both The Inheritance Cycle and both watched/read The Song of Ice and Fire series you might want to or otherwise you might not be able to follow along properly and this is only a side project, I'm hoping to get the next chapter of Element Halo out within the next week. This will be taking place one month after Eragon has left Alagaësia to look for the perfect place to set up the Dragon Rider Order and before Joffrey's disastrous wedding to Margaery.

My reasons for creating this is 1: because I'm currently binge-watching the entire series of Game of Thrones at the moment and I feel compelled to write something about it. 2: the fact that almost every goddamn Game of Thrones/Inheritance Cycle crossover I've been able to find on this godforsaken site has a gender-bent Eragon or has been dead since the day the first men crossed the arm of Dorne and it is really pissing me off. 3: there is just an extreme lack of fanfiction for the crossover in general and if no one is up for the job then I will be.

Just fair warning I haven't read the books for the Inheritance Cycle or Game of Thrones in a very long time, so I will not be the best at writing any of these characters to the letter because as much as I want to be George R.R. Martin I'm not. So certain fan favorites from both series might be WAY out of character but I'm trying my best at getting this to turn out as a good story. I beg of you please don't cut off my head as Joffrey did to Ned if the Imp isn't as witty as he is in the books and show. I'm rather attached to it thank you very much.

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"I've waited for this for so very long," Eragon sighed in bliss as he cuddled closer to the warm naked body next to him in the large bed.

"You're not the only one," Arya said as she laid her head down upon Eragon's exposed chest, her breasts squishing ever so softly into the side of his body.

"I want to stay here," Eragon kissed Arya on the top of her head, taking in her sent and closing his eyes.

"You can't, your journey hasn't ended yet," Arya stated as the room grew so cold that it started to freeze the sweat on his body instantly, something impossible within Ellesméra's powerful wards.

"Arya?" Eragon asked opening his eyes to find himself in a beaten, bloody set of his trusty dwarven made armor, with a massive furred cloak hung over his shoulders attempting to keep the cold from getting to him and Brisingr held firmly in hand. As he sheathed his blade he looked back up to find himself in the middle of a massive snow-covered field, to his back sat an unbelievably tall wall of ice that stretched as far up as the clouds and as far wide as the eye could see. Curious as he was about the wall of ice, Eragon needed to find a way out of this cold land so he started marching, a blizzard soon falling over him as he walked.

Eragon trudged through the blizzard for who knew how long before he came upon a tattered white flag barring the sigil of a grey, snarling wolf head flying alone in his path. The blizzard cleared up as soon as Eragon spotted the flag and a massive battle damaged castle covered in a thick layer of snow was slowly revealed laying ominously before him. Now with a better sight of his surroundings, the plane he was in was littered with the remnants of bone, siege engines fortifications and discarded weapons from a massive battle. At first, Eragon felt dread that something terrible was happening in Alagaësia but the fortress in front of him did not look like any build from his homeland since all the greatest castles had at least some help from magic.

"Where is this place?" Eragon asked himself as he approached the castle's caved in entrance to the outer wall.

As Eragon advanced further inside this begotten fortress, more signs of the long over battle is revealed. A sword stuck out of the snowy ground with a white wolf head decorating the pommel of the weapon, a golden hand lay close by in the middle of the courtyard. As he looked into the stable he saw a very small rapier sticking out of a tipped over a wooden box. Advancing into one of the barren snow filled halls the young Dragon Rider found a pin of a golden hand sitting on the lip of a broken window sill. Walking along the walls he spotted a broken chair with wheels at the bottom of one flight of stairs, one of the wheels had been torn off and the thing was flipped over onto its front.

All of this perplexed Eragon to a great extent. He felt all the things that he'd found were omens of great evil to come but this vision was different from all the others he'd had in his entire life. Those ones were usually pretty to the point but this, this gave him enough for a direction to follow but he had no further details to go off of to plan properly ahead and there was also the fact that he was able to move around the vision as well that confused him.

"Why am I seeing this?" Eragon whispered to himself, something inside telling him to stay quiet. That was until he heard a dragon's roar above him causing his head to snap up with the speed of an elf. The creature was deathly pale, with bright blue eyes full of malice and hatred. As it got closer unnaturally fast and before its jaws could close on Eragon, everything when black.

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Eragon sat up in his cot breathing heavy in fear as he looked himself over and found nothing new. The room was empty of all the people that had been there the night before, leaving only empty cots and him within. From what he could tell as he looked through a window on his right was that it was the break of dawn with not a flake of snow for miles in all directions, giving him the slight respite he needed to let out the breath he'd been holding unintentionally.

"Are you okay, little one?" Saphira asked, worry felt through their shared connection, obviously feeling the panic that had ran through him when he woke up.

"I'm fine… I think," Eragon responded as he climbed to his feet explaining his vision to Saphera, making sure to leave out the beginning of his dream as he got dressed into dark blue trousers, simple brown leather jerkin, brown leather boots, and strapped Brisingr to his hip.

"This news is very disconcerting," Saphira mused as Eragon worked his way to the top deck of the ship.

"Shadeslayer, it is good to see you up and moving so early," Lilmi the captain of the vessel nodded, her black hair tied back in a loose bun, "I trust that your sleep was peaceful."

"Better than my first night on this fine vessel, Captain," Eragon bowed his head in greeting, remembering the time it took him to gain his sea legs. If he remembered correctly Saphira was the one to taunt him for it, "anything I should know about before I begin searching today?"

"We've spotted a storm front moving in from the South West as well as a small land mass due East with what looks like a port, judging by the number of ships around it," the Captain explained shifting her head to the prow of the ship to point it out, "we should be able to dock at it by midday but the storm will hit us first so flying is out of the question."

"Thank you," Eragon said and left the Captain to attend to her duties as he took up point on the prow of the ship.

"Do you think this might be the place that your vision tried to warn you about?" Saphira asked as her beautiful sapphire blue head rose out of the water.

"Maybe," Eragon stated aloud after contemplating it for several minutes.

"What are you planning?" Saphira asked looking Eragon's way as she paddled beside the ship.

"Do a little scouting," Eragon shrugged focusing on the continent in front of him, "you're staying here."

"What, why?!" Saphira questioned in shock.

"Dragons were a rarity during the times that they did run free, even in Alagaësia," Eragon reasoned as he scanned the slowly approaching cost line, "so I don't want you to make the natives go into a panic," he only received a pouty look from the big blue dragon, disapproving of him marching off into the unknown without her, "relax I don't plan on going alone."

"Who do you have in mind?"

"Kolmas, Thalle, Blödhgarm, Doldusni, and Dimia," Eragon counted the names off on his hand, "what do you think?"

"Could be better," Saphira snorted water out her nose, "but they should do."

"Glad you approve," Eragon laughed, shaking his head in amusement.

"Intercepting ships coming at us from starboard side!" one of the deck hands called out, causing everyone to stop what they were doing and turn to face these new vessels.

The lead ship looked like a galleon if Eragon was correct on the terminology and the six others looked to be simple longships. The galleon had a much longer, slimmer body compared to the elven ship he was on, he also caught a glint of steel coating the prow for ramming purposes. The mast of these new ships bore the image of an upside-down golden squid on the sail. On the deck, Eragon spotted a large number of soldiers were getting ready for a fight. If Eragon counted correctly, there were at least 40 armed soldiers lining the sides and prow of the galleon, the longships, on the other hand, had at least 10 to 20 soldiers lining their sides and prow… most wielding bows in their hands.

"Arrows!" Eragon yelled out to anyone that could hear him as the other vessels aimed at them, "get down!"

Eragon ducked behind the railing of the prow, hoping to have some added protection from the volley of arrows peppering the ship, taking a precaution if any of the arrows fired had runes to negate wards. Thankfully the ones that weren't stopped by the railing were easily forced away with the help of his wards. As the Shadeslayer stood back to his feet to possibly throw spells at their new attackers he saw two of the longships ram themselves into the side of the elven ship, having used their ores to get in close faster than expected. The wood of the ship creaked under the crushing force that the ram impacting the hull caused, yet it did not break the magic-infused wooden structure and instead made the attacking boats slip off and come parallel with the elf ship.

"Draw weapons!" Lilmi ordered to her crew as the attacking ship slung planks between the ships to begin a boarding action.

"Eragon!" Saphira exclaimed causing the young dragon rider to turn his attention to her but instead found that the galleon had moved around to the other side and slammed into the hull, this time cracking the wood and deploying a forward plank with sharp spikes to anchor onto the elven ship.

As soon as the second ship attached itself rain started to pour down from the sky and the soldiers aboard all three attacking vessels started to poor on, sword, ax, mace or knife held firmly in hand as they charged onto the elven ship. Eragon drew Brisingr as the first soldier came on him, cutting through the soldier's boiled leather armor and disemboweling the man in one swift stroke of his bright steel blade. Twisting slightly, Eragon dodged an incoming mace meant to cave in his skull, nearly losing his footing from the mixture of blood, seawater, and rain drenching the wood under his feet. Getting within the guard of the raider he thrust upward, burying the blue blade of Brisingr deep into the man's sternum causing the man to spray a little blood onto Eragon's cheek from his open mouth as he bled to death on the sapphire blue blade.

"Shadeslayer, protect the eggs!" Lilmi ordered from across the boat, a pile of bodies at her feet, some having died to her blade or lay lifeless from one spell or another as she pointed to the lower decks that the invaders had just broken into.

Eragon nodded and B-Lined it for the entrance, cutting down several more raiders as he did so. Some of the elves had fallen in the fighting, most having multiple stabs and bludgeoning wounds from multiple different angles. The enemy had the numbers against them but seemed to oddly lack the magic the Eragon would have thought would be common on the battlefield, especially naval warfare. He'd been able to grab Blödhgarm and Kolmas as he fought his way down. The rest of the crew wouldn't hold out for much longer with how many more raiders there were compared to the elven crew but for every one that fell, they had taken six to seven with them before being brought down by the weight of numbers.

"Saphira, where are you?" Eragon called out as he made his way down to the lower level.

"Trying to hold back more boats," Saphira stated, annoyance written in her mental tone, "there is 20 more that are trying to close in from the mainland dock."

"Forget about them," Eragon commanded as he punched one of the raiders that had made it to the lower deck in the chest, sending the man flying into a wall on the opposite side of the room, "we've lost here, there are too many for us to take on we're leaving with as many dragon eggs as we can."

"I understand," Saphira said.

"We'll be up top in a few minutes be ready," Eragon said as the two elves and the half-elf dragon rider approached the cargo compartment of the ship, not encountering another living soul below deck before reaching the place where the dragon eggs were held. When they reached it, they found two raider bodies with arrows sticking out of their necks and as they walked in blades at the ready an arrow flew by Eragon's nose by a hair's breadth before embedding itself in one of the support beams.

"Shadeslayer, what's happening?" Dimia asked as she revealed herself from behind a few barrels, bow in one hand and arrow quiver in the other. Cuaroc stood next to her, weapons drawn in his metallic hands.

"We're under attack, we need to leave now," Blödhgarm said as the ship rocked and a dragon's roar rang out.

"The Dragon eggs and Eldunarí are our top priority," Eragon stated as he opened one of the large crates holding the eggs and made sure they were safe before putting it back on, "Saphira open the deck, we're going to need an easy exit to carry the eggs out."

Soon after Eragon says this, dragon's teeth stuck through the deck above them and tore the planks free to make a large enough hole for Saphira to easily grab whatever she wanted from inside. The dragon whipped her head back for a second outside the view of those below her and spat blue flame at whoever was dumb enough to attack her flank while she worked to free the cargo from its hold.

"We need to get up there come on," Eragon stated as he started to climb through the hole.

"Shadeslayer," Blödhgarm called out to get Eragon's attention and threw the dragon rider his saddle bags.

"Thanks," Eragon nodded as he pulled his shield with the sigil of Dûrgrimst Ingeitum painted on the front from his bag and finished the climb.

The top deck was a mess of blood, water, fire, and bodies as more and more raiding vessels either docked with their kin or attached themselves to the elven ship. Most of the elves on the top deck had died between the time Eragon went down to now. The captain sat on the mast sword plunged deep into her chest to the point it was stuck in the wood, two others stood defiantly on the prow as they were quickly swarmed and three more stood on the stern using the narrow steps and high ground afforded to them to beat back the raiders but they were still being beaten down. One of the ships that had hit the elven vessel sat burning in blue fire and another sat with mast broken and most of the top deck caved in. as he watched over the carnage the others had been able to get themselves and some of the contents of the most important crates onto the deck and were currently loading them onto Saphira's back.

"Hold them off while we load the cargo," Cuaroc ordered as he gathered multiple bundles of eggs and Eldunarí and draped them across Saphira's back.

"Right," Eragon nodded and strapped his saddle bag to Saphira's saddle before taking a defensive stance between the raiders finally noticing his presence again and charging.

The first two to come up to, Eragon, weapons in hand got their heads removed from Eragon's blade before they could react properly. A third was quick enough to be able to block Eragon's downward swing with his shield before being shield bashed in the face by the Shadeslayer's own shield, caving in the man's half helmet with a sickening crunch. After he fell the rest of the raiders that were in the process of attacking stopped and circled Eragon, with the dragon rider still standing in the way of them and Saphira.

"How much longer?" Eragon called back to his companions as he watched the rest of the raiders finish off the rest of the crew and turn their eyes toward him and the dragon. They looked scared of Saphira, pretty logical if you look toward their boats. Yet they stood their ground in spite of it, he had to give them respect for that.

"We're done let's go," Blödhgarm responded as he took a seat near the middle of Saphira's back the other two not far behind.

"Eragon, get on," Saphira commanded as she growled at the raiders, smoke spewing from her nostrils. Eragon took off at a sprint for his saddle, as he did so the trance of fear written on the raider's faces vanished and they moved all as one. Yet they still weren't fast enough to catch up to Eragon as he mounted his post on Saphira's back and she immediately took off. Her takeoff wasn't the fastest due to the amount of weight laid upon her, allowing a few arrows to bounce harmlessly off of her body as she took higher into the air. The winds and rain helping to block arrows firing at the big blue dragon.

"Where do we go from here?" Kolmas asked as he looked back at the ships burning in the water and the friends that they had left behind.

"There is only one place to go from here," Eragon said as he set his sights on the continent in front of them.

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"What were we able to gather and bring with us?" Eragon asked as Kolmas, Blödhgarm, Cuaroc, and Dimia set up camp.

They had set down a few hours ago in a small clearing in the closest forest they could find, the base of a mountain worked pretty well to keep them covered for now but it wouldn't keep them concealed for long. Eragon had just finished laying wards that would alert them of any incoming movement within a good 30 meters and decided to rest for what time he could now. None of them fully trusting the lands they found themselves in so they kept what little weapons they brought with them close at hand and stayed as close as possible to each other.

"A bow, one full quiver of arrows, two threadbare cloaks, a couple of bushels of fruits and vegetables, a scrying mirror, 20 eggs, four Eldunarí and whatever you have in your saddle bag," Blödhgarm sighed, scratching his blue-furred cheek to try and clear some dried blood from his fur.

"We were only able to get that little?" Eragon asked, his heart dropping in despair.

"We were able to ward the rest enough to make sure that our attackers can't get to them," Curaroc stated to alleviate some of Eragon's worries.

"The food can probably last us a day and we can easily live off the land using spells but we will eventually be found," Dimia stated as she finished running through another inspection of their food supply.

"Agreed," Eragon sighed, "it would be good to find the monarch of these lands and at least attempt to get help with getting the ship back."

"Useless without a crew to sail it," Cuaroc shot the idea down, "but we do need to secure the test of the eggs."

"Well, we need to find out what exactly we've been pulled into and what the current state of affairs is, so we run the possibility of surviving in this land," Eragon pointed out.

"True, but first we need to get word back to Alagaësia so we can get back," Dimia stated.

"I'm not leaving, even when we get the eggs back," Eragon said, "at least not until I have an answer to my vision."

"Vision?" Blödhgarm asked, "what did you see?"

"A wall made of ice that reached into the clouds, a snowstorm of a like I've never seen before and a crumbling castle with signs of severe combat," Eragon shivered at the memory slightly, remembering the ungodly bite of cold he felt while there.

"This is not good," Blödhgarm said as he watched the trees around them, "I'm here for you by oath, Shadeslayer."

"I'm going to tell Arya what happened, she'll need to know and be ready for when we need her," Eragon said as he walked over and took the bag holding the scrying mirror and sat with his back to Saphira, repeating the words 'draumr kópa' and visualizing the Elf Queen as he did so.

As the spell worked its way through the glass, he caught the glimpse of the open starlit sky before the green eye of Fírnen entered the view to look down on him curiously. The dragon stared at him for a minute before the image shook as if a person was picking it up and the tired and the somewhat irritated face of Arya replaced it. Her hair was frizzed from rolling around in her bed if Eragon was correct and her emerald green eyes immediately changed from annoyance to surprise and lastly to fall on cheerful as a small smile adorned her face. Arya immediately tried to fix her hair into something more presentable. When she spotted the blood and grime on Eragon's face, she stopped dead in her tracks.

"Eragon, what happened?" Arya asked, worry now marred her elven features and voice, "are you okay?"

"I'm alive," Eragon soothed Arya the best way he could through his voice, using her true name in a hushed tone only for her ear to hear, and informed her of what happened, the new continent and of his vision.

"You want me to stay back while you could possibly get yourself killed?" Arya said in a hushed tone, flabbergasted.

"No, if we are going to deal with this possible threat properly then, I'm going to need you to find Murtagh," Eragon clarified, "we'll need all the dragon riders we can get our hands on."

"Okay, what about you?" Arya asked.

"Recon and to see what is exactly going on here," Eragon answered, "I don't want you bringing armies to attempt to stop a calamity that might or might not happen. I'll speak to you again in a month or sooner if anything comes up."

"Okay," Arya sighed in understanding, both dragon riders repeated each other's true name before Eragon dispelled the mirror and leaned back against Sahira's side to get some sleep.

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So the Ironborn are being assholes right from the get-go... like usual. At least Eragon was able to save a couple of friends, some of the eggs and the Eldunarí so that was a plus. What will happen next? I don't know, because like Jon Snow I know nothing. You'll figure out what happens next when the sun rises in the West and sets in the East, and when the mountains blow like leaves in the wind. Joking and witch prophecies aside, thank you all for reading this story. Don't forget to review what you thought about this.

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