Far From Home

A Red Dead Redemption/Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice & Fire crossover

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Chapter 1: A Stranger in a Strange Land.

Arthur Morgan was a simple man. He had simple needs, simple emotions and wanted simple things. And whenever he faced a problem, he would solve it with the simplest means he had. One such problem he was facing was fellow gang member John Marston who was being a goddamned smart-mouthed idiot. Arthur's solution was to ride away from the Horseshoe Overlook camp towards the river to blow off some steam before John caught a fist with his face.

To blow off some steam, Arthur decided to do some fishing from the Dakota River. He wasn't the best at it, but it brought some peace to Arthur's mind as he slowly reeled in his line, hoping to catch a bite. He could see the fish in the water, a few even jumping out as if to taunt him, but none had taken a nibble on his line. Arthur grunted at the sour luck he was having.

Pausing for a moment to stop reeling his line, Arthur tucked the rod into his left elbow as he fumbled in his jacket for a pack of cigarettes. Plucking one cigarette out of the packet and sticking it between his lips, Arthur then proceeded to fumble around for his matchbook.

Suddenly, the outlaw paused and looked up, his fingers having stopped as he found the matchbook. His eyes squinting in the distance as he looked up at the sky.

Then there was a crackle of thunder and lightning, but there were no clouds in the sky that would speak of a storm. There was a feeling of pressure in between Arthur's ears, almost like when he felt the air be compressed the moment before a stick of dynamite exploded

Then with a great tearing sound, a red streak crossed the sky, it was a bright red colour like the colour of fresh blood, leaving a smoky trail behind it, burning brightly in the purpling sky as night was slowly falling.

Then falling out of the air and into the Dakota River was something of a humanoid shape. Landing in the river with an almighty splash and spray of water, the figure thrashed about for a moment before stilling and slowly standing up. The figure was that of a young man; he wore a mixture of leather and cloth as well as something Arthur vaguely recognised as chainmail from Jack's books of knights. He was even armed with a sword which only further cemented Arthur's thoughts. Oddly, the young man had dark blue hair that just reached the nape of his neck. He had quite a handsome face with pale skin and dark blue almost black eyes.

The young man looked around in confusion before noticing Arthur. "Where am I?" the young man in an accent that Arthur thought was British. The fishing rod Arthur held fell to the sandy banks of the river and his hand had shifted to his Cattleman revolver.

"Who the hell are you?" Arthur asked in a low dangerous voice, the hairs on the back of his head standing on end in warning.

"What land is this? Who are you?" the young man ignored Arthur's question.

"You first, buddy!" Arthur snapped as he drew out his revolver and aimed it at the young man but he didn't pull back the hammer.

"I… I'm Griff," said the young man after a moment of hesitation. "Who are you, sir?" he then asked.

"Arthur," Arthur replied as he lowered his revolver but didn't holster it. "Now would you mind tellin' me how the hell you fell from the sky and landed in the river there?" he asked.

"I… I don't know!" Griff blurted out. "I was on my way to the Shy Maid when I saw a red streak in the sky," he said. "I must've blacked out because the next thing I know, I was falling," he added.

"Right…" Arthur muttered. He looked at Griff more critically before saying, "And just what the hell are you wearing? You some kinda knight errant or somethin'?" he asked.

"I've been trained for knighthood, but I've yet to earn my spurs," Griff said. "What land is this?" he asked.

"You're in New Hanover. America if you wanna know the country," Arthur replied as he finally holstered his gun, deciding that the kid wasn't a threat but rested his hand on the grip of it. "Where are you from?" he asked.

"I'm from Essos," said Griff as he waded out of the water closer to Arthur. "Is this… America beyond Essos?" he asked.

"Can't say I've heard of any place called Eh-Sauce, but I don't think it's anywhere I know of," Arthur said as he kept a careful watch on the kid. While he was fairly confident the kid didn't have a gun on him, he didn't know how good he was with that sword by his side.

Griff looked around, even more confused and bewildered. Arthur felt vaguely concerned for the kid. "You uh… you okay there, kid?" the cowboy asked the blue haired boy.

"I… don't know," Griff said uneasily as he slowly sat down on the ground and held his head in both hands.

"Right…" Arthur muttered lowly as he picked his fishing rod. "Don't suppose you got anywhere you can stay?" he asked.

"Considering how I arrived, I imagine not," Griff said dryly as he looked up at Arthur.

"'Course you wouldn't," Arthur muttered. "Well, given what I just seen and how you arrived, I think this call for a drink," he said.

"Is there a town nearby?" Griff asked as he stood to his feet and wiped his hands on his trousers.

"Yeah, a placed called Valentine. Ain't far from here," replied Arthur.

"Would they have a stable? A place I can buy a horse?" Griff enquired.

"Oh, sure, they got a stable," said Arthur. "Question is, have ya got any money? I'm sure if you trade that there pigsticker of yours, you'd get a decent horse," he added as he glanced at Griff's sword. Now that he looked at the sword, Arthur was surprised at how it looked. He was no expert on swords, but he knew a good quality weapon when he saw one and Griff's sword looked to be no exception. The hilt was wrapped in dark leather cord and the pommel was the shape of a horned dragon's head with two small rubies for eyes. The crossguard was made of dark smoky metal that rippled like water. The blade was concealed in the scabbard but Arthur didn't doubt it was high quality as well. For a moment, Arthur was tempted to pull his gun on the kid and rob him of his sword, but the more he thought about it the more stupid it sounded. For one thing it would be hard to find a buyer for a sword in this day and age, even if the sword in question was high quality. Secondly, the owner of that sword might be inclined to use it if anyone tried to take it. So Arthur decided to play nice for now.

"I have some gold and silver," said Griff as he pulled a small but decent sized bag that jingled promisingly. Now Arthur was even more tempted to rob the kid, but some part told him not to.

"Well, alright then," the cowboy said before he whistled for his horse, a Thoroughbred stallion with a black coat and white nose he named Lucky, for no other reason than it sounded like a good name for a horse. Swinging himself up into the saddle, Arthur offered a hand to Griff who climbed up to sit behind Arthur. With a slight kick, Arthur urged Lucky into a canter down up the path and onto the road towards Valentine.

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TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: There! The first chapter of this done and dusted! This is my attempt at writing a canon Red Dead Redemption/Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice & Fire crossover of Aegon VI/Young Griff in the RDR2 universe. My other RDR/GoT/ASOI&F crossover The Dragon of West is on hold for now as it hasn't gotten a lot of reviews in spite of what I had hoped for, and some of you have suggested that I write a more canon RDR/GoT crossover, so this is my attempt at that. Whether or not this gains any traction depends on the number of reviews/view/follows/favourites, so who knows what will happen.

And if the title and beginning of this story is somewhat familiar, that's because I… well… I coped the title and parts of the beginning from a Witcher/RDR crossover by Red'sDeadBaby, so I do apologise for that. I could make the excuse that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but I will apologise for what is essentially copy and paste. But clear differences are here such as no Witcher world monsters, but we all know that not all monsters have fangs and claws.

And I'm still deciding if Aegon/Griff should join up with Arthur and the Van Der Linde gang, or just go his own way. Because being raised by Jon Connington and co. I imagine Aegon doesn't have a high opinion of bandits and outlaws and he might go bounty hunter and collect the bounty on the Van Der Linde gang, but then again, he might not. It'll be trick to see how that goes, but I think it will be worth it in the end.

Anyways, not much more for me to say, so I'll just leave this here and I'll see you all in the next chapter, or in another story of mine.

Be kind to one another,

Angry lil' elf.