Catelyn Stark formally of House Tully of Riverrun was once again in the birthing bed. Only ten months after her husband came home from Robert's war she was once again with child but unlike her first time Catelyn was fill with dread. Throughout her entire pregnancy she was experiencing dreams more like nightmares. She saw a man who looked like her husband Ned but with more savage look to him. His hair black as night with the long face of the Starks. Scars were on his face one going down his right eye and one across his left cheek. He wore dark grey and black armor with a sword that was smoky grey like Ice. He was looking at a field of fire with death dancing around like a girl in summertime. Blood was everywhere with the banners of Baratheon, Lannister, Tyrell, Frey, Greyjoy, and even Targaryen ripped apart. But what scared Catelyn the most was the man's eyes. His eyes were bluish grey a perfect mix of Stark and Tully. Was this her son? She prayed to the Seven that it wasn't and it was just a dream.

Lady Stark said Maester Luwin your babe he's coming out faster then I though all I need you do is one solid push.

So she did give a push with all her might to bring out her babe her son. She screamed atop of her voice and soon her babe was out. She heard him cry his first breath.

A boy my lady a healthy baby boy!

Hand him here Luwin let me see him. She reached for her new son and saw him he was a Stark a pure blooded Stark with dark hair. She then heard the door and saw her husband Ned walk in with her son Robb and the bastard Jon.

I come to see my new son my lady and the boys want to see their new brother.

He walked over and pulled a chair next to her bed. He smiled with joy. He's more Stark then Tully isn't he.

Yes, we should name him Brandon after your brother. She then heard the babe whine like he didn't like the name.

I'm afraid he doesn't like Brandon my love.

About Hoster then after my father? Another whine came only he cried louder. She kept rolling off names Torrhen, Rickard, Domeric, Arthur, William, Jorah, Kermit, Kyle. With every name the babe would cry like he was picking his own name.

What about Erik her husband said? The next thing she heard was laugh from her babe and somewhat a smile on his face. Yes, Erik that's good Northern name for him Erik Stark first of his name. She then looked at her baby with all the love and joy of her heart. He then opened his eyes for the first time and she felt a deep fear in her heart. His eyes were blue grey.