A/N: Welcome back. Thank you for being interested in my fic. If you have not read The Raging Storm, I recommend reading it because of a few continuing plot lines.
Please RR.
All GoT quotes are from the books, so don't complain about that. And enjoy
When the snow falls and the white winds blow,
The lone wolf dies,
But the pack survives
-Arya Stark
~PROLOGUE~
A man walked alone in the Reguluosi wastes. His face was weathered by the sun and wind, and his dark hair was bedraggled. He followed the trail of blood to a rock where a discombobulated body lay.
On the rock was the hilt of a sword along with part of the blade. It was a Uranian sword, that was forged by a decent blacksmith. On the hilt there was an Uranian phrase etched into it.
He scoffed as he tossed it to the ground.
The man kept wandering the wastes where he found the remains of a mighty lion scattered around. It had seemed that the mighty beast fought valiantly before being slain. He said a prayer before continuing onward.
In a broken down building he entered through a space that had been blasted through. The rubble scattered around gave hints to a battle that had taken place. He followed his nose to the deceased body of a man who had been slain in combat. There was blood all over the room that couldn't possibly have come from him. However, there were no other bodies with the man.
He shook his head as he kicked the body.
"Revolution my son," he said. "You have failed me." He checked his fallen son's body for any record of his mission.
He found a journal that detailed information on his mission. As he flipped through the book he smiled at some of the details. He closed the book and laughed.
"At least you started the mission," he said. "Now let's go find this grandson of mine."