Chapter 1: Rebirth

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Daniel walked slowly over the snowy embankment until he finally saw the fjord below him. What lay before him was the expansive city of Arendelle in all of its winter glory as he began to study every feature of the magical kingdom that lay before him. Arendelle had an open port dock for incoming ships and was surrounded by huge looming walls that would serve to protect it from any kind of invading force. Inside of these walls lied the many houses and shops that made up Arendelle and all of her citizens as well, who were protecting themselves from the incoming blizzard by staying indoors at that very moment. Daniel gazed upon the kingdom until his eyes began to study the castle, which was beginning to be compacted with snow but was still standing strong and imposing with its tall walls and guard towers. Inside of those concrete blocked walls of coldness was the Main Keep where the rulers of this magical kingdom lived along with their royal retainers. Daniel was no stranger to kingdoms and castles but even he was struck with awe at the quaint kingdom that had a surprising imposing force to protect it and not to his knowledge, a very dangerous elemental as well. Daniel was weary as he pulled up the hood of his black cloak as the temperature began to drop even farther below zero. Night was beginning to fall and Daniel didn't want to be caught victim to wolves and the dangerous creatures of the night so he swiftly began his ascent to enter the fjord and the kingdom below him. As he walked down the embankment he looked at the very shallow river in front of him and as he began to fill his canteen, he looked at his reflection. What Daniel saw was a hard but handsome man that didn't look his young age of 24, his face was muscular, chiseled, and covered in a brown beard that he kept trimmed nicely. Daniel's dark brown hair was of medium length and kept slicked back but his most interesting facial feature were his eyes. Daniel's eyes were coal black and seemed to have no soul in them for they had see horrible things in this world that would make some of the most hardened men in this world fall. Daniel's skin was pale white but held a healthy complexion to it and he was blessed by the gods to have a nose that complimented his stone hard facial features. Daniel was around 6 foot and was wiry and strong with muscles that rippled throughout his whole body but were covered by his leather jerkin, leather pants, black cloak, and dark boots. On Daniel's belt lay a sword in a leather sheath and no one in his homeland could wield it such as himself. The long-sword had a leather handle that was well worn with a golden hilt and the blade itself was made of the rare Valyrian steel. Valyrian steel was rare in Westeros and was the strongest of metals and in Daniel's case it had engravings of ancient runes that held their own magical effect of protection to the magnificent blade. No one was as fit to yield this blade but Daniel himself, for he was the best sword fighter in all of Westeros and was feared by all men due to his great legend in his many adventures of warfare in the many lands that before the Seven Kingdoms. Daniel had left Westeros though, for the land was beginning to fall apart and be ripped by darkness and turmoil but there lay more of a tale of his self imposed exile.

Daniel thought to himselfas he refilled his canteen, " Not much farther lies a clean bed and the biggest cup of ale I can buy after of this god-forsaken travel."

Daniel stood back up and ran through the shallow waters of the river until he came upon the bank near the forest and he began to run to the gates of Arendelle as he thought of the much needed rest that lay before him. As he approached the opened gates of Arendelle, two guards stopped him before he could enter.

The Arendellian guard in his chain mail and uniform had a hand on his sword as he glared and said, " Stop right there." " What's seems to be the purpose of your visit to kingdom of Arendelle in these terrible weather conditions."

Daniel replied calmly, " I have traveled a long way and just wish to stop here and rest before I continue on my journey north.."

The guard gave him a once over and something in his gut told him that he was dealing with a very dangerous young man but he had nothing to hold him with so he stepped aside and let Daniel entered the snow covered kingdom. As Daniel entered through the gates, he passed by the simple cottages and shops as he made his way to the first inn he could find. Daniel entered The Drunken Snowflake and studied the simple bar room around him and to his satisfaction saw no one there besides the lowly barkeep there.

The barkeep said, "What can I do ye for traveler?"

Daniel replied, " Give me the biggest damn cup of ale you can get me out this accursed bar and be quick about it."

As the bartender set the cup in front of Daniel, he watched in astonishment as Daniel chugged the cup with ease and wiped the ale off the wisps of his beard.

"You're not from around here are ya boy?"

Daniel looked up at the bald and ugly barkeep and said, "You ask one to many questions while you should only be concerned with how much ale I tell you to pour in this goddamn cup."

The barkeep ignored his crude reply and stated, "Your accent is not those from around these here parts." " I have seen all walks of life from these surrounding lands walk in this bar but yet none of your appearance and stature."

Before Daniel could even reply, the door burst open with a resounding crash as two huge drunkards walked in carrying huge bottles of wine.

Daniel whipped around on high alert with his hand on his sword hilt as the two drunkards begin to exclaim "Georgie, spare us some of your ale while you're at it for some of your two most loyal customers." The fat men plopped themselves right next to Daniel on the bar stools as Georgie glared at them with his dark beady eyes.

"I told you two were never allowed back in here again now get out! Or I'll call the guard I swear it!"

One of the drunkards smashed their wine bottle against the table, creating a sharpened edge to it and pointed it directly at Georgie as the alcohol began to leak out.

"I don't think that be in your best interest there Georgie. I'd hate for somebody to get hurt over a little ale."

Daniel studied the two fat men and said, "I think it'd your best interest to leave as soon as you can. There's no need for blood to flow tonight." As Daniel said this in a dark whisper, the drunkard that had threatened Georgie turned on Daniel.

"And what in the hell do you think you're going to do about it squir-"

The lard of a man did not even finish his sentence as Daniel unsheathed his longsword with blinding speed and kicked the bar stool out from under him.

Daniel held the gleaming blade in front of the fat man's face as it contorted into one of pure terror. Daniel took his sword and gouged the man's eye out with it, with a skillful flip of his wrist.

"An eye for an eye," Daniel whispered in a dark tone. As blood began to pour of the man's newly formed wound and the eyeball began to roll across the bar floor. The fat man began to scream loudly as Daniel grabbed the man by his shirt collar and dragged out of the bar and threw him out into the street.

The now one-eyed fat drunkard's companion looked at Daniel with the look of pure mortification and terror as looked at the eyeball freshly plucked from his friend's eye socket. With speed remarkable for a worthless drunk, he shot across the bar faster and out the door of the bar.

Georgie gaped at the dark, mysterious, and very dangerous stranger in front of him. Daniel sighed and scraped the edge of his sword against the bar table getting the blood off and sheathed it. He had hoped to lie low in this kingdom but it seems that fate had other plans for him.

Without saying a word, Daniel layed four gold coins on the table and began his ascent upstairs to his inn room and entered into it thinking what had made him do such an evil action to a man whose act paled in comparison to Daniel's terrifying justice. Daniel took off his sword belt and lied it next to his straw bed and he sprawled out on the smooth sheets and pillow as he drifted off into a a dark and dreamless sleep.