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Elias Arc III was looking out into the world from the inside of his tent and let his mind wander. He had been at war for a year now, calling the banners (1) when tension was at its highest. He was the heir to House Arc, one of the most powerful and richest Houses in the Seven Kingdoms. Now that war had started he couldn't wait to get home to Casterly Rock again.

Casterly Rock was a formidable castle, on top of a hill, overlooking the thriving city of Arcport. The Rock had been well maintained thanks to the Arc fortune, which made them the second wealthiest family in Westeros, just behind the royal House of Schnee.

He was fighting this war because of his best friend, the prince of Westeros, Robert Schnee. They had grown up together and were brothers in all but blood. House Winchester of North however had rebelled against the Crown which had brought them here. In the first few months of the war he'd earned himself the reputation of a great tactician and an even greater warrior.

He was an Arc after all, and that gave him some advantages. His sword for example, is a great one. Crocea Mors, forged by Elias Arc I during the War of Conquest, it was a remarkably sharp blade. It was a longsword with the blade having a chrome colour. The cross-guard was gold while the handle was blue. His shield was made of metal, and was the colour of freshly fallen snow. Over it, were the golden twin arcs of his House, proudly emblazoned on the front.

He was snapped out of his reverie when a rider had approached and told him of the arrival of the prince. Elias had thanked the soldier, to which he had taken his leave. Approaching the camp was Robert. He was robed in his white armour, with the Schnee snowflake fixated on the chest of his armour. Once he was close enough, he got off of his horse and greeted his friend with a smile.

"Robert, I had heard of your capture of the Crossing, which was good, old friend." Elias had greeted his best friend and prince.

The prince merely laughed and waved the praise away. "You think me taking that glorified toll bridge was something? That was nothing. Once the weakling saw me and my army coming, he surrendered. What about you? You had taken Riverrun, the capital of the Riverlands! That'll teach those treacherous bastards to think twice of rebelling."

Elias politely nodded. "Robert, we should prepare to march on. House Hart had opened Moat Cailin for us to come through, on which they must be pardoned from the war."

"Those cowards, the side they chose is losing and so they switch to prevent themselves from harm." The prince spat venomously.

"I agree, however this helps speed up the war. Moat Cailin has never fallen, and taking it would be nothing short of impossible, even for us. Now that we have an open route north, all we have to do is take the seat of House Winchester, Winterfell."

"I don't like this, not one bit." Robert had said.

"Neither do I, but the faster it's done the faster peace can fall on the realm once again."

And with that, Arc and Schnee mounted their horses and headed north.

A Few Days Later

"We're only a day or two away from Winterfell. With most of the North surrendering, the only resistance we have is with House Winchester." Elias had mentioned to the man beside him.

"Hn, I'm used to this by now, but that doesn't mean I like it. We'll take Winterfell El, and when we're done, it'll be back to King's Landing for us." Robert had responded.

"As fun as that sounds, you know I have to go back to Casterly Rock. I am the heir, after all." The Arc had commented.

"Why do you always have to act like a spoil sport El? We won't be 16 forever, so we might as well enjoy every single moment."

"I agree, but there's a fine line between having fun and being completely irresponsible."

"Well you're no fun." The prince merely pouted at his best friend.

"Robert" sigh "once this is done, why don't we go to the Wall and piss off of the edge of the world."

At those words, the prince smiled widely and sent his warhorse on a sprint while all the while yelling "Race ya to Winterfell!"

Elias merely shook his head, but smiled as he raced to catch his friend.

When they had seen Winterfell in the distance, it was quite breathtaking. It was dawn, and so the light pink of the sky illuminated Winterfell beautifully. The castle was large and made of gray stones which were aged but strong.

"How could such a beautiful castle belong to such treasonous whores?" Robert had asked no one in particular.

"It doesn't matter. We must end the war as quickly as we can. We'll set up the siege lines a few hundred metres from Winterfell. We'll weaken them with our archers and afterwards send in the ladders and battering rams." Everyone nodded at Elias Arc's command. Robert might be the prince but Elias was a proven battle commander, he even outsmarted those three times his senior.

Once all was said and done, the archers were ready and it was all set. 'This is where this horrible war will end.' Elias had thought. Too many men-good men-had died fighting, and he'd want to make the Winchester's pay for what they've done.

He lifted his arm, and swung it down, signalling the archers to begin firing.

After about twenty minutes of non-stop firing, he lead the soldiers with the ladders himself, while Robert was with the ram.

Elias had ran with his sword and shield in hand, dodging arrows headed for him, and blocking them with his shield. Once the ladder had been set up against the wall, he climbed the ladder with haste. He saw the first guard and immediately drove Crocea Mors blade first into his face and drove it to the hilt. When he pulled it back it made an audible SLURP sound. Afterwards, he charged at another guard and swung his blade, beheading the guardsman. He looked to his left and saw a man swing at him and blocked the blow with his shield. He swung Crocea Mors but it was also blocked. This went on for a few more swings until Elias had kicked the man's knee, positioned Crocea Mors above his head, and drove it down to the hilt. With a sickening CRUNCH as he pulled it out, his men had finally gone up the ladders and followed his lead.

As the battle raged around him, he finally saw who he was looking for, the self-proclaimed 'King in the North', Martin Winchester. He wore a light gray armour set, complete with the golden phoenix of his House on the front. Scowling, Elias called out to the Winchester, and stalked towards him.

The two men looked at each other, not saying a single word, and charged. Elias lifted Crocea Mors and swung,, although it was parried by Martin. He swung at the Arc lord, but was immediately blocked by a white shield with twin arcs on the front. Elias pivoted on his feel and swung at the rib of Martin and was relieved to find that he had caught him off guard. After Crocea Mors had made contact, he quickly backed up, and examined the wound he dealt. It wasn't fatal, but there was blood, though not enough to make him bleed out. Martin was livid however and blindly charged at Elias with a roar, and swung his mace at him.

Elias blocked the swing with his shield and tried to hit Martin the way he did earlier, but the traitor had ducked under Crocea Mors, and dropping his mace, he tackled Elias to the ground, making him lose his weapons as well, and began to punch him in the face repeatedly.

When Elias finally got his bearings, he found himself getting hit in the face repeatedly by Martin. He blocked a punch with both of his forearms and punched the Winchester in the throat. When Martin had grasped his throat, Elias had pushed Martin off of him and drove both of his thumbs into his eyes. Martin had given off a hideous scream as blood started pooling from his eyes, where Elias's thumbs made contact. Elias only drove his thumbs deeper and deeper, until he couldn't push anymore. When that point had come, he had gotten off of the screaming Winchester and stopped to look up. He noticed that the battle had stopped and that everyone had been observing his fight with Martin, and after looking at his bloodied thumbs, and at the writhing form of Martin Winchester with his hands on his face-more specifically-where Elias's thumbs had been.

He looked back up at the men and addressed them.

"This rebellion is over." He gestured to the 'King in the North' with his hand; some specs of blood flew from his hand onto the ground. "Your 'Northern King' will never be able to see again. If he could, he would see the result of his failed rebellion. Now throw down your weapons, and no further harm will befall upon you, or else." He nodded towards the broken body of Martin Winchester.

Just as he said, the Winchester men threw down their weapons, and surrendered. Elias walked away from the scene, walking towards his horse to leave Winterfell.

A few minutes later, Robert had approached him, covered in blood, and put his hand on Elias's shoulder, with a bright grin on his face.

"We did it. We won our first war, and what a way to do it! We brought those traitors to heel and showed everyone why no one should rebel. I'm glad I have you with me, Elias." The prince had shown an unnatural amount of sentimentality towards his best friend. Elias however, could only look down, in sadness.

"Ay, we won, but at what cost? There are so many dead or dying, and the gold we've sunk into this war is quite a lot. It'll take even more to fix the country, since the Northerners decided to burn the countryside, and some of the Westernlands."

The prince looked surprisingly serious before addressing his best friend. "Gods be good El, don't go quitin' on me now. Yes a lot of people died, and more are dying, and we sunk a lot of gold into this war, but we should let everyone know what we're capable of. And as punishment, we should execute the bloody Winchester who calls himself the King in the North. How about that, eh El? You can even do the honours. We drag his useless carcass in the Winterfell courtyard, invite all the Northern lords, and make them watch as he gets beheaded. That'll be quite the example, if I do say so myself."

Elias merely looked at his friend before replying. "We cannot kill him. There has been enough bloodshed, besides I already took away his sight, it'll be worse than death for him. Also, Michael Zlo had escaped. Yes he doesn't seem like a problem now but either him or his descendants will come back, we mustn't let up. We have the advantage, we need to send men after him, I'll even lead them if need be. Just give me a few hours to prepare."

"No, the war was long and we're all tired, we need our rest, and you will not be chasing after the Zlo. That is an order from your prince. Besides, if he comes, let him. We'll be here, waiting to throw him back to whatever shithole where he came from."

With that, the prince had retracted his hand from Elias Arc's shoulder before walking off, presumably to the stables, to tell his men to be ready to leave.

With that, Elias Arc looked around him, fully taking in the carnage. Bloodied bodies were strewn across the yard, with weapons scattered all around, the ground was red and sticky, while the smell of blood and death clung to the air. 'I really hope you're right about House Zlo, Robert.'

(1) Calling the banners meant the Liege lord would summon every lord who had sworn an oath to him to bring men and supplies to fight for that lord.

The Prologue's done, giving you a little back story on what happened maybe some 20-odd years before Jaune and the gang are born. As you can tell, this story's been heavily influenced by Thrones. Updates to this and Jaune's First Mission will be regular. However, the pairing for this has already been decided.