Hello all,

I hope you are enjoying so far, please let me know what you think. I will remind you all that this story is mostly based on the books/show but there have been some tweaks to the world building and history. However, I do try to remain as close as I can.

Once again I do not own these characters except for of course my OC's.

WARNING: Mature themes, swearing, and bloodshed through the entire story, you have been warned. that being said

Please enjoy,

icefireSpirit Wolf

A.K.A.

The Forsaken Author


"Sigi!" Her father's voice cried out. Siglgion's eyes snapped open as she whipped her head towards her father as he barreled down the steps towards them, his sword drawn. The man in front of her rolled towards her as if to grab her. She shrieked, panicking she pressed herself as flat as she could to the wall flinching as she saw the man reach towards her.

Her father leaped and knocked himself into the man, effectively tackling him to the ground, Sigligon moved past the two adults deciding to run back up the stairs. She stopped when she reached the top and turned to see her father grappling with the man below. The fear for her life now out of the way she watched in horror as her father wrestled with the man. The two figured grunted and strained and she began to sob wishing this would all stop, her heart was beating so fast and so loud and her breath came in rapid gasps but then a flicker of light caught her eye on the ground next to them. Both blades had been abandoned in the fall.

She saw the hilt of one of the swords a few feet away from her father and the man. Both men still grunted and strained, seeming to ignore their weapons. In a feat of strength, her father flipped the man over and was currently seated on top of the man's chest, both his hands tight around the man's neck.

The man had one arm straining against her father's hands, allowing him the ability to breathe in tight gasps. The other was clawing at her fathers face. The man kicked out at father but nothing landed.

Sigligon swallowed. Her mouth was so incredibly dry and the fear in her had tightened into a ball in her stomach and chest. But even though fear consumed her, she knew she had to help Jovern.

She scampered down the steps her objective in her mind. Despite being afraid and having little strength she knew what she had to do. Reaching for the hilt of the visible blade she snatched it from the ground. Instantly her arm dipped. The sword was incredibly heavy and she was not expecting it. She grunted and managed to lift it up. Turning to the two men a memory of her father's voice rang out clear in her mind. 'Point the sword and follow through do not give up.'

Gritting her teeth she aimed for the only weak point she could see, the armpits of the armor. She stepped forward putting her body behind the force of the blade. She managed to strike where she aimed and even managed to drive the blade in an inch or two.

The man cried out in pain. Her father now aware of what was happening and what she was doing threw himself towards her. Knocking her away from the man and the blade. The man was in pain and weakened greatly so her father quickly grabbed the hilt and drove it deeper into the man.

There was a terrible shriek as the sword plunged deeper. Blood bubbled from the man's lips and she heard a few last gasps before his body went still and slowly she heard the sound of air hissing from deflating lungs.

A deafening silence filled the room. Sigligon was sunken against a wall her body shivering like a leaf. She could scarcely put a thought together, her mind was racing as fast as her beating heart. A sob took her, she just wanted this all to end. The fighting, the blood, the running just all of it.

She buried her face in her hands. Hot tears rolled down her tightly scrunched face. Her jaw trembled as she began to weep uncontrollably.

Her father's voice was in her ear and she felt his arms cradle and lift her up into his lap as he held her. There they sat on the cold floor she sobbed into his shirt, her hand's arms wrapped around his neck tightly not wanting to let him go.

He rocked slightly as a hand ran circled around her back, he hummed to her softly, nothing she recognized but it was calming. It felt like hours but it could have only been a few minutes.

Slowly her body began to relax and calm down. She lifted her head and looked up into his deep blue eyes. He gave her a small smile. He had a torrent of sweat and even a few scratch marks on his face but he was still her father through and through.

She put her head over his shoulder and hugged him, his scruffy beard tickling the side of her neck. He spoke finally. "My courageous little one." She pulled back, fresh tears beginning to fill her eyes. She shook her head "But I'm not!" she interjected. "I was never so scared!-but I had to help you!"

Jovern shushed her and put a hand to her cheek. "Being afraid is apart of being courageous, I was afraid too, but I knew I had to fight, I had to protect you no matter what." She wiped her tears from her eyes and sniffled.

A voice came from the darkness of the tunnel. "I...Is it okay to come out now?" Korb's voice wavered as he was afraid as well. Jovern turned and spoke to the dark tunnel. "Yes Korb, come here." He encouraged Korb, beckoning him to come out.

Korb's figure appeared. He clutched the bags tightly, his face and knuckles white. "Come here," Jovern said lifting an arm to bring the boy to come to his side. Korb meekly did as was told and sat next to them.

Their they sat. Sigligon on her fathers lap and Korb next to them Joverns arm protectively around them. Jovern let out a loud sigh "Are you both okay?" Sigligon wiped the remaining tears on her face and nodded.

"I think I'm okay now father," she answered. Jovern looked to Korb. "How about you Korb?" Korb had a worried expression on his face but he nodded. "I am okay...I think, thank-you for caring Sir."

Jovern nodded "Your welcome Korb, and call me Jovern, I don't think Sir is not warranted at the moment." Korb nodded "of course Si- Jovern," he said correcting himself. Sigligon turned and looked to the dead man a few feet away, there was a small pool of blood forming underneath him and beginning to expand towards them.

"Father...the man,...his blood." Jovern looked to where she pointed. He grunted then gently nudged her. "Go stand on that step," he said nodding his head to the first step. She gingerly stood up and hopped up onto the first step.

Jovern looked to Korb and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Do not be afraid Korb, Like I said I will make sure to protect you." Korb nodded but then said in a dark tone "You are just doing this because of the dragons right? I'm just a bastard why would you care?" Korb stated his voice flat.

Jovern was taken aback by Korb's tone but softened. He positioned himself so he was facing Korb. "Korb look at me, please." Korb lifted his face to look to Jovern. " I care about YOU Korb, yes are the dragons important, of course, but so are YOU, and YOU are not just a bastard, you are still a person, and you deserve to be protected."

Korb was stunned at what Jovern said. Sigligon could see the trust for Jovern grow in Korbs eyes. His face broke out into a small grin and she could see that he sat up just a tad straighter. "Thank-you Jovern, you have no idea how much that means to me."

Jovern brought the boy in for a one-armed hug. Korb seemed doubly surprised by this but welcomed it. Jovern let go and stood. Korb hopped to his feet next to him. "I know how bastards are treated in these lands, and let it be known I don't agree with them, blood is blood no matter a marriage or not," he stated looking down at Korb. His gaze hardened at that as if he was remembering something or someone important. Jovern shook his head to bring himself out of his thoughts. He strode around the pool of blood and grabbed the hilt that was sticking out of the man's underarm.

Pulling the sword out in a clear motion he grunted. Looking back at them he sighed. He wiped his blade on the fabric of the man's undershirt to clean it off some before he sheathed his sword.

Sigligon stared at the dead man, she could not see this one's eyes but she remembered the sound of his dying breath. "I didn't know you could fight like that." She said blankly followed by "Or that you had a Valyrian steel sword, I thought only the King had that." Jovern sighed. "A man in this world Sigi...he...he needs to know how to fight, I was trained yes, but fighting and killing is not something to boast about," Jovern said shaking his head. "Too many young fools think life is about wars and fighting, never thinking about the cost or the reasoning why," he added frowning Sigligon stared at her father as if seeing him in a new light.

"You have killed before?" she asked tentatively. Jovern clenched his jaw, he waited a few moments before answering. "I have, but it is not something I wish to discuss here, as for the sword it was a gift from the Royal family to ours several generations ago, they had few, but they give them to those they trust most."

Sigligon nodded understanding. Korb spoke next. "What do we do with them?" he asked pointing to the dead men. Jovern glanced to Korb then looked at the man to his feet then up to the other on the floor away from them. He grunted then replied, "For now I shall move them and cover them up, I will return in a day or so to get rid of them." Sigligon looked at her father in horror, the thought of touching dead bodies even now but a day later?. Jovern glanced at them both then to the bag on Korb's lap. "Let me take them now," he said his hand reaching out to Korb.

Korb gently lifted the bad and handed them to Jovern. Jovern took the bag and quickly undid the top to peek in. He seemed satisfied with what he saw and nodded closing the bag as he did. Moving the bag to his shoulder he motioned for both of them to follow once more.

He paused as if remembering something. "Wait here," he said pointing to the entrance of the tunnel. Sigligon stepped down and waited next to Korb. She gave a meek smile to him. He smiled back as they both waited for Jovern.

He came back holding the torch the men had brought with them as well as the rope they used to rappel down here. "Now we can go."

Following her father through the tunnel. Sigligon was finally able to sort through her thoughts. The fight replayed through her mind. She had many questions about lots of things. Mainly where they were going, but not only that but things about what would happen in the days to come, where will they live where will they raise the dragons, what about the rebellion, who would be the new King? Sigligon wished she could ask this but knew her father was exhausted and would have little energy to spare for her questions.

Sigligon stifled a yawn as well. Her legs were tired from the fast pace of keeping up with her father. Her chest and back hurt from the straps of bags holding the eggs. She had checked while she was running no eggs were harmed, at least from what she could tell.

All the while of this walking she could hear the dull roar of the ocean, but surely they had reached the coast by now? Or passed it? It was also cold, very cold and damp there were moments she could see her breath in her face. There were also times when moving down the tunnel the floor would be wet like clay and she would have to carefully move across it so as to not fall.

Soon the sounds of the ocean were now steadily growing, she could smell not only the salt air of the ocean but the trees as well. Hope fueled her to move faster. Although she could still only see the light from her fathers' torch she felt like the end must be in sight.

Jovern continued going then stopped suddenly. He turned to them, both had to catch their breath. Jovern was sweaty and obviously tired but he remained strong. "Listen, before we continue, you must know that there are steps right here." He hovered the torch over them so that both of them could see.

"Second you need to know when we go through that door you must listen and do as I say, EXACTLY. AS. I. SAY." He said his voice revibrating off the walls as he stressed the last words with extreme importance. He held their gaze until Sigligon nodded "Yes...I will do as you ask."

"So will I" Korb stammered out. Jovern sighed and muttered under his breath. "Okay stay behind me for now."

They ascended up the few steps to a large door. although this one was not as large or intricate as the first door, it seemed very old to Siglgion's eyes. Jovern put the torch in a holder on the wall then grabbed the large handle on the door. It looked to be a heavy metal one and Sigligon wondered how her father had the strength to open it.

Jovern grunted as he pushed at the door. Slowly it inched open, at first only a small crack of dull light shone through but as the door gave way under her father's strength more and more soft light shone through.

Sigligon peered out past her father, the sky was awash with red and orange glows underneath stars dimly shone breaking their way through the suns dying light. With an echoing thud, the door fully opened Jovern exclaimed triumphantly.

Stepping out, his arms outstretched as he relished in the fresh air he led them out into the outdoor world once more. Sigligon blinked rapidly as her eyes adjusted to the light, even at sunset it seemed so bright. She surveyed her surroundings. The door they had exited was one that seemed to be fused into the side of a sea cliff, In fact, they were completely surrounded by seacliffs on all sides.

Tall rugged cliffs of dark stone resembling her like the cascading scales of a sleeping dragon. The cliffs rose up hundreds of feet their sharp spires advancing like nails lashed out towards the sky. The area they stood seemed to be a small corner tucked away nicely among the rocks.

In front of her, she could see a weathered walking trail leading through the grass and up to a small slope what was beyond there she could not tell for the trail took a sharp bend around a large tower of rock.

There was a small shore to her right, the water lapped calmly against it from what she could see there was no way to get to the ocean from where they stood, as the ocean itself was blocked off by one of the large walls of stone. The water must be entering and leaving through an underwater passage of some sorts was the only thing Sigligon could surmise.

Jovern led them up the path making sure to keep both arms extended outwards as if shielding them from something. Sigligon looked up at the cliffs she noted they completely wrapped around this area as if they were inside a giant bowl. When they rounded the corner Sigligon could hear the bleating of goats.

She leaned her head around her father's arm and saw nestled far ahead was a small building It was made of gray stone and had the shape of a box, which was odd considering most houses have a steepled roof of some sort. But this one was complete stone and reminded her of more an armory more so than a house.

In front of the house, there were about twenty or so goats. Several larger big horned males challenged each other while the females milled about with their young leaping and playing next to them.

Sigligon laughed aloud at their antics for the kid goats ran about in such odd ways. Her father caught her eye and a single glance told her to be silent. She pursed her lips What was he so afraid of? There were only goats and nothing else.

She glanced up towards the sky with the light dying she could now see that at the very top of the cliffs were hundreds of strange strands running across the area, as a large web. This web was strung from cliff to cliff and across the expanse of the tiny valley, they stood in. Jovern noticed her looking at them and spoke out loud to them both. "Those are chains, they have been there for more than a hundred years."

"Why?" asked Korb confused his neck craning to study them. "Why do you think?" Jovern asked a brow cocked. Sigligon took the chains and the entire area in, to her it seemed as if they were inside a giant greenhouse, but that wasn't right for there was no glass on the chained ceiling, the chains swayed to and fro with the wind. Her next thought was a cage, "It is a fortress? Do the chains protect us from something?" she wondered aloud hoping she guessed right.

But it was Korb who answered her "It is a cage...and it keeps something in."

Sigligon was confused, keep what in, goats? She imagined for a moment goats attempting to climb the sheer cliffs around them. How tall were the cliffs? Surely they were in a position where no one on a ship could even spot this place because of them.

She did note that to the very far side of the 'bowl' she could see the faint tops of trees at the top of one of the flatter cliff tops. She looked to her left, she saw large gouge marks in some of the rocks along with what looked to be bone fragments strewn about.

The area that this 'bowl' encompassed was actually quite large, comfortable enough for a dozen or so families and their animals to fit and even had room to spare to expand. 'But why only one house? Why the goats? Why the chains?' she thought to herself.

She was beginning to tire and that house looked very inviting. She didn't care if there was no fire or blankets. A flat surface to lie down on would be heaven for her. "I am tired father, can we go sleep? she begged. Jovern grimaced he too seemed exhausted, he rubbed his temples before nodding "Yes, we will just one more thing before we can."

Sigligon did something that she had not done in a long while, she pouted. Her entire body ached from walking and she was sick of carrying these heavy bags, what more did Jovern want from her? Jovern gave her a stern look "I know you are tired Siglgion" his voice taking a stern tone as he crossed his arms "But this is important for our safety so I need you to be strong for just a little while longer. He gave her a knowing look but then his face softened and he added "Please" in a hushed voice.

Sigligon felt her face get hot, she felt guilty for getting angry at Jovern, he was trying to protect them and here she was complaining. She stared down at her feet "I am so sorry father" she apologized glancing up from underneath her bangs. Jovern nodded and beckoned them forwards towards the house, "Come" he stated.

She and Korb followed, both of them dragging their feet in exhaustion as they did. They walked a little more ways up the path before Siglgion noticed there was a large cave opening to the far right just out of the corner of her eye. Around this cave entrance the ground had been dug up and trampled on greatly and she could see the remains of a few goat carcasses and even a few cows, their bones bare and lie strewn about.

Jovern guided them over to a nearby boulder. He then commanded them to sit. He was very agitated all of a sudden and seemed anxious. They did as they were bided without objection both of them thankful for the chance to rest. Jovern rubbed his hands together and paused for a moment as he looked down at them. Taking a large breath in than exhaling he kneeled down to their level.

"Remember how brave you two were when those men attacked us?" Siglgion nodded but shuddered at the memory she did not wish to relive it. He leaned in close his eyes almost begging them "I need you to be brave once more, okay? So stay here and do not make any sound, got it?"

Siglgion nodded she knew her father was counting on her. Jovern smiled and squeezed her hand, he then turned to Korb. Korb nodded as well confirming he would remain seated and silent. Jovern rose up stiffly, an air of resolve taking hold in him. He turned towards the cave entrance, his back to them but Sigligon still saw the movement of him reaching up to his whistle.

He licked his lips and blew a low long sound from it. The sounds reminded Sigligon of a cows bellow mixed with the sound of the soldier's horn. The sound slowly echoed away and only the faint bleating of the goats answered.

Jovern was about to blow again when a sound rumbled from within the cave. Sigligons hair stood on end. It was a low grating sound one she almost recognized but she had never quite heard it at this volume.

From the depths of the cavern, the rumbling grew louder as the scraping shuffling sound of a large beast made it's a way to the entrance. Once again Sigligons heart was beginning to beat faster, and once again she began to pray.