*Couple months has passed, Gyrian, Jess, Rhaekar, and Theodan have made it through Myr and gotten to Tyrosh. They are walking on the road.*
Step after step, you could see the dirt from the road bounce off my boots. I looked up through some of my hair that fell down over my face. I could see Rhaekar leading the front, and Theodan next to him, with Jess behind Theodan. I usually slumped in the back. Walking by myself. I carried a bag of stuff, as did everyone here did. Sleeping bags, food, the essentials we needed. We carried our swords on us at all times. I only have a iron sword. Forged in Myr, when we were passing through, Theodan stole it from the blacksmith. It's a good sword, very sharp and new. I'm the first wielder of it. Black hilt, and grey iron. I put my hand over as we walked and turned my head over my shoulder. I saw a horse speeding towards us. "Rhaekar!" I shouted to him, Theodan and Rhaekar turned around before Jess was even able to. They ran past me, while Jess stood by me and grabbed my bag. She threw it on the ground with the other's bags.
The rider stopped, when Rhaekar and Theodan drew their swords. I held my hilt in my hand, ready to draw aswell. The man laughed. "I know who you are, Rhaekar." He got off his horse and removed his helm. Hair fell past his shoulders and down his back. Jet black hair, with full Iron Plate on. 'Who wears full Iron Plate on a hot day like this?' I thought. He took a step towards Rhaekar, not even looking at Theodan. Pulling his sword out, I heard more horses stomping. "I think you should put those Valyrian steel daggers away, I'm not here to kill you." He said walking past him. I looked straight at him as he walked towards me. "I am Arryk Bittersteel. Descendant of the great Aegor Bittersteel, of the Golden Company." He said valiantly, as a noble would speak. Arryk looked over his shoulder to his soldiers, he pointed at his banner. Four golden skulls on spears. I scratched my head, 'What does this mean.' I asked myself in my mind. "I am here to bring you with me, to Volantis." Arryk grabbed my arm and started dragging me away. "No!" Rhaekar said charging with his daggers. An arrow pierced his leg, and all could be seen is dust. When it cleared up, Rhaekar was on the ground. Theodan, stunned. Charged Arryk. Throwing me down on the ground, he deflected his swing to the side, and brought his fist to his face. Jess caught Arryk's eye. "Stop, I just want the boy, I do not need to kill a woman." She grinned, "Than don't kill me, but test my skill." Jess challenged.
He stepped over Theodan, towards Jess. Wielding his sword with both hands. Jess brought her sword up to meer Arryk's, their swords clinged together. Sparks flew as their duel went on. 'Jess has never fought this good, or I've never seen her do her absolute best.' I thought worried. I turned and saw the army closer than ever. I looked around me to find anything to run to or hide. A patch of woods to my left was my chance, while Arryk dueled Jess, I will get away. I took off not looking back, one foot after another. As fast as I could run, my scabbard for my sword, hit my in my left thigh multiple times. As i approached the woods, I looked over my shoulder and saw the Army finalling reaching the battle, with one figure standing tall where I once stood. My hand found a tree, and my body fell behind it. My chest hurt, and burned, and begged for air. My hands went to my sword, when I heard a stick break near me. The iron made a swish sound with the scabbard. To meet a man with a bow. He stared at me, than looked down at my sword in my right hand. "Okay, okay. You got me." He put his hands up and put down his bow. "Where's the nearest city!" I demanded bringing my sword up to his chest. His eyes widened, his back was up against a tree, and the floor of the forest was clear, and the leaves were green. "Bout' a day's walk from here." His face lit up. "I'm Erie, but people call me Rie." His hand stuck out. "What about your name?" He questions raising a brow. "I am a man who will kill you." The man laughed. "Not today." My stomach felt pain and my sword was dropped. My body fell to it's knees, and looked up at the man. "Arryk want's you alive, your lucky." A fist came down upon me, what followed was blackness.
My body shot up, only to see a golden cloth hanging down from a wooden post, forming a tent. Pain shot up through my head as I felt the knot forming under my hair. Suddenly the flap's of the tent open and in walked a man. "Ah, you must be Gyrian. I am, Polous Faeri, second-in-command here. I hear you are a bastard from the king?" He looks sideways at me, than offers me his hand. I take it and he helps me up. "I'll fetch you some clothes." He said leaving. 'What is going on here.' I thought sitting at a table. Few minutes he came back in.
I quickly dressed in now, a tunic, with a golden stitching, and some pants, with riding boots. Very fancy for a bastard I would say. Gyrian took a step outside with Polous. "Why am I here?" He asked looking at Polous. The grown man turns his head towards Gyrian, "Because, every bastard from the Targaryen lineage are our family here. Arryk's house, Bittersteel. Is a bastard house from the Targaryen's. You'll even see a Blackfyre somewhere around here, I don't know where he went off to. We have alot of houses exiled from the seven kingdoms boy." Polous made sure to let the boy know of his lineage. "I'm not important. I'm a bastard. I came to Essoss to be free of my father's wifes grasp. She tried to murder me, to which my half-brother saved me." The man stared at me. I can finally tell what his hardships have been. Scars decorated his face, as his right eye was cloudy. "Aye, you are a bastard. So am I." The brown haired man chuckled. His laugh raspy, but yet comforting. My shoulders slumped, as my back reached the back of the chair. My arms crossing, while I glanced back up at Polous. "Being a bastard, here in the east, is nothing like the west. You should learn that, I mean, look at this army. Founded by bastards. Now exiled houses are within' this army. We have plenty of Lannisters from Tommen's line. Some from Myrcella. Edric Baratheon, when he came over the Narrow. There's two of them, twins. Steffon and Stella. Trust me, don't try and bed her." He laughed before continuing. "Arryk, the last Bittersteel. Now the last Blackfyre is tricky, as I'm going to tell you a secret." He said leaning forward, motioning for me to come closer. "Now the Blackfyre, it really isn't a male. That's why you are here." He said, leaning back into his chair. How, was the Blackfyre not a male. He told me earlier 'he' but now he's telling me that he is a she. "Ah, don't try and bed her either. Seen 'er rip off men's cocks." His raspy laugh came filling the tent. "Ah, so we have plenty of houses here. I'll be takin' my leave. Arryk is coming in after me." He said, getting up and leaving. As he opened the tent flap to leave, Arryk held it open for himself to enter. He flashed a smile, his long black hair kept pushed back, into his tunic. His tunic was Golden, with the Dragon-Horse on it. Embroidered. "Nice to see you, Gyrian." The handsome man said taking a seat at the table. Reaching hs hand out, I grabbed his forearm firmly. With a nod from him. "I'm sorry about your companions, they escaped after we captured you. I have no idea where they went off to. I was hoping to have Rhaekar join me, in a fight against the crown." He shrugged and slumped in his seat. "My brother Rhaekar, is a good man." I said leaning back in the chair. "Aye, that's all I've heard from spies. It is said, he was the one who saved you. Gave you this 'new life' you live in right now. Dark Sister at his side, or sides." He let a small laugh come out, quickly correcting himself. His voice was deep. Meant for leading, I could tell. "He went beyon the wall himself, some say." Arryk added to it, reaching into the middle of the table for an apple. "His brother's treated Rhaekar terribly, beat him most did. The king, Daeron, his eldest son. Beat Rhaekar so sinceless, that his mother didn't recognize him at first. The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Patrek Tully, was the only one to care for the boy. That is why he is so good at arms. Ser Patrek is the best fighter in the realm, called the Whitefish. But, I like to call him the Kindtrout. As for you, when Daeron had you. He claimed you because Rhaekar begged him to. A woman came, claiming that this child's mother slept with the King, and died in childbirth. She said the King owed it to the woman to let the child grow up in court. But, look how that turned out. Now, there's something you need to know about Daeron's chidren. Each one, and why they are important. The eldest, Aegon is the worst. If he found you after your exile, he'd keep you in the cells. Cut off your fingers, toes, than limbs. His brother, Maegor, is the warrior. He want's to be a tactician. So he isn't home at all. Have you ever seen him?" He asked me looking me into the eyes. "No, I never saw any of my half-brothers. Rhaekar was the only one who snuck out to see me, read to me, care for me. My half-sister, Daenys, sometimes me and her would play in the gardens. She always was kind. Until one day, I asked her if she wanted to play and she scourned me for being a bastard. I do recall Ser Patrek, he let me sleep in his room sometimes, if I didn't have anywhere else to go. Also fed me. The other Kingsguard except, Harry Sarwyck, wouldn't acknowledge me. Ser Harry read to me almost every night, sometimes with Rhaekar." I said feeling kind of sad. Knowing that most of my family, didn't even want me around. "Aye, I've heard of Harry Sarwyck. Not the best fighter, was beaten when the Greyjoy's last rebellion came about. By a Greyjoy himself. Almost was killed, if it wasn't for Patrek. Maegor fought in that, he was only 13, as. Aegon stayed in the castle, with his father and mother. "He said solemnly, bringing a cup of wine to his lips. "I have heard of your tales, through and through. Meeting your companions, staying on the road. It excites me, the Traveling Bastard. You know what we lack in this company?" He said, rasing a brown brow in my direction. "A Targaryen, yes we have myself and a Blackfyre. But not a Targaryen. When we capture Rhaekar we will use him for ransom. A hope to one day, put this Blackfyre on the throne. As Young Griff was the last one who took to putting himself on the throne. A Mummers Dragon. Plotted by Varys, oh that man. He will go down in history books." He slowly arose. "I'm glad we had this talk, by the way. Don't try and run. I'll hunt you down myself, and make sure you don't ever run again." He said letting a small smirk appear across his face, as he strode outside of the tent. Rhaekar, wherever you are. Be safe. Was the last thought my mind crossed, as the tent's flaps were opened again by another. A woman with pure silver hair, and deep violet eyes.