Chapter 2
Tower of Joy, Dorne
"So where do we start?" Theseus questioned making himself comfortable by leaning against Airon, his opinicus.
Airon crooned as he ruffled its feathers absentmindedly.
Theseus wanted to get the 'get to know you' part of this conversation over with quickly as possible. There were a plethora of reason as to why his family, which had been hidden from the whole world elect to reveal themselves at this moment. The Northerners didn't need to know of the exact reason why they did so. They only need to understand that they mean no harm… mostly.
Theseus was also more than aware that he would be the one answering all their question from here on. Percy wasn't going to help him unless he was forced to join the conversation. Theseus knew that Percy used to be a bright and outgoing guy. But the years alone after his resurrection had left a scar in him. He was still cheery and fun loving… in fact he was one of the most idiotic goofball around, but that was only around the people he was familiar with.
Otherwise Percy was like Poseidon's Roman aspect; calm, collected and serious. Unless he saw an opportunity from which he could benefit, Percy would stay silent leaving him to do all the talking.
"You said you were a Stark… explain," William Dustin demanded.
Theseus smiled at the man who looked at them with extreme seriousness. Theseus could tell that William was a man who liked to make fun of thing and always have a cheery mood. He was the oldest of the men here and he took command despite him being a follower of Ned Stark. Ned seemed to accept his position.
Starks were the 'royalty' of the North. Unlike the other kingdoms, the mere survival of their families depended on the Starks at Winterfell. All of the Northern families were at war with one another at one point in time. It was the Starks who united them under a common cause and helped them to survive the ages. This was a loyalty born of trust and friendship unlike in the other kingdoms where the overlords held something above the other families to keep them in line.
The only reason there had been civil wars and uprisings in the North was because of the factions formed within the Stark family itself. A united Stark family was key to the survival of the North and William Dustin saw that. Theseus saw that he didn't want there to be any bad blood with the existing ruling family and the new branch of Starks that emerged out of the blue.
"Cedric Stark," Theseus said shortly.
He got the reaction he was expecting. Howland Reed, the diminutive crannogman who was the heir of Greywater Watch gasped while the others had blank expressions in their faces.
The other Northerners turned to Howland for his unnatural reaction. Of course they would do so. Cedric Stark was a name stricken off from the bloodline many years ago. Theseus didn't explain further for he knew Howland would fill the in about this unheard name.
"Who's Cedric Stark?" Mark questioned. "I don't think Cedric is a name used by the Starks."
"Howland, do you know about him?" Ned asked the hooded man who was staring at Theseus as if he was a ghost come alive.
"Howland?" Ned asked again when the man stayed silent.
"Cedric Stark," Howland began, "was the son of Brandon the Shipwright… the older brother of Brandon the Burner."
"What?" Ned exclaimed.
Both of those names were extremely famous Kings of Winter. One was the person who created the Northern fleet which dominated the seas within his era. Then he disappeared trying to uncover what lied beyond the Sunset Sea. He was never heard of again and his crypt in Winterfell remains empty to this date beneath the granite statue hewn in his appearance.
The other person was the one who undid all his father's works making the North vulnerable in sea. His actions had a rippling effect even to this day. It was why the North was the only kingdom without a fleet to protect its borders. It was also why their kingdom was often targeted by the ironborn. The decision Brandon the Burner made that day made the North bleed countless lives.
"If he was the elder son of Brandon the Shipwright, why didn't he become the next King? Why did his younger brother ascend the throne?" William questioned.
"And what the hell happened to him?" asked Mark.
"It is said that Cedric Stark was against his brother in wanting to destroy his father's legacy. The brothers fought and Cedric lost. He was put aboard one of the last ships of his father's creation and set adrift with his retainers and close followers. He was never heard of again."
"Why didn't the other houses help the heir of Winterfell?"
"I have no idea," Howland replied.
"That was because Cedric went after his brother to stop him from his deed without informing anybody. The fight was said to have occurred somewhere in the vicinity of New Castle. Cedric Stark was declared missing and his brother became the next king. Of course all this happened about four hundred years ago. No one can be certain about the details. Written history always tends to lean to one side. Who can say what truly happened that day," Theseus explained.
"How do you know of this?" Ned questioned. "I've never heard of such a story. And theres not even a statue of Cedric Stark in the crypts."
"I'm sure there is a statue in his honour in some obscure coner," Theseus said. Even though Brandon and Cedric had been at each others throats they were still brothers. Even in his overwhelming anger Brandon couldn't do away with his brother. Instead he sent him away sparing his life. In his memoirs Cedric told his descendants to not hold a grudge against his brother or his children.
"Ned isn't aware of many things about his family," William cut in. "He was raised by Jon Arryn in the Vale. He hasn't been home for many years now."
"Oh," Theseus said noting the slight disdain in William's voice. Theseus obviously knew about Ned's upbringing as he and his brother had been keeping tabs on him. Ned wasn't aware of the tension in the North right now. He was not the heir the previous Lord raised. Instead he was the second son who was to be the right hand man of Brandon 'the Wild Wolf' Stark.
Rickard had used Ned in an attempt to curb the years of bad blood between the North and the Vale. For countless years the North suffered from Andal invasions all of which originated from the Vale. The North hadn't forgotten how these invaders slew the King of the Mountain and the Vale destroying the pact between the Children and the First Men. The Arryns were responsible for many lost lives as they invaded the Northern shores. Even the Three Sisters which they acquired after sacrificing many Northern lives were taken away from them.
Though these attacks stopped after Aegon Targaryen united Westeros, the bad blood between them couldn't be forgotten.
Ned was raised according to the values and policies the Vale valued. Most of them were not suitable for the leader of the North. In fact the 'honour' the Arryns preached was detrimental when governing the harsh lands of the North. William knew of it. He wouldn't harm Ned for they had grown together. But others wouldn't hold back from any weakness their overlord showed. There were families who were waiting for the opportunity to oust the Starks from the position they held.
'I need to guide him subtly to keep the North from fracturing,' Theseus thought observing the rising situation. 'If William was to become his righthand man, he could weather most storms in his way.'
Ned wasn't just someone who was raised in the South. He had taken a southern bride for himself overlooking the countless suitable girls from his domain which would have enabled him to strengthen his hold.
Theseus nor his family wanted to but in to Northern affairs. What they wanted was to stay as far away as possible enjoying what they had built for themselves over the years… especially these past few years where he and his brother revolutionized their land.
Yet there was a small part in him that wanted the legacy that his ancestors fought to preserve continue on for many generations to come. His mother of this life pushed him and Percy to save their distant family no matter the history between the two branches. If she had her way, she would have led their people to joint the Northern army in the rebellion. So here he was, trying to mitigate a disaster for the North while keeping his people safe.
"I'm sure Ned will learn of the importance of his family and its values," Theseus said to placate William for now. "Howland?" He prompted the crannogman to continue.
"My ancestors received a raven from Cedric Stark. He said that he and his followers survived and they would return when it was time. We were told to preserve the identity of our land from any means possible."
"And your ancestor didn't inform of this because it would anger Brandon the Burner," Mark summarized.
"We did try to find where they made landfall… but we couldn't find any trace of Cedric Stark and his party. My ancestors tried everything they could to locate them. There are records saying that we even payed the Ibennese to scour the Shivering Sea for any remote island that they could have stumbled upon. But it was like if they vanished from the face of the known world. We have been looking for any signs to this day."
"Are you sure it was Cedric Stark who contacted your ancestors?"
"Obviously… You have your living proof right there," Howland pointed to Theseus.
Theseus smiled. "Actually we were never too far from you," he said. He felt proud of what Cedric Stark managed to pull off with a handful of men. True it was by chance they happened upon their new home, but the man well and truly pulled wool over the people who knew of him.
"What do you mean?" Ned questioned looking suspiciously at them.
"What is the one location in the North where no one is allowed to visit?" He asked feeling superior.
"One location… no one is allowed to visit?" Ned muttered thinking hard.
"Skagos!" William exclaimed once he figured out the riddle. "Of course… those stoneborn are confined to the island. No one is allowed in or out after their vessels were destroyed by Brandon Stark…"
"… who happened to be the father of your ancestor," Mark completed the sentence finally understanding the riddle.
"So Cedric Stark settled down there knowing nobody would disturb them because of his father's orders. Nobody could look into the island because his younger brother torched the entire Northern fleet. It was the perfect hiding place," William agreed.
"Actually, they had no control in their destination. A storm blew them all the way to Skagos and they crashed on the island not knowing where they were. They settled there regardless since they didn't have means off it," Theseus explained.
"What about the stoneborn? Aren't there supposed to be about five clans residing there? I heard they were cannibals." Ned questioned.
Howland and William immediately scowled at Ned's apparent lack in knowledge. Mark, the steward of Winterfell shook his head despondently. Ned was unknowingly showing his ineptness and lack of knowledge towards the office he was going to hold. He, obviously was not trained to be the Lord of Winterfell at all. Theseus began to question Rickard Stark's motives behind sending his son away.
Every noble who had the presence of mind trained their second child to inherit the prime position as backup should something happen to the heir. In this case, Rickard should have sent Benjen Stark away to foster if it mattered to him so much. Sending Eddard away was sheer tomfoolery. Ned was going to suffer because of the actions of his father.
Hopefully he could learn things about the North and get to know his fief as he should on the fly. Otherwise Theseus could smell another uprising in the North.
"There were only three clans. The cannibals had no clans. They were nomads. They were only a small portion of the stoneborn. They are no more. Only Clan Crowl of Deepdown survives today," Theseus explained to diffuse the situation. "You should really read up on the North once you are back," he added to Ned as an afterthought. The other three Northmen nodded their agreement as Ned ducked his head in shame.
"I will," Ned replied lowly bowing his head slightly like he was making a promise to himself.
"I do not see any resemblance to stonemen from either your or your brother. How did your family survive?" Mark questioned.
"Lets just say that the stoneborn aren't the only inhabitants of Skagos. The stoneborn only knew about the coastal region. There is so much more to our home," Theseus said mysteriously. He wanted to keep them guessing. This would undoubtably arouse their interest. They would be more willing to interact with the island to discover its secrets. Once they get to know them, they would understand the strength and prosperity of the island to the north of their land.
"Alright… lets get back on topic. So you are descendants of Cedric Stark… that would mean that you are the true inheritors of Winterfell," William mused looking shaken at the thought.
Ned immediately went on guard. Theseus understood his reaction. Knowing that your entire legacy was built up on lies and deceit was not something one could stomach at once. If he claimed the right for Winterfell there would be a massive rift in the North. Ned couldn't afford such a conflict after a bloody rebellion.
"Don't worry. We have no interest in claiming Winterfell. Our ancestors gave up their claim for the Winter Throne. We have no interest in going against their wishes. We have already built a home for ourselves and for four centuries we thrived there. It is more than enough to satisfy us and our people," he said to Ned with a genuine smile. Ned visibly relaxed after hearing it.
"I'm glad to hear it," Mark added in relief.
"Why did you say that you don't use the Stark name anymore? Your mother still uses it. Does that mean that your mother is the last Stark in name in Skagos?" Ned questioned remembering the exact wording Theseus used when Aymar introduced them to the party.
"Not exactly," Theseus began, "most of our ancestors did not use the name despite using the wolf motif as our sigil. They believed they left that name behind with their claim to the Winter Throne. Only some, who were passionate about our bloodline and history used it. Our mother happens to be one of them."
"What does that mean? And what does Highqueen mean? Aren't you loyal to Winterfell?" Ned asked.
"We owe our loyalty to no one. We are only loyal to ourselves," Percy snorted from his seat.
Theseus rolled his eyes at his brother in exasperation. Of course he would snark at something like this. Percy was a firm believer in the policy of Atlantis their father Poseidon enforced. Atlantis was a wonder, no one could argue that. Their technology, magic and other innovation put Atlantis centuries ahead of anything under the governance of the Olympians much to Athena's dismay. But these wondrous things were kept hidden for they would cause mass destruction once they came to light.
Of course there were things that could have helped the mortal civilization to rise to a whole new level. The medical technologies of Atlantis would have enabled them to cure cancers and other deadly diseases that plagued them. But with these technologies came the danger of them being used inappropriately.
'Technology without discipline is the recipe for destruction.'
This was their father's reply when he asked him of it. The same could be said about Skagos, their home. Percy would never allow anyone to rule over it butting their noses where they didn't belong. Even if he wanted to open their borders, Percy would never let him. Luckily he agreed on Percy's view as well.
"Sorry for my brother's outburst," Theseus apologized to the wary men. Ned was extremely unsettled for he had see what Percy could do with magic. The others weren't aware of this fact yet.
"What my brother meant is that we owe our loyalty to no-one but ourselves. We are our own kingdom. We never declared for Brandon the Burner or his descendants. We certainly didn't declare for Aegon when he bent Torrhen Stark to his will. In short, my mother is the supreme authority in Skagos. Nothing you do would change this fact."
"The Winter Kings still live!" Howland declared.
"In a way… yes."
"Long live Highqueen Serena," he said bowing his head down at Theseus in respect. "Long live Prince Theseus… long live Prince Perseus," Howland said respectfully. Theseus and Perseus nodded their head in return acknowledging the crannogman.
Ned and the other two looked at Howland questioningly. House Reed was loyal to House Stark of Wintefell. Not another family who had just shown up. If the loyalty of the Houses under Winterfell withdrew, it would spell disaster for the North.
"Torrhen Stark should never have surrendered to Aegon Targaryen. If he had listened to his brother, the North would still be controlled by the Kings of Winter. My family declared for the Winter Kings for their bravery and steadfastness in ruling our lands for countless years. They didn't declare for a coward," the man said passionately. Ned and Mark seemed surprised at Howland's emotional outburst.
Theseus understood where he came from. The crannogmen thrived due to the Kings of Winter. The Reeds were one of the first families to surrender their crown and submit to the Starks when they were unifying the North. They had seen the uprise of their family under the children of Brandon the Builder. They weren't discriminated against their stature. They had respectful offices under the Stark kings.
But it all changed the day Torrhen Stark submitted to Aegon the Conqueror and his dragons. In the recent years the Reeds nor the other crannogman families hadn't stepped outside their homes in the Neck. Even today the Freys were doing their best to wipe them out in discreet. The Faith of the Seven which poisoned the lands held by the Old Gods bayed for their blood because they were different. The only reason they survived to date is because the Andal faith still hasn't had any luck in establishing itself in the North.
No wonder the Reeds were searching for Cedric Stark and his progeny.
"If Torrhen Stark agreed upon the plan made by his brother and my ancestor, Aegon wouldn't have lost his first dragon over Dorne. He would have lost it in the North. We would have kept our freedom. My family wouldn't have to hide so much," Howland explained emotionally.
"That explains why the crannogmen rarely leave their holdings," said Mark.
"My people are hunted down by the Frays and their vassals the minute we emerge from our holdings. Manderlys aren't fond of us either. They prohibit us from venturing into the North. We are trapped between two regions that want nothing to do with us."
"How is this possible? Manderlys are my bannermen. They wouldn't disturb the peace of our land by proactively going against another prominent family," Ned said in surprise.
Howland scoffed. Theseus found it fascinating that this man who was Lyanna's best friend was so dismissive of her elder brother. Then again Lyanna and Howland only met by chance when she saved him from the Freys. Hopefully Ned would get the crannogman's loyalty as well soon.
The four men started to argue amongst each other. Theseus only listened with little interest as they argued about their issues amongst themselves. He had a clear understanding on the standings of every family of the North.
The Reeds were suffering, that much was clear. The different were always discriminated. It was a universal truth no matter in which world they observed. Their short stature, different practices and most importantly their different beliefs had made the others gang up on them. This was not something their family was subjected to during the old days when every one in the North was of the same belief system.
Due to the Targaryens, the Andal belief system was slowly being ingrained in the North despite the Northerners holding against the foreign faith. It was a cultural poisoning. The Northerners didn't know that they were being cultivated slowly to adhere to the 'social norm' like a from who was slowly being boiled alive.
"… it is getting harder and harder to hear the song of the nature each passing day," Howland said passionately. Theseus could see his slightly red wild eyes staring at the Northerners.
"What song? What is he talking about?" Mark questioned Theseus because Howland was on a roll.
"The crannogmen are descended from the Children of the Forest and the First Men. They have a keen sense regarding the nature. They 'hear' the voices of the plants and animals. It is what guides them… what gives them their magic. But this song is slowly fading because of your negligence," Theseus explained.
Percy stood up from his opinicus and jumped in front of Howland.
"Come," he said to the small man who was in the middle of an emotional breakdown.
Howland slowly came out of his reverie and took Percy's hand which pulled him to his feet. Percy led the man away from the others towards the cliff which oversaw the Princess' Pass. What they talked, nobody could hear.
Theseus knew that Percy was up to something. He let his brother be since he knew that Percy would never jeopardize their objectives in any way. His brother must have something in his mind when he took Howland away from the others.
"Where are they going?" Mark questioned suspiciously.
"No idea. You would have to ask them when they return," Theseus said dismissively.
"You said the song of the land is disappearing due to our negligence. Can you elaborate?" Ned asked him.
"Do you know who the Old Gods are? I know that you worship them. But do you know of their identities?"
Theseus got mystified looks. He knew that they didn't have the answer to this particular question. In fact he could guarantee That nobody of this world knew to answer it. He too would have been stumped had he not been sent to this world by one of them. Ned shook his head slowly saying his ignorance on this matter.
"The Old Gods are the prime beings of the universe. They are the ones who created the lands, skies and the seas. They represent the nature for what it is. They spread their power on this world through the Heart Trees. For centuries the number of Heart Trees grow smaller and smaller with each passing cycle. None of you are doing anything to increase their numbers. With the destruction of High Heart, the power of the Old Gods are slipping from the world. That is why magic is slowly disappearing from the land."
Obviously there were other reasons for the disappearance of magic. Lack of teachers was a prime cause. Another was the witch hunts carried out against the practitioners. He didn't say anything on this regard because of their agenda.
"You don't believe me do you," Theseus said with a smile looking at the disbelief written on their faces.
"Let me demonstrate what people under the protection of the Old Gods could do," he said taking out a water skin from his pack. He opened it and poured the contents out. The liquid was quickly soaked up by the parched land.
He placed his and over the spot where he spilled the drink and concentrated. He felt the usual tug in his gut as his powers activated and did its trick. The water which disappeared into the ground slowly rose up and coalesced into a ball on top of his outstretched pam.
He passed the ball of water between his two hands as if it was a solid. When he concentrated the ball of liquid quickly changed shape to become a sword. He waved his hand lazily and the watery sword followed the movements slashing and hacking at an imaginary enemy. Then he returned the liquid into the water skin with a small gesture.
Looking up he saw a myriad of emotions in the Northerners' faces. Ned was less amazed for he had seen Percy do a godly feat with water. The other two had their jaws dropped. Theseus saw admiration, fascination as well as apprehension and fear in their eyes.
"This is magic… the gift the Children bestowed upon the First Men after the accord during the Dawn Age."
"Magic…" William gulped slowly.
"Despite the contrary beliefs, it does exist in this world. You can find it if you know what you are looking for," Theseus said softly. This world's magic was different from the magic he was used to. It was useable nonetheless. He and Percy taught the basics to their people combining the crafts and refining it into a brand new branch of magic. Yet the abilities they inherited from Poseidon was not something that could be taught. Currently only he and his brother had the ability to make water do their bidding.
"The effects are enhance in the proximity of a Heart Tree."
"Do we…?" Mark began but stopped as if he wasn't able to finish the sentence.
"Do you have the ability to perform magic? Probably. The Stark bloodline was known to be magical. Our ancestors were known skinchagers, greenseers and some even had the ability to control snowstorms and ice. I read that the bloodline of the Barrowking and Ryl the Horse Lord had special abilities as well. If the ambient magic was concentrated enough, you could rediscover these abilities one by one."
"Ambient magic?" Ned questioned.
"The magic that fills the air," Theseus explained.
"How do we do it?"
"Plant more Heart Trees. Stop the spread of the foreign faith… restore old customs banned by the foreigners… you can think of this on your own. And if I were you, I'd listen to the Reeds. They have more knowledge on this matter than any of you. I would say that they are more knowledgeable than us as well. Also if I were you I'd try to undo the things your father did," Theseus said giving Ned a pointed look.
"What does that mean?" Ned glared at him. "My father was a respectable man who tried his best to help his people."
Theseus could understand where Ned was coming from. Nobody liked when their parents were insulted… especially when they were wrongly put to death.
"You father had a good heart. But he trusted the wrong men. His southern ambitions were what caused the downfall of your family. He should have ignored his maester's words and concentrate on doing what his predecessors were doing to revitalize the North step by step."
"He is correct, Ned. Your father was mesmerized by Walys' honeyed words. He even fought with your mother often regarding this. You don't know how many Northern Lords your father angered by betrothing your brother to the Tullys. My brother was furious because Brandon promised him that he would marry his daughter. Lord Karstark was looking to betroth his son to your sister. You were eyed by Lord Hornwood for his daughter," said Mark trying to explain things to Ned.
"And then you go and marry your brother's to be without any of our consent. You will have to do a lot to make your people accept you, Ned," added William shaking his head.
"What was I to do? That bastard Walder wouldn't let our men pass unless we payed a toll. Hoster had already informed him to get a betrothal between Catelyn and me if the Northern army wanted to enter the Riverlands."
"You should have brought this to us for discussion. If he had put our minds together, we could have found an alternative instead of bowing down to the whims of Hoster Tully and Walder Frey," William shot back. "You know Ned, I love you like my own brother. But sometimes I wonder whether you are the correct person to inherit Winterfell."
Theseus could see that William was upset that Ned would engage in such a folly. True, he gained a stable source of food for the winter because of the agreement between the North and the Riverlands. But in doing so, he had pushed his own people away losing their faith in him.
"I will help you through no matter what. But you need to take precautions as soon as possible. Especially since you are marrying the Catelyn Tully, the woman who should have married your brother."
"Your father was the sole reason as to why the foreign faith was able to creep into out lands. To get more people he loosened his control and some families like the Whitehills openly embraced the faith. Even the Manderlys started to push the boundaries they agreed upon when they settled in our lands."
"Enough about this. You people can get together to discuss your future after you return home. You shouldn't do these kinds of conversations in front of strangers like me," Theseus said looking at the top of the tower.
"Nonsense… you are a Stark. Even if you are from another kingdom, you are one of us," William said boisterously.
The sun was going down. By the looks, they were going to have to stay here out in the open until tomorrow. He could always hop on Airon and fly away. But the Northerners were vulnerable. This part of Dorne was full of highwaymen and beasts that preyed on travellers. The Tower was a famous resting place for travellers on this path.
Dorne was still scrambling from the war. Their forces couldn't be deployed because the mad king held Princess Elia as a hostage. From what he knew Doran would stay his hand and wait for the perfect opportunity to stoke down the people who had a hand in the murder of his sister and her children. It was Oberyn Theseus had to keep an eye out for. The Viper was unpredictable. Whose to say he would bring a battalion of men to end the Northern party while they were travelling in their lands?
"You said the Old Gods were the true gods. What about the gods worshipped by the Andals?" William asked suddenly.
"They are minor gods who are vying power away from the true gods," Theseus said shortly.
Mortals had no business poking their nose into the divine affairs. It would only result in death and misery. Even his people were kept ignorant on these affairs. He nor Percy was afraid of these gods. During their lifetimes they had matched against several gods who were more powerful than the gods of this land and come out victorious. What they didn't want was for these immortals destroying the home they had built with so much effort. Immortals were petty. When they couldn't find a direct victory, they often stooped low to go after their families.
Also there was the little problem that Erebus sent him and Percy to take care of. That wasn't something these people could handle even remotely.
He remained quiet enjoying the scenery set by the setting sun tuning out the conversation of the Northerners. The Red Mountains were the ideal place to enjoy such a view. The red hue accented by the dimming sunlight highlighted the reddish mountains giving them an unearthly view. He had never seen such a vibrant setting in his life.
Zephyr, his bother's opinicus stood up with Aymar's opinicus. They were probably going out to hunt for this was the time they usually did it. The two gave a mighty sweep from their wings and rose up to the air. They sped away after circling around the camp twice.
Despite the hellish outlook, the Red Mountains were teeming with life. There were oases everywhere providing these creature the much needed water for sustenance. On his way here he was certain he saw a pack of direwolves. These creatures were called extinct in these lands. But then again this area was hard to traverse. Who knew what other secrets were held within this mountain range?
"Hey," Ned broke him out of his quiet musings. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Shoot."
"From what you said today, it was like if you knew everything that was happening in the mainland. So why did you wait until now to reveal yourselves?"
"Because it was the right time," he said simply.
"What do you mean by that?" Mark asked harshly.
"Tell me… what do you think would happen to a prosperous nation which didn't have the ability to protect itself?"
"It would be invaded for its wealth," William replied.
"Exactly. We didn't have the ability to protect ourselves in the past. So we had to keep our distance observing Westeros from the shadows. But now… we are more than capable of defending ourselves. So we emerged."
"But why now?" Ned asked. "If you had revealed yourselves a year ago, this war would never have started. Even if it did, we would have won it without any problems with the help of your griffins."
"Opinicus," Theseus replied.
"What?" Ned asked lost at what Theseus had said.
"These are not griffins. They are opinicus."
"What's the difference?" Mark asked intrigued.
"Griffins are smaller and have eagle claws for their front feet. Opinicus on the other hand have lion claws. You can consider the opinicus to be the alpha species of the griffin family."
"So you have griffins as well?" Mark questioned.
"Yes. But they are too small to ride comfortably. They are more of scouts and guard dogs in our home."
"Amazing," William said gazing at the majestic creature in front of him. "How does it feel to fly on one?"
"Liberating," Theseus said thinking of the first time he flew atop an opinicus. He was skeptical at first. He and the sky were no allies. Zeus used all the power in his disposal to keep the children of his brothers away form his domain. The only time he had ventured there was when he was flying on a pegasus. Apparently that was a middle ground the brothers had to agree upon at the insistence of the Fates.
That was just one time during his formative years in his previous world. It had left an impression on him and a thirst for the skies that couldn't be quenched. Only in this world atop his partner he truly felt free, much like when he was drifting in the sea relaxing his body letting the currents drag him where it pleases.
"You didn't answer my question," Ned barked glaring at him. "Even if you didn't want to participate in the war, you should have stepped in to save my sister. If you had done so Martyn and Ethan would be here with us right now."
Ned's fury could be seen in his eyes. Theseus could understand his feelings. If he had arrived a few minutes early, the other two Norhterners would have lived. Their mother often questioned why they were remaining hidden while their extended family was embroiled in a war. The answer was that the timing had to be right. He and Percy had planned this moment for many moons. They weren't going to throw away everything they built to save a few lives. Life was brutal and often demanded sacrifices. If they were ready to face it and fulfil its demands, your survival wasn't guaranteed.
"Think for a moment. If we had emerged when your father and brother were abducted, what would have happened to you when they found out a completely separate line of Starks surviving. A line that apparently commanded flying beasts?" Theseus demanded.
"The Targaryens would have gathered their loyal forces and attacked the North to end the threat to their rule. Even your allies of this war would have turned on you. Nobody likes change. They remember living under the threat of dragons. They would not let a similar force arise. Without either the Moat Cailin and sea defences, the North would have been left ravaged by the southerners so that it couldn't raise its head ever again."
Theseus could see Ned's refusal to acknowledge his logic from his frown. "You don't know that."
"I don't. Yet it is the most likely scenario. Even if the rest didn't turn against the North, Our home would have come under attack. Even you wouldn't have been able to prevent that."
"But," Ned began.
"Its war, Ned. Everyone looks after their own benefits. Just like we look after our own, they have to consider the benefit of their people first and foremost," William said placating the man. "Lets leave it at that."
"Exactly. As for Martyn and Ethan… we simply were too far away to intervene," Theseus agreed with the Lord of Barrowton. William seemed nice enough man once you got to know him. He was brash, spoke his mind openly without considering the consequences. William was also quick to anger and at the same time quick to calm down as well. Theseus saw William looking out for Ned like an older brother being there for him when needed and at the same time didn't hold back his anger and remarks when Ned did something stupid.
From their brief interaction Theseus saw that William was a man who loved the North. He would do anything for its safeguard, even if it mean to go against his liege lord.
"So you waited until the entire realm had blended its strength to come out. Now that many of the soldiers under the armies of the Seven Kingdoms has reduced dramatically they wouldn't pose a large threat to you even if they wanted to," said Mark summing it all up. "I cant wait to hear your agenda."
Theseus smirked at the man. Mark was a smart man. Theseus saw why Rickard kept him around despite their differences.
"There's no agenda. We wish to open trade and interact with the rest of the world. But we will keep our sovereignty even if it means to fight the entire continent."
There were indeed an agenda on their mind. No one would know of it for it was a secret between the two brothers. They would eventually realize their end goal. But then, it would be too late to reverse the tide.
Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Percy and Howland. Howland seemed to have calmed down. He genuinely seemed happy by whatever is brother told him.
"What are you talking of?"
"They were asking why we didn't join the war or reveal ourselves earlier?" Theseus said.
"Why would we want to help people who doesn't want to help themselves?" Percy asked snorting with derision. "What? You disagree? You people are have lost the dignity of your ancestors. You hang onto the words of the southerners trying to please them at every turn. I know some of the northern houses had even become loyal lapdogs of others. So why would we butt in to save you people? We have our people to look after… people who still follow the ways of the old."
"As my brother said… we have no benefit in taking part of this war. At most the southerners would come to know of our martial prowess and look into way to counter them. We after all must put the interests our people before everything… even the name Stark," Theseus soothed things over since Percy's words were harsh and hit their most sensitive parts.
"Where's Zephyr?" Percy asked him.
"Out hunting."
"Oh, alright. I'll go check up on Aymar and the others."
With that Percy turned around and entered the tower. He was probably interested in speaking with the two prisoners they obtained.
"Your brother doesn't seem to be friendly," William said to him quietly.
Theseus grinned at the man. "Oh, he is… believe me. But he's guarded against people he isn't familiar with. Give him time. I'm sure you'll warm up to him in no time."
Howland nodded at him while he sat down."What did I miss?" He questioned glancing at Ned and William.
"Nothing much. We were talking of the war," Mark replied. "Lets get a fire going before the dark settles in. I hear it can be really chilly in the Red Mountains during the night."
"Good idea," said Howland. "I'll get some firewood."
Soon there was a crackling fire going in their circle as they made themselves comfortable under the emerging stars of the Dornish sky. Ned took out some dried meat they had packed before they made the journey here. Mark took out several loaves of dry bread to supplement their meal.
Had he known about it before, Theseus would have sent either his brother of Aymar out to hunt so that they could hav fresh meat. They hadn't brought rations with them when they left Skagos because they could hunt while travelling to fulfil their needs. It was a decision made to lighten the burden.
Soon they were joined by Percy and Aymar. Even the prisoners, the kingsguard joined them. Though the interactions between the two groups were chilly at least Ned enjoyed speaking with Arthur who looked like the entire weight of the world was taken off his shoulders.
Percy and Theseus took turns to stay awake through the night. The Northerners were obviously bone tired after the year long war and travel. They were out like light. Arthur tied to stay awake but soon succumbed to his dreams much like him companion. They too had a gruelling day that taxed them of all their mental strength. Neither of them were looking forward to the rise of the sun the next day when they woke this morning.
The first person to wake up the next day was actually Lyanna. The sleeping beauty had recovered all of her vitality and was up before the sun was ready to rise. Theseus didn't detract her as she cooed her son whom she was never meant to see grow up. He let her and Mark to their privacy guarding the base of the tower.
Ned went to see his sister as soon as he woke up.
Soon they were all gathered at the bottom of the tower barring the child, his wet nurse, Aymar and the tow kingsguard. Now that Lyanna was with them, they had to discuss on the path they should take.
The first thing she did when she came down form her room of isolation was to hug Percy thanking him profusely. Percy looked seriously uncomfortable at the open display of appreciation he just stood gaping. Theseus smirked at his brother's predicament.
Lyanna thanked him as well in the same enthusiastic manner. He accepted her gratitude asking how she was feeling. She flexed her body showing that she was at her prime.
An argument broke up between Lyanna and her brother when they were discussing on the path they should take.
"Don't test me, Ned. I will not go back to that oaf no matter what you say," Laynna almost screamed at her brother when he suggested he return to Robert and wed the man.
"Why?" Ned asked obviously lost why his sister detested his friend so.
"Don't get me started. First, that man has no bounds. He would bring every cunt he could find to his bed without thinking of his family. He is a man whore. You know that he has a couple of bastards already in the Vale. I will not marry a man like that."
"He will change, Lyanna. Once he weds you, he promised to let go of his bad habits," Ned tried to plead for his friend's case.
"I said no. And Theo told me what happened to Elia and her children. He is a monster to smile at the brutal murder of innocents. Then there is your foster father. He is nothing but a scheming old man who wants to further his own power. He is no better than Tywin Lannister."
"Jon is not a murderer," Ned defended at once. Theseus saw that he didn't defend his friend this turn. He heard of the incident at the Red Keep from the Northerners. Honestly he was surprised that the newly crowned king would do such a thing to segregate an entire kingdom for the sake of his personal feelings.
Then again from what they learnt about the man, he wasn't the brightest bulb around. He was a strong warrior, that much he could agree. But he was a man who lusted after the smell of blood of his foes. He wasn't a suitable candidate for the throne.
"Jon amassed his people the second he found out that you were kidnapped," said Ned angrily still trying to defend the man who taught him everything.
"I wasn't kidnapped, you oaf. I left with Rheagar. I sent a letter to you at the Eyrie and Brandon and father at Winterfell," Lyanna retorted back.
"What is he talking about Ned?" William asked looking suspicious.
Ned didn't answer. Theseus could see that he was just as lost as his fellow companions on this matter.
"She's saying that this war was a farce," Percy said breaking the awkward silence.
"What?" Mark questioned thunderously.
"Someone has been using Lyanna as a fuse to spark a war in the realm to their benefit," Percy said nonchalantly. Theseus wanted to smack him upside on his head for speaking in such a crass manner. These people lost their friends and family to this war. It wasn't suitable for them to speak lightly about their sacrifices. Even worse they shouldn't speak badly of the war they put their entire effort into.
"What he's saying is that someone intercepted Lyanna's letters and spread the rumours that she was kidnapped. Brandon rushed to the capital and the events fell into place one by one," Theseus added.
"So you wasn't kidnapped?" William asked Lyanna.
"No. But I soon found out why Rheagar wanted me to go with him. Once I found out, I tried to run away but I was captured and taken here to be detained," Lyanna said sadly.
Theseus could see the deep misery that was hidden underneath her facade. She appeared to behaving in her usual outgoing personality. But within her eyes he saw who she regretted leaving with the former prince. She lost everything that day. Her father, her elder brother… and her innocence. All she gained in return was a child. She would not be able to return to the society ever again if she wanted her and her child to survive.
"She cant return. The moment she does, Robert would find her out," Howland said pensively.
"She cant be seen with her child either," Mark added nodding to Howland's observation. "Her child would suffer the same fates as Rheanys and Aegon."
"She will have to disappear," said Theo.
"You could give me the child to look after and return to Robert like nothing had happened you know?" Ned said to his sister beseechingly.
"No… for the thousandth time… I will not marry that oaf!"
"There is also the matter that Jon Arryn and Robert Baratheon were aware of the letter and started the war anyway," said Percy grooming Zephyr away from the group.
"What!?" William and Mark almost screamed.
"Think about it. Even before your brother went to the Red Keep, Robert was gathering his men in the Stormlands under his brothers. Even Jon Arryn was sending messages to his vassals to get their men ready. They played their part and the war began smoothly," Percy said nonchalantly.
Theseus sighed. "I too believe that this war was orchestrated by few individuals. I still haven't found out who was involved in the plot exactly, but Robert and Jon are prime suspects."
"So this whole war was a farce?" Ned asked angrily.
"We have been telling you that from the start," Percy replied.
Ned seemed to deflate visibly. His entire world was crumbling around him. Theseus could see the haunted look in his eyes as he discovered the man he respected above anyone else and his brother in arms was behind the tragedy that befell his family.
"What do I do?" He almost pleaded. "I don't know what to think and who to trust anymore."
"For starters, you can trust the people right here with your life. For heaven's sake they came here with you knowing that they might not return," replied Theseus soothingly. He got nods and looks of respect from the Northerners.
"You can trust us with your life, Ned. We wont let you down," William said grasping Ned's shoulder supporting his brother.
"What about me?" Lyanna questioned forlornly breaking the moment between the Northerners.
"You can return with us if you want. Mother will always love to have another Stark in our midst. Recently she's being grilling us for grandchildren. She would always love to have a little Stark to spoil," Theseus replied trying to get two birds with one stone.
If he could get his mother off of his back for a few years, he would do anything. He still hadn't found his perfect partner and he would not for anything in the world give into a political marriage like the last time. It ruined him and destroyed his life. That was a mistake he swore never to repeat. Regarding Percy, he was pickier than him. He was sure that he would find his partner long before Percy finds his own.
"Alright," Lyanna said after thinking about it. "If I can protect my child, I would do anything."
"What are we going to do about the new king?" William asked fuming about the farce war they had just won. No matter their victory, the lives they lost and the sacrifices they made were meaningless.
"He thinks us gullible. Let's swindle all we can from him," Howland said showing his devious side. "If we raid the royal treasury and get a tax exempt on the grounds of the war, we can rebuilt the Moat and use the remainder to build ships and improve the North as a whole."
"That's a good idea. The mad king was supposed to have an overflowing treasury. Lets get what we deserve," Mark agreed.
"I'll leave the rest for you to decide. From now on Lyanna is no longer of this world. She died at the Tower of Joy… murdered by the kingsguard when their leader lost," Theseus said getting up. He gave a short whistle, a code they used when travelling on their mounts.
Soon Aymar came out with the disarmed prisoners. They were returned to the room at the bottom of the Tower after their dinner at the insistence of Mark despite knowing that the two wouldn't run away.
"What are you going to do with us?" Oswell questioned looking suspiciously at the group that defeated him and his fellow brothers.
"Depends," Percy said join into the conversation.
"On what?"
"Whether you want to live or die… where your loyalties lie."
"Of course we want to live," Oswell shot back. "As for our loyalty… we will never follow the rapist. But I can see that we wont be able to return to the live we know."
"What is your plan for us?" Arthur interrupted and asked Theseus straight.
"Ned and his men are returning to King's Landing with news that his sister died at the hands of the kingsguard. She will be travelling with us to our home and remain in hiding until she can emerge safely," Theseus replied. He saw a flash of surprise crossing Arthur's face when he saw that the Northern Warden was going to lie his ass of to his best friend.
"We offer you the same opportunity. You can come with us and help looking after Lyanna ad her son. You could train the child and help him if he decides to obtain his birthright."
"I wish to speak with my family before leaving," Arthur replied looking thoughtful at the offer.
"Obviously," Theseus agreed.
Soon they concluded their discussion. Oswell who didn't have anyone related to him except his aunt agreed to leave with Aymar along with Lyanna and her son. Though he wished to meet her and provide protection to the only family he had left, he agreed it was too risky to expose himself right now especially since the war had just died down. With the promise that Theseus would help him to restore his family to its former might he was ready to go leaving behind his identity.
The Northerners would turned back to head towards King's Landing to declare the death of Ned's sister. Robert would no doubt question them as to where Lyanna's body was. They made a story to suffice the new king's interest. According to it Lyanna had jumped form the top of the Tower of Joy to the valley below. Her body was never recovered. Mark in his brilliance made Lyanna write a note to her 'betrothed' that would enable the Northern party to get what they want from the king.
They would use it to get the necessary funds to protect their borders and the tax exempt so that 'they could recover from he losses they sustained so that Robert would take his rightful place as the king'. Even a petty fellow like Robert Baratheon wouldn't be able to deny the dying wish of the woman he loved.
Lyanna was thrilled at her arrangements. She would be able to meet a part of her family separated through several generations and also witness the majesty of the home of these new Starks. She had talked with Aymar and what she had heard was enough to get her excited beyond belief. Furthermore her son wouldn't be separated from her. Though he was born not of love, she truly loved the child who came out of her. This disappearance form public was done mostly for his sake.
Theo Well wanted to accompany her. But Ned promised to reunite them after they reached their homes. In a way Theo would act as the liaison between the two Stark families.
Organizing Lyanna's exodus was harder than they though. In the end Theseus and Aymar decided to bring their guests along with them and Percy would travel to Starfall with Arthur in secret.
It was arranged this way because Percy was vocal that he wanted to travel around the Valyrian ruins to glean what he could about the downfall of the Valyrian Freehold. Arthur agreed to join him in this little adventure.
The issue about the wetnurse was one that Ned and Lyanna stood in opposite sides. Lyanna wanted her at her side since it was this kind woman who had looked after her in the dreary tower isolated from the rest of the world. Ned on the other hand wanted to do away worth her so that their secret could be held. It was surprising to see such a firm stance by Ned Stark, who was known for his honour. In the end, Lyanna won the argument and she was included in the party travelling to Skagos.
The funeral rites for the fallen were followed in the morning. Among the Northerners there were two casualties; Ethan Glover and Martyn Cassel. They were buried under a sturdy tree that oversaw the Princess' Pass in honour of Ethan's habit of enjoying the sunset alone with his thoughts. William led the funeral rites adhering to the way of the First Men.
Percy planted a flowering shrub over the mounds of the dead. It symbolized renewal as the decomposing bodies nourished the plant to grow strong and healthy. Usually they would bury their dead in the weirwood according to their customs. Since none of the ancient tree groves were present for miles to come, this was the closet thing they could do in accordance to their traditions.
Though they were enemies, Ned and the others joined in praying for the fallen kingsguard. They were warriors who held to their beliefs right till the end. All anger the Northerners held against them was subsided the minute they laid peacefully in the ground.
"Jump up," Theseus said to Lyanna holding out his hand to her. In his other arm he was cradling her baby. Airon was fine flying with two adults on his back. His endurance was hampered with the extra weight.
On the other hand the other opinicus; Argent the one Aymar rode was in for a strenuous flight. Durning their journey they had panned several stops in order to switch passengers and even out the load between the two flying mounts. To make things easier, Oswell was requested to leave his arms and armour behind. He could be supplied with his lost possessions, whose quality couldn't be matched by the crude things he was currently equipped with.
Oswell agreed reluctantly to leave behind the armour that had protected him for many a year. But when it was pointed out that he wouldn't and couldn't be seen wearing the armour of kingsguard he consented.
"Hup." Lyanna pulled herself on to the saddle. Theseus tied the saddle straps to secure her incase she reacted awkwardly to an aerial maneuver. After she was secured in, he gave her the babe.
"Hold on to him tight. There will be sudden gusts of wind that would throw you off."
Lyanna nodded and swaddled the child inside her dress for extra protection. She turned to Ned who was looking at her with a myriad of emotions.
"Don't be like that Ned. I'm sure we would see each other often. You know this is the right thing to do," she said leaning slightly to caress his face. "You were always to honourable for your own good. Be careful so that others don't use your honour against you."
"I know Lyanna," he sighed. "This war has turned our lives upside down. Honestly… I'm not ready to be the Warden of the North not to mention a father."
"You will do well brother," she said soothingly. "Follow your heart, but listen to the counsel of the people you trust." Lyanna smiled at her bother. "And do tell Benjen what truly happened. I don't want him to waste his life thinking of what if."
With a nod from Theseus Aymar stirred Argent and the opinicus flared its mighty wings. With a huge sweep it was up rising to the skies above.
Ned ducked at the buffeting wind. "I think its time for us to part," he said receding from Lyanna.
"Be well brother. Do not direct your anger at your new wife. She had nothing to do with her father's crimes. Cherish her and the family she provides."
"I will," Ned said hesitantly.
"Lets leave as well," Theseus said rousing Airon. "Percy!" He called out to Percy and Arthur who were starting to depart as well. "Don't be reckless. Return home safe."
He wanted to warn Percy because he knew his brother's tendency to underestimate the danger he faced. The location he was going was a dead area where no one had returned from alive. He had no doubt that Percy could navigate the ash filled area. The problem laid in that they did not know what caused the Doom. Nobody knew whether there were survivors of any sort trapped in the ash.
Magic was unpredictable and dangerous to the unsuspecting.
"I know," Percy yelled back before giving Zephyr a whistle to depart.
Theseus shook his head slightly. This was the first he had seen Percy this enthused after arriving in this world. Percy was a warrior. Fighting instinct was in his blood. For all these years his instincts were suppressed. Now they were fully flared with the adventure he had ahead of him.
He wanted Percy to return safe for otherwise his mother would skin him alive for letting his brother go In such a dangerous journey by himself.
He too gave a whistle for Airon to depart.
"Hey!" William yelled as they cleared the ground.
"What?" He yelled back over the thumping of Airon's wings over the air.
"You never told us your father's family," the Dustin yelled back
Theseus grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He said teasingly leaving the Northerners hanging.
A/N: What do you think? This chapter is to introduce Percy and his family to the Northerners.
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