mpowers045: It is basically the events of Season 1 starting later, albeit a bit altered due to what happened with the OCs and such. You have seen that with Domeric's survival in this AU. The White Walkers have also been slowed down a bit, and only started to stir in 300 AC, alright?

Warning! Sexual content included! Also, I don't own anything besides my OCs!

Alright, second chapter! We shall see what happens next. Enjoy the read!

"Don't whimper so much, boy. You still have much to learn"

Sparring was Tobyas' favourite activity. He would spar all day if he could, even if it meant having bruises and sore muscles the entire time. He didn't care, and he wasn't going to give up now. His opponent was Willam Dustin, Lord of Barrowton and of the Barrowlands. Although he wasn't fostered by the Dustins, he and his friend Theon, the heir to House Greyjoy, often travelled to Barrowton, due to both being liked by Lady Dustin.

Sparring with Lord Dustin was certainly not an easy task. He is a seasoned warrior, known to be one of the three survivors of Lord Stark's party that went to save Lyanna Stark from Dorne, without success. He was the one who was said to have killed Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning. Lord Dustin swung his sword for his unprotected left leg, only to be parried by Tobyas, and Tobyas struck the man on the side, opening a wound. He smirked, but was overwhelmed by an attack on his right leg. He fell on his back, every muscle of him aching.

"Not feeling so lucky now, boy?", said Lord Dustin. "Let me give you a hand." He extended his hand, which Tobyas took, and stood up from the dirt. He could see Lady Dustin sitting with her daughters, Sarra and Della, eating lemon cakes. On the side of the sparring ground were Torrhen Dustin and Theon Greyjoy, ever with their cocky smiles on their lips. You gonna get it back, you two, Tobyas thought.

Tobyas stepped out of the sparring grounds. "Not so lucky, today, talon?" Theon always knew what to say to get a smile on his mouth. "At least I didn't lose to Ronnel fucking Stout!" The smile immediatly fell, Torrhen began to laugh loudly and Ronnel shoved Tobyas playfully. Ronnel was certainly the worst of the four friends in swordmanship, and Theon lost to him by chance today.

Tobyas passed them by, heading down to where Lady Dustin and her daughters. Sarra and Della shared their mother's and father's brown hair and their grey eyes were soft, unlike the harsh grey eyes of steel of the Starks. Not that the young Starks looked like Starks. All but three looked like Tullys, and one of them was a bastard. Still, he saw softness in the Dustin eyes, which warmed him a bit.

"Is my Young Falcon fine?" Oh, Sarra was a sweet one. It was known in the Barrow Hall that the heir to the Eyrie was infatuated in the eldest Dustin daughter, and luckily, the feeling was given back by her. They have shared kisses in the past, and she was the reason he travelled to Barrowton so often. Well, that, and that Torrhen and Ronnel were good friends of his.

"A few bruises, a few cuts, the usual thing.", he scoffed teasingly. Sarra and Della began to giggle and Lady Dustin looked with interest to the young man. She caught them kissing a few months back, and she had approved of their relation, mainly due to her also having a lover in her youth, no one less than Brandon Stark, the Wolf who was burned alive by the Mad King nine-and-ten years ago. Yet still, he felt unconfortable in her presence, not knowing if she told Lord Dustin or not.

"Would you like a lemon cake?", asked Lady Dustin. Tobyas, not wanting to be rude, accepted and munched on the cake. He didn't particularely like them, but if it meant spending more time with his lover, he is disposed to do anything.

Tobyas excused himself from the great hall of the Barrow Hall, not wanting to disturb any further. He was tired and sore from the spar, and wanted to sleep as soon as possible. Torrhen was still eating and talking with his sisters, but Theon and Ronnel already left beforehand. The squid surely went to a brothel to fuck some more, he thought. Ronnel was most likely dining at the small keep of the Stouts within Barrowton, Goldgrass. The wind was chilly tonight and as Tobyas wandered to his room.

He entered his room and ordered a maid to prepare a bath, as he sat down on his bed and waited for the maid to finish. The maid hurried, as she was told to, and soon enough, the bath was ready. He took off his clothes and headed to the tub, laid himself in it, and closed his eyes for a minute, just to enjoy the heat.

Tobyas suddenly felt a hand entering the water and grabbing his shaft. He immediately opened his eyes to see Sarra, grinning. He leaned in for a kiss, and she took it. They stayed like this for a while, before she dragged him out of the tub. He sighed, but nonetheless followed her, drying himself as she laid herself on his bed.

"I want you to give me your Lord's Kiss, Toby." He grinned at her desire, they did this before. But he shook his head: "Sorry darling, but I am really tired. Tomorrow." She looked at him, understanding, as she saw the bruises and cuts of her lover. She leaned in for another kiss. Before she left his chamber, she said: "Good night, my Falcon Knight." And then she left.

He remembered the day he hunted the Night's Watch deserters who formed a bandit group a year ago, which terrorized the Sheepshead Hills. He personally slew three of these deserters and restrained their leader. There, Ser Wendel Manderly knighted him on the spot, to the shock of both Lord Stark and himself. He proudly bears the title ever since, and his father told him how proud he was of his knighthood.

Changing into sleeping clothes, he laid himself in bed. This was a heck of a week here in Barrowton. He hunted, sparred, laughed and generally rode in and around Barrowton, and he felt more homely here than in Winterfell. He respected Lord Eddard and his children, but he could never grow accomodated in Winterfell. He thought that the castle had a dark secret, and he shunned the crypt. Something was wrong with it, and he knew it. The falcon observes everything and anything, it was said. And people told him that he had hawkish eyes, ever observing. Lord Stark once told him he looked like a younger version of his father, with sandy hair, blue eyes and an aquiline nose. His brother had little in common besides his hawkish blue eyes. Robert had a nose like their mother's and his hair was said to be the same colour as their grandmother's, Minisa Whent, who died some years ago.

Remembering that he needed to write his brother a letter, he lit a candle and went to the desk to write.

Tobyas was in King's Landing, in the Tower of the Hand. He heard an argument. As he went up the stairs, he saw a small boy, with sandy hair. The boy could merely be two-and-ten, if not younger. He held in his arms another boy, an infant not older than two. The small one looked at the old one, who was crying and tried to find out why he was crying. The elder in turn kissed him on the brown hair the small boy had.

Realisation struck Tobyas as he recognized the scene as one of his childhood memories. I must be dreaming, he thought. This was the day his father told mother that Robert should stop suckling and start eating real food. They had a big argument, and Tobyas started it all, because he was worried Robert would remain weak if he wouldn't begin eating hard food. He told his father that falcons push their young from the nest so often, until they learn to fly. And his father suddenly understood.

The image changed. It was the harbour of Gulltown. Tobyas saw a bit younger version of himself and Robert embracing their father and mother. While their father was happy, Lysa Arryn, their mother, was not. She looked unhappy, since her Sweetrobin was too young to leave his mother's side and go to the icy North, even if it was her older sister who was going to look after them. Tobyas has already been in the North for one year in total, being six months in Winterfell, and six months either at the Eyrie or King's Landing. But Robert was going North for the first time, and Robert asked his brother about the people there. And yet, Tobyas saw the anger in his mother's eyes and the glares she gave to Jon Arryn.

The image changed once again. It was in the garden of the Red Keep. He saw Littlefinger, a friend of his mother, speaking with his mother. Odd, I don't remember this, the Young Falcon thought. As he went closer, he could hear their voices.

"Sweet darling, these are Tears of Lys. Put them in Jon's wine and he'll die" Tobyas wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He was in shock about this image. Surely this isn't real, it's just a dream! "Will this leave no mark, Petyr?"

"No, it will be a quick fever, which will take him" Tobyas listened, horrified by the thought that his mother could kill his father.

"And then we will marry and be together forever, Petyr?"

"Forever."

Tobyas woke up, gasping. It was just a nightmare, Tobyas, calm down, he thought. He got out of his bed and went to wash his face a bit. He surely didn't have a good sleep and his muscles were still quite a bit sore from yesterday's spar. It was still very early outside, and the sun was only now beginning to rise. It was still a few hours until court life would start in the Barrow Hall. He dressed himself, took the letter and sealed it, took his bow and arrow and went to the practice range.

He delivered the letter to the maester, who was luckily already up, and went to the practice range. Theon was already there, shooting arrow after arrow. Let's show this squid what an Arryn is made of. It was known that the Arryns were very good bowmen. People would say the Arryns have eyes as sharp as those of falcons, which made them so good. And Tobyas knew this had a bit of truth in it. The Arryns had a family trait of having good sight. He can't remember one Arryn who ever needed Myrish lenses.

Just as Theon wanted to shoot another arrow, Tobyas swiftly shot one, hitting the bullseye. Theon turned around and grinned. "Ah, the lovebird. How is it going with Sarra" Tobyas quickly drew an arrow out of his quiver and shot it at the feet of Theon. He jumped back. "You don't need to take it this far, I was only japing!" Laughing, the Young Falcon went down to the practice range and practiced a bit.

"Tobyas, you must come here for a second." It was Lady Dustin, and had a bit of a worried tone in her voice. He went immediately to the lady, who just came out of the great hall. "Yes, my lady?", Tobyas asked. She looked a bit distressed, worried about something.

"Tobyas, your father died. A fever took him."

Tobyas fainted.

For explanation, only Sarra Dustin is one of the 20 OCs brought into this world. Means that Della and Torrhen Dustin are just side effects of this universe, ok?

What do we have here? Yes, the events of Game of Thrones just started, meaning soon the king will come to Winterfell. But anyway, here is the hint for the next chapter: ice, arrows and woods.

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