Chapter 3 of the Real North arc is here!
A hearty thanks to everyone who's taking their time to read this :)
I have posted some links to the pictures of some of the characters, outfits and locations of the elves. I will be posting more for different places so you guys don't have to look up for them on google again and again.
Sorry for the long author notes but I would like to address some of my current thoughts as well as respond to the reviews. Hope you guys read it and understand what goes on in my mind when writing about Naruto and his personality in this fic.
First, I wanna say this that I know you guys have doubts that the fic will be bogged and slowed down because of how much I have added to the magical aspect of the world. I assure you that I will try my level best to keep the story going at a steady rate with plenty of progress and action. It won't all be about magic of course. Politics will come in later but I'm just approaching the white walkers first since the other fics don't actually deal with white walkers at the start. Just wanted to try a different approach and make Naruto a bit more aggressive in terms of making himself a king or emperor.
Also, I would like to point out that I'm very reluctant to pair Naruto with any of the GoT girls since in like every crossover, Naruto is paired with multiple girls at the same time.. So, I've decided to do Dany/Jon, Margeary/Shikamaru, Arya/Gendry (Maybe).
Another thing that I want to address is Naruto's power. I already knew that bringing in a Post war Naruto was just inviting trouble for GoT world. Hell, even teleporting Naruto from any time would be inviting trouble but I wanted to take another approach to a Naruto/GoT crossover. Naruto has power, infinite amounts of power. He and Setsuna could single handedly blow the entire planet up, yes. But that is not what they're after now. Naruto would not want to risk unnecessary lives, the people of this world are not trained shinobi. If Naruto were to dish out one his more powerful attacks, there would always be a high possibility that his allies would get caught and killed in the attack as well. So he's reluctant to use his much more destructive powers as of now. He'll only use them if he's relatively alone or if the situation demands it.
Instead I'll be showing the much more subtle side of Naruto, in which he completes his missions without blowing shit up for once, or at least I will try to show it.
As for why Naruto does not go to the Land of Always Winter and blow them sky high, it's because he doesn't have an idea of where these wights are coming from. The ninja trio got attacked by them before Naruto could properly sense that far away with his Sage Mode. Plus, he didn't even know about the whole deal with the wights until he met Brynden, The Three Eyed Raven. Naruto is currently a bit closed off from this world. It may seem like he's returned to his usual personality but this Naruto is much more mature and tactical, he will not make a move until he gets an overall idea and feel for the conditions of the world, which he did in the previous chapter.
Also, Dp11 kindly pointed out that Sasuke already had his cursed marked removed by Itachi at the end of their fight. To be completely honest, I had forgotten about that little tidbit. So, just for the sake of the story we'll go with Setsuna still having her cursed marked, this is fanfic not canon so it should be alright :)
Expect to see some minor skirmishes with the White Walkers in the next few chapters. There won't be any new characters from Dragon Age or Elder Scrolls being introduce now. Not until we get to the Valyrian or Yi Ti arc. Along with that, I'm never gonna introduce the Chantry in this fic. They're just gonna cause trouble for everyone lol.
On with the story!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OCs Celewe, Celevena and Vyrzhina!
The Race To Arms!
Tower of the Hand, Red Keep:
The days were getting darker and darker as time passed and nights longer and longer. It seemed as if they were in for a very long and harsh winter. The weather would remain cloudy for most of the day and winds blew a bit colder than normal. They would need to start storing harvests and food. Managing the trade routes and supplies would become a hassle once again. Warmer clothing would need to be sewn and prepared. He'll have to get another report on the status of the crops in the Crownlands and make sure to negotiate another trade with the Reach.
Jon Arryn, the current Hand of the King, thought that his old bones would never get the rest that they deserved. Ever since he started serving Robert, his surrogate son, as Hand of the King, he had worked himself to the bone and to the point of sheer exhaustion. Robert just wasn't the same anymore. The hearty, spirited, and strong young lad that he had risen in rebellion to defend. All he did now was drink and whore himself to an early grave. Jon wished that Robert would somehow get a hold of himself and do something productive for once.
Right now though, he was reading a report on the rampant crimes happening in Flea Bottom. This was disheartening to say the least. If the king couldn't look after the place that he lived next to than how could he look after all seven kingdoms that stretched for miles and miles. Taking a deep breath, Jon immediately made up his mind. He would once again go to the King's Solar and discuss the rampant increase in crime that was occurring right under Robert's nose that, no doubt, was always covered by his golden cup that he drank his Dornish Red from. Then there was another major problem that he had to solve. One that could tear the kingdoms apart and make Robert go berserk with rage. The problem that was Cersei Lannister, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and her incestuous relation with her brother, Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard, more commonly known as the Kingslayer. There was no trusting the Lannisters, one should never trust them but they were needed. The crown was already deep in debt to them, to Tywin the old and fearsome Lion.
If there was one man that people should be wary of, it was Tywin. It was no secret that he wanted everlasting glory for House Lannister. Glory and a dynasty that would last centuries even millenniums, if Tywin had anything to say about it and he wouldn't stop at nothing to achieve his goals. If his family or legacy was threatened then he would hold nothing back to absolutely destroy the opposition. It was with this thought in mind that Jon contemplated on how to break it to Robert. He had been suspicious of Robert's children for quite some time now. Once he researched about it, he came upon a shocking discovery that Robert's children weren't actually his but were in reality, bastards of Ser Jaime Lannister and the Queen. He kept quiet about it in fear that if the wrong people found out, the situation would get out of hand and there would be another war upon them. He had visited Robert's bastards in Flea Bottom to further confirm his theory and confirm he did. The little baby in that whorehouse, the blacksmith's apprentice, Gendry. Along with them, there were countless others that he had visited in Flea Bottom. He was curious about the total number of bastards that Robert had sired all over the kingdoms. All of them had inherited Robert's traits, black hair, blue eyes. However, none of Cersei's children had any of Robert's trait and Baratheons always had a strong bloodline, one would just need to have a look at the family tree and history of the Baratheons. So, to not inherit the looks and traits of a Baratheon, it became quite clear to Jon that Joffrey, Tommen and Myrcella did not have any birthright to the Iron Throne.
The frantic knock on the door however shook him out of his thoughts. Giving permission to enter, he saw his squire, Hugh, enter.
"Lord Hand, a raven has arrived carrying a scroll with a seal of House Stark on it," After taking the scroll from the outstretched hands of his squire, Jon broke the seal and rolled open the scroll with surprise shining in his eyes. It had been a very long time since Ned had sent him a message from the north and indeed it was addressed directly to him and not the king. Strange, this led him to believe that the matter was much more personal or required his immediate attention. Scanning through the contents of the scroll, Jon gasped in wonder and fear.
Ned was never the type to joke around even when he was young. Shy, serious, and soft-spoken, the Quiet Wolf always got straight to the point to spare himself and others from forcing themselves to banter in pointless conversation. It was a trait he admired yet right now, he couldn't help but curse in his mind. The contents of the scroll left him completely out of breath so he leaned back into his comfy chair and sighed.
Jon Arryn, Hand of the King
It has been a long time since we have had any type of contact, Jon. I hope you are as healthy as you were back in the day. However, there is an urgent matter in the north that you have to know about. I'm currently writing this while sitting in Caslte Black at the Wall while I wait for my bannermen to arrive in force. Jon, the Others are no myths. They never were, and now they are coming back. Half the north has seen it with their own eyes. Bright flash of light coming from beyond the Wall, earthquakes and aftershocks. The wildlings could never do something like this. There's a threat rising beyond the Wall and everyone is becoming very wary of it. I request that you gather the armies of the southern kingdoms and immediately make way towards the Wall. We need all the reinforcements we can get, Jon. Lord Commander will go and negotiate with the Free Folks once the northern army arrives in order to get their support, whether or not this will be successful is another matter entirely but the men here are getting more anxious. I hope you can come to support us in time. If you do then Lord Howland Reed will be awaiting in the Neck for you. He will help you armies cross the Neck. I have no doubt that another Long Night is upon us. Winter is coming...
Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell
White Walkers... now how did he deal with this kind of problem? Ned had already called all of this banners to the Wall. Varys' little birds had already reported the rumours floating around in the north. A bright flash from beyond the Wall illuminating the sky that were accompanied by aftershocks of an earthquake. There was no side stepping around this threat.
While Jon was lost in his own world of plans, strategies and concern, Lysa Tully, his wife entered his Solar without him noticing at first. Dismissing Hugh first, she walked with a steady pace towards the table that her husband was sitting behind. In her hand was a cup of tea that she had mixed a small amount of Tears of Lys in. A poison that would cause a sickness in the bowels and belly eating away at them and ultimately take the life of her husband. Then and only then could she be with Petyr. Oh yes, this was it! She would finally be with Petyr, her love! She never liked how Petyr always ran after Catelyn, her elder sister. Catelyn never wanted him. Instead, she was smitten with Brandon Stark. In spite of this, Petyr would never even look at her! Her, the one who would return his love tenfold! But no more of this waiting. She couldn't help but feel excited about this. Oh she had come to care for Jon a bit in recent times but her love and obsession with Petyr triumphed over the meager care that she had for Jon Arryn, her husband and the father of her child, Robin.
She was approached by Petyr yesterday, they had hatched up a plan in which she would poison Jon and then Petyr would be free to express his love for her! He had finally realized that she was a far more better woman then her sister. She was the one who deserved him, not Cat!
"You look stressed out, Milord. Here, I brought you some tea to sooth your mind. It won't help the Seven Kingdoms if their ever efficient Hand falls ill or cannot concentrate on running the Kingdoms effectively." Donning a caring smile, Lysa set the cup of tea of the table that was clustered with reports, maps and documents needing to be signed. However, Jon abruptly stood up and quickly made his way to the door without even giving her any attention.
"I am sorry, Milady, but there is an urgent matter that the king needs to be made aware of." Just as he said that, he stopped right in his tracks and spun around to gaze at Lysa.
"It may even be likely that I would not have any free time from now on. The realm is under threat once again and this time, it's a much more ancient and terrifying power. I need you to take Robin with you, and hurry back to the Eyrie at once. I will see you there in a few weeks once I am done in Kings Landing. Safe travels, dear." And with that, Jon stormed out of the room at a frantic and hurried pace leaving Lysa just standing there, unable to comprehend about what just happened.
'Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT!' Backhanding the cup from the table in rage, it broke into pieces once it impacted on the floor, spilling the tea that was laced with the rare and very expensive poison.
'I need to get a hold of myself, there will be other opportunities. Yes! There will be other opportunities. I'll make other opportunities if need be. Nothing will stop me from uniting with Petyr, my one and only love!'
With that Lysa stomped out of the solar to hatch up a new plan. On the other hand, while Lysa was raging, Jon Arryn had already made it down the lengthy stairs of the Tower of the Hand and was now making his way towards the king's solar. Well, more like sprinting, there was still some energy left in his old bones. Once he reached the door that led to the King's Solar, he knocked hard and hurriedly. The giggles and moaning could be heard from inside the solar and he did not want to deal with this at the moment. The door opened after sometime with giggling women running out of the solar. He wondered where were the Kingsguard that were supposed to be standing guard outside the king's solar.
Making his way inside, Jon impatiently watched as Robert made his way to his chair and sat down, making the chair creak with pressure.
"Robert, a raven arrived from the north. Here read this, Ned himself wrote this. We need to muster our troops and march towards the Wall at once."
"What's gotten into you, Jon? Take a seat and have some wine. You look like your about to keel over."
"I'm sorry but this is no time to rest. Just read the message from Ned..."
"Alright alright, old man. No need to hurry. Wonder what Ned's written about to get you acting like this.." While Robert read the message that his old friend, his brother in all but blood had sent, Jon tapped his foot impatiently and paced in front of the king's table. He wasn't sure if the Seven Kingdoms would even believe in this. Sure, he could get the Riverlands and the Vale as well as the Stormlands to send their armies for the Wall but what about the rest. The Greyjoys would rather raid and pillage the lands first than send their sailors to march towards the Wall of all places with 'Greenlanders'. They couldn't be trusted neither would they provide any significant advantage to the king. He would have to leave a fraction of the army behind to keep the Greyjoys in check. No doubt they would see this as an opportunity. With the armies and king focusing northwards, they were free to do as they liked. Consequences be damned.
Once the kingdoms would here of what's really going on in the north and the realization that the rumours about the Others making their presence known once again weren't actually rumours then there would be mass panic and chaos. The Great Houses already had their own agendas and weren't really loyal to the king. Lords and Ladies like Tywin and Olenna Tyrell would no doubt dismiss the fact that the Others of all things were preparing for bringing another Long Night. They would only send a fraction of their army in response to any ravens they sent and make up an excuse about how they needed to have men ready to defend the south if the Others were successful in breaking through the Wall and the armies up north.
Bandits and all the other kinds of criminals on the other hand would take advantage of the armies marching north and pillage and loot to their liking. That was another problem in itself, he would need to make sure that the few men and guards that stayed behind would do their duty in the absence of an higher authority not that it stopped any of them from slacking during their jobs before.
The damage and corruption that inflicted the kingdoms was truly much too great to fix in such short notice but they would have to make due with what they have. If the Others were successful in their attempt to breach the Wall then all would be lost. There would be no stopping them and it would be too late by the time that the Lords and Ladies of the Great Houses would realize the fact that the Others were no myth but rather reality. The king couldn't actually do anything against the disloyalty of the Great Houses. They were far too powerful and the king's influence was far too diminished. On the other hand, he could order the the Lords staying behind to send patrols and keep the order established while he and Robert were gone to the Wall.
Gazing at Robert, he realized that the king was shocked into silence. That didn't happen often. Placing the letter on the table, Robert looked up to Jon with a serious expression
"What do you think, Jon? Is it true? Can we really believe that bloody fucking White Walkers are coming to kill us and wipe our armies off the map?" The issue about Cersei's children could wait. Jon need Robert completely focused on this main threat that had just risen up out of nowhere. Revealing the truth about Cersei would cause the Realm to blow itself up with all the chaos that would ensue. No, right now was definitely not the time to talk with Robert about the Lannisters. They needed them now more than ever. The Seven Kingdoms needed to be united in order to face the upcoming threat, no matter how difficult and impossible that will be. He would talk with Robert about exiling Cersei and her children after this upcoming war. If they survived that is.
"I have never known Ned for a liar or a joker, Your Grace. He would not have written to us if he didn't believe or confirm the fact that White Walkers do exist."
"Damn it all to hell, old man. The damned kingdoms were already at my throat and now, white walkers of all things make an appearance. Can this get any fuckin' worse?"
"We need to send out ravens immediately and call the banners. We cannot delay anymore, Your Grace."
"Alright alright, go and send the damned ravens although I doubt that would do any good. Who would believe in the thrice damned white walkers of all things, seven hells..."
"We need to muster as much men as we can. You need to give the orders for every able bodied man to get ready to march with the army. Experienced or not, we need every extra pair of hands we can get."
"Yes, yes, I'll get to it. Now leave me to drink, old man."
"As you wish, Your Grace..."
Once Jon had left, Robert buried himself deep in though. Never would he had imagined that he would be giving out orders for the Seven Kingdoms to muster up their armies in order to deal with bloody White Walkers of all things. Seven hells, he would be marching to his death. Hah! What a way to go! King Robert Baratheon, killed while leading the charge against the Others... The bards would sing songs about this and Lords and Ladies would yap their mouths about this for generations if they survived.
Well, if he was going to down then he would go down fighting. Underneath all this fat, there was still some muscle and strength left from years long gone. Maybe not as much but a bit of workout and practicing would be fine. He would have to lay off the wine though. That was a bummer. Ah what the hell is he yapping' about. Time to lift up that old war hammer of his and show them that the man who brought down the fucking dragon spawns still exists!
With those thoughts in mind, Robert quickly wrote up an order on a scroll. Every able bodied man would march with the army northwards where they would take the fight to the White Walkers. Seven Kingdoms be damned, he wanted to die fighting in a glorious and bloody battle. With blood pumping in his veins, muscles stretched and his body heated up. After writing the order, Robert stood up and turned around to where his war hammer was displayed in a glass case. Moving forward, Robert opened the case and picked up his weapon with a strong grip. Aye, he would go down fighting alright. Now time to put in some practice, he'll enjoy trying to spar against Barristan or the Kingslayer. Maybe he would get his son, Joffrey to finally acquire some skills. The Seven knew he had the hands of a girl. It would do him good to get some cuts and experience some pain before he marched with them to the Wall.
Caslte Black, The Wall:
'I hope that Jon can convince the southerners to send their armies to the Wall...'
It had been four days since the his bannermen had arrived. The army was 20,000 strong with some 15,000 men left to guard the rest of the north. Another 15,000 would be arriving just about any moment while 5,000 men had settled in Queen's Crown located in The New Gift. This was not including Skagos but they had little to no contact with them and Ned doubted that they would establish contact anytime soon. The army had brought with them the necessary supplies as well. It was enough to last them for a few months. Every able bodied man was here and now he was in charge of the defenses of the Wall till and if the Lord Commander returned. And by every able bodied man, he meant everyone. That included his two sons Robb and Jon. Gods be good, he never though that he would march to battle with his own sons this soon. He just hoped that Rodrik trained them hard enough for them to survive this winter.
Most of the lords of the North had arrived with the army on the command of their liege lord. Lord Manderly, Bolton, Umber, Karstark and Glover, just to name a few. Everyone of them was loyal to him although he had his suspicions about Roose Bolton. The man was very cold, shady and cruel. He could not be trusted but his men were needed right now. His cunning would also help them in the future during battle and making up strategies.
Hopefully more men and supplies would arrive from the south without any problems. Two days ago he had dispatched a Raven to Jon Arryn, the Hand of the King and a second father to him. Jon would surely heed his warning and Robert would possibly march with the armies of the south towards the Wall. They would need to make camp however since Ned had already divided his forces and ordered them to garrison the abandoned castles along the wall. There were 19 in total and all 19 would be fully manned and supplied by the end of his week. Castle Black was currently occupied by him and the few remaining Nights Watch along with his Stark Men. Roose had gone to the Nightfort. Other various lords were garrisoned in the other castles with their men. Lord Manderly had stayed with him as well as Lord Umber and Karstark with a few of their men. The rest of the personal Stark levies were camped just outside Castle Black. They had come fully prepared for a harsh winter and did not expect anything less.
Lord Commander Mormont had been gone for four days as well. Taking with him most of the rangers including his brother, Benjen. There was no news of them at all. It was a cause for constant worry and Ned buried himself deep in work and the assessment of his forces in order to distract his mind from it. Sparring and practicing had become a common past time for the men at the Wall. They needed to be at their best to combat anything that came their way from across the Wall. The scouts had reported that the wildling host was 100,000 strong with 30,000 fighters. A 100 mammoths and dozens of Giants were accompanying them. If the negotiations went as planned then the wildlings would also be allowed to settle down near Queen's Crown while the fighters and Giants would join the garrisoned troops at the Wall. Although, there was the issue of their wild behaviour and unwillingness to bow down to any lord.
For now though, he had to train both Robb and Jon no matter how reluctant he was to see them go to battle. Maester Aemon had already taken in an apprentice of sorts in the form of a young man named Samwell Tarly, who had arrived just a few days ago. Eddard frowned at the thought. How could a father just send his son to the Wall of all places because he couldn't meet up due to expectations. Under normal circumstances, this wasn't the type of place for boys like Samwell but he hoped that the budding friendship between Jon and him as well as Robb would help him to some degree. Jon and Robb had already given him some training with a sword. Maester Aemon was now researching with Sam on the Others and their weaknesses. Theon however constantly made fun of poor Sam and antagonized him. He would have to have a good talk with Theon sometime soon.
Orsic's Hill, Beyond the Wall:
Qhorin the 'Halfhand' could see the approaching wildling army from the north. It would be a few hours before they reached anywhere near Craster's Keep. Ordering one of the Nights Watch rangers to go back and report the wildling approach to the Lord Commander, he looked back towards the wildling that had started to make camp. 'Never thought I'd see giants and mammoths in my life' The Giants were very noticeable even from this far. Their huge stature made it easy for anyone with even one eye to spot them in the snow. Qhorin counted atleast a dozen of them. If the wildlings would have attacked them, they would be hard pressed to stop the giants. The Wall was the only thing that would keep them safe. The gates, however, were another matter entirely. He did not want to find out if the giants could rip the gates apart or at the very least lift them up.
Scanning around, he saw a party of Free Folks approaching the few rangers that were occupying the hill. 'Well, this is it. As long as I die while doing something to keep the realm safe, I'm satisfied..' Holding up his arms as a sign of peace, Qhorin marched forward with his black brothers following close by, hands on the hilts of their swords in preparation for any fight that may break out. Wary eyes darted from one man to another as both sides stopped at a distance of 20 feet.
"Mance."
"Qhorin"
Qhorin had not forgotten that Mance had deserted the watch in favour of the Free Folk. He would not let his guard down in front of the person who had betrayed the trust that the Nights Watch had put into him. No matter if he had been a good friend to Qhorin or not.
"Funny seeing you crows up here, just standing and waiting for us to approach you. This ain't an ambush, is it?"
"No, this isn't. The Lord Commander would like to meet with ya, traitor." The clear disdain in Qhorin's voice could not be hidden when he addressed Mance. Old grudges died hard it seems but now was not the time to act on past feelings and Qhorin knew it. The safety of the realm came first and foremost. Mance could be dealt with later.
"You wanted to attack the Wall just so you could get away from the icy bastards coming after your backside, didn't ya? The Lord Commander has come to negotiate some terms with you. If you agree then you'll be allowed to cross the Wall but you and your wildlings will be expected to help the forces of the Seven Kingdoms defend the Wall. No questions asked."
"Hahaha, never thought the Old Bear would actually see it my way! Alright, I'll go with ya to meet the Old Bear. So long as you crows don't stick a spear or dagger in my back." Narrowing his eyes in rage at the chosen leader of the Free Folk, Qhorin gritted his teeth and spat out..
"You have my word. No one will even think about attacking you or your wildlings."
"Good. Where's the Old Bear camped up?"
"Craster's Keep. It would take us an hour or two to reach the keep if we hurry up."
"In a hurry eh? Those icy bastards got you cowering in your cozy armour? Hahaha!"
"This is not the time for jokes, traitor! Gather your men and follow us! Try not to attack us while our backs our turned."
"We Free Folk aren't as dishonourable as your people down south, crow. Tormund, alert the camp. Lets get them moving." Tormund however stayed put for awhile, eyeing each and every crow warily and skeptically. Not believing for a second that the crows of all people would be offering them a safe passage through the Wall. However, seeing the discreet nod from Mance, he reluctantly turned around and made haste towards their camp, leaving the group of crows and wildings in an uneasy silence.
Fifteen minutes later, he came running back. Panting and sweating even in the cold. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he spoke to Mance
"They're ready to move. Just packin' things up. We should get movin'... They'll be right behind us."
"You heard him, crow. Lead the way..."
Scowling for a bit, Qhorin turned around while the rest of the rangers kept an eye on the wildlings to make sure they weren't up to any funny business. Once Qhorin got moving, the others followed. The wildlings however kept their distance while the rangers kept glancing over their shoulders. Behind them, the host of Free Folks was starting to follow them.
Cave of the Three Eyed Raven, Beyond the Wall:
Brynden was currently keeping an eye on the Wall through his warging powers. He could sense Naruto's clones in the midst of the armies of the north. Truly, the trio of shinobi had quite a lot of tricks up their sleeves when it came to infiltrating. He wished that he would have been able to make duplicates of himself. At least he wouldn't need to keep a tight check on his spy network. Shikamaru was currently meditating, or at least it looked like he was meditating. He hadn't opened his eyes for a very long time. Maybe he fell asleep? Just sitting in that unusual position with that weird hand gesture for an hour or two would have to be tiring for him. Moving on from those thoughts, Brynden started musing about Setsuna. She had been working on one of her mysterious techniques. When he inquired about what the technique entailed, she became quite tight lipped about it. Well, there was no forcing her. She will eventually inform them about the technique, once finished perfecting.
On the other hand, Naruto had gotten himself in quite the predicament. The young lad was truly unpredictable. Who would've known that his clones would be able to successfully track down the ever illusive Snow Elves. They should be arriving here any moment now. They've been having a conversation about the Others and Naruto's ambitions and reasons for quite some time now. Ah, the advantages of being a Greenseer and a warg. Taking one last look at the Wall, he felt the ever present malevolent and despairing spirits and energy at the Nightfort. It was no secret to Brynden that a part of the Night's King soul was sealed under the Nightfort, within the weirwood tree that makes up the Black Gate beneath the cold, dreary, and dark fortress. The fragment of the Night's King soul is the only thing that keeps the Wall standing. The runes etched onto the Wall are powered by it. As an unwanted side effect of the powerful piece of soul having been sealed directly beneath the Nightfort, the magic around the fortress and it's immediate vicinity became incredibly potent. In other words, Ghosts and specters still roam the halls of Nightfort. It was due to the presence of these spirits that a feeling of unease descended upon any who resided in the Nightfort. That was where the fortress had gotten it's reputation as a haunted place that one should avoid at any cost possible.
Brynden was just thankful that no man had actually found out about these particular tidbits. If any man would have found out then catastrophe would soon follow. A man would do anything for power, even if it meant freeing the soul fragment of the Night's King...
Five minutes later, there was a bright yellow flash followed by surprised gasps and grunts. Looks like the young lad had finally arrived with a contingent of Snow Elves.
On the other hand, Shikamaru finally opened his eyes and looked sharply at the new arrivals. Tensing up, he put his right hand on the hilt of his tanto. He could muse about his new found powers later.
The Snow Elves looked like they had lost their breath and were about to lose their breakfast as well. Disorientated and entangled with each other, they tried to regain some semblance of dignity. Looking around, the Snow Elves were even more amazed at how they were now teleported to a completely new location. Naruto just stood in the center, grinning like a fool. Vyrzhina was the first to speak up after gaining a bit of control over herself.
"This is truly amazing, Naruto. Can you perform other techniques similar to this one?" Curiosity shone in the Archmage's eyes. The dimension traveler had certainly gained her utmsot attention with all the new and neat techniques he kept showing them.
"Yes, of course I can. They're a lot more of other techniques and little tricks that I and other shinobis can perform."
"Someday in the future, I would like to test my magic against your 'Chakra' as you call it."
"I'm always up for a good spar! I'll be more than happy to oblige, 'ttebayo!"
"Young one, did you really have to do that?" Came the tired reply from Ardawen who stood up from the pile of tangled limbs on of the floor.
"Of course, old man! You did want to see some of my other abilities...so, here it is. "
"Yes, well... this is all very intriguing. Although, it seems as if the younger ones are going to empty their stomachs."
"Don't worry, you'll get used to the teleportation after some time, 'ttebayo..."
"I do hope so.." Naruto was about to continue speaking when Celevena excitedly jumped up.
"This was amazing! I wanna do that again! Naruto, you need to teach me how to do that!"
"Celevena, you can torment your new friend later..."
"But... brother!"
"We're not alone, dear little sister... Look around for a bit.."
When Celevena turned her attentions towards the rest of the occupants. Her eyes widened a bit and an almost unnoticeable blush spread across her cheeks. Sheepishly scratching the back of her head, she forced a smile on her lips. Indeed, they were not alone. Brynden watched them with an amused twinkle in his eyes while Shikamaru had raised his eyebrows at the strange display from the highly revered Snow Elves 'The woman acts just like Naruto, troublesome..'
Coughing into his hand, the Snow Prince introduced himself and his companions
"Ehm, it seems that we got off on the wrong start. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Snow Prince Celewe as some of you may already know. This is my little sister, Celevena. To my right is Arch Curator Vyrthur and his brother, Knight Paladin Gelebor, who are my childhood friends. To my left is Ardawen the Head Librarian and his daughter, Archmage Vyrzhina."
"Never would I have imagined that I would be meeting the high command of the Snow Elves. My name is Brynden, better known as the Three Eyed Raven."
"Troublesome... I'm Shikamaru..."
"Aww, c'mon Shika... Be a bit more active! These are our new allies. By the way, where is Setsuna? She needs to meet them too."
"Troublesome blond... She's training underground. Just after you left, she raged and ranted for a bit. After that, she carved out a massive underground training ground. Don't ask me how, she just did it with her powers. You guys are the ones who are all-powerful, not me." With that Shikamaru sat down and leaned against a wall. He wanted to further think and contemplate about his new found ability.
"Oh, I forgot about that... Damn, now I don't wanna actually face her. Oh well, we'll see what happens when we get there."
"Naruto, is this.. 'Setsuna' your third companion that you spoke of?"
"Yep! Don't worry, you'll get to meet her soon. I hope she's not mad anymore, I'll have to go and apologize sometime soon. Anyway, just so you guys know, she'll come off as cold and indifferent towards you. Just give her a bit of time and she'll show her true personality." 'Maybe..'
'Don't waste your time, brat! Get to the damn point of this meeting. Oh and one other thing, let me out in the open!'
'Just wait a little bit, furball! Don't be impatient, I'm getting to it...' Deciding to fulfill Kurama's wish, Naruto let the fox manifest himself in the real world. In a matter of seconds, a crimson, nine tailed, normal sized fox was standing on all four, just behind Naruto. The sudden appearance of the fox left everyone, except Shikamaru, stunned.
"Oi! What are you all looking at? I'm the mighty Nine Tailed Fox, a force of destruction! Do not just look at me like that! Are you even listening?!"
'The fox can talk?!' Were the collective thoughts of every Snow Elf in the chamber.
"Aww, he's such a cute and lovely looking fox! Naruto, where did you get him? I want one too! Even Vyrzhina wants one. Just look at her" Kurama didn't know what hit him. One second, Celevena and Vyrzhina were looking at him with wide, sparkling eyes, the other second they both pounced on him and started petting him. Naruto just looked on in amusement, Kurama certainly did seem to be enjoying the attention he was getting.
"Naruto! Hel-"
"He's adorable! I could just pet them for all my life... He can even speak!"
"I wouldn't mind taking him with us back to Mithril. We can even find a place for him in my own quarters. You'll absolutely love the Mage Tower, little fox."
'Hahaha! Look at him, the mighty Kurama reduced to a household fox! I'll certainly hold this over him for all eternity, hehe..' Seems like Dark Naruto was currently enjoying himself while gazing at Kurama who was currently getting suffocated in between the bountiful chests of both women.
'That is one thing I can agree on..'
"If you two are quite done, we have more pressing matters that need our attention." This time it was Vyrthur who snapped the two woman out of their own world in which they gave Kurama, the utterly adorable fox, every bit of their attention.
'Those women will be the death of me!'
While everyone had their attention turned towards the two blushing and embarrassed women, Setsuna had discreetly arrived in the chamber. She stuck to the shadows, almost no one had noticed her except for Naruto himself. In spite of this, he had not deemed it necessary to reveal her presence just yet. He must have done it to provide her some time to observe the new arrivals and allow her to get comfortable before she revealed herself. She had just gotten back from her training. As of now, she was skimming through the memories of Uchiha Madara. The legendary Uchiha had a much larger repertoire of techniques, both destructive and subtle. The three techniques that stuck out from the rest were Great Fire Annihilation, Limbo: Border Jail, and Heavenly Obstacle Quaking Star. These were just some of the more destructive techniques that had caught her eye. In the coming weeks, she would master these techniques. Naruto might not show much of his power, but she would definitely remind everyone that they were the top dogs in this world now.
Stepping out of the shadows, she moved behind Naruto without making a sound. Clearing her tongue, she managed to snatch everyone's attention.
"It seems we're all enjoying ourselves, aren't we?" The Snow Elves tensed up. They hadn't even sensed her presence until she was standing right behind Naruto. Standing besides Naruto, everyone could see the difference between them. There was a clear contrast between them. While Naruto was like a shining sun, she was much more like an ethereal moon hanging in the night sky. Regardless of this, they both looked very comfortable in each others presense.
"I knew you'd be here somewhere. Should've revealed yourself sooner, Setsuna."
"Hn."
"Uh well, may I introduce you to Uchiha Setsuna, my third and final companion..." The introduction was done in a very awkward manner which left an uneasy silence hanging in the chamber. Nevertheless, Ardawen the old Librarian, stepped up to the task of getting the conversation on track.
"Ah well, it is nice to finally meet you, young one. Naruto has talked quite a lot about you" 'Way to go, idiot...' "Since we're all finally gathered here, why don't we get to the main reason for this gathering. Naruto, if you may.."
Being aware of the fact that the time for idle chit-chat was over, Naruto started to inform everyone of his plans.
"The Free Folk are already on their way to meet with the Nights Watch at Craster's Keep. I have multiple clones that are disguised as both rangers and wildlings scouting out and reporting their progress to me. The meeting will commence in about an hour or so. We'll be crashing this little party. From there on, I will negotiate with both sides with the help of Ardawen and the Snow Prince."
"How do you intend to 'crash' this party, idiot?"
"Don't worry, dear Setsuna. I've got a plan for that too." With a mischievous smile, Naruto glanced towards Kurama who by that time had climbed onto Naruto's head.
"Hmph. Whatever you are thinking, if it's badass and makes me look good, I'm in!"
"That's what I was hoping for."
"Naruto..." When everybody turned towards Brynden, he continued to speak.
"If you are truly going to battle the Night's King then you will need to know more about him. You'll need to be aware of what really happened to the Night's King and what was the true purpose of the Night's Watch."
"Indeed, the tale of the Night's King has been twisted overtime and now is completely different from the real deal, young one. There are a couple of old tomes sealed deep within the Great Library. They're written by Archmage Fandeal. He had survived the Long Night and played a part in the defeat of the Night's King. Only a Head Librarian or Archmage is allowed access to those tomes. I can bring them here for you all to study." This time it was Ardawen who chimed in with an informative tone.
"Wait the Night's Watch has another secret purpose?"
"Why, it was establish by the Night's King actually. It's truer purpose will be much more clearer to you once you get to know the real story of the Night's King."
"We will definitely discuss this after we come back from the meeting, old man."
"As you wish, young one."
Craster's Keep, Beyond the Wall:
The Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, Jeor Mormont was just preparing his equipment before he went to meet Mance. The meeting point was just a few minutes away, under a weirwood tree. Qhorin was already there, as far as he knew. A ranger had hurried back to the Keep in order to inform him of the development. Mance had accepted the offer to talk without much hassle. Jeor just hoped that nothing went wrong with the negotiations, but knowing the bad luck that seems to follow the Night's Watch around, something will happen. It'll be a pain in the arse to deal with. He needed to find a new Lord Commander to lead the Night's Watch properly. He was getting old and sooner or later, he'd drop dead.
Fastening his cloak one more time, Jeor moved out of the Keep. Shouting out to the rest of the rangers, he started to make his way towards the meeting point. Horses were no good in this kind of heavy snow. They'll have to walk the distance on foot while leaving the horses behind at the Keep.
"Benjen! With me lad!"
"What seems to be the matter, Lord Commander?"
"If the negotiations don't go as planned, I need you to escape from there and retreat to the Wall to warn your brother about an imminent attack. Understand?"
"Aye, but what about you? The Night's Watch would need it's Lord Commander to lead them in such dire times. You can't just throw you life away."
"I know, but I'm getting old. There needs to be a younger Commander that can lead the Watch. If I die, you'll be in temporary command until a new Lord Commander is chosen."
"I don't agree with this but I understand..."
"Good, now prepare yourself First Ranger! We're either marching to our deaths or a better chance at victory."
With that, the Lord Commander and First Ranger of the Watch led the rest of the black brothers through the forest. The land beyond the Wall was filled with an ominous presence. A sign that the Long Winter wasn't too far away. The sooner they get out of here, the better.
Twenty minutes later, Lord Commander Mormont could see the weirwood tree. The heavy snowfall prevented him from getting a clearer view but vague outlines of heavily clothed figures could be seen. Reaching the weirwood tree, the Lord Commander greeted Qhorin first while the rangers took up their posts behind the Lord Commander. The wildlings were standing behind Mance while scrutinizing the crows.
"Lord Commander Jeor Mormont, It's been too long since I last saw you."
"Cut the small talk, Mance. You know why I'm here."
"Aye, I'm aware of that. It's strange that your letting us pass so easily. We ain't gonna be ambushed at the Wall, are we?"
"No, you have my word, though you and your wildlings will be required to fight with us against the White Walkers. In return, we will let your folks settle down behind the Wall. They'll be no raiding or pillaging though. Your men will be put down if they even think about it."
"Don't worry, we'll stick to our promise unlike you lot down south but we ain't gonna bow down to your king or-" Mance would have continued talking if it weren't for the ground suddenly trembling like a leaf. Another earthquake?! Had the Others arrived to kill them all? The rumbling of the ground got even bigger until everyone started to lose their balance. They had already drawn their weapons and were looking around frantically in order to pinpoint the source of the earthquake, although in the back of their mind it was clear that they wouldn't be able to do much against a force like this.
The Old Bear turned his gaze towards the north from where the Free Folks had come. Did the White Walkers follow them down here? No, that couldn't be it. In the distance, he could see a small speck of... bright flames?
'I'm getting too old for this nonsense...'
The speck started to grow bigger and bigger as it came closer. Upon further notice it seemed like the flaming.. thing.. was accompanied by six other fast moving projectiles. Although, it looked like they were spewing out wisps of ice instead of fire. Just then, a wildling cried out
"Oi, the bloody fuck is that?!"
"Don't know and don't want to know!"
"Lord Commander, it looks like a fox. The others look like wolves, Direwolves to be exact."
"Thank you for identifying that Benjen, even if they're coming to possibly kill us, you sure like to flaunt around that knowledge of yours."
"Ehehe, thank you Lord Commander. I'll see to it that I use my 'vast' knowledge in front of possible enemies."
"Aye, you do that while I try to kill them."
The seven mysterious riders approached much faster than anticipated. Noticing that the rumbling was coming to an end, Jeor turned his eyes towards the riders.
And what a sight it was. A majestic yet intimidating looking fox stood just a few feet from both parties. Nine tails, all of them on fire. It's crimson fur looked soft to touch. The paws of the fox were also set aflame while it breathed fire through it's mouth and smoke through it's nostrils. Just like a dragon in the stories told by old nans and mothers. It was certainly bigger than a fully grown horse. Mounted on the fox was a young man who was also wreathed in golden flames with black symbols and strange drawings appearing on his body. His crimson slit eyes looked directly at him and Mance. Piercing through them, judging their souls and their worth. Behind him were his companions. All of them were mounted on fearsome yet elegant looking snow white direwolves. Wisps of crystal blue ice emerged from the bodies of these predators. None of them were smaller than the size of a full grown horse, yet none could match up to the fox either. Each of them looked ready to pounce on anyone who made a wrong move. Were they enemies? Or allies? Jeor didn't know but he would be damned if he let this situation get out of control.
Like a thick coat of honey, the silence stuck to each one of them. No one dared to move from their place. The only sound that could be heard was the panting of the wolves and the growling of the fox. Jeor could hear his own rapid heartbeat. Exchanging glances with Mance, they both silently agreed that whatever happened, they would have to unite against this mysterious golden warrior.
Gulping down his saliva silently, Jeor readied himself for the upcoming conversation. Cold sweat was running down his forhead. The fox gave off enough heat to melt all the snow around the area and turn it into crystal clear water. None of the direwolves looked like they were affected by the heat though.
Meanwhile, Naruto put his childish thoughts, on how he looked completely badass, aside. This was it. The situation could turn either way from now on. Raising his arm, he pointed his index finger towards supposed Lord Commander. Gathering his thoughts, Naruto spoke up in a deep voice that was the result of circulating the raw chakra of Kurama through him.
'Show them who's boss, king! This is getting really exciting. I can just taste their fear, even when I'm in your mind!"
"You, are you Lord Commander Mormont?" The voice had the predicted affect. The rangers and wildlings alike trembled upon hearing the deep and guttural voice.
With trepidation in his heart and soul, Jeor decided to reply.
"Aye, I am. Who are you, stranger? How do you know me?"
"I know a lot of things about you, Lord Commander. Facts that even you may not know. However, I am not here for idle chit-chat. It has come to my knowledge that you and your allies require support to deal with the Others?"
Grudgingly, the Old Bear decided to answer the warrior. He didn't like the fact that this unknown magical warrior that had appeared out of nowhere, knew his identity.
"Yes, we do require support. The Others have already shown their might before. Everyone beyond the Wall must have seen the giant explosion, I assume. What other being can do something like that except for the Others?"
"You seem to count on the fact that the Others are the ultimate force of destruction in this world."
"And they are. What else could be lurking in the shadows that we don't know about?"
"A lot of things that men don't know about, Commander. Even you, King beyond the Wall."
"Aye, I'll agree to that. I never said that I knew everything that went on beyond the Wall. Another thing, I ain't no king, lad"
"Hm, I'll keep that in mind. Anyway, despite what you think, Lord Commander, there are much more powerful forces that can help you combat the Others."
By the time Naruto finished his statement, the shadows around them started to converge on each other. Piling on top of one another, they formed a pitch black figure which started to move towards the group of rangers. This caused them to freak out and back away quickly. Stumbling and stepping onto each other, the rangers watch with wide, terrified eyes as the figure gained colours and turned into a man. Lazily smirking at the frightened crows, Shikamaru started making his way towards Naruto when all of a sudden, the minuscule amount of sunlight was blocked by something huge.
'What is it now?! First White Walkers and now this!'
Flying above the clearing was a huge demonic figure. Seemingly made out of purple flames, it had gigantic wings attached to it's back. Along with that, it carried a sword and a bow that looked like a giant shield. Even a fully grown Giant would be appear to be a dwarf in front of this figure. Rapidly descending from the sky, it crashed down with a huge bang near the clearing, resulting in another minor earthquake.
"Alright! I get the point, you're much more powerful than you appear. But the question still stands, why have you come to help us?"
Cutting off Kurama's chakra, Naruto returned to his original appearance. Jumping down from the fox, he walked towards the Lord Commander and King beyond the Wall. On the other hand, the demonic figure which was Setsuna's Susanoo, suddenly disappeared.
From the direction of the recently dispersed Susanoo, came Setsuna. The rangers and wildling alike were stunned by the fact that this women was the demonic figure, or atleast controlled the demonic warrior. Completely ignoring the rangers and wildlings who couldn't stop staring at her, she went to stand besides Naruto and Shikamaru.
"Well, seems like we're all here! Lets get down to introductions. My name is Naruto Uzumaki. My two companions are Shikamaru Nara and Setsuna Uchiha. These fellows behind me are the representatives of the Snow Elves."
The mention of Snow Elves caused murmurs to spread across the clearing
"Snow Elves? I thought they were just fantasy.."
"So that's why they have pointy ears, Tormund?"
"Yes, now shut up lass."
"Hah, look at those fine women. Wouldn't mind having one of them as a wife for me self!"
"Are you dumb? Don't go shouting around about them! Don't you remember that black haired beauty turning into that giant warrior?"
"Bet the others have something up their sleeves too."
Seeing Setsuna rolling her eyes once she heard about her turning into a demonic warrior, Naruto decided that amusement could be found some other time.
"Uhm, if we can get back to the point..."
"Aye, from what I've seen lad, you've got yourself some neat powers and tricks. If ya don't mind, I'd like to know where you learned that type of magic."
"I was born with it. It's not simply magic, it's chakra. Something much greater and powerful than magic. I won't go into the lengthy explanation about it. It would be a waste of precious time."
"Very well, lad. But you didn't answer the Old Bear. Why'd you come to help us?"
"Naruto, allow me to explain to them."
"Sure, old man... Go right ahead."
Clearing his through, Ardawen stepped forward to address the various men situated around them.
"It is a great pleasure to finally meet the race of men once more, young ones. I am Head Librarian Ardawen and with me is the Snow Prince Celewe, Leader of the Snow Elves."
"Greetings to you all..."
"As I was saying, we're here to represent the Snow Elves. We are aware that the Others are coming in order to bring yet another Long Night upon us. We had once foolishly tried to tackle the Others by ourselves. Even though we had exhausted ourselves through constantly battling against the forces of the First Men, your ancestors. We were eventually driven out of our homeland, the Land of Always Winter, and were forced to seek refuge in the mountain range that you call Frostfangs."
"Hang on a second, the Snow Elves were always present in the Frostfangs?"
"Yes, young one. Long before you came with your army. We had already built cities in the mountains and warded them off from any outside force. Until Naruto came, we had never been detected."
"This is all well and good, but why have you come to stand with us when you had warred with our ancestors. On top of that, how can I believe that you had lived in the Land of Always Winter. It's uninhabitable for anyone."
"That is what you perceive it to be. Our homeland was once filled with some of the greatest wonders of this world. It was very much inhabitable at the time. The defeat and loss of our own homeland has humbled us greatly. In time, we had come to realize that we could not hope to defeat the Others by ourselves. In order to do that we would need to unite with Men and the Children of the Forest. Together we can triumph over the forces of winter."
"We'll need all the support we can get. What will you bring to the table if we ally ourselves with you?"
"Resources, untapped and untouched. Anything you need. Weapons and armour, armies of Snow Elves equipped with what you call Dragonglass. Dragonglass itself is obsidian, usually found near volcanoes, but with our and the dwarves crafting techniques we can make dragonglass en masse."
"Dragonglass? Aye, we'll need weapons made out of dragonglass if we're to kill those white walkers."
Looks like Mance wanted to welcome the Snow Elves into the fold while the Old Bear still pondered on their offer.
"Oh and just so you guys know, it wasn't actually white walkers who caused the explosion near the Fist of the First Men.. ehehe, it was actually me. Kinda got excited when dealing with an army of undead, 'ttebayo." Naruto hoped that this would be enough for Lord Commander Mormont to ally himself with them. By the widening of everyone's eyes, he guessed that they hadn't expected him of all people to have actually caused the explosion.
'C'mon! Didn't I look like an awesome warrior when I arrived?! Maybe they need a demonstration...'
'Yes! A demonstration is exactly what they need to see! Show them your power, king!'
Seeing the incredulous looks he was receiving, he decided to just show off his power to them.
"Fine, if you don't believe me than watch this, 'ttebayo!"
Forming a Mini-Rasenshuriken, Naruto stared at the Lord Commander who was forced to cover his face with his hands due to the sudden increase in the pressure and speed of the air around them. The others were fairing no better, even the Snow Elves.
"Don't blink, old bear!" Throwing the shuriken into the sky, Naruto glanced towards the wildlings and rangers to see their reaction. Upon reaching a specific distance, the shuriken blew up thus causing another huge explosion in the sky. The pressure of the oncoming winds was so great that a few trees were actually torn from their roots and got swept away. Fortunately, no one was hit by those trees. Smiling a megawatt smile, Naruto looked around the clearing. Everyone except for the shinobis was left shell-shocked by the experience and was forced to lay down on the ground lest something struck them.
"So.. do you believe in me now?"
"There's no arguing against something like that. I believe in ya, so do the others. Come with me to Craster's Keep, we'll discuss further details over campfire."
"Let my daughter just set up the necessary runes to keep out any undead from the area..."
"There's no need, old man. A few clones of mine already set up seals around the area. No undead can come near us."
"Tormund, alert the rest of the folks. We're moving further ahead."
"Naruto, you gotta teach me how to do that! Please!"
"Celevena... not again, little sister..."
"This is going to be another long evening, isn't it brother?"
"Well,I suppose you can say that, Gelebor. But look on the bright side, atleast Celevena isn't teasing you anymore."
"I suppose I can count myself lucky then.."
The party started to make it's way towards Craster's Keep while Kurama led the wolves behind them. 'Look at me, the leader of a pack of wolves. I am just too awesome...' Although everyone was relaxed for now, none of them had forgotten about the threat that they would have to face in the upcoming weeks. On the other hand, Kurama was currently thinking about Naruto and his idea on creating an empire. Personally, he had seen a multitude of empires rise and fall during his very very long immortal life. Once the Night's King was dealt with, Kurama would have to teach his blond container a few lessons on how to create and run an empire of his own. Furthermore, he'll have to inform Naruto about the other threat that resided in the far south. The Shadowlands as Brynden had called them. There was a huge amount of negative energy in the area which also spreading towards the north. The energy seemed to be identical to that of the Others yet much more potent at the same time.
Land of Always Winter, Beyond the Wall:
The Night's King was currently standing on a raised platform made of ice. His twelve companions standing dutifully behind him. In front of him were his armies of undead. He had resurrected a great deal of Men and Elves alike in the past millenniums. Now his armies seemed to be endless, and they were. He would march towards the south very soon. First, he would blow that blasted Wall sky high. He could sense the Boltons stationed in the Nightfort. His insane and idiotic descendants from his elder son. The one who had escaped and established House Bolton because of jealousy towards his true heir, Brandon the Builder of House Stark. The Nightfort was his former seat of power. There was a lot of lingering magical energy in and around the fortress that he could utilize. The pests wouldn't know what hit them once he was done manipulating that Bolton bastard named Ramsay. The boy was so easy to bend to his will. He certainly did have a cruel and twisted mind. Once his task was done, he would be of no use though.
The Night's King always had a plan. He had learned his lesson when he went to confront the Great Other. He had to sacrifice his humanity in order to survive when the Others came after him. Now, it was time to exact revenge from Jyggylag and the descendants of the traitors!
Done!
Naruto crashed the meeting while sitting on a flaming fox :D Originally I wanted to see him on a fiery horse but I thought that Kurama would be a much better alternative. Shikamaru and Setsuna will get their own familiars/pets/partners soon.
This takes us to the start of season 1 and as you can already see, some events have already changed from the canon. Jon isn't dead, Ned is at the Wall. Robert prepares to gather the armies of the Seven Kingdoms and march north.
Just out of sheer curiosity, can anyone tell me if Naruto has actually killed a person with his own two hands in canon?
I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter, sorry for the delay but updates cannot always be consistent.
Peace, I'm out!
