The servants are easy to read, I see it in their faces during my walk through the halls of Winterfell fear, with a mix of reverence it's the kind you only see when people don't know if they should run for protection or worship the ground you walk on. It's morning now and I can't keep myself in those rooms waiting to be called to the Starks, but it's good in the light of day I can see what needs to be done, first and foremost the broken tower needs to be fixed, and the first keep needs repair as well, the men need better armor, the small folk while not in the worst shape given the 14th century feel, need better medicine and proper hygiene etiquette. These are small things that are easily controlled, what I can't control are the actions others may take in opposition of me. Like the Lannisters, or perhaps the Tyrells. I get a shiver down my back just thinking about them, the ruffling of my wings attracts some of the workers in the court yard they look away quickly and scurry off to their duties.

I make my way to the main hall. The Lord of Winterfell should be listening to petitioners at this time, and it would be the perfect moment to make my intentions clear. As I clear the yard to the hall I run across the youngest Stark girl, Arya.

" Are you the star who fell from the sky?" she says bluntly. I laugh a little.

"Something like that Little Lady" I reply.

" I'm no lady when I get older I'm going to be a knight"

"And why can't you be both?" I asked bemused and very entertained with the wily little girl, she reminds me of Haruka, you could never put her in any particular box, you just have to let her run with the wind, and while the thought warms my heart it also breaks it just a bit.

"They'll never let me be both women don't become Knights"

"Said who?" and with a flash of light I instantly change from my gown changes to my armor. A giant broad sword strapped to my back almost the length of my entire body.

"Glory doesn't favor the meek Lady Arya and we as women have to work ten times harder for every achievement than our counterparts. History doesn't tell the tales of boring women we make our mark by being bold, we make it by challenging those who would diminish our flame, and we make it by being ourselves the entire time. There is nothing wrong with not wanting to be a Lady, but if you wish to bring honor to yourself and your family you will need to be both." I leave the wide eyed child as I continue into the great hall.

It's a pretty impressive space; tall stone block walls with little torches lining them, vaulted ceilings, tapestries of wolves running through a forest, tall narrow windows bringing in a bit of light but still keeping the room well lit, and at the end of the hall situated upon the slightly elevated platform is Lord Eddard Stark the Quiet Wolf of Winterfell he cuts and imposing figure dressed in all black with a light grey dire wolf sown onto the breast of his doublet, to his left stands his Lady Wife Catlyn Stark she seems to be cautious of my presence if the slight clenching of her eyes is any indication, standing at his right is his heir Lord Robb and to his right Little Lord Bran. Standing with the lords and among the small folk is Jon Snow the illegitimate son of the Lord of Winterfell. The daughters (one of which I passed as I entered) and the youngest Stark are not in attendance.

"I'm told by my son that your name is Serenity, welcome to Winterfell the ancient seat of the North" says the Lord.

"I have many names my Lord, Serenity will do fine though"

"and you have news of the God's?" he ask.

"I have that and more Lord Stark, but before I can go into detail about that I need you to gather your entire family and clear the hall, I'm sure you understand that all new is not for all ears" I state to him he seems to take me seriously because he calls for the missing three Starks and the small folk and attending Lords start to leave the hall, I see out of the corner of my eye Jon Snow is also making his way out of the hall a dejected look upon his face.

"Not you Jon Snow, I asked for the entire family" he looks surprised that I knew who he was and elated that someone was giving him the recognition as a Stark of Winterfell he makes his way to stand next to his half brother's, Lady Stark now has a full on scowl, I'm sure she doesn't like to be reminded that her husband had fathered a child that wasn't hers, but for her to take out her anger on a innocent child was unacceptable. She says nothing though I have to give it to the woman for her self control. Good thing it didn't turn into a long wait as the last few people we leaving the hall a maid brings in Rickon and passes him off to his mother and soon after both Sansa and Arya cross the threshold to the hall, the guards class the doors upon their entry Sansa on the side off Robb and Arya with Jon.

"first in spite of the reason I'm in your presence today I'd like to say it's an honor to meet you. We of the higher pantheon rarely interact with mortals, in these kinds of incidents."

"and why have decided to burden yourself upon our home, from wherever it is you've come from?" I have to take back my earlier complement the woman has no control what so ever. Her family's eyes all snap to her in astonishment and disbelief at the amount of disrespect she shows right off the bat.

"Cat-"

"its fine Lord Stark, I don't expect her to believe right away, but the God's do send their warnings even though they almost ignored your call for help." He looks shocked and a bit scared.

"Have I Fallen out of favor with my God's, Lady Serenity?" a pained expression crosses his grey eyes.

"Quite the opposite actually, Lord Stark, you are highly favored, and a place has been made for you in the afterlife with your ancestors waiting to dine in their halls" he looks a bit relieved at that. "but it's your Lady Wife Catlyn who has upset her God's enough to cause them to interfere with any help from the dark times that are to come upon the North" jaws drop and eyes turn to Catlyn, and she pales, all color leaving her face, until it floods red hot in anger.

"What kind of charlatan are you? I am a pious woman I pray to The Seven every day and live by their values"

"Are you telling me Lady Catlyn that you do not remember a wish you made to the seven in exchange for a promise of reformation of your character, and for an act that would make your family whole? For those actions alone would the Seven never again answer your families call for aid"

"what is she talking about Cat?" she turns her head away from the assembly of her family, and says nothing.

"Until she completes her promise I'm of very little use to you or the North" I say to him. Catlyn looks as if she's still reluctant to talk about her bargain with The Seven but her husband is having none of it a look at her let me know that they'll be talking about it later in the privacy of their own quarters.

"Until then I can only give you a glimpse of events soon to come." In a flash of light sailor Neptune's deep aqua mirror is in my hand I stretch my arm in front of me with the reflected side facing up, almost immediately scenes begin to project to them.

Bran laying in a bed covered in furs, family all around the maester at his bedside "he'll never walk again"

Ned on his knees in front of a chopping block, executioner to the left of him Sansa to the right of him being held by the gold cloaks of Kings Landing crying and screaming. "any last words Ned Stark traitor to the crown?" before he can even speak the scene changes.

Catlyn and Robb at what appears to be a wedding feast when the music changes to the feared Casterly Reigns and archers step onto the galley over head that surrounds the hall, and men they thought were allies pull out weapons against them.

Two small burnt bodies hanging from the gates of Winterfell while the staff cry out in anger about the murders of the two little Lordlings.

Jon Snow lying in a pool of blood a half a dozen knife wounds in his chest ragged breaths coming out of his mouth in an effort to get more air.

The last scene is of the Dire wolf banners coming down on Winterfell and a new one going up, but before they could see the sigil of the new house taking over the North I turn the mirror over stopping any more from traumatizing the family.

All of them are pale in fear, tears falling from all of the younger children's faces shock and anger from the two older boys, Lady Stark looks as if she's about to faint and Lord Stark looks solemn but his only word were "Winter is coming"

"This is just a fraction of the horror that is approaching, there are events that can't be revealed until your family has cleared up its debt to the God's. If you choose to not accept my help then it'll be as if I was never here your memories of me will be taken, and you will revert back to the path that doesn't include the interference of the Gods." I say voice even, serious, I do feel bad for them it's the whole reason I even decided to go on this crazy adventure but if I coddled them they would just end up in the same situations they weren't meant to play the game of thrones maybe Cat in her younger years but the North has made her soft, complacent and a danger to herself and her family as she bumbled through the realm for vengeance for one fallen son, Bran.

"I will be in my rooms until you make a decision" and that's all I could do for now.

Eddard Stark

The silence that follows Serenity's is deafening I look over to my wife and take in the fact that she's noticeably pale.

"Follow me" solemnly I walk to the side door of the great hall in an effort to get back to my solar. Words won't even come to me to filled with angst and sorrow my children, my wife, myself … dead all of us dead the North seized from the Starks, and the help we desperately need might be denied to us because of my own wife. All those visions Serenity showed our family. A pain started radiating in my chest I hadn't even noticed that we made it back to my solar until I was seated and my wife was standing before the ancient weir wood desk.

"Explain"

By the look on her face I knew she was going to try and find a way out of this conversation "Ned you can't possibly believe this wom-"

"I SAID EXPLAIN!" I roared and Caitlin flinched back, in all the years we've been married I have never raised my voice at my lady wife, but now time was of the essence and we didn't have enough for her to be skating about the issues.

Caitlin Stark

"When Jon fell I'll as a babe, and the maester said he was unlikely to recover, I was happy, there would be no bastard child to try and claim my sons birth right, and as soon as that thought passed through my mind I felt immediately ashamed of myself." I sighed in disappointment "he was just a babe and what kind of woman was I to wish his death when he had done me no wrong? So I prayed to the seven to save him, that if they did then I would take him as my own and ask you to have him legitimized, and as you know the child recovered as if by a miracle. And I just couldn't do the things I said I would. I ignored the Seven tricked myself into believing that he recovered on his own, and then carried on with my life."

The look in my husbands eyes held a disappointment that he carried often during the conversations about his bastard son and my lack of affection toward him. He would never forgive me for this for years I had been treating the boy as a thorn in my side, even tried to get our children to see him as less than them, even if the only one I succeeded with was Sansa.

"Cat what have you done?... even if I can get the king to legitimize Jon, you have ruined any chance of Jon seeing you as anything other than the spiteful woman you've portrayed yourself as for the last eighteen years. For years I've let you have your way because as the Lady of this castle I felt it your due to your anger, but to break promises to the Gods may they be old or new, is a travesty that very well may get this whole family killed." And with that he stood up and left his solar and me behind.