Olyvar Frey rode up the slope leading to Casterly Rock, his right hand firmly placed around his sword handle. Thunder exploded in the skies above him and rain begin to fall, it felt cold and irritating on his exposed hands. Behind him the sound of thousands of horse hoofs filled the air, the Karstark soldiers rode confidently behind him. His hand gripped tighter on his weapon handle as a guard approached him, he closed his eye to think about what he was going to do but it's already too late.
"What are you doing here Northman?" the guard asked.
"I have been asked by the King in the North to seek out a man called Thoros of Myr." he replied.
"Never heard of him, and why do you have all these men with you?" the guard said with his eyes narrowed.
Olyvar didn't reply but drew out his sword and swiftly beheaded the guard, he watched as the guard's lifeless corpse fell to the ground, his head rolled down the slope passing through most of the men.
"Leave no survivors." he ordered quietly. The soldiers drew out their swords and urged their horses forward and galloped passed him to storm the city.
With each Lannister he killed Olyvar felt more and more of the lightness that had once ruled over his heart dieappear, like sand in a sieve. He killed not only the guards but the elderly, women and the children as well, he watched as the Karstark soldiers burn and commit all sorts of atrocities on the population. He strode down the bloodied streets almost casually cutting down every single Lannister or civilian he see, he felt no remorse, his king gave him an order and it must be fulfilled.
Olyvar accompanied by a few soldiers kicked down the door leading to the castle, the soldiers ran to every single room while he walked towards the end of the hallway with ten soldiers flanking his side. He walked through the archway that led to the library, in it he found several children and a few injured guards huddled in a corner, in front of them stood the famed Kingslayer, Jaime Lannister. Jaime noticed the soldiers approaching and charged forward swinging his sword wildly, all ten soldiers fell down in seconds.
Olyvar watched as though he had just simply spilled a drink, he looked at Jaime with fury in his eyes as he leap down, landing a few feet in front of him.
"You!" Jaime cried "How could you attack our home after the peace treaty my brother signed."
"I'm here for Thoros but your men didn't want to hand him over to me."
"You could have just asked to speak with me or my brother, you didn't have to burn and slaughter the people! There is still time, you can order your men to stop and we will hand you Thoros!" Jaime begged.
"It's too late! All of you deserve to die, the young, the women and the old!" Olyvar yelled his sword pointing at Jaime.
"Listen to yourself! You're not the young boy I saw during the peace talk-"
"Enough!" Olyvar cut the Kingslayer off as he readied his blade "You stand between me and the dungeons." he added.
"I will not let you pass!" Jaime said taking a defensive stance.
"Go on, I would have killed you anyway!"
Olyvar ran forward dodging Jaime's first attack, and to demonstrate his seriousness to the Kingslayer he lifted a cowering boy, no older than ten and sliced the boy's neck ending his life. Jaime's eyes narrowed as he launched himself on Olyvar, his attack were so fast that the squire barely have time to parry. One of the boy's friend bent down and placed a hand on his friend's forehead, a tear escaped his eye as he backed away with the other children to avoid being the next victim.
Jaime Lannister had a stony look of pain and anger on his face as he dueled Olyvar, he had met the boy twice, the first time was when Robb captured him, and the second time was the peace talk when Olyvar was only eleven, it would pain him greatly to end the squire's life.
Jaime ducked as Olyvar took a well aimed swiped for his head, Olyvar jumped back but not before Jaime's sword nicked his leg, creating a line on his thigh. Olyvar delivered a hard kick to the Kingslayer's stomach, causing him to stumble backwards and fell to the floor, Olyvar came at him to deliver the final killing blow.
Jaime was quick enough to recover and quickly stood up, and threw some books at Olyvar, one lucky enough to hit him on his right eye. The squire fell to the ground clutching his right eye in pain, the children watched as Jaime Lannister walked slowly towards him.
As the Kingslayer walked closer to him, Olyvar recovered and plunged his sword through the surprised Jaime chest, blood spluttered out of the wound seconds later, he dropped his sword and knelt on the ground with blood dripping on the floor profusely, his vision started to blur as he fell backwards landing on the ground with a thud. The children gasped and the guards struggled to stand, as Olyvar gave them a hateful look, he walked towards them, his hand gripping his weapon tightly.
At the dining room, a last group of Lannister guards made their stand protecting their youngest lord, Tommen Lannister, they covered him with shields blocking the volley of arrows fired from the Karstarks. Olyvar stood on the balcony watching, as he ordered the archers to stop, he leaped from the balcony and landed near the Lannisters and fought them solo.
One by one the Lannisters fell to the blade of Olyvar Frey, he sliced thru them as if he was cutting a gigantic butter until all the Lannisters were slain except the young lord. Tommen looked up at Olyvar with fear in his eyes as the squire lifted up his sword and without thinking brought it down.
Meanwhile back at Winterfell, Jon felt something pain in his heart, it was only the second day after his father confined him to his room but he felt that this was important. He quietly opened the door and knocked the two guards positioned outside unconscious before making his way to the great hall, he slipped pass a few more guards and finally reached the door leading to the great hall.
"And where do you think you're going?" a voice said behind him.
Jon froze and slowly turned around "Uncle Bran! I need to find my father! I will take full responsibility for escaping just let me go!" he pleaded.
"I can't, if I do, your father will have my head." Bran said and grabbed Jon by his arm.
"No!" Jon yelled and kicked his uncle in the nuts before running away.
"Guards! Get after him!" Bran ordered as he recovered from Jon's surprised attack.
Jon ran as fast as he could but then stopped at the stairs, he remembered that once he got into trouble the guards will always bring him to his father. He surrendered peacefully when the guards finally caught up to him. "You're in a lot of trouble young man." Bran said when the guards marched passed him.
"I know but it's worth it!" Jon yelled back.
"Jon, care to explain why you knocked out two guards, kicked Bran in the nuts?" Robb asked as the guards left Jon in his care after explaining what he did.
"Father, I'll take full responsibility for the crimes I committed and I will also accept whatever punishments you give me. But the reason why I escaped from my chambers is because I wanted to tell you that something is happening in the South, I felt a lot of death and darkness coming from your squire." Jon said, his eye looking at his feet.
"And how are you able to feel all these things?" Robb asked.
"I don't know, but I had it after I entered the crypts and saw Uncle Jon's name." Jon answered feeling a but awkward in saying his name even tough he knew that 'Jon' wasn't him.
"That can only mean one thing, you have just seen a vision, just like my brother Bran. Whenever he felt pain at his heart, there was something evil happening at the exact same time." Robb said in shock as he stood up "Death and darkness, in the South...my squire?" he repeated.
"Rodrick!" Robb yelled as the master at arms ran in the great hall "Assemble the men, we're going to Casterly Rock!" he ordered.
"And what about me?" Jon asked looking up.
"I'm sure you know the way to the dungeons." Robb answered with a smirk before walking out of the great hall leaving young Jon standing in the center.
'The dungeons! Just great, you got yourself into this Jon Stark!' Jon scolded himself as he marched his way towards the dungeons, he stopped a few feet away from the door as he saw his aunt Arya talking with his Uncle Rickon. 'Fuck! May as well get this over with!' he said to himself as he bravely walked over.
"Well, well, look who I found heading for the dungeons." Rickon said folding his arms.
"Stop teasing him Rick, I'm sure his heading for the armory or something." Arya scolded his brother.
"Don't scold Uncle Rickon, he's right, I'm heading to the dungeons to spend the night there." Jon said and before Arya could answer "You want to know what I did? Okay, I knocked two guards outside my room unconscious and I kicked Uncle Bran right in the nuts." he added before opening the door and slamming it shut.
"Wow." Rickon said "He sure does behave like his father." he added.
"Aye, like father like son." Arya said as they both looked at the door and laughed while their direwolves looked at each other confused.
Will Robb Stark reach Casterly Rock in time to stop the madness? What will it take to reason with Olyvar Frey? Or will there be a civil war between Olyvar's forces and Robb's? Find out in the next chapter.