Chapter 6: The Demon's Rose

6 years ago...

The breeze was suprisingly warm, footsteps were heard rusling through the Summer leaves as the hooves of horses marched through the forest.

"Come on Cregan!" the childish voice of a girl was heard as the boy followed her.

"Wait up" Cregan struggled to follow the girl as her horse was much faster.
"Margaery, wait up!" he tried to call the girl back as she escaped his sight leaving him alone.

As Margaery continued to gallop through the forest, her long brown hair was flowing as much as the air could make it. She continued to ride through the trees before noticing some strange figure in the distance, "Cregan?" she whispered not sure on who it was, she slowly approached the area where she saw the figure being carefull not to get to close. Suddenly, before she could even react, a spike was lodged in her horses skull sending her flying and hitting her head, her vision became blurry as she could fell blood dripping from her forehead.

"What do we have here?" a man in brown leather approached Margaery who was still struggling to get up.

"She's a pretty one now is she?" another man wearing the same uniform spoke.

"Wha-Where-Who are you" Margaery could barely speak much less stand, her vision was still blurry making it hard for her to see their faces.

"Oh don't worry we're gonna take good care of you dear." as he said that Margaery could see the man reaching his arm.
"Wait what ar-" Margaery felt a hand seeping down her dress as maniacel laughs were heard around her.

"No... stop..." she tried to shove the man away from her as well as kicking him in the groin but it only made the man laugh.

"We've got a fighter here" he started unbotening his pants, Margaery became desperate, her face mixed with blood and tears as the man ripped away her dress.

She couldn't do anything, the more she screamed and struggled the more pain she was in, she closed her eyes as her tears were flowing down her cheeks, she expected to be dead but suddenly, everything stopped. No more laughing, no more pain, all she could fell is blood dripping on her face.

"HOLY SHIT!" one of the men screamed out, Margaery opened her eyes revealing the man who was on her with an arrow in his skull.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT" she heard another man speak but she couldn't see anything with her vision still being blurry. "Get away from her" Margaery heard a voice that was barely above a whisper but she recognised it.

'Cregan' she thought while cradling herself in a fetal position desperately trying to cover herself.

She heard screams of rage as the bandits attacked Cregan swinging their axes and maces. Cregan spun around slicing the necks of the bandits, he grabbed one of the axes and plunged it into another man's skull. His dagger was lodged into one of the bandits throat before pulling it out and continued to carve his way through the bandits to Margaery. As she regained her vision she saw Cregan holding both an axe and a dagger in a field of bloodied and mutilated corpses, some of them were missing heads, some of them were missing limbs, some of them were straight out cut in half, in the middle of the field was Cregan completely covered in blood still fighting the remainder of the men. His face was stone-cold not potraying any emotions at all. As more men fell to his blade Margaery was still in shock and refused to move an inch, Cregan lodged an axe into the last mans stomach before cutting off every single limb he had and finnally decapitating him.

Cregan was exhausted, his entire body covered with blood, the sight itself was enough to horrify even the bravest of men, but the thing that shocked Margaery most of all was the expression on Cregan's face. Nothing about his expression was human, his skin and face were completely dripping with blood as well as the top half of his clothes being a marbled red color. However, Cregan's eyes were the only things Margaery could focus on, a blood red tint in his eyes shined as Cregan's pupils shined with a special glow that Margaery could only think of as the look of a monster.

He instantly snapped from his thoughts when he looked at Margaery and ran towards her, when he tried to place his hand on her shoulder Margaery screamed and instantly tried to shove him away "Margaery, MARGAERY!, It's me Cregan" Margaery opened her eyes to see Cregan standing over her, she jumped towards him and gave him a hug.

"They- They- tried to..." tears were running profusely down her cheeks as she tried to explain.

"Shh it's okay... it's okay I'm here for you". He wrapped his cloak around Margaery to conceal her half-naked body.

Margaery was crying on his shoulder as Cregan was desperately trying to console her. There was nothing else that she could think of doing at this moment but right now Margaery couldn't help but feel safe in Cregan's arms. "It's alright..." Cregan kept repeating those words to her as all Margaery did was continue to shed tears.

"Seven hells!" a voice was heard coming from some direction, It was Willas, Garlan and Loras accompanied by some twenty Tyrell guardsmen, at first they were paying attention to the bloodied corpses until noticing the two children sitting in the middle. They were all being followed up by Tyrell soldiers who seemed to have the same expression as the main Tyrell children.

"CREGAN, MARGAERY!" Garlan shouted before dismounting his horse and running towards his sister with his brothers following suit.

"What happened here?" Loras asked the two children but none of them answered.

After a few moments of silence Cregan finally spoke up with Margaery still crying on his shoulder. "Loras I'll explain everything but right now we need to get Margaery to the Maester" with that they all agreed and decided to leave emediatly without asking any questions but when one of the guards tried to take Margaery's hand she emediatly screamed out in terror and ran back to Cregan. "It's okay Margaery you can ride with me" he tried to calm the poor girl down.

On the way back to Highgarden Cregan explained everything to Margaery's brothers but when they asked him what happened to the bandits he said nothing and looked forward, although they didn't want to believe it, they had to assume that Cregan was the one that slaughtered them.

Back in Highgarden everyone was shocked to hear the news. Margaery's grandmother, Ollena 'The queen of Thorns' Tyrell, was furious, demanding to know who the culprits were but when she found out that Cregan slaughtered every single one of them. "Margaery, oh sweetie are you alright?" Ollena barged into the room screaming, her voice filled with concern.

"She's fine my lady, besides a hit to the head nothing seems to be damaged." the maester tried to calm the woman down as he continued "Although I suspect that wouldn't be the case were it not for our little wolfs brave actions." he pointed towards Cregan who was laying on the bed by Margaery's side still trying to comfort her.

Ollena's face turned from fear to relief as she saw her grandaughter peacefully asleep, her wounds were bandaged and she was given a new dress. "Cregan, tell me the truth, what happened to my Margaery?" she looked directly into his eyes to see if his words were going to be lies.

"We were riding through the forests, but she rode to fast and left without me, bandits attacked her and almost raped her..." Cregan spoke in a completely drowned and monotone voice.

"What happened Cregan?" Ollena made him get to the point.

"Before they could rape her... I killed them" her eyes widened, shocked at the news that a ten year old boy could kill off around fifty men from what the reports said.

"Lady Ollena I think Margaery needs some rest." the maester snapped her from her thoughts.

"Very well then, come Cregan we should-" before Ollena could finish talking she was interrupted by Margaery.

"NO!" before she could finish her sentence Margaery screamed out and squezed Cregan's arm making him stop getting up "Cregan, please stay" she whimpered to him begging him to stay by her side. Those were the first words she spoke since she entered Highgarden, during that time she didn't leave Cregan's side not once.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere" Cregan's voice was soft trying to console the scared girl. Ollena knew that she couldn't pry Cregan from Margaery so she quietly left the room as the two slowly fell asleep.

In the following weeks they learned that the bandits that attacked Margaery were actually Tarly men who were off watch and mistook her for some random peasant girl. When Randell Tarly came asking for justice Lady Ollena spoke no words she only pointed towards Margaery who was refusing to go anywhere without Cregan, still in shock. Randell's shouts turned silent immediately after seeing the poor girl, but then he saw Cregan.

"So you're the one that killed my men" Cregan's eyes were like daggers matching Randell's.

"Aye, I am." his tone was menacing as if to almost intimidate the lord.

"Are you going to take responsibility for your actions, boy?" Randyll asked him in a menacing tone.
"As far as I see it, your men are the only ones that commited any crimes" Cregan responded.

Cregan looked towards Margaery who didn't even speak up, refusing to make eye contact with Lord Tarly. "I will forgive the actions of your men this time Lord Tarly, but know this..." his eyes narrowed to focus on him and just him "If I see you or your men touch Margaery ever again, I will, destroy you and your entire fucking family". Although he did not want to admit it, Lord Tarly was extremely intimidated by the boys words but before he could embarass himself even more he stormed out the main hall.

If he could not get his "justice" he will get his own form of revenge.

Soon word spread throughout the entirity of the South about the young Stark boy that viciously slaughtered fifty Tarly men. A demon who maimes and cripples anyone in his path, a killer without mercy, the bane of the South. With wolf-like eyes and and the horns of a demon.

And so he was named The Demon of The North.

Note:

Alright so not much rewriting here, just some formatting and the only real big thing I added was writting Cregan's expression and how he looked at the end of the battle. HOWEVER, there is something else that I need to adress:

Now for most people this is the turning point (barring like chapter 32 or something like that) in this story. The main reason for it being that this is the first time I show off how ridiculously overpowered Cregan is and well I guess that doesn't just fit well with some people who want a super realistic story about characters who live in a world with giants, dragons, blood magic, magical swords, THE CLOSEST THING TO A GODDAMN MEDIEVAL LIGHTSABER YOU ARE GOING TO GET, ice zombies and giant ice spiders.

BUT, before anyone can just go and leave a review saying how "Oh how the fuck can a 10 year old kill like 50 armed soldiers?" now your argument is invalid because I have explained the whole reason in the story so I can immediately shut you down BITCH!

Oh and I guess I could also use the argument that it's my goddamn story and I'll do whatever the fuck I want with it but you know... eh?