GREETINGS READERS! I've returned with a new chapter. I read you're comments and I fixed paragraphs and I hope you like it. :) Also there will be some of that Robb and Daenerys parts soon, but in this chapter you'll see the past, present, and future... Hope you like it! More chapters on the way. X

Robb:

He lost track of where they were, he couldn't hear the Trident or see any water near. Most times Robb spoke we lies, no one really saw through them. Gendry gave his stares, but they were just looks.

"Riverrun is near a river, we haven't seen any water in two days. Just admit it, you're lost." They didn't assume Robb did this on purpose. The only thing they saw were trees, so many trees.

He didn't answer, they noticed Robb's silence. He heard the mumbles behind them, questioning his directions. High Heart is an empty hill with white tree stumps everywhere. There was nothing here.

"You said Lannisters were on the River Road, how would you know that? We were at that Inn the whole time." His excuses were dwindling down to nothing, Robb didn't have an answer.

The sun was setting, they would soon make camp and see they were running low on food. It could last them a day or two, but it would take longer to get back to Riverrun.

The sound of footsteps of two thousand men stopped. Robb turned to see them standing there, brows furrowed and knowing he was lying.

"My sister could be at High Heart, I thought we could-"

"WE thought nothing! First we were sent to fight for strangers, now we go looking for dead girls? You don't think we see how much food we have? We're not simple minded, unlike you stupid fuck looking for a girl who's probably buried right underneath us."

Robb ran head first into Daario, knocking him to the ground. There was a struggle, Daario had his grasp on his knife but it dropped. Robb held his head back trying to twist it like an apple off a tree for it to fall off.

He wanted to howl when the rush of pain brushed through him. Daario reached his knife, blood filled at his thigh. He probably was trying to castrate Robb. He kept punching him and punching til he broke free from the sellsword's grasp.

Gendry was the one to pull them off each other, he was quite strong for a boy his age. Robb and Daario bickered at each other, until Hot Pie began to scream.

"Listen.. Listen! LISTEN!" He squealed. They both froze in complete silence to hear the sounds of screams. Robb and Daario both rose with swords in their hands following the voices.

"Do you smell that? I think it's rabbit. No, no it's squirrel!" Hot Pie sprinted to the abandoned camp where they had left their food, something interrupted them.

He sat down on a branch by the fire, and Robb saw the banner sticking up from the ground. The bridge sigil. Quietly, Robb ushered Hot Pie away from there and the screams were heard closer.

"And so he spoke, and so he spoke that Lord of Casatmere. Yes now the Reynes weep o'er their halls and not a soul to hear." Robb cringed at the words of that song, he heard the drums and the pipes again like he was there in the hall.

A dozen men he counted, Robb saw no Frey banners though. Three men standing on a tree truck with a noose around each of their necks. He dashed his head to the side, right before the arrow would have went between his eyes.

"Who's hiding back there? A lion, trout, seven hells maybe the wildlings finally made it down south." Robb remembered that voice, he stepped out to see the drunken priest who found him at the Twins.

"Well a bloody wolf, I remember this wolf. A good ressurection that was, it seems you didn't get yourself killed again." Thoros waved his pouch of wine around with his many hand jestures.

"Good to see you too Thoros. I heard you had someone of mine." Robb walked towards the men held by the noose, crying and begging for mercy. They still wore those idiotic caps on their heads.

"No one of yours, but we did find some of these lurking around. Go on now, tell the wolf King what you were bragging about. I believe it was about the Red Wedding." Robb gritted his teeth pulling one of them by his collar.

"I, I, It was only stories! I took no part, please mercy!" Robb shook him bloody til he wet himself with piss dripping down the man's leg. He still wanted an answer, Robb wanted to hear what he said.

"He bragged of how he was the one to draw the first cut. To the pregnant one." Thoros spoke sullen sipping more of his wine. Robb showed no mercy, he thought of his wolf dreams. He thought of ripping out the Freys throats with his own teeth.

Instead, he pulled his blade out until Thoros stopped him. "No, no, no, no. We're not butchers, we hang them. You can have one." Hanging was quick, Robb wanted them to suffer, he wanted them to feel all the pain they all went through at the Twins.

"They killed me, two." He couldn't argue Robb's answer, so he agreed. He pushed both of the Freys slowly at the same time, watching them choke. They put up a fight, spasming until their necks couldn't hold them, they stopped moving swinging side to side with the wind blowing.

Hot Pie and Gendry slid out in plain sight looking down away from the bodies. "Now that that's done, why are you here. You brought an army of sellswords with you it looks like."

"Never mind that, my sister Arya. You had her and you never told me?" Robb spat at the drunken priest with venom in his words.

"We found her with fat boy over there and the lad with him. What are you doing here, Stannis set you free? Oh never mind that, we were gonna return her to you and your mother. For a price of course, but after this one went off with the Priestess she ran off."

"I didn't go with her, you sold me! I wanted to be one of you, but I was just worth two pouches of gold." Gendry yelled to him. The boy had fury in his eyes, they did something to him while he was with Stannis. Something he would remember when he slept, like Robb does every night when he closes his eyes.

Robb felt useless, it was stupid to come here. They were all right, Arya wasn't with them she may have been dead like what they all said. They could have been to Riverrun by now, for all he knew the Lannisters could have taken the castle by now and his uncle could be dead.

"I hope you know where you're going in these woods, the bloody wolves are everywhere these days." Thoros explained offering a night of safety. Robb tried to say no, but the Second Sons had begun to leave without him.

Only Hot Pie and Gendry stood waiting for knowing what they should do. Both boys didn't trust the Brotherhood with their history, but it was getting dark and the wolves wouldn't care. "We should go." He told the two to join the rest of them.

It had been the second time he tripped over a white stump, they were getting close to this haunted hill. The moon was shining down on them, he could hear the sound of wolves echoing across the trees.

Most of the Second Sons ignored him, Westeros had not grew on them. With Robb bringing them farther into the cold, woods of the Riverlands they had become more cross with him. Robb walked to the front, catching up with Thoros.

"Why didn't you tell me you had my sister?" Robb said to the priest. He was guzzling down wine that dripped down to his red beard. He thought of what it tasted like, he hadn't had wine since Meereen.

"Well you didn't give us the time of day. After you woke, you stood staring at the Twins for hours, listening to the screams. Then when you finally started moving, you ran off saying you had to go to Volantis, You still had the same blood soaked clothes. We offered you to stay, but you run fast."

Robb kept his silence, before they spoke more they reached the hill. Hundreds of weirwoods chopped down everywhere. In the center stood a hill watching everyone who entered.

"No harm can ever come to those sleeping here." The singer pointed out, it would be impossible to come unnoticed here. At the hill, a fire was burning and men sat there waiting.

"You look terrible." Robb greeted Beric with his scars of all his deaths. He was not a sight for sore eyes.

"Old friends Thoros? You're just on time, she's awake." He pointed to the little child sleeping next to the stumps. When she woke, it was not a child. The old woman rose, not very high he thought. She looked at least three feet tall with red crimson eyes staring at them all.

"The Ember and the Lord of Corpses visit me again, and they bring friends." She said in a raspy voice. Thoros and Beric knew her enough for their nicknames.

"I always hated that title. I've asked you to not call me that." He may have not liked it, but it suited Beric due to all his lives. She cackled at him.

"Aye, you have. But the stink of death fresh on you, my Lord. A skin of wine for my dreams, and my song from Tom o' Seven for my news."

"You will have your song from Tom." He gave her the wineskin himself. The dwarf woman drank deep, the wine running down her chin. When she lowered the skin, she wiped her mouth with the back of a wrinkled hand.

"The weirwoods whisper and won't let me sleep. I dreamt of blue eyes opening, and a wolf howling in a hall, but no one heard his grief. I heard such a clangor I thought my head might burst. Drums and horns, pipes and screams, but the saddest part was the baby's cry."

The old woman took another gulp. Robb didn't like her, everyone knew about the Twins. Her dreams were nothing to him. She was cruel to bring up 'the baby's cry.'

"I dreamed of a roaring giant fallen into chains by pink men, and a trout freezing in the snow. The Kraken King dies, and a new one rose from the salty water. Now the iron squids turn on one another, and a great black beast will fly over a pile of dead ants."

She took another sip and Robb scuffed at her remarks. Her ears tilted like a rabbit, her blood red eyes moved to him. "I see you." She whispered.

"I see you boy, and I see what you covered in. You may not and the rest of them don't but I do..." She stood and began shaking and yelling.

"I look at you and I can feel the heat burning my skin. It's wrapped around your insides, and it will get tighter and tighter until you CRACK! To you, it's a warm feeling, but don't listen to it! It plays with your mind, you'll only die sooner."

While she spoke, she walked up to Robb shaking him, wanting him to understand. She was a mad woman, he thought. Her red eyes were desperately hoping he knew what she was talking about, but he didn't.

"You're so young, and forever young you will be. You will die for her, you'll be consumed in the fire, you'll drowned in the dragon's fire for her. Until you realize it was the venom, and your happiness will turn to ash in your mouth."

"Don't frighten the boy." Thoros protested.

"I see you wolf child, blood child. I thought it was the Lord who smelled of death..." The old woman began shaking and sobbing.

"You are cruel to come to my hill, CRUEL! I gorged on grief at Summerhal, I need none of yours. Begone from here wolf boy, Begone!" She yelled louder and louder until Robb rose from his stump.

"We leave now." He spat to the Second Sons who were making camp. Most of them, just stared at him, but the woods witch had words that none of them wanted to hear.

"He is leaving to Riverrun to fight the Freys, he won't be any trouble to you now." Beric assured her. She nodded her head in disagreement.

"No, he won't be fighting. The lions wait for them at the draw bridge, they will pounce and you will run to the cold. I saw it once, in my dreams. Then the little lion cub won't land on his feet and he will go SPLAT onto the ground." She guzzled down the last of her wine and turned to Beric.

"I will have my payment now. I want my song." Beric shook the sleeping singer to wake and he pulled his wooden harp.

"Same song as before?" He asked.

"Oh aye, my Jenny's song. Is there another?" And so he sang, the dwarf woman closed her eyes and rocked back and forth slowly. She murmered the words while crying.

When they walked down the hill, Robb still heard her cries. In his head, he still heard the woods witch and her dreams.

They ran, and ran, and ran, and ran. They were weak when they slept, their eyes would be closed, not being able to see who was near; so they didn't sleep.

The wolves sounded so close, but they never saw one. Robb's legs had a burning sensation in them, he wanted to drop to the ground and just sit. His eyes were getting so heavy, he wanted to close them and sleep anywhere.

The food was growing smaller, so they would keep walking until they saw the trout banners. The trident was in sight again, now they just walke. along the River Road.

Robb could hear the squishing of the mud on his boots. They were at the Red Fork, he could tell by the red mud. His uncle Brynden always said the red shade was 'Tully Red.'

They just had to walk straight along the road, with not trouble and find his mother's home. Their feet stopped, seeing two men walking along.

"Good morning, do you know if we are we getting close to Riverrun?" It was a woman, a tall woman in fact, taller than Robb and most of the men here. Her hair was cut short, and had more armor on than Robb.

A great big sword was at her side, it's grip was the golden head of a lion. "Depends on who's asking. That's a lion on your sword, any relations?" He questioned the woman.

"We're not here to fight, I'm sending a message to someone." She gripped her sword, she was weary of talking to him. Robb followed her movement, he kept his hand at the his side.

It was a quiet, and awkward. Neither of the two trusted one another. "Who do you serve?" Robb said frankly to both of them, he saw the little one, probably a squire by the look of him.

"I am Brienne of Tarth, and this is Podrik Payne. I serve Lady Sansa.. Of house Stark." She had strength in her voice, pride most likely Robb felt that drop in his heart, but he knew she was lying.

"Liar." Robb spat with anger in his breath. Brienne of Tarth didn't raise her sword, she only stared at the direwolf painted on his chest. She had a look of pity towards Robb, that only fueled him with annoyance.

Robb would have pulled out his sword, until she spoke. "I promised her mother Lady Catelyn, I'd bring her daughters back to her." Her voice was soft, unlike her armor. She looked at him like he was a boy.

"Lady Catelyn is dead." He said to her. Anyone could have said her story, he wouldn't give his name to just anyone.

"I know. And I will regret not being able to save her for the rest of my life." Robb's brow furrowed. She had regret in her voice, she sounded sad.

"You look like her, your mother. She sent me to return Jaime Lannister to King's Landing in exchange for your sisters." Robb's head turned up, that was how he remembered her. He imprisoned his mother for letting the Kingslayer escape.

"Why are you here?" He said. They were close to Riverrun, Robb didn't want to here this woman talk about his mother. His uncle was alive, and he was going to help him.

"Your sister sent me to ask the Blackfish to come to her and your brother's aid. You have more men than him, your men could-" She wanted him to leave his uncle to the Lannisters. He wouldn't abandon his family.

"I can't leave my uncle and his men to die to the Lannisters." He objected.

"You don't have enough men to fight the Freys and the Lannisters. I'm going to speak to the Kingslayer, ask of him to let you pass North. Roose Bolton is dead, his son has your little brother hostage. They will fight, with or without you. I hope you make the right choice."

Roose Bolton was dead, he thought. Robb was angry he didn't do the kill, he wanted him to feel every pain that every person felt at the Twins. He was a traitor, now his son will be marching his way to death.

Robb could see the tents, red and grey. The Lannisters did come, the witch was right. He saw massive drawbridge held up, and the single Tully banner flying above the castle.

He saw the direwolf banner next to the trout, he smiled at the sight of that. Rivverun was built on the Red Fork, it was surrounded by a moat on three sides. The only ways in were the draw bridges on each side.

The water gate was down below in the water, it was made for boats to enter. They could swim inside, but people would notice two thousand men swimming in the river. The Lannisters and the Freys blocked the south part of the castle. All that was left to enter was the western gate.

The bridge was on the other side of the Red Fork, all the Freys could do was watch them enter the castle. Even if they did try and stop them, they would be already inside.

Crossbows were aimed down on them, all the men word the black fish scale armor his uncle had worn. "Who goes there?" One shouted. Robb wanted to chuckle, he was once a King.

"Tell Blackfish to come to the gate! His nephew is here." Their faces were like stone, no one flinched only to stare at him like he was an enemy. They thought he was lying, anyone would think Robb was, they all remember what happened to the Starks. Or what they think, he thought.

"His nephews are all dead, go back to the Kingslayer and tell him you failed!" All he needed was Blackfish to see, but they started to walk away. He had two thousand men looking at him with disappointment in their eyes.

Two thousand men, he thought. His uncle would never send soldiers to deal with two thousand men, he would see it himself. Robb panicked when the men began to turn away, he said whatever words were in his head.

"Your cloak! The clasp, it's made of dragonglass. Who was the one that took the bow from Edmure at grandfather's funeral?" He would have said more, but they turned towards Robb again. The crossbows weren't raised.

His uncle walked slowly into view, still the grey haired man he remembered, still with the black fish scales. His face was stern, he didn't speak. He whispered to the man next to him, Robb wasn't close enough to hear. He face had no emotion, and just walked back.

His uncle probably dispised him, probably blaming Robb for everything. That was until the bridge creaked. That red rust of the chains fell down, the draw bridge was being lowered.

Robb took two steps back when the bridge fell to his feet. Hundreds of men stood in Riverrun, his uncle Brynden was in front of them all, and a wolf by his side. He marched towards Robb with the same solemn face on, and Grey Wind sprinting after him.

He was bigger, Robb brushed his hand against his fur. He saw the gold eyes that followed him to battle and smiled. "I missed you boy."

When he reached Robb he froze, and fell to one knee. he chuckled, he always treated him as a King more than a nephew. Robb pulled him up from the ground, and threw his arms around his uncle.

"Double the guards tonight, the Kingslayer wants to try us." His uncle ordered. He marched around in a haste.

Two days the gates opened to them, his uncle was mad with being one step ahead of the Lannisters. He was parranoid.

They didn't speak, most times Brynden would just stare at him. He thought he wasn't real, just a mind trick. When they did speak, it was short and quiet.

The woman Brienne of Tarth, she had come through the gates as well. She followed Blackfish around hoping he would leave Riverrun. "I said no three times already. I haven't seen Sansa since she was a little girl. I don't know her signature, I don't know you, and we will not surrender."

Jaime Lannister had more than double the men than what they had, there would be no battle, only slaughter. Brienne looked to Robb in support of going North, he read Sansa's letter. Her words didn't sound like the girl he said goodbye to, she sounded like a stranger.

"We wouldn't arrive in time, the battle would be over before we even made it to the Neck, let alone Winterfell." Robb was just being honest. Blackfish agreed with him.

"Lady Sansa and your half brother are traveling to bannermen's castles, they have men. If you bring your soldiers, they could take on the Boltons." Half brother, that sounded so odd to him.

"I can't leave my home to traitors and murderers. Edmure is still a prisoner, we can't leave him surrounded by enemies again." Brienne was practically running after him, finally when he read the letter, he smiled.

In Robb's whole time knowing his uncle, he never smiled. It was rather odd, he thought. "She's exactly like her mother." His smile disappeared after those words.

He turned to Robb and Brienne, "Even with sellswords, you'd need more men to take Winterfell." He was softening, he was always loyal to family.

"Riverrun won't die like the rest of us. It will stand long after we're all gone, we can take it back after. The Freys will think we abandoned it, they won't see us com-" Men yelled from the top, someone came to the bridge.

They both ran down to see who was waiting for them. Robb's eyes widened, he knew him. He was Robb's prisoner once, but with both hands. He didn't think he would seeing Jaime Lannister again, by the look of the Kingslayer he thought the same about Robb.

Blackfish spoke first, "Come to surrender Kingslayer, you probably saw my nephew bring his men. We have the men, either fight us or run back to your sister. Either way, vengeance will come for you. Just ask Robb."

The Kingslayer was quiet for a moment. He just stared at Robb, like everyone else does. "I've come to offer you one last chance to surrender. King Tommen has sent 5,000 men to take the castle by force. They'll be here by sunrise, if you surrender you'll save thousands of lives. Even with Stark's men, it won't be enough."

They wouldn't be able to hold the castle long, he thought. Going North would keep all of them alive. Blackfish didn't speak, he just stared intensely at the Kingslayer. "You would be saving your nephew Edmure as well, the Freys aren't as kind to prisoners. Just ask the rest of your bannermen."

He was trying to anger Robb, he wanted to shove his sword through his green eyes that had a smug look in them. "How do we know you haven't killed Edmure already? Bring him." Robb commanded.

He waved his hand to Black Walder pushing him to the draw bridge. Robb never trusted him, neither did Grey Wind. He should have listened to his wolf. Edmure looked terrible. He was covered in dirt and his hair grew to be long and greasy.

When he looked up to see Robb and Brynden, his eyes widened. He gave the same stare as the rest of them. "Do as he says. We'll all die if you don't." Edmure was like a trained animal, beaten until he listened.

"We're going to bring you home Edmure. By tomorrow, the Kingslayer will be in your chains." Robb assured his uncle as they went inside.

"We're going North aren't we?" Blackfish said walking beside him.

"Yes."

...

The sky sprayed a pink mist, the moon began to fade and the sun was lurking in. Lions surrounded the trout's home. The seige would come to an end now, the wolf and the trout would finally bow to the lions.

The floppy fish walked among the tents, the Frey all watched in disgust. Their prize was being sent over to Riverrun. Most of the people around him thought the Kingslayer was a fool to send him back.

Edmure Tully was the only thing the Freys had over Blackfish, he could join his uncle in the seige and they would have nothing. "I demand entry." Edmure said. His voice had the lion's roar in it, just listening to what the Kingslayer told him.

Boys stared down at the Tully Lord, sweating and pale. It took half a dozen to push the draw bridge down. There was a seige right outside their gates and they send boys to watch the walls, Edmure thought.

Jaime waited at the crimson tents, waiting and hoping what he had done wouldn't go wrong. Black Walder approached him, his cheekbone had bruised quickly from his backhand. He wasn't named for his hair color, he had a quick temper that went along with it.

"If you're wrong, you just surrendered our most valuable prisoner." He remarked. Hopefully he wasn't wrong then. The draw bridge lowered and the river Lord march in.

Servants and green boys stared at him. Something was wrong, Edmure saw his nephew bring an army into the fortress, not one of them stood in the castle.

"Welcome home my Lord." Servants bowed and greeted him.

"Command the forces to lay down their swords and open the gates." He commanded. Edmure imagined there would be an argument when he spoke but they turned to one another. The draw bridge went down willingly.

The lions pounced and their prey fell. The trout followers had terror and fear in each of their eyes. "Find my nephew and uncle. Put them in irons and hand them over."

Their eyes widened, but they didn't move. "Your Lord has given a command. Where are they." Edmure had fury breathing through him, but fear as well.

Jaime stood above the walls of Riverrun, the Lion banners were pulled up and the Freys bowed to the lion. He would return to Cersei now, and the Freys would take the Blackfish and Robb Stark would be his prisoner now.

"They're gone my Lord, only the servants are left here." They were idiots, Jaime thought. No one saw two thousand men leave. The only ones he saw were the maiden fair and her squire rowing away.

The Kingslayer's offer of surrender gave their men time to escape. No one saw over two thousand heads bobbing in and out of the river just below them the night before. They only heard a wolf howling in the distance.