"Our first recruit eh?"

Jon stared at the young man, who was only a few years younger than him. He was physically impressive, probably due to the years working in a forge.

Tyrion had told him that he was just like him, a bastard and Jon liked his honest eyes. He spoke a little with him and was thinking that this might be a fine addition to their numbers.

Although the city had enjoyed times of prosperity, like the rest of westeros, this was still the "bad" part of town, just the right place to look for possible recruits. It was late at night and tomorrow was going to be a long day, as they planned to visit orphanages, prisons and all sort of places where the unfortunate lived.

Jon liked to think that they were doing a good job, that they were giving those that society had forgotten, everything they lacked. A place they could call home, a family in the brotherhood, and a mission in life. He had been really angry when he entered the hall and found all those lords fighting among themselves and talking of war.

"What do they know of suffering or war" he thought. More and more he felt more at home in these streets than in the palace.

Braavos

Viserys was reluctant to enter the room where the Dothraki girl was held captive, but his lord has called for him. The girl had chains made with valyrian steel, but more than once she had broken it and tried to escape.

So far her "maker" had not been able to break her spirit. She had refused to feed on human blood so they gave her rats.

"One day you will tire of that disgusting diet" the mysterious man said as he held a young girl of 9 or 10 that was to be hers.

The poor girl was trembling and was too scared to even cry. "You could end her suffering" the man taunted as he tossed the girl to Irri's arms.

Despite her thirst, as they hadn't given her rats for two days, she held the much smaller girl in her arms, whispering soft words in her native tongue that she knew the girl wouldn't understand but hoped would calm her.

"I must look like a monster to her" she thought as she knew the thirst made her show her true face. The girl trembled and she held her tighter, hoping to bring some comfort to her

"Monster" she said as she raised her gaze and stared directly into his eyes.

"I shall return in a few hours" the men said and turned, not bothering to look the despair in Irri's face. Viserys followed him out of the room, and the last thing he saw before the door was closed, was the dothraki holding the girl in her arms as tears were coming out of her eyes.

"We have much to discuss" the man said "a part of our plans have been compromised.

For hours Irri tried to resist with all her strength, but her will was slowly fading. She was about to fall into temptation, but then a bright light illuminated the room, so bright that she was forced to close her eyes.

As the light faded, she opened her eyes and was surprised to see the figure of a man

"I am going to help you" the man spoke perfectly in her tongue. He extended his hand and after a few seconds of doubt, she grabbed it.

A few hours later, the mysterious man opened the door and found it empty. Surprise evident on his face, he entered the room until he felt something that was strangely familiar

"Brother" he thought "You still think you can save them?"

King's landing

After she quenched her thirst with the blood of a wild animal, she stared at the man with wide eyes.

"How did you do that?"

The man smiled "There are other powers and magic in this world besides the dark gift"

She tensed as she felt someone coming.

Both Arya and Lyanna were hunting in the nearest forest to king's landing, when both of them saw a bright light appearing in the middle of the woods and then vanishing.

"What in the seven hells was that?" Arya exclaimed as she made her way towards it.

Lyanna's eyes widened in recognition when they came to a clearing where three people stood "Azoor?"

The man bowed his head "Lady stark, you look as lovely as when we first meet in old Ghis