NEW CHARACTER ARC TIME! (Trumpets please!) The chapter is titled unknown for reasons like the last time i brought in a new character. This one you guys have been asking me about forever. Well, I finally pieced her story together. And I think I'm in love. Here we go!
A Storm of Fairies
Chapter 6: Unknown
Theon Greyjoy. A young man who felt the biggest surge of pride in his life when he finally plopped his ass in Lord Eddard Stark's chair in the throne room. The stone seat was much more roomy than the little wooden one he always had to endure. Hell, it allowed him to even lie down in this thing. In front of the throne was a roaring fire that lit up the great hall of the castle in Winterfell, fueled by the wooden walls of the destroyed town. Ahhh, revenge for Stark kidnapping him, revenge for the quelling of the Iron Islands, revenge for embarrassing his father all those years ago. It was so sweet. He grinned like a madman and swigged the wine from the glass in his hand as he lounged gleefully on the throne that once bore kings. He was practically a king now. A man who conquered the north! Remembered for eternity in myths and legends for the sacking of Winterfell with only 40 men. Victory never tasted so sweet.
Theon shifted in the throne once again. I could probably fuck a whore on this chair and still have room to sit afterwards. Thought an amused Theon. All thanks to Robb trusting me to ask my father for help… oh the innocence of the wolf king. He ended up getting Bran and Rickon killed…. Bran and Rickon killed… Theon's joyful smile retreated from his face. Those two boys. If I could've spared them I probably would have. But… he shook his head, that would've been too dangerous, too risky. They could've returned with an army and taken it back by themselves. Bran always had a mind for such things. He was a brilliant lad. He chugged the remnants of his wine. No more self doubts! I conquered the North! And now father will definitely recognize that I am a man! He then looked down at the scribbled letter in his lap. It was from Balon Grejoy, his lord father. The king of the Iron Islands. He hadn't opened it yet. He didn't want too. He could already predict what it said. Nothing but malice from his old man. Telling him how much of a disappointment he still was to him. No matter, he got this for his father. The new capitol of their kingdom.
"Lord Theon."
Theon scowled at the gruff voice approaching him. It belonged to one of his officers. A hulk of a man who wore leather pants and a few leather straps over his hulking muscular frame. The dirty blonde beard that hugged the man's chin draped down past his chest and he had long hair that sat ruffled on his broad shoulders.
"What is it?"
"The battle for Deepwood Motte is still ongoing. They are a lot harder to crack than we anticipated. The Crannogmen are assisting the Starks and making life very difficult for our men."
"Have the reinforcements I called for arrived yet?"
"At Deepwood Motte, three more ships arrived with more raiders. Here, Lord Balon sent one."
Theon stared incredulously at the man, "One? One ship!?"
The man nervously nodded. Theon scoffed then laughed with frustration. "I need more than a hundred or so men to hold this castle. If Robb got the balls to come back up here we'd be overrun in minutes!" He shook his head, "I can't believe this!" he yelled. Theon sighed, "Which ship?"
"My Lord?"
"The name of the ship dammit what is it?"
"Well… it's the Iron Dragon, Lord Theon."
Theon's face paled. He sent her. He sent her of all people. Now he wasn't getting reinforcements at all. He didn't send her to reinforce him. He sent her to berate him, belittle his accomplishments, then leave like a ghost in the night. Theon felt several beads of sweat form on his forehead. The Iron Dragon. It was a fairly new ship in the Greyjoy fleet. But damn, the name made all people quake in fear. The captain was originally a beast of a man but soon a woman replaced him. A woman who was meant to be a salt wife bested him in a duel and took command of the ship. Ever since then the Iron Dragon has been the most devastating reaver in the fleet. Even Lannisport built up their defenses because of it's presence along the coast.
"He sent her…" Theon buried his face in his hands. "FUCK! He sent her!" He pulled his head out of his hands and leaned his chin on his fingers, "How long until she arrives?"
"Um…."
"I do say Theon, It's nice to know your true feelings about me." said a girlish voice at the doorway.
The night sky shadowed out the woman at the doorway at first. But her outline was clear. A small girl with not much of a chest. She wore a simple gray linen dress underneath the leather armor of a reaver captain. At her hips were not swords, but two razor sharp daggers that reached a point so sharp that it seemed like the air was cut in half whenever they were unsheathed. She had short hair that reached down to her lower neck and a confident posture. To her right was a giant of a man. His details were much clearer to see. Muscles the size of Theon's legs. Scars on both pectorals. Deep scars at that. A normal eye then an eyeball made of Iron with a scar running down that eye. He stood nearly two feet taller than the woman beside him. Theon gritted his teeth. He should've held his tongue before saying anything bad about her. This situation was only going to get worse.
"Captain McGarden." he said nervously as she confidently strode into the firelight and up towards the Stark throne. "It's a pleasure to have you here."
"If that is your attempt at pleasantries Theon then you have some serious work to do." Theon could now see her facial features more clearly. Abnormal blue hair with a yellow headband holding her bangs back from her forehead, a small amused smirk, and big brown eyes that, if on any other girl, would make Theon want them badly.
"My apologizes Captain… But I wasn't expecting you is all."
"Hm… I can tell." she muttered as she glanced around the hall. "No more men here?"
Theon nervously shook his head.
"Then you just did one giant screw up didn't you?"
Theon felt anger swell up in him. "I did something of legend Levy McGarden! I conquered Winterfell with only forty men. Forty!" he yelled at her as he rose from the throne. "Can you say-"
"Enough." she said forcefully which made Theon plant his ass right back in his seat. "You did nothing Theon Greyjoy. You took an undefended city that was being led by a ten year old child and his infant brother. If you wanted to prove your manhood to daddy you would've helped at Deepwood Motte like you were supposed to." Levy stared at him hard. Then closed her eyes and shook her head, "Instead you had to go for glory. Now you are in the oh so fun position of defending this city on your own. With forty men. If you can do that… well then you may get a little bit of respect from me after all."
Theon just sat silently. "So you aren't here to reinforce us then."
"No. You're going to be the man you think you are and pull yourself out of this mess. I'm just here to let you know that." she gave him an amused smirk, "C'mon Ironeye." She said to the giant on her right. "Let the little prince be royalty for a few more hours."
"What do you mean a few more hours?"
"Oh you don't know. The Boltons are on their way here, hellbent on getting into the Starks good graces." Theon's pale face practically went ghost white. "From what my scouts tell me, a couple thousand are screaming for your head. The flayed man in angry, and you have nothing to defend yourself with now do you." Theon could barely breath now. "Do you see why you should've listened little Theon." Levy said with a mocking tone, "Cause now you are stuck between a rock and a hard place. And there is no way out."
"You could get me out of here! All my men took!" he yelled panicked.
"I could, but sadly, the Boltons are already here and I got to go meet with them real quick. I'd rather not get caught up in your fuck up." she smiled at him as he stared at her slack jawed. "Ironeye."
The giant grunted. Turned around and walked with Levy back through the castle doors and out the castle gate. Before her now, in no man's lands, stood the two thousand strong Bolton army. The black flag with the red flayed man flapped wildly in the dark night. Levy sighed.
"Alright, let's get this over with."
Ironeye grunted in approval and walked out to the neutral ground where three horsemen were waiting. Levy recognized the one with the psychotic smile on his face.
"Captain Levy McGarden. I didn't think you were here." sneered the man atop the horse.
"And I didn't think bastards were allowed to command armies but obviously I'm mistaken." she retorted, "Are we going to negotiate or not Ramsay Snow." she let the last word roll of the tongue and saw the bite it had on the man in front of her.
"Yes, what will you do to give up the city."
Levy smiled, "In the castle you will find Theon Greyjoy pissing himself as we speak along with forty reavers defending it."
"Forty? That's it?"
Levy nodded.
"And your reavers?"
"In exchange for allowing you to take the city and Theon I will take my men away from here and let you play with your food."
Ramsay grinned maniacally at her. "You sure know how to satisfy an appetite don't you girly. But why should I do this? What can you threaten me with?"
Levy whipped the dagger out from the sheath on her right hip, "SOLID SCRIPT: FIRE!" The word Fire blazed brightly in front of Ramsay. The heat from it caused his skin to sear a little and the horse beneath him to panic. He grinned like a madman. This girl has balls, he liked that.
"So, the tales I hear from the coasts are true. You're a bloody sea witch!" He exclaimed with that mad grin. "Interesting."
The fire eventually went out with a flick of Levy's dagger. "What do you say?"
Ramsay smirked at her then shrugged. "Why not? More of my men live, I don't have to deal with whatever that was, and it looks like a crushing defeat for you."
Levy smiled at him, "Good. Oh, and when you see your old man again, tell him Levy says hello."
"Will do Captain McGarden. Now, get going before I change my mind." Bolton rode back to his army leaving Levy and Ironeye to gather their reavers.
Don't have to tell me twice pig. Levy thought as she found her fifty crew men. Theon raced out to her at the last moment.
"WAIT! Please! Please help us!" he begged on his knees.
"Now I definitely know what your father meant." said Levy, "You're no Reaver. You are a wolf, not a kraken. Now drown." Levy strode away with her crew behind her. It'd be a ten mile walk to the river where their dinghies were tied up at. They would have to move quickly. She knew better than to take Ramsay Snow's word for anything.
When they finally reached the boats they could hear the sounds of battle ending in Winterfell. A great victory cry erupted in the night as men shouted "Bolton!" "Bolton!".
"Good thing we made it here when we did. No doubt he is after us now." The crew piled into the five boats. Ironeye settled down next to the rudder causing Levy's boat to tilt back into the water slightly. Levy sat down at the front of her boat and the men cast off from the banks of the river. She reached underneath her seat and pulled out a book.
"The Story of the Drowned God huh… I've been wanting to read this one for some time now." Muttered Levy to herself as the grunts of men pulling oars echoed in her ears. She leaned back in her bench and began to flip through the pages till she found the first part of the book. She glanced at the first line.
"What is Dead May Never Die." she mumbled, "Interesting."
Levy has entered the Game of Thrones. I put her on the Iron Islands! We'll learn more about her situation as we get her arc going but isn't that interesting. She is practically Gajeel's girl (Iron dragon slayer) and she ends up in the Iron Islands. It looks like time around those reavers has toughened her up a bit too. But don't worry, she is still a bookworm deep down in there. But Gajeel is gonna be in for a shock when he sees her again huh. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed! Please rate, review, and as always have a nice day.
