Summary: For thousands of years house Cailin has guarded the north. They are the oldest house in Westeros, older than the Starks. Their men and women are the best fighters in the north and they are the Starks most powerful vassals by far. But now their house is down to the lord and his daughter, Clara. But the Caillins are too stubborn to die and they will persevere.

AN- The north is more powerful in this,they have plenty of mines in the mountains and had a stable food source in Yaks from beyond the wall as well as Potatoes and other crops they found good for the cold weather. because I don't understand how they are so weak. Also fair warning the Cailins are very powerful but remember they are fanatically Loyal to the North and the Starks.

Martyn Cailin, Lord Of The Moat. Lannisport 289

It had been 8 years since he marched south with his friend Eddard to avenge his liege lord and his son. He had lost his father and older brother in that war and he would never forget it. Martyn was a good man, a great lord and like all Cailins a legendary warrior but what he boasted most about was his daughter. His late wife had died birthing her and he had been distraught. He loved Ella Hornwood with all his heart but not even she could compare to Clara. She had the features of a Cailin, Black hair, pale skin, slender but powerful build and most renowned of all was the golden eyes that were as bright as the sun in the sky. But she was also a prodigy, she was said to be half horse, to be extremely smart and had the martial ability of a great Cailin.

The Cailins were an extremely old family, the oldest in the continent in fact, and the second most powerful in the north, although some argued they were in fact the most powerful. They could field 10,000 trained men and women and were rich as well due to the tools needed to be paid at the Moat for any southerner to cross into the north. Despite this they were incredibly Loyal to the Starks and had never once rebelled. It was said all across the world that Stark's greatest friend are the Cailins of the moat. They were known all throughout planetos to have the greatest fighters in Westeros and maybe Essos as well. Both men and women fought for them, the only house other than the Mormonts to do so. Every man or woman born in the lands of the Moat was trained from childhood to use a weapon of their choosing. Some choose the sword, some an axe or bow but what they were most known for was their spearmen. They were better than the unsullied of Astapor and better equipped, due to the abundance of Iron minds that could be found North of the Moat. The Moat had never in history fallen. The Cailins themselves had a spear that was as old as Westeros itself. It was said to have been gifted to them by the old gods and children of the forest after the Moat had been built. It had magic in it that made it so only a Cailin could use it and they could summon it into their hands from anywhere. It was made out of a golden metal that was almost weightless to a Cailin and as heavy as an elephant for anyone else. It was 7ft tall and was called "Sleá na Móta" (Old tongue for Spear of the Moat.) It was wielded by the best fighter in the family and was usually paired with a Bronze hoplite shield painted black with a Golden Phoenix on it, the sigil of the Cailins. They also kept a longsword on their backs as an extra option in close quarters.

Clara Cailin (Gun is a sword because i have no artistic talent)

Clara was back home protecting the Moat in case of an Ironborn attack. Ironborn. They were why he was here. After the distrautios attempt at rebellion led by that fool Robert, where he didn't even wait for the northerners and Vale men to join with his forces and just attacked the Reach army where his army was destroyed and he was killed. While this was happening Martyn was leading a first host made up of 8,000 Cailin warriors against Jon Conningtons host of 22,000. Despite overwhelming odds Martyn and his troops were able to annihilate the Loyalist forces only losing 1,000 men in the process. Soon he was joined by the rest of the northern, Vale and Riverlands men. They had not yet gotten news of Roberts death and as such lined out on the banks of the trident. He still remembered the parly of lords on the banks of the trident.

Flashback

He was riding to meet the enemy commanders for parly before the battle. He was joined by Eddard, Howland and Roose Bolton from the north, Lord Arryn, Royce and Corbray from the Vale, and Brynden Tully, Lords Bracken and Blackwood from the Riverlands. Opposite was a man in black and red armour that was clearly the crown prince, beside him was Tywin Lannister and a few other Lord's

Lord Cailin, they say you defeated a host 3 times the size of yours." said the prince calmly. Martyn just looked at him impassively and didn't grace him with an answer much to his lord's annoyance and his amusement.

"Now, to the point as I know you Northerners like it." he said "Robert is dead you are outnumbered 2 to 1 and even Lord Cailin can't win in this situation."

"Robert is dead?" Lord Arryn said in shock while everyone else paled considerably.

"Of course he is, the fool marched on the Tyrell host alone and was obliterated and killed." Said Twin looking disdainful at the show of incompetence.

"Bend the knee to me and we will march on the capital together and place my mad father in chains."

"And what of Lyanna, you kidnapped her and expect us to just bend?" Asked Eddard

"Lyanna came of her own free will and will be queen, she is currently pregnant with my child." Everyone was shocked by that and Martyn noticed Tywin looking annoyed about it, clearly hoping Cersei would be queen.

The first to bend was the Riverlords, then the Vale lords, and last was the northern ones, all except Martyn.

"If I find out you raped her I will cut through all 70,000 of your men just to slit your throat." He said before bending and walking out with the northern lords,leaving a nervous kingsguard and collection of Lords in their wake. It turned out Lyanna did go of her own free will but rhaegar had trapped her in her tower and after she died in the birthing bed and he was presented with her son he had looked at it once and said that he had no need for another son and declared it a bastard, the northern lords were apoplectic in rage but the son was brought north to be raised by his uncle.

Now though he was sat in the war tent with most of the Lords of westeros, except the dornish ones who were angry with prince Rhaegar for marrying Cersei after the death of Lyanna, Cersei had birthed a daughter and then 3 stillborns and was declared barren, it's said she went insane upon hearing the news and threw herself off the walls.

"Lords Redwyne and Velaryon have defeated the Ironborn at fair Isle and is on his way here, they will take the Forces of the reach and attack Great wyke, while Ser Gerold will attack Old Wyk with the forces of the Crownlands, Lord Tully will tak Harlaw, Lord Arryn will take Orkmont, Lord Tywin will take Saltcliffe, while me, the Stormlanders, and half the northern men will take Lordsport and siege Pyke, The other half of the Northmen under Lord Cailin's command will take Blacktyde." Said the King.

All the Lords nodded except the northerners who were too busy glaring at the king. The north had become much more powerful after the rebellion, they could now field 70,000 men when previously they could only field 45,000 while the Cailins alone could field 15,000 elite troops. Of course the other kingdoms didn't know this and the north had only brought 45,000 while the rest remained in the north.

"Your grace, are you sure half the northern host is enough to take Blacktyde, perhaps Lord Hightower could command them with 20,000 reachmen." Everyone looked at him like he was dim, and he was but this was another level.

"God's I wonder how on earth Martyn could ever hope to take one castle with only 20,000 North men the majority of which are Cailin men." Said Maege Mormont sarcastically in the old tongue. Only the northerners and lord blackwood could understand what she said but by the laughter it was made clear to everyone she was mocking the Tyrell Lord, clear to everyone but hi it seemed.

"Sorry I don't understand that savage tongue." said the oaf "Could you speak andal please"

"She was just expressing her… wonder at your intelligence my lord." said Martyn, trying desperately to hold back a smile.

"I am sure Lord Martyn will easily take blacktyde my lord, his men are the best in Westeros and he commanded them to beat a force triple his size." Said the king obviously trying to get back on track.

He failed

"It also helps that when andals throw themselves at your castle for thousands of years you learn a thing or two about how not to attack a castle," Said Lord Dustin. And this time every northerner even the straight faced Lord Bolton laughed.

With a glare at the northmen the king continued "Lord Cailin, who's men will you take with you?"

"My own along with the Hornwood and Dustin men." Martyn said looking at his liege lord questionly who nodded his agreement. Suddenly a messenger rushed into the tent, It was a Cailin man.

"My Lord, The Ironborn attacked the Moat with 20,000 men, Your daughter threw them back and burned their ships, she sallied out and destroyed their host, It was led by Euron Greyjoy, he was killed when your daughter threw a spear into his neck." he said and left.

Everyone looked shocked except Martyn himself who just nodded.

"What age is your daughter again Martyn?" asked the Greatjon

"She's 8 Jon." He said to the continued shock of the southern Lords.

"Hah, A true Cailin, she'll wield"Sleá na móta" before she even flowers" said Maege.

"Your daughter led a defence, an attack and killed the enemy commander, at the age of eight" asked Rhaegar, even Tywin looked impressed.

"Northern heirs kill their first man at eight,usually an execution, besides Lord Edrik Cailin threw back a host of 200,000 andals at age 10." He replied and that was that.

"A woman's place is not on a battlefield" said Lord Tyrell disgustedly

"If I walked up to you, stabbed you in the heart, you would die, If you did the same to me, I would die. I can kill you just as easily as any man." said Maege Mormont, getting a nod from Martyn.

Blacktyde had fallen easily and Martyn only lost 500 warriors. He was the first to join the King and Lord Stark at Pyke and his men were the first men through to walls, They fought like 10 men and the southerners and the southerners were in awe of the warriors of the moat. Martyn must have killed hundreds of Ironborn himself and none could keep up with Cailin Lord. Soon they made it into the throne room and Martyn took on both Victarion and Maron Greyjoy while his men killed the guards, Balon watched from his throne as his son and then brother was killed,but not before he landed a deep cut on Martyns back. At that moment the king and most of the lords rushed in. Balon was kneeling in front of a bleeding Martyn with his son and brothers bodies in front of him, Victarion still had "Sleá na móra" buried in his heart.

"My thanks Lord Cailin, your men have done a fantastic job in this war." said the King, Martyn just glared at him.

"My lord I don't have long left, Victarion got be in the back, Ayden Arden is to be her regent, he will raise her as a Cailin, I ask that you take care off her, and make sure my family survives, whoever she chooses to marry must take the Cialin name but she will be the ruler." He asked with his last few breaths.

"Of course, my friend she will be raised how you wish her to be." Said Eddard as he lowered him to the ground, soon Martyn Cailin was dead and the Greyjoy Rebellion ended. The Family Spear reapered Miles away in the hands of a Beautiful young girl, she knew what this meant, her father wouldn't be coming back to her.