Hi readers. Sorry this wasn't said in the first chapter.
Here are a couple of things about this.
One, I feel Talisa doesn't get enough attention. Too often she is left out of fics and Robb is paired with someone else (I'm actually getting sick of seeing him with Margery so much). So I wanted to give her some love in this story.
Second, I'm not sure how long this will be going on for, but I do know it won't be too long. With what I have planned, there isn't really that much space for dragged out plots.
Finally, something to expect in this. TYWIN MUST SUFFER! That is a rule I have for any and all game of thrones stories I think of. Prepare for a lot of Tywin woes.
Jon was sure that Rhaegal must have given quite a few northmen a heart attack as they flew over Robb's army. Dragons hadn't been seen is Westeros for more than a century. Honestly, maybe he could have picked a better place to land than the clearing that was a few yards away from the northern camp. However, a clearing was easier than landing in a clump of trees, and he was sure Robb would appreciate it that he hadn't landed right in the middle of the camp.
Rhaegal came down right at the edge of the spot Jon wanted him to land, where the clearing met the forest. A loud thud came with the impact of Rhaegal simply 'hoping' onto the ground, coupled with the force of the impact jostling Jon and his cousins.
"OW!"
Rickon let out a cry as soon as he felt himself slam into Rhaegal's back, having been lifted from where he was sitting by the impact. Jon turned a slightly scornful look towards his giant friend, who turned his head back to look at him as if he sensed Jon's displeasure with him.
"A little softer next time we have Rickon, please" Jon said to Rhaegal. If it was possible for a dragon to look ashamed Jon didn't know, but there seemed to be a bit less... mirth, for want of a better word, in his eyes.
Jon turned his attention to his cousin, who was picking himself up from falling face first into Rhaegal's hide. "Are you ok, Rickon?"
"Yes, I think so Jon." Rickon turned to face him, and Jon saw a red mark on his forehead. He was probably going to have that for a while. Jon then turned his head around as far as he could to see his other cousin Bran, who was still holding on to Jon's back.
"Are you alright also?"
"Yes Jon" Bran answered as he let go, his voice still as emotionless as it always was.
"Alright" Jon said. "Now we need to get down from here. Rickon, you first."
"Me?!" Rickon exclaimed. He glanced down at the ground with more than a little apprehension. "Can't you go in case I fall?"
"I want to..." Jon started, but Bran interrupted.
"Rickon, you don't have to worry. From this height, you won't die unless you fall right on your head."
Jon cast an unamused glance at Bran. "You're not helping." He then turned back to Rickon.
"Rickon, I have to stay up here so I can carry Bran down. But don't worry, I'll help as much as I can."
"Why did you have to fall from that tower, brother" Rickon asked.
"I was pushed" Bran responded.
Jon had held on to Rickon as long as he could, then he had to let go once his youngest brother was about half way down. Fortunately Rickon managed to keep himself from falling and climbed down the rest of the way. It was a bit of a hassle carrying his crippled, all seeing brother on his back as he himself climbed off of Rhaegal. The whole time Rhaegal was watching his passengers, as if to see they could get down alright.
Once he was firmly on the ground, Jon walked a few steps towards a nearby log and squatted down for Bran to get off, but after a few seconds he still hadn't let go. "Bran?"
"Oh, did you want me to get off?"
Jon was slightly exasperated. "No Bran" he said sarcastically. "I want to carry you like this into Robb's camp. OF COURSE I want you to let go!"
Bran released his hold and sat on the log, allowing Jon to stand up. Rickon came over with a miffed look on his face.
"You know something Bran, you're no fun anymore. You're even more boring than most adults."
Jon was about to ask what Rickon meant when a voice called out. "JON?! RICKON?!"
Jon turned his head and saw someone standing in a clump of bushes just a few feet away from where they were. His eyes widened as he realized who he was staring at.
"ROBB?!"
Jon could hardly believe it. It was his older brother, standing right there. He knew Robb was alive at this point in history, but actually seeing the brother he missed drove the point home. Robb was no longer dead! Well, he guessed he hadn't died at all just yet.
An angry growl snapped Jon back to reality. Quickly turning, he saw Rhaegal lowering his head and moving closer, glaring menacingly at Robb. Rhaegal must have thought he was a threat to his rider!
"RHAEGAL! STOP!"
Jon placed himself between Rhaegal's jaws and Robb, causing the dragon to stop in his tracks. "He's an ally, a brother! Don't hurt him!" Rhaegal pulled back and just stared at them all.
Once Jon felt the message was sent, Jon turned back towards Robb, who was staring wide eyed at Rhaegal. Jon crossed the distance between them and pulled Robb into a hug. He held his brother tightly and thought he might cry with joy. Seconds later, Jon felt someone smaller slam into one of his legs. Looking down, he saw Rickon hugging his and Robb's legs.
"Brother! Its really you!"
Robb tried his best to divide his attention between the two who were practically squeezing him. He was in shock: here were his brothers, one whom had joined the Night's Watch and two he thought Theon had killed. Jon let go and backed up, or as much as he could with Rickon still anchoring him to Robb's side.
"Robb, I can hardly believe it. I wasn't sure I would ever see you again."
Robb, turned his attention towards Jon. "... Is that what I think it is?"
"Yes Robb. This is Rhaegal, my dragon."
"...Rhaegal?"
"I didn't name him." Jon heard Rhaegal let out a snort. Was he amused or annoyed at their talking about his name?
"Uh, Jon." Jon's eyes widened as he turned, dislodging Rickon in the process. Bran was still sitting on the log.
"Sorry Bran." Jon came back over and picked him up in his arms, carrying him as a groom would his bride over to Robb.
"You know, you could have just let me stay on your back and you wouldn't have to keep going back and forth." Jon was still not finding Bran's comments amusing.
"Bran" Robb said as he came over and hugged the crippled boy in Jon's arms. "How... how are you and Rickon still alive?"
"Theon didn't kill us. He lied to save face when we escaped."
Robb let go and stepped back, taking in the sight of his brothers standing in front of him. "I... I have so many questions."
"We have plenty of answers, but I think the camp is a better place for them."
"You're right Jon. Come on."
Robb was halfway turned around when he felt a gust of wind. Looking back, he saw the dragon take flight into the air.
"Where is... he?...going?"
"Off to hunt, no doubt" Jon answered. "Its been a long flight for him."
Yes, this is a time travel story. Jon, Bran and Rhaegal are from the future.
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