Winterfell, The North, Third Moon of 279 AC

Lyanna Stark, at one and ten-name days, was one of the liveliest girls in the North. She, like her eldest brother, had the so-called Wolfsblood; she wasn't like those southern ladies, mindless and powerless. No, she was a fierce warrior, one that would one day be able to challenge the greatest warriors in the realm and win, or so she thought.

One of the things she liked to do the most was riding horses; in one of her strides through Wintertown, she passed by a couple of new faces talking with some locals; according to Willys, the giant stable boy, all coming from the Boltonlands. They were talking about how House Bolton was wiped out, something she was privy to, but what caught her by surprise was what one of the men said.

" Then a giant white dragon made of Ice came down from the sky and destroyed the Dreadfort! Not with fire but with Ice." One of the other men, a farmer, snorted and said

" oye fucker, stop telling lies! There ain't no such thing as Ice dragons! Y'a be lying too much" The newcomer looked offended by the farmer's jab

" I ain't telling no lies; that is true, if ya don't believe me go there and check yourself! It's all frozen and shit!" The talk kept going on and on about the happenings on the Dreadfort; some claimed that Lord Dovahkiin rode on the Dragon back to Skagos and how he was honorable and fair to call for the head of a Lord over the death and rape of an innocent woman.

Lyanna didn't know what to make of the information she had just heard, but it was exciting, if nothing else

" Willys, do you believe in this Dragon talk? Father told me about House Dovahkiin training some second and third sons in-" Lyanna said and stopped herself to look around to see if she was being watched " magic," she almost whispered.

" I ain't sure, m'lady. I heard this talk about Dragons 5 times from different people; that gotta mean something, right?" Willys replied (Willys is Hodor if you don't remember)

" Yes… yes. I can't wait to see Benjen again! He would teach me everything he's learned!" Lyanna said, excited by the prospect of learning magic and swordplay from one who was taught by the best out there; it was all the better because this "apprentice" was her brother!

"If ya say so, m'lady," Willys replied as he kept walking beside Lyanna and her horse.

" Let's get back to Winterfell; I must talk to Father," Lyanna replied

Rickard Stark POV

Rickard Stark was, in general, a happy man. He had fathered four children, all good people in the making; his influence over the North was incomparable, his friends were loyal, and his Land was thriving; much of that was due to his decision to make Ragnar Dovahkiin the high-lord of Skagos. Rickard didn't know if the man was a gift from the gods to the North and its peoples, but he felt inclined to believe so. The man was loyal; he could feel it in his bones; he was the kind of man that would die before breaking an oath. The man brought prosperity to his land and the lands surrounding his; Winterhold, Skagos' capital, became the greatest trade hub of the North, suppressing by far Whiteharbour; the city was beautiful and well maintained. Having a city like Winterhold paying taxes and bringing trade to The North was a boon so grand that it allowed House Stark to start some plans long discarded by his ancestors due to the fear of starving The North should winter come earlier or harsher than usual, some of these plans were scouting the mountains on Winterfell's land for ores and other useful stuff. The North, as a civilization, was 8.000 years old; the plans were always there, but no one ever tried to act on them, mainly because winter was always coming and with it the necessity to abandon everything and try to secure food. The one Lord who almost acted on those plans was Torrhen Stark, The King who knelt; Torrhen Stark and King Aegon, the conqueror, almost agreed on an arrangement where the Iron Throne would finance the expenses for such a venture in exchange for 20% of everything found in those mountains. Still, it didn't happen as the time coincided with Queen Rhaenys being killed in Dorne, and after that, the realm needed gold to fight the Dornish.

Now House Stark had enough gold to pay for the plans by itself, and there would still be money left to prepare the North for a long winter. House Stark and some Houses of the North decreased the amount of grain they bought from the south; some houses like Umber, Karstark, and Manderlyn just outright ceased to buy anything from the south and instead began taking their business to Ragnar Dovahkiin, who provided them his cold-resistant vegetables/grains that could be grown on Winter by an EXTREMELY lower price if compared to the Reach, all kinds of seafood and whale meat/goods. Overall, House Dovahkiin's vegetables/grains, which were now being farmed all around the eastern side of The North, made The North cut by almost half the amount of food needed from the south, which made Rickard overjoyed. Ragnar Dovahkiin was responsible for all that, and Rickard had told his other bannerman about it many times. Still, the last "accomplishment" the man had was something he could never thank him enough for; he wiped out the Bolton line, a foul House always a thorn in House Stark's side. The North would grow richer and richer as time passed, and people would have a better life. The future was promising for House Stark and the North, oh and there were the Ice Dragons that would eventually come to House Stark through a marriage

"Come in," said Lord Stark after he heard a knock on his study

"My Lord, a raven just arrived from Winterhold." Maester Walys said as he came through the door, looking rather distraught.

"Let me have it then," Rickard answered as he extended his hand to get the scroll.

As Rickard read the letter, he couldn't shake the feeling that something big would happen soon.

" So Lord Dovahkiin's brought giants and mammoths from beyond the wall and was summoned to Kingslanding at the King's command… he got Benjen a Direwolf. Impressive."

Before Master Walys could answer, a very excited Lyanna Stark walked through the door and said

" Father, is it true that Lord Dovahkiin has a Dragon?"

Skane, Skagos, The North first moon of 279 ( 2 moons before the last chapter)

Davos ( "POV")

Davos Seasworth was a simple man, born in flea bottom to a young couple that could barely feed themselves. His childhood was harsh but otherwise "common." His teenage years could be divided into before he met Ragnar Dovahkiin and after he met Ragnar Dovahkiin. Before he met the man, he was a smuggler. As shameful as it was to admit, he NEEDED to be if he wanted to provide for his wife and newborn son; then came Lord Dovahkiin, a lord from a remote Island in the depths of the North; Lord Dovahkiin only had a dream and some revolutionary ideas, or so he thought at the time, and he could get behind that, and so he did, he took his wife and newborn son and went north with Ragnar Dovahkiin. The latter would soon become a legend himself, besting the best knights of the realm, raising his land and House to new heights, and taming fucking dragons, apparently. In his years following Ragnar, Davos saw many things; he saw a small settlement on a once unexplored piece of land become the fourth biggest city in Westeros, as well as the cleanest and prettiest; he saw miracles being made by the Old Gods, he saw a once sad but hopeful people grow, with the welcomed help of outsiders and become a proud, United and happy people under one banner, under one lord, Davos saw his Lord standing tall and proud as a Dragon bowed to him, and claimed to be loyal as it had always been. Davos saw magic come back to the world, bloodless and "sacrificeless," as mundane as a sword… Davos saw many things indeed, and he helped his lord with all his heart, with all he had, and gave all he could give, and he was rewarded for it; Lord Dovahkiin gave him land and elevated his status to a Masterly House, akin to Landed Knights down the neck. Davos was a simple man, a happy man, and above all loyal man.

As he looked forward on his ship, Davos could see an Island a few miles away, the shores of said land were frozen, and its trees were numerous and high; Davos was finally looking at Skane, his land.

" Be ready to dock and explore the Island, Davos; we will stay here for two days. The ghost of the past must be vanquished. I will work on that as you scout the Island and begin to plan on how to work your land." Ragnar Dovahkiin said with his thunder-like voice; his face was unusually blank, unusually pained, as he could feel ghosts from the past and the pain they felt when the skagosson came and committed genocide on their people.

" Aye, m'lord. I was thinking about making a port town, to be the middle man of all business between the wildlings and the rest of The North." Davos said calmly, his face in a frown as he thought about the future of his new-formed House.

"That could be a good idea, Lord Seasworth, Master of Skane, the Wild Trader… that sounds good…." Lord Dovahkiin said he would've laughed if not for the gloomy ambiance around them, and Davos could do nothing except look a little sheepish.

" M'lord, if you don't mind me asking, why did you decide to come here now? I thought you would like to spend time with your Lady Wife." Davos asked; he had been wondering that ever since they left Skagos, about one day.

" Midstinul is done with his mission; he gathered all giants from beyond the wall and brought them to Hardhome, where we will pick them and their mammoths up and take them back to Skagos with us… He even got a few Children on that group… 12 of them to be precise." Lord Dovahkiin answered quietly.

Davos had a hard time taking that information in but nodded all the same until something his Lord said claimed his attention

" Children as in giant's children?" Davos asked and Ragnar shook his head

" No, I wasn't talking about little giants, although there are some of them, if I'm not mistaken. I was talking about the Children of the Forrest… little magical beings of renowned wisdom." Lord Dovahkiin said, and Davos nodded dumbly.

Davos, like all who lived in Skagos, converted to the Old Gods after witnessing their miracles

" By the gods," Davos mumbled quietly.

( A few hours later)

Ragnar POV

As they arrived in Skane, Ragnar and his sailors felt uncomfortable; those of pure Skagossi heritage outright passed out, something Ragnar took note of; the curse in these lands was strong; Ragnar had only seen something like this once, in Labyrinthian, and Morokei caused that. This was something different; it was the scars and ghosts of genocide. Ragnar would have to clean this land, or Davos and his family would suffer just like those who Lorded over Harrenhal did, and that he wouldn't allow, so as soon as he could, Ragnar began to work on it. He picked four stones and began writing runes on them clear, turn and repel undead runes, sun fire runes, and bane of undead runes. It took him nearly 5 hours to do so, but it would soon be worth it.

" Listen Up, everyone, I will be strong this Rune Stones on the four corners of this Island, it will take me a day to set everything up, and while I'm out doing this, I want you to scout the Forrest of this Island. DO NOT GET CLOSE TO ANY RUINS! And always work on groups bigger than four! Understood?" Ragnar said, his voice loud and clear.

"Aye, m'lord"

"Aye"

"Yes, M'lord," they said

" Good, just as long as we're all in agreement," Ragnar replied, and as if on cue, a reverberating thunder sounded on the clouds.

" Now… To those born in Skagos, it would be better for you all to return to the ships… you are not welcome here, the gods forgave you, but Skane's ghosts haven't," Ragnar suggested, and those he meant to warn nodded.

Ragnar did just what he said he would do; he mentally called the Ice Dragon, mounted it, and flew around the Island, setting one stone in each of the four corners of the Island; as soon as he finished doing so, he began to power up the stones, and after a few hours they were ready to be used. Once Ragnar got back to the camp he and his soldiers had set up earlier to see how things were going on their end, it was already nighttime

"M'lord," two soldiers saluted him as he walked inside the camp area; he nodded back at them and proceeded to find Davos and the other captains, who were seated around a big campfire while talking to each other

" My captains, Master Davos," Ragnar greeted them; they all stood up and saluted him back; Ragnar waved them off and told them to sit

" What did you find out? Any water body or animal heard long lost?" Ragnar said as he grabbed a bowl and poured himself some soup there were eating

" We found a lake about 10 miles east of here." One captain said

" We found a whole section of this woods made out of Ironwood, about 7 miles west of here; it's a fairly big area, m'lord," said another captain

Ragnar nodded but said nothing; he kept eating until Davos said

" We found a cave north of here… I found this there." Davos said as he gave Ragnar a small purple crystal, which made Ragnar's eyes widen as if he was seeing a long-lost brother of something similar

" That's a soul gem… but it's not liked to soul-cairn… it's linked to planetos, and It's linked to nothing at the same time… this… this." Ragnar said quickly as he analyzed the gem; this would open a new set of opportunities for his lands, primarily as each soul-gem would act similarly to Asura Star; it would not break after the soul was used for enchantment, but it would not hold more than one soul, and as the Ideal Masters would not be here to claim the soul-gem it would just be hollow again instead of destroying itself.

" Davos… you just found a way to create magic swords… more like magical weapons really," Ragnar said, and Davos could do nothing but nod as his Lord looked at the little gem with wonder in his eyes.

Ragnar then stood up and said

" Now that I have eaten… behold the first REAL exorcism in history…probably."

Ragnar then activated the stones and a golden-like dome appeared around Skane, burning all the undead, ghosts, and alike, it was beautiful to see but painful to hear as the ghosts screamed and shouted as they were destroyed.

" May the Old gods receive your souls," Davos said lowly as some tears left his eyes; some children-like ghosts were among those being purged, and that probably hurt the man more than he let on

One the next day, Ragnar left for Hardhome, where he fought 12 giants at the same time and won all the giant's allegiance. He told the giants to board the ships and follow him back to Skagos. The few Children of the Forrest who were with the giants also chose to follow Ragnar under some really strict rules, such as protection against men, the right to carve all the Wairwoods in Skagos and some other places, among other things, which Ragnar quickly accepted.