A/N: WHAT IS UP MUCKACHUNGAAAAS!? It's Travez here and I am here to bring you the long awaited chapter that I had promised last time, and to be honest, I'm thinking of actually holding off on uploading to this story for a while, thanks to the amount of time and effort I put into the biggest part of this story. I would like to give thanks to a very good friend of mine who had helped me work out some of the details around the end of this chapter a few days ago: Priscilla the Ancient One. She is a very dear friend of mine who has known me for years, and while I didn't always follow her advice, this time I actually took it seriously, though there were some things that I had to change for personal reasons, most of them I've kept pretty much the same as they were just too good to pass up!

In any case, after posting this chapter, I'm going to take a break for a while, as I need to not only get myself for my upcoming vacation to the mainland, but I have almost burned myself out on this story, and when I reach burn out on a story, it is never a good thing. It's better I take a break now and come back to it another time with full blown inspiration in hand. So sorry for leaving you guys hanging, but I seriously need to take a break from this story, but I will come back to it, sooner or later!

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Chapter 3: Manticore Steaks on Broken Mountain

Harrenhal, Tywin Lannister

A Dragon… A… Damned… Dragon… Ned Stark, that cunning bastard fooled everyone, including him… And his grandchildren all but confirmed to be bastards of incest… The legacy he fought so hard for… A Damned Lie… now his Golden heir is locked up in Riverrun, the Stark Girls have been lost, and now a Dragon Rider has been brought to the board! Not only that, if he is hearing things correctly, the Dragon has been declared King in the North and Rivers, but his next move could provide an opportunity. A Little Bird had brought Tywin a message that revealed the Dragon is going to take the Iron Islands, leaving Riverrun with a barely defensible garrison.

'An obvious trap, but one worth springing…' Tywin thinks, looking over the map as he thinks about how to kill this Dragon, and smirks as he notices two pieces on his map that would be perfect… Dragons are known to be intelligent, but extremely driven by their Emotions, and an Angry Dragon, while dangerous, in the right circumstances, is easy prey… He hides his smirk as he moves the pieces into position… Now that he has a plan to deal with one Dragon, what to do about the other?

Sunspear, Oberyn Martell

It couldn't be true… The letter he holds in his hands is no doubt written in Elia's hand, but it just couldn't be true…! Elia hadn't been set aside, she had encouraged Rhaegar! Everything that happened between Rhaegar and Lyanna, Elia had initiated it! She didn't know whether to be proud of Elia for embracing her heritage at last, or angry that the message didn't arrive sooner! The messenger explained to him that the message had been intercepted decades ago, and that "A Friend of Elia's" had finally recovered it and sent it to him. The letter had explained the child that grew in Lyanna's womb was also her child, as she could no longer give Rhaegar Children, so she accepted Lyanna as her sister-wife.

What's worse is that Elia's child by choice had been born in Dorne, and was taken from his birthplace to be raised as a bastard by Ned Stark and his vicious wife! Not so vicious anymore as rumors have stirred of a calming of the Fishwife, and accepting him. The rumors of a White Dragon attacking King's Landing, rescuing Lord Eddard and his daughters, they all speak of how a Son of Elia should act. The fact that Lord Eddard publicly denounced Joffrey is nothing to scoff at either. However, this talk of Blood Magic, and that of Baelon Targaryen actually using it is a bit upsetting. He had been to Qohor before and knew of the Dark Arts they practice there, and Baelon is a Sorcerer of the Art no less is disturbing.

Taking this information to his brother, Doran, the man actually cries, for the first time in years, and, in contrast to his pacifist self, Doran rises to his feet despite the pain of his Gout. "Oberyn…" Doran says through the pain, "Call the Banners… A Child of Dorne calls for aid… Elia's only surviving son…" He turns to the men in the room, "To Arms…!"

For Doran, it is enough to know that Baelon Targaryen was born on the Sands of Dorne, but to know that Elia had accepted the boy presented a chance… An opportunity to bring the Lion Low, to rectify the mistakes he had made in the past, but most of all, to fight by the side of his true king, his nephew by choice. He would be unable to aid in the battle, but he smiles as he reaches into a desk, and smiles and removes what is inside… "I may not be able to fight anymore, but I will give our king his crown…" Doran says, remembering the day he and Elia found it half buried in the sand and brought it to Sunspear to give to Aegon on the day he was crowned. Now this crown belonged to Baelon…

When he had heard that Elia had been set aside for a First Woman, he had been furious, he had thought that Rhaegar was as mad and cruel as his father, but Elia's letter explained it all. Elia had converted to the Faith of the Old Gods after the Seven had cursed her with her frail body and took her ability to have children. When she converted to the Old Way, she had begun to feel stronger, as if the Old Gods were giving her strength, and she had begun to hear the voice of Mother Rhoyne. Lyanna was healing her, and she learned the Seven were nothing more than Traitor Gods who fed off Hate and Rage of the People, especially those born out of passion, not legitimacy. Even the Lord of Light, as she had learned, was indifferent to bastards, and welcomed them openly should they seek his Warmth and Light.

She even declared Lyanna's son her own, one the Seven had stripped from her, and Rhaegar had even ensured that Aegon would retain his position as Heir, whilst the Son of Ice and Fire would be Aegon's hand, his ice to keep Aegon's fire tempered and controlled. He had even planned to have the boy fostered in Dorne with Aegon in the North so they could learn of the other's cultures. The entire letter was balm on a wound left open for almost too long, the last bit of medicine that Elia would bring to him in death. It made him cry in spite of the pain he feels in his legs. "Oberyn, take Sunpsear's standing forces and meet with Baelon, I will gather the rest of our forces and catch up later!"

"Yes brother!" Oberyn says, "And what of the Mountain and Red Manticore?"

"If I were Tywin, I would think he would send them out after Baelon. Dragons are very emotional creatures, especially when wronged. I believe Tywin might use the two of them as bait to lure Baelon into a trap, so you must ride with all speed to his aid." Doran says, getting into the head of Tywin. "The details of that trap, I am not sure, but that is why you must gather what men you can and ride!"

"Understood!" Oberyn leaves, now feeling convinced that the Lost Prince of Dorne is calling for help, and as Elia claimed him her son by choice, he must defend him. He may not like Rhaegar for his decision, but he mustn't focus on Rhaegar, Baelon needs him!

Qarth, Daenerys…

It has been only a few days since she has entered Qarth, and already she can sense something is off about the city. Night has fallen but late into this hour, there is a knock on the door, one which Doreah gets quickly. Turning to see who it is, she sees it is one of the Warlocks. "Your Grace!" The Warlock says, bowing. "It is an honor to meet you." Rhaegal and Viserion awaken as they see the Warlock. "My name is Traves Medina…"

"That is an odd name, it sounds Westerosi…" Daenerys says, narrowing her eyes, "With a bit of Braavosi mixed in."

"In that you would be right, your grace! My father was Braavosi, and my mother a Westerosi noble. Though it is truly an amazing sight to see dragons alive and well, but also a bit terrifying, considering the largest of your Children retains the soul of a Dothraki Khal…"

"How do you know that?"

"Unlike my compatriots in the House of the Undying, I have not only tasted the Shade of the Evening, but also the Light of the Morning…" He walks to the window and points to the black tree with blue leaves. "That tree standing there? That is an Essosi Weirwood… They used to be more numerous before the Doom of Valyria burned the majority of them to ash. That one is the last of it's Kind."

"That is truly sad, but what are these Shade of the Evening and Light of the Morning?" Daenerys asks.

"They are potions made with the Leaves, Sap, and Seeds of their respective Weirwood Trees… I do not know how they are made as I've never needed more than a single dose of each, but I know the ingredients." Traves explains, "A single dose of each grants you temporary access to a fraction of your magical talent, but requires you to constantly take doses before you eventually and fully unlock it. Drinking both though, even years apart, will grant you full access to your Magic." Traves smiles as he sees Viserion open his wings and fly to him before landing on his shoulder. "Hello there, little one!"

"Amazing, Viserion is the kindest of my children bu-" that is when Rhaego begins crying and Dany smiles as she walks over to her son, and senses he is hungry. Traves smiles and turns around, giving them some privacy. "I have never seen Viserion approach somebody so readily!"

"Tis my magic, your grace, but I do need to warn you. As I do not require an external energy source to work my magic, my now former compatriots do. Be cautious in the coming days, for they are plotting something." Traves explains, "What it is I do not know, but be prepared, they may lure you to the House of the Undying. If and when they do, follow your instincts once you enter but be sure that when you take a turn or open a door that you must never double back the way you came, or you will fall into their trap." Daenerys looks to the warlock who closes his eyes as he turns back to her and Rhaego…

"Your son, Rhaego, has a great destiny before him, but it is not the Iron Throne… The Gods can only allow so much… Baelon will take him as his own son, his pain of being a motherless child will not allow an innocent boy to go without love as he had. That I can promise you!" He then bows as Viserion flies back to his brother. "If you do come to the House, I will find and aid you however I can."

Daenerys nods but then looks down, "Tell me one thing, Warlock…" she looks at him as he turns away. "We're what the Westerosi said about my father true?" She sees the man frown as he turns to her. "Please…"

"I'm afraid so, Khaleesi… I was but a boy when I was in King's Landing, and saw Aerys burn my mother and father alive, simply because they had the courage to call him out for his madness, and claim Rhaegar would be a better King than he." Traves says, to which Danyd turns pale and feels sick. "As Lord Eddard Stark would say, "a child is innocent of the crimes of their parents" and I am glad you are different, Khaleesi… If you would have me, I would swear my magic to you when you leave." Before Daenerys can say anything, the man vanishes before her very eyes.

A Few Days Later…

Daenerys is furious, Traves Medina's warnings have proven true, his former colleagues had kidnapped her dragons, and had assisted in a Coup against the 13. Now she is before the tower that leads into the House of the Undying, trying to find a way in, only for her to see a shadow appears at the top of the tower and create motions with his hands before opening a door for her. Unfortunately, it seems it isn't able to remain open long enough for Ser Jorah and her blood Riders to join her.

Inside though, she sees it is much larger on the inside than it is on the outside. She then sees the figure appear and it removes it's hood. "Medina…!"

"Khaleesi!" He kneels to her, "I have come to you as promised! Here and now, by the Old Gods, the Lord of Light, and the Dragon Gods of Old Valyria, that I, Traves of House Medina, the Last of House Medina, of the Blood of the Dragon Lords of Valyria, and Last of the Dragonborn, that I do hereby solemnly swear… May you and yours be a reign of Fire and Blood, and that I will draw Blood from Stone so that thy will be done!" He then draws a sword from within his robes and lays it at her feet.

Daenerys recognizes the term that Traves had just used… Dragonborn… Those were the equivalent of Westerosi Knights in Old Valyria, Knights who utilized Blood Magic in physical combat, but any other details had been lost to history as the Dragonborn had all been declared killed by the time of Aegon's Conquest… Unless… "Before I accept your fealty, how do I know you are not lying to me?" Without an instance of hesitation, Traves slashes open his hand without so much as screaming in pain, clenches a fist, then opens his hand in a claw-like fashion, creating the spectral image of a Dragon's claw over his hand.

"I will die for you if you command me, Dragon Overlord!" Traves says, his pupils turning to slits, to which Daenerys can sense his sincerity and loyalty, in which Daenerys, remembering something from the books she read on her ancestors from Illyrio's Library, she takes his blade and cuts her finger, and holds the hand aloft, over his mouth as the finger drips with blood. Traves opens his mouth and allows the blood of the Valyrian Princess to fill his mouth, completing the Binding as he swallows the blood once she draws her hand away. His eyes turn a deep navy blue as he kneels again, and the two begin their journey through the House of the Undying, Dragon Queen and her loyal Dragonborn servant by her side…

Riverrun, Baelon Targaryen…

The Board is set… The Pieces are moving… Baelon and Robb look to the map… Lady Catelyn, after much discussion, has come up with a rather ingenious idea… Have Varys's little birds inform Tywin that Jon is sending his forces to the Iron Islands to secure the loyalty of the Ironborn, and lure him into a trap. Tywin will likely send Ser Gregor Clegane, Meryn Trant, or even both, to enrage him so that he can lure him into a trap. However, they can use this… Thanks to Jon using Haemomancy, a form of Green Sight using Blood Magic, they have seen that the Dornish are quietly gathering their forces, sending the Standing Army of Sunspear to join them here at Riverrun, whilst the Baratheons, having heard of a Dragon, have decided to call a truce and join forces until they have dealt with him.

Despite how squeamish in this regard, she takes in all the information carefully and begins to think, coming up with a plan, even Robb begins to absorb the information and think as he places pieces across the board. "If Tywin Lannister attacks us here in Riverrun…" Robb says, "Then he will be too bogged down to be able to deal with the Baratheon Fleets that are making their way to King's Landing…"

"We also know that the Dornish are mobilizing…" Jon says, "Uncle Doran has sent Uncle Oberyn to provide reinforcements… If we can get a message to them, then we can inform him of what Tywin has planned…" Baelon looks closely at the map, only for a sound to be heard from the window, the group turning as they see Ghost leaning his head in. "Ghost?" Baelon connects with his Dragon's Mind, and the two have a short conversation within… In which Baelon snickers, "That's so easy and moronic it just might work!"

"Did Ghost come up with something?"

"He said that he can fly faster than any raven, and that he could deliver the message…!" Baelon explains, "However, the problem comes in with us actually attaching it to you." That is when Lady Catelyn looks around and gets an idea, to which she finds a satchel that can be attached to a belt and then goes outside to test her theory. Ghost lowers his head so Lady Catelyn can attach it, and she smiles at her handiwork as the belt attaches securely to Ghost's neck, and has just enough slack to be visible. "Now that was a clever solution, thank you, Muna!" Baelon says, smiling at Catelyn, who smirks at her adopted son with a bit of pride. Quickly, Baelon writes a message to Oberyn, smiling as he lays out a detailed battle plan to allow for Oberyn to get within striking distance of the Old Lion, but also decides to give Oberyn a little something extra as he cuts his hand and allows his blood to flow into a vial, which he proceeds to wrap in a cloth.

"What is that, Baelon?"

"I used a Rite to turn the blood in that vial into a poison, Lord Oberyn is known for using poisoned weapons, so I think he might like what I put in that blood!" He smiles as he wraps the vial with a few layers and places it in the satchel with the message. "There we go!" He then connects with Ghost one more time, giving him some specific instructions, to which the Dragon rubs his face against Baelon's chest before getting ready to take off. "Be safe, Ghost, and come back soon…" The Dragon nods then takes the air, not a sound from his wings are heard as he vanishes into the distance.

"Now… One last thing before I call it a night…" Baelon says, making his way towards the camps.

"Baelon?" Robb asks.

"There is a White Lion that I need answers from… Something doesn't make sense…"

"What doesn't make sense?" Robb asks, following him with Lady Catelyn.

"I have thought about it a lot, and it's true that Jaime Lannister killed Aerys the Mad…" Baelon says, not denying his grandfather's madness, "I have this gut feeling that Father may have acted too soon in calling Jaime a "man without honor"..."

"What makes you say that, Baelon?" Lord Eddard asks, walking out with his cane. Lord Eddard's leg may have been cured and healed, but even now it is still tender from the pain, so until he has fully recovered, he is going to use his cane.

"Kepa… Did you give him a chance to speak? Did he look like he was about to say something?" Baelon asks, to which Lord Eddard looks down as he holds his chin. "You are truly a man of honor, kepa, but, from what I have seen and have been told, and forgive me for what I am going to say, but too much honor tends to make people think less about how to apply it with intelligence, in order to satisfy honor whilst making things less difficult."

"I forgive you, Baelon. I may not like it, but you may have a point…"

"Then there is something I need to know, if the Kingslayer had something to say, then your snapping at him during the Sacking of King's Landing would have shut him up about any details he may have had to explain." Baelon explains, "However, if he really was doing things on his father's orders, if you'd like, you can be the one to execute him."

"Thank you, Baelon…" Eddard says, sighing with relief, in which the group makes their way to where Jaime Lannister is being held.

"Jaime Lannister…" Baelon says.

"Jon Snow… Or is it Baelon Targaryen now?"

"Call me what you wish, I'm going to get straight to the point…" Baelon says, "I want you tell me everything that happened before Lord Eddard Stark arrived in the Throne Room… I want all the details… If I am satisfied with your answers, I will let you live, but if you prove to be as dishonorable as they say you are, Lord Eddard will have your head."

"Oh I see… You want to know if the Mad King was as mad as they say… And you want justification for your next move…"

"It's not only that, Lannister…" Baelon says, his eyes glowing, "I know Joffrey is your Bastard Son… He won't escape my wrath for what he did… You, however, have a chance to redeem yourself. And if I find you to be telling the truth…" He takes out a knife and cuts his hand, letting the blood flow and drop to the ground, and a glowing aura forms underneath them. "Well, if you can prove your words, then I will publicly redeem you in the eyes of Gods and Men." Jaime takes a long look at Baelon, and as he does so, his eyes widen slightly… His colorations are pure First Man, but… How could anyone, including himself, had been so stupid… His colors are all people see… Not his face… That face he recognizes, and he has to fight back tears when he does so… He sees Rhaegar staring back at him…

For the next hour, Jaime answers every question Baelon asks him, but when it gets to the point where they return to Jaime's reasons for stabbing Aerys in the back, Jaime begins to shed tears but keeps his voice composed. "Your Grandfather… I don't know for how long, but he had become obsessed with Wildfire, so much so that when I became a member of the Kingsguard, I had overheard some of his plans to plant huge caches of the substance beneath the Red Keep, the Sept of Baelor, all the major Thoroughfares of the City, and if King's Landing were to fall, they were to be set off… Aerys had devised some sort of ritual that would allow him to physically be reborn as a dragon to burn his enemies." Jaime explains, "I don't know if he had any magical talent, but I thought it was only hogwash, that is until word of Rhaegar's death came and he ordered his Pyromancers to prepare "the Weapon". Once my father began sacking the city, he gave the word to his Pyromancers… It was then I knew what I had to do… I slaughtered every single pyromancer in the room to prevent them from passing on their orders, and I made one last plea to your grandfather to surrender, and to think of your siblings, stepmother, uncle, soon-to-be-born aunt, and your grandmother, Queen Rhaella…"

"All he said was this, "I have no need for family or any attachments! I only need fire! Burn them! Burn them all! Burn them all!"... That was when I did what needed to be done… I killed King Aerys, and the gravity of my sins weighed down on me… However, I had grieved my lost honor for too long, and Lord Eddard found me… Once I realized how long had passed, I feared the worst and tried to get past him to make it to Elia, Aegon, and Rhaenys… But I couldn't get a word in before my father arrived with the wrapped corpses of your siblings and Elia…" Jaime then begins to break down, "I failed them, they were all murdered because of me!" That is when Baelon places a hand on Jaime's shoulder, and pulls him into an embrace.

"Shhh shhh…" Baelon says, "It is alright, Jaime… I forgive you… It wasn't your fault… Any knight who had as much honor as you, to sacrifice your integrity to protect the innocent, would feel such a weight…"

"But…" Jaime says, shocked.

"It's alright… I can't speak for Aegon, but I am sure that Rhaenys and Elia would have told you the same thing, if they were alive." Baelon says. The king then leans backwards and looks behind him. "Does that answer satisfy you, Kepa?" Jaime turns around to see Lord Eddard standing behind the cage, he hadn't noticed Lord Eddard approach.

"Perhaps…" Lord Eddard says, uneasy about this. "Is the Wildfire still there?"

"Yes… I hadn't told Robert about it, the only ones who know are my sister, Cersei, and my brother, Tyrion. Though I think Tyrion will be finding a way to move the caches for the defense of King's Landing if needed." Jaime says.

"A Man as smart as that would know how to properly employ wildfire…" Baelon explains, "Though your father did remove him from the Line of Succession of Casterly Rock, didn't he?"

"Yes, and while my father is out here, he is acting as Hand of the King!"

"Then I might have an idea for Tyrion!" Baelon says, "If we can get a message to him, I can ensure the safety of Prince Tommen, Princess Myrcella, and himself…!"

"What of my sister and Joffrey?"

"Joffrey is a madman, the second Mad King in this generation… Not only that, despite giving his word to show Kepa mercy, according to Sansa, he attempted to take my his head. So he's beyond saving… As for Cersei, I am not sure, it will depend on her…" Baelon explains to Jaime, "But I am willing to let you decide how I execute Joffrey…" He looks at him, "There are three options we have… First is that I take his head, and be done with it… Second… I could poison him with my blood magic… Slip a few drops of my blood, transmute it into poison, and put him to sleep… Or… I could publicly display my blood magic in a way that shows I am not without mercy…"

"What does the third option entail, your grace?" Jaime asks.

"It is an old means of execution used by the Valyrians, a means of preserving one's honor, and killing without pain… I merely need to grab his neck and forehead, and I can execute him, and to Joffrey, it will be just like falling asleep." Baelon explains, "The use of blood magic will pierce his brain and sever his spine from the base of his skull down, making his end quick and painless." Jaime looks at Baelon, knowing that there is no way to convince the King to show his son any mercy, in fact, it shouldn't be a decision he should make… But… He is right, Joffrey is Mad…

"Please, your grace… As Joffrey's Father, please don't make him suffer…" Baelon nods at Jaime's request.

"And what do you want to do? You can go back to the Rock and restore your honor by helping the people."

"No… I am a Knight, a Kingsguard… I will die as one… Be it on the field or old age…" Jaime says, to which Baelon nods at him.

The House of the Undying…

Daenerys and Traves walk through the corridors of the House of the Undying, several doors they have passed through, though, much to Traves's surprise, none of them have shown anything that would tempt his Overlord from actively seeking to stay there. "This is odd… Very odd…" Traves says, looking around. "Normally those who enter the House are shown doors that would tempt them to stay within it…"

"Which means the Warlocks are plotting something…" Daenerys says, looking around as she sees many more doors. "Hopefully trying to separate us!"

"My thoughts exactly, your grace…" Traves says, looking around, but then notices a door. Daenerys notices as well… It's a Red Door, one from within her memories, the door that reminds her of her home in Bravos, one that is long gone and forgotten.

"That door…" Daenerys says, shaking her head as she forces her mind away from it. "No, I won't fall for that!" Daenerys says, only to turn and find Traves gone. "Oh no…!" Traves himself, however, has not gone anywhere, and Traves inhales deeply through his nose, taking in the scent of the air around him. He then snarls as he bites his lip with one of his teeth, drawing blood, and moving his hands before him, moving them together as he makes hand gestures to break the illusion, causing it to shatter like glass. "Traves!"

"They're getting desperate now…" Traves says, snarling. "I think there is only one way to get to your dragons and get out of here…"

"Are you suggesting…?" Daenerys asks.

"Yes… We spring their trap, hoping for the best and preparing for the worst." Traves says, to which Daenerys breathes deeply, looking around as she tries to find a door, seeing one before her. It is a pair of large doors, the two of them making their way towards it, finding them standing in the Throne Room of King's Landing. There appears to be snow falling all over the throne room, but as Traves kneels down and runs some between his fingers, he finds there isn't just snow here… 'Snow and Ash…?' He looks to see Daenerys making her way to the Iron Throne, in which Traves walks over. "A Thousand Blades they once said, well most of those blades were taken from the throne after King Viserys's Time to make it "safer"... Now there are barely 200…"

"I see…" Daenerys says asthey continue on through the corridors, eventually reaching a point where Drogo makes his appearance, and Daenerys, tearfully, says a proper goodbye to Drogo before making her way through the halls again. Traves, however, can see the signs of abuse she had faced, and it boils his blood, however, he holds his tongue as they continue on, eventually reaching a chamber where two of her three dragons are being held. The Warlocks chain her, and explain that when the Dragons were born, so too was their magic.

"You pathetic fools…" Traves says, the Warlocks looking at him, "If you weren't such cowards, you'd have been able to get your hands on the Light of the Morning and gained your full magical might without needing an external source of power."

"You really do think so highly of yourself…" Chains begin to flow around Traves, who smirks as he bites his lip again, drawing blood, turning the chains to smoke.

"Mere parlor tricks in comparison to my might…" Traves says, "And mine are nothing more than smoke and mirrors in comparison to Baelon Targaryen's full power…" He smirks as Daenerys takes this time to look at her Dragons.

"Dracarys…" She says, barely a whisper, but Viserion and Rhaegal hear her and begin to blast the warlock with fire. Once she is freed, Traves doesn't follow her. "Traves?"

"Go on ahead… I need to bring this tower down once and for all…" He then stabs his stomach then cuts it open, spilling blood around him, his entrails spilling out for a moment before his body becomes covered in his own blood, snarling as his eyes glow red. Daenerys leaves as she and her followers make their way back to the city. Traves smiles as his blood interacts with the magic within the House of the Undying, and as the Essosi Weirwood's leaves begin to glow with an eerie blue light. The entire area around the House of the Undying shakes as the Warlocks inside try to escape, only to find their passageways cut off.

"WITH BLOOD AND RAGE OF CRIMSON RED,

RIPPED FROM A CORPSE SO FRESHLY DEAD!

TOGETHER WITH OUR HELLISH HATE,

WE'LL BURN YOU ALL, THAT IS YOUR FATE!"

Traves then unleashes a deafening roar as red energy rips through the entirety of the House of the Undying, and from where Daenerys is by the time this happens, she sees a huge pillar of immolating red light erupting from the location of the House of the Undying with the brightness of the sun on earth, the heat being almost too much for her own natural fire resistance to withstand, whilst Rhaegal and Viserion have to duck into Daenerys's back to avoid being burned alive.

Once the Dragon Queen learns of Xaro's deception, she seals the wicked man and her traitorous handmaiden in the vault, and as she makes her way to the ships, she sees her Dragonborn walking to her, his body smoking and covered in dust and bits of debris as he kneels to her once more, smiling at her as his blue lips fade back to normal. The Dragon Queen nods as Ser Jorah helps bring the man aboard their ship. Now they must set their sights westward…

The Reach, Oberyn Martell…

It came out of nowhere, and without so much as a sound from it's wingbeats… A Great White Dragon, a terrifying and beautiful creature to behold, he could hardly believe his eyes. Oberyn knew who this dragon belonged to, and it seemed to step towards him, slowly, cautiously, and with purpose. His men were ready to try and charge, but with a raising of his spear, he signaled to his men to remain steady as the dragon approached. It's footsteps shook the earth, but nary a sound was made, just as when it flew towards them. The Dragon slowly approached Oberyn, stopping about 15 feet from his army, and as such Oberyn approached as well… He stops just short of the dragon, who bears his neck to the Prince of Dorne, showing a satchel attached to his neck, the Prince carefully taking it off, and finding both a vial of what appears to be blood, as well as other things, along with a letter. He reads and nods to the Dragon, who lowers his head gently and, much to the shock of his soldiers, rubs his head against his chest, almost lovingly. Placing his hand against the Dragon's scales, Oberyn can only smile as he feels the ancient Dragonblood passed to him by Princess Daenerys so long ago, begin to warm and flow through him.

Riverrun, Weeks Later, Baelon…

Baelon sits in meditation in his room, reaching out his mind to Ghost, and can sense he and the Dornish won't be long, maybe a day or so, but he can also feel that the Lannisters are upon them, and he smirks as he senses them getting themselves prepared. Robb had heard rumors about a second army in the Westerlands, and as such, with some careful planning, they had used some false information to trick Tywin into thinking they would be sending their armies to the Iron Islands to bring the Islanders to heel, leaving Riverrun completely defenseless, however, he had spoken with Edmure about this, and despite the man being an idiot in all senses of the word, he has a hidden potential that his boasting and words inspired him with.

Thanks to Edmure's boasting, he came up with an idea after picking apart his boasts, and thus he developed a plan with Edmure, and if all goes well, they will be able to hit Tywin with a three pronged assault with Fire and Blood. A Battle of the Trident if you will… "YOUR GRACE!" One of the Lords of the Riverlands shouts as he rushes in. "The Lannisters! They're here!"

"Perfect!" Baelon says, smiling as he picks himself up, and quickly puts on his armor, a set of half-plate armor with the Targaryen Sigil across his chest whilst having two direwolf heads as the pauldrons, whilst wearing arm and leg bracers. He takes the Blood Pact and straps it parallel to his back, and smiles as he gets ready for battle. It takes him a few minutes to reach the battlements, but Baelon smiles as he sees that Riverrun has closed the gates and gets ready for a siege, to which Baelon looks to see Lord Tywin Lannister ride forward with a White Flag, not as a means of surrender, but to parley.

With Tywin before the gates, Baelon cuts his finger and jumps down from the battlements and lands ten feet from Tywin, the man looking at him with stern eyes. "Jon Snow, the Bastard of Winterfell… Or is it Baelon Targaryen now?" Tywin asks, "Honestly, I knew Rhaegar when he was alive, and I honestly can't believe that Lord Stark fooled us all…"

"It honestly wasn't that hard, nobody questioned Lord Stark's Honor, and as such if he claimed me as his own, everyone believed it…" Baelon says, smiling, "And I will forever be grateful to him, both as my uncle by blood, and my father by choice. Though I do believe you have an offer for your surrender do you not?"

"Not surrender, but perhaps I can give you something you want… An Old Way Duel, Ser Gregor Clegane and Ser Meryn Trant, the two men who murdered your siblings…"

"And my stepmother, Elia Martell…" Baelon interrupts.

"You defeat them, we will come for you another day… Lose, and we take your head, and Riverrun with it…" Tywin says, looking at Baelon, hoping he takes the bait.

"And what of your Golden Heir, what is to stop me from killing him?"

"You wouldn't dare…!" Tywin says.

"I would, but now… I don't need to…" That is when Ser Jaime walks onto the battlements, wearing his old Targaryen Kingsguard armor, whilst wearing his white cloak, to which Baelon smiles as Tywin looks horrified. "It didn't take much to bring Jaime back under the protection of my wings… And Honestly, after he confessed to me why he killed my grandfather, King Aerys, I am more than happy to have him back… I'd rather have a Kingslayer who is willing to sacrifice his reputation and credibility to protect the innocent than a robber knight who would allow a madman to do as he pleases."

Tywin growls at this, but then smirks as he thinks of something devious, but then Baelon catches his attention, "I agree to the terms of the duel… You send me Trant and Clegane, and we will fight, if I win, you retreat for now, you lose, then you can have Riverrun… The Dual will take place tomorrow… I need to make… Preparations…"

"Agreed… Tomorrow at High Noon…" He then rides off as Jon jumps back onto the battlements. He then informs the Lords within Riverrun of what is going to happen, and once he is alone, he sits down in meditation as he contacts Lord Edmure. 'Uncle… I have managed to set the trap!'

'That is great, nephew!" Edmure says, "So when do we charge?"

'I've enchanted Blood Magic onto a horn on Riverrun, you'll hear the signal when it is time! Three Blasts of the Horns will be your signal…!'

'Understood!'

'Stick to the plan, and we'll have Tywin's head by dinner!' Baelon explains, smiling. He can sense Edmure nodding before the connection is cut, and Lord Eddard walks in, looking at his adopted son with worry. "Kepa…"

"Baelon, I'm worried about you taking those two on your own…" Ned says, looking at him, "Please tell me you have a plan!"

"I do, actually, and I want to show you somewhere private…" Jon says, in which the two enter the Godswood, and when it is shown, Lord Eddard places a hand on his chin and thinks about it carefully, nodding . "This might work…!"

"Thank you, Kepa… I promise you, by the end of tomorrow, the Mountain, the Manticore, and the Old Lion will see justice done to them!" Baelon says, clenching his fist as he thinks on the corpses of his siblings and stepmother, to which Ned nods and hugs his son, hopefully not for the last time.

The Next Day at Noon…

Baelon stands outside the Gates of Riverrun, in which he looks out to see Ser Gregor Clegane and Meryn Trant ride to the battleground, in which Jon has his hands on his blade, the Maester of Riverrun declaring this a Trial by Combat, in which he goes through the rites before the combatants are allowed to meet, in which the Dragon King looks to see that the two are getting ready to charge at him, Baelon glares at Meryn Trant, who reaches him first. Baelon draws the Blood Pact and blocks the blade easily, punching Meryn in the face before Clegane appears and swings his greatsword, Jon dodging just under the blade before thrusting a bleeding hand out and sending Clegane flying back ten feet before swinging his fist at Meryn Trant again. The Knight isn't ready for the attack that Baelon performs as the blood transforms into a spectral dragon claw that rips into Trant and tears out something important. Sheathing his sword, Baelon reveals his other hand is bleeding in which Jon then begins swinging his hands in a clawing motion, the spectral claws becoming visible. Ripping and tearing through Meryn's armor, Baelon throws in a barrage of a half a hundred slashes, one for each stab into Rhaenys's body, yet he doesn't allow for Meryn to Bleed out. Baelon uses his blood magic to keep Meryn's body from bleeding until the last of the 50 strikes lands.

Just in time for Baelon to notice the Mountain on top of him, dodging, and using his Skinwalking to drag Meryn into the path of Clegane's sword strike, bisecting him across the belly. "Now for you!' Baelon says, drawing his sword again as his hands heal, Baelon breathing hard as he begins to slowly circle Clegane, holding the Blood Pact in a reverse grip as he places one hand against the pommel. The Mountain, looking at him, slowly circles as well, using his brain for the first time in many years as he sees the bastard in front of him not make an advance, which he finds odd, until he notices a sharp pain in his leg, turning to see Baelon has appeared behind him. Swinging his blade, he tries to hit the bastard, only for the man to jump away, and lick the blood off of his blade. "Finally…" Baelon says, to which his body becomes covered in what appear to be black and white scales, causing what appears to be a skeletal formation of scales to appear across his body as Jon flicks his armor off his body. "Now… It's time to make you pay!" to which Jon smiles as he stabs his Swordhand with his blade, and Gregor screams in pain as he drops his sword, looking to find a stab wound in his hand. "You know, Clegane, I used a similar technique on the Catspaw Assassin sent after Bran, but this is far more advanced… And less life threatening to me…"

"What is going on?" Ser Jaime asks, watching.

"Those were the results of Jon's most recent lessons from the Founders of the Seven Kingdoms… Jon showed them to me last night…" Lord Eddard explains, "The first he did was an ability known as Rampage, a technique developed by Aegon the Conqueror, it allows you to sacrifice the blood inside of your body to unleash powerful attacks akin to that of a dragon's claw strikes, and the one preceding that was known as Devour, in which the user removes a fraction of an opponent's soul to heal themselves. They are both what he called Rites, blood magics that allow him to enhance his direct combat abilities… What he is using is an advanced version of the first two techniques he ever learned, an invention of his that combines a Maledict technique called Bond of Pain, which allows him to harm others or cause them to experience intense pain by wounding himself. The Second was a Bane called Blood Clot, which allowed him to heal himself and others through blood magic."

"Baelon combined those two techniques with his Blood Art, Skinwalking, to develop a technique that allows him to harm himself without causing permanent injury, whilst harming his opponents without healing them… The only stipulation is he needs to ingest the blood of his targets to make it work, then his Skinwalking can connect to his targets without having to try to get permission to get inside, or without trying to fight his way into their minds."

"Amazing… And terrifying…" Ser Jaime says… Baelon smiles as he looks at Ser Gregor who growls as he begins to charge at Baelon, who charges as well, roaring in anger.

"FOR ELIA, FOR RHAENYS, FOR AEGOOON!" Baelon roars as he cuts across his chest shallower, extending the Blood Pact's blade and grip as he charges forward, clashing his blade against Gregor's greatsword, his wound bleeding as he feels his strength growing the longer he bleeds. As such, he leans into his block and allows Gregor's swing to flow past him, allowing the Mountain to cut him deeply along the chest. Growling because of the pain, he feels the power from the injury and jumps back, covering his hand into blood, he smiles as Gregor holds his chest, but gets back into the battle as Baelon's wounds rapidly begin to heal.

Allowing Gregor to land a strike on his shoulder, Baelon's left arm is cut off, only for Jon's left eye to be cut upon by the backswing. Gregor, ignoring the pain, roars as he continues his assault as Baelon's arm reattaches itself and his eye heals, leaving behind a nasty scar. The Dragon and the Mountain roar as they begin attacking each other in a frenzy, Baelon allowing himself to be injured to weaken Gregor.

However, as Baelon blocks a strike that sends him flying, somebody appears and stabs Gregor, to which the Mountain looks to see it is the corpse of Meryn Trant, with crimson strings attached to him, flowing from Baelon, who jumps into the air and roars as he swings with all of his might, slicing Gregor's sword in two, and beheading the Mountain. Gregor's corpse collapses to the ground as Baelon's injuries regenerate, the Dragon King standing proud before unleashing what could only be described as a Draconic Victory Roar, and dedicating his kills to the Fallen.

That is when the sound of hoofbeats are heard, and Baelon, falling to his knees, sees Tywin Lannister's Army charging. 'NOW!' Baelon shouts with his Skinwalking, and that is when everyone hears over the sound of hoofbeats the sound of a long and deep wolf's howl, and flying towards the Lannister Army is a Ghost, who announces his attack, as he and Baelon connect as the Dornish follow close behind him. Baelon shows Ghost where to strike, 'DRACARYS!'

The dragon breathes a long Jet of fire as it cuts open a deep swathe in the Lannister ranks, bypassing them as the Dornish Ride. The sound of a thousand screams echoes as Edmure's Army charges in, and joining the Dornish are the Forces of the North, who had finished their dealings with Tywin's second army in the Westerlands. The battle is quickly joined as all sides are surrounded with Ghost Landing near Baelon, who climbs onto the back of his Dragon and takes to the air. He smiles as he brings Fire and Blood to the Lannisters…

By sunset, the battle is over, and Baelon walks over to the leader of the Dornish forces, Oberyn. "Uncle…" Baelon says, a but nervous, to which Oberyn looks at Baelon and feels something with the boy. He definitely looks like Rhaegar, but more than that he pictures the man before him as a baby and sees only Aegon. The Prince smiles and walks with him to where Tywin is, and Tywin growls at Oberyn.

"First you take Myrcella to secure an alliance, then you stab me in the back. A snake in the grass indeed." Tywin says.

"You brought this on yourself, Old Lion, by having Elia raped and murdered, and her children killed when they weren't even a threat. If Robert were alive today, I'd have his head too."

"Perhaps these may be of consolation." Baelon says, as the heads of Gregor and Meryn are brought over. "If you had arrived sooner, I'd have invited you to join me… I apologize for taking your kill…"

"What is done is done, I only ask that you allow me to take Tywin's head."

"You shall Uncle! You shall…!' Oberyn then embraces the man before him as Baelon smiles big, feeling more whole. "When this war is over, I want to visit Dorne before my coronation, I want to see where I was born and pay my respects to the men who died for me."

"I can arrange that!" Oberyn says, smirking as the guards bring out Lord Tywin and place him against a block, Oberyn drawing a sword as everyone allied to Baelon gathers. "In the name of Baelon of House Targaryen, the First of his Name, True King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm… I, Prince Oberyn of House Martell, Prince of Dorne and Sunspear, hereby sentence you to die!" Tywin growls as he struggles to try and get to his feet, but all too swiftly… It is over… Oberyn grabs the hair of the Old Lion's decapitated head and raises it high, the Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men sworn to Baelon cheering loudly as the King looks to the skies, and he swears he can see a young man who looks like him, only with silver hair and violet eyes, along with a beautiful woman, another dornish woman behind him, and two others, a northwoman, and a Valyrian, smile proudly as they look down at him. Ghost, raising his body roars in victory as the people cheer, his howling roar echoing for miles, long, loud and proud…