NOTE: Letters being read outload will appear in Italics to make them stand out as such.

Chapter 8 Past Meet Future Part 1

In the Riverland's Lady Catelyn Stark had quickly gotten dressed and had left her tent and all but ran the short distance to her son's tent. She could see some of the other great lords where being woken up and getting ready, but she had been summoned first and the guards let her in at once. She found Robb standing by the table looking at three letters, Talisa was walking out of a curtain which separated the sleeping area from the meeting area. She had donned a simple dress but with a dire wolf of House Stark on the upper right chest by the breast line. Robb had placed his sword belt on and had the crown of the King of the North and Rivers on his head. The black iron crown with seven miniature swords coming off the sides pointing up with seven jewels was on his head. She knew instantly that the other Lords where coming Robb never put on his crown unless he had to, he didn't like the feel and the heavy iron weight, and it always looked to her like it was about ready to fall off his head.

"Robb?" inquired Catelyn as she moved forward, walking around the table to see the three letters. The wax seals hadn't been broken on any of them, but her eyes instantly locked on one addressed to her with Sansa's handwriting.

"From Sansa? How did she get a Raven out of King's Landing and where did she get a Stark Seal?" inquired Catelyn until she remember her late husband would have had his seal with him in King's Landing. The Lannister's could be using that. Then she noticed a letter with Jon's handwriting addressed to Robb, that the Bastard was interrupting them on the march was bad enough but instead of a black seal of the Night's Watch he had placed a white wax with a dire wolf, that was an insult for sure. He was not a Stark he was a Snow. Besides now that he was on the wall he shouldn't be using any seals besides a solid black, that was the seal of the watch. Then her eyes fell on the last letter, the one with the blood red three headed Dragon along with six other seals for a total of seven, including the grey Dire Wolf, the White Dire Wolf, the red Lion of Lannister and other houses.

"They all arrived together, three ravens all coming in at once." explained Robb "I haven't opened Jon's yet nor the Targaryen one addressed my Lords as well as myself so I am awaiting them."

Catelyn eyed the letter again, there above the seal was written Lord Robb Stark Warden of the North and the Lords of the North and Riverlands. It wasn't addressed King Robb but Lord another insult for sure.

"The one from Sansa is for you." Said Robb as Catelyn nodded her head and picked up the letter. With care she broke the seal and unrolled the parchment. She recognized at once the perfect handwriting of her eldest daughter, the one imprisoned by the Lannister in King's Landing.

Dear Mother

It has been so long since we last spoke, when I rode off with Father and Arya to head to King's Landing all those years ago. A lot of things have changed, more so then what you could possibly imagine, I am not the little girl you kissed goodbye that day in the summer snows. I am a woman grown and I am back in Winterfell once more.

Cateyln's eyes widened.

"Sansa's back in Winterfell!" exclaimed Catelyn

"Jon, Arya and Bran is here as well. Theon didn't kill him nor Rickon, they escaped and fled North, Rickon should be arriving back in a few days.

"Robb…Rickon and Bran are alive!" yelled Catelyn again with tears in her eyes as Robb blinked not fully believing it even as Catelyn turned back to the letter.

Mother, what I have to say next is likely the hardest to believe but I swear upon the old gods and the new that it is the truth. I said I am a woman grown, that is because I am 23 not 17 as you would believe.

Catelyn just looked at it confused.

I am 23, because like the lords who disappeared before you, I was transported back in time through the magic of the Children of the Forest. My current 23-year-old self replaced the 17 year old me who would still be a captive of the Lannister in King's Landing if time had gone as it had before. The same goes for Jon, Arya and Bran and everyone else who was within Winterfell when the three eyed raven using the magic of the children of the forest sent us back in time to give us a second chance to win the war for the dawn against the White Walkers. I know you will not want to believe these words, but they are the truth, so until we meet in person to prove my words I will give you a warning. The Freys are not to be trusted, they have struck a deal with the Boltons and the Lannister's. You, Robb and every Lord attending the Wedding aside from Uncle Edmure will be slaughtered by the Freys. Do not trust them, do not go to the twins they mean to betray you. Await us and when we arrive, we will provide you with the proof of our words.

Your Daughter, Lady Sansa Stark acting Wardens of the North

"This doesn't make any sense; Sansa is saying she is from the future and that Freys are going to kill us at the wedding." Stated Catelyn, Robb didn't say anything and instead unrolled Jon's letter. He began to read it but said nothing in comment, he took in the letter before handing it off to his mother to read.

Robb

Gods it has been eight years since we last saw each other in the summer snows in Winterfell. I am not japing; it has been eight years. It is hard for me to explain in a way to make you believe it but I will attempt it. At the Wedding of your Uncle to the Frey girl, the Boltons and Frey betray you to the Lannister's. You, your mother and many of Northern Lord and a large group of the army is destroyed in what is known as the Red Wedding. News reached me at the Wall after I returned from the great ranging where most of the Watch was destroyed by our real enemy the White Walkers and the Night King. I will go into more detail once we meet in person, but I rose to Lord Commander of the Watch and was murdered by my man. Thanks to a red priestess from Asshai brought by Stannis when he traveled North I was resurrected from the dead and freed from my vows to the watch. With a united Northern Host along with the help of the Free Folk I had let through the wall and a surprise arrival by the Vale Knights we retook Winterfell ending the Boltons. I was proclaimed King in the North afterwards, but latter surrender that title to gain the aid of Daenerys of House Targaryen who had arrived in Westeros to reclaim the Iron Throne. Her army joined, the Northern and Vale forces in a battle against the Walkers who had broken through the wall killing everyone North of Winterfell and raising them in their army. The dead crushed us, we were about to loss when through the magic of the children of the forest we were brought back in time to Winterfell. We have this second chance; I hope you believe my words and I will explain more once we see each other again.

Lord Jon Stark

Catelyn just kept rereading the two letters, none of this could possibly be true, it had to be a mummers false but yet that was Sansa's perfect handwriting and that was Jon's messier one. None of this made any sense, time travel, betrayal, brought back to life, White Walkers and Children of the Forest. This had to be false, she had seen the shadow which killed Renly so she did believe in magic but a magical assassin was one thing, time travel was another. She was rereading Sansa's letter when the Lords and the single Lady entered the meeting room. The single lady was Lady Mormont and she wore man's mail and carried a mace strapped to her hip like it was sword. All the other lords carried swords or axes on either hip. The two Freys had entered the tent as well and had taken

"My Lords, thank you all for coming." Said Robb "This morning, Lord Umber returned from Fairmarket with three letters which came in by raven at the same time. One from my sister Sansa, one from by half-brother Jon Snow and the other well that is something else."

With a flare he spun the letter around to show the seven seals to the other lords, including the seal of House Targaryen and House Stark and House Lannister all side by side, with House Manderly and House Royce of Runestone. The second House Stark in white wax and the black seal with a raven's head only added to the confusion.

"As you can see I haven't opened this one yet but the other two, one addressed to myself the other addressed to my mother are strange to say the least." explained Robb as he looked at his mother. "Mother please read Sansa letter if you will."

Catelyn blinked for a moment before she started to read outload from the letter from Sansa. A few tried to interrupt only to get a glare from their king which told them to be quiet and wait. Finally, when she was done reading so turned back to Robb to see him holding Jon's letter.

"We also got this letter from my bastard brother Jon Snow." Explained Robb as he went on to read the letter outload even adding Jon's claim of being Jon Stark. With that done he placed the letters down.

"Clearly, they are lying!" said the Frey "Magic isn't real, the children of the forest and the White Walkers died out thousands of years ago and house Frey is loyal. This is just at attempt by the Lannister's to make you not agree to the new marriage alliance to get us back in the war."

"This smells like a mummer's fares to me, my King." added the Great Jon Umber siding with the Freys which was a first for sure.

"And the Lannister's would have access to all those seals, there are skilled metal workers in King's Landing and they could forge them." Stated another Lord.

"Lady Sansa is a prisoner and she could have been forced to make this clearly false letter." added the second Frey slamming his fist on the table. "And we all know Bastard's can't be trusted, Jon Snow may have betrayed you, get a lordship and he gets Winterfell and the North if you would fall."

"Watch you tongue, I know Jon, he would never betray the North." stated Robb firmly. "He went to the Wall by choose at 17, he knows what duty and loyalty is."

"He calls himself Jon Stark, the only way to legitimize him is by a royal decree unless you did it the only other one is the Lannister's." countered Edmure, as Catelyn's younger brother he had no reason to like the living dishonor of his sister by her husband. "It has been three years, he may want out of the Night's Watch and will jumped at the chance to escape by breaking his vows with a royal decree as cover."

"What of the third letter?" inquired the black Fish as Robb reached down and picked up the larger scroll. He pulled a small knife and cut the multiple wax seals before unrolling the scroll, his eyes ran down the page as he read it to himself first, and then a second time before handing it to his mother to read outload like he done with the first letters. Catelyn hid a smile at this tactic her son was using it was a way for him to process the information first and gave him time to gather his thoughts before the other lords spoke up.

To Lord Robb Stark and the Other Lords of the North and Riverland's

Almost 300 years ago, Aegon the Conquer Landed in Westeros and through fire and blood raised the Dragon Standard of House Targaryen from the wall to the Red Mountains of Dorne forging the separate Kingdoms into one. Less than twenty years ago, the Dragon was driven from Westeros, but now they have returned. The War of the Five Kings will cause nothing but pain and suffering and for no gain for any of the living in the end, a greater threat is coming and the Realms of Men must be united to prepare for the war to come against the White Walkers who are gathering any army of the Dead beyond the Wall and in time they will sweep south. We know this because through magical those whom have sworn to Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen, first of her name have been sent back in time from the area around Winterfell. We have returned so that humanity may have a second chance. I send this message to all the great and noble lords and ladies, to all landed knights and hedge knights, to every common man and women. I am not my father, he was mad and rightfully was overthrown but the dragons have returned those who bend the knee will be allowed to keep land and titles, those who don't will be forced to in order to face the real enemy. I pray to the Old Gods and the New that you will accept this offer so that the realm can prepare for the real threat because be we the blood of the first men, the Rhoynar, the Andals or the blood of old Valyria we are all living humans and we have a greater enemy then each other in the dead and those who control them.

Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen 1st of her Name

Lord Tyrion Lannister Hand of the Queen

Lord Jon Stark

Lord Yohn Royce Master of Law

Grey Worm, Master of War and commander of the Free Unsuilided

Lord Wyman Manderly Master of Coin

Varys the Master of Whispers

Lady Sansa Stark acting Wardeness of the North

She read the names of multiple different lords great and small from the North and Vale before setting the paper down and looking around the room. She waited for a response as she looked at the Lords and Ladies gathered around the room.

"Clearly a fake." Stated the main Frey

"I have to agree, the Lannister's are behind this." stated Lord Edmura Tully

"I agree as well." said Lady Mormont of Bear Island

"The handwriting being so close is concerning but it could easily be forged." confirmed Robb as he looked at the letter from Jon which sat on the table. "I refuse to believe that Jon is a traitor, it is easy enough to get a handwriting sample. For all we know some Lannister catspaw in the Watch got something Jon wrote and sent it south."

"You know your bastard brother better my King but bastards can't be trusted." stated the Frey "They could have turned him."

"Jon, is a good and honorable man, this is a fake." stated Robb "We all know that the Lannister's have Varys the spider working for them, we would be fools to think he doesn't have a contact on the wall and contacts who can fake hand writings. I refuse to believe that Jon is a traitor, I know him too well."

"That is possibly my King." stated Umber "I have to admit as well from my limited time with Jon Snow while visiting your father at Winterfell I don't see him doing this, do you Lady Stark?"

Catelyn paused as she looked at the letter, it was Jon's handwriting and Sansa's hand writing for sure. If they were fakes they were masterfully done and while she disliked her husband's bastard even she couldn't see him doing this and there could be no doubt in her mind that her Daughter wasn't behind this.

"No, I do not." confirmed Catelyn "I could see the Spider doing something like this though, but I don't know why."

"That is clear to me, this is some attempt to drive a wedge between us and your grace." Stated the second Frey as he looked at Robb.

"Maybe they are planning an attack, if the Vale Lords have sided with the Lannister's they could be riding up to the Twins from the bloody gate." Added the first Frey "We need to push on at once, in case this is a trap."

"Agreed, prepare to leave at once." ordered Robb as the Lords began to leave the chamber, Catelyn turned to leave only to get a look from her son, she stopped and waited. Once all the Lords had left and it was just him, his mother and his wife who was standing behind the curtain separating the bedchamber did he speak. She could hear all but she was out of sight.

"Mother, I am not as sure this is fake as I just said." Admitted Robb as he looked at the letters.

"Really Robb, you believe this?" inquired Catelyn in a disapproving voice, the same voice she used whenever she disciplined any of the children. "Time travel and everything else these letters say."

"Mother, all the Lords of the North listed here are the missing lords which disappeared before our eyes on the march." Stated Robb as Cateyln blinked she hadn't noted all the minor lords only the major ones. "So tell me how is that possible? How could all those men disappear without some magical means and then we get a letter saying they have come back from the future."

"Robb, this can't be real, it just can't." stated Cateyln with a shake of her head. "Because if those letters are true, then my children, Jon and half the North are all traitors and are following the daughter of a mad man who we ross up in rebellion to put down. I find it easier to believe that this is a Lannister trick then that."

Robb stopped and thought about it, in truth she didn't care if Jon was a traitor, if he was then he would loss his head and she would be rid of him after so long. He was a living example of her husband's betrayal of their marriage vows and worse of all Eddard had brought him to Winterfell before herself and their trueborn son. Then as the bastard and Robb grew, he treated them the same, had them both sit in council meetings to learn how to run a castle, had them train together in the yard, Measter lessons together and treated them like they were both true born brothers. It got worse as they got older, Robb had the look of a Tully with auburn hair and fair look while Jon had a sterner look and dark hair, the Stark look. She had overheard many of Lords and Ladies of the North who visited Winterfell note that Jon had the look of a Stark unlike Robb who looked like a southern. She hated Jon, she knew she shouldn't, but she did, and she knew that the idea of him being a traitor would offend Robb and so she brought it up.

"Very well." said Robb "I just don't see what the Lannister's would gain from this."

"Neither do I." admitted Catelyn "But it doesn't matter in the end."

It was middle of the morning as Daenerys stood on one of the balconies of Winterfell looking down into the yard. Her eyes were locked on Jon as he trained in the yard with the other man and some women of Winterfell. She watched as he interacted with the men and women, like a normal man would not a King Consort would. He would give advice and take advice with ease, she smiled as she watched him. She almost didn't hear the approaching footsteps but her guards did, since her Queen's Guard Ser Jorah Mormont was off leading her army against the Dreadfort and her other Queen's guard was on the other side of the world, she had adopted to have at least two Northsman, two vale knights, two Unsullied and two Dothraki around her as guards, and at the moment she had another defender as Ghost sat beside her. Even on his but the giant white dire wolf came up to her elbows, it was the movement of his head which caused her to look as Varys walked toward her.

"Lord Varys." greeted Daenerys as Varys bowed his head and walked past her guards.

"You summoned me your grace." Said Varys

"Yes." said Daenerys as she turned to face him. "I have a task that I need done and only you may be able to carry it out."

"I serve your grace and the realm." answered Varys

"You have contacts all over Westeros and beyond, do you have a contact within the Citadel which you trust?" inquired Daenerys

"I do your grace." answered Varys with a nod of his bald head. "May I ask why?"

"You may." confirmed Daenerys "Once word gets out about us, Jon's parentage will also come out. We have our proof, the visons of Bran, the journal of the past High Septon and with any luck the testimonial of some lords and ladies, however I am worried that will not be enough and that people will say we faked this evidence."

"That is always a risk." confirmed Varys "In fact I would be surprised if people don't question it."

"So would I, what may help is if we had a second identical copy of the journal which was found independently of us. From what Lord Tarly said it is in the Library at the Citadel waiting to be filed away." explained Daenerys with a slight smile "Can you arrange that?"

"Not hard at all." confirmed Varys "If that book didn't disappear when we traveled through time, that is."

"From what Bran told us, it sounds like unless the object was in a person's person when they came back only those with the spark of life, people, animals and the like where sent back." explained Daenerys, the way Bran made it sound was that objects like Long Claw which was in Jon's hands in both the past and future came back so that meant that there was only one Long Claw, but Jorah's new sword Heartsbane wasn't with him in the past so there was now two Heartsbane swords in the world. "There should be two books, because it isn't a living animal."

"I will send a message to my friend in the Citadel." stated Varys with a bow of the head.

"Have you sent a message to your contacts across the Narrow Sea?" inquired Daenerys "We need to let Ser Barristan know what is going on and arrange to bring him and everyone else we can over here."

"I am sad to report that I don't have the ability to send a message across the Narrow Sea from here." admitted Varys "I have instead given a message to Lord Manderly and once White Harbor is ours he will send it on ship to my contacts across the Narrow Sea and they will contact Ser Barristan."

"Good." confirmed Daenerys with a smile. "I thank you Lord Varys, that will be all."

With a bow of his head Varys turned and left her standing there.

To the South one of the oldest men in Westeros if not the oldest Lord Walder Frey of the Twins looked down at the letter they had just received by Raven. The old man nearing his 100th name day and he had so many children, both ligament and bastards that he couldn't remember their names. He did remember what they called him, the late Walder Frey because he showed up late for the Battle of the Trident. The rest of the Riverland's and the rest of Westeros looked down on his family because they rose to power by trade and control of the only crossing of the Green Fork of the Trident north of the Ruby Forge. He would show them, he had a plan to show them by turning on the Starks, siding with the Lannister's and winning respect for his house for generations to come. Now he looked down at this letter which claimed to be from Winterfell and the daughter of the Mad King. On the surface he shouldn't believe this letter, but yet whoever wrote it knew of his plans, that they were informing the Starks of it and even said if he didn't surrender his castle he would be destroyed. He wouldn't do that of course, the twins was the best defended castle in the Riverlands. Either way it didn't matter, he knew he had to change his plans.

"You." said Walder as he looked at a young page.

"Yes, Lord Great Grandfather." responded the Page as Walder eyed him, he couldn't say who's son it was but it didn't matter now.

"Get my council, we are going to have to change our wedding plans." stated Walder with a grin as the Page ran off.

Ramsay was breathing was a little labored as he heard the distant barking of his hounds, the hunt of the now breast less whore was following a normal routine. He and Myranda had separated, Myranda with the hounds chasing after the prey while he took a rounder about way, it was a normal strategy and one he enjoyed a lot. The look of pure terror on the prey's face as he suddenly appeared in front of them when they thought he was behind him never got old. He ran through the woods he knew so well, he had so many good memories in these woods, he passed by a small grouping of rocks where he had killed one of his first girls, he knew he could cross a field and get to where the sound of Myranda and the dogs where. Suddenly the dogs stopped, and he waited a moment, that was strange, the dogs wouldn't stop barking unless they killed their prey and even then it would take some time.

He moved toward the last place he had heard the dogs crossing a field and reentering the thick woods. The dogs started barking again, however the barking was stationary and he headed toward the spot only to see Myranda holding back the dogs while looking down at a figure laying in a small cut which held a normally dry creek bed.

"She fucking fell in hit her pretty little head on a rock." cursed Myranda with disappointment in her voice as Ramsay let out a moan of displeasure.

"Seven hells." cursed Ramsay as he moved toward the dry creek bed coming side by side with Myranda. He looked down among the rocks and weeds which pocked out of the ground was a body. But it was wrong, the shape of the body was wrong, it was a woman aye, but this woman still had her breasts, still had a form and had a clean cut across her throat and her face, her face was gone. Her face had been cut off leaving only the muscles under it. That is when he noticed a birthmark on the stomach by the belly button, a birthmark that Myranda had. His eyes widened as he turned to look at Myranda.

He just had enough time to see the cold look on her face, before with a flash of movement he felt read out pain in his groan. He stumbled backwards as a small thump could be heard. He spun around his hands grabbing where the pain was only to feel a large amount of warm liquid and nothing else. He looked down to see that his breaches had been cut off and there on the ground in a bloody mess was his manhood.

"You know that was almost too easy." stated Myranda coldly as Ramsay stumbled back a bit, before falling into the dry creek bed beside the other body. His pants where soaked with blood.

"YOU BITCH WHY WHEN I GET DONE WITH YOU!" yelled Ramsay as he tried to pull his bow, he was a master of the bow and he was the one who taught Myranda how to shoot, he should be able to get her. He didn't with speed he had never seen in her Myranda drew multiple arrows sticking both his hands and shoulders before putting an arrow into the gap where his manhood once was. The pain was unbearable as he screamed in pain. Myranda just smiled down at him, pants around his ankles, arrows in his arms and another arrow in his diskless groan.

"Solider bring the girl." ordered Myranda as a massive man stepped out of the shadows with the crying women they had been hunting. The man was hooded and had his hand over her mouth gaging her.

"You…listen to me you whore." cursed Myranda as she looked at the whore, the whore now had wrappings over her wounds to stop the bleeding. "I will let you go if you do one thing for me."

"Anything." pleaded the woman as the man removed his hand allowing her to speak.

"Go back to the Dreadfort and report to the garrison that Ramsey Snow died like the dickless bastard he was." cursed Myranda as she spat toward him. "He turned down my marriage request too many times, made me share bed with other women and he is a true bastard. Snow was never so black as this bastard!"

"Don't call me that!" cursed Ramsay through the almost blinding pain. "I am not a Bastard!"

"I will do what I want, bastard you have no control over me Bastard." stated Myranda as she turned and looked at the girl. "Go, and let's hope we never meet again."

The breast less whore took off running heading toward the Dreadfort. Myranda watched her go and after a few moments she turned back to Ramsay and gave a smile enjoying her work.

"Well…now that we are alone." Said Myranda as she put the bow away and looked toward the hounds which where straining at their leashes which were wrapped around a tree. "I guess we can drop the act."

With that Myranda reached up to the side of her face and before Ramsay's eyes her face came off and a new person stood in their place. A young women, maybe a year or two his junior but her eyes where locked on him with hate.

"You know, I expected more from you." Admitted the woman "But then again, you haven't done the things I know you will do in time."

"Who…the fuck are you?" inquired Ramsay

"Arya Stark of Winterfell." said Arya with a slight smile as she kicked his manhood down on top of him. That was the manhood would have or did depending on the point of view thanks to time travel rapped her sister. "I am paying you back for your future crimes, all the pain you did or will do to Theon, the women you would have hunted and the ones you rapped."

"What are you talking about." Tried Ramsay not understanding what was happening.

"Time travel, Bastard. I am from the future a future where you cause nothing but pain for the entire North but now you will not even be remembered beside as a footnote of you being de maned before dying at the hands of a commoner bed warmer." stated Arya as she pulled out two glass viles from her vest, she opened one of them and reaching out poured the liquid on top the real Myranda's body. Then she did the same to on his chest. The smell was horrible and caused his eyes to water, however he now heard his hounds going crazy, he could hear the cord leashes beginning to strain to the point of breaking. "Before she and you where both eaten alive by your own hounds…a sad pittful end…an ending fit for a Bastard like you."

Ayra smiled a bit, as she saw this man reacted to being called a Bastard, on some levels that was a worse wound then de manning him.

"You will never win, my hounds will." started Ramsay as the first leash broke and the massive black hunting hound leaped forward, however instead of tearing into his two attackers the hound began to rip into Myranda's dead body. His eyes widened in confusion as the sound of the next leash straining could be heard.

"You where saying?" said Arya as she held up the two viles, even as the other hounds strained at the leashes. "A little mixture, attracts animals and makes them attack whatever it gets on. You will be killed by your own hounds and when the guards come they will think Myranda was killed by the same hounds after she killed you…what a shame. The many face god is here to take you this day, Ramsay Snow and may he take you to the worse hell imaginable."

Two leashes snapped and both hounds rushed past the body of Myranda and with jaws opened the bite down on his body, one going for his throat and ripping it out with his powerful muscles spraying the nearby trees with his blood. The last image he saw was Arya Stark looking down at him without so much of a smile. For her part Ayra didn't look away as Ramsay was torn apart and his blood was sprayed around the woods by his own dogs.

"We are done here." Said Arya as the Hound shook his head and looked down at the dogs eating their former masters.

"You aren't that little wolf I meet all those years ago." Stated the Hound

"No, I have changed." Stated Arya as she looked at what she had done and wondered what Gendry or her family would say about what she had just done. Jon wouldn't have approved, he would have wanted Ramsay to have a quick clean death, Sansa feed him to dogs in their past and would like it even if she wouldn't have watched the effects like she did. Bran…Bran likely wouldn't care but Gendry…Gendry would be horrified if he could see her now. She didn't even think of Robb, or her mother in the south, those two where Ghosts to her and not members of her pack in her eyes. "Maybe I haven't changed for the better."

"You haven't." confirmed the Hound as Arya looked at him.

"Just don't let revenge and hatred consume you." advised the Hound placing a hand on her shoulder. "If you do, you will turn out like me and you have people who care about you."

"So do you, I consider you my friend." admitted Arya "Even though you are a bastard."

"Same to you, bitch." Confirmed the Hound

It was just before the midday meal when the Ravens reached Kings Landing, there where three as well. It was a younger Maester manning the rookery when the Ravens arrived since the Grand Maester was in a small council meeting. He scanned the seals along each of the letters and blinked a few times wondering if he was actually seeing the right sigils on the seals. Then he looked at the handwriting, he had seen some of Tyrion Lannister's writing when he had sent as Hand of King and the other one, the one sealed with a simple looking purple wax which actually hid the imprint of a spider on it, that was Varys personal seal, one he rarely used. Seeing all of these he picked up the letters and headed toward the council chambers. Two knights of the King Guards stood at the entrees meaning that the King himself was in the meeting, there where Lannister guards like normal however in addition to them where four man dressed in polish silver armor and green cloaks over their left shoulders while a long sword sat on their right hip. House Tyrell guards which meant one or more of the highest members of house Tyrell was also in the meeting. He began to shake a bit as one of the King's guard disappeared inside the council room only to come back a few moments later with Grand Maester Pycelle.

"I told you not to interrupt this meeting." chastised the aged Maester

"Forgive me, but these just came in." explained the young Maester as he held out the three letters, like him Grand Maester Pycelle looked at the seals, the hand writing on the outside.

"This can't be right." Said Pycelle softly as he thought about it. "Very well, I will take it from here, go back to your duties."

With that the younger Maester turned and left the chamber while Pycelle looked at the seal, he knew that the Lord hand would want to open these letters himself but he wouldn't want to have the meeting interrupted. So he turned and walked back into the chamber, his absence had hardly been noted as they discussed the wedding plans. The whole council had been assembled including, Queen Cersei, King Joffrey and in addition to them was the Queen of Thrones Olenna Tyrell, Mace Tyrel the Lord of High Garden and Lady Margaery Tyrell future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. The only council members missing was Ser Jaime Lannister as Lord Commander of the King's Guard and Varys the spider, Master of Whispers.

"77 courses is more than enough." stated Olenna "I dare say most will not make it past seven."

"We will have two Kings Guard watching the kitchen and food tasters for every dish set before the King, our new Queen and the rest of the royal party." Stated Ser Meryn Trent who was acting as Lord Commander of the Kings Guard in Ser Jaime absence. "Two more will be behind the King and our new Queen while the others will move among the crowds keeping a close watch."

"Good." Stated Tywin as he looked at Grand Maester "Now that you have returned, we will require you to be ready with multiple different anti-poisons and other brews to aid in case the worse should happen. Have your other Maester spread out around the hall as well, ready for anything."

"Will do…my Lord." Said Pycelle

"Grand Maester, if I may inquire why did you leave just now." Inquired Margaery

"Letters came in by raven." Answered Grand Maester Pycelle

"They must be important for them not to wait for a small council meeting, so please present them to the council." added Olenna "Please do share."

"This isn't the time or the place…" started Tywin

"Read the damn letters." Ordered King Joffrey as Grand Maester bowed his head, he had to follow the orders of his King, even if the Hand was the real power. He couldn't go against him in such a position like this before the small council and one of the great lords of the Realm.

"As your grace commands." said Pycelle as he looked at the scrolls deciding which one to pull first. He decided to pull the one sealed with the red lion of Lannister. He pulled it and was about to hand it down the table to the hand.

"Outload." ordered Joffrey as Pycelle gulped but nodded.

"From Lord Tyrion Lannister, from Winterfell." Read Pycelle

"Winterfell?" inquired Cersei as the rest of the council looked at the Grand Maester who nodded his head in conformation, as he broke the seal and unrolled the scroll.

To the Lannister's of Kings Landing and the Small Council of Joffrey Waters.

"Waters!" yelled Joffrey his hand slamming the table. "I am not some Bastard! I am the KING!"

"I know your grace but that is what the letter reads." defended Pycelle

"Proceed." Ordered Tywin

To the Lannister's of King Landing and the Small Council of Joffrey Waters

I hope it is you for open this father, it would be so sweet to see your face as you read these words however sadly that isn't possible. One of the greatest moments of my life was when I shot you with a crossbow as you sat on a privity as I escaped King's Landing after falsely being accused of Joffrey's murder at his own wedding feast by poisoned wine, a murder that was actually done by Orlenna Tyrell and Little Finger. However those events where in my past and your future, from what we know happened our past selves disappeared when we were brought back in time through magical means. I wonder if you carried out a search for me, the castle is rather big and I am a little man a lot of places to hid. No matter, I am in Winterfell along with Jaime and an army which will soon be turned loss against you and our real enemy, the White Walkers and the army of the dead. It is likely impossible for you to believe me without seeing what we have become but someday we will face each other again. Until then we will just have to play the game, by the way your little play with me and Sansa failed, and we will stop your surprise for the Northern Army at the Twins.

Lord Tyrion Lannister Hand of the Queen

"What kind of Mummer thought of this?" inquired Cersei

"A bad one." Confirmed Little Finger hiding his rage and yet also wondering how could this clearly false letter know of his plan to kill the King. Then he noticed the look on the Hand's face, it was pale, clearly something had gotten to him as well.

"You said Letters." said Mace

"Aye, my Lord." Said Pycelle as he reached and pulled the next one, one from Varys. He broke the seal again.

Lord Hand, Lords and Ladies of the Small Council and whoever else is reading this.

I serve no house, I have no house, I only serve the realm as a whole, as such I feel that my loyalties will always be questioned. I have followed three Kings in my time and a Queen, the three Kings have all been without a question horrible for the realm and its people, the Queen is a different matter. I will work for her and her house as long as they serve the best of the realm which is what they are doing now. I will give you two warnings and one piece of advice, I speak for the good of the Realm and it's people not this lord or that lord. The warnings, Peter Baelish better known as Little Finger is one of the most dangerous men in Westeros and would watch this country burn if he could be King of the ashes do not trust him in. The second is the blunter one and to the point, you can't win and a greater threat is coming down from beyond the Wall. The piece of advice is this, bend the knee and help our new Queen rule and prepare for the Long Night which is coming.

Lord Varys Masters of Whispers

The council chamber was quiet for a moment, and this time it was Olenna Tyrell who seamed quiet deep in thought.

"Who is this Queen they are talking about?" inquired Little Finger as he spoke up.

"It I what the last letter may contain." Stated the Grand Measter as he pulled the last scroll from the folds of his robes and showed the seals, including the three headed Dragon of House Targaryen.

"The Targaryen girl?" inquired Joffrey as he looked at his Grandfather. "She is on the other side of the world in Slaver's bay."

"Not according to this, this is also from Winterfell my King." reported the Grand Measter as he tore open the letter and began to read.

To Lord Tywin Lannister and the Other Lords and Ladies of the Small council and court at King's Landing.

Almost 300 years ago, Aegon the Conquer Landed in Westeros and through fire and blood raised the Dragon Standard of House Targaryen from the wall to the Red Mountains of Dorne forging the separate Kingdoms into one. Less than twenty years ago, the Dragon was driven from Westeros, but now they have returned. The War of the Five Kings will cause nothing but pain and suffering and for no gain for any of the living in the end, a greater threat is coming and the Realms of Men must be united to prepare for the war to come against the White Walkers who are gathering any army of the Dead beyond the Wall and in time they will sweep south. We know this because through magical those whom have sworn to Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen, first of her name have been sent back in time from the area around Winterfell. We have returned so that humanity may have a second chance. I send this message to all the great and noble lords and ladies, to all landed knights and hedge knights, to every common man and women. I am not my father, he was mad and rightfully was overthrown but the dragons have returned those who bend the knee will be allowed to keep land and titles, those who don't will be forced to in order to face the real enemy. I pray to the Old Gods and the New that you will accept this offer so that the realm can prepare for the real threat because be we the blood of the first men, the Rhoynar, the Andals or the blood of old Valyria we are all living humans and we have a greater enemy then each other in the dead and those who control them.

Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen 1st of her Name

Lord Tyrion Lannister Hand of the Queen

Lord Jon Stark

Lord Yohn Royce Master of Law

Lord…

"That is enough." Stated Tywin raising his hand to add force to his words.

"Lord Hand there are dozens of names mostly from the Reach and North." reported the Maester

"Clearly this is a fake, some attempt to get us to turn against each other." Stated Joffrey "Meant to divert us from our real enemies."

"Yes, wise of you your grace to see through this falsehood." stated Pycelle but those with wisdom where looking not at the King but at his Grandfather the Hand of the King. He looked unsure which was rare for him and it didn't last long as he regained composer and straightened up in his chair.

"So let's get back to this, wedding." Ordered Joffrey wanting to get this meeting done with.

It was nearing dinner as Daenerys stood in the stood in the map room overlooking multiple maps, she had been studying the map, plotting out what actions would likely need to be done. While she wasn't a warrior herself or trained formally in the art of war she had seen enough of war planning to know some important things. She knew at the moment she was in a good defensive position, the Lannister and Northern/River lords where all south of the Neck. They could take that with Dragons with ease from the Iron born and the Moat Calinin had never fallen from attacks from the South. The Vale was likewise also a perfect defensive position with the only land route being across the bloody gate, with Dragons and the Vale forces she had, the Vale should fall in line with ease as well. That gave her two safe locations to win back the Seven Kingdoms, the issue was if the Walkers came down before the South was united again, she was so lost in thought she didn't hear the footsteps until someone cleared her throat behind her. She turned to see Missandei standing waiting for her, she smiled at her.

"Your grace." greated Missandei with a bow of her head.

"Missandei, you are my friend, as long as we are not in formal setting or around other people feel free to call me by my name." said Daenerys with a warm smile.

"Very well." Said Missandei as she bowed her head again before looking her Queen, no her friend in the eye. "If I may ask, what are we going to do about the Masters in slavers bay?"

Daenerys closed her eyes and let out a resigned sigh.

"I want to burn them, to end that horrible trade to end slavery but at the moment we cannot do so." Admitted Daenerys her fist turning white in frustration. She had worked so hard to end slavery in Slavers bay but it was now undone and slavery was back. "You saw the dead just as I did, they are the larger threat to humanity but as soon as we are done with them we will end slavery once and for all."

"I agree your Grace." Said Missandei with pain in her own voice. "The Dead are the greater threat, still we need to bring the rest of our people over, the Unsullied who are still over there. I know Grey Worm would never bring it up personally he doesn't feel it is his right to do so but that is a huge concern of him and his men, they have marched, fought and bleed with those men they want to unite their forces."

Daenerys paused for a moment considering.

"That is on my mind as well, once Lord Manderly assumes control of White Harbor, I will send word to the Unsullied and Ser Barristan of what has happened." explained Daenerys "With Lord Varys' contacts and the gold in the treasury we will be able to hire ships to bring them over and the my "little" dragon Viserion."

"It will be good to see three dragons in the sky again." Said Missandei as Deanarys nodded her head again.

"But once the war for the dawn is won, then the dragons will go back to slavers bay and by the time they are done there will be no one enslaved there." Promised Daenerys

Far to the North the bitter cold could be felt as the massive host of Free Folk and Giants headed South toward the Wall. Men, women and children marched in the host as they brought everything they had from their abounded homes with them. Some road in dog carts, others on top of the few live stock large enough to carry them. They all followed a single man, Mance Rayder the King Beyond the Wall. He had won their respect and the right to rule and now he had to get them to safety on the other side of the wall. He stood there watching a pair of Giants walk past with a massive mammoths which carried two young giants on its back. Only feet away a woman walked beside herding a couple of pigs through the snow even as her boy, 4 or 5 sat on top of a fatten hog like it was a mighty southern warhorse. It was a strange sight to see. The host had basically stopped for the night, the front of the force had already stopped and was setting up camp, the rear was still coming in as they packed in tight to have a better defense against what they all knew was out there.

"Mance!" yelled a voice as he turned to see a man in a large amount of bones.

"Lord of Bones, what is it." Stated Mance

"You will not believe it if I don't show you." stated the Lord of Bones as he turned and lead the King Beyond the Wall toward the Southern front of the host. A large number of warriors where gathered in a thick crowd and a few giants stood nearby all with weapons out but no one was making a move to attack. "Stand aside you idiots!"

They parted as Mance moved through to the front only to stop, there standing under the red leaves of a weir wood tree was a man dressed in black. He wore the chain mail and armor of the Night's watch, he had southern sword and southern style of clothing. His skin was off color, it actually lacked any color and had a cold look to it, clearly, he was dead. That wouldn't have been too odd, they had come across a few dead crows over the past couple of days but this one was standing there. The odd thing was that his eyes weren't blue.

"You must be Mance." greeted the Dead Ranger as Mance was taken aback, they had never encountered a wight which could talk beside some screaming. "I am Benjen Stark, former Head Ranger of the Nights Watch and yes I am dead."

"So where are your masters, the Walkers." cursed Mance as he prepared for a battle.

"I don't serve the Walkers, I may be dead but I serve the living." Explained Benjen as he looked toward the weir wood tree. "I believe you have to come out now."

At first Mance didn't know who he was talking to then out from behind the tree came a small figure, she at least it looked like a she was about the size of a 12 year old and had bark like skin and hair that looked like moss. Mance and the others took a deep breath.

"A children of the Forest?" inquired Mance, they where suppose to be dead.

"Yes." confirmed the child as three more appeared out from behind the tree but stayed back by the tree. "I am called Leaf and it is through our Magic that Benjen Stark doesn't serve the Walkers."

"I see." Said Mance as he looked at the children and this Stark.

"We have come to give you a message from the South, the wall will be opened to you and your people." announced Leaf as Mance looked at her confused. "More details will come but you must push to the South with all speed, the Night King will move to take your people and add them to his army. He did it in the future and it almost carried the day for him."

"What are you talking about?" inquired Mance confused, he was planning for a massive battle to take the wall and here it was open now and the talk about the future was confusing.

"Time travel, the three eyed raven the most powerful green seer transported himself along with his allies who were losing the battle of Winterfell back in time for a second chance. We are now living that second chance." explained Leaf "You will learn more soon, but you must head South as fast as possible and to help, we will provide you with some aid."

"How so?" inquired Mance "You are welcome to join us."

"No…there are only a dozen of us and we can move faster, don't need as much rest and get to the South sooner and the woods are our home not yours." Explained Leaf as she nodded toward Benjen who turned around and picked up a large bag and walked forward. He held it out as Mance moved forward and took it. He looked into the pack and saw a lot of black dragon glass knives and arrow heads. "Dragon glass can kill both the wights and the Walkers themselves. The only one immune to Dragon glass is the Night King himself."

"Thank you." said Mance as he tried to remember if there was any supply of Dragon glass nearby, this bag wasn't enough for his army. There was some along the frozen shore and in the Frost Fangs there was some as well.

"Don't worry about getting more, just get South of the wall, there is an island called Dragon Stone which is basically made up totally of Dragon glass." Advised Benjen "Just get going, we don't know how long until the Night King descends upon us all. Good luck."

"You too, Dead Crow." Said Mance before creaking a grin "I meet your Nephew, the Bastard Jon Snow, he is with my raiders now."

"He isn't." countered Benjen as he returned the grin. "He came back with the Three eyed raven and a few thousand others, along with two dragons. Also he is not a Bastard, he never was. He is the trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen and my sister Lyanna Stark and would be heir to the Iron Throne but from what Leaf as told me, he is going to settle for King Consort to Queen Daenerys Targaryen."

Mance just looked at him not knowing what to say.

"The little crow is a King?" inquired the Lord of Bones

"More will be explained later, just keep moving." Explained Leaf as another child of the forest walked out leading a horse. Benjen quickly got it as out of the woods six large elk came out as well, the children climb onto the elk, two on each one and the elk forming a party of six elks and a single horse.

"We will work on clearing the route in front of you as we go but move fast, the enemy is on the march and we don't know where they will strike." Advised Benjen as Mance nodded his head and with the horse in the lead headed out into the darkening forest.

"Well that was interesting." said the Lord of Bones.

"Order the people to keep going, I want a strong rear guard." ordered Mance as everyone looked at him. "We are being hunted, we need to move fast and spread these weapons out among our best fighters and anyone who has any tiny scrap of Dragon glass will hand it over. We need weapons."

Night had fully fallen over the land as Bran Stark finally opened his eyes, again. He sat beside the weir wood tree in Winterfell's Godswood, he took a deep breath letting out his breath which was visible in the cool night air.

"Lord Stark." Said a voice as Bran turned his head to see a boy maybe 13 or 14 year old sitting on a rock with a stick in his hand. He seamed to have been playing in the dirt with the stick.

"Who are you?" inquired Bran as he looked around, there were a dozen guards protecting him.

"Lord Stark…well Lady Stark gave me and some other children the job of waiting on you and making sure you have what you need." explained the boy as he held up a silver stag like it was a prize fit for a King. For a Lord or Lady a Silver Stag was nothing really, but to a commoner a Silver Stag was more money than they could make in a month and they where getting that a day so maybe it was a prize fit for a King in the eyes of this little boy. "The Maester had other duties and you haven't moved for over a day."

Bran shifted a bit in his chair, his body did feel stiff and he needed to go to the privy and get something to eat for sure. He wasn't attached to a weir wood tree like the other Raven. He needed sleep, food and the like, he had pushed his body too far and now he was paying for it.

"What hour is it?" inquired Bran

"Past midnight my lord, I believe." Answered the boy as Bran let out a breath again.

"Very well, go to the kitchen and get some hot stew and I will need the Maester's help in getting ready for bed." ordered Bran "I need to check one thing so if I am in the network when you get just wait."

"Yes, my Lord." said the boy as he ran off, when the boy ran off to the kitchen Bran's eyes rolled back in his head as he checked to see if Robb had gotten the letter. He would inform the others if he had and then retire to bed. After a few minutes his eyes snapped open and he turned toward the guards.

"Get her Grace and my cousin and sister at once, gather every member of the council still in Winterfell." Ordered Bran as the guards paused for a moment before rushing off to carry out the request.

The knock at the door in the middle of the night wasn't welcomed by anyone but slowly they came. Daenerys, Jon, Sansa and Varys all arrived in the great hall where Bran sat beside a roaring fire holding a bowl of soup in his hands as he took drinks from it like it was a hot drink.

"Bran what is it?" inquired Sansa

"They didn't believe us." announced Bran "Robb and the others believe our letters are fakes and they believe that it is a Lannister trick and that the Twins is about to be attacked. They are now rushing to the Twins. They are rushing toward their deaths."

Well I hope you liked this chapter and the reactions of everyone who got the letters, also the Death of Ramsay. Now the game is about to begin for real. Now until next time Please keep reading. Thanks Wilkins75.