Chapter 10 The Dragon's Roar Part 1.
Jon followed Lord Howland Reed into yard of Greywater Watch to get there he had to cross a drawbridge or was it a gangplank he wasn't sure. It had the same effect as he entered the tiny yard surrounded by buildings or was it one single building. The entire castle seemed to be floating on four large hulls with decking across them forming a single massive ship.
"Uncle Eddard never said Greywater Watch was a ship?" inquired Jon as he walked into the small yard, it was about the size of the Lord's Quarters in Winterfell and had a wooden floor or would it be a deck, was this a castle or a ship, both.
"I don't believe your Uncle knew." admitted Howland as they turned and entered the great hall. It was tiny with three long tables, two length wise in the room and the Lord's table on a raised platform. Sitting nearby was a large chair with the scaled hid of a lizard lion draped over its back, the Lords chair, beside it was a less ornate chair for his wife covered with images of plants and two chairs for his children. "We like to keep that a secret; the Castle can move up and down the major channels of the Neck allowing us to move and making it harder for our enemies to find us. But to move even a league will take about a fortnight but we can move unlike places like Winterfell."
"I can understand it." said Jon "I must thank your house for what your son and daughter did, in our time not only did they help Bran become the Three Eyed Raven which is…"
"I know what the three eyed Raven is." stated Holland as Jon blinked in confusion however Howland gave him a playful smile, a smile of an older man who knew more then what others expected him to know. "House Reed remembers things that even that the North has forgotten, we remember the age of heroes, the war for dawn, the last hero, the army of the dead with their blue eyes and the Night King."
"We should, dear husband." added a new female voice as Jon turned toward the voice to see a short woman with a slightly off skin tone and yellow cat like eyes walking toward them from another room. Jon just blinked and looked at her, she wasn't human that was for sure not fully. The best answer he came up with was a child of the forest, she had some of the traits old nan would tell about the children in her stories but she was too tall and too human.
"Lord Jon Stark allow me to introduce my wife, Lady Maple Reed." introduced Howland while he smiled at his wife. "Her great grandmother was a child of the forest and her family is among the ruling council of the green men on the isle of faces."
That caused Jon to blink, the green man was an ancient and secret order that no one was supposed to be able to contact. No one had gone to the Isle of Faces in the middle of the massive lake the God's Eyes in the heart of the Riverland's even the Targaryen dragons had been forced away it was said by the magic of the children. Every ship was forced back as well, sometimes a figure dressed in green would be seen from the shoreline or a ship but that was rare event. The entire isle was supposedly protected by the magic of the Children of the Forest and the Green Man which formed them to protect the place where the Pact of Peace was made before the age of heroes thousands of years ago.
"So we have a new Raven? That seams fast considering my children left only a year ago." stated Lady Maple as she moved to stand next to her husband.
"Well…Lady Reed it had been more than a year." stated Jon as he took a breath. "It has been in truth over five years, Winter came and the army of the dead broke through the wall and marched on Winterfell. An army of Northerns, Vale Knights and the armies of Deanery's Targaryen all stood against the undead with two dragons. We were beaten badly, the dead over ran our positions, they climbed over the walls of Winterfell and the Night King survived a direct blast of dragon fire and a valyrian dagger to stand before Bran. Right before he could kill him, Bran used his magic and pulling on the magic of the Night King himself sent everyone still alive back in time so that we can have a second chance."
"I see." said Lady Reed taking in the news as she placed a delegate hand under her chin. She seamed to be considering if the story could be true.
"Would the magic Three eyed Raven be that powerful?" inquired Howland as he looked at his lady Wife. She had grown up among the Green men and she knew more about the magic of the children then he could ever know.
"Not that I am aware of." confirmed Maple "That sort of magic…well that should be impossible without a grand council of all the green seers and the Night King killed all of them in the war if the stories are true."
She saw the confused look on Jon's face.
"Like men, the children of the forest where not a united people. They had multiple different tribes, run by a grand green seer basically a three eyed raven but slightly less powerful." explained Lady Maple "It was their grand power which was used to break the two land bridges and they attempted to break the land bridge here in the neck as well...they failed here."
"Three?" asked Jon as he thought about it, stories where that the children called the sea forth to shallow the land to break the North off from the rest of Westeros by flooding the neck, they failed and so it was a swamp. The broken arm of Dorne which the first men walked from Essos to Westeros had to be another one of these land bridges but what was the third.
"If the stories are to be believed, just like how the broken arm of Dorne used to connected Westeros to Essos, there was another arm in the far north beyond the lands of always winter which connected Northern Westeros to Northern Essos." explained Lady Maple. "It took the powers of every green steer chieftain to do that, I don't see how the three eyed Raven could pull you back in time by himself."
"Bran said he had to use his power plus allow the Night King to get close enough to grab him and draw his power as well." explained Jon "Even then it almost killed him."
"The Night King is by far the most powerful magical being that I am aware of. That would make it possible and that fact that are standing before us help give it credit. The Night King is far more powerful than any Green Seer combined his power with the Seer and yes it could work." confirmed Maple as she considered that before thinking of something more personal. "So you are from the future are my children also older?"
"I am from the future but none of your children came back with us." explained Jon "From what Bran told me, Jorgen died North of the Wall and once back in Winterfell Meera returned to Greywater Watch all before the battle with the dead. We did find them before they went North of the Wall so they are on their way back to Winterfell as we speak and I will make sure they head back home as soon as they can."
"It will be good to have them home." admitted Maple with the same concern that any mother would have.
"But you are from the future?" inquired Howland
"Yes, about 5 years in the future." explained Jon "Winter came and with it the White Walkers and the armies of the dead. Even with all the forces and two full grown dragons we gathered it wasn't enough and we lost half our forces before Bran was able to send us back in time for this second chance."
"I see." said Howland rubbing his chin. "And what is your plan?"
"Currently, stop the Northern forces and the forces of the Riverland from being slaughtered at the Twins and save as many people as possible while uniting the people to stand against the dead." explained Jon
"Under whom?" inquired Maple "You are the son of the late Crown Prince and Heir to the Iron Throne."
"I don't want it, but there is someone far better suited to sit the Iron Throne, Daenerys of House Targaryen." explained Jon shaking his head as he turned down the throne. "She has shown that she is not her father, she puts the need of the people before her own and on a personal level I must add she is the woman I love and we are betrothed."
Jon couldn't help but smile as he thought of Daenerys which told the Reeds that this wasn't just some political alliance.
"Your Uncle Eddard was always a good judge of character, let's hope you are the same." Said Howland "You will have to explain this all to my people before we march on the Twins however you have my support."
"I thank you Lord Reed." said Jon as Howland raised his hand.
"I will not swear House Reed's loyalty to your Queen." added Howland "We follow House Stark and we are not going to fight against them, once they bend the knee so shall we but we will help save them from this threat. We will aid you in saving them from the Twins and we will not fight against you but outside of the attack on the Twins we will not follow you or your Queen."
"Thank you." said Jon as he took a deep breath. "Personally House Stark is semi-divided right now, Sansa, Arya and Bran all came back with us and bent the knee to our Queen and she has legitimized me as the Jon Stark the trueborn son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen but Rickon and Robb where both dead in our time. We already saved Rickon, he should be heading back to Winterfell with your children but Robb and Lady Catelyn Stark are a different matter."
"Still Robb is our Lord and our King so we will not bend the knee to your Queen, however the moment he does so shall we." confirmed Howland as Jon nodded his head. "You will have our help to take the Twins, truth be told that will not be hard to convince my people to do that. Our rivalry with House Frey goes back to the Marsh Kings before the King's of Winter conquered these lands."
"I would ask one other thing from you besides your aid in saving Robb and his army?" inquired Jon
"What is that?" inquired Howland concerned.
"You to speak to Robb, Lady Stark and the other Lords about what you know about my birth and who my parents are." explained Jon as Howland laughed and nodded his head.
"I will do you one better, I will tell you how your parents meet each other and fell in love." added Howland as Jon tilted his head a bit. "I will tell you the story of the Knight of the Laughing Tree at the tournament at Harrenhal in the Year of the false Spring."
While Jon was being greeted in the smallest hall in the North, Deanery's sat beside Lord Manderly on her right and Lord Royce on her left as she sat in the Merman's hall in the Heart of New Castle in the city of White Harbor. Lord Manderly sat on the Merman's throne in the center of the long table which sat on a raised section of the great hall, since it was his seat it was right for him to have that honor. Deanery's being Queen could have forced the issue but she didn't want to and it would have looked bad to the people she was trying to win over. Those people where filling the massive hall, they included many landed knights, minor lords and leaders of the communities from guild masters, Measters and Septons. They were all confused by the sight before them but they were more confused by the Dragon they had seen flying over the city and it's harbor.
"My Lords and Ladies, I have much to explain to you all." stated Lord Manderly as food began to come out from the massive kitchens as he began to tell the story of events yet to come, how he traveled North and missed the Red Wedding, how the Boltons and Freys betrayed the North and Riverlands, how House Stark reclaimed Winterfell with the aid of the Free Folk, Vale and other Northern houses, to his shame not his. Then he told of Deanery's and how she arrived in Westeros, the battles in the South, then coming North after King Jon bent the knee to her and then the army of the dead, the walkers and coming back in time. Finally, he finished and all eyes were on him, her and the other lords who traveled back in time.
"You must be joking?" inquired one of the minor lords
"I am not." confirmed Lord Manderly "As you can see for yourself I am much older than when I headed South with King Robb, so are others who were here only days ago have aged."
There was a moment of silence in the great hall because while there where many who didn't want to believe the story, they were told it was hard for them not to believe it since people they knew well where now visibly older. Like other places across the North, White Harbor had seen a good number of men disappear into dust, that had alarmed everyone but now those men where back older and all claimed the same story.
"My Lords and Ladies." said a Septon who had come to Winterfell with Lord Manderly and had come back in time with them. "You know me, I was born within this city and trained to be a member of the Faith here, and as hard as it is to believe it is the truth. We have all seen the army of the dead and they are the true."
"Even so, how can we trust the daughter of the Mad King?" inquired other voices in the hall, it was at this moment that Daenerys rose to her feet. When she did all eyes were drawn to her, she hadn't spoken a word since entering the hall.
"You are not wrong to question me." confirmed Deanery's as she moved around the table to stand Infront of it. "My father, and my brother Viserys where both mad and should have been kept far away from power, those houses who rose against them where right to do so. They needed to be put down and you did the right thing doing so. As one can see and those who came back with me can give witness to I am not my father and I ask for every mad King how many good Kings are there? Aegon the Conquer who brought seven waring Kingdoms into one and stopped countless deaths between each of the Kingdoms. Jaehaerys the Conciliator who ruled over these Lands for decades and others. These men know of what I have done and their words can be added to my own but I shall explain myself."
"I freed an army of slave soldiers, the Unsullied and then used them and others to free the slaves of slaver bay from slavery which has been there since before the Empire of Ghis who ruled that land before Valeria rose to power and when this land was ruled by the Children of the Forest and the Giants. I then united the Khaleesi of the Dothraki Horse Lords and with them came across the Narrow Sea and landed on Dragon Stone." explained Deanery's "I could have easily attacked Kings Landing killing everyone as I took the city but I do not want to slaughter anyone. Very life has value be it a noble or common, true born or bastard, man or woman their lives have value. Then Jon came down from the North and in time showed me our real enemy. My army marched to Winterfell and then took part in the battle. We didn't have to, but I knew the army of the Dead was our real threat because we all have warm blood in our veins and our enemies do not."
"Still, we fought against the Targaryen's, Lord Eddard Stark lead us along with King Robert and we killed every Targaryen minus you and your brother." countered Lady Leona Manderly
"Forgive me my Lady but you are mistaken, there are more Targaryens than that." corrected Daenerys "There are in fact two others, one on the wall and the other is riding my other adult dragon right now and he grew up in the North, in Winterfell hidden in plain sight and protected by his Uncle Lord Eddard Stark."
There was a moment of confusion as everyone looked at her.
"My Brother Rhaegar didn't kidnap Lyanna Stark they ran off together and after he had the High Septon cancelled his marriage to Prince Elia Martell, they wed and had a son." Explained Daenerys "Sadly Lady Lyanna died in childbirth and gave her son to her brother to raise and protect, pretending he was his own bastard."
"Jon Snow?" inquired Lady Leona as she realized.
"Jon Stark now, trueborn son of Lady Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targayen." confirmed Daenerys "Jon doesn't wish to be a Targayen, he wants to be a Stark like he always dreamed of and he doesn't want the Throne either. However he will be King Consort when he and I wed and our children will rule the Seven Kingdoms after we are gone."
Daenerys smiled daydreaming a bit of her and Jon's wedding and their future children, then she looked up at the faces of the men and women in the chamber. Daenerys could see the looks being shared among the Lords and Ladies in the room as well as the other leaders of White Harbor. She had dumped a lot of information on them, not only about the dead and future events but also about other items. By telling them of the Unsullied, the Dothraki and most of all the second full grown dragon she had given them a threat. Similar to a show of a shelved sword on a knight's belt but she had also given them news that Lord Eddard, a man loved in the North had protected a Targaryen and that a Northsman would be King Consort. That would mean the North would have a lot of pull in Kings Landing something they never had. There was also the fact that Lord Manderly was Master of Coin which was also giving the North power in court they normally didn't have but a council position could be taken away, a marriage is harder to break and while she may in time replace Lord Manderly as Master of Coin she would never replace Jon and the next Targaryen ruler would have Northern blood.
"So I ask, with humbly before the eyes of the Old Gods and the New that you bend the knee to me and together we rebuild the Seven Kingdoms and help prepare because…Winter is Coming and the Dead come with it. Only together can we make it." said Daenerys as she looked around the room. Slowly one by one the leaders of White Harbor looked at each other before one of them an aged landed Knight rose to his feet and pulled his sword and Raised it up before placing it at her feet.
"I followed the Dragon in the past, I will follow it now." stated the aged Knight as one by one others followed suit, those who didn't have swords went to their knees before her and Lady Leana still not sure of Daenerys followed the will of the others.
"Queen Daenerys White Harbor is yours." Announced Willian Manderly as Daenerys smiled and nodded her head.
"Thank you, my Lord." Said Daenerys "However there is work to do, Moat Cailin must be taken and we need to save the Northern Forces at the twins."
"And so we shall." stated Manderly as he turned to his daughter-in-law. "If I recall Lord Robb Stark had ordered us to prepare a force to retake Moat Cailin."
Lady Leana flinched a little, as King Robb was called Lord before nodding a confirmation.
"We were preparing them, but it takes time." stated Lady Leana "Only the Order of the Green Hand is ready to ride and they alone will not be able to take Moat Cailin."
"A force from the Vale left a few hours ago." announced Lord Royce
"And 500 Dothraki are riding down from Winterfell as we speak." added Daenerys "Also we have a Dragon."
In an almost matching sense minus the size of the Hall Jon sat beside Lord Howland Reed and his Lady Wife as they explained what was happening. Maybe it was the fact that the men of the neck had such a strong connection with the children of the forest or the fact that their own lord confirmed that Jon was indeed the son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen but he soon had a force of nearly 400 strong men heading out on flat bottom boats toward the South West. They would follow the network of small rivers in the swamps until they reached hard ground which marked the border of the North and Riverlands, then it was just a short march over land to the Northern most headwater of the Green Fork of the Trident. Their boats where small and light enough to be carried by four men and they would carry them overland to the river and then ride down it.
"We will push through the night, with luck we should reach the Twins by midday tomorrow." stated Howland
"Let's hope, Robb will likely push his men as well and should be arriving there around the same time." confirmed Jon as he thought about what he would do, on Dragon back he could reach the Twins by sundown and they would have no defense against a Dragon. He could destroy them but then who would hold the bridge, that was a key crossing and had to be taken and held. He could fly down ahead of them and go find Rob but that was something he wasn't ready for and he didn't think Lady Stark would believe him and she would call him a traitor at best deserter from the nights watch at worse and take his head. No, she would never believe him alone, she would believe Sansa or Arya but neither of them where here.
"Lord Stark may I ask something of you?" inquired Lady Maple Reed as she walked up.
"Of course, my lady." said Jon
"My family on the Isle of Faces need to be warned about coming White Walkers." explained Maple "To travel down to them by foot or by horse in the middle of a war would not be recommended. Can you take me on your Dragon to the Ilse of faces?"
"Of course, my lady." answered Jon in truth he was excited because no one was suppose to visit the island in the center of the largest lake in Westeros. Jon as he looked at Rhaegal who was sleeping having finished a large meal.
"He may still a little tired from the past couple of days of flying, why don't we eat and let him keep resting?" explained Jon as Lady Maple nodded her head in understanding.
"It may be for the best, better I arrive there after sundown." Stated Lady Maple
Far to the North the Wall had just become visible as Ser Brienne of Tarth along with a guide from House Forester and another Knight of the Vale. They walked beside the King's road along with the two children of house Reed, the wildling spear wife, the simple-minded giant Hodor, Rickon Stark and two very large Dire wolves.
"So, I was murdered outside of Winterfell?" inquired Rickon again, Lady Brienne nodded her head wishing that the Vale Knight hadn't told them that. Even so it couldn't be helped, too many people saw Rickon die on the battlefield outside of Winterfell.
"Sorry, but it did happen in our past your future it will not happen now." stated Brienne as the sound of horses could be heard coming from behind them. She turned to see a rider coming over a nearby hill, her natural instincts where to get ready for a fight but then she saw the moon and falcon of house Arryn flying from the banner.
"Looks like we don't have to walk anymore." Stated the Vale Knight as more riders came over the hill followed by two carts, one full of supplies the other with supplies but as well as two important people.
"Ser Brienne good to see you." greeted a tiny man with a thick beard "It has been too long."
"It has only been a few days my Lord." countered Brienne but it was clear that Tyrion was just playing around with her for his own slight amusement.
"Really feels like a lot longer, Lord Tarly and I where just debating the history of…" started Tyrion as Brienne raised an hand.
"Forgive me my Lord but we need to get Rickon and the others back to Winterfell, may we take your second cart and two of the horses." interrupted Brienne, she was in no mood to listen to some long-winded debate.
"That is why we brought them." confirmed Tyrion "Are you sure you don't want to go with us to Castle Black it is only a day's ride down the road."
"And you will have a day or two there resting before heading back, by then we will back in Winterfell." Countered Brienne "Better to get Rickon home to his family."
"Aye, my Lady." Confirmed Tyrion as he gave the orders. Within ten minutes the second cart which had more then enough supplies for them was turned around along with two horses which had come North without riders. Brienne and the Vale Knight took them while the Guild from house Forester took the cart as the others got into the back. Even Summer and Shaggydog jumped onto the back of the Cart.
"Safe journey Lady Brienne, when you get to Winterfell give my brother my greetings will you?" inquired Tyrion as he watched Brienne closely, she attempted to hide it but he saw the blush on her face.
"I will my Lord, and safe journey to you as well." confirmed Brienne as she headed South, two more Vale Knights joined the party as extra defense. They wouldn't be needed with Tyrion and Sam's party there where still over a dozen battle hardened knights with them.
"Shall we go." said Tyrion to Sam as the party headed down the road toward Castle Black.
"High…Low…Middle…High!" ordered Ser Jaime Lannister as he stood in the yard of Winterfell calling out commands as two men much younger than him spared. One was clearly better than the other getting four hits for each of the single strikes the other one managed, Podrick Payne was no longer the young squire which had headed out with Brienne all those years ago. He was a battle-hardened man, skilled with the sword and more than ready for Knighthood, he had fought the army of the dead which was more than enough to make anyone a knight in his view. The other man was about the same age, maybe a little older but he was lacking with skills with the sword. Gendry's sword swing came a beat to late as Podrick's blunted training sword slammed into the side of his rib cage hitting the thick padding he wore. If this was a fight Gendry would have lost a long time ago but this wasn't.
"You need to move faster." ordered Jaime as Gendry nodded his head.
"Sorry, my Lord." apologized Gendry "I am used to a hammer."
"Which is why we are starting with a sword." countered Jaime "Every knight needs to know how to use a sword."
"Ser Brienne says it is the most common weapon on the battlefield and if you disarmed then you need to be able to pick it off a dead enemy or friend." added Podrick
"That isn't true." countered Gendry taking a moment to get his breath. "The most common weapon are spears. We used to make a lot of spear tips when I was in King's Landing."
"You are both right, spears are the most common weapon for common foot soldiers but for knights it's the sword." stated Jaime as he looked at Gendry again and back at Podrick. Podrick was getting a little full of himself going up against someone clearly not his equal with the sword. "Podrick pick a weapon, Gendry get your hammer and both of you get into armor."
"Yes, my lord." Said Gendry as he and Podrick rushed off.
"Giving them a taste of live steel, are you?" inquired Bronn as he moved up to Jaime's side.
"In a way, Podrick is getting too full of himself and Gendry needs a pick me up." explained Jaime as Bronn shrugged as they waited for the two younger men to return. Both had gotten dinted plate armor from the small supply of training armor, Podrick armed with a sword and a shield like he had expected and Gendry had his hammer however he also had a shield in his other hand. A hammer of that size was normally a two-handed weapon, because if was impossibly to wield the hammer with only one hand.
"I wouldn't recommend a shield with a war hammer of that size." advice Jaime, Gendry only grinned as he spun the hammer in one hand with ease. Jaime studied him for a moment while everyone seemed to see nothing but Robert in him, he saw a lot of differences. He didn't seem to be a womanizer like his father, but he was also slightly thinner and not as muscle built as the late King. Robert's Warhammer was so massive that most men wouldn't be able to pick it up, however Gendry's while heavy was noticeably lighter any normal knight would need two hands to wield it. If Gendry was able to wield a hammer of that size in one hand while holding a shield, he would be a terror on any battlefield.
"Alright then, ready fight." ordered Jaime as the fight was on, it was over fast as Gendry swung his hammer downward smashing Podrick's shield before bashing him with the shield. Gendry's shield took a deep cut from Podrick's sword but another hammer swing from Gendry hitting the edge of the sword with the front of the hammer causing it to bend backwards before it broke.
"I have made that type of sword before; it always breaks if you hit it too hard around there." explained Gendry in a friendly tone of voice, one could hear the smiling grin even if they couldn't see it thanks to the helm. "I'll fix it later for you."
Darkness was starting to fall but Samwell Tarly was more concerned about the people then the dark as he passed the gates of Castle Black. He could see a few eyes on him and while seeing long dead friends was wonderful seeing people like Grenn and Pip but seeing Ser Allister Thorne and Janos Slynt was another.
"Ah…lord Slynt is still alive." laughed Tyrion as he spotted Slynt standing next to Thorne
"Aye, Jon killed him after he became Lord Commander." explained Sam as he looked up at that stern face of Thorne. Multiple Vale knights and minor lords dismounted and looked around at the black brothers.
"Ah…Lord Slynt and Ser Allister what warm weather we have this day." announced Tyrion his breath visible in the fading light. "Then again in our time we where in the middle of Winter."
"Dwarf." Stated Slynt
"That is Hand of the Queen Dwarf to you, Slynt but it is better then Imp." Laughed Tyrion "Shall we retire to inside, or should we hold this talk in the yard?"
Before anyone could say anything a horn blast filled the air, every Night Watchmen held their breaths waiting for a second one which meant wildlings while the Vale Knights, Sam and Tyrion hoped there wasn't a third blast meaning walkers. But there wasn't a second or third blast.
"Are there anyone rangers outside the wall?" inquired Tyrion as he looked at Sam.
"No…only ones out there are the free folk, the traitors at Casters Keep and the Walkers." stated Sam as one of the other Watchmen ran out of the tunnel.
"What is it boy!" snapped Thorne
"Sir, you have to see this…" stated the watchmen as Thorne looked alloyed but headed toward the gate leading North of the wall followed by Tyrion, the Vale Knights, Sam and other members of the watch.
"Sam…Sam." Whispered Pip "What is going on?"
"It is hard to explain but…" started Sam
"Shut up Lord Pig." snapped Thorne
"You hold no power over Lord Tarly, Ser Allister." stated a Vale Knight "Queen Daenerys has freed him of his vows to the Watch as reward for serves to the Realm."
"The oaths to the watch are to the death!" snapped Thorne as they moved under the wall.
"And Queens like Kings tend to do what they want." countered Tyrion as they walked out into the cleared land which separated the wall from the haunted forest. A horse with a rider was at the gate, the figure was dressed in black and armored, but his skin was pale, and his face had open wounds that had no blood on them. Most importantly his eyes where normal not blue.
"Seven Save US!" cried a figure
"Lord Stark?" inquired Thorne
"Ser Allister, I wish I could have returned sooner but I had much more important tasks." stated Lord Branjen Stark, younger brother to the Late Eddard Stark.
"Lord Brandon, I would say good to see you alive, but you are clearly not alive." stated Tyrion as Branjen smiled down at the dwarf. "At least you are not with the enemy."
"No…I am dead, but I fight still for the living." stated Branjen "Now I must warn you, do not attempt to harm them or we will have trouble on our hands."
"Who?" inquired Allister
"You have our word as Hand of the Queen to Daenarys Targaryen." assured Tyrion as Brandon nodded and raised a gloved hand. When he did out of the woods, came four more riders however they where not riding horses but full groan elks and instead of a single rider there were three of them on each elk for a dozen total. As they got closer it first appeared that they were nothing but children but then the golden cat like eyes, the bark like skin and the leaves in the hair told the truth.
"These are the last dozen children of the forest and it is my duty to protect them." explained Branjen
Ser Allister and Ser Janos Slynt where at a lost of words.
"Well then, I welcome you into the seven Kingdoms of Westeros." greeted Tyrion "Shall we go in and get out of this cold, we will provide food and there is a lot to talk about."
"Yes." confirmed the leader of the children "The White Walkers are on the move but their goals we do not know."
Darkness had fallen as Jon took to the sky once more, this time with Lady Maple Reed holding on to him as they flew south as the skies darkened. Luckily there was a half-moon out and the skies where clear as they headed south. They could see the fires of multiple small towns and to their right Jon swore he could see the twines burning brightly in the night. As they kept heading south, they spotted more campfires, that had to be Robb's armies bedding down for the Night. He fought the need to fly lower and possibly land but he didn't, instead he turned South west following the Green Fork of the Trident until it joined with the blue fork and finally the red fork of the trident. Once he was sure of that he headed directly south. The moon was high in the sky as the massive lake, the God's eyes came into view.
"Follow the Eastern shore." ordered Maple as Jon went down lower, lower risked being seen but at this time at night most people were asleep. "Turn here and land on the beach."
Jon followed the ladies request and headed out toward the island before coming in for a landing on the rocky beach. There was a clearing just large enough for the dragon to land between the shoreline and a thick ancient wood.
"Here we are my Lady." said Jon as they climbed from Dragon back. "Where are they?"
"They know we are here." said Maple as multiple figures came out of the woods. All of them where short in size and he couldn't make up many features of them. They wore long green robes which covered everything from the neck down to the point he couldn't tell if they where male or female. They wore hoods as well over the back of their heads with face masks pulled up until only their eyes where visibly. One wore a helmet of some kind with large elk antlers coming out the side.
"Hello my family I come bringing grave news our ancient enemy has been released and is on the march a new Three Eyed Raven is south of the Wall and grave tidings all around." stated Maple as she looked toward Jon. "I know he is an outsider and not welcomed on the isle, but he was the best way to get here as fast as possible, I request that he be allowed to stay the night and rest before heading out."
The one with Elk horns nodded his head and without a word turned and headed into the woods.
"Stay here, if I haven't returned before dawn you may leave and go help my husband in battle." Said Maple as Jon nodded his head. Then he heard it coming out of the woods where two more of those figures with a large deer of some kind.
"For your dragon." Said one of the men, as Jon bowed his head as Rhaegal lifted his head and looked at the deer with hunger in his eyes. With a roar of dragon fire he roasted the deer before consuming it.
"Until I return, Lord Stark." stated Maple as she headed off into the woods following the man with the antlers, other remained but made no attempt to come closer to Jon.
"Excuses me." said Jon as one of them looked at him.
"Is there a weir wood tree nearby? I wish to pray." Explained Jon, this was the only place south of the neck where weirwoods could be found outside of the God's woods of some castles. The green men shared a look with each other before one of them stepped aside and beckoned Jon to follow him into the woods. They didn't have to go far; the island was thick with weir woods all with faces on them and he soon found himself in a grove full of them. Jon gulped, this was the place where in the dawn age men and children of the forest forged the pack ending their war. The children carved the faces of their ancient gods, the gods of nature into the trees of every weirwood on this island as a wintness to that pack. This was possibly the holiest place to the follower of the Old Gods. Jon pulled his sword and placed the tip into the dirt as he bent head toward the white bark trees and began to pray.
"Thank you." Prayed Jon, his voice just above a whisper. "Thank, for giving us all this second chance, thank you for letting us have a second chance at life, at love, at a family. I thank you for my pack, for my cousins and even my Aunt Catelyn and most of all I thank you for Deanarys the love of my life. I thank you."
With that he bowed his head and somber silence as he focused on what he would have to do tomorrow, of the men who would die, and he prayed for their souls and that as few of them as possible would die. When he was done, he stood back up pulling Longclaw from the dirt and turned around to see that the Green men hadn't left him, but they hadn't disturbed him. He followed them back to Rhaegal who had curled up and was asleep. Jon walked up to the saddle and pulled a small tent from the supplies pouch and some food and quickly set up camp under the watchful eyes of the Green men who said nothing but didn't come any closer to him. Somehow he let sleep take him because the next morning he would be flying to battle.
It was possibly the strangest meeting that Tyrion had ever been in and he had been in a lot of strange meetings over the years. Samwell sat to his right as he sat at the head of the main table with the children along one side. The other side had Samwell, Maester Aemon followed by Ser Janos Slynt with Ser Allister at the other head of the table. Branjen Stark stood behind the children as a protector while the Nights of the Vale stood behind the humans. A child of the forest sat across the table from him, and to his slight pain the child was taller than he was, it was a child of the forest seven save him. The children were eating a mixture of roots, berries and some pretty raw meats but they were eating them while the Nights Watch members looked on. They were holding this in the large dining hall so all could hear them, but they had struck orders to not talk. They had already discussed, the army of the dead, coming back in time and some future events, they didn't talk about Janos Slynt losing his head or Thorne being hung as a traitor for simple reasons.
"I must admit I never thought I would see children of the forest." admitted Tyrion "But then again, I never thought I would see the army of the dead or be in the past."
"The three eyed raven gave you this chance." Stated the leader of the children, Leaf they called her. "We left our Raven behind because it wasn't safe, but he did request that we help this Bran Stark rise up to be the next Raven."
"I see, we are living so it is only right that we fight together." explained Tyrion
"We fight to end that we made, to end the mistake we made and to stop being hunted by that we made to protect us." stated Leaf
"You made the Walkers didn't you?" inquired Aemon
"Yes, we made the Night King, he was our weapon to destroy the humans which still hunted us even after our southern cousins forging of the Pack. Our tribes, those North of the area you call the neck didn't sign and therefore the war carried on, so we made the Night King to win it." Stated Leaf "However we underestimated his power, he was supposed to be the only one, but he learned how to raise the dead and then how to make more of his kind. We lost control and he became the largest threat to life."
"Is there a way to kill him?" inquired Sam "We tried dragon fire, we tried valerian steal, but nothing seemed to harm him."
"Nothing can harm him, not that we are aware of." stated Leaf "He is the ultimate weapon, we didn't make any weaknesses in him, that I am aware of. Maybe there is a way, it was our elders who performed the magic as I put in the final piece and there are magics, I am incapable of. None of us are, they have been lost when the Night King slaughtered the elders thousands of years ago."
"We need to find a way to defeat him and win the war for the dawn." stated Tyrion
"The Raven is our best hope to find those answers and we are the best chance to aid him in that quest." stated Leaf "Like we helped the Last hero and his party all those years ago, we need to get to the Raven as fast as possible."
"We just arrived but if we have to, we can head out at once." Stated Tyrion as he looked at the Knights of the Vale. They were not happy for sure, but they would do it.
"A night's rest would be needed for the horses, elks and the men, best you get some rest as well Leaf." Stated Branjen
"And if Maester Aemon wants to leave it will take time to get him ready and everything else ready." Stated Sam as he looked at Maester Aemon. "That is if, you want to leave, Queen Daenerys would like to have you on her small council."
Aemon closed his blind eyes and considered.
"You would help her grace and the realms of men more advising her then you would here, Maester Aemon." offered Tyrion
"Very well, it worries me but your words are true." stated Aemon "And these children have much to teach us, if it is alright with you Lady Leaf I would like to hear more about your histories and your culture so that it can be written down for the knowledge of others."
"But you are blind, how will you write?" asked another of the Children.
"Samwell will write for me." stated Maester Aemon
"No he will not, I will not let Lord Piggy leave here, he is a traitor and deserter if he leaves he dies!" stated Thorne "Nights Watch serve for life and you swore to the old gods that your duty would not end until your death, if what the half-man said is true then the Bastard got out of it by dyeing but unless you died as well then you have duties to attend, no Queen can free you from that."
"You swore to the old gods or the new gods?" inquired Branjen Stark
"Old Gods." answered Sam
"Then we free you from the vow." stated Leaf as Thorne looked at her and opened his mouth to question her right to say that.
"As a child of the forest she would speak for the old gods." stated Aemon with a slight grin as Thorne looked like a man who just stepped into horse shit. "It would be if the High Septon freed someone of their vows and that has happened before. Not Night's Watch vows aye, but similar vows made by Knights who joined religious order the Warriors sons."
"Fine, better to be gone with him." Stated Thorne
"I don't understand why you think the Night's Watch serve for life the first Night's watch was just that a nights watch while people slept." stated Leaf "But you humans have short term memories."
"So we rest and we head back to Winterfell at first light." Said Tyrion
Even in this late hour the streets of King's landing was full of people, the entire city was full of people as they prepared for the upcoming royal wedding. The passing gold cloaks and the knights, men and ladies of the city paid the figure no mind either. The figure was youngish in his late teens and carried a large package in a tight bundle. He moved toward a waiting rider near the Lion's gate.
"You have the gold?" inquired the sell sword
"I do." Answered the figure as he pulled out a small bag of gold. The sell sword looked at the pile of gold dragons and the bundle. "You know what to do and where it must go."
"I know." Answered the sell sword as he picked up the bundle.
"Then go then." said the boy as the man strapped the bundle to the rump of his horse and paying a guard rode out the gate and turned North on the King's Road. With that done, the boy headed toward a secret hide out and wrote down a simple message confirming that the job was done. Then sending the raven off he collected his own gold and went off to enjoy it.
Sunrise found Jon on the Isle of Faces as he prepared for the battle to come, donned his armor and once again he was lead upon request to the weirwood tree grove again where he prayed his head bowed as the dozens of weirwoods looked at him from every possible angle. Finally, he rose to his feet and turned to see dozens of other people, all of them dressed in green of some kind. Some with antler helms others without. Somewhere clearly not human, they had golden eyes and bark like skin while others looked as human as he was aside from one or two things.
"Morning Lord Stark." said Lady Maple as she walked forward. "These are some of the elders of the order of Green men, they wish they could welcome you fully to this holy island however they know you must leave to save your cousin and his army."
"I know, do they know everything?" inquired Jon
"Not everything." answered a voice as the crowd parted as the smallest figure moved forward, she was ancient looking the leaves in her hair looking half dead and her bark like skin looked cracked. Jon's eyes widened as he realized this wasn't some half Child of the Forest half human, this was a full-blooded child of the forest. "Greeting Lord Jon Stark, I am Cedar, the last child of the forest south of the Wall and I leader of the order of Green men as you call it."
"I am honor Lady Cedar." Said Jon as he bowed his head, only to have Cedar chuckle, it was type of chuckle he would expect from an elderly woman who found the foolishness of the young amusing.
"We do not use those titles among ourselves, we predate those titles. But if you must call me that feel free, I will not hold it against you or anyone else." explained Cedar with a good-hearted chuckle. "However time is short, our real enemy is on the march and we need to get the Raven down here so that he can have the best chance to find out what he needs to find to fix our error and so that he can connect to the weirwood network."
"He is connected to the Weirwood network and the magic of the Children of the Forest through the weirwood tree at Winterfell." explained Jon as Cedar gave a knowing smile.
"The Winterfell weirwood is old and strong and has a strong contention to the magic that flows through this land, but it is just a vein in that network the heart of that network is here." explained Cedar as she tapped the ground with her white weirwood cane. "Only here do we have a chance to find a real way to defeat him so that he will not rise again. So please Lord Stark, bring the Raven down here so that we can aid him."
"If Bran wishes to come I will help him." confirmed Jon as Cedar and Maple Reed nodded their heads in understanding. The other…Lords…ladies or rulers of the Green men nodded as well.
"That is all we can request, and we understand you may be unsure of us that is understandable." stated Cedar "All we can do is humbling ask that you put our request before the Raven."
"I will do that." confirmed Jon as he thought about it. "If he does come down, I am not sure dragon back would be safe for him and we can't risk him falling. So he may have to come by cart which will take time."
"We understand." confirmed Lady Cedar "We can't risk the life of Raven, he is too important."
"Agreed." Confirmed Jon. "Now I need to go save my cousin and after that I will head back to Winterfell to see what he wants to do. Give me a few days, I do not know how long I will have to be at the Twins."
"We understand and await your return Lord Stark." announced Cedar as Jon nodded his head and mounted his dragon and took to the sky as he headed North toward battle. Then with a roar the dragon lifted off the ground and soared into the sky.
Rhaegal flew up disappearing slightly into the clouds as he flew North until he found the trident and followed the Green Fork again toward the Twins. Through breaks in the clouds he could see figures on the march moving in the flood plain along the river which was a makeshift road. Robb's army on the march. He picked up speed as the forests disappeared replaced by large open fields with some rolling hills to the North where the Neck was.
He looked down again and spotted a large group of horses nearing the Twins, that had to be Robb's vanguard and knowing his cousin, he had to be there near the front with his men. From this height he would look like a bird of some kind he knew but he could also see far enough to spot several boats heading down the Green Fork. That had to be Howland Reed and his men but he could also see that gathered around the west bank of the Trident where multiple large tents. Set up as if for a protecting several thousand people from the weather during a feast but visible from above where the hundreds of men forming up for the attack. From Robbs vantage point he wouldn't be able to see them but once they charged, they would hit his front before he could form a defense and they would destroy him within moments. Robb was ridding into a trap and he had no way out of it.
Robb like he was known to be was near the front of his column as they entered the large flat plane which surrounded the Twins. He could see from his location the rushing waters of the Green Fork of the Trident to his right and the flat open plans full of fields and animal pastors to his right. To his rear was a thick wood and to his north were some low rolling hills but in the near distance he could see the twin castles of the Twins with the bridge over the river. There was no signs of any enemy and no alarm had been raised by anyone which caused relief to fill his heart. He had pushed his men to their limits, their horses where tired and so where the men on them but they had arrived before the enemy and could rest before they arrived.
"We are nearly there." announced Great Jon Umber as he rode up to his King
"Ser Frey." called Robb as the eldest of the Freys who marched with them rode forward as they closed within a mile of the Castle.
"Yes, my King." greeted the Frey as suddenly there was movement beside the tents. He turned his gaze and looked only to see a wall of mounted knights moving forward. It wasn't just one or two but a wall with war lances in hand and banners streaming. They were charging forward to the attack.
"What in seven hells?" inquired his uncle as suddenly Robb's direwolf Grey Wind who was at his horse's side jumped into the air. Robb spun around to see a dagger in the Frey's hand and it was coming straight for his head. He didn't have time to pull his own weapon, he only had time to raise his own hand to protect his face and hope his hand would stop the blade from taking his life. Grey Wind jumped up and bite into the Frey's hand pulling him off his horse before his blade could touch Robb. Then with a yank the dire wolf pulled the man's hand off spraying his master's legs and the horse he rode with blood as the Frey screamed in pain.
Robb spun around to see the second Frey was pulling his own sword and was heading toward Robb's wife and mother. For a second he thought he would see his wife die but Lady Mormont who had been riding with the two other women pulled her mace and with a great swing smashed the Frey's head in and sent him flying off his horse.
"Thank you." said Robb as he turned back to the Frey on the ground who was losing blood fast.
"Traitor!" yelled more of the lords
"We stand together." said the Frey as he repeated the words of house Frey as life left his eyes.
Robb sat on horseback not fully believing what he saw, maybe it was because he didn't want to believe it or maybe because he knew there was no way out. Rushing toward him the tips of their war lances shinning in the sun was three large rows of mounted armored knights and behind them he could see marching in orderly formation where lines of foot soldiers waiting to take down anyone who the charging knights failed to kill. His forces where strung out from the march, their horses worn from the ride and unable to outrun the fresh mounts of the Freys who he saw now flew the lion and stag banner of Joffrey Baratheon.
"Prepare to Charge!" yelled Robb as he pulled his sword before turning to some of him men. "You get my wife and mother out of here!"
"Yes, my King." said the men more than happy to be leaving the doomed battlefield.
From his balcony overlooking the river, Lord Walder Frey smiled as he watched his knights move to the attack, there was nothing that would be able to stop them. Everything was going perfectly; he would destroy the Northern host and then he would get his rewards from House Lannister.
"Let's see them make fun of my house now." chuckled Walder as a cry of alarm went off as Walder turned to the North. It took him a moment, but he saw them, maybe three dozen small flat bottom boats coming down river each one with armed men on them. "Looks like we will be able to destroy some frog men as well. This day just keep getting better."
Then he heard it, a noise he had never heard before coming from the North. It made him take a longer look then he intended he was looking North when he saw it. It turned a bend in the river where the river passed between two small hills. In all his years of life he had never seen one, they were supposed to be dead but yet there one was coming down from the North passing over the water, it's green scales reflecting off the water and as it passed over the small boats it let out an ungodly roar which sent a chill down his spine
Jon had flown Rhaegal around the nearest of the low hills coming down as he did, he new that he had to support of House Reed first or they would be slaughtered by the archers on the walls of the twin castles. So he came in low but with speed and crouching down like he would on horseback for more speed Rhaegal flew only a dozen feet off the surface of the water as the twins came into view. He rose up a bit as he neared his target the castle on the Eastern bank.
He let out a scream and his dragon responded as with a mighty roar a jet of red-hot burning fire shot out and bathed the castle in fire. The Twins where no Harrenhel with walls over 100 feet high, the walls of the Twins where only 50 feet and the ramparts had wooden covering to protect archers. The wooden covering instantly caught fire and those archers who didn't die instantly in the dragon fire screamed out in pain as they began to be cooked within their armor. After roasting the side of the castle Jon turned and headed inland and upwards gaining height and turning in the air. He pulled up into a roll which would have caused him to fall off if it wasn't for the fact that he was strapped into the saddle. He actually felt himself lift out of the saddle as he turned almost upside down as he rolled over to come in for another attack. This time his target wasn't the castle but the charging wedge of mounted knights heading toward the still forming line of Stark men. Over the din of battle, they must not have heard him because none of them broke formation and tried to run as he swooped down on their lines.
He felt Rhaegal take a big gulp of air before letting loss with another blast of flames as he flew directly over the charging line of Mounted Knights. Horses screamed, metal clang and men burned alive in their suits of armor as the Frey front ranks where destroyed within moments by dragon fire. When he reached the end Rhaegal stopped breathing flames as he pulled back into the air, Jon didn't do as tight as turn to give Rhaegal a moment to get his breath but he did look behind him to see the damage. Already he could see lines of foot in the back breaking ranks and heading toward the castle. He couldn't allow that, he swooped down this time aiming for the castle on the Western bank of the Trident and like the first he bathed it and flames. Here the archers did get a few shots off only to have the arrows bounce off the scales, this dragon had seen battle before and knew that these arrows where of no real threat to him and stayed on course as he bathed the other castle with flames. Flying over the bridge and delivering a second blast to the eastern castle. Turning it into a flaming torch sending a column of thick black smoke high into the air as wood and everything not made of stone burned in the dragon fire.
For his part Robb and the other Northern and River Lords stood transfixed as a dragon, an actual dragon swooped down on the Freys. The Freys charge toward them was a thing of the past, his own army was forming up but what could they do against a dragon, an actual dragon. Knights screamed in pain as they where cooked in their armor, arrows bounced off the scales of the dragon if they reached it at all. Hundreds of men scrambled toward the river to try to get into the water, somewhere on fire where they fell still burning into the water or some ran fully armored into the water. They wouldn't return as the drowned in the armor and above them the dragon did another pass breathing death, an entire army was being destroyed before their eyes and they had no idea when that Dragon would turn on them.
"Fall back." ordered Robb as he watched the dragon make another pass and for a moment, he saw a rider dressed in black armor on its back. "Full retreat, head to woods."
"Yes, my King." confirmed every Lord who could speak as they watched the green dragon dance across the sky burning anyone who dared to attack it. The woods would provide cover and allow some protection from the Dragon, true the dragon could burn the woods but a dragon could burn a castle as well and the woods provided a more spread out target.
The Frey army began to break at once, men mostly the foot threw down their weapons and ran away from the Twins which was now engulfed by fire. The knights and men at arms also ran and Jon let them go. As Rhaegal landed on the top of the Western castle the dragon's roar making other men turn and run away. The House Reed arrived at the castle walls without even taking an arrow shot from anyone on the walls. The ramparts where burning too much for that but Jon knew there had to be people still inside and house Reed where not warriors. So he left Rhaegal and pulling Longclaw he went into the burning remains of the Twins.
Lord Walder Frey knew he was only alive because the Dragon had it the Eastern castle first allowing him to escape his solar and start heading deeper into the castle. He was about halfway down the stairs when the castle actually rocked from the flames hitting it and blast of flames came down burning his back causing him to scream out in pain.
"No…not like this!" cursed Walder as he kept moving downward patting out the flames across his ruined back as he went. He rushed down the stairs as fast as his old legs would allow him, however he could find no one left alive. He had emptied almost his entire house force to take down the Northern and River forces and now he was paying for it. The few pages and women where running for their lives or burned to death already. It was a scene from one of the Seven Hells his faith told about, one he figured he would go to someday so might as well make the best of the living world. He burst from a door and into the long opening which lead out of the castle and across the bridge. He looked to the West, his nearest way out, the gates where burning and even if he could get past them, the iron gate was down and there was no way around that. He looked to his East to see the way clear, the gate up and no fire. He just had to run across the bridge to get out.
He moved as fast as his old legs could go, then he saw them coming through the gate on the other side with spears, short swords and the like, a force of frog eaters lead by their Lord Howland. He couldn't get out that way now, he knew it, so he turned and headed back the way he came, if he went down, he could possibly pass through multiple chambers and get out. It would take time, but he could… then he stopped as out of the smoke and flames a figure in black plate armor with white chainmail walked forward, his longsword rippling with the dark pattern of valerian steal and it had blood dripping from it. He froze for a moment as he looked at the figure walking toward him, the black armor with a white dire wolf on the breast plate. He was trapped and as he looked up he saw looming over head looking down on him was that green dragon. Then to his horror it jumped down causing the bridge that his ancestors had built to grown from the sudden impact but that didn't concern him. He was now only a few feet away from the smoking mouth of a full-grown dragon and its rows of sharp teeth.
"Surrender Lord Frey, you are surrounded." ordered the man in black armor as he moved forward walking beside the dragon with ease. "If you surrender you will be given a quick and painless death for your crimes against the North and the Realm."
"I am a Lord who are you to pass judgement on me!" snapped Walder Frey
"I am Lord Jon Stark trueborn son of Lady Lyanna Stark and Prince Rhaegar Targayen, I am betrothed to Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen first of her name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men and Protector of the Realm." said the man as Walder eyes widened at the claim of this man who came better into view, he had the look of a Stark for sure but he rode a dragon. Walder looked around he had no way out, he couldn't outrun a dragon or even this much younger man even if he wasn't wearing armor and the frog eaters of house Reed where behind him. He was trapped.
"I will never surrender!" yelled Walder as he let his stubbornness show one last time. Then with all the force he could he rushed to the side and attempted leap off the bridge. When he was much younger, he would do this with one of his brothers so he knew there was a chance he could make it, but he was nine the last time he did this and he was nearing his nine and ninety name day. He jumped into the air and then heard the swing and then then pain, it was dull at first but then he felt his head go forward touching his chest, but it kept going, then nothing.
Jon panted a bit, he had rushed forward and with a great swing of longclaw he had taken the old man's head off as he jumped into the river, his head was removed clearly from his body. Jon watched as the old man's body tumbled into the river and began floating down it, the river was now full of bodies as burnt men attempting to get safety from Dragon fire only to die in the water floated down. It was so many that the Green Fork of the Trident flowed red with blood and burnt bodies.
Jon looked toward the distant hill to see some horsemen turning and running to the South. He had just saved Robbs army and thousands of Northsman and Riverman but he had slaughtered.
"Lord Stark." said Howland as he walked up to Jon.
"We need to put out the fires and help any wounded we can. Burn the bodies, so they don't rise again" Said Jon as he pulled a cloth out from a small pouch on his sword belt and cleaned the blood from his blade. "Knowing Robb, he will send someone to come to speak to us…we will wait for him."
"Aye." confirmed Howland as Jon looked back out over the battlefield, he could smell the burnt flesh, he heard the still crackling fire and he heard the screams and calls for help. The day belonged to him and house Targaryen, the Twins was theirs and the Northern and Riverland army was still intact and hopefully to bend the knee in the near future. Still he felt no honor in any of this, no glory in it, he was a great warrior he knew but he didn't have to like it.
Well I hope you liked this extra long chapter and the battle of the Twins and some of the lore I am adding to the story. Now until next time please keep reading. Thanks Wilkins75.
