AN: Longer than I thought it would end up.

Let us begin.

RIVERRUN-WINE CELLAR

EDMURE

"Apologies for gathering us all on such short notice, but I fear there was no other choice." Edmure spoke to the assembly of Riverland knights and heirs.

Things had been pretty well in the Riverlands lately. For once there was a war not fought near them. Even the Greyjoy Rebellion had seen skirmishes in the Riverlands. But Dorne was far away. Only a few lords have left to fight, and they had only caught the tail end of the warfare. No Riverlanders of significant standing had died. In fact, word had it that some debts owed from the Throne were going to be repaid soon from money taken from Dorne. But that good news did not come by itself. No war meant no heroes. People were talking about Brave Beric Dondarrion, and Proud Podrick Payne, who saved Beric and hundreds of men from a Jinzo. Daven Lannister had been the leader for the main host. He was covered in so much glory, he could have almost any daughter in Westeros for a wife.

EVEN THE IRONBORN WERE BEING HAILED AS HEROES.

"Well Edmure? What reason is so dire?" His old friend Ser Patrek Mallister asked.

As far as the men in the room had been aware, they had been gathered to partake in the large winery they currently sat in.

"The issue...Is my father." Edmure said.

"Is Lord Hoster alright?" Brynden Blackwood asked. He was the youngest of them, having just achieved manhood a moon ago.

"He is the same as he has been physically, but I fear his mind is losing itself." Edmure tried to explain.

"This about the Sparrows?" Ser Karyl Vance asked.

"Aye. When they first started to appear, we thought little of them. Just an upstarted Septon talking matters he knows nothing about. I wanted to go after him, but father said that attacking a harmless Septon would be too damaging an action for House Tully. He said to just let him pass us by. But he has not left. Or at least, his presence has not. More and more people are listening to him, and for one reason or another, they are flocking to the Riverlands from the other kingdoms."

"No offense Edmure, but I think that Hoster knows he is dying and doesn't want to do anything to anger the gods before he goes." Ser Marq Piper spoke.

"Whatever the case, we have all heard what they are said to have done. Mace Tyrell died to one of them, though his son avenged him. I heard that just a few days ago, they attacked a knight for being smitten with a bastard in the Vale. And they are believed to be behind some sort of siege of Storm's End from before the war started. The Sparrows can not be allowed to overrun the Kingdoms. And seeing how most of them are in the Riverlands it is our responsibility."

"So that's your plan then?" Have us ride out in force, without telling our fathers and lords, and solve the Sparrow problem ourselves?" Myles Mooton, named after an uncle who would die in Robert's Rebellion asked.

"So that is why you only invited knights and heirs. Any actual lords would be bound to listen to Hoster's orders, but we are under no official commands regarding the Sparrows." Ser Patrek summarized.

"Aye." Edmure admitted.

"I'm in." Brynden Blackwood said, the arrogance of youth evident in his voice.

One by one, everyone voiced their approval, some sure of themselves. Others more cautiously.

Once everyone was in agreement, Edmure spoke again. "Head back to your keeps, gather men you trust to be loyal. I hear that Sparrows have been sighted in Fairmarket and Oldstones. We shall all meet in Lord Harroway's Town before heading there."

With that, the heirs and knights left. The next day, they began departing to gather men.

Two days later, Edmure met up with most of them in Lord Harroway's Town and they rode north.

THE GATES OF THE MOON-MYA'S ROOM

MYA

Mya had locked herself in her room.

She had not eaten for days.

Her heart had been shattered repeatedly in such a short time.

First, Lord Horton Redfort had learned of his son's interest in her, and had taken the time out of his duties to ride to the Gates, and yell at her that she was nothing but an upjumped whore who would not be getting any Redfort wealth out of her seduction of Mychel.

Then, apparently on his way to The Gates himself, Mychel and his friends stopped at an inn, where members of the Sparrow attacked the squire for loving the embodiment of Lust. He had survived, but lost the duel so badly he was said to be crippled. Now, Lord Horton was said to be on his way back to kill her for putting his son in such a circumstance as he would be attacked.

There was a knock on the door. "Mya." A voice called out. It was not Lord Nestor. But it had a similar gravitas to it.

Mya unblocked the door, and was greeted by the sight of Lord Yohn Royce.

It had originally been Lord Royce who was charged with taking care of her, but when Nestor had been charged with looking after The Gates, and knowing that Mya was skilled in navigating the mountains, he had let her come with them to earn money for herself.

"My Lord." She said. She would have curtsied, but she was still wearing her riding leathers, and was unsure if that would be an insult or not. She was not one of these highborn girls who are taught to curtsy before they are weaned.

"Mya." Yohn said again. He entered the room, inspecting it. It was more barebones than most who live in a castle, but compared to some of the smallfolk's houses, it was worth more than what they could hope to make in a decade.

"I take it...You have heard about Lord Horton?" He asked.

Mya assumed her jump at Lord Redfort's name was all Lord Royce needed for an answer, as he kept talking without waiting for a verbal response.

"Rest assured, you are safe. I was going to travel to Redfort myself to disparage Horton like he did you, only then I heard about Mychel. Ravens from several locations are all on their way to Redfort and every Keep between here and there, ordering everyone to not let him come." Yohn explained.

Mya was confused. That was a lot of work for an unacknowledged bastard. She had figured that her father was highborn, due to the fact that she had been called Mya Stone since she could remember. She doubted the lords would put this much effort in if she was of common birth.

"Why? Why am I looked after like this? Who's bastard gets this much privilege?" She just asked outright. She had met commonborn bastards, and no one cared for them. They had looked enviously at her for being so rich in comparison.

"I figured you would ask one day. Honestly it is surprising no one has outright stated it." Yohn said. He sat down on a chair she had. "What do you know, or think you know, about your father?" He asked.

"Well, he would have had to have been in the Vale. And he would have to be noble for me to be called Stone. When I was younger, I tried to guess who it was. I thought maybe...Ser Denys Arryn?"

Lord Royce looked surprised. "Huh. Now that you mention it, he did have black hair himself, from his mother. But no child. He was not your father."

Mya wracked her brain. She had assumed that Denys was her father, and that was why she was cared for by Vale lords. The child of their former heir. Jon Arryn would have made sure his family was looked after, as distant such a connection would be. "Then who?" She asked.

"Your Father...Is Robert Baratheon. The King." Lord Royce announced.

"Wh-what?" Mya asked, confused. The King was her father?

"It was from before he took the throne. But he and Lord Arryn have been watching out for you from afar. There was talk of even bringing you to court, though as I heard it, the Queen stopped that before it could be more than an idea." Lord Royce explained. "Lord Varys heard of Lord Redfort's plans, and the king ordered us to put a stop to it. The king may not be able to acknowledge you formally, but he does care for you."

"Why? Why now?" Mya asked.

"Honestly...You should know. Everyone is going to judge you for it, you may as well know why. And also, to give you something else to think about. Take all the time you need. I imagine it may take awhile to fully sink in." And with that, Lord Royce exited Mya's room.

Leaving Mya alone with these revelations.

DRAGONSTONE

STANNIS

Davos and his crew had managed to move everybody they could find into the Keep.

Half a dozen Maesters and their assistants had been brought to Dragonstone, but there were too many to give everyone enough care.

Informing more Maesters brought the risk of others learning of Dragonstone's fate. The crown could not risk such a panic right after a war.

As Stannis stood in his empty Solar, he wondered why this was happening.

The missing Melisandre was obviously the most likely suspect. A foreigner no one knew anything about. Theoretically, she was capable of anything.

He left his solar and continued down to the room that Shireen was placed in. There, he found both Davos and Grandmaester Pycelle, who was officially in charge of the situation.

"Any changes?" Stannis asked, already knowing what the likely answer was.

"I-I am afraid none My Lord. They are alive I assure you, and putting honeyed water and other drinks in their mouths will keep them as such, but as for how this happened, I have no idea. None are showing any symptoms of illness. They all just...Refuse to awaken." Pycelle tried to explain, at a loss of what actually was going on.

Stannis nodded in acknowledgement. "Just keep them alive. That is all we can hope for. Davos, with me."

Stannis and Davos walked out in the hallway, which was still being filled with smallfolk brought to the castle to keep track of them.

"Robert wants answers, same as us." Stannis began to speak. "Varys says that a woman in red was seen at a port near Stonedance on a ship sailing southeast. Take the three fastest ships in the fleet, and see if you can catch up to them. I am sure your friend Saan would be more than happy to aid in collecting the reward on her."

Davos nodded along. "You are not coming with us?" he asked, obviously expecting Stannis to come himself.

"I can not. As far as the rest of the kingdoms are concerned, a new illness has appeared on the island. It is to be avoided until such time as it ends. But such a story will not last very long. And I must return to aid Robert. You will be in charge under the direct authority of King Robert." Stannis explained.

"Aye Your Grace." Davos replied, a fire in his eyes evident. He also wanted answers and revenge.

Stannis nodded. "The ships will be here within a few days. Most of the force is on it already, but take as many additional men as you think you need. And Good Luck, Ser Davos."

THE TWINS

WALDER FREY

Walder Frey was assisted by his Maester, which one he could not remember, into his seat as Lord of the Crossing. He had outlived half a dozen Maesters assigned to The Twins. Was this one of his spawn as well? He had sent several off to the Citadel over the decades. No matter really.

"Alright, what is there today?" Walder asked as some of his children began entering the hall.

"Well, My Lord, First there are five criminals that need to be judged, there are farmers asking if they need to switch which crops to grow after the next harvest, there is also the fact that your son Walder, your granddaughter Walda, and your bastard Willem's bastard Walda all have their name days tomorrow…" The Maester droned on.

As Walder listened halfheartedly to the things he must attend to, a loud slam drew his attention to the now open door, where his son and heir Stevron Frey was now standing.

"What is it?" Walder yelled. He hated being interrupted.

"Father… It's Zachery and the others who left! They have been spotted heading here! They will be here by midday." His heir said.

'Well then, looks like they came back to their senses, as little as they were.' Walder thought to himself.

Many moons ago, before this whole Dornish fiasco caused many to forget about it, that Septon now calling himself the High Sparrow or Divine Duelist or some other such nonsense had preached just far enough away that he could disappear before he could be punished for speaking against the nobility. After a few days of appearing and disappearing, he had finally left for good to go bother some other Keep. Over the next few days, several of his sons and grandsons, the ones who were third or fourth born and could never hope to be lord without getting creative with poison, began to depart. Rhaegar, Robert and Jonos said they were going for a hunt, and never returned. Symond said he was bringing his sons to Bravos to meet their maternal relatives, but for some reason left his actual Bravosi wife behind for this trip. One by one, these Freys left the Crossing, but it was a full two weeks before someone brought it to Walder's attention. When the letters from Zachery and Luceon were discovered, talking about how right the High Sparrow was, it became clear that they had joined the fool of a Septon. Of course Zachery's father Jared denied any knowledge of the letters.

Now, months after running around, likely living out of the comfort they became accustomed to, it seemed they were back.

"Well then, mistakes aside, they are still family, let them in." Walder ordered.

Later, at Midday, all of the Freys left in the Twins were standing in the main hall on either side, while their disgraced relatives marched through the middle, led by Symond.

It was not all of them however. Theo Frey, a legitimized bastard, and Luceon, who had disappeared from the Most Devout soon after the Spider learned of the letters were not among them. Zachery, who was said to have just escaped capture from Oldtown when he was discovered, was though.

"Well well well, look who has come crawling back in failure." Walder spoke up. His loyal family laughed along with him.

Symond closed his eyes and withstood the barrage of insults his father sent his and the other's way. Once Walder finished, he spoke. "Father, we were mistaken, we thought we could gain honor and prestige, but there was none to be had. The High- The Sparrow and his followers are nothing but madmen. They have no regard for anything but their gods." He said, disparaging the group that failed to live up to his expectations.

"You are lucky you are kin. Family must look out for family, I have had to beat that into each of your skulls multiple times. Hopefully this time will stick." Walder said.

As Symond nodded, Walder spoke again. "You will of course, also tell us where these Sparrows and their allies are. We can end them once and for all. THAT will give us the honor and prestige you searched for."

Symond began to talk. "Currently, they are all splitting up. The entire reason we were able to leave was because we went with the group that headed North. We lost most of them and managed to kill some others. The High Sparrow is spreading his influence to every faithful in Westeros. His plan is to unite them with a holy war like our Andal ancestors did."

"Oh really? And how would he do that?" Walder asked, actually a bit curious.

"He plans to send most of his followers south, and have them arrive at the Arbor. Lord Redwyne is in failing health, as is common knowledge. The plan was to convince the Arbor men to join and take command of the fleet and invade the Iron Islands." Symond said.

Silence reigned for a few moments. Another war with the Iron Islands.

"How close is he to fulfilling this plan?" Walder asked.

"He is somewhere near the border with the Reach. They are supposed to gather around the mountains between Pink Maiden and Stony Sept. He has perhaps a quarter of his followers there now. He hopes that the Ironborn are despised enough that the rest of Westeros does not interfere in the attack." Symond explained.

Walder turned to the Maester. "Send a Raven to the Capital. Go on!" He yelled at the man.

He turned back to his son. "You did well informing us of this. I may reinstate you to your place in the succession."

With that, Walder Frey stood up, and left the hall, as his family began to talk amongst the 'former' traitors.

HOUR OF THE BAT

There was loud yelling and roars of monsters to greet Walder Frey as he awoke.

Before he could order a light to be lit so he could see, his door burst open, and he was grabbed by shadowy figures in the dark.

They picked him up and brought him out of the room. Their grips were too strong for an old man to break free of.

They threw him into the main hall.

He looked up, and saw many people, all with circular scars on their heads.

'Sparrows' Walder Frey realized.

"Lord Walder Frey. Perhaps the greatest representation of Lust since Aegon the Fourth." He heard a voice address him.

He turned. The man was dressed rather simply, and was barefoot. He was starting to bald, but still had his grey hair present on his face.

"So then, you must be the High Sparrow that has been causing so much trouble for everyone." Walder said as he attempted to stand up, but his age caused him to fall back on his hands and knees.

"A name that has been given to me by the faithful, though that hardly matters now. You stand accused of forsaking your marriage vows repeatedly, as your numerous acknowledged bastards are proof of. Time after time you swore to be faithful in the light of the Seven, and time after time you forsook those vows whenever you could. Now, the gods shall pass judgement." The High Sparrow spoke and brought out his duel disk.

Walder did the same. This would actually be his first time dueling, seeing how he had no use for it.

W:4000 S:4000

"I shall go first." Walder Frey said.

"I summon Giant Soldier of Stone." Walder said, as the grey stone warrior appeared on the field with 1300 attack points.

"Next I activate the spell card Toll. Now if either of us wishes to attack, we must give up 500 life points. That will be it for me." Walder finished his turn.

"My move then." The High Sparrow said as he drew.

"I summon Royal Knight in attack mode. I also equip him with Elf's Light, raising his attack by 400, but lowering his defense by 200."

The white fairy came in a burst of light, it was silver metal and white armor covering its whole body, as well as wings protruding from its back. Elf's Light made its sword glow, raising its attack to 1700

"Now then, Royal Knight will attack your Giant Soldier of Stone." The High Sparrow said.

Royal knight ran forward and sliced Giant Soldier in half.

"That is not all however, Whenever Royal Knight destroys a monster, I gain Life points equal to the monster's attack. So while I may have had to pay 500 to do so, I regain that and another 800." The High Sparrow explained as he ended his turn.

W: 3600 S: 4800

Walder Frey felt his chest tighten a bit at the damage and pain that accompanied it.

"My move." Walder said as he drew.

"I play Cost Down, so by discarding a card from my hand, I can summon a higher level monster without sacrificing, and I play this card in defense mode, and end my turn." He said.

His face down was Millenium Shield, with 3000 Defense Points. He would like to see this High Sparrow destroy it.

"My move." High Sparrow said as he drew.

"Well then. The gods have surely graced my victory. They gave me just the card I needed to assure my victory. And it is one you yourself just used. I activate Cost Down. Now I can discard this card, and sacrifice my Royal Knight and summon Majestic Mech Goryu."

Royal Knight faded into light, and that light changed shape until it looked like a white and golden dragon. Goryu had 2900 attack points, so Walder Frey was safe.

"Next, I play Monster Reborn, in order to summon the monster that I just discarded. Come forth, Wingweaver!" The High Sparrow announced.

Another light came forth, and from it descended a woman in a blue robe with six wings on her back. She had 2750 attack points. Still not enough to defeat Millenium Shield.

"Now I activate my spell card, Shine Palace! By equipping it to Goryu, his attack goes up to 3600." The High Sparrow played the last card in his hand.

Now it could destroy the Millenium Shield.

"Now Goryu, attack his face down!" The Sparrow ordered.

Goryu let loose a blast of holy light, and destroyed the Millenium Shield in one shot. The holy light then burned Walder Frey himself.

"Goryu deals piercing damage." The High Septon explained as his own life points also went down because of Toll.

W: 3000 S:4300

"Now Wingweaver, attack this sinner directly!"

Wingweaver's hands glowed, and it made a bow of light and pierced Walder Frey's stomach with it.

W: 250 S: 3800

"That will be it for now." The High Sparrow said.

Walder breathed harder than he had in years. He could feel the blood drain from his wounds.

"My turn." Walder said. He drew a card and saw it was Dark Hole.

'This will destroy his field, and I can build a better defense.' Walder thought to himself.

"I pla-" Walder began to speak.

He never finished it.

W: Error Error Error S: Victor

THE TWINS

TYENE

It was such a simple plan that Tyene, or "Jenny" as she was known among her fellow Sparrows, doubted it would work. But it did.

By sending most of their Frey members, but not all for fear it would look too convenient, back home to the Twins, they had been able to order the gates opened for the mysterious merchants that came to sell their goods. By the time the "merchants" were inside, the Sparrows sprung up from the covered wagons, having been masquerading as said goods.

They had taken most of the Freys by surprise in their sleep, or in some corner fucking a serving girl or even a cousin. The few who managed to fight some off ended up being unable to repeat the success all the time, and were eventually dealt a dead hand that ended in their own deaths.

After Stevron and most of the Frey descendants had died, the High Sparrow himself had ordered Walder Frey to the Main Hall, where he faced him himself.

Just as the tide of the duel became clear, and Walder Frey was a turn away from losing, his heart gave out. Not surprising really, the man was over nine decades old, and rumor had it this was his first duel. The excitement was too much for him.

Tyene was the first one to approach his body.

"Dead!" She announced to the High Sparrow and the other Sparrows in the hall.

"The gods work in mysterious ways, and sometimes they work more obviously. His sins finally caught up to him, and he was found wanting!" Another Sparrow spoke up, and a cheer erupted.

"Quiet now, quiet now." The High Sparrow spoke, walking to the center of the room to catch everyone's attention.

"Today was a good day. Today, an evil man who perverted one of the most sacred vows has been sent to the gods to be punished. He was not the first, and he was not the last. Now that the Twins is ours, we can begin our first truly major action to serve the gods."

"And what is that?" One of the Sparrow Freys asked, having no issue with his dead father or grandfather just a few feet away.

"To conquer a land that has never seen the light of the Seven. As you know, Symond, I had you reveal that to Walder Frey and his Maester that the Iron Islands were our target, but in actuality that was a ruse. Now that the Ravens are flying to the Capital with such information, they will be so focused on the Islands, they will not expect us to take half of Westeros into the light of the gods. In a few days, we march North!"

There was great cheering and even a bit of muttering from the sparrows. The North had never fallen under the original Andal Invasion. Even the Iron Islands had Septons and the Seven for brief periods, but no Stark had ever ruled under anything other than those trees of theirs.

"Once we have shown the savages the truth of the Seven, the other kingdoms will realize we are truly the gods' will, and flock to join us in greater numbers." The High Sparrow explained.

And so they began preparing for the march North.

Ned Stark was not yet in the North, and if what "Jenny" had overheard from Ser Theo, he may never see Winterfell again.

AN: Did not think this would be as long as it is.

So then, to recap,

-Edmure puts together a force to take down the sparrows once and for all.

-Mya learns of her heritage, and her love is critically injured.

-Stannis charges Davos with hunting Melisandre.

-Walder Frey has a heart attack in the middle of a duel and the Sparrows take the twins for an HQ in their quest to take over the North. I have been planning on this death since I decided that duels could be fatal.

Next chapter will likely be out more Sunday/Tuesday. Perhaps then I can get back to a weekend schedule. I honestly did not think I could get this to a good enough length. It ended up being longer than most.

Next chapter will have POVs from Jon, Viserys, and Ned. Look forward to it.

Little surprise for you guys- My third story will be posted immediately after this one. It is a GOT/CHAOTIC Crossover entitled: The Game Gets Chaotic!

Feel free to comment your thoughts.

Hope you all stay safe.