A/N: here we see the story begin to heat up. Some things unfolded in this chapter that were unexpected to me and I'm the one writing the story. But they felt right and will lead to some further confrontation down the line (who doesn't love a bit of a fight right?!) Another intriguing part of this point in history for me is what were Rhaegar and Lyanna doing this whole time that fighting was going on in Westeros? What did Lyanna think of Rhaegar divorcing Elia? How did she willingly join the cause to put the prophecy into play? Hope you enjoy how things unfold in this new instalment!

Chapter Five: Stoney Sept

Aside from the smell, the cackling of madness echoed throughout the hall as the bodies swayed lifeless from the ceiling. Aerys seemed thoroughly entertained, his eyes shining with fervent madness and glee while the rest of the room was frozen in fear. Everyone present wanted to leave this place as fast as they could but nobody dared move. The creak of the ropes as the bodies swung around in the air filled the Throne Room with an eeriness punctured by the echoing cackles of Aerys. They were broken and melted reminders of who they once were, members of one of the greatest Houses in Westeros history. The only remnant of who they were was the great sword Ice that had fallen to the floor in mayhem.

The KingsGuard remained frozen in position around the room, all of them sharing one feeling, a collective dread at what was to come. Every person present knew this was it, the war would start from this single act and it had the potential to blow up the entire country in upheaval and chaos. This had been brewing for years, the rebellious whispers were becoming shouts, individuals were becoming crowds and now the entire country would be up in arms. Especially the North, they would not take the burning of their leader and heir lightly.

Aerys stood and shuffled from the room after a long period of hysterical cackling and muttering about burning them all. The throne room and everyone in it collectively held their breath until he was out of ear shot. Once the coast was clear they all looked at one another for what to do next.

The bodies were carefully cut down, the men trying hard not to look at the tortured face of Brandon Stark who had suffocated trying to free his father Rickard. Several KingsGuard retched at the scenes, the smell and the sound of the bodies hitting the floor. Every single one of them tried and failed to burn the memories of what they saw unfold in front of them from their memories. Carefully their remains were carried down to a waiting wagon, organised in the aftermath of the chaotic and devastating confrontation between the North and the Crown.

Barristan Selmy watched grimly as the remnants of their bodies were laid carefully in the wagon and Ice was laid between the bodies. He gazed at the Starks for several minutes composing himself, before reaching into his armour and pulling out a scroll. Looking back at his men their faces were as grim as his own, "War is coming for House Targaryen men. Winter with its ice and austerity, the lions with their blood lust and everyone else who will support them. We need to be ready"

Barristan turned and solemnly handed a scroll to the driver, "Do not stop on the way, give this to Ned Stark and none other"

The driver tipped his head solemnly as he knew his task ahead, and whipped the horses into moving forward. The Stark banners flew atop the carriage as they pressed into the afternoon, and with that all they could do now was wait. The war would come to them.

Barristan turned to his men but had no words to say anymore, he was now in a state of disbelief that things could go so downhill so fast.

He broke away from the group of KingsGuard who were filtering back to their posts, Jamie Lannister pushed through the crowd and ran to catch up to Barristan.

"Excuse me sir" spoke Jamie trying to get Barristan's attention.

Barristan turned and saw it was Jamie but kept walking albeit slower so Jamie could speak.

"Yes Jamie?"

"Where am I to be posted?"

"You have been requested by the King young Lion"

Jamie groaned, "Please post me somewhere else I'd rather baby sit Elia and the children than be with musty old Aerys much longer! He's started speaking in tongues I don't understand, I need a break otherwise I'm going to go mad myself!"

Barristan stopped abruptly and looked at Jamie, "You have been requested by the King to remain by his side at all times Jamie. In most circumstances that would be considered a great honour"

Jamie looked at Barristan with incredulity, "Honour standing by Aerys, have you spent time with the King of late?"

Jamie scoffed and looked away in frustration knowing his outburst was out of line, "Please Barristan, just one shift, just one. I need a break, you stand with him for 10 hours and listen to the gibberish that comes out of his mouth! Sometimes it sounds like he's casting spells for Seven sake"

Barristan was amused that the young, arrogant Lannister had been ground down a little by being on Aerys detail. It had done him good to knock some of that haughtiness out of him, Barristan conceded.

"Alright Jamie I will stand in for you in one of your shifts with Aerys. As you requested I'll put you in the room with Elia and the children. They only have 4 authorised servants to come in and see them, anyone else brings food or drinks it's to be refused, understand?"

"Is someone trying to assassinate Elia and the children?" asked Jamie, confused

"You can never be too careful when a rebellion is beginning Jamie" replied Barristan as he turned away from Jamie and made his way to Aerys suites.

"Make your way to Elia now Jamie your shift there started five minutes ago" Barristan said solemnly as he walked away from Jamie, after today's events he needed time to process what had unfolded and tuning out Aerys ramblings would give him the time to do so.

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Jamie was right, Aerys ramblings were enough to send anyone mad. Barristan found he was quite unable to tune them out because not only were they loud, being shouted across the room, they also changed in intensity. One moment Aerys would be quietly mumbling in a corner and then break into intense shouting and screaming fits of rage, breaking objects all around him. Barristan had never seen anything so frightening from a man he had known all of his life, no wonder Jamie wanted to be out of there. Barristan simply observed what Aerys was saying, after a period of gibberish some words he managed to understand but then a whole different set of words came forth. These were not words a Westerosi man, a King would say. In fact he wasn't speaking in Westerosi tongues at all. Barristan recognised snippets of the language spewing from Aerys in fits of rage. It became very clear to Barristan something was amiss here, he persevered through the whole shift with Aerys. His ramblings eventually becoming quieter before he slipped into a fitful sleep, but every now and then a stream of words would burst from his mouth with power and intensity rocking his ageing body. As Barristan listened more he realised these were words he knew, as soon as he finished his time with Aerys and his relief came he headed to the library to research the languages of foreign civilisations.

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Ned Stark sat atop his horse watching the carriage cross the plain towards Winterfell, it took the same path he took himself when he was called back from the Eyrie. Since returning home to Winterfell to say goodbye to his mother one thing after another had happened to his family. His fathers grief had barely settled when Lyanna was taken and Ned couldn't bring himself to return to the Eyrie when his father was in such a dark place. Stone faced, red eyed and internally furious he had called the banners when news arrived of Rickard and Brandon's execution. There would be war now, like none had ever seen before, Winter was coming for House Targaryen. War meetings had taken place every day since the allies had arrived, and now today out of respect there would be no meetings. Ned and his men flanked the carriage as it approached Winterfell. All the flags in the castle had been lowered to half mast out of mourning for his father and brother. The procession silently guided the bodies of the Stark men home and as they passed under the gate Ned looked up and saw Catelyn. She was due to say her marriage vows when Brandon returned, and now she would likely be returned to her home. Her face was etched in grief and eyes red rimmed with tears, their eyes met and she lowered her gaze immediately. Ned saw something else in her eyes but she averted them before he could search further. Shaking this from his mind he returned to the grim task before him, laying his father and brother to rest in the crypts. Ned tightly clutched the scroll that had been sent with their bodies, his anger crunching the paper in his hand. Before he destroyed the scroll with despair he put it in his cloak intending to read it when he was alone.

Catelyn had scurried from the battlements after Brandon had entered Winterfell, she just wanted to see him home. Then she knew she had to put him behind her, he was dead and gone. Not a single part of him remained alive and in this world, the thought of this made her crumble in tears as she ran through the halls. She had loved him in the short time they had known each other, she'd even laid with him out of marriage vows. He had that much of an impact on her, she remembered every moment of their numerous encounters. The way he made her feel she would never forget, she ran her hands down her front smoothing out her skirts. Tears still fresh on her face she rested her hands on her stomach and cradled herself as she silently cried more. The thought of staying in Winterfell without him was unimaginable, shuddering with her sobs she quickly gathered up her belongings from her quarters and hastily began to pack. She would leave for Riverrun at once.

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Impatient footsteps echo around the High Hall of the Eyrie as Robert paces while Jon Arryn looks deep in thought. Seated on his weirwood throne with the lesser throne by his side notably empty, unwed and childless the Arryn line was one war from dwindling away.

Both Jon and Robert looked displeased with the turn of events, Robert lamented over Lyannas kidnap and Jon lamented over his allies deaths.

"We can't sit by and do nothing Jon! Ned needs us! His family is being destroyed by this madness!" raged Robert impatiently.

"What would you do young man?" quizzed Jon Arryn, Robert and Neds mentor.

"Join the rebellion, their stronghold is in the West. If we join them we will be an unstoppable force!" he spoke passionately slamming his fist into his opposite hand.

Jon Arryn stared at Robert for long minutes before slowly standing and walking down the dais from his thrones.

He turned back to glance at the proud weirwood thrones under an enormous sigil of his House. In that moment sadness washed over him, if Brandon and Rickard had perished his heir Elbert was likely dead too. No word had been sent on his whereabouts, now his House was in disarray with no heir it was time to strike.

"My family used to be Kings in this region young man, we built the palace you're standing in now over generations into the grandeur you see today. We handed over our titles to the Targaryens when they came because we knew we could never defeat the weapons they possessed. Today, their House is weak and vulnerable. Aerys is mad, Rhaegar is-" he paused as he saw Robert's face enrage at the mention of his cousin, "Rhaegar is absent from the capitol. Rebellion is rising my boy that's true, but do we just join them? Or do we create a rebellion of our own? With the Vale, Stormlands and the North combined our armies will dwarf what is in the West ten fold. We come together and we take this kingdom, for ourselves!" Jon spoke with certainty and passion, it ignited a new thought in Robert.

Robert smiled, he like that idea much better than his own. There was a problem though, once Aerys was gone who takes control?

"Who will sit the Iron Throne Jon?"

Jon turned to look at Robert squarely, "Right now the Kingdom needs strength, youth, justice and honour. War will cause chaos in all our lands, we need someone who can mend that. Who do you think can do all of this?"

Robert breathed in and out deeply his mind whirling with options, "Ned Stark could do that"

Jon nodded, "Yes son exactly my thoughts too. He has just cause to take the throne in revenge for his family, he is patient and just. Do you think he would want the throne?"

Robert laughed, "We honestly never thought we'd be in this position so I'm not sure"

"There is another option young Stag, another also holds a right to claim the throne due to blood ties to the Targaryens. And that is you"

Robert was quiet for a moment he had thought this in the back of his mind but had never thought of it being possible, "Me, King?"

He broke out in laughter that echoed around the hall.

"I have the blood ties but you know me Jon. I like to fight and fuck too much to run a country!"

"Yes I'm aware of your vices young man but you are able to rally men behind you, you can make men believe in you. You have a strength of your own that would suit the throne, and we need a strong King. We have a dilemma because both you and Ned possess differing qualities this kingdom needs"

Robert looked unsure, "I'm not sure I want that responsibility Jon"

Jon rubbed his chin deep in thought, "One step at a time. We call the Banners, then we March North to proclaim our support for Ned Stark, King in the North. If Ned doesn't want the throne we will go from there"

"Seven hells", swore Robert, "are we really doing this? Will we finally be rid of that mad old dragon?"

"Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves yet, many remain loyal to the Dragons. Bloodshed lies ahead" warned Jon.

Robert grinned and stroked the handle of his war hammer, "I'm ready"

A loud crash sounded at the end of the hall as an Arryn squire tore into the room, running at haste looking pale.

"My Lord," he panted and held out a scroll.

Jon strode forward and took the scroll from the young mans hands and unrolled it. Momentarily his face darkened before a grim smile formed on his face, "What is it?" said Robert impatiently.

Jon flicked the scroll to his ward, "Aerys demands. I think you'll find it interesting"

Robert unrolled it and furiously read it numerous times, he looked up incredulous.

"Is this a joke?"

"Apparently not, it bears the seal of the dragon. And that is the hand of Aerys"

"Pledge your loyalty to your King Aerys Targaryen I, bring the heads of Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark to the capitol and bend the knee to your King. Traitors will be burned by order of the King, present immediately to answer to the crime of Treason. All Houses loyal to the crown rise up and bring the heads of traitors to the capitol at haste"

"I can assure you copies of this went to every House in the Kingdom. We need to act fast before the loyalists can act. Young man," Jon addressed the squire, "call the Banners immediately. Robert go home, call your Banners we go to war"

The young squire nodded, white faced and nervous before running from the hall with haste to carry out his Lords orders. Robert stepped forward and clasped Jon's arm and elbow with his large muscly arm, he looked intently into Jon's eyes.

"Let's end a dynasty" said Robert, the men smiled as they swung into action.

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The bells sounded across the town, ringing frantically by what Ned assumed were the septons. There had been much bloodshed to get here, his allies had faced bloodshed in their own lands to proclaim support for the North's cause. They had proven their loyalty to Ned and now it was Neds turn to show his loyalty and rescue his staunchest ally. It hadn't taken long for the town to be breached despite having tall walls and looking seemingly impenetrable. Watching from a rise in the land, Ned sat atop his horse flanked by Jon Arryn and Hoster Tully. The carnage unfolded in front of them, a fire was burning somewhere, the acrid scent of burning wood and burning flesh was unmistakeable. The horses shifted uneasily as the cries of men and the clash of arms rang all around them. Every so often a general would come for instructions, Ned watched with keen eyes as the town of Stoney Sept erupted in fighting, men fought for their lives along the city walls. Some men falling screaming to their death, others losing limbs, others having their throats cut and their lives ended. Blood and claret splashed over the walls of the town as the bodies began to pile up.

After a short space of time one could taste the battle as well as smell it, the scent of blood, sweat and mud stirred by the prolonged fighting. The screams and blood curdling sounds of dying horses in the battle rang through the heads of everyone on the battlefield.

Ned gripped the reins so tightly in his hands he felt them cutting into his flesh, in his gut he felt anxious unable to tell if they were winning or losing. After a time of being patient he spurred his horse into a trot around the clearing. Jon and Hoster looked to him, "I can't just sit here any longer. I'm going in"

"Ned wait we need to keep you safe-" started Hoster Tully, who had pledged allegiance to the Northern King.

"We're in battle Lord Tully, nowhere is safe" returned Ned grimly, "I'll not sit by and let my men fight for me"

Without another word Neds horse galloped into the fray, urging the horse forward he charged straight through a group of loyalist soldiers. Ned heard the crunch of breaking bones and skulls as his horse trampled through them. The whole time the bells were tolling, they were so loud combined with the screaming and sound of steel it started to feel like they were rolling in his head. Before long Ned pushed off the stirrups and unsheathed his sword as he leapt from the horses back. Landing amongst the chaos of the battle Ned struck left and right all around him feeling his blade sink into bodies so deep his hands brushed against the rib cages of his enemies. Remaining focused Ned fought like a shadow demon cutting and slashing his opponents until they fell before him, clearing a path to the town. Robert, he had to get in there and find Robert. That was the whole objective, but without his vantage point of being on horseback his vision was just a sea of unpredictable bodies. Every man fighting to live, every man upholding their lords cause. Ned felt the warm familiar feeling of pushing through a constantly moving sea of bodies, mud and blood splattering across his face and body. Some was the blood of his attackers, some was the blood of the men dying around him. Ned heard steel on steel, gurgling of throats being cut, the thud of dead men dropping. Remembering why he was here and what had been taken from him spurred Ned on, frantically he fought for his life. A few times almost falling victim himself to a stray blade and being saved by his men, finally there was a break in the fighters. Pushing through the sea of men Ned broke through and ran into the town.

Relieved to be running on solid ground instead of mud and bodies Ned tore through the town dodging enemies and arrows. His sense of hearing was heightened and he heard the bows of the archers on the walls pulling back preparing to fire. Every few metres he would take refuge in a building or behind market stalls. Chaos was all around him, the smell of burning had gotten stronger. The sounds of fighting and dying were louder than out in the field surrounding the town, which Ned had thought was deafening out there. A Northerner ran by Ned and he grasped the man by his collar, the man was obviously running on adrenalin. His eyes were dilated wildly and he was covered in mud and blood.

"Where is Lord Baratheon?" yelled Ned to the soldier.

The man turned and pointed, "He came out of the brothel in the main square, he's fighting-"

Before he could finish his sentence an arrow burst through the mans throat and Neds face was splattered with warm, thick red blood. Spitting the blood from his mouth and recoiling at the metallic taste in his mouth Ned dropped the mans body and ran at full speed into the main square. On his way to the main square Ned heard women screaming, without a thought he changed direction towards the screams. He came upon a small group of enemy soldiers attacking a group of young women and girls. Some bodies of young women lay around the feet of the survivors their throats savagely slashed, he could hear the cry of a child and the scream of a baby. Screaming in fury Ned charged the men pushed forward by a gush of icy cold wind. His rage and anger boiling over, the wind gusts swirled around the soldiers. The air stung their eyes as the dust from the town and the freezing air engulfed them, and with it came a maddening scream and a sword cutting through them. Within a couple of minutes of constant slashing, pushing and stabbing Ned had a pile of bodies around his feet. He was covered in blood from head to toe, and he panted with exertion. The women and girls cowered away from him, frightened and unsure what he would do next. The rage was still burning inside him, the faces of his brother, father and sister floated in his memory. The build up of anger, sadness and Adrenalin from battle was too much, he fell to his knees threw his head back and howled like a crazed wolf. When he finished he fell forward and looked down at his blood and mud covered hands on the cobblestones of the town. It was then he started to feel the aches, pains and bruises from battle, slowly and painfully he got to his feet and looked around. The women had scattered to safer places, Ned was completely alone and the town was quiet, eerily quiet for a few moments. The only sounds he heard were of his strained breathing and the loud pounding of his heart beating in his ears. Suddenly a shout and a loud cheer sounded nearby, ignoring the pain in his body and the smell of death around him Ned broke into a run to find who made those sounds. Every step sent pain shooting through Neds body and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was going to be sick from anxiety. Still he pushed on until the street opened up to the main square, to Neds relief he saw the loyalist soldiers subdued. The leader of the host, Jon Connington was broken and bleeding at Roberts feet as Robert thrust his sword into the air and the crowd of rebel soldiers cheered. Robert caught sight of Ned limping into the square and stared at his friend, suddenly he roared in happiness. Robert's war hammer lay a few feet away covered in hair and blood, it had dropped in the moment and he had favoured the lighter sword in his fight with the enemies.

"Long live the King!" he extended his sword hand outward in Neds direction, announcing Neds arrival in the square.

The crowd followed his gaze and erupted into cheers at Neds appearance, the soldiers of the North, Stormlands, Vale and Riverlands clashed their weapons across their shields. The noise was absolutely deafening, Ned wasn't used to the attention of being called a King and suddenly felt self conscious. Without a word Robert knelt and the crowd followed suit, Ned looked around the square of the Stoney Sept. Men from three major regions were on their knees for him, it didn't take away the urge to be sick that clung to him. He thought he might be sick at any moment, under the blood on his face Ned was pale and in shock from the events of the battle. Slowly Ned limped into the middle of the square and looked all around him, he saw the soldiers taken prisoner from the loyalist army watching warily from their chains.

Ned looked around, every man was covered head to toe in mud, blood and sweat. Their swords stained with blood and faeces from being plunged into countless bodies. Rickard came to Neds mind, then Brandon and Lyanna, he was fighting for them, fighting for revenge and retribution. Robert glanced up and made a signal to Ned to speak, to which Ned swallowed thickly and tried to think of the right words to say.

"Today we showed the world just what men from the North, the Vale, the Stormlands and the Riverlands can do," started Ned which brought many cheers from the survivors, "we showed the world we won't stand for the tyranny that's seated on the Iron Throne. We will not stand by and let those we love be taken from us, and we will not bend our knee any longer to the Mad King or the Targaryens!"

The crowd of soldiers rose to their feet and cheered loudly at Neds words, still feeling the adrenalin of battle the soldiers celebrated for a few moments. Ned signalled to the crowd for quiet and they obliged for their young courageous leader, "You all fought bravely today, you survived to fight and live another day. But the fight is not over, in fact it's a long way from over. We have more enemies out there waiting to face us, we have more revenge for the murder of my father and brother. We have the numbers to win but that all means nothing if they're not afraid to meet us on the field. If they don't fear us they will believe they have a chance to slay us and rob your families of having you come home. Today we change that, today we send old Aerys the head of every soldier in his army that was on the field. Because when the enemy is scared they make mistakes, and those mistakes we will use to slaughter them all and finally be free!!"

The crowd erupted into rapturous applause and Ned felt the satisfaction of revenge coursing through his body, he had dreamed of this moment every night since he saw the burned and broken remains of his family. The cold anger he felt deep in the crypts as he laid Rickard and Brandon to rest hadn't stopped burning since he left Winterfell along the same road their bodies took to return home.

"Men! Go out and find every enemy soldier right now. Remove their heads from their bodies, let's send Aerys a present from the North, the Vale and the Riverlands!!" yelled Ned until his throat began to hurt, his fury had bubbled over the surface and without hesitation the beheading began. Ned turned to see a mixture of fear and awe on Robert's face, as the screams of soldiers having their heads removed from their bodies permeated the town.

Robert raised his sword in preparation to kill Jon Connington, commander of the loyalist army but Ned signalled for him to wait. Ned approached and knelt by the injured commander, whose face was so beaten and bloody he was unrecognisable.

"Don't kill this one Robert," said Ned as he knelt and looked him over, his breathing ragged and blood pooling around his body, "we need one survivor to go back to Aerys"

Robert slowly lowered his sword and sheathed it, he began to laugh as he looked around at the continued carnage of beheading that was happening all around them. The loyalist soldiers were pissing and shitting themselves as they waited their turn to die, it was inevitable and cruel to make them watch. But the orders were given and would be carried out.

The severed heads were piled up on carriages and Jon Connington was bound and tied on to the lead carriage bound for Kings Landing. Ned watched from horse back as the carriages slowly rolled out to their destination, the Red Keep. Ned was flanked by Robert and Jon with Hoster at the rear, all the men were battle worn and exhausted. The field was empty of loyalist bodies as they were thrown into mass graves dug by the last surviving loyalist soldiers before their heads were removed. Ned had made some brutal decisions, which were completely out of character for him. The angry fire in the pit of his gut had calmed, and he watched his orders be enacted, it was only right he see the product of his orders. He thought he would feel better after seeing so many enemies killed to avenge his family, he thought he would've relished the power and prestige of ordering thousands of men to follow his orders, instead he felt empty inside. He was a killer, he was driven mad by grief and he didn't feel one shred of satisfaction for today's events, what made him any different from Aerys? Inside Ned felt intensely conflicted. As he watched silently his men scoured the fields for valuables and bodies of either side, he saw the terrified townspeople watching him with absolute terror across their faces. Ned had ordered the civilians be left alone, no one was to touch the village which had become unwitting bystanders but it didn't stop them being terrified of their fates too. Scared women and children cowered helplessly convinced they too would meet their end, the sick feeling rose higher in Neds gut as he struggled to push down the urge to empty his stomach. He succeeded in pushing it down out of pure need to remain looking strong he couldn't have his advisors and soldiers perceive him to be weak in any way. After a long time Ned wordlessly turned his horse followed by his advisors, they rode at haste to Riverrun where the rebel army would plot their next move.

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Rhaegar couldnt stop touching her body, when he wasn't inside of her he needed to be touching her. The energy between them was intense and powerful, Lyannas body would convulse with powerful waves of energy at the point of orgasm and they often lay panting and laughing afterward. For the short time they had been together all thoughts of what they left behind them were forgotten. Nothing else in the world mattered at this time, except them. The world raged on around them but they remained oblivious to events unfolding at that point in time. The only reminder was the regular visits by the Dornish bringing messages from spies to the soldiers who protected Rhaegar and Lyanna.

Lyanna began to notice some unusual things, firstly her dreams intensified and she knew what those around her were thinking. The waves of energy she felt during orgasm started to come more frequently and she thought sometimes she saw sparks shooting out of her hands. Then there was Rhaegar, he often read this strange black book that had a language in it she didn't understand, he would read it and mutter strange words. She watched him one day as he sat outside the tower they had chosen to take refuge in staring across the desolate terrain. He was reading the book, closing his eyes momentarily and speaking a foreign tongue. Her heart swelled with love as she watched the wind tug at his silver hair and the shape of his strong jawline. Usually she let him be but today she followed the urge to go and join him. Lyanna slowly walked through the desert terrain to the rocky outcrop Rhaegar liked to sit on and spend hours poring over the pages of the mysterious book. She sat on a flat rock near Rhaegars feet and watched him for a few minutes as he spoke quietly in a language she had never heard before, he spoke eloquently and deliberately. It was a beautiful language and she watched intently, noticing that when he spoke she felt some kind of power building in the air around him. After his words died away Lyanna still felt the power in the air and some kind of shift around her, like a tidal wave of power rolling through the breeze. Finally Rhaegar opened his eyes, "I've been waiting for you to come and join me out here Lyanna"

Lyanna shifted uncomfortably as his gaze was more intense than usual, "What are you doing out here?"

"Can you feel it? What I'm doing?"

Lyanna shrugged, "I can feel something, what it is though I don't know". She squinted from the brightness of the sun and the bright blue sky as she stared at Rhaegar.

Rhaegar leaned forward and took her hand, immediately a rush of energy poured into her body and she involuntarily threw her head back from the force of it entering her. It was painful and pleasuring at the same time, stinging her but feeling nice as well. Immediately she saw a great wolf running through the snow, the taste of a fresh kill in its mouth. The cold snow beneath its paws refreshing to the hot Dornish sun, and the tingle of the cold wind familiar and reminding her of home. The wolf ran until it stopped to look over a canyon of frozen wasteland and perched on the cliff unleashing a powerful and melancholy howl. Her howl was met with hundreds of howls across the valley, members of her pack that were there but were unseen. At this point in time she was in two places at once, a frozen desolate land in the body of a wolf and in her body in Dorne under the burning hot sun. Suddenly Lyanna was back in her body, feeling the effects of the strong magic in her body making her feel incredibly sick and dizzy. She fell forward, her hands sprawling out to hold up her body weight on the hot stone. Several minutes passed as the waves of dizziness washed through her, every so often she panicked a little at the unfamiliar sensation. But Rhaegar's strong hands were on her shoulders, a stabilising energy that held her together. She reached up and weakly grasped his wrist and looked up up into his eyes.

"I think you've guessed what's going on Lyanna" said Rhaegar gently, "there's magic within us, and it's waking"

Immediately Old Nan flashed into her mind, "Yes," she said weakly, "I was told of this"

"You were?" asked Rhaegar, his interest piqued, "by who?"

"Old Nan," said Lyanna still feeling dizzy and keeping her eyes closed to stop the spinning sensation, "she has been working for our family for generations and she knows more of our family's history than the Maesters do. She's the one who told me of the magic hidden in our blood"

Rhaegar sat silently while Lyanna composed herself, after some time the spinning slowly stopped.

"That eventually goes away," he said gently as he pulled her closer to sit between his legs leaning her head against the lower part of his stomach. He circled his fingers gently across her neck which sent pleasing shivers down her spine.

"Do you believe there is more to what's between us than just how we feel for one another?" he asked her quietly as the warm wind danced around them.

"Yes," replied Lyanna quietly, "my dreams have been showing me things Rhaegar, the choices we made have changed the fates of many people. Including those we care about, there must be something bigger than us for the world to change the way it has"

Rhaegar nodded as he thought how to choose his words carefully, "Do you believe in prophecies Lyanna?"

"I know of many prophecies but I'm yet to see one come true"

"What if one is unfolding as we speak?"

"I'd have trouble believing that but," she sighed, "after everything that's happened so far it wouldn't be the strangest thing I've encountered"

She laughed a little and tilted her head back to gaze up at Rhaegar, he looked down at her and cupped her face gently. Something about her stirred something so primal within Rhaegar, he wanted to ravage her there and then but held back enacting his desire.

"Let me show you something and then tell me how you feel" he said gently, "do you trust me?"

Her intense gaze burned deeply into his and they sat perched in the middle of the desert together on a pile of large flat rocks.

"Completely" she replied not breaking her gaze, slowly and gently Rhaegar touched his middle finger to the space between her eyes. Immediately Lyanna fell deep into a powerful dream state as Rhaegar revealed the prophecy.

It had been difficult for Lyanna to watch, she could see the faces of people and places she knew. She could almost touch them but she couldn't save them, and as she came face to face with those familiar blue eyes she felt sick inside. As the prophecy unfolded and she watched the dead devour the living Lyanna began to feel the anxiety rise in her and tasted the hot sourness of bile rising at the rear of her throat. Old Nan burst into her mind and her ominous words when she was a child and when she departed Winterfell echoed all around her. When the vision gave way to darkness that slowly dissipated and she returned to her body Lyanna grasped Rhaegar's strong arms around her gratefully. Panting from the shock of the prophecy she held him close, the living, the warmth which was completely stark in contrast to the suffocating deadly cold she had felt moments before.

"What do we need to do?" she whispered to Rhaegar.

Rhaegar stroked the side of her face, "We need to become stronger, much stronger and," he rested a hand across her stomach, "we need to create new life"

Lyanna reached up to Rhaegar and pulled his face to hers, they kissed for several long moments before she pulled away.

"But Rhaegar how will we-" she spoke doubtfully, "I made a promise to Elia, I wouldn't interfere"

Rhaegar looked sad for a moment and Lyanna caught the change in his expression, "I also made a promise to Elia I couldn't keep. She gave us her blessing though" he grasped Lyannas hands and stared deep into her eyes. Lyanna saw the last time Elia and Rhaegar spoke and heard her words, "It's time to make a hard decision Rhaegar, you have to choose. There is nothing for me in the flames"

Lyanna dropped her head sadly, a sinking feeling in her gut. This wasn't how it was meant to go, Elia was supposed to be safe as well, she was pure and good.

"We have to accept not everything will go our way, sometimes the ones we love will get hurt"

"No Rhaegar not with Elia, we have to save her too. I won't leave her behind, I've lost too many people already-" tears welled up in Lyannas eyes as the reality of needing to make hard decisions washed over her.

Rhaegar tilted her head up with a finger under her chin, "I made a hard decision to choose you, Elia accepted her fate, will you step into yours?"

"Only if we at least try to get her out of there. I won't budge on that" replied Lyanna with a hint of defiance.

"There's only one problem, legitimacy" said Rhaegar simply.

"I promised Elia I wouldn't get in the way of your children and their birthright. I don't go back on my promises Rhaegar, she trusted me" spoke Lyanna heatedly.

Rhaegar smiled and stroked her face lovingly, "If we join our Houses together you won't be interfering with my children's succession if that's what you desire my Love"

Lyannas heart jumped at his words and her stomach tingled with butterflies, he had such an effect on her to make her feel like a love sick girl.

"I will not stand in the way of your children or dishonour my pledge to Elia," said Lyanna with certainty she grasped his hand and kissed it passionately, "let the Houses of Dragon and Wolf come together"

Before she knew what was happening the Septon was saying the words and she was repeating her vows, and with the ribbon joining their hands as one she became Lyanna Targaryen.

As the babe grew inside her body the intensity of what she could feel and do grew exponentially, with her strength growing so fast she needed to practice daily. Standing on the flat rock, her growing stomach protruding from her white gown flapping in the warm wind, Lyanna had her arms out wide. The sun streamed down upon her and as she focused her energy and it grew within her she opened her eyes and they shone with an unearthly blue light. Blue fire exploded from her skin and travelled down her arms to collect in her hands, when enough built up enormous blue fire balls shot across the desert floor. Enormous plumes of sand erupted into the air as the fireballs peppered the rolling sand hills. Lyanna shone with blinding blue flames that were as cold as ice from beyond the wall, she smiled as she felt the magic coursing through her body. Pulling the blue flames back under her skin Lyanna lifted her arm high into the air and swung her arm into a wide arc above her head. As her arm circled a crackling sound echoed across the plain as an icy blue stream of energy shot from her hand and as she swung her arm across her body the blue light whipped around and across. It made a defeaning crack and shook the ground as the blinding blue whip snapped through the air. Rhaegar watched Lyanna wield her fast growing magic with intense satisfaction, they were developing at such an accelerated rate now. He stepped forward and created a vortex of spinning sand, sending it across the desert plain. It whirled fast and furious, collecting more sand as it spun growing in size and intensity before it spun into an enormous dragon made of air and sand. Rhaegar dramatically dropped his hand and the dragon roared into the air, its roar sounded like an angry wind and it soared around the Tower and the land surrounding it. It soared around them and it's roar became a huge stream of flame in the sky, slowly the flame from within the sand dragon permeated its entire form. Within seconds the sand dragon was made of fire dancing through the bright blue sky. Lyannas ice fire magic roared from her body and spun through the air growing to become a dragon of icy blue fire. The two dragons of fire and ice clashed in the air, spinning and diving around the other. Sometimes they flew alongside one another in a beautiful flowing dance before they clashed aggressively and savagely, roaring and soaring around Rhaegar and Lyanna. Suddenly they swirled around them as they stood on the rock, creating a blinding vortex of orange flames and shining blue ice. The opposing magical forces repelling each other and building intense power from their friction. The energy it generated crackled, hissed and threw sparks across the desert in all directions. The power built to a crescendo and the dragons dove into one another exploding into an unstoppable force, sending powerful shock waves outward into the desert. The ground shook violently beneath their feet and the magic hung thickly in the air around them resembling millions of particles of glittering glass shining in the sun.

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