Outside Sunspear

Oberyn was annoyed. Oh he'd been annoyed for the past week, ever since his brother, Doran, told him that Jon Arryn was riding here with their sister's remains. Although, Doran had already known Jon was riding for a month. It was stupid and impractical. It was also, Oberyn conceded, completely understandable. The Landing smelt like shit and he didn't even want to think about how bad a king the Usurper is. Even Aerys wasn't this bad with money.

Now Oberyn has to leave with two hundred men to escort the Lord Hand and his sister home. Where she should have already been sent years ago. This however, this is not what he expected. At most he expected a knight to be sent, maybe a minor lord. Oberyn did not expect the Lord hand, Lord of the Vale, the Warden of the East, Jon Arryn, to come himself. When Doran told him he was shocked, granted at the time it only lasted about ten seconds. Then it was replaced with anger as hot as the sands of Dorne, anger that he wouldn't see his sister sooner. When Oberyn calmed down however, he was astounded. He knew that Jon found what was done to be reprehensible, Oberyn could respect him for that. It was unheard of however for the remains to be delivered by the Hand, normally they'd just be shoved onto a ship and sent to the port closest to their final resting place. Oberyn won't complain however, he still gets what he wants. To see his sister.

Two weeks into the trip

Very few things truly piss Oberyn off, Lannisters, raiders, Baratheons, Lannisters, raiders, Lannister raiders and finally Lannisters. Unfortunately there were no Baratheons or Lannisters here, and that only left raiders. Even more than normal raiders however, Oberyn hates the ones that prey on those defenceless the most. Which is what he and his men just stumbled across, well not just they could see it for at least a kilometer and those on horses hurried to support the citizens.

Battle

Harry was annoyed. So was Sirius for that matter. Harry, Sirius and Vern were making a trip to Sunspear to make a request of Prince Doran or Oberyn. They got so close, just a week out, three weeks away from Lightstall. That's when they were set upon by raiders. Not many, but considering that there were only three of them, twenty five is a lot. Add to that the dust cloud they could see rushing towards them, well they weren't very happy. After all if they were the only ones here for kilometres Harry and Sirius could make use of magic, even the field but since they had people coming, flashes of light would be noticed. So they had to try and hold out until their help could arrive.

Harry was in the middle, Sirius on his right and Vern on his left, they had a slight advantage, they were all on horses only six of the raiders were. Their disadvantage however, they had no spears, the other horsemen did. Normally Harry or Sirius would simply transfigure something into a spear, conjure one or just use piercing hexes and be done, this time they couldn't. Their help was too close, maybe seven hundred metres.

Four horsemen charged, five seconds later the other two followed their comrades. This would prove a slight mistake. While Harry and Sirius can't use their wands they can use wandless magic. They might not have a great arsenal of wandless but they can use banishing charms with ease. Harry threw two knives and Sirius threw two, at forty metres and closing it would be a hard shot to hit, with magic it became as easy as breathing. Harry's first knife hits the horse in the eye, blood erupts forcing the horse on hind legs, it's rider loses his balance and falls to the ground. His second knife hits true, hitting its target in the throat, blood runs out of his mouth and down his neck and he slumps in the saddle.

Sirius' two however both hit the horses. He aimed for them and they hit perfectly, causing them to collide, throwing their riders to the ground, causing them to get trampled by their friend before he ran into their horses, hurling him forward, spear flying from his hand, landing under him.

Now the rider from Harry's first knife didn't come out unscathed, his horse fell on him, five hundred kilos, landing on his right shoulder. He is lucky, ever so slightly, that it wasn't the full weight of the horse, nine hundred kilos. He managed to get his arm out, surprisingly quickly, then he tried to stand.

Only to meet a horse hoof directly between the eyes, going about forty kilometers per hour, then he had a head no more, as it was sailing past Harry.

The last horseman was ten metres away, Vern prepared himself. They were going to meet. The spear entered striking range. As it was about to connect, Vern jerks his sword into the shaft, knocking it over his shoulder and swinging as hard as he could, cutting through the raiders neck, not decapitating him but it was close.

Oberyn charging to help

Oberyn was astounded, six horsemen charging should have killed them, they should be charging to avenge the fallen villegers. Then one horseman died, another's horse died sending him to the hot sand. That was followed by two horses colliding and their riders being trampled, then a final one being hurled from his horse and being impaled. Actually impaled by his own spear. Then the last simply being beaten by a better rider and warrior. Though going against that many infantry would be hard with their small numbers. 'At least I'll get to have a fight today, not a good one but ten against three is just bullshit.' Oberyn thinks.

Battle

When the riders are dead Harry breathes a sigh of relief. When he noticed the banner riding towards them he breathed another. A sun with a spear through it. Thinking it was just a patrol from Sunspear Harry was happy, when he noticed the man at the front of the pack he pointed it out to Vern, who said with a grin, "That's Oberyn Martell Harry, a good man. Bit like Sirius from his school stories, a ladies man. He's also incredibly dangerous. Strikes like a snake, it's where he got his nickname, 'The Red Viper', well that and his use of poison." Harry just nods.

The Martell force was two hundred metres out when the raiders finally noticed, twenty horses coming at them, fast. A full gallop charge. When they noticed one horse start to pull further ahead of the pack they tried to set a formation to trap him. It worked. He made it to their line, and their fastest man moved and pulled him from his horse, causing the incoming group to slow down. What they didn't expect was one of the travelers to charge them, he killed two by cutting into the unprotected rear of their neck, cutting all the way through before they broke from their shock and killed his horse.

Harry was fucked, he knew that. He also knew that Prince Oberyn Martell charged their enemies to help them. He couldn't let the Prince die after that, not that he would anyway. So he charged in, killing two of them with quick slashes. Then his horse was killed. It was a good thing he was preparing to jump off anyway, because his feet weren't in the stirrups; they weren't caught when he jumped onto the raider closest to Oberyn. Banding with his blade sinking into the man's head, he looked at Oberyn and said, "You know we're fucked right? Your men won't charge because they could hit you and my friends won't charge because they're smarter than us." Oberyn smirked replying, "Correct my friend, except my men are trained to fight on horse or foot, they'll be here, now shall we kill some cunts?" Harry grins and swings his sword at a bandit trying to attack Oberyn, cutting off his arm at the elbow, saying, "But of course my Prince." That's when the wave hit.

Sirius could see the Martell troops getting off their horses and charging twenty metres before they crashed against the already breaking raider line. That's when he and Vern dismounted and charged into them. Sirius and Vern take out three enemies before they get to Harry and Oberyn, when they get there they see five bodies. Quickly they get into positions where they could protect each other. Two men charge Oberyn, one charges Harry and two more charge Vern and Sirius.

Oberyn uses his spear to deflect the first blow into the second, quickly jabbing at his attacker's throat before striking the seconds forward leg with the shaft of his spear, hard, ending him by driving his spear into his opponent's skull.

Harry blocks the first strike, dodges the second and replies with an overhand slash that's blocked. Parries a thrust and steps into his opponent's guard slashes down on his arm then slashes up his throat, following through, splitting his head.

Vern and Sirius use quick teamwork to dispatch their opponent's, one was about five metres ahead of his comrade, Vern slashes, blocked. Sirius thrusts, hit, raider loses his sword, Vern Slashes at his neck, cutting off his head. Parrying his final enemy's sword Sirius finishes it by taking this one's head off.

While that was all going on, the Martell forces had quickly taken down the raiders surrounding their leader with practiced ease.

When Oberyn noticed the raiders were all dead, he turned to Harry and asked, "Well my friend, we have fought a battle today, normally we'd check for casualties but there are none, now why are you all so far from your home, there's no village around at least a week of hard riding?" Vern looks at him for a few seconds before sighing, "Well we were actually on our way to see either you or your brother, we have had trouble with bandits the past few months you see. Our Elder sent us as envoys to Sunspear, to see if we can't get assistance in dealing with them."

Oberyn looks at Vern appraisingly, looking for any hint of deception, not finding any he replies, "At the moment Sunspear won't provide much aid, not because we don't want to, we can't. We had more restrictions placed upon us than any other kingdom after the Useper Rebellion. Our military is not what it once was, the two hundred men I have with me are most of our veterans. What village are you from" Oberyn says looking concerned.

Vern looks at him and says, "Lightstall my Prince." Oberyn looks like he's been slapped. "Lightstall you say? I have not heard of that town in a very long time. Not since my own father took me there. You say Lightstall needs aid? You shall get it."

Vern looks confused, after all he just got his request of aid without actually explaining anything. That's not how it was meant to go. Most of the soldiers with Oberyn looked confused, except the two oldest ones there. They took Vern aside and explained to him while Oberyn was talking to Harry about his form, "Oberyn has a soft spot for Lightstall, all Martells do actually. Your Elder Athen saved Oberyn and Doran's Father's life a long time ago. Twice actually. Once in the Ninepenny war and once when his convoy was set upon by the largest band of raiders in recent memory. About four hundred men on horses and one hundred on foot. The Martells never forgot and they will always aid Lightstall because of it."

Vern looked at them surprised, nodded thanking them for explaining then walked to his horse to get two more, one for Harry and one for Oberyn. He found two that looked young and healthy and bought them back.

All they needed to do was go with Oberyn, as he insisted on being called, and meet a man named Jon Arryn. Then the combined party will set upon the raiders like never before.

Dragons Lost, Dragons Found

Braavos, house with the red door

Daenerys was lost. Well and truly lost. She had 'awoken the dragon' so she ran. Ser Willem couldn't stop her, he wasn't in the room until Viserys screamed at her to, "Get back here and face punishment." That caused Ser Willem to run in, hand on sword only to see the door open and Daeneryn running as fast as she could.

Ser Willem was worried. The Princess had run, because of her brother. He was so pissed off, he can't even do anything about it either, Viserys was the rightful King, Ser Willem is the Kingsguard, it's his duty to do what's asked of him. Although he wasn't always Kingsguard, he used to be a loyal servant of House Targaryen, he was made a Kingsguard by his Queen, Rhaella Targaryen. Asked to watch over her children, both of them, now he can't, all because of one foolish little boy. Ser Willem is no oathbreaker but right now, he wants to find the Princess because Viserys has too much of his father in him, at least Aerys waited a while before going insane.

It would be so easy for him to look for her but then both the Targaryens would most likely be dead. So now he has to stay, in a house with a red door, in a house with a mad boy who will most likely be dead before his sixteenth nameday.

Braavos, docks

Daenerys was scared, completely terrified. She woke the dragon and ran and ran and didn't stop until her legs were about to give up. When Dany finally looked around, he realised she was at the dock, her five nameday old mind could only just work out what the closest ship said, 'The Mermans Revenge' so when she saw a large man with a jovial smile she walked up to him and asked, "Scuse me sir, can you hewp me?"

Reaching Roses

Highgarden, Lady Olenna's Solar, The Reach

Olenna Tyrell is old, that much can't be disputed. Olenna Tyrell is also one of the oldest players in the game, the main power of House Tyrell and finally...she is incredibly sad. Her closest friend is dead, possibly her only true friend. Oh she has plenty of ladies to call friends, none she really likes however. Never had, until she met Rhaella Targaryen. Quick witted and sharp tongued. This and this alone is why she is currently writing a letter to Eddard Stark, someone Olenna wishes she could hate, yet can't force herself to. He was the only one to express his outrage and disgust, severing all communication to the South. Well nearly, regular reports to Jon Arryn and the occasional letter don't really count.

This letter is one she never thought it would be one she'd write however. After all, who in their right mind would expect her to offer her granddaughter to any of his children. It was unprecedented, she wasn't even excluding the Bastard of the North. That's what people call him, Jon Snow. Lord Stark's stain. Although her son will be in a proper fury when he finds out. She doesn't care.

Lord Mace Tyrell's Solar

'Life has been good since the Rebellion' Mace Tyrell thinks to himself. Very good actually. The Tyrells barely had to pay any reparations. Even Mace agrees that it was a fool's move not to make them pay. Then again, Jon Arryn is no fool, if The Reach was made to truly pay there'd be another rebellion, so they escaped relatively unscathed.

Although his mother was plotting, always plotting. Except after word got back that Queen Rhaella died. 'Mother was remarkably sad after that for a moon or two. Sadder than when father died, sadder than when her own parents died.' Mace ponders for a while about that, thinking nothing of it he calls for a servant to bring him a cheese plate and some wine, after all managing a kingdom was hard work.

Gods upon Gods

Northern Lookout

The Old Gods, the Gods Without Names. Oh they have names, long forgotten ones. There were twelve you see. They were currently looking at their most loyal worshippers, The Starks. Not a strange occurrence certainly. The biggest difference this time however, is that they are watching together, normally in twos or threes, never all twelve. One of them just looked disgusted, muttering about useless squids and 'Iron Cunts' while sharpening his trident. The other eleven just roll their eyes and keep watching, ignoring him, he's not wrong though, everyone hates the Ironborn and are thankful that they haven't tried to worship anyone else.

Southern Lookout

The Seven were pissed. Still pissed from that stupid boys rebellion. Killing off the ones that they chose. They knew The Old Gods were pissed about that too. After all, the Targareyns were their chosen champions first. That's why the North knelt in the first place. That however is a story for another day.

Maybe they could take the Starks next.

Words W/O AN - 2877

A/N: AssassinBB, completely true, I did. As it has been mentioned I will say here and now, it won;t be used. It seems a little OP.

I know where this will go and am slowly building up chapter length.

Also, I don't know how a five year old would speak.