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Edric made his way down the hall to his chambers which were situated adjacent to Lord Stark's own chambers. As he entered, he spread out his senses, making sure he was alone. Once he was satisfied that he was alone, he made his way over to a box and, carefully opened it, revealing his lightsabers. He had always wielded one, common of most Jedi. What was uncommon was the black crystal that resided within. Black kyber crystals were extremely rare, unseen since the days of the old Republic, but it fit him well considering his past. It was capable of changing colors if he wanted, but the day he had put his saber together, he had channeled everything inside himself into his crystal which resulted in an amethyst blade with a black center. That event is why Mace Windu had chosen to teach him vapaad, his own personal lightsaber technique. It had taken years for him to master, but once he had, Windu had been pleased. His own master had never cared for Windu. She had always said he was far too stern and set in his ways. Edric however, had learned the Windu had simply come to fear change. The hilt of his blade though, certainly never invoked confidence of his place in the light. The way it was modeled reminded many of some of the fierce sith lightsabers such as the one wielded by Darth Malgus. It was a little smoother but certainly prepared for war. It also had the capability to be combined with a compatible lightsaber into a dual bladed lightsaber, something he had seen wielded by Darth Maul.

His own master, Fay, had preferred a single blade as well. The hilt was smooth and silver, graceful, with an orange crystal. It sat neatly next to his own saber, taken from General Grievous in their fight on Utapu. In that moment of victory, he had hoped to give it to someone to be used, perhaps a padawan he thought worthy. Karina certainly wouldn't take it as she had become far to attached to her own. Now he doubted anyone would wield it ever again. He could, however, combine it with his to create that dual bladed lightsaber. It had been his master's idea in case she ever became indisposed to give him an extra advantage.

With a sigh, he closed the lid again. It wasn't time. Not yet anyway. Soon though, Edric sensed. Edric frowned as he moved through the castle. He hadn't seen much of Sansa over the last six months. Each time he did she had a look of someone who was very afraid. He had no proof of course but he had a feeling her fear had something to do with the pompous prince. He grit his teeth. He had sworn to keep an eye on her and her friend Jeyne Poole, who had disappeared a month ago. Ned had worried himself to death looking for the poor girl but she had yet to turn up. Robert was little help. In fact, he had just left on a hunting trip with his youngest brother, Renly, and his own squire. Edric had a very bad feeling about the whole thing. His vision was coming closer and closer to becoming a reality. It was a reality he currently felt helpless to stop.

Hours later, his fears would prove correct as Robert was brought in on a stretcher, his side bloodied with the tusk of a boar still sticking out. The man was still drunk which caused Edric to narrow his eyes at the squire, who happened to be the cousin of Cersei Lannister, who was also holding the wineskin. Again, he had no proof. That night, he made his way to Ned's chambers where he sat staring at a book that the Grand Maester Pycelle had provided. Edric stopped at the desk, causing Ned to look up. "So, your vision is coming true then." It was a statement of fact.

"So it would appear, my Lord." Ned turned the book around, pointing to a paragraph on the page that spoke about the Baratheons. As Edric read, he felt his stomach sink. "All of Robert's bastards have the same hair and eye coloring." Edric recited what they had learned about the numerous bastards that Robert had fathered over the years. "All of his supposed legitimate children have blonde hair and green eyes."

"They are not his children at all." Ned said shakily.

"Then whose are they?"

"They're fucking Lannister children. All of them, born of incest between brother and sister." Sneered a voice behind them. Edric turned as Ned looked up in shock to see the Hound standing there.

"Sandor Clegane, that's a hell of an accusation to make." Ned replied.

The man snorted at that. "I've been around this family long enough to know. I've heard them before, even seen them in dark hallways. I always left before they could see me."

Edric raised his brow. "He's telling the truth my Lord. It also raises the question, aren't you supposed to be the Prince's prime protector?"

"I am when he isn't surrounded by Meryn Trant and his sick fucking friends."

"What do you mean?" Ned asked quietly as the pieces began to fall into place for Edric.

"It started about a month ago. I don't have proof, but I'm sure that the prince had something to do with Jeyne Pool's disappearance just so Sansa would have no friends to go to. The Little Bird trusted him then." The hound had grit teeth that showed his anger.

"Trant is a sadist, isn't he?" Edric whispered.

"Aye, he is. He and the two others so called 'knights' that follow him. The Prince has her brought to him, at first it was under the guise of friendship, but soon after he got tired of that. I was present the first time it happened and I escorted her to her room. I promised her then I'd do what I could to help, but I think the cunt heard about it and has kept me away since. I'm only telling you this now because I don't expect the king to survive long and then you will have a situation on your hands."

Ned had clenched hands then. "My little girl." He whispered quietly, dangerously. "What do they do to her Clegane?" He stared at the man in question, a fire in his eyes that bespoke the deep anger he felt.

"I don't know for sure. But I know she's scared and they've threatened to kill you if she told anyone."

Edric felt his own anger rise then. "Over my dead body." He announced quietly. "My Lord, as soon as the king is dead, gather your men. I'll let you know when. Clegane, bring Sansa to us, we'll be in my chambers across the hall there." The man nodded dubiously. "My Lord, what I told you before starts as soon as the King is dead. War is here."

Ned nodded. The guilt surfacing. "I should have known."

"Abuse is a tricky thing my Lord. In this situation, the prince used his position and power to scare her into silence. But the fault is largely my own. I should have spent less time meditating and more time watching. As a result. Jeyne is missing or dead and Sansa is scarred for life. But I won't be caught unawares again." He declared, quietly but firmly.

The next afternoon, after Ned had seen him, the king passed. As the bells tolled to announce his death, they all gathered as promised in Edric's large chambers. He had asked for this room, formerly a store room, to practice his katas. Now they came in handy for this gathering. Sansa had just arrived, in tears as she embraced her father. Ned soothed her, promising to get her home safely. The hound stood guard, watching the door. Edric stood before the box. He opened it, removing his master's saber first and placing it on his left side. Then he placed his own on his right side. He left the box for it was no longer necessary. "Are we ready?"

"About fucking time." Sandor murmured. Everyone nodded, drawing their swords. Edric walked in front of everyone, his senses spread out. They were making their way to the stables to get to the horses and a carriage for Sansa. There were six men from Winterfell who were in charge of guarding the Starks, then Ned and Sansa followed by himself and the hound. The sept they had brought was nowhere to be found but Edric could sense she had already been killed. That's one more life that I owe them. As they got to the ground floor and out to the stables, they came upon a group of gold cloaks waiting for them with swords drawn. "Where are you off to my Lord?" The man said mockingly. Edric stood in there way like a statue. He sneered at Edric. "Stand aside advisor, before I have to move you."

"By all means you are welcome to try." Edric said. The man grinned and swung at him, not at all expecting his sword to be halted in midair by nothing. "That was a terrible try. My turn." Edric mentally threw the man screaming into the outer walls of the Keep with enough force to shatter every bone in his body. "Who's next?" He asked cheerfully. He removed his robe and tossed it aside as the rest of the city watch got ready to charge. He unclipped one his lightsaber hilts and ignited it for the first time since his battle with Grievous. The amethyst blade with its black core hummed to life as Edric got into a stance. The guards watched him fearfully for a moment, hindered by the dying moans of their commander. Finally, as he died, they rushed him at once and Edric went to work. He didn't really even need to utilize any of the lightsaber forms that he knew. He just fell into the force, dodging and slashing. He cut down one gold cloak after another, methodically butchering them. As the last of them went down, cut in half, Edric turned to survey his work. It was different killing men rather than droids. It was a different, more grim feeling. There's more to come unfortunately. He noticed the others staring at him in awe. Sansa looked scared by the violence of it all, but not so much scared of him. She was the first to move. "Come on father, we have to go."

This spurned Ned into action. "Right, of course. Let's go men. Saddle those horses and get that carriage ready."

"Don't worry too much about defenses my Lord. I'll take care of that."

Ned looked back at the corpses Edric had left behind. "Of that I have no doubt, my friend."

As they all mounted their personal steeds, Sansa yelled a shout of joy and ran to embrace a girl being escorted to them by Jaime Lannister himself. Ned drew his sword, swearing. Edric had sensed the man coming, but knew that Jaime had no ill intentions towards them. "If you're leaving, make sure she goes with you." Jaime pointed towards Jeyne Poole who stood sobbing, embracing Sansa who was also sobbing.

"Where was she?" Ned asked.

"In one of Little Finger's brothels. She'd been kidnapped and imprisoned there. I don't know for sure that Baelish was involved, but I suspect so. The Spider, Varys, is the one that alerted me to where she was. He also told me that you were planning on leaving. Don't think this means I like you of course Lord Stark, but I don't like little girls being taken advantage of."

Ned nodded somberly. "We'll get them home safely." Ned wasn't sure if Jaime knew that he was aware of Jaime's relationship with Cersei but he wasn't about to make it known that he knew. Not yet anyway. Jaime had just done a good deed and he'd hate for Edric to have to kill him in defense of them.

They all mounted and the girls, along with Sansa's direwolf Lady, got into the carriage and they rode off. They had to weave through back streets and Edric had to kill a few guards that were in their way, but soon enough they were down the King's Road and on their way to Winterfell as quickly as possible. "Let's pick up the pace Edric." Ned ordered. "I'll feel better once we get to Riverrun." The Jedi nodded and yelled for everyone to go into a trot. The King's Road would be far too dangerous so they stuck to the back roads, which made riding in the carriage difficult but Sansa and Jeyne never once complained. Eventually, they had to ditch the carriage completely and use a wagon. The girls rode in the back, covered by blankets when they had to travel on the road, and Lady roamed the forest constantly.

By nightfall on the third day of travel, they needed to refill on supplies so they stopped at an inn in a small village where they met a man from the Night's Watch transporting a group of prisoners to the wall. Yoren knew who they were immediately and signaled them to his table in the tavern. "Glad to see you all made it out safe."

"We're not out of the woods yet I'm afraid." Ned replied as Jory snuck the girls up to their room. Edric sat near the wall, his senses on high alert.

"Well you're welcome to travel with me. We'll keep you hidden until we can get to Riverrun."

"Thank you, my friend."

"Besides that, I need to ask a favor. I've got two lads with me that don't belong at the wall. One of them claims he can cook and he's a fat one so I believe him. The other I hate to give up because he's a trained smith, but he's one of the former king's bastards."

Ned's eyes lit up in recognition. "Gendry? Aye I've met him. He's talented."

Yoren nodded. "Aye, a decent fighter too. But Robert was your friend and I know he was only sent with me to protect him. I think you might be better suited to that than me."

"Very well. I'll take them with us."

Yoren grinned, as much as he was able to anyway, and ordered a round of drinks.

The next morning, they left early before the sun had even begun to rise and traveled north, determined to get to Riverrun as quickly as possible.

At King's Landing…

"What do you mean they're gone!?" Cersei screamed in rage at the gold cloaks that had just returned from searching the miles surrounding King's Landing.

"M-my Lady, they are well north of here now. There is no way we could catch them even if we rode all night." The captain stammered out. The fear in the room was palpable but the king just smirked at it. "It seems he's failed us mother." Joffrey said coolly, mockingly, down towards the captain.

"Your Grace, I a-assure you we've done the best that we could. Whoever killed our men did so, reportedly, with a 'burning blade' and it has frightened the men." The captain licked his dry lips and continued. "No one wants to come upon that unawares."

"I see." Joffrey said slowly. "Ser Meryn, remove this fool from my presence."

"At once Your Grace." The knight answered, drawing his sword and, before the captain could react, cut his head from his body.

"He seemed to be in the perfect position mother." Joffrey responded seeing his mother's surprised and slightly horrified look. He looked out to the now openly fearful city watchmen that remained. "I want you all to go back out there and search again. I don't care if you have to go all the way to Riverrun. My mother wants them found so you will go and find them or I will have all of your heads mounted." The boy seethed at them as they turned and practically ran from the throne room. Joffrey had other reasons for wanting them found of course. He wanted his plaything back. His sweet little Sansa. He enjoyed breaking her and he wanted to continue to do so. He looked towards his younger sister who looked fearful. His mother would be displeased if he had to resort to using his own sister as a plaything instead.

Winterfell…

Have the bannermen arrived yet?" Theon asked Robb as he stood in the courtyard with Jon. "A few. Greatjon Umber was the first to arrive and the Karstarks were second. The Mormonts are arriving now along with the Manderly's and the Glovers."

"Howland Reed arrived with a few hundred men and the Cerwyns are a few miles away but should be here before the end of the day." Jon finished. "Of course, the Tullys sent a raven. They'll hold the border until we can get to Riverrun. Evidently, they had to drag the Freys from their keep to fulfill their duty." Jon said with a hint of a smirk on his face.

Theon grinned. "Aye Lady Stark mentioned that to me. I would've liked to have seen the Blackfish pulling that old buzzard from his keep and dragging him to the border." At that thought the three boys, no, men, laughed. It had been two weeks since the raven from King's Landing had arrived, penned by Lord Stark announcing the bastard status of the current king and his siblings. Later, another raven arrived demanding that Robb march south and swear fealty to the new king. Robb had snorted and asked Maester Luwin to dispatch Ravens to call the bannermen instead. Days later, a third raven was received from his father telling him that they were all safe and trekking their way north.

"So, we're really just waiting for the Boltons to arrive then?" Theon asked.

"Aye. I don't know that they have even left the Dreadfort yet." Robb responded. "However, that gives us time. We need to decide what to tell the Lords. I want them to know straight away what and who we are fighting for."

Jon frowned. "You're assuming that I want that bloody throne to begin with."

"It's your heritage Jon." Theon responded. "We need to support someone."

"We could support Stannis or Renly." Jon pointed out.

"Both of whom left father to die in King's Landing." Robb pointed out in response. "I want the lords to have a choice. I don't want them to feel lied to when your heritage does eventually come out."

"Except the Boltons." Jon replied hotly.

"We don't have a choice Jon. They'll find out if we tell the Lords and we start marching with a crowned direwolf or whatever your sigil will be." Theon retorted back.

"It'd be the crowned direwolf. I may have been born a Targaryan but I was raised a Stark. Stark is my name now, I won't change it." Jon replied, subdued.

"So, you'll at least think about it then?" Robb asked hopefully.

With a sigh, Jon answered. "Aye."

2 weeks later, Riverrun…

Ser Brynden the Blackfish starred down the Black Walder as if he were something disgusting to be scraped from his boot. Edmure looked at the man, exasperated at the lack of cooperation. "All we're asking, is for your family to uphold your oath to mine. We just need your men to help patrol the border. We have three enemy lands bordering us, the Westerlands and the Reach not to mention the Crownlands as well. We need all of the men we can get to patrol those borders."

"All my father is asking for, is a marriage to further solidify the oath between our houses. Promise us that, and you'll hear no further complaints from house Frey." Black Walder said with a smirk.

Blackfish snorted. "You lot are lucky I only pulled you for border duty instead of killing the lot of you for being oath breakers." Edmure shot him a warning look. "But if a marriage is what you want, gives us the options and we'll go from there." Edmure looked horrified at that. "It's high time my nephew settled the issue of an heir anyway."

Black Walder was openly grinning now. "I'll write my father immediately and he'll have the best sent down."

After he left, Edmure rounded on his uncle. "Have you forgotten who the Lord is around here?!" He asked incredulously.

"Your father is still Lord until he dies. Until then you're just filling in. Besides if old Walder Frey actually sends his best, you won't complain. When I went to the Twins to drag them out, I saw more than one looker there. I don't think you'll be too disappointed." Edmure still looked doubtful but said no more.

Suddenly, a guard rushed in breathlessly. "My Lord, Lord Stark has arrived from the South!"

"Well let them in! Don't leave them waiting at the gates!" Edmure commanded. Minutes later, Eddard Stark walked in with Sansa, Jeyne, and Edric. After a brief greeting, Ned got down to business. "I see the border is being patrolled, did Robb call the banners?"

"Aye, he did." Blackfish answered. "Your son has a good military mind. He ordered us to remain here and keep the borders protected."

Ned sighed in relief. "Good, good. Now then, I need to send a raven to Winterfell, Robb needs to march south soon." Edmure nodded in agreement as Ned penned the letter to his son. Edric remained on high alert as the girls were escorted to their chambers, and a much-needed bath. "Are we going further north to meet them my Lord?"

"There's no need. I'll have Robb meet us here. There's something I need you to do as well once he's here. I'll give you the details then." Edric nodded.

It took three weeks but they eventually noticed the direwolf banners marching their war. Ned noticed something peculiar about them. "Is that a crowned direwolf?!"

3 weeks prior, Winterfell…

"We need to decide who to back!" Lord Manderly shouted as the other lords nodded in agreement.

"There's always Renly. I heard he has the backing of the Reach as well as the Stormlands. There's no way we'd lose!" Lord Glover advised.

"Renly can't be king. He's the youngest brother." Robb shook his head in disagreement. Robb looked towards Jon, who reluctantly nodded. It was time.

"My lords!" Robb shouted, quieting the room and getting everyone's attention. "You ask who we should back. We have a candidate right here amongst us. The living son of Rhaegar Targaryan and Lyanna Stark." Robb gestured at Jon who stood. Robb pulled out a box and, upon opening it, drew out a piece of parchment and passed it around. It was the marriage pact, signed by a grand maester, between Rhaegar and Lyanna. Another document was passed around, the one the signified Jon's birth and verified his parentage and also notified by a grand maester. The lords all murmured for several moments before Great Jon broke out laughing. He got up and made his way over to Lady Mormont, his hand held out and a grin on his face. She scowled and fished out some coins and dropped them into his hand. He looked up at the confused Robb. "I always knew that story of Lyanna being kidnapped and raped was untrue. Lyanna was far too fierce for that to happen and the Kings guard that followed him were far too noble. I always knew she went willingly. Of course, your grandfather and uncle refused to believe that she'd put their Baratheon alliance in such jeopardy and the mad king refused to believe his son would betray his wife. Everyone involved were fools to be honest with you. But I'm glad we're marching for the truth now." Lord Umber said seriously as he made his way towards the head table. "My lords! To hell with the Baratheon siblings and their rivalry! We know who the true king is! Now, it is our duty to follow our Lord Stark and I for one, would never balk at the idea of a Stark raised king." He turned to Jon as he drew his sword, kneeling. "I'll happily follow you two into war, and wipe out the Lannister scum in the south!" The other lords cheered. The stark children at the head table looked at one another while Jon and Robb stared at the Great Jon. Robb's face broke out into a smile as he turned towards Jon. "The north is behind you, your Grace. What is our next move?"

Jon looked around at everyone, all looked at him expectantly. "We march south to Riverrun. I want the entire northern army, with the exception of small garrisons for each keep, to be ready to march south in one week's time." Everyone began to cheer as the direwolves lying at the front of the family table howled.

The next day, the raven from Winterfell arrived bearing the signature of Ned Stark.

So originally, Edric was going to wield two lightsabers but I'm not very familiar with that particular style and, as cool as it sounds, it isn't very practical. I've wanted to do a black core lightsaber for a long time now and yes, they are a legends creation (according to Disney) but I will be using a lot of Legends elements with the force. A lot of Legends stuff will be in this story. This doesn't mean that I dislike the current canon, but it is flawed. Anyway, I sped things up in King's Landing with Sansa because I just couldn't bring myself to leave her there and then have to figure out a way to get her home and to justify Ned leaving not being able to get her out when he fled. I've also sped up Jaime's character development but I always thought Jaime was a good man who just had issues, but that he had a desire to be good an honorable. I've only got three pairings in my mind right now but that will probably change as the story progresses although those particular pairings won't change. You'll have a better idea on two of those pairings, probably, after next chapter. And no, Edric isn't getting paired with a GOT character. You'll understand why as things go. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the chapter and if you have any questions, feel free to message me and ask. Please leave a review as those always make my day! Have a great weekend!