I fear that I might not be as active in updating this story. Senior year just started and I'm too busy with college applications and prepping for the entrance exams. I will do my best though. I promise.

DISCLAIMER: If you think I own GoT, then I'm very sorry to disappoint you.

CLAIMER: I created Nathalia, Alessandra and the other possible helpers. That's the limit of my imagination hehe

On with the story!

By the way, does anyone notice how Richard Madden a.k.a Robb Stark kind of looks like Joseph Morgan a.k.a Klaus from The Originals?

Chapter 10: Parting

*Alessandra*

Alessandra and Nathalia quickly made their way inside their bedchambers, bolting the door from the inside. They did not want anyone talking to them. Not even the Lord Commander. The exhaustion and the surprise they felt filled the small room, enveloping them. Calculations filled Alessandra's head. There was no way they could keep transporting back and forth from different locations just so they could stop the war and kill the White Walkers. It will be too risky since they could forever get stuck inside the whirlwind and be lost. It has happened to a few guardians before that's why they do not usually use that particular blessing unless the distance between the two places is too great.

"We need to go to King's Landing and stop Cercei before talks of civil war emerges in Westeros. Those brothers of Robert's would want the throne, I'm sure" Alessandra hears Thalia say bitterly, drawing her attention towards her seething friend. "I've been told that Ned Stark's daughter plead for his life. He will be taken in front of the people at noon"

It was no surprise for Alessandra that Cercei had been the one to do something like this. But she knew that Thalia had short hopes that they changed her as a young lady. She liked the conviction of the young Cercei and her fiery attitude. Obviously that escalated too much and she became the viper that they feared she would be if they leave her in King's Landing without a female mind to set her in place.

"Thalia, did you forget about the White Walkers?" She questions her, bringing her attention to the current problem that they are trying to solve now.

"Of course I didn't" She hears her mutter sharply. Alessandra knew that she had to do something before Thalia explodes. The last time that they encountered such a panic was when the mad king ordered his men to burn all of Westeros. "We need to have a plan. I'm the only one who could get close to Cercei without her alerting the guards" Some people might say that she is too proud by saying that but Alessandra knows that Thalia is the only person who can tame Cercei Lannister. As a young girl, Cercei practically worshipped her.

A sudden idea formed inside her mind. It took her a deep breath to say it. "I'll stay here" She offers, making Thalia snap her eyes in her direction. She looks surprised by her offer. "I'll send whispers to the other guardians outside of Westeros. With all the panic, I'm sure that they will be here with us" There is silence from her plan. By the impressed face her friend gave her, it's quite good.

Thalia suddenly hugs her, making her 'oof' because of the pressure. "Are you quite sure, Ally?" A sudden concern spread on her face as she gripped Alessandra's shoulders harder. "The men—"

"—will do nothing to me. I can handle myself, mother" Ally teases, managing to get a small smile from her friend. Thalia worried about her too much for her own good.

The next few moments are spent in silence as Alessandra helped Nathalia with her dress. It is the first time that one of them volunteered to stay in one place instead of going with the other. It was astonishing that Alessandra had been the one to do that since she's always been the recessive one in their friendship. Alessandra isn't confident that she will be a great leader. In her time in protecting Westeros, she has always been with Thalia. There is no doubt that she will always be known as the infamous Nathalia's most trusted friend.

"Done" Alessandra felt the tears in her eyes before she could stop them.

"Don't cry, Ally" Thalia wipes away her tears, shushing her. "You will lead these men to kill those pesky white walkers. It will all be over before you know it. You will be fighting side by side with me against whatever war Cercei Lannister started"

Alessandra nods. At least she'll have someone to look forward to. Before she could reply, a sudden pounding on the door surprises them. She hears Thalia sigh in annoyance before opening the door.

"What are you doing here, Jon?" She hears Thalia saying sharply. Alessandra almost laughed at the scared expression on the bastard's face. Thalia can be quite frightful when she wants to be.

Jon shook his head and replaced his expression with defiant one. "I will come with you"

Alessandra walks towards their dresser and pulls Thalia's cloak out of the way, not taking her eyes off of the amusing display that is Jon and Thalia.

"No, you are not coming" Thalia replies harshly, holding the door in front of him so his face was the only thing that could come inside their room.

He groans and pushes the door forcefully. "Yes, I am. Ned Stark is my father! I can't let him be killed" By now, Jon has stepped inside the room. He must have been planning this since he's all geared up with his cloak and armor on.

"That's why I'm transporting to King's Landing. Do you think that I would let the most honorable man I know be killed by a...a viper?!"

Alessandra knows that this is her time to intervene before hurtful words can be exchanged between the two. Stretching the smooth material of the cloak, she carefully placed it on Thalia's shoulder. "Good to know about your standing towards Cercei Lannister" She teases, smirking when she sees a small blush to spread on her friend's face. She turns Thalia around so she can tie the cloak to hang and squeezes her shoulders. "Take the boy with you, Thalia"

"I'm not a boy" Jon grumbles under his breath but Alessandra ignores him. Compared to them, he is a boy.

"It's going to be harder to transport that way, Ally" Thalia warns under her breath, fearing for their likely disappearance.

"He's Ned Stark's son" She counters, earning silence from her friend. She knows that she is winning the argument.

"Then I will drop him off at his brother's camp then"

"What do you mean?" / "What?" Alessandra and Jon say at the same time.

Thalia rolls her eyes and hides her face using the hood of her coat. She opens the door widely, stepping out in the cool air. Her footsteps thump softly on the snow-covered ground before Alessandra and Jon follow after her, awaiting for her answer.

"Before these events, Catelyn Stark took Tyrion Lannister as a prisoner at the Vale. It sparked the beginning of the war. It claimed that the Starks had some sort of grudge against the Lannisters. As soon as her father was imprisoned, Sansa Stark sent a letter via Raven to her brother—the acting Lord of Winterfell. A whisper was told that the letter was written by the hand of the poor girl but was being dictated by Cercei. Robb Stark marched his men towards King's Landing to seek revenge and free his father and both his sisters. Quite amusing, actually, that a lone guardian is just posing as Robb Stark's cupbearer to get this kind of news" They try to match her pace as she explained.

"And you're telling me this now, why?" Alessandra placed a hand on her, showing that she was displeased.

"I was panicking. It never crossed my mind that I haven't explained everything to you" Nathalia answers, stopping just outside the gates. Alessandra notices that Thorne and the Lord Commander stood beside her and Jon, still looking surprised by the news of the war within Westeros. "Lord Commander, I leave you with the responsible hands of my friend, Alessandra. We will send whispers all over Westeros to ask for the help of others like us. Trust me, you will not face this alone. I expect some to start arriving tomorrow"

Jeor Mormont nods his head. "Take care, Nathalia"

Alessandra notices how Thalia starts chanting inside her head so she pushes Jon towards her. "Take him with you, Thalia. You know you want to"

She sees Thalia roll her eyes and grab Jon's coat strongly. With a small whirlwind being created with her chant, Thalia and Jon disappear in front of their eyes.

*Jon Snow*

A burst of panic fills Jon when he was sucked by the whirlwind that Nathalia had created. The whiteness of his surroundings causes him to close his eyes. The air that surrounds them becomes colder. Too cold—even for a Northern boy like Jon. The cold air reaches past his Night's Watch cloak and nips his skin icily. Without thinking, he presses himself closer to the woman beside him to find some warmth. He feels her cold fingers in his cheek, urging him to open his eyes.

When he does, swirls of unknown places appears beneath his vision. A soft gasp escapes his lips. Is this the mysterious way that the helpers travel by? He's floating on top of a, what it looks like, a map of the whole Westeros—no no not just Westeros but of the unknown lands surrounding the seven kingdoms. It came into his mind that they're not floating on top of a map. They are seeing the real Westeros from the above. The high planes of the mountains covered in snow, the wide desert on the slave cities, the vast waters which dominated the lands. The sudden feeling of envy surprises Jon. He can't help it. What had these people done to deserve such blessings from the gods? Why do they choose to help the worthless and power hungry people of the realm instead of searching for unknown places to discover across the deep waters surrounding all of Westeros?

He looks down at Nathalia, seeing the determined look on her face. He realizes that he could never feel envious of her—of them. His own shallow thoughts consumed him for seeing their powers at work that he doesn't ponder on the fact that they could do what he thinks they should and chooses not to. They sacrifice their freedom for the sake of trying to bring peace in a kingdom of war. And no one commanded them to. Jon wonders how many people as selfless at them exist in Westeros—he is willing to bet everything he has that there is no one.

Meeting his eyes, Nathalia lifts a cold hand on his eyelids, silently telling him to close them. The wind picks up its pace, sending them in a spiral frenzy. Jon is sure that his head is going to burst because the pressure that he is feeling. Spikes were filling his head, as if Sansa is sewing his head from the inside. A ray of light blinds him even though his eyes are closed. Then everything stops. For a moment, Jon fears that something went wrong; but when he heard the easy chatter of people, he opens his eyes and releases the breath the he didn't know that he was holding.

He opens his eyes, astonished that they are hidden in an alley. He yelps in disbelief and separates from Nathalia, balancing himself on the grimy wall and praying to the gods that he keeps his supper inside his belly. He hears Nathalia curse beside him. She raises an eyebrow at his position, rolling her eyes then lifting the hood of her cloak to conceal her face. She doesn't wait for him as she walks out to blend with the crowd. He follows fast, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head and the vile that wants to come out of his throat. A small number of people stop to look at him, wondering why he is cloaked with fur in such wonderful weather. Jon ignores them, raising a hand to block the burn of light. The sun is perched high in the sky, indicating that they've travelled most of the morning. He catches sight of the regal cloak of Nathalia and takes off. He runs as fast as his strong legs allowed him to, dropping the cloak he wore in the process. The climate in King's Landing is much warmer than the North's.

King's Landing! Jon cannot still believe that he is in the place that housed the great kings of Westeros. His greedy eyes take in the merchants selling on the sidewalk, some even going as far as yelling that they sell real dragons. It amuses Jon how they will do everything just to get riches. He reminds himself of the real reason why they had come here in the first place and continue running, ignoring all the merchants who tries to stop him and sell him valuables.

"Kill him!"

"Off with his head"

Dread fills him. He follows the noises that came from the rowdy crowd. A couple of merchants start walking towards the noise. Jon follows them, keeping his head down in the fear of one of the Kingsguard recognizing him. He pushes through the crowd, cursing everytime someone steps on his foot or elbows him in the stomach. How can this people stomach watching people be executed? How could they be so eager to be a part of all these politics? Seven hells. Looking at the familiar structure, Jon realizes that he's in the Great Sept of Baelor. Kneeling on the highest point of the steps is his father. No. Jon advances more, shoving the people out of his way. His mind is clouded. His impulsive thoughts order him to save his father. Jon shifts his view and sees a struggling Sansa. Tears are dripping out of her face, yelling for them not to kill their father. No. There is no doubt in Jon's mind that the king has already ordered Ned Stark's execution. Fuck him. Jon knew that there was a reason on why the young boy irked him when he arrived in Winterfell.

Everything happens in a fast blur. With a swing of Illyn Pane's sword, Ned Stark's head rolls on the steps of the Great Sept. Jon's scream is remained unnoticed by the large crowd that is ecstatic to get rid of a 'traitor'.

His thoughts immediately fill with a missing Nathalia.

They were too late.

Hey. Sorry if this chapter is too short. Hehe. I have a certain scene that's about to come on the next chapter that I'm sure you're all going to like. I had to kill Ned Stark. That's kind of the start of the war and the vengeance of Robb.

So what do you think will happen to Sansa and Arya? Will they be saved by Jon?

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