Prepare for the first and perhaps only, Barely magical Mika story. I have been watching the Game of Thrones, Since I live on my own without my Nephew I can watch them all and make this awesome story. I am basing it on the TV Show Game of Thrones and Not the Books ( A Song of Ice and Fire) because honestly I like the TV Show better. It has a better flow to it and is able to use Visual and Musical aids to explain the story without the ridiculous details forced into the books.

I do know that Mika has to already have a powerful Ally if he wants any kind of influence... I hope you will enjoy.

Enjoy!

P.S I am putting a Kickstater Fund for my Book Descent... Once it is approved I will be placing a Link on my profile.


The Baying of a Wolf drew Mika's attention from the road, fear and worry evident in the hallow sound. Without hesitation he sped his walk into a Sprint hurrying ever closer to Winterfell, hopping over the stone and divets. The Sound came from the base of a Large tower, one covered in vines and signs of deep age. Mika knew that the Dog or Wolf, whatever it was, was filled with terror. They were smart creatures, loyal beyond reason and loving to those they trusted. If this creature was making such a sound...

After several minutes of sprinting, Mika found the Wolf and Tower. Beside both a small child lay unmoving, blood dripping from his nose and mouth, his legs strewn at angles that showed just how much damage they received from the fall. Kneeling next to the boy, Mika stared into Wolf's eyes and it whimpered sadly. " Go get help, now." The Wolf, a Direwolf now that he looked at it, shot away to do just that But only after liking his master twice.

Mika cleaned the blood from the boy's face with a rag and some water from his wineskin, then pulled off his shirt to fully examine him. His ribs were clearly cracked all around, and there was a lot of swelling towards the base of his spine. Mika doubted he would walk again... still he refused to give up hope. He heard several people approaching and knew they would be of help, or at least he hoped so. Without looking up, Mika called out to them. " We need a cot, he fell from this Tower and his Spine is damaged. He May be bleeding internally, if so too much movement could prove fatal." With practiced hands, Mika mixed several of the herbs he stored in his bag with the water of pouch, mostly Rosemary and Feverfew and spilled them gently into the boy's Mouth... or at least he tried to when someone kicked the bag away from him and place a sword at his throat. Looking at his assailant, Mika gave the coldest look he could manage. " If you want him to Live, then let me work."

The Sword Wielder was tall, much taller then Mika, with curly black hair and a fair skin. He looked angry and close to tears, clearly this boy meant something to him. " Who are you and why are you here? What did you do to him" His voice cracked ever so slightly, showing honest fear and signs that his emotions were blinding him.

" Mika, I am a Hunter and Healer. I heard the Wolf and knew something was wrong, now could you let me take care of the boy? I do not wish for him to die. Please, I mean no harm. If I am right, and you were trained to Hunt then you can tell what I put into that Wineskin."

The Young man looked at his patient for a moment, then grabbed the wineskin. He swigged a small portion into his hand, then handed it back to Mika. " If you try anything, you will lose your head." The boy turned his head and called out. " Get the Lady Stark, the Maester and bring the Cot. Now!" Everyone that had accompanied him nodded, three men shooting off to do as he ordered. Then he kneeled and ran his fingers through the boy's head. " What can I do to help?"

Mika, who was slipping the elixir into the boy's throat. " Tell me the boy's name, then help me bandage his Ribs. They are cracked, if one dislodges it could puncture his organs and that would be a death sentence." Mika tossed several bandages at the Man and began to bandage the boy.

" Bran, his name is Brandon Stark. Son of Lord Eddard Stark and Catlyn Stark, the Lord of Lady of Winterfell. My Name is Jon Snow, He is my brother." Jon then proceeded to show that he wasn't entirely worthless by actually bandaging the boy well, tight but not too tight as to cut off blood flow. Clearly he was taught well and by someone who actually knew what they were doing. A Rarity these days...

Knowing he had to keep Jon calm, to ensure he would not make mistakes, Mika continued their conversation. " Snow, that is a bastards name correct? Never understood the point of bastards, a child is a child no matter to whom they are born. Denouncing them for that is as foolish as it is cruel." Jon's eyes gained an edge of disbelief, but an honest smile crossed his face for a moment. " I assume Lady Stark isn't fond of you?"

Hesitantly, Jon Nodded. " She loathes my existence." That made sense, he had heard of Eddard's Bastard and of the Tully Temper.

" Naturally... regardless she should appreciate this... though but the look on her face I may be underestimating her penchant for anger." Jon froze, cringing lightly as a women's soul aching moan entered their ears.

" Bran... oh my sweet boy." With gracefulness belying her age and bulky clothing she descended upon her child. She was beautiful, a wisdom radiating from every piece of her... a wisdom that faded when she glared at Jon. " Leave."

" No." Both turned to him, both cringing at his solid icy stare." Jon has helped me substantially and if your maester is as old as rumors have me to believe you will need him. Your hatred will prove to be the Death of your child Lady Stark." She glared at him for a moment, then sighed with a nod. Her wisdom and maternal love trumping her irrational hatred and damaged pride. " Now my Lady, if you truly love your son I need your Help." She nodded without hesitation or a question to whom he was." My Supplies are low, If I am to treat your Son along side your Maester I will need some herbs. More Feverfew and Rosemary for one, Some Water and some Poppy Milk. Can you get that for me?"

" Of course, how much do you need?" Conviction strengthens her shaky voice.

" As much as you can spare... Most of the Damage is inside so there is little we can really do. Still we can reduce the swelling, treat the symptoms as they come and make him comfortable." Mika grabbed her hand and held onto it tightly. " If your son is half as strong as you are rumored to be, he will recover. I know your father my lady, I met him just two years past when I traveled through his land, treating bought of fever... you share the same strength in your eyes... Even as ill as he has been of late, there is a strength in his eyes that defies the limits of his body and age."

By the Gods he hated the arse licking that came with being around Nobles, so insecure about their positions and power they needed everyone to tell them how great they were. The Blackfish Hoster Tully, Lady Starks father, was much better then most in that regard. Sure he still treated everyone with that superior attitude but it was tempered with an odd respect. When Mika traveled through Riverrun two years past, following the Rumors of the Illness, he had met the man. Unfortunately he was so ill even with all of his skill, Mika was unable to treat him too much. He prescribed some Milk of the Poppy to ease his pain and constant fevers, but really the man should have died long ago.

Still he was often around the Nobles, a Part of working for Varys the Spider and Master of Whispers, so he had gotten used to it. Though not an official Spy, Mika reported much of what he saw in return for advice on where his services would be most valuable. Lord Varys was actually how he managed to survive at all, his spies finding him after he returned from the Wild after killing his father. They Taught him how to heal and fight, and gave him advice in the world. Though he rarely cared for others, Mika honestly respected Varys and had few qualms with the occasional assist.

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Several Hours Later, Mika walked out of Bran's room, tense and tired." How is he?" Lady Stark looked ready to burst into flames or tears, he wasn't sure which. Her hair frayed and wild, matching the tensenss in her stance. A Mother worried about her babes, or Cubs in this case.

Walking past her, Mika dipped his hands into the water he asked, cleaning the filth and sweat and blood from them. " The Next few days are crucial, he will need a constant watch. There is naught you can do. Pray if you must, if your gods are real perhaps they will listen." Mika hated losing a patient, especially when that patient was a child. It hit him far harder, the world was too cruel for them. " I would like to stay, so I can watch your Son. Is that possible?"

" Of course, we can have a room prepared for you right next to Bran." She surprised him but throwing her arms around him, kissing his cheek softly. " The Starks of Winterfell are in your Debt, you had no reason to help my boy and yet you did. We rarely take kindly to strangers, it is too much a risk... but you have proven your worthiness. Our Home is yours."

A Surge of pleasure filled Mika, his initial plan was simply to come to Winterfell and impress people( Specifically Eddard as he was rumored to be the Next Hand) with his knowledge of Healing and perhaps make some more friends and report some whispers to Varys as he had done with several others across the land. In this Land, you had to have allies in order to survive, otherwise you would be used, abused and slaughtered. Having Grown up in Kingslanding for a majority of his life, Mika knew this well enough. After his Father died, and he learned to take care of himself, he made a point to gain allies and learn valuable skills ( since he was not from a Noble family) while also learning to live off of the land if he had to. Corruption was everywhere, and it had only gotten worse in recent years.

No matter where he traveled, where he slept, he saw it. The Common people were losing more and more children due to increases in taxes, murmurs of rebellion whispered in Inns and in the cries of Mothers as they held their babes, the Knights abused their power and rights adding to the growing tension, the Highborn families fluttering with tensions as they insulted each other. He wasn't the only to notice, that he knew. He knew of the Spies kept by those in power and in fact was in contact with Varys through a series of those very spies, often working for Varys in some small ways. They were easy to spot, as they always reflected their masters. Peter Baelish always chose those Whores he employed, or those in debt. The Queen chose those greedy for power or those that she manipulated with promises of aid or power. Varys always chose those in need, those he empathized with due to his own troubled past and those that cared for the realm first and foremost. Mika had been the later, but he was inherently selfish and wasn't afraid to show it. It was why he wasn't a full spy for Varys.

" Thank you my lady. The Maester is with him know, would it be possible for me to eat something? I haven't had much in the last few weeks." His stomach chose that moment to howl at them both, making Mika chuckle and Lady stark smile.

" You are so young, you can't be any more then Fourteen. How are you so skilled a healer, how can you be so mature?" Maternal love and concern filled her eyes.

Mika smiled at her, honestly liking this women. " I am nearly twenty my lady, I take after mother who could still pass for a women of Twenty despite having four children. Her Mother was much the same from what I remember, something My Sister also inherited as has my younger brother." His stomach growled again, making the Lady laugh.

" Let us get you something to eat, it is the least we can do..." Mika knew that in part, she was searching for something to distract her from her son. He was more then willing to oblige...

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Arya couldn't help but stare at the boy as he ate, she had never seen someone so pale before or so exotic looking. His Skin was the same color as Milk, his eyes Bluer then the sky and colder then the snow. He was dressed like her brother Jon, just with more fur. He had moved quickly, eating three plates of food in mere moments, a hunry look covering his face..." Girl, if you wish to stare at me, come over here so we can at least have a conversation." She hurried to sit at the table where the boy was eating. " My Name is Mika, Who are you and why were you staring at me?" His words were not scolding like Arya was used to, instead they were kind and patient. Like he actually wanted to hear what she wanted to say instead of merely amusing himself with her.

" Where are you from, I have never seen anyone like you, can you fight that with that dagger, is Bran going to be alright, how can you heal are you a master?" She had a million questions, all of which made the boy smiled and put down his cutlery.

" In order I was born in Kingslanding but my mother was from Riverrun and my father was from Dorn though his mother was From the North. I look differently because my ancestors were from all over, I inherited much from each of them. Pale skin and blue eyes from my mother, curly dark hair from both of my parents, my father's temper and jawline... My Grandmother's height. Yes I can fight with this dagger, I can also use a broad sword, Bow, Pike and my own body. If he is strong and the damage is not worse then we expect then he should be fine. I apprenticed under a Healer near the Eyrie for three years but now I am not a Maester. You ask a lot of questions, I like that. Is there anything else you want to know?"

Arya blushed for a moment, taken a back by the fact that someone wanted her ask questions, then her curiosity overtook her. " Where have you traveled?"

" Well, I have been in Dorn a few times, Riverun, Casterly Rock and every where in between. I eventually would like to visit the Wall and Essos, but I would like to learn the Dothraki Language before I do. Before you ask, yes I can speak other langauges and read in them as well. The Common tongue, the language of the First Men, High Valaryin and Bastard Valryian. My old Master often traded herbs with people from all over the world, it was how she could heal so well. She taught me how to speak various languages so I would not be fooled by those from other lands."

One word caught her attention. " She?"

" Yes, she, my Master was a Dornish women named Ellira. In Dorn, women are treated as their men are. Their Daughters can become leaders and warriors, in fact Princesses can rule their entire people. They have a more relaxed view of sexuality as well, it is rather common for Men to lie with Men and women with women. I admit I adhere to their cultural style more then the mainlands." He gave her a piercing stare. " I have a feeling so do you, or at least you would rather chose that sort of life."

She nodded. " I hate being a lady, I want to fight and rule and have a voice. I don't want to quietly bare children and sew."

" Well, perhaps you could apprentice under me? I did save Bran, perhaps your parents will allow me to teach you. My Name is Mika by the way, not that you asked. " He smirked at her blush, making her stand straighter.

" I am Arya Stark... but I do not think they will allow me to learn. They want me to be a proper lady." She tried not to spit that out as harshly as she had, she was just so tired of it all.

Mika gave her a soft stare, then he smiled. " I think we will become fast freinds Arya...I will speak to your Mother later, use your House's debt to me to apprentice you. In the meantime, I would suggest you get some clothes more accustomed to training, otherwise you won't get very far."

As the girl Left, Mika sighed. He had a soft spot for children, always had. More so he had a soft spot for those controlled by forces beyond their control. Getting her Alliance and making something out of her would solidify more of a connection to House Stark and more so to Eddard whom was rumored as the Next Hand of the King. He could only hope it would work...

He refused to be swept aside like the rest of them, he would be prepared. He would come out on top and no one would stop him...The Game of Thrones was about to begin, and Gods help them if they were not ready for it...


Chapter End, Tell me what you think in the reviews.

Mika has no magic though he might get something as it goes on... nothing major though. His backstory will be flushed out as I watch more of the series and understand it's paths...I may pattern him with Tyrion romantically or just as a brotherly relationship. Still they will be close... same with Arya. I do want a real change though, centering around a few characters that will ripple out so all ideas are welcome.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.