SIX MONTHS LATER, KELLIAN HEARD ARYA SCREAM IN AGONY. Arya had gone into labor at Sky Haven Temple and was giving birth to their first child. The Akaviri Knight felt powerless as his wife was in great distress and no sword could conquer the childbirth pains. Kellian asked his father what he went through when their mother had him and sister. The Dragonborn told his son that he had been fighting Alduin in Sovngarde and on an important mission for the Emperor when Brianna and Kellian were born. The Dragonborn and Daenerys were excited to meet their first grandchild and were hoping that Jon and Brianna would have one of their own soon. The two had married shortly after returning from Mordor in a private ceremony. Yet the two of them continued to search almost nonstop of for the Witch-King without success. They were relentless in their search and their quest led them to darkest places of Mordor and deep in Nilfgaardian territory in the Northern Kingdoms. However, Sauron's servant had yet to reveal himself. As Kellian paced in the armory, Arya cried out again and the young Knight fought the urge to rush to his wife's quarters. Minutes later the midwife came to Kellian, a massive smile on her face.
"Congratulations my Lord. You have a son."
Kellian sprinted to Arya's room and found his wife holding their newborn son. He had his father's dark hair and light piercing blue eyes that Kellian could only guess was due to his relation to Queen Melian. Like his aunt Brianna, Kellian could sense that he was gifted with magic and that was something he would have to discuss with Arya. After all, he was descended from the Maiar. For now, their son would hopefully grow up in peace.
"Have you thought of name Arya" Kellian asked.
"If it is permissible, I would like to name him after my father Eddard. Would you like to hold him" Arya answered.
"Eddard Stark Dovahkiir" Kellian said picking up his son and cradling him in his powerful arms. "Hello Ned. I'm your father" he added with a huge smile and tears rolling down his face.
"He must be protected for his uncle is the king of Westeros and I don't think my brother will react too well when he learns there is an heir to the throne" Arya told her husband with a tremble in her voice, the fear clear.
"You believe your brother would send assassins" Kellian looked at his exhausted wife.
"Or perform the Black Sacrament. The Dark Brotherhood would have no qualms with murdering a child for the right money."
"Eddard will be guarded and trained by the Blades. Perhaps my sister can teach him the sword. For now, let us enjoy our son together."
Little did both Kellian and Arya know, that word of the birth had reached Bran Stark's spies and reached the ears of one of his most trusted assets in Skyrim. It was someone that Jon Snow and Daenerys knew and trusted completely, however he was the first to plot against the former queen.
WEEKS LATER, TYRION APPROACHED BRAN STARK AT KINGS LANDING AND BOWED BEFORE THE KING. Bran Stark had sent Tyrion to watch over his sister. In his time in Skyrim, Tyrion had learned much of the actions of both Arya and Jon. He was stunned when they defected and joined the Blades and became sworn Akaviri Knights. Yet the news of Arya giving birth to Dragonborn's grandchild was shocking and Bran's throne now had an heir that was not his progeny.
"What do you have to report Master Tyrion" Bran asked taking a drink of wine.
"Your sister and Jon have abandoned their duties to Westeros and joined the Blades. They have sworn their allegiance to the Blades and the Dragonborn" Tyrion replied waiting to drop the heavier news.
Bran stood up and threw his goblet which sailed over the head of his spy and took several steps forward.
"The bloody traitors! Are you positive" Bran snarled.
"There's more my King. Your sister has given birth to a son. The father is the Dragonborn's son" Tyrion answered.
Bran couldn't say anything for several seconds, the news striking him harder than the most powerful war hammer.
"My sister, produced an heir" he could only ask.
"Their son is descended from Queen Melian of Doriath wife of King Thingol. A powerful Maiar of the First Age of Middle-earth. Both Brianna and Kellian are also descendants." Tyrion added.
Bran walked to the balcony and looked at Westeros "So, the heir to this throne has the bloodline of a demigod, A Nord, a Maiar and a Sindarin Elf" he sighed and looked down. "What are the chances he would try and claim my throne?"
"I wouldn't know my Lord" Tyrion answered honestly.
"What did they name him" Bran wanted to know.
"Eddard Stark Dovahkiir."
"After our father" Bran said with a smile. "Tyrion, return to Skyrim. I want you gain their trust. Watch over the child and report your findings to me. Write a detailed coded message yearly. I want to know how my nephew is raised, his training. Perhaps the young prince will visit Westeros one day."
"Yes, my Lord."
"And one more thing Tyrion. If my nephew represents a danger to my throne, you are instructed to give a sum of gold to the Dark Brotherhood to eliminate him. My sister should never have had a child" Bran said sternly.
"Understood my King" Tyrion could only stutter knowing that dealing with the famous assassins of Tamriel was dangerous. Tyrion turned and left, the future of Westeros very much in doubt.
CIRI SLEPT FITFULLY IN HER BED AT KAER MORHEN AS THE IMAGES FLOODED INTO HER MIND. Talion, Brianna's young brother now grown, was fighting for his life in a thick forest. He parried the attack from his opponent who looked strikingly similar to the Dragonborn. The young demigod was holding back against his foe who was determined to slay him. Ciri realized she was watching future events unfold.
"What did they promise you" Talion snarled. "What was your price" he demanded.
"My price was the end of the filthy Septim bloodline! The time of the Dovahkiin is over" Talion's foe answered his eyes flaring yellow in pure hate.
"Is that how you justify killing everyone you once claimed to love" Talion roared.
"My actions were made easy when the Dragonborn murdered my father" his enemy snapped in reply. "How could the Dragonborn kill his own son?"
"Eddard you have been made a fool. My father didn't kill Kellian. Sauron deceived you for he has the ability to shapeshift. My brother was slain by the Lord of the Black Land" Talion snapped.
"Liar" Eddard screamed unleashing a torrent of magical assaults against Talion and the Dragonborn's youngest son threw up defensive wards stopping the attacks. Their swords crossed bringing their faces near to each other.
"You have been blinded by Morgoth and Sauron. I can see their promises of power have corrupted you. We were once closer than brothers. Cousin it's not too late to repent" Talion begged.
"You are my last obstacle and final test Talion and for that I must kill you to ascend" Eddard said.
"Ascend to what" Talion asked confused.
"Melkor promised when you die, I become the Dragonborn Dark Lord. By devouring your soul, I will become more powerful than Miraak and your father. Tamriel and the Northern Kingdoms will be given to me in exchange for my fealty to Melkor and Sauron."
"I cannot allow that" a feminine voice said and Ciri watched as her cousin Brianna hit Eddard with the power of the Eldar. She looked older and her flowing red hair had streaks of grey, but she was still one of the beautiful and desired women in the world. Yet she seemed sad and lonely.
"What would your parents think of you Eddard? You have associated the title of Dovahkiin with death when you pledged yourself to darkness. I arrived shortly after your actions at Kings Landing. You slew everyone including your own uncle. The Enemy has poisoned your mind against your kin and you have become their slave" Brianna told her cousin sharply.
"This coming from the Istari who murdered Ulfric Stormcloak. You could have been so much more Brianna. Unfortunate you did not accept Melkor's offer" Eddard replied angrily as he took several steps backward. "The next time we meet Talion you will fall to my blade."
Ciri awoke screaming and the discharge of magical energy shook Kaer Morhen violently like an earthquake. Yennefer, sensing that her adopted daughter was in distress entered her quarters and found the young Witcher exhausted and out of breath.
"What was it this time Cirilla" Yennefer asked.
"I can't remember Yennefer. But I sense my cousins are in grave danger" Ciri could only answer not remembering the vision. Ciri could only remember glimpses of the powerful vision and felt compelled to warn her cousins. The very survival of the world depended on it.