Hello hello, I'm back.
Man it feels refreshing doing this. A three year break really does wonders for your imagination.
First I want to say thank you for all the people that follow my story and/or favorite it too. I have over 200 followers and 175 favorites. I know there are stories with a lot more than that, but I'm honestly thrilled none the less. Thank you!
Secondly, I want to thank people for the suggestions, but I would like them to limit it to the six provided stories. It would be awesome to see stories like Mass Effect or World of Warcraft in this story, but I have enough characters already. Anymore and it'll feeling like crossing the limit. No hard feelings.
And lastly, I just want people to know that I'm using Extended Universe Star Wars in this story, though I'll add bits from the canon universe. Canon or extended, Star Wars is legendary. Never forget it.
Without further delay, enjoy.
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Jon Snow sat against a tree as he sharpened Longclaw, the Valyrian Steel sword Commander Mormont gave him, the sword meant for his son Jorah.
It had been a few days since they arrived at Craster's Keep. In the next day or two, they would move out to the Fist of the First Men. Craster wanted them off sooner, but Craster wouldn't start conflict with Mormont. The Watch brought enough food to last till they reach the Fist and met up with Qhorin Halfhand, a senior member of the Watch and one of their most experienced Rangers.
They were out here for two reasons.
The first was to look into Mance Rayder and his army of Wildlings. Once a Brother of the Night's Watch, Mance left the Watch and headed North. Now he was the King Beyond the Wall. The Wall kept the majority of the Wildlings north for years, but if the numbers were true, Mance had enough men to break through the Night's Watch and head south.
The second, and in Jon's opinion, the most important reason was to scout out and see if there were any signs of the rising of the White Walkers. In the legends, the White Walkers were demons born of ice, that led the Army of the Dead against the living during the Long Night. They were pushed back by Bran the Builder and his armies, building the Wall to safeguard against a second invasion. This was basically Jon's info from Old Nan's stories. No one has seen a White Walker for centuries. They were just stories made to get naughty children to behave. But Jon's Uncle Benjen went missing, and one of the men that went with him came back as one of the living dead and tried to attack the Lord Commander.
Ever since then, Jon's been mostly thinking. If the White Walkers were back, then what. The Night's Watch was seriously underhanded. Barely a thousand men. Maybe less. The Lords of Westeros would never come to there aid without proof. 'Grumkins and Snarks' Tyrion Lannister once said. For years that's all people say when discussing the terrors of the North. Just Wildlings and fabrications.
Jon was cut off from his thoughts as he saw his friend Samwell Tarly step forward... with one of Craster's wives.
"What are you doing?" asked Jon.
"This is Gilly. She's one of Craster's-" Sam stopped himself, most likely finding saying 'wives' a bit off, considering they were his daughters "-daughters"
"Hello Gilly" said Jon politely before sharply turning back to Sam "What are you doing?!"
"Sam says you can help" said Gilly.
"...Sorry" said Jon "Sam knows we're not suppose to-"
"She's pregnant" cut off Sam. He stared at Gilly who nodded "We have to take her with us. When we leave"
"What?!" said Jon quietly. If Craster got any wind of this, Sam would die a cruel death. One the Lord Commander might not avoid.
Jon immediately got up as Sam started talking "I know it sounds a bit mad"
"No it doesn't sound a bit mad!" spat Jon "It's impossible. The Lord Commander always-"
"We are sworn to protect" argued Sam.
"W can't take her-"
"Please sir please!" said Gilly before Sam and Snow argued more "I can still run if I have to"
"It's just not possible" said Snow politely.
"I'm going to have a baby! If it's a boy-!" Gilly stopped talking.
"If it's a boy what?" asked Jon. Ever since he got here, he saw no sons of Crasters.
Gilly said nothing as she struggled to get her words out, so Jon spoke. "You want us to risk our lifes for you and you won't even tell us why"
Gilly stayed silent as she stared at Jon before turning to Sam and staring at him before she started back.
Sam looked upset as Gilly ran off before turning to Jon "Why'd you do that?!"
"Do what? Asked her a question?" countered Jon.
"You were cruel" said Sam the sensitive.
"Cruel?!" shot back Jon "Sam are you in such a hurry to lose a hand?!"
"I didn't touch her!" defended Sam.
"No you just want to steal her!" said Jon "What do you think Craster cuts off for that!"
"I can't steal her!" stated Sam "She's a person, not a goat!"
Jon stayed silent, not finding the words to counter Sam. So he brought up the main point "We're heading deeper and deeper into Wildling territory. We can't take a girl with us. Mormont wouldn't have it and even if he would, what would we do with her. Who's gonna deliver a baby? You?"
Sam thought if over for a minute "I could try"
"..."
"What! I read about it" said Sam "A bit"
Jon looked at Sam before speaking sincerely "I'm sorry Sam. We can't help her"
Sam could only make a sad face as Jon stayed silent.
TOOOOOOOOOT!
Jon and Sam shot up there heads as the sound of a horn filled the air. But it wasn't the sound of any horn they ever heard.
"No. No fucking no!"
Jon and Sam looked over and saw Craster running out of his hut and waving his new axe around. His eyes were filled with rage.
The two of them followed Craster's mad eyes and saw what he was looking at. There eyes popped out of their heads when they spotted what they saw.
Entering Craster's Keep were a group of armored men. It was foreign armor. It had to be. Jon had never seen armor like that. Their helmets were all one piece, there faces showing a black 'T' or 'Y' running down their faces. They carried the weirdest crossbows they ever seen. There seemed to be two groups of these people. One wore black and red armor. The other grey and yellow.
Behind these warriors were strange creatures. They were covered head to leg in white fur, black hands and toes brushing out of their hair. On their black faces were four black eyes. All of them carried long equivalents of the crossbows the men were carrying.
Walking besides these people were these big dogs, if they could be called dogs. There were two horns growing out of the forehead of these dogs, a horn on each side of it's head. It also had several spikes coming out of there back and except for it's head and legs, it was pretty much hairless.
"Seven Hells" said Green as he walked up beside Jon "What the fuck is this?!"
"Nothing we should get involve with" said Edd.
"...Just don't do anything" was all he said.
As this group walked further in, Craster walked over, each step filled with anger.
"I told you last time!" started Craster "I will not have any more of you twats coming in taking my pigs and my-"
SMACK!
The one leading the march, one of the red armored ones, hit Craster square in the face with it's weapon. As Craster fell to the ground, the person stood over him.
"You don't own anything we desire" said the person. Behind it's helmet came the voice of a warrior. As Jon took a closer look, he saw the curves and bumps reflecting off this woman's armor.
Craster spat out some blood before standing up again, axe in hand. He took one swing at the woman, who lazily stepped to the side.
"Oh no" came a playful tone from the woman "The old man's angry now"
Several of the men behind her laughed as Craster took another swing. And another. And another. The woman laughed the whole time as Craster vainly tried to kill her. After a minute the woman must of decided that this was getting boring, as she suddenly twirled and kicked Craster in the knee. Jon heard a sickening crack as Craster shouted and fell on his back.
"ENOUGH!"
All heads turned to Jeor Mormont, who'd just appeared from out of his tent as he marched forward.
"Well aren't you and your boys a bunch of new faces" said the woman as she inspected the Lord Commander behind her helmet "Certainly a better lot than this sad man"
"We are men of the Night's Watch" said Mormont proudly "We do not stand by as people are beaten"
"Beaten? By little old me?" said the woman playfully.
"We don't joke here!" said Mormont gravely.
"No I suppose a gruff man like you wouldn't be much for humor" said the woman.
"I am the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch" said Mormont.
"Ooh" said the woman in a teasing manner "A commander! It's an honor" the woman mocked bowed.
Mormont ignored her mockery as he stayed focus "I've never seen your lot anywhere here. You new?"
"You could say that" said the woman "It's a big Universe. Anything can happen"
"Who are you people?" asked Mormont.
"You boys can call be Vera Beroya of Clan Awaud" said Vera.
"Are these...people your Clan Awaud?" asked Mormont.
"Just the boys in red" said Vera as she jerked her thumb towards the red armored men "The other men are from Clan Wren. They're our allies. As for our hairy friends, they are the Talz of Clan Gnaaz"
One of the white furred creature, these Talz, raised it's weapon in the air and made some triumphant noise.
"They're good people" said Vera.
"Where did you all come from?" asked Mormont.
"My clan is from the Arumorut Settlement of Vlemoth Port" said Vera "We were hosting our brothers from Clan Wren when we came to this land. A lot colder, but we Mandalorians are tough"
Jon let every foreign word Vera said sink into his head. Awaud. Wren. Talz. Arumorut. Vlemoth Port. Mandalorians. All of these words made no sense to Jon at first before Jon guessed things over.
"And what business do you... Mandalorians. What business do you have with Craster?" asked Mormont.
"The old man?" said Vera "This place was the first settlement we came upon since arriving here. When we came here... let's say things broke down"
"You argued?" asked Mormont.
"That's putting it lightly" said Vera "The ugly bastard threatened my boys and told me he'd make me one of his wives. I had my boys hold him still as I beat his ugly mug"
Jon looked over at Craster still on the ground. Jon didn't notice at first when he saw Craster, but there were indeed signs of bruising.
"And the pigs?" asked Mormont.
"We needed food" said Vera. "So we took one third of his pigs and headed east of here"
"Where did you settle?" asked Mormont.
"Gotta map?" asked Vera.
"Tarly!" Mormont shouted. Sam shook himself before awkwardly walking forward and handed Vera the known Map of the known North.
"Thanks pudgy" said Vera.
Sam nodded nervously before retreating back over with Jon and the others.
Vera looked over the map as she handed it to Mormont "Here" she said as she pointed to a part of the map as Mormont held it.
"That's east of the haunted forest" said Mormont "Nearby Hardhome. You must of found an abandon Wildling village"
"Wildling" mouthed Vera under her helmet as she eyed Craster "That's a good word for these people. Are you lot Wildlings?"
"No" said Mormont "We're from South of here. I'm Jeor Mormont of Bear Island"
"Well Jeor Mormont of Bear Island" said Vera as she turned back to her men "We'll be seeing you"
She and her men then started back where they came from.
"Wait!" shouted Mormont "Why'd you come here again?"
"We're tracking some creature" said Vera "It came by this place. Trails gone cold though"
And without another word they continued walking off.
Jon watched as they walked away as he collected his thoughts. Whoever these people were they weren't Wildlings. Or from Westeros for that matter.
Jon was cut from his thoughts as he looked to the side of him. Standing in front of him was one of those Talz. It stared at Jon with all four of its eyes, not a one blinking.
"Tuk Rud!" called one of the men in red.
The Talz turned away from Jon and followed the rest of them.
They all waited for them to be out of sight before Mormont shouted.
"Alright!" started Mormont "These strange men. And their creatures. They don't change anything. We continue for the Fist tomorrow!"
Several men nodded before continuing where they left off.
"Well that was fun lot" said Dolorous Edd dryly.
"Are they from the Free Cities?" asked Grenn.
"Maybe" said Sam. "I've never seen armor or weapons like that though"
"We shouldn't get involved" said Edd "That lot'll rip us apart faster than a Shadow Cat horde"
"We shouldn't meet again" said Jon "The Fist is West and North of here. Their heading East"
Jon then walked over to the Lord Commander. As his Steward, Jon was able to approach Mormont more easily than the rest of the men.
"What do you make of them?" asked Jon to the Old Bear.
"They could of killed us any time" said Mormont "They didn't. But we can't trust them fully yet"
"...Do you know what they might of been hunting?" asked Jon.
Mormont just turned to him and stared. He stayed silent before he walked back to his tent.
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Darth Vader stood still as the storm hit him and his men.
The storm was strong and hard, but the Snowtroopers were veterans from similar ice planets. And the AT-AT walker wasn't even moved by this wind. As for Vader himself, the Force kept him afoot.
"Lord Vader" said the Snowtrooper Captain standing alongside him "Our troops have found several abandoned castles. They're old but they're sturdy"
"Set up base at these locations then" said Vader.
"Yes my Lord" said the Snowtrooper as he bowed and walked over.
Vader and his Unit were currently between the lands west of the Frostfangs and the uncharted part of the the North. More specifically the Land of Always Winter. After recruiting Sauron and his Armies, Vader's Master sent him to where Skywalker and his allies were. The probe Droid he sent out was monitoring them from a distant, staying out of sight as it followed them.
As for Vader, he had settled were the Force was currently strongest. The Lands Beyond the Wall.
Vader could feel the pull of the Force, both Light and Dark, flow through the cold lands. There was magic in this place. And the Force grew with it.
Stomp. Stomp.
Vader stayed silent as he ignored the sound of footsteps marching towards him.
He could feel him even here. His son. His powers have grown since their last encounter. Where Vader severed his right hand and dropped the harsh truth on the young Jedi's mind. Vader would have his son join with him. One way or another.
As Vader thought to himself, a Wight of a dead Wildling man stopped short of Vader. It's jaw by hanging off the side of it's head and it's left knee was shattered.
The Wight kept walking forward towards Vader, each step getting heavier and faster.
SLASH!
The Wildling fell with a shriek as a light of red slashed against it.
"Insignificant spec" was all Vader said as the heat from his Lightsaber ignited a fire on the Wight's body.
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"They'll find us" hissed Jorah as he carefully stepped next to Starkiller.
"No worries mate" said Fred "Our spell will keep this place safe"
"Yeah" chimed in George "Learn to trust us"
When the four discovered that Daenerys was among her Dragons' captors, Starkiller and Jorah went after her while Fred and George went to collect her Khalasar.
When they regrouped, Fred and George found a vacant building just big enough to hold the Dothraki and them and put up what they called a 'Joint Fidelius Charm', a spell that concealed the building in a hidden shroud. The twins named Starkiller it's Secret Keeper.
"Are you sure my Khalasar will be safe here?" Daenerys asked the twins.
"Unless Starkiller offs himself off, no one will find this" said Fred.
"And even if someone offs Starkiller off, then we become the new Secret Keepers"
"The four of us?" asked Daenerys, thinking 'us' meant her, the twins, and Jorah.
"No" said Fred "Every person in this building will become the Secret Keeper"
"Boy. This is a complicated spell" said George.
During the Twins last year at Hogwarts before 'graduating early', they were proud members of Dumbledore's Army and learned many useful spells, charms, and curses. Courtesy of Harry and Hermione.
"I trusted him" said Daenerys "This is the second time I trusted someone. I lost someone the last time too"
"Khaleesi-" started Jorah.
"This isn't the time to start kicking yourself" interrupted Starkiller "According to Quaithe, the magic coming off the Dragons are empowering the Warlocks. Basically the closer they are to them, the stronger their magic. She also told me these Dourhands that follow them are outcasts of their own kind for dealing with darker creatures"
"That monster" said Daenerys "I've never seen anything like it"
"Was it really a Troll?" Fred asked Starkiller.
"That's what the Dwarf called it" said Starkiller.
"We have Trolls back where we came from" said George "That old hag even had some at Hogwarts"
"Bloody toad" muttered Fred.
"This isn't the time for reminiscing" said Starkiller. "I think it's time to question our prisoner"
Daenerys turned to Rakharo, Aggo, and Jhogo {Bring it here}
{Yes Khaleesi} chimed the three Dothraki. They left the room briefly and returned with the sour Dwarf. Without it's axe, helm, or armor it looked so much less intimidating.
"I have nothing to say to you!" spat the Dwarf.
Rakharo struck the side of his head.
"This will only continue if you resist" said Jorah.
"I am the blood of the Dourhands" spat the Dwarf "I am a soldier in service of Skorgrim Dourhand. I will not bow to humans of all creatures!"
Aggo went to strike him before Starkiller raised a hand.
"Let me handle this" said Starkiller.
Starkiller stepped forward and moved his hand forward.
"Reveal your secrets!" said Starkiller, an ominous vibe coming off his tone.
The Dwarf twitched "N-no!"
"Reveal your secrets!" repeated Starkiller, his voice louder.
"I-I-I w-won't!" the Dwarf's voice was breaking.
"Reveal your secrets! NOW!" shouted Starkiller, a literal echo bouncing off his voice.
"AAAHH!" the Dwarf fell on his knees as he clutched his head, practically crying as he soothed his head.
Daenerys, Jorah, and the twins stared in slight horror at what had just happen. From their perspective, Starkiller simply waved his hand and the Dwarf started acting off.
"What did you do to him?" asked Daenerys.
"It's a Force Mind Trick" said Starkiller. "Those that use the Force can control the very thoughts and will of it's target. It works on the weak minded. Though it has it's uses on the more strong minded"
The Dwarf was practically rocking back and forth.
"Spooky" muttered George.
"And I thought memory charms were dangerous" said Fred.
Starkiller walked over to the Dwarf and picked him up by the back of it's hair.
"I can do that all day" said Starkiller dangerously "And it'll only get worse. So it would be in your best interest to answer our questions"
The Dwarf just nodded it's head as tears fell from it's eyes. Starkiller dropped the Dwarf and walked back over to Daenerys and company.
"Where did you learn these tactics?" asked Jorah.
"The Dark Side of the Force is a cruel weapon" said Starkiller "And I was taught many of it's darker uses"
"Another time" said Daenerys before Jorah could ask more questions "We have bigger priorities"
They all turned to the Dwarf.
"What is your name?" Daenerys asked.
"Gori Dourarm" said the Dwarf instantly.
"What do you people seek?" asked Daenerys "Why are you working for Xaro Xhoan Daxos and the Warlocks? And what would they do with me and my Dragons?"
"We sought the resurrection of our former leader, Skorgrim Dourhand" said Gori "Skorgrim led our clan against the Elves and the Longbeards"
"Longbeards?" questioned Fred.
"Other Dwarves" answered Starkiller "You were the bane of your own people"
"Skorgrim was willing to take drastic measures for the honor of the Dwarf Lords of the past" said Gori "He led our ancestors to Edhelion, an Elven refuge those filthy pointy eared dare build on our lands. The Blue Mountains were our home!"
Starkiller raised his hand and Gori shuddered.
"When Skorgrim attacked Edhelion, he was buried under rubble by Talagan Silvertongue. That was Six Hundred years ago" said Gori.
"Six hundred?!" said Daenerys. The Targaryens weren't even in Westeros yet by that time!
"Aye" said Gori "After that, the rest of the Dourhands scattered. Centuries later, just 75 years ago, we Dwarves settled at Silver Deep, just west of Edhelion. Thorin Oakenshield had us mine the place. When he left to reclaim the Lonely Mountains from Smaug the Dragon, he left Gormr Doursmith in charge. And when a Troll was release from within the Mines, Gormr and Gimli ,son of Gloin, discovered the preserved corpse of Skorgrim Dourhand. Dead for centuries, yet the body was fresh. Gormr then started gathering up all the Dourhand descended Dwarves and started plans to revive Skorgrim"
"For 75 years" stated Starkiller "Why resurrect Skorgrim?"
"I don't question Gormr" said Gori "While we were bidding our time, we were transported here, to Qarth. We were discovered by Pyat Pree and the other Warlocks. Pyat Pree learned of our need for Skorgrim's resurrection and offered aid. He told us of your Dragons. He said that the Dragons were strong with magical aura. That they were birthed through ritualistic ways. They said they could siphon off magic from them and then use them in future wars"
"If you already have the Dragons, why do you want Dany?" asked Fred.
"The Dragons require a parent Pyat said" said Gori "They'll die without her"
"How many of you Dourhands are there?" asked Jorah.
"2,000 strong" said Gori "A dozen trolls... Eleven"
"...How many Dothraki warriors do you have?" Starkiller asked Daenerys.
"350" said Daenerys "We lost many during our walk through the desert. And more when the Dourhand stole my Dragons"
"Well can't you go one man army against them?" Fred asked Starkiller.
"The Dwarves and their pets don't bother me" said Starkiller "It's the Warlock and his magic. It's unfamiliar. And I can't protect you and fight a war"
"...What if we lure the army away" said Jorah "We could deal with the army away from the House of Undying. Then focus on attacking the Warlock"
"No" said Starkiller "That wouldn't work"
"Look" said Jorah "I appreciate everything you've done, but I've been a soldier in war for years"
"So have I" said Starkiller "And unlike you, I've encountered beings like Pree. Magic and War are two dangerous elements. And this is both"
"...Then what do you suggest?" asked Jorah.
"Your idea has worth" said Starkiller "But instead of handling them one at a time, we have to deal with them at the same time"
"How?" asked George.
"You two will attack the Dourhand using unorthodox attack patterns" said Starkiller "Use your magic to lure them into the streets. Your magic is different from the Warlocks. It's foreign to both the Warlocks and the Dwarves"
"Look mate" said Fred "We've trained to fight the Dark Arts. But fighting an army of Dwarves and Trolls. That's a bloody bit much"
"The Warlocks won't let Daenerys" said Jorah "They'll never be safety for her as long as they have the Dragons and they'll have all of her Khalasar put down to ensure that"
"And Xaro Xhoan Daxos won't rule this city kindly" said Starkiller "He killed the Thirteen in his own home. He had the Dourhand kill his own servants. Do you think it'll end with that?"
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The Weasley Twins exchanged looks with each other before turning back to Jorah and Starkiller with smirks on their face.
"Alright" chimed the Twins.
"It'll be fun to stick it to the King of Qarth" said Fred.
"And fighting Dwarves. Bill and Charlie never did anything like that" said George.
"And while you do that" said Starkiller "Me and Jorah will invade the House of Undying. I'll take care of the Warlocks while he secures the Dragons"
"I'm coming with you"
All four eyes turned to Daenerys.
"No Khaleesi. You mustn't" said Jorah.
"He's right" said Starkiller "You're not combat trained"
"A Mother does not let other men save her children when they cry for their mother!" said Daenerys fiercely.
Starkiller stared at Daenerys, matching her fierce glare with his cold glaze.
"...Fine" said Starkiller "But your Bloodriders must come with you"
"I wasn't gonna have them do nothing while they're Khaleesi risks her life" said Daenerys.
{We will fight for the glory of Daenerys Stormborn} said Rakharo.
{Khaleesi} chimed Aggo and Jhogo.
"What about him?" asked Fred.
The Dwarf wasn't paying attention. The strain of Starkiller's mental attack and having to recollect vast knowledge afterwards had the Dwarf muttering in his own native tongue.
"We can't kill him in cold blood" said Fred.
"He's a danger so long as the Dourhand remain" said Jorah.
"Look" said George "If this was all out fighting, anything's game. But he's a prisoner. Where we come from, you don't off a guy just because you don't like him"
"This isn't where you come from" said Jorah.
"That explains the shittiness" said Fred.
"Enough!" said Daenerys "No more bickering. Until the Dourhand are taken care of, he'll remain a prisoner. What happens to him afterwards will be decided"
"If that's all" said Starkiller "Then let's go to war"
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Han and Boromir walked through the forest as they made their way looked for Jack.
"Why are we looking for Barbossa's stupid monkey?" asked Han.
"The pirates refuses to travel without the damn thing" said Boromir.
"Then why are we looking for it?" asked Han. "Couldn't Legolas do this faster?"
"Legolas is helping Aragorn decide how to split the horses" said Boromir.
When all was decided on their course of action, Ned's group needed to reach their destination quickly. Renly and Stannis could attack each other any day. The problem was the horses. Between the one's Orion gave them, the one's taken from the Gold Cloaks during their brawl, the Night's Watch's horses, and the two taken from the Gold Cloaks looking for Gendry, it wasn't enough. They had to kill some of them to feed the Ewoks (Against Lucy and Sam's protests), particularly the ones meant for short travel. The Night's Watch needed their horses for the weak travelers and the prisoners in the cage. And between Aragorn and Eddard's group, there weren't enough.
"This would be so much easier if we could just fly there" said Han.
"In one of your flying machines" said Boromir. He, along with the more skeptic lot in the group, didn't believe Solo in the existence of Starships. Such a vehicle was simply too foreign for them to understand. The only ones besides Han's friends that believed such a things were the Hogwarts students and the Pevensies.
"If I ever show you the Falcon, you'll have to kiss my ass"
"Not even as a dying request" said Boromir as Han chuckled.
They stopped when they came upon a grizzly sight.
A naked woman was pierced against a tree, a thick nail hanging her body by he neck.
"Clegane" muttered Boromir as he eyed the woman.
"He really is one fucked up Son of a Hutt" said Han.
Boromir stared at the woman before moving towards her.
"What are you doing?" asked Han.
"This isn't how one should die" said Boromir.
Han stared at Boromir before sighing.
We don't have time to dig a grave" said Han "I'll find a whole in the ground somewhere. There's bound to be something around like that"
Boromir said nothing as he pulled out the nail and caught the woman's falling body, ignoring the flies and the smell of rot.
It took Han five minutes but he came upon an abandoned fox's den. They put her body in and put a large size rock in front of it to seal it.
"...This isn't how Knights should act" said Boromir "Raping. Destroying fields. Senseless killing of life"
"Are the knights of Gondor true knights?" asked Han.
"Of course we are!" stated Boromir.
"Sorry" muttered Han.
"...Ever since arriving in Westeros, I've seen Knights and soldiers do nothing but the work of brigands and barbarians" said Gondor, intensity growing in his voice "As I grew with my brother, we were raised to uphold the honors of true Knighthood. I've seen Orcs and Goblins and Ruffians commit horrors I've seen too many times. But these... Lannisters-"
"There's the point" said Han "This Tywin guy. His son and his daughter commit incest. His grandson is a mad king. Why should the Knights and the soldiers under him be any better?"
"Then he should not be a lord!" said Boromir sharply.
"...He won't be" said Han "Not for much longer"
SPLAT!
Suddenly a rotten peach hit the side of Han's head.
"AGH!" shouted Han before turning to the source of the projectile. In a tree, Jack the Monkey laughed as it pointed it's finger at Han.
"That's it!" said Han as he pulled out his Blaster and took several shots at Jack. The monkey avoided several shots while ignoring the ones that did hit it, being immortal and all. "Come back here!"
Han then shot away from Boromir and chased Jack. He chased the monkey for several seconds before stopping to catch his breathe.
"Stupid-" Han took in deep breathes "-Monkey!"
As Han's eyes focused, he notice something in the clearing he stopped at.
Then he widen his eyes for several seconds before breaking out in a grin.
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"I don't like this shit Lord Stark" said Yoren.
"It's a needed action Yoren" said Ned.
"But splitting into four groups?!" said Yoren "One group is stronger than four"
"But don't have the time for everything!" said Ned.
"...It's not my place to argue with Benjen's brother" said Yoren "But your little one won't like it"
"I already know" said Ned as he looked over to Arya, who was standing next to Gendry and Lommy with her arms crossed.
When Ned told her of what must be done, she reacted furiously. She didn't want to be separated from him again and stormed off before Ned could explain.
"...Will your lot be okay with Luke?" Ned asked Yoren.
"We'll be fine" said Yoren "We won't be traveling with the wanted Lord Stark and his missing daughter. Life will be smooth as a baby's arse"
Arya watched as her father and Yoren talked, anger filling her face.
"Is something wrong?" Gendry asked.
"Nothing" said Ara.
"Then why are you mad?" asked Lommy.
"I'm not mad" said Arya.
"Your such a liar" said Gendry. Arya punched him in the arm as she walked off, ignoring the laughter coming from Gendry.
Arya walked under a tree away from camp as she fumed.
"You're mad"
Arya turned and saw Aragorn standing to the side.
"Of course I'm mad!" snapped Arya. "My father's leaving me again to fight without me"
"Your father's fought in war before" said Aragorn "Twice"
"It's different" said Arya stubbornly "He was winning that war! And he had King Robert with him! And Sansa's still in King's Landing! Why is Sansa still in King's Landing?!"
"She's safe there for now" said Aragorn. "A friend of ours is watching over her until he can escape with her"
Arya stayed silent as her brain rattled around. She was too furious to think straight.
"War isn't pleasant" said Aragorn "There's no joy in leaving loved ones. War is uncertain. Anyone could die. From the lowliest soldiers to the highest king. But people fight those wars to make sure others don't. Your father and brother could of ignored war. But then so many more would be dead. The more noble hands armed themselves, the less innocents have to die"
"I still don't like it" said Arya "I should go with him"
"No" said Aragorn "Your father isn't going to just talk with Renly and Stannis. He's risking getting involved in open battle with no clear cut person to support. Renly is supposedly of kinder stuff and a favorite of the people. But Stannis has the right and knows the mantle of responsibility that comes with being a King"
"...If you know so much about war, why don't you go?" asked Arya, still trying to find some way to argue.
"I don't know these Baratheons" said Aragorn "Luke doesn't know these Baratheons. None of your father's rescuers know these Baratheons. Only your father knows them. And he won't be alone. Most of our group will go with him"
"..."
"Arya"
Arya turned and saw her father standing behind her. His face was apologetic and sorrow.
Arya couldn't control it any longer as she ran forward and rammed into Lord Stark as her arms wrapped around him, tears flowing out her eyes.
"Don't go!" cried Arya "Don't go!"
"I must" said her father "It is my duty"
"But I won't be there to protect you!" cried Arya, tears streaming out her eyes and nose.
"No" said Eddard "But I'll thirteen of the best warriors Westeros have ever seen. Besides he'll need you more"
Arya straightened up as she wiped away the tears. She looked over and looked at Aragorn's serious face.
"H-how can I help him?" asked Arya.
"A squire has every right to help there knight"
Arya released her father as she stepped back.
"I, Lord Eddard of House Stark. Lord of Winterfell. Warden of the North. Name you, Arya of House Stark, squire to Aragorn Elessar"
Arya widened her tear stained eyes as the words sunk in "A squire?!"
"Knights weren't built in a day. And after seeing such great woman perform such amazing feats, I can't deny your worth any longer" said Ned "Your mother might kill us both, but you have my blessing"
Arya started crying again, but for a different reason, as she ran forward and hugged her father again.
"Come" said Ned "We must get ready"
So Aragorn, Eddard, and Arya returned to camp as everyone got ready to depart.
"You protect them now" said Peter to Edmund as him and his siblings gathered to depart.
"The Ewoks will be safe" said Edmund. "I'll make sure of it"
Susan and Lucy hugged their brother before turning to Peter and hugging him as well.
"Don't do anything stupid either" said Susan.
"I'm the High King of Narnia" said Peter "I'll be fine"
"You'd better" said Lucy as they shared a quick laugh. Peter then walked over Caspian off on the side.
"You're to be the new King of Narnia" said Peter "You must help the Baratheons see reason"
"I'll try" said Caspian.
"Trying is nice" said Peter "But you'll have to do more.
Peter brought forth his hand and Caspian shook it.
As they were talking, Artoo and Threepio were watching them.
"It's surely going to be a long wait" said Threepio. Artoo beeped something at the golden Droid "Easy for you to say. You get to travel with Master Luke" Artoo beeped again "...Just take care of yourself. These are odd times"
In another part of camp, the Fellowship was dividing up.
"You two better take care of him" said Sam to Merry and Pippin as he handed Bill the Pony's reins to Merry.
"Don't worry Sam" said Merry "It's gonna be a peaceful walk for ole Bill"
"You take care of yourself" said Frodo to his cousins.
"...You two Frodo" said Pippin "Don't get into any trouble now"
"I'll do nothing you would" said Frodo jokingly.
"When will Boromir be back?" said Gandalf "We have to leave soon"
"No worries" said Gimli "It's our group that has to make haste"
"Gimli's right" said Legolas "We can't wait any longer"
Aragorn and the Starks walked over.
"Are we ready?" asked Ned.
"No" said Leia as she walked over "Han and Boromir aren't back"
Chewbacca growled something at Lando "Nah, Han wouldn't get caught by Lannisters"
"We'll have to look for him soon" said Luke. "Time's short"
Before anymore could be said, an inhuman noise took over the land. Everyone looked up in the air in confusion before all their eyes popped out.
Hovering over their heads, a giant contraption was lowering itself onto the ground.
"Fucking hell!" shouted Yoren "The fuck's that?"
"I don't believe it" said Lando.
"It's the Falcon" said Leia.
As the Millennium Falcon landed on the ground, the entrance to the Falcon opened. Jack the Monkey ran out as Han emerged, a wide smile on his face.
"Ha ha ha!" laughed Han "I'm complete again!"
"Where'd you find it!" asked Luke.
Han smiled as Boromir appeared behind him with wide eyes as he stepped out the Starship.
"I'm never getting on this thing again" said Boromir as he stared at Han. Han just laughed as he walked over and handed Leia a note.
"I found it on my seat" said Han. Leia looked over the letter.
Captain Solo.
If you made it this far, you'll probably need this soon.
Orion.
Leia smiled as she handed the letter to Luke.
"This helps" said Lando as he turned to Ned "Lord Stark, our group will take this to get to Stannis and Renly"
"What?" said a flabbergasted Ned.
"Whoa whoa" said Ron as he walked over "You want us to fly in this...thing?!"
"Yep" said Han.
"Wicked!" said Ron with a smile, Hermione rolling her eyes.
Ned just shook his head "Will these wonders ever cease?"
"Well I think we waited long enough" said Jack "Let's get on the metal ship"
Everyone agreed. Han, Lando, and Chewbacca led Ron, Ginny, Neville, Susan, Caspian, Frodo, Sam, Gimli, Legolas, and Jack on board. Ned took a moment to look over his daughter, linking eyes with her.
"...Take care, my little warrior" said Ned quietly.
Arya stayed silent for several seconds before nodding.
Ned smiled before he turned and walked up the ship, the entrance closing behind him.
At once, the Millennium Falcon rose off the ground, turned, and flew away.
Everyone's eyes remained on the sky before they composed themselves.
"Well" said Edmund "Better get going"
"Don't die" said Lucy.
Edmund nodded before turning to Threepio "Let's go"
"Oh a, yes. Lets" said Threepio as he followed Edmund back to where the Ewoks held camp.
As Edmund and Threepio walked away, Aragorn and Luke turned to each other. Aragorn made a jerking movement with his head towards Arya. Luke understood. Arya wouldn't want to leave them.
"Yoren" said Luke as he turned to the Night's Watch recruiter "I'm gonna have to take some of your men from you and give them to Aragorn"
"What's this now?" asked Yoren.
"According to our resources, Riverrun's understaffed" lied Luke "It's gonna need a blacksmith. A baker. Maybe a dyer"
Yoren caught on of what Luke was doing. "Ah. Well the Bull and the little boy can leave anytime. But the other two swore, the Black or the cells"
Luke did a mock look around. "Is there a King or a Lord to clarify that swear?"
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Yoren broke out into laughter at that. "Your a sharp one alright. Fine" Yoren turned to the boys "Gendry, Hot Pie, Lommy Greenhands"
At once the three boys shot there heads up.
"You lot are going ahead with this group" said Yoren. "No questions. And no denying"
Hot Pie and Lommy exchanged looks as they broke into grins. Gendry just stayed silent as a small smile took him.
"Yes sir" said Gendry as he turned to Hot Pie and Lommy "Come on"
Arya saw all this unfold as she stared at Luke "Thank you"
"There good lads" said Luke "You'll need them more than the Wall does"
"They won't be lads long" said Aragorn "I'll turn them into men"
"I bet you will" said Luke as Gandalf walked over "Be careful though. It's not just Lannisters that burn this land"
"No" said Gandalf "It's worse"
With that and a few goodbyes, the two groups split.
Gandalf on Shadowfax led the charge towards Riverrun alongside Aragorn with Arya riding behind him as Boromir, Leia, Harry, Hermione, Peter, Will, Elizabeth, Gendry, Hot Pie, and Lommy followed on their fastest horses.
Yoren and Luke watched them ride off as they remained. Luke's group kept the wagon Orion conjured for them as it wasn't fit for fast travels.
"So Mister Skywalker" said Barbossa as he walked up to him, Jack on his shoulder "Shall we begin are march after them?"
"We shall" said Luke as he turned to the group "Merry, Pippin. Help me carry Artoo up into the wagon"
"Aye/Of course" said the Hobbits as they turned to Artoo.
"Lucy, Luna" started Luke "Make sure we gather everything. Don't leave anything behind"
"Of course" said Lucy.
"As you say Master Skywalker" said Luna.
"Yoren" said Luke "I have no rule over you, but get your men ready for some real traveling. We've been going slow enough as it is"
"Aye" said Yoren as he turned to the men "Alright ya twats! Get ready! We embark for the road again soon!"
"And what would you have me do boy?" asked Barbossa.
"Keep an eye on Rorge, Biter, and Jaqen" said Luke "We have less eyes to watch them and I don't have Chewbacca to keep them in line"
"It will be a pleasure" said Barbossa with a smirk.
And so it was. One group came to a halt. One group flew away. One group rode North. And another followed slowly behind.
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Stannis and Davos walked through the Halls of Dragonstone as everyone prepared to take off. Stannis had stayed long enough. It was time to deal with Renly and reclaim his armies. The Tyrells could rebel all they want, but the Arms of the Stormlands belonged to Stannis by right.
"What shall be done about the Queen and your daughter your Grace?" asked Davos.
"They shall stay here with a small garrison" said Stannis.
"And our guests?" asked Davos.
"Those talking beasts" started Stannis "When you brought them here, I was cautious at first. But Shireen has grown fond of them"
"Do they wish to stay here?" asked Davos.
"No" said Stannis "They ask to travel back to this Narnia place. But there's no mention of any Narnia on the known map of the world. And they protest staying on Dragonstone any longer. They say the entire land is not for them"
"You have to admire their perspective" said Davos.
"They're animals" said Stannis.
"Talking animals with weapons" said Davos.
"Indeed" said Stannis "If I haven't seen the Lady Melisandre's own magic, I wouldn't believe it"
"If we're speaking freely your Grace" started Davos "I prefer talking animals to burning people and disowning Gods"
"I'll hear no more of this" said Stannis "I have enough to think about"
"As you say your Grace" said Davos "I must check on my sons. Do I have your leave?"
"You do" said Stannis.
Davos bowed and walked away.
"Your Grace"
Stannis turned and saw one of his soldiers stationed to guard Melisandre "Lady Melisandre requests your presences"
Stannis nodded and headed to Melisandre's chambers. After a bit of walking, Stannis arrived in Melisandre's chambers.
Inside, Stannis found Melisandre chanting above a naked man tied to the ground as he layed surrounded by coal. His entire body was covered in carved markers. Freshly made.
"This man was a prisoner" said Stannis as he recognized the man. A spy from the Lannisters "What is all of this?"
Melisandre stopped chanting as she turned to Stannis "Your Grace" she bowed "It is time. The Lord of Light shall empower me as I strengthen you"
"How?" asked Stannis. He already had Lightbringer. What more could the Red God do for him personally.
"By giving you a Champion" said Melisandre "One that can do more than any army"
"Where will we find such a warrior?" asked Stannis coldly.
Melisandre smiled as she stood over the prisoner. "I sensed it long ago. When Ned Stark was freed. I sensed a great power. And I used that power to draw that power to me. What came to me was the soul of a warrior slain. In this warrior's past, he was a skilled warrior unmatched by any. He led a life of servitude, defeat, betrayal. exile. It's only source for it's power was hate. And that hate led to his death. But his soul wouldn't rest. And through one way or another, he has appeared to me.
"What use is a dead man's soul?" asked Stannis.
"Nothing yet" said Melisandre "But once revived, it shall be your Champion"
"You can revive the dead?" asked Stannis.
"No" said Melisandre "Not when it's a soul. But this soul. It's full of powerful force. That force combined with my ritual shall return this warrior's body"
"...Show me" said Stannis.
Melisandre smiled and continued her ritual. She chanted in her foreign language as the man on the ground struggled.
Suddenly, the markings on the man's body caught on fire. The man's muffled screams intensified as the fire surrounded his fire. Once the fire touched the coal, the entire bed of coals shot up in flames. Melisandre's voice got louder with demonic echos filling the room.
Stannis' eyes stared shockingly at the fire as the man's muffled voice died down.
Soon, the fire died too and Stannis saw a figure's shadow through the smoke. The smoke soon died down too. And standing on top of a pile of ashes stood a creature.
It was red skinned with black tattoos covering it's body, ten horns circling it's head like a crown.
Suddenly it's eyes shot open, revealing red and yellow. It's mouth opened to revealing grinding teeth. It's fists trembled.
"KENOBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" shouted a revived Darth Maul.
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HOLY SHIT!
Darth Maul is back!
I figured Stannis needed something to help him stand on a higher ground. But why was Darth Maul's soul in Westeros? Keep reading to find out.
Arya as a squire. That's a new one. But who better to squire for than the future King of Gondor?! And now she has her three amigos with her. She needed some sort of good things to happen after being separated from Ned again. I mean she wasn't even there when he was arrested. Of course she doesn't wanna be away from him.
It's gonna be time for the War against Qarth soon. It's gonna be epic.
Jon Snow finally gets a taste of the oddities of the other worlds. About time too.
Things are heating up and blood is going to be split in large quantities, in more places than one.
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