As Mycah finished covering his manhood, he spied Arya watching him. Lord Stark was constantly moving between them to block her view. Despite that his dick appeared to be all that was on her mind. Maybe the septa should keep a closer eye on her. Else some dashing golden clad immortal might steal her.
His eyes met lord Starks icy greys. The lord of Winterfell wasn't a fool. That must have known what was going on or what would go on.
He approached lord Stark and the northmen gathered around their lord. Their bucklers, swords, and axes were ready to defend their lord. "Hey, stop that he's my friend don't hurt him." Arya yelled. Had she finally gotten his dick out of her head.
Nope from his view she was still staring at his crotch.
The men looked at him in fascination and a little terror. None of their weapons shook. That was a good sign in his opinion. Or it maybe he wasn't commanding respect.
Nymeria Arya's dire wolf growled at his approach. He glanced at it and raised his aura. She started snarling in response. A good sign. "It's ok Nymeria, he's a friend that's Mycah."
"Ah you knew me as Mycah the butcher's son. I'm now Mycah the pilot." Arya looked at him with a strange expression.
"You're playing a trick on me aren't you." He frowned and thought about it.
"Well I can fly can't I. That makes me a pilot." Lord Stark cleared his throat.
"No, that would make you a bird." Arya argued.
"But I'm human and I don't have wings, so I'm a pilot." Mycah floated off the ground a little to show Arya he was serious.
Arya glared at him for a moment. Lord Stark cleared his throat again. "That's magic so aren't you a wizard."
"W," Lord Stark tried to cut in.
"No Arya wizards ride on broom sticks. Well some don't need them or use magic carpets. But magic carpets are illegal. I could get one for you, I think they were made illegal because you don't need magic to use one." Mycah interrupted.
"Son show Lord Stark some respect." His father said.
Mycah turned his head in confusion. Lord Stark looked as if he had something to ask and it was burning him inside.
"I'm sorry m'lord please ask away." Lord Stark sighed aloud and cleared his throat again.
"What are you and what was all of that?" Lord Stark asked.
"I'm a Pilot. That was the most direct path to building a self-sustaining fire." He didn't have to guess what Lord Starks next question would be.
"What is a pilot, exactly?" Arya asked.
"Oh, a soldier of the legion who wears powered armor and caries legion armaments of war." Mycah said.
"What's the legion?" Arya asked. Lord Stark frowned but said nothing.
"The legion is an organization of," Mycah smiled down at Arya. "Well you could call them men who learn the grandest mysteries. Don't worry the legion isn't on this world." Mycah said.
"Does that mean you like puzzles?" Arya asked.
"I personally love puzzles the more difficult the better." His current puzzle was how to advance this ass backwards society. His only clue was nothing given has inherent value. Now how was he going to use that.
"Why do we need to worry if the legion was on this world?" Ned Stark asked.
"Oh, we'd destroy your ass backwards government and install a better one." Mycah said. Lord Stark froze for a moment.
"Why would the legion do that? What's backwards about our government?" Arya asked.
"You need look no further than literacy. How many men are literate among the population? Less than 4 percent of the small folk are literate." He nodded his head. Yes, that was where he could start. Literacy needed to be spread far and wide. In this situation, he lacked the nail for the boot. The nail was a way to increase the availability of books. A printing press was made in the mediaeval world.
"Lord Stark this boy is clearly deranged. He talks of literacy and making removing governments. Might he be possessed by some spirit." Jory the captain of the Stark guard said.
"Sure, let's go with that. I'm deranged. All that you've seen is an illusion." Mycah said. He had a printing press to build and books to disseminate. Then he had an uprising to plan. He would be so busy soon. He wondered if he'd have any time left to play with Arya.
"Regardless, his grace wants to see all involved in the fight." Lord Stark said. He shrugged and followed the lord. He floated off the ground glowing golden. People quickly caught sight of him and made signs of the seven.
"Could you stop that?" Lord Stark asked.
"Which part the floating or the glowing?" Mycah whispered.
"Both." Lord Stark demanded.
"Why?" Mycah made a show of looking around. "Oh, it's causing faith." He coughed echoing it with his aura.
"Excuse me people on your knees and or worshiping me. This is not an act of some god, demon, or spirit. I'm just a normal human who happens to have god like power. Please carry on with your lives. I don't accept prayers or intervene with your daily lives. Any wishes you desire from me will need equal or greater compensation." Mycah turned to Lord Stark and nodded his head. As far as he was concerned the problem was solved.
"What kind of compensation?" One of the king's retinue asked. This one was in red armor. A Lannister guard by his coloring.
"What do you want?" Mycah asked.
"What if I wanted you to heal my son? He's been lame all his life." Mycah tapped his chin.
"That isn't hard. I won't regenerate a new leg but repairing a limb is feasible. Does he have most of the leg?" The guard nodded his head hope fully in his eyes. "Alright, 20 stags and I'll heal him. If you can't make the payment right away, I'll accept it in installments. My interest rate is 10% per year the payment isn't met."
I turned back to Lord Stark. "Wait you said you won't regenerate a limb. Could you do it?" Arya asked.
"With some practice. It will take quite a few tries to get it right. Arms are complicated." Mycah said.
"I forgot how easy it is to profit over a primitive society's sick. As I recall the other is the cause of infection according to most Maesters." Mycah said with a cackle. "I'm going to be rich especially during the next war."
"You would charge each man for their life on the battlefield?" Lord Stark asked.
"Absolutely, that's when men are most desperate to win and will trade anything. Second only to mothers with sick newborns. I'm going to be so rich." Mycah said. Arya gave him a concerned look.
"Relax, friends and their family get healing free of charge. That doesn't mean I'm going to heal everyone just because I can. If I provide a service, I expect compensation" Mycah said.
"What if they can't pay?" Arya asked.
"Indentured servitude. They lose the ability to choose their career path. I'll take them into my service have them trained and then they will work for me until they've paid their debt." Mycah said.
"Here that is called slavery and its illegal." Lord Stark said.
"Then don't lords practice slavery as well. You control all the land and take a cut out of your small folk's labors. If they don't pay you violently take what you think is owed. Most can't even choose to go to another lord's territory." Mycah argued. They were finally approaching the king now.
"We'll talk more later." Lord Stark assured.
"So, this is the kid who struck you with a stick. Why did you pick a fight with someone who's floating?" King Robert asked.
"He wasn't floating before. He and that girl attacked me, then the wolf bit me." Joffrey said.
"Liar, he attacked Mycah and the hound ran him down on his horse." Arya yelled.
"Your Grace," Mycah said.
The king turned his gaze on Mycah. "Go on tell me your side of it."
"Joffrey was drunk off his ass. Lady Sansa was as well. He was stumbling when he walked. The smelled of spirits. Neither may remember what happened. They might have sobered up and put what pieces they like together. I propose that neither are reliable witnesses." Robert rubbed at his beard.
"Father you can't believe him." Joffrey said.
"My Joffrey isn't a drunk" Cercei said. The woman and felt like a snake. He'd heard of other of his kind boinking mystical creatures before. This one he wouldn't touch with someone else's dick. Strangely, he could see her as a centaur. It was rumored her personality quite resemble a horse's ass.
"Well your grace its rather mute. He already had the hound chase me down and kill me. I'm just immortal, so it didn't work." Mycah said. The king nodded as if he'd heard it all before.
"Lancel you fucking fool more wine. The king is thirsty, and the world isn't making sense." Robert said. When the king turned back to him there was something of a smile on his face. "Well wife you can't kill someone twice. Hound get your ass out here." Robert yelled.
"Yes, yer Grace." The hound said.
"Did you kill this boy?" Robert asked.
"Yes, I ran him down on my charger and stabbed him through the heart. I picked him up to lay him across my mount to take back and prove he died. Then he started moving again, so I slit his throat. That's when he started glowing. I tried slashing at him, but my sword wouldn't cut him after that."
"Well do you here that my wife. He's already been executed. So, let it be done." Robert demanded.
"What about the beast that bit my son?"
"Fine Woman, I'll have the dire wolf killed." Arya took off running but the guards caught her. Mycah let out a sigh. Arya owed him a suck for this.
Author's note: Hope you enjoyed it.