Lyanna had only met Malcolm Branfield the one time while she had been growing up. He was Asher's uncle on his mother's side. He was somewhere near or at the prime of his life. If he was here on this side of the world then something was very wrong.

"If you are going to save your House, Asher, you're going to need more than the three of you and the dire wolves." Malcolm told Asher. "You're going to need an army."

"That's why you're here isn't?" Beskha asked Malcolm rhetorically. "To buy one?"

"You need an army of sellswords," Lyanna said, "and someone to lead them." It all made sense to her, except for one little thing. Her eyes widened in terror at the implication that Malcolm's arrival would mean. Something was very wrong with her family, she would need to get back as soon as possible.

"Shit, here come so more." Beskha said as she herded them into a nearby shop and waited while more Lost Legion passed by. Getting out of the city with this many people looking for them was going to take some doing. Attacking would only lead swift and very deadly end. Asher had been tempted to attack when one soldier passed by closer than any before. Lyanna touched his shoulder and shook her head, attacking would only lead to a prolonged fight.

When the coast was clear, everyone gathered just outside of the shop and made sure it wasn't a trap. "First things first, we need to get out of this city and back to Daenerys." Lyanna said with a serious tone. "Then Malcolm, we are going to be having a very serious talk about what has been going on in my homeland. Looks like it's time for us to go home."


They had decided that the eastern gate to Yunkai would be the best choice for slipping out of the city. It was neither a trade route to Meereen or Astapor and the docks had been heavily patrolled. Beskha also had them sticking closer to the mountains then the trade road as the Lost Legion would be looking for them there first. Unfortunately, their luck seemed to slip away as they passed through one route that had been blocked. It looked impossible to scale and would take too much time to dig their way through or backtrack.

Beskha, who had been going back to make sure the Lost Legion weren't follow, came running back with Nymeria right by her side. She was winded but not desperate. "They are following us alright," she said "and looks like the flooding from the mountain caps was worse than usual this year." Clearly, she was upset that things were stacked against them.

It was Asher who found a solution, right behind a skeleton. But if they had found it, then the Legion soldiers on their tail would find it just as quick. The direwolves slipped in first, which was difficult due to their size and Lyanna could hear barks from inside. A crossbow bolt whistled near them and that pretty much quickened everyone's desire to get into the cave as quickly as possible.

Squeezing her way into the cave, Lyanna couldn't find the wolves right away but they sounded close. Malcolm, Asher and Beskha followed just after and had to stab the poor bastard that was following. The rest of the cave opened and would work better for killing anyone coming into the cave. Asher called out to everyone and pulled back and prepared for a fight. Unfortunately, the Lost Legion was smarter than the average bandits.

Choosing to instead gather forces before coming after them, luckily there only seemed to be a dozen of them. Unfortunately that also put them at 3 to 1 odds all total. But where the Lost Legion had numbers, Lyanna and her group actually had talent for fighting not mentioning a desire to get out of this alive. They needed help if they all wanted to make it out of these caves.

Whistling for the wolves, the rest of the party attacked the Lost Legion with all their strength. Asher and Beskha acted as attackers as Lyanna and Malcolm defended their sides from the overzealous. Whistling for the wolves to come when one lucky mercenary got lucky and cut Malcolm along the back. The resulting growls were answer enough when all three came to the rescue and attacked their enemy.

She was brought back to reality when one enemy bull rushed her and knocked her on her back. Brandishing a spear above his head as he brought it down towards her chest. Time slowed down as Lyanna was able to watch everything that happened in slow motion. Asher was torn is two between helping her and his uncle who had been cornered by another pair of Lost Legion, Beskha was finishing up the last of them coming from the entrance. Shadow was a giant ram as she tried to make her way to her mistress.

Lyanna was about to close her eyes and wait for the end when her vision went dark and her attacker went up in flames screaming in agony. Sitting up, Lyanna found Drogon roaring and spraying the man with more fire until he fell and stopped moving. Lost Legion soldiers stopped what they were doing as they watched their comrade die by fire. Asher and Beskha proceeded to finish them while they were distracted. When Drogon growled and almost lunged at Malcolm before Lyanna moved.

"Drogon, stop!" Reaching up and putting a hand up on his side. On instinct, he turned and snapped at her, missing her by scant inches. Putting her arms up to show that she didn't mean any harm. Still, Drogon was a dragon, a very proud one at that, and he proceeded to growl at her. Looking at her with wild eyes, before something seemed to click in his mind and he remembered her from the time Lyanna had spent with his mother.

He sniffed at her hand and trilled happily when she rubbed a spot on his head that he had enjoyed when he was smaller. Lyanna smiled at him and got up. Screeching at them, Drogon made his way quickly to an exit towards the back and take to the skies. Malcolm was in awe over the site, now that his life was no longer in danger. Lyanna only smiled as she remembered her own first look at the beast that was a force of nature all on its own.

"I'm not sure about all of you," Lyanna started as she was surrounded by the direwolves, who were intent on making sure she was ok, "but how about we get out of here so we can get back to the others. I imagine Daenerys is pretty worried about Drogon being this far away." She turned and started out the same way that Drogon had taken.


Once they were out of the cave and back to the main road between Meereen and Yunkai, it was easy to see that Daenerys and her army had finished passing maybe half a day ago. Although festivities could still be seen playing along the road as people rejoiced in be free. Luckily, Lyanna and her group could probably make it back to the army before Daenerys reached Meereen. Having a small group had its advantages sometimes.

After a quick stop for the night, again the group made all haste to get to Daenerys. Within 3 hours they could see the army, after another hour, they entered the edge of the encampment. Daenerys had pushed pretty hard seeing as how they were still in the middle of setting up everything just outside of Meereen. Signalling to the group, she pulled them off to one side where they would be out of the way.

"You guys go get cleaned up, I am going to check in with Daenerys" Lyanna said before she moved off and asked someone for directions. Asher and Beskha just looked at each other before snickering. Malcolm looked over from watching Lady Stark walk away with the wolves in tow. He remembered Grey Wind, Robb Stark's own direwolf. If Shadow was anything like Grey Wind, Lyanna Stark would be a force all on her own. Hearing his nephew laugh brought his attention to Asher, raising an eyebrow at the humor.

"Lyanna and Daenerys, you would think they were joined at the hip their whole lives and dread to be apart for anytime the way they get. I'm sure they will quite unreachable for an hour or so." Asher said as Beskha nodded and left to see where someone may have set up their tent. Malcolm begun to follow as he started to ask Asher what were the odds of getting help from the Targaryen woman.

Lyanna followed an Unsullied who had nodded at her when she asked to lead her to Daenerys. If she was going to be dealing with more Unsullied, she would need to learn the language. Lyanna almost giggled to herself, thinking about learning from Daenerys late at night, maybe with rewards and punishments for her progress. She was still smiling when she entered a tent and found Daenerys leaning over a table going over a map of Meereen.

She was surrounded by Ser Barristan and Jorah, the new Commander of the Unsullied Grey Worm, as well as the new and enigmatic Daario Naharis and a few higher ups of the Second Sons. While 8000 Unsullied an impressive army, the 2000 Second Sons, complimented it with it's cavalry. Daenerys truly had an army that would follow her across the world. Lyanna nodded at the Unsullied who escorted her here and stayed away from everyone until they were finished.

"Lets break for lunch while we all think on ways to bring Meereen into the fold without innocent blood spilled." Daenerys told everyone as they began to file out. Most ignored her presence or looked past her, not knowing who she was or why she was there. When finally only her council was still present, Daario looked over and nodded to her that got everyone's attention. Daenerys looked up and smiled at her, before walking around and hugging Lyanna close to her.

Lyanna finally started to shoo her away with a laugh when Daenerys began looking for injuries. Bringing Lyanna over to stand next to the table with her, Daenerys continued going over the map before finally releasing everyone else for lunch as well. Melissandi brought Daenerys her cup and plate before bring another for Lyanna as they sat and enjoyed a quiet meal together. Lyanna thought that the moment could not have been more perfect.

"There is dire news from my homeland," Lyanna told Daenerys when they were finished "a man had come from Asher's family seeking assistance from you. Will you hear him and Asher out?" Lyanna asked. Daenerys was thoughtful for a moment before she nodded. Her reign as Queen was starting and she did not want to make promises that she would not be able to keep. She sent out a runner to go and fetch Asher, Beskha and Malcolm. Lyanna was content to sit and simply hold Daenerys hand.

Asher and Beskha came in at the same time with Malcolm following behind them. Daenerys greeted Asher and Beskha warmly, as they had been with her almost as long as Ser Jorah.

"Queen Daenerys, I would like to introduce to you Malcolm Branfield. Asher's uncle on his mother's side, who is married to Lord Forrester of House Forrester." Lyanna told her as Malcolm bowed to Daenerys. She greeted him kindly, even now the softer Daenerys that Lyanna fell in love with still shined out brightly. Looking at her now, Lyanna was positive that her father would enjoy her company.

"I understand that you wish to purchase some of the Second Sons for yourself?" Daenerys asked. "I'm not sure how much help I'm going to be able to offer considering that I haven't been able take Meereen yet. Although if we were to take Meereen then we could probably spare some troops to help a man who has protected and traveled with me since Qarth." Lyanna thought for a second, while it wouldn't help them now, one little job and help probably would be made available.

Malcolm looked at Asher who nodded before he looked up directly to Lyanna, which surprised her but she nodded all the same. Daenerys smiled as this way everyone would be able to part amicably. While Asher talked with Daenerys about what they would need to do, Malcolm came up to Lyanna and softly asked her if there was a place that they could speak privately. Nodding, Lyanna went over and told Daenerys that she would be back later. Smiling at her, Lyanna leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

Walking into the tent that had been set up right next to Daenerys', Malcolm walked behind her accepting a glass of wine. Motioning for his to sit down, she took a sip from her own glass while she waited for him to start.

"My Lady, it pains me to say this, but many tragedies have happened since you have been gone." Malcolm told her. Lyanna only looked confused as he started.

"Well My Lady, it started with your father..."


"I can only offer you my sincerest apologies Lady Stark." Malcolm said as he left the tent, Lyanna had not said much during his story as he told her everything that had happened. Her father, murdered by Joffery, Sansa kidnapped by Joffery and now married to someone, Bran and Rickon murdered by Theon Grayjoy and the Ironborn. Arya was a ghost that nobody had seen since her father was murdered, most likely dead. And now Walder Frey murdered her mother and her brother, her twin and his pregnant wife.

Getting up and walking around the desk that was in the tent, Lyanna set her drink down. My entire family, dead or missing or captive. Before she knew it, tears had begun to fall.

A few tents down, Daenerys was having a funny conversation with Asher and Beskha about how they had introduced Malcolm to Croft before coming to meet with her. She laughed at the audacity of the two when the most heartbreaking scream arose not far from them. It lasted for what felt like an eternity to Daenerys and everyone quickly raced towards the sound, afraid that someone had gotten inside the camp to hurt Daenerys. Reaching the tent, Asher pulled Daenerys back just in time to miss a chair that had been thrown from inside.

The screaming had changed to one of anger, Daenerys thought it sounded like all the anger from humanity came from this one voice. Realizing who's tent this was, Daenerys' eyes grew wide with concern. A larger crash from inside sounded like the desk had fallen, or perhaps been knocked over. Oh Lyanna, what has happened to you? Gasps of air could be heard from inside before something hit the ground. Asher and Beskha were the first two inside the tent, Daenerys had made to go before Ser Jorah pulled her back and explained it might not be safe. They waited until Asher called out for Daenerys to come inside.

Walking inside the tent, Daenerys could see that not a single thing had been spared Lyanna's wrath. Moving over to the two, she found them kneeling over Lyanna who didn't appear to be moving. Outside, one of the direwolves began to howl angrily, the other two joined in soon after, until curses could be heard. Daenerys looked up when Ser Barristan stuck his head in.

"My Queen, all 3 of the direwolves have just taken off into the countryside." He said. She nodded and looked back at Lyanna. Daenerys could see tears still falling from her eyes. But she gasped when she saw Lyanna's eyes. Lyanna was staring straight up and her eyes were whiter than snow.


Okay, again I am sorry about the delay. Luckily it wasn't 3 weeks this time right?...Right? Now, I would explain how Lyanna became a warg, but...I'm not going to(I probably will anyway) unless you guys review. Come on, I need the review fix man/ladies. Can't wait to hear from ya :P