Ron- II
A cool wave crashed over Rons sleeping face, startling him awake. He was lying on the shore, drenched from the sea.
"Bloody hell!" He screamed.
"Where the hell am I?" he looked around, and all he saw where people staring at him. He automatically went bright crimson because of pure embarrassment. He checked for his wand, but it was gone. He searched for a few minutes, but sadly had to admit it was lost, probably washed a way in the deep ocean. He stood up and began to walk off. He had no clue where he was. Some sort of shipyard he assumed, judging from the mass of huge boats. As it happened, one was just arriving, just a plain fishing boat. He began to walk up away from the shore, up towards what looked like a town. As he strolled up he saw an angry looking man, probably about the same age as Ron. As Ron turned to look at him, the man shouted to him.
"YOU THERE! GINGER! GET OVER HERE!" Ron looked around to check he was talking to him. He began to walk over, a little annoyed about the "ginger" comment, but he didn't want to cause a scene.
"What do you want?" Ron asked, with a little bit of attitude.
"Do you dare speak to me like that?"
"Oh and who are you then? The minister of magic?" Ron replied with a grin.
"I am Theon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron islands, and future King of The North. You, are a peasant, and you, will help me with my bags up to the castle before I unsheath my sword and cut of your tiny little manhood." Ron looked at him in awe. He knew not who he was, but he knew the castle might be his best place to get answers.
"O-Okay... My Lord" Ron stated, then picked up Theon's Bags.
"Go get those Donkeys, and that wench with them. I need a woman. If they question you, tell them who I am" Theon ordered, ushering Ron towards the wench. Ron walked over with the bags.
"Excuse me" He said to the woman
"Theon Greyjoy wants these donkey a-and you, to bring him to the castle." The woman grinned.
"It shall be done then" the woman said, still grinning. She began packing Theons bags onto the donkey, with Ron's help. Theon had wandered over by then.
"Are you a maiden?" Theon asked the woman, who nodded
"Good..." He said, grinning.
"Get on" the woman said to Ron, her smile had disappeared. Ron got on the donkey that had the baggage on, and Theon rode with the woman on the other. They rode off ahead of Ron, and Ron awkwardly followed. After hours of tiresome riding, He saw the peak of a castle pop up above the trees. As he got closer he saw flagpoles, and flags cascading from the castle walls, Black, with a golden kraken. After a while they arrived. Ron stared in awe at the castle. It was huge, Tall, not wide, he had only ever seen Hogwarts castle, which was much wider, but nowhere near as colossally tall. As soon as the got there, servants began to unpack the donkeys, and Ron dismounted. Ron then watched as Theon waltzed into the castle, without thanks to Ron. As soon as he left, The woman who had travelled with Theon walked over to ron and shook his hand, subtlety placing something in his hand.
"Thank you Ronald" she said smiling, then left. He checked the note in his hand.
"If you are asked...
Name: Balin Blacktyde, bastard son of Baelor Blacktyde.
Faith: The Drowned God
Age:18
Your father does not know you exist."
The letter was ended with "M.M"

"M.M"