The North

Bran Stark

It was the night terrors of Lysara that stirred Bran from his restless sleep, one moment he dreamt of becoming a direwolf and the next he dreamt of Lysara setting the Wall on fire. He opened his eyes to find himself laid gently at the bottom of a tree, his head propped up by various cloaks and furs. The smell of a fire let him know that his sister was nearby and it brought him comfort in a way. The fire was her scent. He could always smell the hint of burning wood and essences that linger on her skin, hair and clothing. The growling of Summer grew louder causing him to struggle up with his elbows and he looked to both Osha and Summer. Summer's growls were low and harsh, his ears flattened and his eyes widened at Osha, who held her spear out looking at the ominous fog that had developed late last night.

"Where's Lysara, Rickon and Hodor?" Bran asked panicked, his heart racing as a sweat formed on his forehead.

"They're looking for food," Osha said in a hushed voice which caused him to quieten.

"What do you see?" Bran questioned, his voice lower than before.

Bran did not feel safe, it did not help the fact that Osha herself did not know and had taken it upon herself to investigate, disappearing into the thick and eerie fog causing him to shudder. He wished for his older sister at this moment, hoping she would return at that very moment. He did not like being left alone even with his direwolf. His heart raced, hammering against his chest as he looked around with a panic stricken face. His eyes widened when he turned his head and saw a lithe figure emerging from the cold fog. Summer's growls grew more vicious and feral with each step the figure took.

"L-Lysara..." Bran began, calling out for his sister. His eyes trained on the figure. "Lysara!"

The figure now stood in front of him, looking down at him with a shadow of a smile but Summer blocked his path. The boy was about ages with his elder sister, perhaps a year or two younger but they both looked to be the same age nonetheless. His sister always looked older than she was, despite being ten and six years of age, her troubles with sleep had aged her. It darkened her eyes like it has done this boy. The boy's head was cocked to the side, his blond hair unruly and tangled as if he had not tended to it for a while. A dark green cloak adorned his body and hung from the back of his shoulders and was draped around him, covering most of his clothing.

The boy took another step forward but as he was about to, Bran's eyes widened significantly when he saw Osha creep up behind the boy and pressed her spear to the back of his neck as Summer snarled. His snarls echoing hauntingly throughout the woods. Bran hoped that Lysara had finished tending to Rickon's...wound and that she and Hodor would hear them and hurry back. Osha growled at him, pressing her spear further into his neck, not enough to draw any blood but it seemed it was enough to make her threat clear for the boy.

"If you take another step...you will choke on your own blood, boy," Osha said, her voice dark and threatening.

"I am unarmed," The boy spoke simply with a mere shrug of his shoulders.

"That was poor planning then," Osha responded as a smirk made its way onto her face. "You should have a weapon on you. You never know who might be lurkin' around these parts."

The boy dressed in dark and mud green clothing stilled, he seemed to be contemplating before telling them, "It is my sister who carries the weapons."

Bran's eyes widened further when a pale skinned girl with brown, short and curly hair that resembled his own and with deep, round eyes emerged from the fog and drew a large dagger to Osha and held it against her neck. He looked on in silence, his breath quickening when he took in her attire and noticed that she was dressed similarly to the boy. Bran eyed the boy, his brows furrowing at the familiarity of the boy. He looked familiar to him but he could not figure why he did.

"Drop the spear," The girl ordered fiercely but Osha refused, merely scoffing and pressed the spear to his neck harder. "Drop it."

"If you kill me-" Osha began, her breath ragged. "I will be brought back. I've seen it. The woman we're with, she will come back and she will burn you alive. You'll die screaming. Do you fancy that sort of death, girl?"

The young girl dressed in green looked over to his growling direwolf warily before looking to the boy near him. Bran looked on with apprehension as the boy stuck out his hand and made his way slowly over to Summer, despite his flattened ears, bared teeth and growling. His heart didn't slow as he looked on with wide eyes as the boy murmured incoherently to his wolf.

"You must be Summer," The boy said while he extended his fisted hand out to the wolf.

As the boy stared intently into the yellow eyes of Summer, the growls and snarls slowly died down as he trotted over and inhaled the boy's scent deeply. Why would he react like this? Bran thought as Summer lightly pressed his wet nose against the boy's hand before stalking off. His heart leapt into his throat as he looked from the stranger to his wolf, who disappeared into the mist. The boy's eyes were solely fixated on him.

"I am Jojen, Jojen Reed and this-" The boy informs him and steps to the side to reveal his companion. "This is my sister Meera, Meera Reed."

"Lysa-" Bran began to call but before he could a vicious snarl echoed in the woods and Shaggydog came bounding towards Meera and Osha, circling them and snapping his jaws as he snarled. The direwolf's bright green eyes were trained on Meera, never leaving her as he poised to attack. His eyes darted to Rickon who ran for his side and then to his sister, who emerged from the mist like a fire and before he knew it, 'Jojen' had a knife at his throat. His sister towards over the boy like a giant. He looks familiar...but why? Bran asks himself.

"I was wondering when you would arrive," Jojen informed them with a small, slanted smile.

It seemed he was not surprised at all but neither was his sister, who had her eyes narrowed and she pressed the knife further into his throat when he took a step forward. Bran noticed red trickle down the pale flesh of the boy and he knew then that if his sister pressed the knife in any further, the boy would have his throat slit causing him to swallow soundly. Lysara's grey and ferocious eyes landed on him, she seemed to be assessing if he was harmed but when he gave a light nod of his head, showing that he was alright, her eyes darted back to Meera.

"Let her go-" Lysara started coldly, looking to Meera who held a dagger to Osha's throat.

"Or what?" Meera asked.

"Or I will cut your brother's throat!" Lysara hissed, pressing her nose against Jojen's ear and breathed harshly.

Shaggydog growled, snapping and gnashing his teeth at Meera. In a way, it seemed his sister was becoming Shaggydog. His sister's eyes were blank and he knew then that this was the side of his sister he did not like, the side that was shown as of now, could kill without a thought. Bran was awake that night when she promised to burn the world for him and Rickon and after witnessing what her powers could fully do...she frightened him. He feared her rather than death. The screams of the burning men still echoing hauntingly and sickeningly in his mind. It often made him wonder, how far she would be willing to go to keep him and their brother safe. How many men and women, possibly children could die at her hand for the sake of their safety?

"Lysara," Bran called. "Please. Let him go. I trust them."

"You trust them?" Lysara scoffed lightly, looking on at him as if he was stupid causing his frown to deepen. "You do not know them, Brandon."

"We know him, Lysara," Bran informed her pleadingly causing her to slacken the knife slightly from Jojen's neck. "We saw him in our dreams...I swear."

Her cold eyes hardened further and she turned Jojen around to face her, her knife was still at his throat but it was looser than before. Bran looked on as she scrutinised him, her eyes no doubt staring into his very soul. Her eyes darted from Jojen to Meera and she looked on with an impassive look on her face when she saw that Meera still held Osha with a dagger to her throat. For a moment, Bran was certain she would kill him but she merely gripped his shoulder tighter, no doubt leaving bruises and nail marks.

"I care not for who he or she is," Lysara told him and Shaggydog seemed to snarl his approvals. They have a strange relationship, Bran thinks to himself on his sister and Rickon's direwolf. He did not know if the direwolf liked her because of her strong connection with their younger brother or the fact that the feral direwolf preferred the feral woman that helped birth him. "As long as Meera of House Reed has a dagger at Osha's throat she remains my enemy as does her brother if she does not release Osha."

"It is okay," Jojen assured Meera, looking across to her. "Let her go. No harm will come to me."

"I wouldn't be so certain," Osha sneered.

Meera rolled her eyes and scoffed but reluctantly looked on in defeat, releasing her dagger from Osha's throat and pushed her towards Lysara. Lysara, in turn, released the knife from Jojen's throat and grasped onto Osha, shoving Jojen harshly to Meera. Lysara whistled for Shaggydog and watched as he trotted towards her before sitting at her side. He had seen it, it was every now and then he saw the second side of his sister. The grey eyes of his sister held a child like innocence, thought it came and went as quickly as it entered her eyes but he had seen it and that second side of his sister made him hope.

"We are not your enemies, Lysara Stark," Jojen tells her.

"You will not have my brother, green seer," Lysara said, her voice cold as the Northern winds.

She sounds like father, Bran thinks to himself.

"It is not your brother we seek. Dreamer of fire, speaker of flames," Jojen responds, just as swift as his sister. Jojen's eyes land on him and their eyes lock, dark Reed green meeting Tully blue. "Meera and I have travelled a long way to find both you and your brothers. I am afraid winter is coming and the dead will come with it, we have come a long way to find you and now we have a long way to go. We must go-"

"North." Lysara interrupts. Her suspicious eyes remained on Jojen and Meera. "We seek North."

Griffin's Roost

Young Griff

Aegon placed his hand in the burning fire that was present in the cold hall and closed his eyes, letting the warmth tenderly lick his skin. It has been a week since they had attacked Griffin's Roost, conquered it and won. He could not be more pleased with the outcome. Aegon was one step closer; to vengeance, to his throne, to becoming King. To his she-wolf, that will be no doubt in Winterfell. He took in the hall with his dark purple eyes and took in the Targaryen banners that adorned the walls and all he felt was a new found victory.

Young Griff was prepared to take back Westeros, to reclaim the throne of iron that his grandfather once sat upon from a bastard boy King that let men fight his battles for him. Would they still fight for the boy knowing that he would not fight for them? Aegon asks himself with a raised eyebrow as he lets his eyes flutter close. He smirked at the thought of gutting the lion cub in front of his mother's very eyes. Princess Myrcella was currently residing in Dorne according to Lord Varys and Prince Tommen was merely a child, therefore he would leave them be.

The boy of ten and seven name days was not afraid of death, it was kill or be killed if he wanted to fight for and reclaim his birthright. Lord Varys has crafted him like a blacksmith would craft steel. The Spider has made him who he was. Aegon was taught politics before he could even speak never mind walk. And when he could walk, a wooden sword was thrust into his hand and he was taught to fight. Varys and Jon Connington raised him to be a ruler. My reign has just begun. His eyes reopened and he stared at the dancing flames with a deep thought, his dark brows furrowing from the conflict he felt.

Lysara Stark.

The name was like silk against his tongue. Her name sounded like a fine wine that he would happily get drunk upon. Aegon had dreamt of her late last night, it was a beautiful dream from his perspective, how she took this dream he did not know going by the expression on her face. They were locked in an embrace, watching the world burn around them and they remained unharmed as the world was set alight by dragon fire. Yet the dream always ended the same, some blue eyed boy had to ruin it for them. Young Griff cursed the damned boy.

"Enamoured, I see." The voice of Jon Connington mused, causing him to look up to the man with furrowed brows as the man stepped closer to him with a small smile on his face and Aegon noted that the smile aged him more, the man rarely smiled nowadays but when he did, it aged him several years. "You remind me of your father. He once held that same brooding expression on his face after he came across the she-wolf."

"My father-" Aegon swallowed, looking back to the flames. "Did he love her?"

"Yes. Your father held a fondness for your mother," Ser Jon tells him. "As she did him."

"No...I mean her," He spat. "The she-wolf, Lyanna Stark."

"...Bewitched, some might say. At first, he lusted for her. All the light faded from the cursed Harrenhal when Rhaegar rode past your mother and placed the laurel of blue roses upon Lady Lyanna's lap, gifting her the title the Queen of Love and Beauty...but she was, she was very beautiful." Jon sighed, looking on him with hesitance as he told the story, a story that was but was not familiar to him. All Aegon knew was how and why it ended. "The smiles that graced the faces of many...faded. The cheers had gone silent. No soul was heard at Harrenhal after that. Your mother, she took it in her stride. She rose to her feet, a smile graced on her face and cheered despite the slight against her. Though the next day...Rhaegar was gone...along with the Lady Lyanna..."

"Did he love her?" Aegon asked once more, a cooler edge in his tone.

"In the beginning, when he crowned her the Queen of Love and Beauty, I could not say if he did. I remember that day when he urged the horse passed your mother and placed the roses in Lady Lyanna's lap. I may have been sad for your mother but know this, I never once pitied her. Your mother was braver than any fool at Harrenhal," Ser Connington said as his voice grew grave and his eyes darkened. "In the end...after he had stolen her away...he must have loved her."

"For that...for that I hate him," Aegon said as tears rose in his eyes but he blinked them away and looked back up at Ser Jon. "I loathe him for what he did..."

"You must know this Aegon, you are alike your father in many ways. Your father was a good, honourable man. As are you," Ser Jon stated. "He and Lady Lyanna, what had happened between them was foolish and that foolishness cost the lives of thousands, millions even. Including, your mother and sister. The rebellion ended the Targaryen dynasty, a proud and ancient dynasty that had survived hundreds of years."

"What was Lyanna like?" Young Griff asked, cocking his head up towards Jon as he rose from his seat.

"Tempting. Wild. Young. Fierce. Forbidden..." His words haunted him, a coldness was hanging in the air and he wondered if the Northern air would feel like this, bitter against his skin. Jon looked at him pointedly, "Let us think upon the future, boy. I do not want to think about the past as that is where it should belong. Let us not talk about House Stark. I am warning you, Aegon...as both your mentor and...you have always been like a son to me...so I must say this...do not fall to the same temptation that your father once did. The song of ice when it met fire still haunts us to this day. I do not wish to see you fall after you have risen so far."

"I want our riders prepared," Aegon informed him while a small smirk makes its way onto his face as he turned sharply on his heel and began to walk out of the hall, his boots echoing against the stone floor.

"Why?" Jon demanded fiercely.

"We ride for Winterfell," Young Griff said as he bent down and plucked a blue rose from the ground, twirling it in his hand.

"No. We planned to take Storm's End, boy!" Jon thundered, storming after him. "We discussed this! We were taking Storm's End and then the North!"

"Today," Aegon answered coldly as he walked away.

"Foolish boy!"

Despite Jon Connington's protests, they all fell deaf to his ears as he stared at the blue rose in his hand and walked into the courtyard. Aegon took in the Targaryen banners that flew high and proud in the air above Griffin's Roost like they once did when his father still drew breath and soon enough, the Targaryen banners would fly over the entirety of Westeros once more. Like he has dreamt. Though, he wasn't a King as of yet. After all, what is a King without the strength of his Queen?

Author's Note: Hey, I hope you like Chapter Fifteen. I would like to thank all of you for reading this story, for following and for making this story one of your favourites. I would also like to especially thank everyone who has reviewed. If you have any questions about this chapter or any other chapter or on Lysara, feel free to ask!

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Guest D: Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked the part where she set the soldier on fire and resurrects Rickon, I liked writing that particular part. Hopefully I have shown slightly what Bran thinks about his sister but I haven't shown the full extent of it yet. I can't tell you about Young Griff just yet, as it will give some parts of the plot away but I will leave it up to interpretation until then. Some things will remain canon and some things won't be canon, I will follow the main plot of Game of Thrones but certain major things and plot lines will change. I have read the books and watched the show but I will add certain things from the book into this story such as Young Griff and Jon Connington along with the book appearances but I will mainly follow the show plot line though there will be a book plot line added in here and there, some might be noticeable others might not be. Hopefully I answered all your questions and if you have any more, it can be as many as you want feel free to ask!