I looked around rapidly trying to find out where I am as fires burned and people ran around screaming. How did I get here? Where is here?

"Rooraaah!" A loud voice shouted from behind me.

I whirled around seeing a man amongst the chaos. He had shortly cut sandy colored hair. He was a muscular man who had to be over six foot tall. He was shirtless with his tanned, toned torso covered in blood and grime. He held a sword in one hand, and was slashing through many foes who came after him. He fought against them hard with none of them standing a chance once they met his blade. It was almost as if I was looking at Lord Ares in the flesh. After cutting down another foe the man let out another shout as he banged his fist on his chest.

"Can no one challenge me?!" He shouted at the men around him who seemed too wary to close in. "I am Norah the Great Bear! Who will step forward to fight me?!"

This man…no if I look more closely he can only be a few years older than me if not my age. It was just his large size that made him seem older. This boy's strength and power was amazing. There was no way he was simply human. But he couldn't be some half-blood, or I would have heard of him. Unless he is a half-blood of this world. Hades did mention there were a few in this world, but that they didn't flaunt their gifts or strength. This Norah seemed to be an exception. As I continued to watch him, his eyes suddenly snapped over to meet mine with the flames created by battle standing between us.

For a moment we just stared at each other until Norah started moving forward. The men around him parted immediately too afraid to stop him. Norah kept walking towards me even when the flames got dangerously close to his body. He stopped as close as he could in front of me while staring down into my eyes. I stared back at him feeling a sense of comradery between us as if we were meant to meet. I subconsciously reached forward ignoring the burning sensation caused by the heat of the flames. He reached forward as well with our hands connecting palm to palm with his own hand dwarfing my own.

"You are real." He finally spoke as he enclosed his large hand over mine. "I thought for so long you merely a dream."

I blinked wondering what he meant by that. Has he dreamed of me before? Why? What is our connection exactly?

Suddenly I was snapped out of whatever I was experience as my eyes opened to reveal I was in my room in Winterfell. Had that really just been a dream? But it felt so real. I sat up while looking at the hand I had connected to Norah's hand. I had felt the roughness of his hand that was obviously caused by many years of wielding a sword. I had felt the heat of those flames. And that connection…I know it was there as well. It was a connection that felt familiar like the one I felt with my fellow half-bloods from Camp Half-Blood. That pull that told me I was amongst a friend.

That was the most vivid dream I've ever had. It felt as if it really happened. Or that I was really there. Wherever there was anyway. I let out a breath wondering what just happened. I shook my head knowing I wouldn't be sleeping after that. I pushed the furs off of me then climbed out of my bed. I slightly flinched when my bare feet touched the cold stone of the floor. A nice early morning walk would probably due me some good. At least, I assumed it was early because I had this feeling the wretched sun was just rising. Seriously the night was so much better than the day.

I went to wash up quickly since I didn't feel like fully bathing just yet. I dropped my night clothes, which was just one of Jon's old shirts. I couldn't standing wearing any more than that to bed. After washing up some, I put on more of Jon's old clothes since I didn't want to put on one of those dresses just to take walk around Winterfell. I left my room while noticing how quiet it was. Many were probably still asleep. I went as silently as possible down the corridor since I didn't want to wake anyone.

I made it outside to see a few other early risers were getting things started for the day. I saw the smithy was warming the fire in his workspace, and I paused to watch him a moment as he prepared for a day of forging. It makes me think of those times I watched Charles Beckendorf forge a new spear or sword. I smiled slightly because I remember I always loved watching him work since he obviously enjoyed his work and took pride in whatever he made. I kept on walking as I took in a death breath letting the cool air enter my lungs.

As I was walking, I noticed movement from above, which had me looking up. My eyes slightly widened when seeing Bran was climbing up the side of the wall to crawl over on top the wall. What was he doing? I continued to watch him from where I was to see how certain he moved on top of the wall while going farther up. It was as if he's done this often. I then grinned thinking I wanted to check up the top of the wall. I bet it had one Hades of a view up there, and it's been a while since I've climbed anything. The last thing being one of the large oak trees in camp. I had climbed up there to watch the sunset. It had been beautiful. One of the few times I enjoyed the sun coming out. It'd be nice to be that high up again.

NO POV:

Bran smiled as he looked out at the landscape beyond Winterfell. He loved coming up here to enjoy the view, and feel the breeze brush his hair. He could stay up here all day. However, he knew it wouldn't please his mother.

"Psst."

Bran blinked at the shushed voice before turning his head. He saw Celena pulling herself on top of the wall, and once she was over, she waved at Bran with a smile. Bran's eyes widened since he hadn't expected anyone to follow him up here. Let alone a girl.

"Lena." Bran said.

"Hey, Bran." Celena said smiling as she moved closer. "What are you doing up so early?"

She sat down beside him while bringing her knees to her chest with her arms wrapped around her legs. She didn't look bothered by the height like most people probably would have been. In fact, she seemed at ease. Bran just stared at her for a moment before looking out at the landscape again.

"I always climb early in the morning before my mother wakes up." Bran said. "She doesn't like it when I climb."

Though Bran really climbs during any time of the day since he loves it so much. Celena suddenly let out a chuckle, which had Bran looking back at her curiously as her smile grew.

"You Starks seem to like doing things you shouldn't." Celena said as she looked down at Bran. "Of course, I am the same way. I always did things my sister Bianca told me not to. I always used to worry her when I went off to do something she said was too dangerous. I just couldn't help myself."

Celena's smile turned into a mischievous grin as she said this, and Bran grinned as well.

"Did you used to get in a lot of trouble?" Bran asked.

"Yes, all the time." Celena said. "My mother and sister both tried to make sure I didn't get into too much trouble. Though my mother said I was too much like my father not to cause trouble."

Hades and his brothers always caused trouble especially when all together. World War II being a prime example. Though now Celena's dad just sits on his throne in the Underworld doing nothing except make her life miserable. Celena frowned thinking of that last conversation she had with her father. She was sure any good feelings that had once upon a time were gone. At least that's how she felt about it. Then thinking of her dad made her think of how he said there were mortal children of the gods here. Norah…she wanted to meet him.

"Lena, Lena, are you alright?" Bran asked snapping Celena out of her thoughts.

Celena, who had been just staring out of the landscape, blinked as she looked back to Bran.

"Huh?" She muttered then realized what he asked. "Oh, yes, I'm fine. I was just thinking. I suppose I got lose in my thoughts."

Bran nodded his head though he could seem Celena was bothered by something.

"Why are you up so early?" Bran asked. "Could you not sleep?"

When Celena let out a sigh, Bran supposed that that answered that. She actually did seem a bit tired. There were slight dark circles under her eyes as if something disturbed her sleep.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Bran asked. "I've had those before."

Whenever he had nightmares he always went to his parents, and Catelyn made him feel safe.

"It wasn't exactly a nightmare." Celena said. "Just an odd dream that I didn't understand."

She was certain there was more to it than just a dream. Half-bloods are known for having dreams of significance. This dream would lead to something.

"Does it scare you?" Bran asked.

Celena thought about it for a second as she went back to looking out at the landscape in front of them.

"I suppose a part of it does." Celena said honestly. "It leaves this feeling of uncertainty of what's to come. However, I do know it could tie into something dangerous."

It was silent for a moment before Bran moved closer to Celena. He leaned against her while hugging on of her arms.

"You don't have worry." Bran said. "You're safe here. We all will keep you safe."

By we, he meant himself and his family. He liked Celena and he knew the rest of his family did too, and he knew they'd fight for her just as much as they would for their own family. Celena blinked before a smile pulled across her face. She shifted so she had her arm around Bran to pull him closer. She rested her head on top of his while thinking of all those moments she and Nico would comfort each other like this.

"And I shall always keep you safe as well." She vowed.

She and Bran remained on the roof a little longer as the rest of Winterfell started to wake. While Celena did feel a bit better after her dream, she still couldn't forget about Norah or how she felt as if he was family. She wanted to find him. Some way or another. First she needed to understand this world's gods more.

CELENA'S POV:

"You want to understand more about the religions of this world?" Luwin asked.

I nodded my head as I sat with the Maester after my lessons about Westeros. We had gone over the territories again and the different houses that led them like the House of Lannister, House of Tyrell, etc.

"Do you plan to convert your religion?" Luwin asked. "To the Old Gods? Or to the New Olds?"

I scrunched up my nose as I shook my head. Even if I wasn't pleased most of the time with my gods, I wasn't about to change religion. It wasn't as if it'd get me away from the Olympians anyway. Luwin chuckled at my actions as he rolled up the map he had rolled out for the lesson.

"I'm just curious." I said. "I want to understand all I can about this world. It is my home now."

Even if a part of me was still set on finding some way back to my siblings and friends in my world.

"I see." Luwin said. "Which gods do you wish to learn of first? The New? The Old?"

I tilted my head still not understanding the new and old gods. How could gods be new? And by old did they mean gods who were around longer? Or are they older by age? And like the new gods are like the children of the "old gods"? Then are they the only gods? Were there other religions?

"Uh…the New?" I decided guessing it's probably just best to get started.

"Very well." Luwin said nodding. "The New Gods are always referred to as the Seven, which is why those who follow this religion sometimes refer to it as the Faith of the Seven."

I nodded along thinking that sounded simple enough. So there were only seven gods in this religion. I wonder if they're like the Olympians in Greek lore.

"However, in the religion there is only one god with seven aspects." Luwin continued. "Which is why the god is sometimes referred to as the Seven-Faced God or Seven-in-One God."

My brow quirked thinking that sounded kind of weird, but I didn't say so allowed. I didn't want to offend someone. Though most the time I don't care if I do.

"These aspects are the Father," Luwin began. "Then the Mother, the Maiden, the Crone, the Warrior, the Smith, and the Stranger."

I sat up a little straighter when Luwin said "the Warrior" because it made me think of Norah and Lord Ares.

"The Warrior?" I asked.

Luwin looked at me when I spoke up, and I wondered what he was thinking as he looked at me. He was silent for a moment before letting out a slight hum.

"Yes, the Warrior represent strength and courage in war." Luwin said.

"So in a sense…he represents war." I said.

"I suppose you could argue that." Luwin said. "Why such interest in the Warrior? I thought you would be more curious about the Stranger."

I blinked wondering why he said that. Was the Stranger supposed to mean something to me?

"The Stranger death and the unknown." Luwin said. "Similar to your father, yes?"

I frowned lightly when my father was brought up. I'm going to be holding a grudge against him for a while. Probably for the rest of my natural life. Seem like a long time? Well, we children of Hades are known for holding grudges. It's one of our fatal flaws since we'd rather hold our grudges even when in a life and death where the person we're mad at could save us. Yeah, we'd rather choose to die than except their help. I try not to hold grudges, but it's not an easy habit to break.

"Yes." I said as I continued frowning.

"Still upset with your father, are you?" Luwin asked casually.

I looked at him with wide eyes wondering how he could have guessed that. I never even mentioned being mad at Hades to anyone. Luwin let out a chuckle.

"The moment you told Lord Stark, Rodrik, and I of your dream, it was clear on your face that you were angry with your father." Luwin said. "I can also take a guess at why you are upset with him."

I sighed while knowing his guess would most definitely be right. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out why I'm mad at Hades.

"He shouldn't have just sent me away without telling me something beforehand." I said as I glared down at the table as my hands clenched into fists. "He and the rest of the gods just do as they please with us. They don't care if it hurts us, or if it upsets us. They treat us more like their soldiers and slaves than their children most of the time."

Though were those rare moments where they acted like true parents who seemed to love us. Even Hades showed Nico and me affection in his own way, and he isn't even the affectionate type. But then there are times like this that make me wonder if those tender moments were just lies to placate us into being more compliant with their wishes.

"I am sure your father loves you." Luwin said as he looked at me softly.

"I do not wish to seem rude, Maester Luwin, but you don't even know him." I said shaking my head. "For a long time I didn't either. He left my siblings and me with our mother. She was killed because of who we are. We still didn't know that. We lived so many years locked away where time did not move as the rest of the world moved on from a war we hadn't known ended until 70 years later when we were exposed to a different world. He still didn't show himself…even when Bianca died. At the time I thought I didn't even have a father because he had our memories erased. For our safety he said…all he did up until we were free from the Lotus Eaters was supposed to be us being kept safe."

I felt robbed instead of kept safe. Robbed of a life I could have had seven years ago with my mother and siblings. Zeus took our mother. Hades took our memories. We didn't know what kind of world we had gotten ourselves into until we met Percy and Thalia…and Grover.

"I was frightened…I didn't know what to do once Bianca was dead." I said. "I felt as if it was just Nico and I against the world. I wanted to keep him safe and protect him. However, on the inside I was so scared. I could have used my father then, but he didn't even speak to us until much later on. For the longest time, I hated him. I hated him and all the gods, but after a while…my father told me he cared for Nico and I. That he had wished things were different for us. It was just those few words that had me forgive him. I saw him as my father, and I wanted him to be proud of me."

I didn't know why I was confessing all of this. He just said he could tell I was angry with Hades now I'm explaining my past and how my father's and my relationship has been.

"I thought perhaps he really was just looking out for us. That he cared about us." I said. "Then he rips me away from my brother to send me here to fight in a war I have no real part of. I am angry at him for that. So angry. How could I believe he loves me as his daughter when he sends me off as a soldier?"

It's as if he doesn't care if I die in this war away from my brother and my cousins. It's as if he doesn't care if I die on the battlefield alone, which I most likely will. I will fight though because it's all I know how to do, and I have grown attached to the people of Winterfell. I want to make sure at least half of them survive. I'm not optimist enough to think all of them will live.

"Of course, all I know how to be is a soldier." I said with an unamused chuckle. "I can never be anything else."

I went completely silent after that with Luwin looking at me for a long moment with an unreadable expression. I then let out a sigh as I stood. I couldn't speak on the matter anymore.

"Excuse me, Maester Luwin." I said while leaving his presence.

I headed off towards where the training area was needing to blow off some steam. I know I had told Jon to watch his sword strokes even when he is angry, but I am sure I won't have good form either once I start hacking away at the dummy to get rid of my anger.

I let out a breath as I walked towards my room after completely destroying the practice dummy with my sword. I felt a bit better, but a part of me was still upset. I don't think I'd even go to supper tonight. I'd probably just lay down and sleep. I opened the door to my room while blinking when I saw Sansa was in my room. She jumped slightly when seeing me.

"I'm sorry." She said looking nervous. "I was only leaving you a new dress."

She gestured to the one on the bed that I hadn't noticed when I walked in. This had to be the fourth one she's made me.

"Thank-you, Sansa." I said smiling kindly. "You're too kind making all these beautiful dresses for me."

Sansa smiled seeming pleased that I think her work is beautiful, and it is. Though it'd be nice if I could walk in them easier.

"It's nothing." Sansa said. "I enjoy making new dresses."

I nodded my head while telling she truly did. I myself was never good at sewing. I always pricked my fingers whenever my mother or Bianca tried to teach me, so I gave up the hobby. I then tilted my head getting an idea.

"Sansa, if I may," I began stepping up to her. "I would like if you could make me a special dress. I would greatly appreciate it."

Sansa seemed intrigued by my words with her lips turning up into a small smile.

"A special dress?" Sansa asked.

"Yes," I said nodding. "One I can move in easier. As I'm sure you've noticed, I am still rather terrible in walking in dresses."

I knew I couldn't always wear pants. Especially when any lords or ladies came around, but if something ever happened where I needed to fight, those dresses she's already made me would only slow me down. Maybe even slow me down enough to get me killed. If I was stuck facing this war, I needed clothes I could fight in yet still fit into the culture here.

"I can try to make something." Sansa said. "Do you have something specific in mind?"

"I have a few ideas if you're willing to listen." I said nodding.

Sansa nodded in return while moving to sit down on my bed as I motioned for her to have a seat. I started telling her my ideas of dresses that were easier to fight in, so lighter material even if it meant not meant for winter. I even explained maybe shorter skirts, or detachable skirts that could be removed easily if needed. She seemed surprised by many of the ideas, but she also seemed intrigued by some of the things I suggested.

"If you remove your skirt, what will be under it?" Sansa questioned.

"Trousers." I suggested. "Or thick tights. Whatever is easier to move in."

"But why would you want dresses like that?" Sansa asked.

I was quite for a moment as I wondered how to explain to her exactly why I needed such dresses. I knew she knew I was raised more like a warrior than a lady, but she still seemed confused by such things.

"I need to be able to fight at a moment's notice." I said finally. "And while your dresses are beautiful, I could never fight in them if needed or conceal a weapon properly."

I hope that explained things, but based on her expression, I'd say I didn't do well in explaining.

"But why must you fight?" Sansa insisted.

I sighed because that was a harder one to explain, and I didn't want to explain to a sheltered twelve-year-old how the world is dangerous and full of untrustworthy scum. I'd rather she remain ignorant of such things for a while longer unlike how I was aware when I was younger than her. I let out another sigh.

"Fighting is all I really know how to do." I said. "Protecting too I suppose you could say. And I want to protect you and your family, Sansa, because you all have become important to me."

Sansa was silent for a moment as she looked at me. I was still worried she didn't understand. Sansa was the one Stark I had trouble connecting too since she and I were so different.

"I will try to make these dresses for you." Sansa said. "…as long as you help me because I am not sure what exactly how to style it as you want."

She said this last part almost shyly as if she was certain I would reject spending time with her. I smiled while reaching out to squeeze her hand.

"I'll help in any way I can." I said. "…Though don't ask me to sew. I'll only turn the fabric red."

Sansa seemed confused at first, so I held up my other hand while wiggling my fingers.

"I tend to prick my fingers…a lot." I confessed.

Sansa was silent for a moment before a giggle left her lips as her lips turned up into a smile. She was soon laughing behind her hand, and I soon found myself laughing as well. The problems on my mind earlier were pushed away as I continued speaking and giggling with Sansa. I never thought her and I could get along so well, but I'm glad I decided to sit down at talk to her. Now I had less worries on my mind.