Hello, this is my first story EVER, so please don't judge me too much if the story or the writing sucks. Feedback is always welcome and I wouldn't mind some other ideas. I hope you enjoy. I own nothing, all rights go to George R. R. Martin.

High Valyrian will be italicized

Dothraki will be bolded

Inner Thoughts will be in between apostrophes ''

Prologue

Slnng, Slnng, the sound of whetstone across steel rings out through the area. Ser Arthur Dayne, Knight of House Dayne of Starfall, the Sword of the Morning and Sworn brother of the Kingsguard, stands guard at the Tower of Joy based in the Red Mountains of Dorne. Standing guard with him are Ser Oswell Whent, a fellow Kingsguard, and the Lord Commander Ser Gerrold Hightower. "Do you see anything Ser Arthur?" Ser Oswell yells out. "Not as of yet" Ser Arthur yells back. "I do not like this. We should be at the Trident right now, killing the Usurper." Ser Oswell said. "Must I remind you again Ser Oswell, the Prince specifically ordered us to guard this tower while he and the rest of the Kingsguard deal with the Usurper at the Trident." Replied Ser Gerrold, becoming increasingly annoyed at Ser Oswell's whinging. "Then where's Ser Jaime? I didn't see him go with Prince Rhaegar." "You mean the Lannister lad? He stayed behind at King's Landing to defend His Grace." Ser Arthur answered. Personally, Ser Arthur thinks that while the boy is a skilled fighter and has the potential to be great, he was raised to be far too arrogant; and that arrogance would one day get him killed.

"Shh, do you hear that?" Ser Gerrold asked "Horses approaching. Prepare yourselves" Ser Oswell stood up and drew his sword as did Ser Gerrold. As they walked forward together, they saw six men on horses riding towards them. At the head of this group was a young, long face man with brown hair that reached his neck and dark grey eyes the color of stone. Ser Arthur recognized the man as Eddard Stark, the second son of the late Lord Rickon Stark and the new Lord of Winterfell. He was accompanied by four Northern soldiers and a short blonde man with green eyes that Ser Arthur believed to be Howland Reed. The group dismounted and walked up in front of the Kingsguard. Ser Arthur stuck his family's sword, Dawn into the ground and after a minute of silence he said "Lord Stark" "I looked for at the Trident" said Ned Stark "But we weren't there" "Woe for the Usurper if we had been" Ser Oswell said with an edge to his voice. "The Mad King is dead. Rhaegar lies beneath the ground. Why weren't you there to protect your prince?" Ned Stark said while thumbing his sword. "Our Prince wanted us here." Ser Arthur says. Ned Stark looks up at the tower, looks back at Ser Arthur Dayne and says "where's my sister?" "I wish you luck in the wars to come" Ser Arthur Dayne says while putting on his helmet. Ser Gerrold and Ser Oswell do the same. "And now it begins" The Kingsguard draw their swords. " No. Now it ends" Ned Stark and his men draw their swords and the battle ensues.

Howland Reed attacks Ser Arthur, who slices his chest and nocks him to the ground. Ned Stark and three of his guards attack Ser Arthur, who starts spinning his swords around him, while the other two fight Sers Gerrold and Oswell. Ser Gerrold drives his sword through one of the guards, helps Ser Oswell with his and then attacks Ned Stark, who puts his sword through Ser Oswell's throat. Ser Gerrold is knocked to the ground and as he gets up, he sees Ser Arthur single-handedly defending himself from the four men that have surrounded him. Ser Arthur kicks one of the guards down, turns to defend himself, then immediately turns again to cut the guard's throat. 'Seven hells, the man's a beast' thinks Ned Stark as he attempts to defend himself. Ser Arthur pushes one of the guards into Ned, puts both of his swords against his neck in an X then cuts his throat completely. He blocks both two attacks from Ned and his guard then drives one of his swords through the guards heart. Ser Arthur retreats to the tower to check on his charge. Ned Stark tries to follow but is attacked by Ser Gerrold. Ned is disarmed and about to be killed when Howland Reed gets up from nowhere and jams his knife through the back of Ser Gerrold's neck. Ned picks up his sword and brings it down on Ser Gerrold's neck.

Ned Stark runs to the top of the tower as fast as he can, burst through the door and sees his younger sister, Lyanna Stark lying in a blood soaked bed. "Ned?" Lyanna whispers "Lyanna" Ned says with a voice filled with worry. "Is that you? It that really you?" Ned gently takes her hand. "You're not a dream?" She asks. "No, I'm not a dream" he answers softly "I'm here. Right here" "I've missed you big brother" she barely says "I've missed you too" Ned answers, choking up. "I want to be brave" Lyanna says tearfully "Why?" Ned asks confused " I'm not..." she lifts up her hand, showing it covered with blood. "I don't want to die" she says, tears coming down her cheek. " You're not going to die" Ned answers, he turns to the nurses in the room and tells them to get some water "is there a maester?" He asks "no water, listen to me Ned" she pulls him close and whispers something in his ear. "If Robert finds out, he'll kill him. You know he will." Lyanna says with tears "you have to protect him. Promise me Ned." One of the nurses hands him a bundle of cloth. " Promise me Ned. Promise me" He looks in the bundle and sees a little baby boy with black hair and grey eyes so dark they appeared black. "Promise me Ned. Promise me" she says as she draws her final breath and the baby bawls.

Outside the tower stands Ser Arthur Dayne, saddled on his horse holding a bundle in his arms. Within the bundle is another baby boy with silver hair. The baby starts crying and Ser Arthur whispers to it "Shh, Shh, it's ok little prince. I will defend you and look after you. From this day, till the end of my days." The baby slowly calms down and looks at Ser Arthur. And when he opens his eyes, Ser Arthur sees them glow and gleam with a bright grey color. "Yes, that's right, calm down. For you are blood of the dragon and of Old Valyria. You are Zacrys Targaryen. And the Iron Throne... shall be yours".

Well, that's it for the prologue. I apologize if it's a little long and/or short, I tried to write as much as I can without seeming like I'm droning on. Fair warning, further chapters might be even longer. So, yeah. Until then

Valar Morghulis