Prologue

Disclaimer- Game of Thrones and Campione do not belong to me. I am just borrowing them. English is not my first or second language so please be gentle with me.

Notes at the end of the chapter.

"Normal Talk"

'Thoughts/internal monologue'

"Gods/Goddesses Talking"

"Shouting"

'Chant'

Enjoy

Near Great Wyk

Eddard Stark was cursing the Ironborns. But that was nothing new. Oh how he wanted to gather his children in his arms, spend days with his wife, watch his boys train in the yard. He missed the mundane everyday concerns that plagued him and the warm embrace of the lips of his wife.

He had left for war campaign just after the birth of his second girl child Arya. She was of the age where she may have said her first words, and here he was on the deck of a ship. This campaign could not end soon enough.

They were already delayed when Stannis' fleet was tied up due to pirates from stepstones. It seemed that the news of Rebellion bolstered their courage to attack the narrow seas. Then there was freak storm a sennight ago, despite the clear skies the sea began rolling. Fortunately they were off shore but the ships were damaged. It had taken some time to make them sea worthy again. Robert wanted to rush but one does not fight masters of seas with damaged ships.

He was forced out of his thoughts when he heard the shouts of land. They were in luck as they did not encounter any opposition in open seas. He looked through his far eye and spotted the land. Good, they were near Great Wyk. He also saw the garrison posted along the beaches ready for battle. He sighed as he had hoped the Ironborns would realise their folly and surrender peacefully. But Gods remained cruel. He ordered his men to be ready for battle and ordered rest of armada to do the same. He just hoped Robert would understand. This rebellion could not end soon enough.

Great Wyk

It had taken hours to subdue the beaches and now he was waiting for his King to reach the shores. His commanders wanted to pursue the ironborns but he ordered them to stand down and secure the town. He had already secured the position for the camp and asked his generals to secure the perimeter. Speaking of his friend, he saw Robert disembarking from the boat.

"Goddammit Ned! How could you do this to me!? I was hoping to pump my blood after a week of drinking but you could not help yourself, could you." Robert thundered towards his friend.

"Not my fault if you would rather be in bed with whores than preparing for battle. At least I have saved the castle for you."

"I am riding with you next time. You northerners don't waste time, unlike my advisors and that fat flower. My brother really took his sweet time to come. If I allow you I might not even see and battle. Now show me the camp."

Hours later lord paramounts of five kingdoms met in the largest tent to discuss strategy. Great Wyk was the largest Island of Iron Islands and housed five noble families.

Among them they realised that the house Goodbrother may give them the toughest fight. Unfortunately they could not decide who would get to fight the largest house. Every lord paramount present wanted the glory and spent hours arguing in place of discussing the strategy. Ideally they would have allowed one of them to subdue the whole island and let the others move on, only Great Wyk remained in the path to Pyke and Robert forbade him from running ahead. Ultimately Jon Arryn convinced Robert to allow Lannisters the honour and Ned could not be happier to have the things move along. Hopefully in a sennight or two it would all be over and he will be on his way to the North. He offered one last prayer to old gods before joining his generals.

Winterfell

It had been a sennight and half since the incident which had changed Jon's life. After assuring Robb and Sansa that he would be okay and just needed to get some sleep. They relented but insisted on sleeping in his chambers. It had been years since Robb slept with him and Sansa usually followed her older brothers. A good sleep helped him sort out his thoughts the next day. Although he wanted nothing more to test out his usurped prowess, he decided to pace himself and he would wait for his father's return before breaking the truth about his Targaryen mother to anyone. He also devoured every book on religion and Targaryen in the library. He also found out that the goddesses that he met were of Valyrian pantheon. He wondered if the Valyrians knew more about this Campione business. On the downside he was no closer to the identity of his mother. There were no records of any female Targaryens that matched the criteria or timeline of his birth. Maybe there was a secret Targaryen that nobody knew about, only his father may be able to answer that question. Meanwhile Maester Luwin continued to pester him to conjure his sword so that he could study it. So far nothing new was discovered aside from his initial observations.

The only fly in the ointment was that lady Catelyn had successfully avoided him since that day. Though her attitude towards him had mellowed, she was still not ready to spend any alone time with him. Where before she heaped work on him, now he was ignored. The anger which he had put giant's effort in suppressing was just beneath the surface. He decided to confront her in her chambers at night. He was broken out his thoughts when he felt movement and blocked the strike on his shins.

"Quit your daydreaming and focus on the exercise. I want you to be able to do these maneuvers in your sleep. Give me fifty more of the strikes." He sighed but complied with Ser Rodrik's order. No one had been able to defeat him in yard since that day and he became arrogant in his martial prowess. Rodrik forced him down from his high horses. He argued that right now Jon was nothing more than a savage swinging club around and if he was going to swing his newfound blade then he better do it with grace. He had forced him to use iron clubs, used for weight training, as practice blade to strengthen his arms. He instructed him to do exercise for different sword styles. The weight of the club was nothing to him and he was just going through motion.

Nearby Robb was resting after his own bit of exercise and looking at his brother enviously.

"You could at least pretend to feel tired."

"I just want to get it over with. Arya has been fussing lately and I promised Sansa to help her collect flowers." He answered and just to taunt him increased the speed of strikes. In response Robb threw handful of mud in his direction though with how tired he was Jon was not in danger of being hit.

Sansa insisted that Jon was a valiant knight who had the favor of two maidens. In her young mind that made the perfect sense.

"Sansa asked me too but I am afraid after this session I would be much help." Rodrik had increased his training after he observed the improvements in Jon. He reasoned that the difference between the brothers was already too big and he could not allow the heir to fall behind. At first Robb was happy but he soon came to regret it.

Jon just laughed at him and continued with his task. Robb grumbled at him and readied himself for next set of exercise.

It was night time and Catelyn has tucked her children in bed and was moving towards her chamber. She had Arya in her arms as she was fussing too much and she decided to let her sleep in her chambers.

She was facing inner turmoil. Her husband's bastard had returned safely. She did not know what to think about him anymore. Previously he was showing up her son but that looked minor compared to what he had been doing since he returned. He had shown skills that were not present before. No one had been able to disarm him in the yard and Rodrik had been forced to make him practice solo. The leap in his martial prowess was unnatural, that is not taking into the account of his blade. Moreover he had been searching the library for something, mostly Valyrian books but she could not understand what the bastard hoped to find there. She wished her husband was there because she was at her wits end. To avoid any incident she avoided him but for the reasons unknown, he was trying to confront her alone. She decided to wait till Ned was home before confronting him.

She opened the doors of her chamber and stopped in her tracks. Jon Snow was standing in her chambers.

"What are you doing here Snow?" She asked warily. She had not taken into the account that he will boldly infiltrate her chambers to confront her. Her hopes of avoiding him has been dashed. Meanwhile Arya began to wave her arms around while repeating 'on' trying to say his name.

Jon indicated to her as if asking permission to hold her. She gave a reluctant nod and handed Arya to him. He began rocking her while humming unknown tune. After some time her eyes began to close and he carefully placed her on the bed while Catelyn looked stone faced at him. After securing her so that she would not fall, he turned to face her.

"We need to talk lady Catelyn but you have been avoiding me."

"I don't know what you are talking about Snow. We will talk about this on the morn. It is improper for you to be in my chambers. Get out before I call the guards."

"I don't think so. You have answers that I am looking for. And for yours and your children's sake I had hoped to clear this matter between us alone." Jon's mention of her children made her pause. No matter how much she wanted to call the guards to throw him out, she decided to humor him.

"What do you want Snow?"

"Did you or did you not made a bargain for my death to your gods?" Catelyn was stunned after hearing the question. There was no way the bastard could have known. The only one present with her at that time was Mordane and she was sure that she had not talked to Snow ever. Snow could have heard from different source but that would mean more people knew about it.

"Who told you that!?"

"Answer my question and I promise answer yours."

Catelyn sighed and moved towards the bed. She sat on the foot and placed her hands in her lap. Slowly tears began forming and she cried. She was ashamed of her act done in a moment of weakness. But she could not take back her words only ask for forgiveness.

"I did." She said in a small voice.

"Why?" He was expecting this but it still felt like a punch in the gut. He suppressed his first response which was to lash out and punch something. Catelyn was silent for a moment and he feared that he would not be getting answer to that.

"Because you are the proof that my husband loved somebody else. That I was not enough to stop him from straying. You are the proof of my husband's infidelity. But I could have tolerated all of this. This is the unspoken truth of the lords. Almost all of them have bastards somewhere. I have accepted that.

"But then Ned decided to bring you home and let you grow with your trueborn siblings. It was another proof that he loved your mother more than his wife. You may not know this but I was first betrothed to your uncle Brandon but he charged into the Red Keep and got himself executed. My father forced Ned to marry me for his support in rebellion. I loved Brandon but your father and I were complete strangers. On our wedding night he promised me that he would respect me and will always be true to our vows but then he came back with you.

"Then you began to grow and flourish. You were better than his heir and I began to fear for my children. I may be the lady of Winterfell but there are still some who see me as an outsider. You looked more like a Stark than any of my own children. I feared that the people of north will not accept Robb when there is already one that is more accomplished. I feared you would become an usurper of your brother's power." Here Jon could not stopped his humourless laughter that bubbled in his throat. The irony was not lost to him. In fear of him being a usurper she played the major role to make him one. She shot him an affronted look but he raised his hands in surrender to placate her.

"I am laughing at my fate lady Catelyn. I just find it to be quite ironic. All I ever wanted was a mother's love. I am jealous of Robb, not because he is the heir but because he has something which I can never have, a mother. I love him and will sacrifice my life for him. But in your fear you bargained for my life while sacrificing hers." He pointed towards Arya.

"It not just that! Your father assured me that north will follow the trueborn heir and if not that then there is Bran as spare or Sansa or Arya. But I saw you playing with them and I feared losing them to you. Then Arya said your name and it became too much for me. I prayed for your death and suddenly you were gone for the day.

"There was a storm that night and you, a boy of eight were out in the cold. Arya kept repeating your and Robb tried to sneak out to look for you. He was caught just outside the gates of castle. He was so cold and you were out without any protection. He could not stop shivering and still insisted to go look for you. At that moment I realized what I had done. I condemned an innocent child to death. I prayed to gods that night. I prayed them to let you survive that night and I promised to give you a mother's love and I will ask your father to legitimise you. But I am weak woman. You came back hale and healthy but still I could not bear to look upon your face. The hate was too deep. I avoided you because I could not face you." She covered her face and began sobbing. Jon did not how to comfort her.

He was not prepared to face such situation. He awkwardly put a comforting hand on her shoulder to comfort her. To a boy of Jon's age who loved his brother, he could not see his mother cry. He wanted to lash out, to be angry but her confession had taken the wind out of his sails. Whatever action she had taken, was done out of love for her children.

"I cannot understand your fears because the thought of betraying Robb is foreign to me." Catelyn gave a tired sigh.

"You are young but when you grow you will have ambitions and I fear that one of those ambitions will be to rule." He was getting tired of this.

"I do not know if you will believe me but I will make a vow. I vow that as long as I am alive Robb will always have an ally in me. I will never take any action to harm him or any of my siblings. What you did was terrible, not because you asked for my death but because you were willing to sacrifice Arya and I could not forgive you for it. But I love my siblings and my siblings deserve their mother. For their sake I will keep the words of your bargain secret." Catelyn was surprised to hear the maturity in Jon's decision. It was said that bastards grow faster than their trueborn siblings but his words were beyond his age. There was however still an obstacle. If Robb or Ned learned about it then she was not sure if she could face their hatred. She needed to know who told him about her bargain.

"I will accept it. But you will have to tell me, who told you about my prayers?"

Jon became silent at that. He wanted to talk to his father first before revealing his title as a Godslayer. But he had already promised her answer. He was mentally exhausted and just wanted to go to his bed.

"Your prayers were heard lady Catelyn. What you had offered was too tempting for your gods to ignore. The Warrior himself came to kill me and succeeded." She gaped at him. The boy was talking nonsense.

"I know this is hard to believe but he told me the reason why he came. I defeated him with my dying breath and in doing so I usurped him." He then told her the full version of things that transpired. His fight with the Warrior, his last words, his meeting with the goddesses and his new status. Catelyn meanwhile was shaking her head.

"You are speaking blasphemy Snow. Fighting the gods, usurping them? These are the words of a mad man. Those women you met were not goddesses, someone must be trying to trick you. You do not fight gods, you worship them and pray to them."

"If someone were trying to trick me then how would you explain the sword or the fact that I have suddenly became unbeatable? I do not know how else anyone could explain this."

Catelyn shook her head but before she could refute him they heard shouting from outside the window and ringing of bell. They ran towards it and saw guards rushing towards the East gate. They were under attack and Jon felt anticipation and strength fill his body as if preparing him for something.

The gate of the chamber was thrown open and they turned to face the intruder. They had hoped that they would be guards to explain what was going on. Their hope was dashed when instead of guard they saw two people in light armor entering the chamber brandishing knife in their hand. Jon spied the guards stationed in front of the door lying in the pool of blood.

"Well, well, well, three for the price of one. It must be our lucky day."

"We just need da lady. What should we do about da runts?"

"Kill them." The one who seemed to be in charge ordered with a cruel smile.

"Hey, I heard that Stark's youngest kid is a lass. Maybe we can take her. She will grow up ta be a fine salt wife."

"Do what you are told ta do or you will beg for death for not following captain's orders."

"Fine, what a waste."

One of them moved towards Arya who had woken up in all the commotion and was wailing. Jon saw red when he heard them and moved towards her to intercept the attacker. Catelyn just saw Jon moving, hands stretched and sound of popping filled the chamber. The attacker who had moved towards the bed fell down on his knees, without his head. The only evidence of his missing head was the shower of blood on the walls near the doorway. Catelyn rushed towards her daughter and swooped her in her arms. The second attacker was still standing near the door with his mouth agape. Suddenly Jon was in front of him, pinning him hard on the door.

"Who are you?! Why are you attacking?!" but he did not respond and just slumped. Jon looked down on his hand and discovered that in his anger crushed he had crushed his chest.

There was an attack on the castle so why were the guards running towards the east gate. But he could not ponder for long because Robb, Sansa and Bran were still out there. If they attacked lady Catelyn's chamber then it was also possible that his siblings were in danger too. He asked her to barricade herself inside the chamber as he goes to rescue his siblings but she refused.

"My children are still out there! Let me come." He was reluctant but allowed her to follow him when she became hysterical. They ran towards nursery and were relieved to find two guards patrolling the corridor.

"My Lady it is not safe for you to be outside. Please return to your chamber." One of them said in an urgent tone.

"I was attacked in my chambers. The guards outside were dead. What is happening?" the guards looked at them in surprise. Then one of them ran away, maybe to call for help.

"We have been infiltrated. Someone burned the armory and our food storage and most of the guards are suffering from stomach sickness. We are also under siege so Ser Rodrik has posted the remaining guards on the walls." Their faces became grim after hearing that. It was a grave news. Winterfell was impossible to seige as the army besieging them would break before starving them. But the food storages were burnt so they might not withstand the siege. Depending on the situation, they might have to fight. But with the guards poisoned and their armory burnt their options were grim.

Just then the guard returned with six more of his companions. Catelyn wasted no time and ordered them to collect her children and move them to great hall. After that they were to round the servants in the great hall too and guard the doors. Someone had infiltrated the castle and it would be easier to guard if everyone were to stay in one place.

While she wanted nothing more to stay there with them but she had to act as the Lady of Winterfell. Fortunately her children were alright and were brought in the great hall. It seemed that she was the main target of their infiltration. As soon as everyone was gathered in the hall, she asked maids to take care of her children and instructed soldiers to guard all the entry points. After relaying the order she moved out to meet with Rodrik. Robb and Jon insisted that they too should come with her. She allowed Jon because, as much as it hurt to admit, was their best sword and having him in front will give them more time. And as much as she wanted for Robb to stay safe in Great hall, she knew she had to make him visible to the soldiers. The northerners follow strength and hiding him would prove detrimental if were to hide while his half-brother was out fighting.

They soon climbed the battlements to meet with Rodrik. He was waiting for them by the stairs. The look on his face answered any question about their situation. But she needed to know how much of it was salvageable.

"What happened?" she asked in an iron voice.

"We have been caught with our pants down my lady, pardon the language. Our food storages and armory are burnt. I have sent servants and guards to salvage anything that they could. Someone also poisoned the ale of Aly's bar. It is a regular place for our guards to spend their free time. Half of the garrison is sick and some may not even survive till the morning. Whatever guards we have left, I have directed them to man the battlements." The situation was really grim. They were between rock and a hard place and she had to make the decision.

"Who are they? What are their numbers? Have they made any demands?" Catelyn asked in quick succession. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest.

"It is difficult to see in the dark but I would wager around four to five hundred and better equipped than us and they have not yet made any demands. I think they are waiting for something."

"And how many of our soldiers are ready for battle?"

"No more than fifty if we arm the common folks my lady." Rodrik answered in a solemn tone. She rubbed her forehead as she realized the weight of situation. Robb and Jon were silent beside her but they also knew that the battle will not be their favor.

"What about North gate and Hunter's gate?" if the situation becomes dire then she wanted to know if they have option to escape. They will lose the castle and their reputation but she wanted her children to live. Rodrik shook his head dashing her hopes.

"There are unknown numbers of archers in tree line. The riders we tried to send were shot just beyond the gates. Our only option to fight are the enemy in front of us." Just then Maester Luwin came huffing as he forced his aged body to move despite its protest. He came to stop near them and began to catch his breath.

"My lady, I have sent ravens to the nearest keeps. Hopefully if the words get out then we can expect reinforcement from the vassals." The words were like a light of candle in dark night.

"Have the guards caught the infiltrators Ser Rodrik?"

"Not yet my lady but I have some guards on the lookout for anyone suspicious." It was not good. They had already sabotaged their food and weapons. Who knows what else the infiltrator could do.

"Make sure they detain any unknown person. I was attacked in my chambers and it looked like they were there to abduct me."

"Do you believe that there are more?"

"I do not know. I have everyone gathered in great hall and posted guards on all entry points." Rodrik nodded his head. At the moment it was the only good plan. The darkness already impeded their ability and they were not sure of the number of infiltrators, neither were they sure for their exact numbers. A guard ran up to and bowed. He then whispered something in Rodrik's ear.

"Get everything ready." Rodrik instructed him and he ran away to carry out his orders. Catelyn looked at him expectedly.

"We have enough arrows for two to three volleys, food we can stretch for one to three days among the residents if we ration. I have asked Mikken to produce as much arrows as we can. If we can break the attackers on the walls then maybe we can fight the rest. Hopefully by then we will receive reinforcement from castle Cerwyn by then." Catelyn nodded her head in relief. The situation was not so grim anymore. The only thing they had to do now was to wait.

While they were talking, Jon inched towards the edge of battlements to look at their enemy. Despite the darkness he could see clearly and better than anyone. He could make out the Kraken sigil on one of the armors in the far back. He immediately recognized the sigil of house Greyjoy. What he observed was far different than what Ser Rodrik had predicted. They were almost double the numbers and he saw some of the soldiers in front with no armor, what he did find strange was that wooden clubs and poles were tied to their hands. With a jolt he recognized some of the faces as the residents of Wintertown. Before he could say anything he saw them running towards the castle.

"Enemy charge!" announced a nearby guard.

"Ready the arrows and wait for them to come in range! Do not waste any arrows and make sure to hit them! My Lady it would be better if you and the lads get down from the battlements." Catelyn nodded her head at Rodrik's suggestion.

"Stop Rodrik! They are residents of Wintertown." Jon tried to stop him as Robb pulled his arm.

"What are you spouting now Snow?"

"The Ironbornsare attacking us. They have more soldiers beyond the tree line and the ones charging towards us are residents of Wintertown. We will be wasting our arrows to kill our own people." The soldiers nearby were now looking between Jon and Rodrik. Rodrik gritted his teeth.

"Should we send some guards to get those people milord." One of the guards asked him. Rodrik closed his eyes and sighed.

"Nay, there might be enemies in their midst and we might as well be opening doors for them. Let them come but shoot down anyone who tries to climb the walls."

Jon looked shocked at his words. Seeing the look of disbelief Rodrik lowered his head. He then put a hand on his shoulder.

"It is unfortunate and I am ashamed but I have the duty to protect the castle and the Stark family. It is the ugly truth of our world; whenever the lords fight, it is the common folks that always suffer." Ser Rodrik was trying to make him understand the harsh reality. He knew that there was a difference between the lives of smallfolk and his family but his naïve heart could not accept that. He spied Myra, the butcher's daughter being groped by some of the man and her mother crying nearby. A boy around his age, Tom the seamstress' son, was being pushed around while his mother's clothes were torn off. A man in kraken armor kicked him in the head when he tried to attack the one holding his mother. He did not get up again. Similar atrocities were being committed to women and children throughout the enemy camp while men were sent as bait. Rage unlike anything began burning in his heart. His eyes began to burn with unshed tears. He briefly heard Robb calling out his name but he was beyond any understanding and before anyone could know what was happening, he gave a loud roar and jumped.

Enemy Camp

Maron watched as the reavers played with the small folks. He cursed his uncle Euron for dragging him here, away from Pyke. He was not sure why his uncle had dragged him here when he could have handled the siege himself, it was not like they had any fighting force. When he asked him about it he said there are more important things in life, like a fish wife for King of Iron Islands. In days of old, the riverlanders paid tribute to King Hoare be it in resources or women. One could not call himself lord of Ironborns unless they have tasted a fish. And since Tullys did not have a wife or daughter at castle, they came to the next best place.

He spied his uncle on the edge of camp waiting. Euron turned towards him when he sensed him.

"Those cunts are late. It seems they can't even handle a woman. I will cut off their cocks and feed them when I get my hands on them. Here is another lesson for you nephew, if you want to get something done do it yourself."

"Yes uncle." He answered solemnly. One does not disagree with Euron unless they were Balon Greyjoy or fucking mad. Though his father was both he guessed. One has to be mad to provoke the entirety of Six kingdoms without any ally. Although his uncle was not any better for he had pulled the lion's tail when he burned Lannisport. By now the army of the Six kingdoms would be at Pyke and his father was not sure to survive. Now that he thinks about it, he was glad that he was away from Pyke. When the dust settles, he will be the lord paramount with his brother dead and he could use this to bolster his reputation. Not many, if any captains could say that they have pillaged a Paramount's castle.

"What about the defenders, have they taken our bait?" The question brought his mind back to the present.

"No, I think they recognized their own people."

"Pity, I was hoping that they would be shooting in dark. Nothing quite ironic like Starks shooting their own smallfolk. No matter, let them stew in fear for the night. Tell the archers that if a single raven escapes then I will feed them to ravens, alive. Tell the others to get some rest for we will attack at dawn. Cheer up nephew, you will get to taste the fish in lord's chamber tomorrow." And without waiting for a response he went to tent to enjoy one of the women that they had captured. Scream and demented laughter rang from the tent and he went to find the comely redhead that he had seen earlier, maybe if she was entertaining enough he would consider taking her as salt wife. He saw a runt blocking his path, about to lunge at one of his reavers to protect his mother. He kicked him hard on his head, the boy did not rise again and the mother began to wail loudly.

"Oi, get you own toys to play with. He was ours." One of them said loudly deep in his cups.

"Save your playing for when we are inside the castle. If you are going to rape her, do so quickly and get rest. I will tie anyone not ready at dawn to the keel of my ship."

Before they could protest, they heard a loud roar and loud thud that shook the earth. The camp was in disarray as no one was sure what happened. Before he could ask someone to find what happened he saw something shining moving towards them at incredible speed from the direction of the castle. As their vision adjusted from the light then made out a small figure that was wielding something large and shining running towards them. As the figure came closer he saw that it was runt, around the same age as the one he had kicked before. Euron came to stand beside him, face covered in blood.

"What happened!?" He was just getting to the good part when the roar and quake disturbed him. So he was looking to skin someone.

"We don't know but it looks like we are going to have guest." He indicated to the figure running towards them. Euron squinted his eyes towards the figure.

"Fuck me on top of Pyke, that is a big ass blade and that is little ass runt. This is quite funny. You cunts go and make sure that everyone is okay, I am going to get myself a new sword." Euron said with a demented grin.

But it did not last long. Just as the runt was about to reach their line of defense, he gave a loud roar and swung his blade at the nearest reaver. The reaver and few beside him went down in pieces.

He had seen various battles and participated in all of them. He enjoyed swinging blade or just killing in general. He liked the flow of battle, fighting against the odds, watching the despair in his victim's eyes, smell of blood and especially the plundering that followed. He can say with confidence that he lived to battle.

But what was happening was not battle, it was a fucking slaughter. Whenever the bastard swung his blade, tens of his sailors were cut to down. The blade broke any sword that parried it, shields were shattered, tents were torn and deep gauges scarred the ground wherever he swung the blade. He was difficult to follow. His movements were difficult to follow. He was not sure how many the boy had killed but within moments of entering the camp the bastard was soaked in blood. It was fucking terrifying.

It was fucking beautiful!

The blade was fucking magical. It gave the boy power to be an army killer, He imagined the power in his hands. He will crown himself the king of Pyke, nay the seven kingdoms with it. A twisted grin spread on his face. He grabbed a blade from one of the reavers beside him. His protest earning him a knife in his chest. He then signaled everyone to fall back and everyone was quick to follow the command, all too happy to get away from the demon.

Jon looked around for more reavers to kill when sound of clapping reached his ears. He turned towards the sound and saw who seemed to the leader.

"You have got a magnificent blade there boy. Would you be a good boy and let me have a look?" He asked mockingly but Jon's attention was not on him. He spied the one that kicked Tom standing behind him. He completely ignored the words of mad man in front of him and moved towards the one in the back. Euron became irritated when the boy ignore him completely to moved towards where his nephew was standing. He blocked the boy's path with his sword but he was suddenly hit with vertigo. He tried to right himself unsuccessfully before hitting the ground. He tried to get up but found everything from the chest down missing. Blood spilled from his mouth as he tried to say something. Nobody will know his last words as he died coughing blood.

In another life Euron would have become an adversary whose name would be feared by sailors, commonfolk and nobles alike. He would have sailed from Ib to Asshai becoming the greatest sailor in the known world. He would have been the first one to have plundered Valyria, his greatest prize being Valyrian steel armor, dragon egg and the greatest of them all, a dragon binder's horn. He would have been one of the top contenders of Iron Throne. But that was another life. In this life he died as a bystander, not even as an afterthought for he was on the path of a Campione.

"Loose!" Maron shouted and dozens of arrows shot towards the boy. When he saw the demon was slaughtering his men he knew that going near him would be a death sentence. This demon from hell had slaughtered his army before they knew what was happening. All they saw was red figure swinging blade at them. Most did not even have a sword in their hands when they died. They were reavers and they had died without paying the iron price. Almost half of them were already dead. He saw his uncle bisected and the demon coming towards him. He ordered whatever archers he could find to surround him and fill him with arrows. He prayed the drowned god to let the demon die.

But it was not meant to be. The demon lunged, swinging his blade and the world turned. He was not sure what happened only that he was flying through air and loud ringing filled his ears. He felt himself smash on something hard and felt his back gave in. Another body slammed on top of him and the heir of Iron Island knew no more.

Mass hysteria filled the rest of the army. When the rest of the reavers saw their leader killed, they ran. They ran without looking back, not knowing the direction they were going, they just ran. To get away from the demon who had destroyed their army, the unstoppable demon whose skin was so tough that no sword cut him, no spear could impale him and no arrow could pierce him. The demon who had taken the form of a child and the one who had destroyed their army within moments.

Of the army of a thousand that assembled to pillage Winterfell, no more than two hundred managed to escape the slaughter. Most of them would die in the cold or would be hunted by wild animals but some were lucky to stumble upon settlements. There they spread the tale of the Demon of Winterfell.

The smallfolk held captive by the by reavers could only cry in despair on their knees as they suffered from their hands. They had heard stories of Ironborn atrocities but they never believed that they would suffer them. They came at night and before they knew what was happening they were forced upon their knees. The sick and old ones were killed, men were beaten and women suffered humiliation, not even the children were spared. Then the men were forced to run towards the castle walls as bait and they could only watch with tearful eyes. They knew the fate that awaited them and prayed to old gods for salvation. The old gods listened and sent Lord Stark's baseborn son. Most of them had heard of the events that transpired in the great hall but they were blessed to witness it.

The boy came like wrath from old gods. Ground turned and reavers were falling down in pieces. The lad bathed in their blood. No reaver was spared and no smallfolk were harmed. Though they not spared of the guts flying around. They were forced to close their ears when a sound filled the air and everything stopped. They opened their eyes and fearfully looked around. The edge of the forest had been obliterated, the camp destroyed and body parts strewn everywhere. The snow was dyed red. Sindri stood up and ran towards the prone form of her son Tom and with that the spell broke. People were running towards their loved ones crying in relief. The nightmare was over for them. They looked around for their savior.

They found him standing in the middle of carnage; dripping in blood, sword held in his hands. The lad looking around for more enemies to kill. When he did not find anyone he raised his sword in the air and let out a roar of victory. The commonfolk of Wintertown fell onto their knees. Not in fear but in reverence of their savior.

The instance where King Aemon, First of his name, was first talked about is the 'Breaking of Iron' or as the common folks call it 'Massacre of Iron'. It was the first instance where King Aemon (or King Jon as he was known then) demonstrated his power (or authorities that he insists) in slaughtering the invading army of Ironborns to protect Winterfell. The smallfolks say that the ground crumbled, skies roared and the air itself was suffocated with power. The army of thousand strong was decimated within moments. The only instance that could be compared to such devastation was when Aegon and his sister-wives came to conquer Westeros, the power unseen after the death of dragons. Though many maester's argued that the testimonies of smallfolks was exaggerated in the aftermath, not many argued with the scene of devastation left in the wake.

But would be years before the citadel agreed to give the credit to King Aemon.

-Maester Tolbert

(Excerpt from Rise of Godking)

To be continued.

The name of the chapter points towards the start of his legacy. This is first instance where Jon uses his power in public setting. This is where his saga begins for the people of Westeros.

So did you like it? I am pants at writing fighting scenes and it should have shown here but I tried my best.

The fight scene was short because the fight itself was short. Jon shows his abilities as an army killer like dragons of old. He is still new to his authorities and will explore more aspects of it as he grows. Here are the lists of authorities that he has used-

Passive-

*Invulnerable body- when praying to warrior, knights pray to protect them from enemy strikes. Jon is getting the full effect of this and no blade will be able to pierce his skin. Also his body is remade after ritual to withstand the divine power so poisons, sickness and extreme climate will not bother him unless they are divine in nature.

*Strength- Knights pray to warrior for strength. Jon has the strength of a god proportional to his body. As he ages, his strength will also increase.

*Perfect vision- It is more along the benefits from campione ritual. This along with perfect health and endurance and stamina.

Active (So far)-

*Blade of the Warrior- A golden blade that will cut whatever in front of him, be they mortal or divine. So far Jon is using the blade as a normal sword. More abilities will reveal themselves in future.

PS- A lot of people are telling me that Jon's name is Aegon and not Aemon.

I made the choice consciously. I never did get why Lyanna named him Aegon when there already was an Aegon as his older brother. Maybe she already knew about their deaths but I ultimately decided against it.

PSS- one of my readers suggested a different word for campione in Valyrian. Should I change it to āeksākogon which is valyrian for champion as campione is Italian word for champion or let it remain the same? I have poll for this and according to results will make the changes.

Let me know what you think about this and see you guys soon.