This is another item I found from the archives a few years ago (during COVID lockdowns). Figured I would publish it and see feedback. This was a very rough idea I had and do not with to expand on, just something I thought I would put out there.
Jon Pitchfizzle was a very recognizable figure, tall, lean, he was a man of two and one. When he was six years old he was found in Dun Murough, shivering while running from a bear. The Dwarf patrols took care of the bear, and then took him to Ironforge, where he was taken in by a gnomish couple and for years he wasn't treated with scorn, or like a bastard, he was just Jon Pitchfizzle, a human child with violet eyes adopted by gnomes. Jon took his new last name proudly, as his parents loved him and he had a home in the heart of a mountain. Jon occasionally thought back to Westeros, and while he did miss his cousins, he was happy that he had friends, a last name, and most importantly, a loving family. Jon thought back to Westeros, and they never had anything that advanced technologically, at least in the North and King's Landing. Jon loved his parents, who were teaching him mining and engineering, and Jon loved learning the trades as it was very interesting to him despite his highborn background. Since Jon's family friends were a mixture of dwarves and gnomes who were expert tradesman, he picked up many tricks in his first five years in Azeroth. Although many non-gnomes questioned a human child working with explosives, but Jon was always very careful. However, a strange event happened when Jon was seven years old.
Jon's glove fell off while he was making a copper pipe, and he grabbed the scorching hot pipe, and started hammering it into shape. His parents, Leenik and Miske freaked out and checked his hands, which were completely unblemished. They found out Jon had an immunity to fire, and essentially heat. At the age of eleven something life changing happened to Jon, a mage named Juli Stormkettle, a family friend, found Jon has an unparalleled magical connection, and decided to train him up. Jon adventured around Azeroth, and became an unparalleled fire mage, while still teleporting or creating a portal to Ironforge and visiting his family, as Ironforge would always be his home. By the age of one and seven, he had helped defeat Illidran Stormrage, Khazad, and Quel'Thalas. By one and nine, he was instrumental in culling the temple of Naxxaramas, and the defeat of Mayglos, who was more vulnerable to other magics outside of the arcane schools. Jon even had a hand in the investigation of Ulduar, and the defeat of the Lich King, and conquering of the Icecrown Citadel, where he was present for his defeat. While Jon was versed in frost and arcane spells, he was unmatched when it came to fire spells. He was an unofficial member of "the Six" of the Kirin Tor, the strongest mages in Azeroth and the Outlands. He also clashed constantly with Jaina Proudmoore, who was a proud mage, but had some problems with him, most likely due to his new familial relationship with her, but she was coming around.
Today, Jon was in Dalaran celebrating the defeat of Deathwing, who would have destroyed the world. Jon was still in his adventuring gear, with a bunch of other adventurers, he'll admit, he got into his cups a little, and he was pretty pissed up. Jaina handed him a vintage wine in celebration, and the two bonded slightly. Jon drank the whole thing with her, and it was delicious. Jon had Ti'Tahk, the Steps of Time on his back, and his brightly colored firelords vestments on, flaming spaulders and everything, without his hood and mask up, and he started drunkenly making a portal home. He looked at the portal, and stepped through, thinking it was somewhere in Dun Murough, but when he stepped through and the portal faded, it was a large castle on a hill, overlooking a slightly snowy landscape. Jon's eyes widened, he hadn't seen this site in over one and five namedays. He was Jon Pitchfizzle, a proud son to Leenik and Miske Pitchfizzle of Ironforge, an unrivaled fire mage. He wasn't sure how he would feel seeing the Starks again, but Jon was, if anything tenacious, and stubborn.
He quickly decided to try if he could make a portal back to Dalaran, and he found that he could, but right now, he wanted to investigate Winterfell. A mage of his caliber knew that time dilation was definitely a possibility, and he could either be in the far past or the far future, so he decided to take every precaution possible. After years of fighting his way through Azeroth, Outlands, and Northrend, and the recent Cataclysm, Jon felt he was ready to go to confront Winterfell and it's residents.
Jon started walking through Wintertown, he decided to take down his hood and mask, where he left his shoulder length, curly dark hair flow out, and his purple eyes look around curiously. The residents of Winter Town, who were freaking out, with children looking in awe while parents ushered them buildings. Jon quickly remembered that while there was magic in Westeros, as a mage he could sense it, there was no tangible evidence to the untrained acolyte or smallfolk. He figured it was too late to turn around, so he continued to the gates of Winterfell. The guards look at him with a sense of fear,
"W-who goes there?!" yelled the guard of Winterfell, who had twelve people on the walls aiming bows at him, Jon scoffed slightly, arrows would not hurt him anymore. He looked again at the guards and noticed that there were more of them around the wall, waiting for him to strike.
"Jon Pitchfizzle, looking for an audience with Lord Stark." Yelled Jon, who glanced around at the guards, and noticed that there were a couple from the town who were circling behind him, spears pointing forwards.
Jon sighed, "Look, if you get Lord Stark to see me out here, I can wait." Jon said, as he crossed his arms, and stared back at the captain.
Rory Cassel looked over the wall, behind the guards, and yelled out, "Get Lord Stark! NOW!"
The messenger hurried and within a few minutes, Lord Stark, his uncle, appeared on the wall, and looked into Jon's eyes, and he knew immediately it was his own kin.
"Open the gate!" said Lord Stark, and the gate started to creak open, and Jon started to walk through the threshold, confidence in every step, as if he knew nothing could ever hurt him.
His uncle tried to embrace him, but with the flaming spaulders it was a little difficult, he ended up grabbing his forearm and pulling him in close, "I've missed you, son."
Jon continued, in a low voice only Eddard could hear, "I have as well… uncle."
Ned nodded, "You're a man grown now, it's only been about eight years, you look like a man now." Jon's eyes widened slightly, and then accepted the fact.
"Can we go to your solar? I have a few stories I want to explain…" said Jon, who was looking around curiously, noticing the different colored guards and sigils, the Targaryen and Lannister banners most prevalent. And Jon sighed, "King Rhaegar is here? Is the entire court?..."
"Aye. We're in the middle of the great feast…" said Ned who looked at Jon pityingly, Jon was essentially banished from King's Landing after three name days, he was dubbed the Royal Bastard, and after Rhaegar married Cersei, and had three more children, Jon was mostly forgotten in the North. There was no love lost between Jon and his family in King's Landing. He grew up in the North, and when he disappeared at six name days, it broke the Starks' hearts. "I'll have to make an announcement at the end of the feast that you've returned."
Jon sighed, "You do what you have to, just know, I can defend myself now." And Ned nodded, a wary and curious look on his face, "Can I have a room to change in, I don't think the court would appreciate my vestiges."
Ned nodded again, "I'll have some of Rob… I'll have some of my clothing sent to your old room." Said Ned, who quickly realized Jon was a man grown now.
"That won't be necessary, I have some finery a friend of mine made for situations like this…" said Jon, who started walking toward his room in the family wing of Winterfell. "I'll take a seat at the end of the lords table when I've changed…"
Ned went back to the feast, and Jon, ignoring the strange looks given to him while he was walking around the keep, went to his room, and changed into his Tuxedo jacket, and black pants. He then put on a top hat, and walked into the hall. Jon knew this kind of fashion was nowhere in Westeros, but he hated the court so he figured it would send a message.
Jon walked into the hall, which was already rambunctious with the activity of the Northern Lords and the king's court in session. The king sat at the high table with his two wives, Cersei and Elia, while the Crown Prince Aegon sat on the Kings left. On the lower table, Jon let a small smile grace his face, as he noticed his cousins, Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran, and he noticed he had a new little cousin in the family.
Jon sat down across from a woman with a mace on her hip, and started eating, she looked at him quizzically, "Jon Snow? Is that you?"
Jon nodded, "It's actually Jon Pitchfizzle now, but yes, it's me, it's good to see you Dacey." Dacey smiled, when he left she was about four years older than him, but now she looked to be four years younger than him now.
"Pitchfizzle, huh, I'm glad you found a last name Jon." Jon smiled at that genuine comment, while Eddard was his first parental figure, he was incredibly happy Leenik and Miske found him. "Why do you look so grown up, I thought you were younger than me!" said Dacey, who sent a friendly glare at him.
Jon laughed, "It's a long story… I don't think I could explain it right now in one sitting." Jon paused for a moment, "Let's just say I found my calling." Said Jon, who pulled out a bottle of Don Carlos Tequila, and poured a little in his glass, and Dacey asked him another question, frowning slightly, "What is that, is our Northern Ale not good enough for you Southernor? That would explain the overly fancy clothes you have." said Dacey a small smirk on her face.
Jon immediately replied, "I didn't go south, and where I came from this is the height of fashion and used on formal occasions." There was a slight pause, "I've had to sup with dignitaries before, didn't want to wear my normal battle robes." Said Jon, "I wore those for my wedding…" Jon mumbled, wwwho poured a little bit of the tequila in her empty glass and raised his eyebrows challengingly, gesturing to her cup, where he poured a small amount of tequila.
Dacey, smirked, and then took a sip, and immediately started coughing, while Jon downed his in one.
"What in the hell is that?!" said Dacey, shooting a glare at Jon, who shrugged,
"Greatest Tequila in the Outlands." was all Jon said before taking another shot.
"Wait…" Dacey paused, "Robes, you go into a battle wearing a dress? Or are you some sort of meister now?" she smirked at him teasingly, and Jon just cockily smirked back.
"Something like that." And he downed one more shot before putting the tequila away, he needed a healthy buzz before dealing with his… King's Landing family.
"Is that the Royal Bastard? You actually survived?" and Dacey flinched a little, while Jon just completely ignored the prince, and pulled out a flagon of Dwarven ale out of his hat and took a sip.
"So where were we Dacey?" said Jon, as he ignored prince Joffrey, and his loyal servant, the Hound.
They were both gaping at Jon, "Where… where did you get that ale from?..." asked Dacey, who looked at him quizzically, and he brought her closer in, and in a deadpan voice, "I opened a miniature portal in my hat to my favorite tavern and grabbed a flagon off the counter, I left quite a nice tip too." Said Jon who winked at Dacey, and Dacey frowned at him.
"BASTARD! ANSWER ME!" yelled Joffrey, who slapped the flagon out of Jon's hand, as everyone stopped talking and the music died down, all except for Jon, who kept trying to talk with Dacey, but she couldn't as the Hound glared at her. The Royal family looked down at the scene Jon noticed, with Cersei fuming, and Elia Martell glaring slightly. His half-brother and sister, Aegon and Rhaenys, looked at him in curiosity, and a little bit of disdain. Cersei's younger children just showed curiosity, and a little bit of wonder, as if defying Joffrey had never been done before. His birth father just looked at the scene with a look melancholy in his eyes. At that moment Jon knew he would not raise a finger to help him.
"That was my favorite ale… and I don't see a bastard here Joffrey." and again he turned back toward Dacey, knowing it would aggravate the prince. What he didn't expect was for his flagon to be knocked out of his hand.
"KNEEL BEFORE YOUR PRINCE" yelled Joffrey again, and Jon, looked down at his flagon with an annoyed face. He subtly activated his molten armor. He heard a grunt and a hand recoiling back as if touching something hot, and he smirked knowing the Hound would try and force him to get up and kneel.
Jon got up silently and stood at his full height of over six feet, towering over Joffrey, and most other people in the room. The eyes of the royal family widened, they expected him to be of a same height as Robb Stark, or Aegon, as they were all a similar age. Rhaegar's eyes narrowed at Jon, as if noticing the magic he just activated.
"I don't think I will Joffrey, I'm a diplomat of the Kirin Tor. A mage general of the city of Ironforge, of the Alliance. A tamer and slayer of dragons that threatened the very fabric of reality." Jon smirked, and then glared at Joffrey, the type of glare saved for enemies of Kirin-Tor and threats to all of Azeroth, "So be silent, and keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless wyrm." Jon said, a dangerous look in his eyes. He turned around took off his hat, and bowed slightly to Dacey, smirking, making a grand gesture. "My lady, I believe this is where we part ways." Lords started mumbling, and a few of the other ones noticed he bowed to Dacey, but not a prince of the realm. Jon put his top hat back on and strolled toward the exit of the great hall.
"STOP HIM" shrieked the Queen, and the Lannister guards, in front of the northern guards, raised their spears toward him, and things grew much tenser in the hall.
Jon looked back at the queen with a completely neutral face, raising an eyebrow challengingly, saying, 'Is this the best you can do?'
"Husband, he shows blatant disrespect for the crown, your own…" and Cersei choked out the word, "kin. He will surely rebel, you have seen him completely ignore, degrade, and threaten your son Joffrey. We all heard him proclaim himself, slayer of dragons! And I've never heard of this Kirin Tor, or Ironforge. He must surely be lying."
Jon sighed, bringing his two fingers to his eyes. His Stark cousins were looking at him, most looking on in awe, as the North never forgets what the crown did to them after the rebellion, but also fearing what could possibly happen to him.
"Look, Queen Cersei," Jon said, with false niceties, a tone in which someone uses to explain something to a toddler. As he crossed his arms, he heard some very quiet snickers, but a few growls from the Lannister side. "I have two things to say, first," and Jon raised his fingers to emphasize the point "Threatening a northern subject, when surrounded by all the great lords of the North, not a good idea." Cersei glared, and the Northern Lords had subtle nods to Jon, "Second, I remember a conversation you and I had a long time ago… when you cornered me in the library," Cersei stiffened.
Jon smirked, "I see you remember the conversation," He started talking to the entire great hall, "when I was but three name days, I came to believe that knowledge was power. Then you proved a point by having some of the guards hit me, turn around, and threaten me at knifepoint. And then you said quite a profound phrase, I'm assuming you picked up from your lord father? You're not as clever as you think you are." Cersei glared viciously at him, "and left the room with your Lannister guards. No one cared for a young bastard, even if he had royal blood." The Stark family glared at Cersei, as they did not know that happened. Jon arrived in Winterfell when he was three. Jon looked back at Cersei, "Well, I've concluded, you are half correct. While knowledge can be power,"
And Jon smirked, raising his hands, and lighting them on fire, large bright orange flames appeared, almost raised about six feet in the air, his eyes gaining small flames, his whole body burning slightly, his aura changing drastically, an aggressive orange glow appearing around his body, his voice became more baritone, "Power is power."
The reaction from everyone was instantaneous, everyone stepped back rapidly, except for the Starks. The Queen backing away, and leaning against the wall, with the rest of the royal family scrambling back, Kingsguard drawing swords.
"ENOUGH!" said Rhaegar, as he slammed his palms on the table looking at Jon, who snuffed out the flames in his hand, and ceased the fire in his eyes and on his body.
Jon looked at him, with a neutral expression, knowing that Rhaegar had no power over him anymore.
"Whe…" and Rhaegar stopped, as he noticed something behind Jon, a small dot behind him, expanding rapidly.
Out stepped out six small figures, three truly short figures, one wearing bright heavy armor and green googles, with two people that Jon smiled at as they walked in the center of the hall. One man, with a green beard, and one with bright purple goggles holding a wrench. The smaller woman had bright pink pigtails and wore similar goggles. Jon smiled and got down to their level as they jumped in his arm, him giving a hug to his true parents.
"We're lucky our homing device worked Jon!" said Miske, hugging her son with her husband.
Rhaegar looked on coldly, while everyone else was shocked. Cersei had an open jaw, and her brother, Tyrion who just entered the hall was looking quizzically at the strange new group, three of them were shorter than him.
The other three were the most heavily armored dwarves, let alone beings in Winterfell. They stacked up at a solid four feet and several inches tall. Two of them carried a large one handed battleaxe, with a shield on their left arms, once they realized there was no danger, they sheathed their axes.
A heavily armored dwarf and gnome soon walked through the portal, and Jon, walked in front of them, and got on one knee and bowed. He was respecting his patrons Gelbin Mekkatorque and Magni Bronzebeard.
"High Tinker Gelbin, King Magni, welcome to Westeros."
"How many times have we told you Jon, you bow to no one, especially not us, after all you've done."
Jon nodded and smiled, and rose up and turned around. "May I present his Royal Highness King Magni, The King Under the Mountain, and High Tinker Gelbin Mekkatorque of Gnomeregan."
"Pfftt HAHAHA!" and Jon turned toward the voice of Joffrey Targaryen, and narrowed his eyes, other courtiers started laughing, but Rhaegar, the other Royal Children and the Northerners were dead silent.
Jon raised his arms, a faint glow coming from them, and where Joffrey was standing a sheep stood there, looking absolutely confused.
"No one will dare insult any of these men or women before you, or you will feel my wrath, and I will not be merciful." Said Jon in a cool voice, and everyone stared in shock and silence, Queen Cersei looked on with absolute apocalyptic rage. But remained silent, ironically debating her own Lord fathers' words.
"Jon that's enough, I think the boy has learned his lesson in manners." Said the High Tinker, who nodded towards the sheep, Jon sighed and snapped his fingers, undoing the spell.
Jon took a step right behind his Kings, and nodded to his Uncle, letting him know no one from the North will be hurt in these proceedings as long as they are respectful, his fancy dresswear disappeared and he appeared in his battle cloaks, with everyone's eyes bulging out of their sockets, it emanated excessive heat and power. To them it was a show of force.
"My apologies, our friend Jon can get a little defensive of his friends and family." Said King Magni who nodded in Jon's direction. "He came to us as a boy and has become one of the best mages in all of Azeroth and the Outlands."
"Mage?!" asked Arya looking at her cousin with a newfound respect, and he smirked at her.
"One of the best in our world. He is respected throughout the world for his talents, even some of the Horde leaders such as Thrall and Vol'Jin work with him on world ending problems." Said King Magni, slapping Jon on the back.
"He is also one of the worlds most respected engineers!" said the High Tinker, looking back at Jon smiling.
"I couldn't have done it without Leenik and Miske, my Mother and Father." Said Jon, smiling a little bit.
Someone else stepped through the portal, a beautiful honey blonde haired woman with hair down to her biceps in a braid that contained white streaks. She had alluring blue eyes that were slightly glowing. She was very heavily armored, in bronze plate covering her from head to toe, with a heavy shield on her back and a huge hand a half sword on her waist. The armor looked very intricate, and had flaming half spheres on the shoulders, and looked very intimidating to everyone at the feast. Her eyes darted around, and she saw Jon who smiled at her. She crashed into him and he stumbled a little bit but held her just as tightly as she held him. She looked very much like her mother, and while familiar with the arcane arts due to her upbringing, trained under Tirion Fordring to become a high-ranking commander and paladin in the Argent Crusade.
They looked each other in the eye and then gave a chaste kiss, and Jon linked her arm with his, and she gave him a light punch on the arm and glared at him slightly, Jon assumed it was because he disappeared, but then she smiled in relief. He looked toward his birth father, and his Stark family. "May I introduce my wife, Liane Proudmoore of Kul Tiras, an unrivaled Paladin and a Champion of the Argent Crusade."
Liane looked aloof when addressing the Royal family, like she's done this hundreds of times and was descended from royalty herself, "I would say it's a pleasure, but it really isn't."
Everyone looked in disbelief, with a few exceptions. Arya and the Mormonts looked at Liane Proudmoore with a look of awe, she looked like a true warrior. The Kingsguard and Rhaegar studied her closely, as if judging her threat level. Cersei looked apocalyptic, while Elia looked on coldly.
"Anyways, Your Graces", Jon said that with disdain, and looked toward his uncle and his subjects, "Your lordships", he said respectfully. "I believe our party will depart for now," King Magni and the High Tinker nodded, Jon looked toward Liane and she nodded toward him, "Liane and I will see you soon Uncle." He looked toward his uncle who nodded.
Jon opened a portal to Ironforge, and everyone looked through the portal and saw a city in what looked like a mountain, with lava pouring down the middle of it in what looked like a giant forge. Everyone stepped through the portal, and Jon pulled a bottle out of his side, and put it on the table for some of the Northern Lords, and he winked at them, "Consider this my offering and apology for ruining the party, you'll find that it holds a lot more than you think it does!"
An armored hand reached through the portal and grabbed Jon by his front and yanked him through, he even let out a small yelp.
"No wait!" and as soon as the portal was about to close, Arya flung herself through it, her family screamed, and then the portal closed.
-Ironforge-
Jon, Liane, and the two Kings were discussing their trip through to a completely different dimension, and they head a thump and then a grunt on the ground and turned toward the commotion. Arya was on the ground in her banquet dress, groaning slightly. She lifted herself up slightly and looked around at awe, she saw the central hold of Ironforge, which held thousands of dwarves and gnomes, she figured they would never have to worry about the winter in here.
"Arya" Jon said slightly forcefully, "What are you doing here?"
"I missed you… and… I didn't want you to leave… and I still have so many questions." Said Arya who looked a little lost, and Jon's eyes softened immensely, and he kneeled to her level and gave her a hug, and then ruffled her hair.
"Well Arya, welcome to my home, Ironforge, Liane and I have several homes, but we tend to move around quite a bit, especially since it's so easy to teleport from one place to another.
"Can everyone here teleport?"
"No, just people who have studied and are attuned to Arcane magics. I have been training in them since I was about ten name days old.
Liane nodded, "There are many different magics in the World, Arya. Many of them dangerous, you need to be careful.
-Winterfell-
King Rhaegar was surrounded by his council, along with Ned Stark and the two Queens of Westeros along with his elder children, Rhaenys and Aegon in Ned Starks solar. They immediately left the hall after Jon left and decided to discuss this drastic change. Ned Stark was on pins and needles due to his youngest daughter jumping through the portal, but knew Jon would do everything in his power to take care of her and make sure she's safe.
"That upstart bastard needs to be killed. He is an affront to the seven and threated to end our line over a bunch of… Imps… who claim to be his parents!" Said Cersei who glared at her brother as she said that.
Tyrion Lannister, the Master of Coin much to Cersei's everlasting pain, looked on with a smile.
"What can I say dear sister, I never thought I would never meet someone smaller than me! But did you see their armor? Their weapons? They were beyond anything we can make. And their city looked like it was in the heart of a volcano! For all we know they could be in old Valyria, or, if what Jon is suggesting…"
Everyone looked at him blankly, and Rhaegar sighed, "It would suggest he is from another plane of existence." All eyes darted to Rhaegar in disbelief. "Only the priests of R'hllor or the Shadowbinders of Qarth would have had magic like that, but Jon did it on a level unseen."
"Then what do we do?" asked Jon Connington, looking around the room, seeing if anyone ideas.
Everyone dead silent
"Well marriage is out, he's married and they look to be happy with eachother." Said Elia, who looked around the room. Everyone else nodded slightly.
"His wife looked like she could fight through an entire battalion and come out unscathed…" said Aegon looking around the room.
"What we're also not thinking about is that she could have magic of her own. Did anyone see her sword?" asked Tyrion
Everyone else looked confused, and Tyrion sighed, "Her sword was glowing, a pale white color, how do we know that she isn't like Jon and magical?"
That question scared everyone slightly, while Jon seemed immensely powerful, how many other powerful entities were on the other side of these portals?
"After seeing that display and further proving he was as powerful as he claimed, I would have attempted to betroth him to you Rhaenys." Said Rhaegar, shocking Elia and Rhaenys both, and they both then glared at him.
"That's an unacceptable match for your eldest child Rhaegar."
"We know marriage is out, so we would have to look at other family ties to make sure he would ally with us…" said Tyrion who looked at Ned Stark out of the corner of his eye, and the man glared at him.
"I will not risk angering my own kin because of everyone's mistreatment of my nephew!" said Ned Stark
"I believe Jon would be very happy with you discussing him like this without him here…" whispered a voice in the room. And everyone drew swords looking around the room, trying to find the voice.
Suddenly, a throwing knife embedded itself in Cersei's chair, cutting off some of her famed blonde hair.
"Show yourself!" said the Ser Maryn Trent, a kingsguard member, eyes darting around the room in panic. At the end of the room opposite King Rhaegar, a tall blonde haired, vividly green-eyed blood elf appeared from thin air, two green daggers at her waist, her armor an elaborate red leather piece. Her arms were crossed, a slight frown appeared on her face. She was arguably the most beautiful woman any of them had ever seen.
"You're lucky Jon still has some respect for some of you, otherwise you would all be dead before you drew your next breath." She said, her voice coming from all corners of the room.
"Who are you?" Asked Ned cautiously, not drawing his sword, knowing it would be pointless if anything were to happen.
"Ah, Lord Eddard Stark, a pleasure. My name is Valeera Sanguinar, I am proud to call myself friend of Jon Pitchfizzle and Laine Proudmoore. Jon figured a lot of scheming would take place so asked me to…" she smirked dangerously, "diffuse the situation in anyway I saw fit."
"Why exactly did Jon send you?" asked Rhaegar in a loaded tone, looking directly in her glowing green eyes.
She looked at him and measured him up, "So this is the birth father of the famous Dragon of the East," she looked him up and down and then smirked dangerously, "He must have got his talents from his mother." And Ned Stark brimmed slightly with pride at the mention of his sister.
"He sent me because he felt I was needed here. If it isn't obvious, Jon detected some ambient magic when he first arrived at Winterfell. He wanted me to keep an eye out and see if it was anything dangerous. He mentioned the magic feeling very similar to the presence of Arthas, the Lich King of Icecrown."
"Lich King?" asked Jon Connington.
"A Death Knight of unmatched potential, he is the leader of the Scourge, an army of the undead measuring in the millions."
Everyone paled at that, "So the myths of legends of the long night and the night king are real?..." asked Ned Stark stiffening at the implication.
Valeera looked at Ned, and nodded, "It was especially evident when Liane arrived, she's very familiar with the magic of the undead and how to combat it."
"The dragon has three heads…" mumbled Rhaegar, looking toward Valeera.
"That may be, but Jon isn't technically a dragon is he?" Asked Valeera and Rhaegar looked on with shock as she smirked. I will leave you all to it, but remember, and she vanished into thin air, "I'll be watching closely."
And there we have it! Another small item from the archives a few years ago. Feel free to take any ideas from this story and run with them.