AN: So here is the next chapter, I literally wrote this in a couple of hours today and checked over it once, so if anyone sees any mistakes please point them out and I will get round to correcting them. Hopefully though it is fine. Either way I wanted to get this out after coming back from holiday, just because I didn't want to leave people hanging on for too long.

Either way here is the next chapter, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or Game of Thrones.

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(Last Time)

Varys grimaced at that thought, blessed by the gods, what a ridiculous pile of tripe. The boy was no more blessed by the gods then Varys was, no instead he could use magic plain and simple, just like the Red Priests in Essos or the Sorcerers in Qarth could. Sure his abilities were more defined but Varys recognised it. How could he not, after all he'd once been the slave of a mage, a slave that was later mutilated and cast away.

With that thought in mind, Varys increased his pace, only for him to run into a pair of armoured guards waiting just within the secret passage, both of them seizing him by the arms as he automatically tried to pull away, his pale face twisting into a rictus of fear as he saw their armour.

"Lord Varys." One of the men said, Varys recognising him in an instant as Martin, one of Tytan's guardsmen. "You should know the not to trust smugglers, especially when they know a King can offer a much greater reward than a traitor."

Varys wasn't given the opportunity to reply, as moments later he was struck from the side and knocked to the ground.

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Chapter 15

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(In King's Landing)

Currently Tytan was staring at the tree stump in the centre of the godswood, a stump that had once been a Weirwood tree, also known as a Heart Tree to those who followed the Old Gods, because of the face that formed on its white trunk and the blood that dripped from its eyes. Looking at it now however, Tytan couldn't help but feel a hint of melancholy, after all once upon a time this tree had been sacred, but now it was gone, destroyed by the emergence of a newer religion, the one based around the Seven Divines.

Religious fanatics had destroyed this tree many years ago, cutting it down in order to try and destroy an opposing faith and enforce the influence of their own. Which was probably effective, because faith and religion played a large part in everyday life here in Westeros, after all from the poorest of beggars to the greatest of Lords, all of them put their faith in something, which in the south was predominantly the Faith of Seven, which the Septons took advantage of as they used it to both gain more power, influence and wealth.

Tytan let out a sigh at that, knowing as he did so that he was just distracting himself from what he knew was happening elsewhere it the city. Letting out another sigh, Tytan then made to turn around, knowing as he did that his sworn sword, Ivar, would soon be along with a report for him.

It was as he was doing this though, that something unexpected happened, a voice sounding out and instantly catching his attention.

"Hello?" A soft voice called out from the nearby trees, capturing Tytan's attention as he twisted around, his hand instantly moving to the hilt of his sword, even as he began to draw on the power within him, his sea green eyes narrowing as he twisted round and scanned his surroundings.

"Who's there?" Tytan called out, unsheathing the first inch of his blade, and beginning to extend his senses through the moisture in the air, the earth beneath him trembling for a moment.

"I am." The soft voice replied, causing Tytan to twist round once more, his gaze locking onto the source of the voice. His eyes widening as he found himself looking into a pair of eyes bright, golden eyes. Eyes which could only belong to the girl from his dreams.

"It's you." Tytan muttered, his gaze roving up and down the girl as she walked out from behind a tree, noting as he did so, her flawless, nut brown skin, her long, bronze coloured hair and her delicate, and unnaturally beautiful features.

For Tytan the girl looked as inhuman in real life as she did his dream, despite that though he was entranced, unable to look away as she prowled out from behind a tree, her movements too fluid to be normal, and her gaze too knowing.

"You know me?" The girl asked, her voice holding an almost musical and melodious tone to it, one which seemed to make the nature around her come to life and sing with joy.

"I saw you in my dreams." Tytan replied, fully facing her now, his sword forgotten as he instead just looked at the girl, searching for the words he needed to keep the conversation going. After all it wasn't every day you came face to face with the girl of your dreams, hence why he was feeling a little tongue tied as he drank in the sight of her.

"Did you?" The girl asked, before her lips quirked upwards in amusement. "How strange, for I too saw you in my dreams."

Tytan frowned slightly at that, unsure what it could all mean, after all he had dreams because he was a Demigod, or maybe because he had been a Demigod. It was all a little complicated at the moment, even for him. But that being said he wasn't sure why this girl had dreamt of him, it was almost as if someone, or something had pushed them into one another's path.

Pushing those thoughts aside for the moment though, he instead just sent the girl a crooked smile. "Well I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Tytan."

"No." The girl replied, her lips still quirked upwards in amusement, although now there was a hint of curiousity in her golden eyes.

"No?" Tytan asked, slightly confused by the response.

"That's not your name." The girl replied, her expression unwavering in her conviction. "Names define us, they hold a certain power, and the name Tytan although strong and powerful, is but a shadow of who you truly are."

Tytan frowned in confusion at that, knowing instantly what she was talking about in regards to true names, but confused about her words. On top of which he was now feeling a little wary about how she knew as much as she did. "I don't know what you mean?"

"Oh but you do, your name, your true name is emblazoned in the stars, it is not something you can hide, and not something you can avoid. It is the name of a hero, a name of a man that transcends humanity, you know the name I speak of…" The girl replied, moving forwards as she did so, her bare feet not making a sound on the fallen leaves as she just prowled forward with cat like grace, her expression unwavering a she gazed into Percy's eyes.

"Yes." Tytan replied, his brow furrowed. "But it is a name I no longer use, one tied to a previous life."

The girl looked amused at that. "A previous life? A life is built up of experiences and memories, if you were fully reborn, then that would mean that you would no longer have the memories of the life that came before, yet you do…"

Tytan tilted his head curiously at that. "There were extenuating circumstances."

"And yet that doesn't change the facts. Tytan is not your name, it is a title, no, it is a name given to you by your 'parents'. But it is not who you are." The girl pressed on, her golden eyes never leaving Tytan's form, as she looked at him as if she could see into his very soul.

"No, I suppose it is not." Tytan finally admitted.

"Then what is your name?" The girl asked, coming ever close to him as she did so.

"My name, is Perseus." Tytan replied finally, and as he did so he felt a sudden surge of exhilaration within him. Once again taking pride in the name he had carried for centuries, one which had put terror in the hearts of his enemies and given hope to his allies.

"Perseus." The girl replied, testing the name as she did so, before she smiled, showing off a set of bright white teeth as she looked to Tytan. "Well Perseus, you can call me Leaf."

"Leaf?" Tytan asked, his lips twitching upwards in amusement. "Is that your real name?"

"It's a rough translation. The tongue of man cannot truly pronounce my true name, not when spoken in my native tongue." Leaf replied with a nonchalant shrug.

"Your native tongue? I take it then that you are not human, a Child of the Forest then?" Tytan asked, his eyes burning with curiosity now as he looked at the smaller girl, noticing as he did so that she only came up to the middle of his chest, and had a very slight, and petit build.

"That's what the humans called us." Leaf replied easily, coming to a stop directly in front of Tytan as she did so. "And over the millennia we have come to accept the name, though it is not one of our own choosing."

"Then what is the name of your species?" Tytan asked, his lips twitching up in amusement. "After all I though you said names were important."

Leaf smiled at that. "Then I suppose you can call us elves."

"Elves?" Tytan asked his gaze flickering over to her pointed ears and inhuman beauty. "Yeah, I can believe that."

Leaf once again sent him an amused smile as she heard that.

"Ok then, now I'm curious. When last I saw you, you were in the land beyond the Wall, yet here you are now, so my question is, why are you here?" Tytan asked, meeting Leaf's golden eyes with his sea green ones, noticing a she did so how deep they were, and also how old they looked, even for Tytan who had lived for centuries.

"To find you of course." Leaf replied simply, before smirking a little bit. "I saw you in my dreams and I got curious, so I decided to travel beyond the Wall, for the first time in millennia, all so I could meet you."

"And now you've met me, what will you do?" Tytan asked curiously, finding it difficult to tear his eyes away from her.

"Now I've met you, I'm more curious than ever." Leaf said, her lips once again quirking upwards in amusement. "You're not human that much is obvious, but nor are you like anything else I have met before. So, for that reason, I believe I will remain here in the south, after all you are a mystery, and every mystery needs to be solved."

Tytan grinned at that, happier than he thought he would be when he heard that she was staying. After all it wasn't too often that he ran into someone who fascinated him so, nor could he find many people who he could talk to as an equal. Plus she was beautiful, intoxicatingly so.

"Well then, will you need chambers to stay in?" Tytan asked, already imagining the reaction he'd get if the nobles at court got a look at Leaf. Those who followed the Faith of the Seven would likely be in hysterics and calling her existence heresy, whilst the religion of the Old Gods would get a sudden resurgence, after all seeing is believing.

Either way it would be amusing, plus it would also give Tytan the opportunity to purge the entrenched religious order at the heart of the Kingdom, as any action against her would be an action against the King and the Kingdom. This was something Tytan could use to justify the seizure of the Septon's lands for the crown, the confiscation of their wealth and the imprisonment of their corrupt leaders. After which Tytan could then name himself the head of the faith and then use the religion as a propaganda tool, or something like that, he hadn't fully planned this all out yet.

Tilting her head as she heard Tytan's offer, Leaf once again smiled. "That will not be necessary, I have lived in the forests of this world for thousands of years now, and have somewhat gotten used to sleeping under the stars. Either way. I believe I will make my home here for now, and who knows maybe I will begin breathing new life into the trees."

Tytan glanced around the godswood as he heard that, before he shrugged. "If that's what you want."

Leaf's lips quirked upwards at that. "It will be sufficient, Perseus."

Tytan smiled slightly at that, before he could reply though he was distracted by the sound of rustling leaves and footsteps coming from behind him.

Looking back to Leaf, Tytan then could only watch as her body began to twist and contort, feathers erupting form her arms and her eyes becoming more avian, before within a few moments, in the place she had stood before, there was now a golden eyed hawk. One which took to the air seconds later, her wings brushing past Tytan as she soared past, causing him to twist around and look on in surprise.

"Well shit," Tytan muttered, completely taken aback by the sudden transformation, who knew he wasn't the only one here with unique abilities.

"Hey Tytan." A loud and familiar voice suddenly interrupted, causing Tytan to twist round once more, only to see Ivar coming down the path wearing his mail and Lannister armour.

"Ivar?" Tytan asked, his brow furrowing as he looked to the sly blonde man, before he glanced back out at the forest, his gaze immediately locking onto a large, brown hawk sitting on a nearby branch, its golden eyes looking over at Tytan in amusement.

"Just coming to give you the news." Ivar continued easily, looking over at the hawk too, before he dismissed it and looked back at Tytan. Noting the dark haired man looked slightly distracted, only for him to smile when the man's sea green eyes sharpened as he turned to fully face him.

"The news?" Tytan asked, tearing his gaze away from Leaf and looking back at Ivar now, before he gestured for the man to follow him, the two of them walking through the forest, before leaving it and entering the Red Keep, Tytan's guards, Ubba and Jamie both following him, their armour clanking slightly as they marched behind him.

The group of four deliberately taking a slightly longer, yet busier route to the throne room, all of them ignoring the servants and lesser nobles that passed by them, all of them stopping to bow to Tytan for a moment as they did so. "You said there was news, what is it Ivar?"

"I'm afraid we've uncovered a treasonous plot in the heart of the Capital, one carried out by three members of your father's Small Council, with two of the members having been found dead because of it. Murdered by their co-conspirator after their plot was uncovered by your Goldcloaks." Ivar replied loudly as he followed Tytan, noting as he did that the King took a particularly busy route through the keep.

"This is concerning, who are the dead conspirators?" Tytan said, with mock concern.

"Lord Petyr Baelish and Grand Maester Pycelle, your Majesty, they were both found murdered in their respective chambers." Ivar replied loudly, his voice catching the attention of some of the servants, knights and lesser nobles who passed by, all of them bowing to Tytan, and also trying to listen in to the conversation he was having.

"It is a pity they both died, I would have liked to look into the faces of those traitors as they were executed. I take it you've caught the other conspirator? And now know their motive?" Tytan asked seriously, coming to a stop now and fully facing Ivar, his guards stopping with him.

"Yes your Majesty, we managed to arrest the culprit as he was trying to flee the capital, using a secret passage to try ad bypass the lockdown." Jamie spoke up now. "It was Varys, the King's old Spy Master."

"Varys?" Tytan muttered, ignoring the murmur of the people around him as he continued to take part in this theatre.

"Yes your Highness, he's currently residing in the dungeons awaiting trial and full interrogation for his heinous crimes." Jamie replied with a nod. "Apparently the three of them were planning a coup, and manipulated Lord Stark like one would a chess piece. However when the plan failed, and after Lord Stark was arrested, when his treasonous actions failed to inspire the reaction they hoped, partly because he didn't say what they fully intended him to. Apparently after that Varys decided to cut his losses and flee, killing his two co-conspirators so they couldn't betray his secrets before he left, or at least he tried to. Unfortunately for him your prior orders to lockdown the city was still in place and he was captured, and quickly admitted his guilt in order to try and cut a deal so he could save his own skin."

"This is good news, I was suspicious of their motives beforehand. I am only glad that their plot was stopped before it could incite chaos and start a war." Tytan replied, hiding a smile as he saw the servants and lesser nobles all muttering to themselves. "Have you found out why they wanted to overthrow me?"

"Yes your Majesty. They were seeking to put a weaker and more malleable ruler on the throne, as oppose to a powerful leader like you, who they knew they would not be able to control or manipulate. Even now we have found ledgers detailing how Lord Baelish was using his position as Master of Coin to steal from the Crown. On top of which we've found Varys had Targaryen sympathies and was planning on eventually murdering the royal family and putting the unstable, spawn of the Mad King on the throne." Ivar spoke up, once again making sure that those around him heard.

The small crowd muttering to each other, some of them already slipping away to spread the news of the failed plot, and the treachery and deaths of three once powerful Lords.

"They were all traitors then?" Tytan spat out. "Very well then, increase the patrols around King's Landing and maintain the lock down. For the good of the people we will need to make sure we rout out all those involved in this treachery!"

"Yes, of course your Majesty." Jamie replied with a nod. "I will see to it at once."

Tytan nodded at that, before he turned and continued to make his way through the keep, the slightest of smiles on his face as he knew that the content of his loud conversation would soon be spread through King's Landing and be considered fact as it came directly from him. Within an hour he suspected the entire city would know, and within a day he suspected at least half the Kingdom would be aware of Baelish, Pycelle and Varys's treachery, as well as how swiftly they had been handled and the threat they posed put down.

Plus Tytan suspected that by the end of the day the story would be even more exaggerated, helped along by Tytan's reputation.

Tytan smiled at that, it turned out rumours could be a useful tool when it came to spreading the news you wanted to be spread.

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(In Winterfell)

Far away from King's Landing, and in the north of Westeros, in the icy keep of Winterfell, the Maester of House Stark, Maester Luwin, quickly hurried through the cold hallways. The wizened old man pulling his black, woollen robes tighter about him as he hurried down from the ravenry, in one of the keep's towers, his destination now the main hall, where he knew the young Robb Stark would be holding court, filling in for the role of his father, whilst Lord Eddard was carrying out his duties as Hand of the King.

Ignoring the few greetings he received from men at arms and servants he passed by, Luwin continued to hurry, moving at a fast shuffle as he entered the hall, not even enjoying he wall of warmth that hit him from the large fire that burnt in the hearth at one end of the hall.

Instead his attention was focused solely on Robb, who at that moment was sat behind the large, wooden table at the head of the hall, wrapped up in a large fur cloak, and a cup of ale on the table in front of him as he dealt with the day's petitioners, his friend Theon standing close behind him, his hand casually resting on the hilt of his sword as he cockily looked around the room. The young Greyjoy enjoying the increase in influence he gained when his closest friend Robb became the acting Lord of Winterfell, and Warden of the North.

As for the other two young Stark children, Bran and Rickon, they were also both sat at the table, along with their mother, Catelyn Stark. The two of them both practicing their writing as they noted down what was going on around them, a duty Luwin usually did when Lord Eddard was taking petitions. But which their stern mother had volunteered them for, in order to free up some time for Luwin to go about his work, and give the boy's the practice they needed.

"Maester Luwin?" Robb asked, as he looked up at the Maesters arrival, his brow furrowing as he saw the anxious expression on the old man's face, and his hurried pace as he shuffled along, a rolled up parchment held tightly in one of his hands.

"My Lord." Luwin replied with a brief nod at the boy he'd seen grow form a babe, before he quickly approached the head table, not waiting for an invitation due to the urgency of the message. "We received a raven from King's Landing, and it has brought grave news."

Robb's expression hardened as he heard that, as too did the Lady Catelyn, both mother and son sharing a look for a moment before with a nod Robb reached out for the message, opening it up as he did so and quickly scanning through the contents.

Handing it over Luwin then waited patiently as Robb read the note, having already transcribed it to memory. Which is why he wasn't surprised when he saw Robb's expression becoming darker and darker the more he read.

"Robb?" Catelyn asked from where she was sat, her attention now on her eldest son's, along with the attention of nearly everyone else in the hall.

"Leave us." Robb commanded, his attention now on the Stark men at arms and the few remaining petitioners in the hall, some of whom had been waiting for hours to air their grievances to the current Lord of Winterfell.

A round of grumbling met that, even as the guardsmen began to move the commonfolk along. The room quickly emptying, until only Robb, his family, Theon and Luwin remained. The men at arms closing the door behind them as they left, leaving the once busy room feeling quite empty now.

"What does the letter say?" Catelyn asked her face paling as she quickly grabbed the letter form him, the moment Robb offered it to her.

"It was from Tytan. Apparently his father, King Robert, is dead, killed by a boar of all things, and he was has been named the new King of the Seven Kingdoms." Robb replied grimly.

"Well that's not too bad, I mean you and Tytan are mates aren't you?" Theon spoke up, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Surely having a friend on the Iron Throne is a bonus. Not that King Robert dying isn't bad…" Theon then added on when he saw Robb's grim look.

"Yes, I thought so. But apparently he has had my father arrested after he made treasonous accusation against the King's mother." Robb continued, his tone darkening and his hands clenching into fists. "Apparently father confronted Tytan at court, and made accusations, with no evidence, about the legitimacy of his brothers and sister, and the relationship between the Queen and her brother, Ser Jamie Lannister…"

"What!?" Bran snapped, his eyes widening as he looked to his older brother.

Theon also let out a sharp hiss, his eyes widening as the enormity of what Lord Stark had done computed.

"Robb's right, your father has been arrested and is currently in a noble's cell in the dungeons, awaiting his trial." Luwin spoke up with a sigh. "However the new King has also said that your father was manipulated by a member of the Small Council, and that he would do what he could for him as he knows that Eddard Stark isn't' a true traitor to the throne, and that he was instead just naive to the manipulation of snake's residing in King's Landing."

"Which means nothing." Catelyn suddenly snapped. "If Ned spoke treason to the King in front of all the noble's at court, then the only punishment he can give is either death or being sent to the Wall. Anything else and the King would be seen as either being weak, or expressing favouritism."

Robb scowled at that, but didn't reply.

Luwin however merely sighed. "We can only hope that Lord Stark takes the Black, at least then he can come back home to the North." It wasn't' ideal, but it would be better than death. Especially considering that Lord Stark would likely have a lot of influence at the Wall, enough that he could, to some degree, still remain a part of his families lives.

"What of Sansa and Arya?" Bran asked, ignoring the idea of his father either being forced to take the Black or executed, his tone filled with concern over the fate of his two sisters.

"They're both being kept in the Tower of the Hand, and being guarded by Stark men." Robb replied, calming down a bit at this, as he thought back on Tytan's letter. "Tytan has given his word that they will be returned to Winterfell after the conclusion of father's trial?"

"But can we trust him?" Theon spoke up with a scowl. "We could always call the banners and demand for him to be returned?"

"Silence you foolish boy!" Catelyn snapped, her expression angry as she glared at Theon. "Such an act would lead to the deaths of Ned, Arya and Sansa, and would then result in war. One which we would have no justification for and would lose, as the rest of the Seven Kingdoms would come for us, led by Tytan the Blessed, and bolstered by all the armies of the south!"

Theon flinched at that, before he looked down.

Sending him one more scathing look, Catelyn then looked to Robb. "You know the new King, do you think he is trustworthy?"

"Yes." Robb interrupted with a sigh. "Tytan is an honourable man, he will keep his word and return my sisters. But that also means that he will dispense justice too, which means father, if found guilty of treason will as you said, either be executed or sent to the Wall."

Catelyn Stark stood up at that. "Then we must help him, or at least convince him to take the Black."

"And we will," Robb replied. "Tytan has commanded that I come down South and swear fealty on behalf of House Stark. He also said I can speak up on my father's behalf if I want, and can then take my sisters back whilst I am down there."

"And you'll go?" Catelyn demanded. "The last few times a Stark went to King's Landing it ended in nothing but misfortune. Your grandfather and uncle were burned alive by the Mad King, and now your father has been accused of treason and imprisoned!"

"I trust Tytan." Robb replied bluntly, standing as he did so. "And so I will go!"

Master Luwin bowed at that. "I will see to the arrangements."

"Good." Robb replied with a nod, before he turned to Bran. "And whilst I'm gone you will have to take up the duties of Lord Stark in my absence. There must always be a Stark at Winterfell."

Bran looked taken aback at that, but still nodded anyway.

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(Back in King's Landing)

On the busy docks of King's Landing, a large wooden vessel docked up on one of the many wooden pontoons that now extended out from the city's docks. Many of which looked to be new made, as did some of the other dozen or so vessels the sailors could see bobbing about in the bay, most of which looked to be war galleys, some of which were fully furnished, with furled sails, and ballistae on the bows, stern and prow, and sailors on board checking the lines.

Clambering down the shaky wooden plank, two of his sailors had set up, the captain of the ship, Xaro, a black skinned man from the Summer Islands, dressed in flamboyant silks from Quarth, and with a steel sword from Braavos, walked onto the wooden pontoon. His dark eyes moving from the busy docks to the mighty walled city ahead of him, a city which he could see seemed to be having a lot of work done on the walls at the moment, as craftsmen set up scaffolding and stone masons got to work with maintenance and repairs.

Frowning as he saw this, Xaro then looked back to all the recently and partially constructed galleys he could see floating out in the bay, as well as the half a dozen ones he could see being constructed further down the shore at a different harbour. The construction yard being just about visible behind the large stone walls of the harbour.

Immediately Xaro could tell that something big had happened, and recently too, as these ships looked very new, as did the ongoing repairs, which had been going on the last time he was here, though a lot slower and with only a handful of workmen, as opposed to the hundreds he could see on the walls at the moment, it looked as if someone had breathed new life into the city.

"Bring out the cargo!" Xaro shouted as he looked back at his ship, grinning when he saw two of his men nod before retreating below deck, his smile widening when he heard outraged shouts following this, before a filthy, skinny man was dragged up on deck, his lank, silvery blonde hair shining in the sun as Xaro's two men dragged him off the boat and onto the pontoon.

"Unhand me! Unhand me you filth!" The man snarled, struggling all the while to break their grip, before moments later he froze, his violet eyes now staring up at the city of King's Landing ahead of him.

"Welcome home brat," Xaro grinned nastily as he looked down at the now scared Viserys Targaryen. "I know a certain King who will be eager to see you."

"Stop, no, don't take me there! He'll kill me!" Viserys then cried out as Xaro's two men continued to drag him down the pontoon, the rest of his crew slowly disembarking now too, as several of them began to scrub the decks as ordered to, whilst others prepared to go to the market and get more supplies. Most however were given some free time to enjoy, and looked more than eager to visit one of the famous brothels in King's Landing.

Xaro however, Xaro was planning on making a visit to the Red Keep and to the King, after all he had a Targaryen brat he might be interested in, as well as a nice little keepsake the brat had been holding onto.

With that in mind Xaro pulled the green stone the boy had been carrying from his leather bag, his brow furrowing as his finger curiously stroked the stone's scale like pattern. He could only hope the King would be interested in this trinket, otherwise it would be quite the pain in the arse to sell it.

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(Beyond the Wall)

As things were moving along in the south of the continent, in the far north, both Jon Snow, and his close friend Sam Tarly, were preparing to swear their oath to the Night's Watch, which since Jon prayed to the Old Gods, meant that he was able to swear his oath of fealty in front of a Heart Tree, one which stood in a grove just a few hundred metres beyond the Wall, in the icy, expansive forest that lay before the giant structure of icy. As for Sam, well he had decided to join him, as Jon was his only friend at the Night's Watch and for some reason he felt compelled to go through with his oath alongside his soon to be brother.

Joining the two young men was also a group of full-fledged Night's Watchmen, all of them wearing black dyed leather arm and thick black cloaks of wool. The half a dozen men all holding onto the hilts of their swords as they warily surveyed their surroundings, all of them feeling quite antsy to be beyond the Wall. Especially since the last scouting patrol that was sent out, led by the Head Ranger, Benjen Stark, never returned, with all of them being missing, presumed dead.

Arriving at the Heart tree, a Weirwood tree with the god's face carved in and blood coming from its eyes. Sam and Jon both took a knee, both of them feeling more than a little awkward as the men around them watched on.

"Here my words and bear witness to my vow. Night gathers and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no land, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glories. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness, I am the watcher on the walls, I am the shield that guards the realm of men. I pledge my life and honour to Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come." Jon and Sam then both spoke in unison, reciting their oaths as they pledged their lives in eternal servitude to the Night's Watch.

"You knelt as boys, rise now as men of the Night's Watch." One the Watchmen then said as both Sam and Jon stood up, the men around them giving a half-hearted cheer and clapping them on the back, their enthusiasm a bit more subdued than it would otherwise be as the dark forest around them covered them in its shadow.

It was as this was happening that Jon saw Ghost, his pet Direwolf, walking out of the forest with something in his mouth. The giant white wolf nearly blending in with its icy surroundings as it padded over to Jon.

"What's he got there?" Sam asked, his attention on the thing in the wolf's mouth.

"To me, Ghost. Bring it here." Jon said, waving Ghost over to him, with the wolf padding over upon his word, before it opened its jaws and dropped a twitching, severed hand onto the ground.

"Gods be good!" Sam exclaimed with shock, even as the other Night's Watchmen drew their swords. Jon however just looked at the hand, noticing as he did that it still twitched.

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(Further beyond the Wall)

Far beyond the wall, further than the Night's Watch had ever been before, a large horde continued to shamble south. Its legions made up of tens of thousands of emaciated and frozen corpses, many of which were still wearing the rotten furs and rusted armour they had died in, an assortment of bone and bronze weapons clasped in their hands as they moved south.

The only sound the legion of the dead made as they moved was the sound of thumbing feet, rattling bones and the occasional call of carrion birds as they feasted on the flesh of the dead. Despite that though the legion continued ever southward, leaving the Land of Always Winter as they moved towards the warmer lands of man, butchering any living being they found, be they human, giant or creature. Each of their victims then being risen and joining the ever growing ranks of the undead.

At the head of this horde dozens of black armoured creatures rode upon the backs of undead horses. The creatures had desiccated skin as white as snow, glowing blue eyes and wispy white hair. Each of them, male and female, were clad in black armour, reminiscent of the kind worn by the Night's Watch in the ages past, and held in their hands were spears and swords that looked to be forged of pure ice.

Leading these white skin creatures was another of their kin, only this one rode upon the back of a colossal white spider, a crown of horns protruding from his skull as he stood on his mount, controlling the army of the dead with his will and terrifying magic, as they made their way toward the great Wall.

A blizzard of ice and snow forever following behind the legion, bringing with them a winter that would never end.

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AN: So what did you all think? I hope you enjoyed it?

This chapter was actually quite important, as it not only moved the plot along, it also touched on an important aspect, the power of a name and the identity that's is connected to said name. I some people have raised question about why I changed his name, and that was for a number of reason, but it wasn't done on a whim.

Also this chapter finally brings Viserys and the egg to Percy, which will be dealt with in the coming chapters. On top of that next chapter sees the arrival of Margery, with whom Percy will have an interesting relationship. Similarly he will have an interesting relationship with the shapeshifting Leaf to, who like the White Walkers I have taken some liberalities in regards to expanding upon her character and abilities.

Either way the next chapter will have a lot in it, including some much needed interaction with Joffrey as the little shit has been absent from the last few chapters.

Other than that I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and leave a comment or a review.

Please check out my other stories too if you fancy.

Thanks for reading.