Author's Notes: I wish to thank my William563 for his hard work in editing as well as beta reading this chapter. I'd also like to thank my readers for your reviews and i can assure you that you'll find out more on the characters as we progress throughout the story. Now with that said... Enjoy!

Ch. 1

In old Europe, legends and rumors spread rampantly like wildfire across the open plains. While some rumors are nothing more than tall-tales, created by those who love telling stories, but there is one immutable truth that runs across the land. Yet no matter how true it may be, it seems like a legend. A simple truth: the horse gave us dominion over the land and the ship over the sea but dominion over the clear blue skies came from the dragon.

In the year of our Lord 1520 A.D. peace roams across the land and yet some places still show the scars of not only the Great War, which gripped the continent for seven years, but also the Great Plague also known as "The Black Death." Over a hundred years have passed since the Great Plague gripped the land and over thirty years since the Great House War ceased, and Europe finally has a chance to heal from all the destruction and chaos. Unfortunately, for some of the houses, they may never get the opportunity to recover.

Before the Seven Years' War, there were seven great families, with two minor ones, which ruled over the land: Berringer, Arryn, Casterly, Greymane, Tully, Martell, Westergaard, Grimmborn, and Haddock. The war's history was shrouded in mystery; everyone was a hero and a villain. Who were the aggressors and victims? All common questions asked surrounding every great war. One thing was sure; NO family was spared during or after the war. War is a cruel mistress; she may prosper some while leaving others in chaos and ruin.

Each house suffered significant damage that they may be unable to recover from; Berringer's fleet was decimated in the Forbidden North by the Haddocks. Casterly was splintered from its fight with Arryn and Tully. The Greymanes were shattered from attacks from the Westergaards but were still able to do some damage, allowing the Grimmborns to fend off an invasion from House Westergaard. House Martell had one of its port cities burned to the ground thanks to Berringer.

With all this destruction and devastation there was some good to come out of the Seven Years' War; with the Haddock fleet helping in the Battle of Iceland Strait, the Martells invited the Haddocks to the peace table to negotiate an alliance for the houses. Even after defeating house Tyrell, the Grimmborns allowed the Tyrells to keep a portion of their land. As several house families prepared for the long road of recovery ahead, others are in utter disarray.

The Berringers, Casterlys, and Greymanes suffered the heaviest causalities in the war, and only a handful of each household remained, resulting in all three families abandoning their ancestral home and go into hiding, never to seen or heard from again. House Arryn and Westergaard were a bit more fortunate in that they only lost a little more than half their forces, unlike the Arryns, the Westergaards lost a couple of the main house members in the war. After the war, the Arryns were able to negotiate a peace treaty with its neighbors to the west.

While not completely unscathed: house Martell, Haddock, Tully and Grimmborn suffered minor to moderate damage during the war. In the Avondale convention, the Haddocks and Martells came to the peace table and an agreeance on an alliance but worried about a possible threat in the near future or a death in the family the Martells offered a single condition to the Haddocks for both their future endeavors.

The King proposed that should there ever come a day when the Nation is ever ruled by a queen the Haddocks would offer them an upcoming chief to be married to the queen. In exchange the Haddocks would command the armies and navy of the Martell kingdom of Arendelle. Naturally, boons and counter-proposals were made on top of the settlement. After much back and forth the two families came to an agreement that they penned and signed,

"We the the heads of houses Haddock and Martell foreswear that the heir of House Haddock is to be wed to a future Queen of House Martell should a son of Martell refuse the throne or be seen as unfit to lead. Henceforth, House Haddock will hold the honour of Commander of the Army and Navy in Arendelle as compensation and as gratitude, for their assistance in House Martell's fight against the Berringers in the Seven Years' War. Today we will also commence trade of men and material between the two houses.We hope this alliance will bring forth strength, stability and prosperity to both Houses and Kingdoms. May the Union of these two houses be blessed in the sight of our Lord and stand with Honor and Courage.

Semper Fidelis est omne tempus.

Signed

Vladimir Haddock,, Olsen Martell, Stoick Haddock, Agnar Martell and Spitlout Jorgenson."

While the signing of the Savengarde accords, in the Avondale convention, was underway, House Tully was looking to regain some ground; even if they had not suffered considerable losses in military power, they lost trading partners with the Greymanes and Tyrells along with their port cities. House Tully, with a bit of hope, sent envoys to strike up a trade agreement with the neighboring kingdom. They never expected to receive such positive feedback from their sister nation.

It's been over thirty years since the Seven Years' War and for the first time in what seems like an eternity, old Europe finally gets the long-awaited peace it so rightfully deserves. Though peace reigns supreme throughout the land, there are those who, instead of maintaining order, harbor bitterness and hatred of the peace and looks to disrupt it. The family of Shadows is one such group.

A tall, slender man, dressed in black with hair as dark as night and complexion almost as white as snow but with a silver hue, known as "Pitch" glosses over the world from the shadows. With a smile the devil himself would be proud of; Pitch ponders over the state of the world, "Ahh, Earth, such a cute little world and yet it's missing something…" he rubs his chin before looking at the blue world and continues, "a touch of fear."

Pitch reaches for the globe to unleash his power of fear and darkness unto the world but retracts his hand still maliciously grinning stating, "What kind of person would I be if didn't allow the people a chance to recover from the chaos and disorder that befell them a few years prior. Besides, what's the point if it's not a spectacle?" Then proceeds to fold both his arms behind his back and slowly encircles the globe wondering what to do or rather what shall he do to them.

While Pitch was pondering his thoughts on the how to spread his fear, Eris, his wife, came to greet him. Like her husband, Eris was a beautiful slender woman with long, flowing, raven black hair; wearing a colorful tunic of Night. Her complexion was also pale but with a turquoise hue. If there's one thing that Eris loved to spread it was chaos and destruction however possible. Some people even worshipped her as a goddess earning her the nickname "the Goddess of Chaos." Eris strode into the constellation room with a gleam in her eye.

Upon seeing his wife in such a good mood Pitch gave a sly grin for he knew that when Eris is happy; a 'beautiful death' will soon fall upon the world below. With the tips of his fingers brought together Pitch greeting his wife, "Good afternoon my dear, what has you in such a great mood? you're absolutely glowing."

Eris, beaming with a smile so huge it could send an armada of ships ablaze, gladly answers her husband "All the destruction, the chaos spreading over the land for the last hundred and twenty-four years was just so… RIVETING!"

Pitch upon seeing the contentment on his wife's face, walks over, caresses Eris' face and whispers "My beautiful evening star, biological warfare is no easy task; be proud of the damage you caused in the world."

"Oh, I am proud of the work I've done, and I'm eagerly waiting for the chance to spread chaos and destruction even further. This never felt like a job because I love what I do and I enjoy watching the humans squirm," Eris proudly proclaims.

Pitch's face lights up with all the love he has for this woman utters, "There's the lady I fell in love with." He closes the distance and kisses her.

Once the kiss is broken Eris asks, "What about you my shining supernova? Orchestrating the Seven Years' War was quite ingenious if you ask me."

With a slight chuckle, Pitch responds "Thank you, my dear; it was nothing really. You laid down the foundation making my job easier."

"Think nothing of it my sweet," Eris replies. Having his thoughts race back to him, Pitch glances back at the Earth. Seeing her husband facial expression, Eris asks, "Something on your mind, you've been glancing back and forth between me and the world?"

Appreciating the worry she has for him, Pitch slow walks towards the globe and answers, "As devious as I am, I often wonder about battle statistics and so on." He smacks his lips and changes the subject, "Tell me, when it comes to the Seven Years' War what was your favorite part?"

Eris took a moment to ponder her husband's question for in that particular war they both had their hands full, but luckily, she had a response, "Hmm if I had to choose out of the whole war I'd have to say the Battle of Riders Pass."

"The Grimmborns' victory over the Tyrells in a Hannibal style ambush, very refreshing and an excellent choice from the war;" Pitch mused over Eris' selection of contest.

Eris then replied, "what about you pitch; what was your favorite part in this war."

"I'd have to say the Battle of Iceland Strait," Pitch answers.

"How come?" Eris uttered.

Pitch continued, "That battle could have taken a turn for the worst, the Martells made a strategic error when positioning their fleet and had the Arryns delivered on their promise to help the Berringers; both the Haddock and Martell fleet would have been annihilated." He smirks "Though, it is also possible that we might have seen Stoick the Vast actually give into becoming a Berserker. That would have been entertaining."

Eris recalled a stray thought that had always bothered her, "Two interesting points of battle but to shift our disscussion what I don't understand is why after defeating the Tyrells did the Grimmborns allow them to keep a portion of their land?"
"Are you really asking such an obvious question?" Pitch uttered with a slight turn to look at Erin. "My dear, for humanity, generosity is nothing more than a formality; a way to show goodness while hiding your motives."

Smiling Eris comes upon the truth, "Ahhh! For the Grimmborns are following an old proverb; after the war, make allies." Eris sighed seductively, "I don't know when or where but I will love to see this world burn once more. How do you plan to top the previous war and watch this world burn?"

"I will answer that question with this proverb: there's a time to plant, a time to water and a time to harvest," Pitch replies. Eris raises an eyebrow in slight confusion for she didn't understand what Pitch was getting at. "Simply put dear all great plans start by sowing seeding." He continued.

"If I hear you correctly, what you're saying is if we want something done right we have to do it ourselves," Eris replied with a succulent smirk, her core warming at the thought.

"Exactly," Pitch declares before continuing "but once we set foot on Earth we may need someone to speak for us. Other than that, we will be able to have our fun. Show some restraint for the beginning."

Eris smiling most maliciously says, "I will have no problems with those orders my dark star."

And so Pitch and Eris descend upon Earth in what seems like a thousand years. Once their feet have touched ground zero of this world, they began the work they loved so much. Eight years, after the war in 1492, Pitch and Eris' son J.G. Facilier was born.