Winds of Change

Chapter 01

AN: Hello all, and thank you to everyone who reviewed or added the story to favorites and alerts. This is another set up chapter but it's important to the overall story. A few Naruto characters will be introduced but a word of warning they are different and much, much older than their cannon counterparts. Anyway with that said here we go.

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Year 267 AC

Rickard Stark was enjoying this second chance at life. He'd woken with a feeling of strength and exuberance he'd not felt in years beside his beloved Lyarra and had simply watched her in her sleep. She was beautiful, a true winter rose if ever there was someone who could be equal to such beauty. It had been while he'd been taking in her features that he'd noticed the swell in her belly, and he'd known that she was well into her pregnancy with Benjen. With that being the case that would make Lyanna nearly a year old, Eddard four and Brandon 5, all of them still young and innocent of the ways of the world and the evil that inhabited it. One of his biggest regrets was that he had not enjoyed his time with them when they were at this age, too busy with his southern ambitions, that had only gotten worse after Lyarra passed and they began to age. He had missed most of their growth leaving them in the care of Nan while he went about his work, so much so that their personalities had missed him. That would be a mistake that would not be repeated, he swore to himself and the Old Gods he would do better, be better.

When she finally awoke he had taken the time to simply hold her in his arms, allowing himself the vulnerability he'd never done previously. Then they'd talked, not of the North or the South or anything so foolish, instead they'd spoken of their family. Aside from themselves their children and her sister they were the last last bit of blood of House Stark, though now that they had the benefit of the knowledge they'd gained they knew this was no accident. That said working together the two of them would ensure that their house would flourish in the times ahead.

That however had been a few weeks ago, time in which Winterfell began preparations for the arrival of the Northern Lords. He'd summoned all of them to Winterfell for a council, something that had not been called for outside of war times in many years but would have to be done if both their own plans and the directives he'd been given were to proceed. Furthermore he'd directed them to bring their wives and if they had an heir that was of age and could be of aid then they were also directed to bring them as well. Maester Walys had of course tried to discover information recording the meeting but he'd frozen him out, the Hightower bastard would play no part in this meeting.

He himself had spent much of his time sequestered within the Lords section of Winterfell's library, a place that many did not even know existed, and a place he'd not entered since his father was buried. He'd known even before their return to the living world that he'd need to pay the place a visit and in his studies he'd discovered many secrets that previous Lords and even Kings of Winter had hidden therein. He shared what he found only with Lyarra and they'd adapted or come up with new plans to implement some of what had been found. Some of what they had found they'd been unable to use but knew would come in handy in the future, such thoughts however were interrupted by a knock on the door of his solar.

"Come." Called Rickard

The person to enter was a young boy, only 9 named Evin of House Cassel. He was not surprised to see him, Evin was a runner one of many children who were sent to deliver messages when not in his lessons which helped to earn coin for his family.

"Apologies mi-lord, there are a pair of travelers at the gate. They say they were sent by someone called Thor."

"Allow them entry and have them escorted here. Also have someone send my wife to meet us as well, she is currently with my children in the library." Said Rickard.

"At once m'lord." Said Evin before stepping back and closing the door.

It didn't take too long for Lyarra to arrive carrying Lyanna in her arms. Within twenty minutes of her arrival there was another knock on the door before it was opened to admit a pair of people, one male and one female. The man was quite tall, perhaps and equal to himself in height and well-built fair skin. He had waist-length, spiky white hair, similar to a Targaryen tied back into a ponytail, with two shoulder-length bangs framing his face and there were red lines under his eyes which extended down to the bottom of his face. The woman wash much shorter even a few inches shorter than Lyarra and had brown eyes with straight blonde hair that parts above her forehead, allowing a purple diamond sharped marking to be seen in the center of her forehead. Her hair has shoulder-length bangs that frame her face and the rest reaches her lower-back. Though blonde she looked nothing like a Lannister and next to her they would actually appear quite plain as this woman was honestly amongst the most beautiful he'd ever seen. The two were introduced as Jiraiya and Tsunade, strange names in his opinion but ones he committed to memory all the same.

"When Lord Naruto said he was sending aid I didn't think it would be this soon." Said Lyarra almost as soon as the door was closed.

"Yeah, well the brat was never one to waste time on something he thought important." Said Jiraiya.

"What plans do you have at the moment?" questioned Tsunade.

For the next while they spoke on their plans with Jiraiya and Tsunade adding their own input. Jiraiya as it turns out was an experienced spymaster and had been sent to help them build their own network something neither of them had taken into consideration before. Tsunade however was a healer and one who went about it by way of magic from what he understood. Her primary function there was to ensure Lyarra survived the birthing bed. The two of them however were also experienced combatants and would be helping with the training of their people. In doing this they'd imparted on them the knowledge on tools and tricks their people had used that had been discarded over time amongst other things.

Over the next few weeks he'd watched as the two of them helped in the training of a small select group of individuals. They taught not just armed combat but unarmed as well, making those they trained look like green boys in the process quite easily as well. Northerners were a hard people but watching the two of them break those men made Rickard question how much they had lost in the time since the Andals had first invaded or the Targaryen conquest. They liked to say 'the North remembers' but Jiraiya liked to remind him they'd forgotten much as well. Brandon and Eddard had begun their training under the two of them as well and as they were so small it was simply the basics for hand to hand lessons, stances and the like for the most part. The boys had been happy to start in their lessons in this regard and Jiraiya had them thinking of it more as a game than anything at this point.

He was thankful for this at the moment as it gave him one less worry at the moment. Lyarra had gone into labor shortly after they'd broken their fast this morning and had been taken back to their chambers by Tsunade for the birthing. Prior to this Lyarra had been examined quite a few times by Tsunade, the first time in which she'd had to remove poison from her system, something she'd had to do every few weeks since then. He was thankful for Tsunade, especially now as he had no doubt that left in the care of Walys his dear Lyarra would die. As it was he was still worried but not deathly afraid as he'd been the last time when she'd died in the process.

To distract not just himself but his children they were all currently in his solar as the boys went about their lessons. In this instance they were learning to read and write in the Old Way, Brandon for instance had taken to the Old Tongue quite easily but struggled in his study of runes. Eddard conversely took easier to runes but struggled with the Old Tongue, though he had no doubt that in time both would become quite fluent in both. He was also studying in this way though he was further along in the study as he could keep later hours than the boys. At the moment he was not working but instead had his time occupied by Lyanna who he was taking care to feed. A short string of knocks at his door was soon distracting him and had him calling for them to enter.

"Sorry to disturb mi-lord." Came a familiar young voice.

Looking over he was greeted to the sight of another young boy this one by the name of Justan Poole, the second son of Arin Poole, the Captain of the Winter Town guard.

"Riders have arrived in Winter Town, Lords Manderly, Karstark and Umber are all a day's ride away" Said the young boy.

"Alright. Find Lady Fryda and ask her to have rooms prepared for them." Said Rickard getting an affirmative from the boy before he left the room.

The door however did not close and instead was pushed open as another figure entered. This one was a young lady, on the cusps of adulthood that he knew as Breana, who'd been acting as Tsunade's helper over the last few weeks.

"It's over. Lady Tsunade says both are fine and you should come meet your son." Said Breana with a bright smile, one he couldn't help but return as he stood to his feet with Lyanna.

"Alright boys, let's go see your mother."

As the Northern Lords arrived over the next few days it was to find the residents of both Winter Town and Winterfell in a celebratory mood due to the birth of Lord Stark's newest son Benjen. Food was brought down from Winterfell from the Lords feast for the town's residence allowing them to eat a quality of food they wouldn't normally receive based on their own efforts. The Lords had traveled light on men with anywhere from 30 to 50 in their party. While the Nobles and minor lords were afforded rooms within Winterfell itself the regular guards were being roomed in Winter Town which allowed them to join in on the celebratory atmosphere.

At the moment the Great Hall in Winterfell was full of Lords and Ladies as they met with their Warden. They were a boisterous lot as they ate and made merry however that came to a halt and a serious mood settled on the room as the meal ended and the remains were collected. They were surprised as servants brought in parchment, quills and inkwells allowing them to take notes of the meeting. For the most part the women took hold of these instruments though there were a few of the men who felt confident enough of their writing ability to do so themselves.

"It's been nearly twelve thousands years since our ancestors came to this land. In the three hundred years since the Conquest we have been reduced in stature by the southerner's, they believe us savages believe themselves better than us, yet every time something goes wrong we have to travel south to take care of it. I have grown sick of this insult and those of you who fought with us in the last war may well be just as sick. To that end my wife and I have decided we will change this narrative." Stated Rickard his words enough to catch the attention of every person in the room.

"To do this certain steps must be taken, steps all of us may be uncomfortable with." Stated Lyarra surprising many that she was even present let alone speaking in this meeting.

"Each of us will do an exploration of our lands for trade able goods or even metals and gemstones. We our not a material people I know but it is a necessary evil for our children's future." Said Lyarra

"White Harbor will become a trading hub and not just an outpost. This means we will send people out from the Harbor to engage in trade in other lands." Said Rickard.

"Do we have ships capable of such a thing?" questioned Rodrick Ryswell

"We will. I have found Brandon the Shipwrights plans. It has been some time since they were designed however and I'm sure they can be improved upon. With that in mind aside from merchant ships we will also be rebuilding our naval fleet. We will have shipyards built for White Harbor, Sea Dragon Point, Flint's Finger and Bear Island." Said Lord Rickard.

"That will definitely help defend us from any more Ironborn raids." Said Jeor Mormont

"We will also build our own bank. The king won't raise our taxes and we'll not be sending our coin outside of our reach. We will need people very good with numbers to run it and the rules regarding it and our spending will be very strict. We will not be doing this just to end up like those weak southerners, especially the Reachmen." Said Lyarra much to the agreement of the group.

"We will also be training every man, woman and child for combat. For too long we've acted like Southerners and followed their customs, we are Northmen it is long passed time we revived our own." Said Rickard.

"Are you sure you want to send women into battle?" questioned Lord Manderly.

"You have southern roots, so I'll let that one slide. Our shield maidens were active in battle until the conquest. We follow the Old Gods as such those who die nobly in battle are the most honored and get to see paradise while those who die of old age or sickness will not." Said Lyarra

"We don't raise weak women in the North nor do we celebrate them." Said Lady Ranel Glover, something that got support from all the women who were truly of the North.

"Next we will be reviving The Fangs of Fenrir." Said Lord Stark causing a dead silence to come over the room.

Rhaella Targaryen was enjoying her second chance at life, much more than she had her first. She'd awoken nearly three years ago now, in the aftermath of what had been her second miscarriage. The version of her that had emerged from her rooms at that point had been much different from what many had expected for instead of a broken woman she'd emerged as a dragon. Aerys as both her brother and husband had noticed the change immediately and had actually been pleased to see it. That had surprised her, until she realized this version of her brother had only been king for two years at that point and as such had not yet been twisted by the manipulators surrounding him, much less the horrors of Duskensdale. Rhaegar had been barely five at the time and she'd quite easily been able to take charge of his scholarly education and pointed him in the direction she knew he needed to be in.

In the years since then she had emerged as a true player in the Great Game instead of just another pawn as she'd been in her last life. On top of her normal duties she had not only taken on the responsibility of educating Rhaegar but at this point had also taken on the duties of Master of Coin and handled their foreign affairs and as such she was an incredibly busy woman. This had the benefit of removing even the slightest thought of her being unfaithful in her marriage as everyone including her husband knew she had purposely buried herself in work. This work had not ceased even now that she was clearly pregnant yet again, something that seemed to be a surprise to the court at large. That however wasn't the only thing her influence had changed as it had even effected the Small Council itself. In her first go through of life the Master of Laws had been Lord Symond Staunton and the Master of Coin Lord Quarlton Chelsted. This time the Master of Law was Ser Aeron Royce, the younger brother of Lord Yohn Royce of the Vale while she was performing the duties of Master of Coin, in effect removing two of the biggest contributors of turning Aerys against Rhaegar.

At the moment she was located like many in the Throne Room, though she stood on an upper level with Rhaegar looking down on the scene, unlike everyone else who stood on the ground floor. They were whispers that something major had happened in the North but for the most part the place was quiet. Their Master of Whispers had also been unable to get further details, something that unnerved everyone, and she'd noticed Tywin had been especially displeased, which caused her no end of amusement. They had however sent a raven stating someone would be coming to speak with the king and they had seen ships flying Northern banners coming into the harbor earlier in the day. The room was already packed, both with the regular day to day of court life and those coming just to see the Northern visitors.

For the most part she ignored the goings on of the court instead her focus on teaching Rhaegar how to read the room and how to look past words to see their intentions. Rhaegar was of course a quick study and always had been only now she was seeing it for herself firsthand instead of hearing reports about it. As a plus she'd gotten him out from the influence of septas and maesters, instead teaching him to embrace his inner dragon early instead of suppressing it. It was only upon the arrival of the Northerners to the room that the normal proceedings stopped.

"Tell me Rhaegar, which houses are part of the Northern contingent?" questioned Rhaella.

Rhaegar himself was still a young boy, only just seeing his eighth name day pass and as this was a question typical for his age.

"I see the merman of House Manderly and the sunburst of House Karstark." Said Rhaegar after a few several long moments of observation.

Before she could speak on this answer the group parted to let a figure through and Rhaella felt her eyebrow raise as a woman stepped forward, she was beautiful and though not a look a like it was clear she was related to Lyarra Stark, perhaps the sister she spoke of in the beyond. Looking over to Aerys she was pleased to note he looked intrigued in the new arrival instead of insulted.

"Well now it seems Lord Stark has sent quite a group to see me. I recognize the Karstark and Manderly sigils but not you my lady." Said Aerys.

"My name is Branda Stark your grace." Said the woman surprising many judging by the murmuring of the crowd.

"That would make you Lady Starks elder sister, however I was told you were living in the Stormlands." Said Aerys.

"I was I married into House Amberly. My husband died in the war however and we had no children. Rather than stay and become a burden I elected to return home where I could be of use." said the woman

"Then tell me my lady why has your Lord sent you here?" questioned Aerys.

"A few reasons. The first is to inform you that House Bolton is now extinct, their castle, the Dreadfort, has been burned to its foundations and its remains seized by House Stark. The maester in charge of the Dreadfort Barneby has been executed for failing to report the crimes of the late Lord Bolton." Said Lady Stark stunning the room.

"Oh, and what crimes were committed?" questioned Aerys.

"They were hunting and terrorizing the small folk for sport, feeding them to dogs. Worse still they were flaying them, some of them while they were still alive. Thus they broke the treaty between our houses and as such Lord Stark executed the penalty as written as part of that treaty." Said the woman much to the horror and disgust of many in the room, even Tywin looked taken aback.

"And the maester?" questioned Aerys.

"He failed to report this and when confronted stated he didn't answer to the Starks, only the Citadel. Lord Stark corrected him on this notion."

"My King, Lord Stark was out of line, maesters answer only to the Citadel." Stated Grand Maester Pycelle.

"Not in the North fool. That was one of the agreed upon terms between Aegon and Torhen just for us to not kill you fools for daring to try entering our lands again." Said Lady Branda quickly.

"If I may your grace." Spoke Tywin getting a nod from Aerys.

"Why wasn't a raven sent explaining this news?" questioned Tywin.

"It was unwise, two maesters have been executed, Lord Stark doesn't trust other maesters to tell you the whole truth of what is reported, instead of trying to enact vengeance in error like this fool did." Said the woman

"Two maesters?" questioned Aerys.

"Maester Walys, the one assigned to Winterfell was executed for treason. It was discovered he'd been poisoning my sister. She'd have died in the birthing bed or lost her child were it not discovered and corrected in time." The silence that met this was deafening and even Aerys and Tywin were affected this time.

"Offer my congratulations to Lord Stark on the birth of his child on your return. This would be his third child as well correct." said the King after a moment to regain himself.

"Fourth your grace. My niece Lyanna was born just last year, this one was a boy named Benjen." Said the woman.

"It seems Lord Stark is quite fortunate in that way. How was the poisoning discovered?" Remarked and questioned Tywin.

"A healer, my father apparently befriended during his wanderer days. She and her husband are on a tour of the world and came to pay their respects. She discovered and neutralized the poison quite easily."

"Anything else?" questioned Aerys

"Yes, Lord Stark has a number of projects in the works. The navy is being rebuilt in order to rebuff and discourage further Iron Born attacks on our people. He also plans to open up White Harbor for greater trade. The Company of Roses is returning to the North and the Fangs of Fenrir have been reactivated. Finally he will be trying to treat with the wildlings in order to stop the attacks on our people." Said Lady Branda.

"It seems you all have much work ahead then. Tell me, what are you offering in trade?" questioned Aerys.

"That I haven't been informed of your grace."

That night found a tired Rhaella relaxing in her room. She was currently in the bath though nothing of her could be seen due to the soap suds in the water. The meeting had lasted a little longer and they'd been surprised again as Lord Stark had sent five years' worth of taxes so that he would be free to work on his projects with no worry. It had surprised everyone that Lord Stark had enough coin on hand that he could do such a thing and still have enough to cover his new projects. She knew that any other Lord in his position would have needed to take out a loan from the Iron Throne just to do just one of his bigger projects, but Lord Stark had no need to. According to Branda it was because northerners weren't frivolous with their coin as their lands were too harsh even in the summer for such things.

Even further shocking was that he'd been able to call back the Company of Roses, Northerner's who'd left rather than give up their freedom to the Conqueror. Over the years many other northerners had apparently joined that number, third and fourth sons, bastards or anyone just looking for a better life, especially since the Wall had been turned into little more than a prison now due southern interference. The meeting between them had ended shortly after and she'd had Rhaegar taken to begin his martial lessons by Ser Barristan. She'd had another more private meeting with Lady Stark in her solar where they covered a few more topics. It was in this meeting that she was presented with a letter from Lord Stark, one that was for only the eyes of herself and her husband. The letter had stated that the former apprentice of the healer who had seen to Lyarra Stark would be coming to Westeros as well only by way of Essos with her husband and that they would be stopping in Kings Landing. In that letter had been details of the ship as well as the healer and her husband. She had as such quietly sent word to look out for the ship or the two individuals and escort them to her, Aerys was the only one she'd informed of this and after some brief explanation had agreed to keep it quiet and not start any digging of his own at this point.

"I thought I'd find you like this." Came a voice cutting into her thoughts.

Looking up she was greeted to the sight of Aerys. For a brief moment she was taken aback then quickly realized this wasn't the monster that had tormented her. This version of Aerys was still her brother and didn't see her as a valyrian whore to slate his lusts on. She'd long since taken command of their lovemaking, taking her queue from the lesson's she'd watched her daughter learn while submerged in the water before she began this new life. With Aerys she'd learned to use her cunt as a weapon which had allowed her to gain the influence she had over him.

"You'd soak yourself too if you had to experience the aches and pains of carrying a child." Said Rhaella.

"This healer did Lady Stark tell you how they discovered and removed the poison?" questioned Aerys.

"Magic." The word got the reaction she was expecting as his eyes went wide in surprise.

"Yes apparently in the lands they hail from magic is widely practiced and many people have learned to use it to heal. I'm hopeful the healer that comes here will be able to help with Rhaegar as well." Said Rhaella.

"Rhaegar, what's wrong with him?" questioned Aerys

"He has Dragon Dreams. He doesn't realize it of course but he does. I'm hoping that perhaps there is some crossover between our magic and theirs, enough it least to point him in the right direction so that he could control his visions." Said Rhaella

"How long has this been happening?" questioned the king.

"Not long and they come sporadically, sometimes months, even years apart. I didn't realize what they were until he Lady Stark arrived today, he dreamed of her arrival months ago.

"You wish to know the future?" questioned Aerys his tone surprised.

"No, the past. There is so much that was lost in the Doom, he could learn all of that. Plus why did the dragons die out, they say it was living in the pits but I don't believe it. With this ability he could answer so many questions." Said Rhaella.

The deserts of Dorne were a harsh place and was one of the hottest deserts in the known world second only to the Red Waste in Essos in terms of size and heat, though its landscape was more diverse in appearance. It featured mountains, plateaus, sand- and gravel-covered plains, salt flats, basins, depressions and most famously sand dunes some of which stood taller than even the famous Wall in the North. For Doran Martell this meant little to nothing as at nineteen years of age he was now well use to traversing it. Elia and Oberyn now ten and nine respectively had been able to help him with the research but the exploration was left to him with a carefully selected team. By this point the team had been with him on searches from up and down the River Rhoyne in Essos and across Dorne.

To date they had found many things, among them historical artifacts they'd been praised for, but never what he'd been searching for. Over the past year Elia and Oberyn had been helping now that they had their memories of their past lives to call upon and they'd found a few clues to point them in the right direction. He knew a few of his team were wondering what it was he was searching for as after all they found he hadn't been satisfied but none had given voice to it to him.

"Found something!" the call broke him from his thoughts and had him looking over to the speaker

The speaker was a huge man by the name of Belano, who stood nearly eight feet in height putting him at a size comparable to The Mountain. He had black hair that was styled into individual box style braids, courtesy of Elia and dark skin that was rippling with muscles. Doran had found him in Pentos, a slave then only fourteen yet taller than many grown men. Taking a page from the playbook of Daenerys Targaryan he'd purchased him from his owner then freed him. Belano had agreed to stay with him in gratitude and had been with him for the last five years. Moving over to him he found him standing looking over the ridge of the dune and his team numbering twelve including himself were quick to move towards him. Coming to stand along side him he soon saw a spire buried into the sand.

"Good work, Belano." Said Doran

"That looks like sandstone, and in pretty rough shape too." This speaker was Gerrad of House Dayne.

"Right, lets grab the tools and see if we can break our way in." spoke Corban Sand, the son of Lord Tremond Gargalen whom he himself had once squired for.

"Grab some ladders as well, no sense making two trips."

The last voice was Mellario, his lover. Like the first time he met her on his tour of Essos while he'd been in Norvos. Only this time he'd taken things slower with her, not allowing the whirlwind of emotion and lust to dictate things as it had the last time. This time he'd seduced her with tales of adventure, travelling to see new places and discover their lost history and as such they bonded as friends long before he'd taken her as a lover. She was now his closest confidant, outside of Elia and Oberyn, and was effectively his right hand. Also unlike last time he'd agreed to her learning to wield weapons and now she was quite deadly with both a spear and a scimitar. As it was in the entirety of their party she and Belano were the only ones who knew exactly what he was searching for and why.

It took nearly an hour but they were able to make an entrance cutting a four foot block out of the tower, enough for them to slide through to enter. It was Eveya Sand, the daughter of Lord Ormond Yronwood that was the first to see the inside. She was the shortest member of their party at 5'3 but it meant nothing in the face of his skill as a warrior, nor did her beauty. Her size made her the perfect person for tight entrances as not only was she short but she was also slim and flexible which had worked out extremely well on their trips over the years. Crouching she approached the edge of their man made entrance and dropped a lit torch inside watching for it to hit the bottom.

"One ladder is enough, there's a stairway not far beneath us." Said the young lady as she backed out of the hole.

The ladders themselves were different than the ones most on the continent used as instead of mostly wood they were made of rope with the wooden planks. They were only fifty feet in length but could be attached to each other to increase the length if necessary as there were hooks on both ends of the ladders and latches to hold them in place. Soon enough the ladder was in place and one by one they descended into the building though they had to drop the last foot to land on the floor. Upon landing they quickly realized why there was a staircase as windows were spaced every ten feet going down the stairs, which were made of stone and despite the time that had passed showed not a single bit of ware on them from the ages.

"The hell is this place?" questioned Aenar Dayne as they traveled along the bottom, though he was from the cadet branch of High Hermitage, whereas Gerrad was of the main house of Starfall.

"If our research was correct, we may have just found Nymeria's Sanctuary."

"Nymeria's what?!" exclaimed Eveya spinning towards him in shock.

"Nymeria's Sanctuary. From what Elia, Oberyn and I were able to discover it seems she had this place built in secret from the Dornish Houses, only her husband knew the place was being built. It houses all of the knowledge of the old Rhoynish city states and anything else of value they could get away with."

As they traversed the place Doran was proven correct as they came across rooms with walls lined with wooden racks full of scrolls, there were statues made of gold and jade in another room and others with weapons. Some rooms were empty of everything except boundary markers which they guessed had been meant for some kind of training. Another room held nothing but a pool of water while others contained sand, and mounds of earth. Eventually the group split up all going their own way for exploration. Doran himself traveled back to the scroll rooms only to find a woman standing in the center of the room. She stood only a bit taller than Eveya at probably around 5'5 and had teal eyes with sandy blonde hair pulled into a pair of tails on the bottom of the back of her head. She wore a deep purple dress with a plunging neckline yet still managed to cover her breast and ran with a slit along her right side exposing her leg and sandal covered foot.

"Welcome Prince Doran to Sanctuary." Said the woman causing his eyes to narrow.

"Who are you?" questioned Doran cautiously.

"You're cautious good, you have some sense about you. As to your question I am Temari, a friend of Naruto's."

"I am honored to meet you my lady." Said Doran with a bow getting a smirk from her.

"Come young man, let me show you around."

AN: That's it the chapter is done. The next chapter will have a time skip and we'll see how the characters are coming along. You'll eventually see Mad King Aerys but that isn't until after Duskensdale. I honestly consider these the prelude chapters to the main story. I wanted to tell this story though as well to show how things actually developed instead of just saying what happened in a he says she says way. Anyway thanks for reading and please review. Till next time, LATER.