A Song of Fire, Ice and Hearts

by Jebest4781

Venturing outside of the Heart of his Somebody, a Nobody enters a World where it's at the brink of self destruction. Will he be able to handle and survive the Game of Thrones. Rated M for language, violence, etc. Pairings hidden at current time. KHXGoT/ASoIaF CoWritten by free man writer. Cover Image by Carlos M. Please leave reviews.

11. Hunting for Things

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Disney, Square-Enix or Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire. They rightfully belong to their respective owners.

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Chapter 11: Hunting for Things

Within the winding maze of Winterfell's halls, the sounds of direwolf howls echoed throughout parts of the ancient keep. This replaced the typical rooster crows to help signal the coming rise of the morning sun.

The sound is what snapped Tyrion snapped out of his readings.

'That is something that'll no doubt unsettle me during my stay here.' Thought the Lannister, turning the page of an old tome inside of the Library Tower. 'Despite this room being smug and warm, I felt a cold shiver down my spine.'

Looking towards the nearby window, the dwarf saw the faint signs of daybreak filling the darkened sky.

'Must've been in here longer than I would've thought.'

This has not been the first time, and surely not the last, of him spending all night awake inside of a library. Call it a good hobby, if you will. But to Tyrion Lannister, it is something he considers very valuable.

Sure he does find reading through many books and tomes to be fascinating, but there's another purpose behind it all.

What many see upon gazing at Tyrion is a dwarf first and a Lannister second. If he was born a peasant, he would've been left in the woods or tossed into the sea to die. But since he was born in such an esteemed House, he was spared.

He can't physically fight all that well, due to his limitations of his malformed body. But one way he can fight is with his mind. And a mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone.

Things are expected out of him, thus he does what he can to honor his House; despite what vices he does on a weekly… daily basis.

Rubbing his eyes a little from the long reading session, he looked over and saw the fifth or sixth candle he had beside him had finally burned out. A large pile of wax pooled around the candlestick, making him cringe a little knowing scraping all up will be easy but no doubt stained the wood.

Wanting to be a bit of a good guest here, Tyrion pulled out a small knife he carried on him and started scraping the dried wax off the table.

This was what Roxas saw when he walked into the library.

"Somewhat expected seeing you here." Spoke the Keybearer, startling Tyrion a little on his task. Eying the mess of candle wax, he continued. "How long have you been here?"

"All night apparently."

The sounds of scraping faintly echoed in the tower as Roxas came up to the dwarf. Eying the varying stacks of books and scrolls littering his reading area.

"Understandable with what this tower holds."

"And how would you know?"

"Since coming here, I've occasionally been in this tower and reading a lot of these books." Roxas admitted, coming up to brush some of the wax shavings into his gloved hand before tossing them out of the nearby window. "Majority of them are good reads, but can be tiresome on certain ones."

As he finished taking care of the wax build up, the dwarf quizitally looked at the Keybearer. "Oh? Like what, exactly?"

"Ayrmindon's Engines of War, for starters."

This peaked Tyrion's interests. "Really? Is it a complete copy, perhaps?"

"Wouldn't know as it's the only one I've ever read through front to back."

"Seems I'll have to see if it is?"

"Why's that?"

"All the ones I've come across are partial or incomplete."

Roxas turned towards the mentioned book's location and went towards it. Pulling it out of it's resting place, he brought it back to the Lannister before placing it on the table.

"Knock yourself out."

"I probably will." Tyrion smiled a little when opening the cover to see it was indeed a copy of Engines of War. "Tell me, why you think it was tiresome."

"Subject wasn't something I'd take real interest with."

"And why not? You certainly read through the whole thing."

"Had to for my job."

"As a Keybearer? Whatever for?"

"I have my reasons."

Tyrion hummed on the vague answer before closing the cover. He will no doubt read it's contents at a later time. He already read enough for a good long while.

"You said you expected me to be here, correct?"

"I have. Heard that you, Tyrion Lannister, do love your books."

"Indeed I do. If I didn't want to become celibate, I would go to the Citadel and become a Maester in order to read every tome and scroll within it's walls."

Roxas nodded in understanding before taking a seat in front of the dwarf.

"I would ask your name and all, and vice versa, but we already know the other's name."

"Indeed we do, Roxas." Readjusting his seat, the dwarf focused his attention at the blue eyed blond before him. "You've been here for some time now, correct?"

"Yeah, about two months now."

"Hmmm, and I have been hearing about your growing reputation." Tyrion said in an overly grand fashion. "The boy who wields blades of light and dark battling against creatures of darkness. What were they called again? Heartless, correct?"

Roxas nodded in affirmation.

"Ghastly things, from what I hear. Apparently killing many in order to replenish their own ranks."

"Yeah, they steal the Hearts of others to do that." Roxas remarked. "Thankfully none of the bigger ones have appeared."

Tyrion found himself gulping slightly. "And what of that giant bird I saw yesterday?"

"That was just a Wyvern of some kind. Probably a new type." Roxas said in thought, thinking back to that overgrown Heartless. "Never really seen one of those before."

"A Wyvern? I dare say it's close to a dragon if I remember correctly."

"A weaker subspecies. Not anywhere close as strong as dragons, yet share similar traits in appearances. One thing to note, they lack the ability to breath out fire or whatever element they are heavily aligned towards."

At the mention of dragons…

"You've seen dragons?" Tyrion asked with a hopeful tinge in his tone.

Magic had died with the dragons. Or at least laid dormant. And upon Ventus' arrival at Harrenhal nearly twenty years ago miraculously resurfaced the ancient power.

So maybe…

"Outside of the Heartless type, I've only seen one. Never personally met him."

This got Tyrion excited like part of his inner child awoken and wanted to experience it firsthand. And he was certain the lad in front of him wasn't lying in the slightest.

"And how big was it?"

Roxas looked at the dwarf before giving an approximate guess.

"About this big, the size of our heads maybe." He said, holding his hands around his head to display the size. "Always heard he complained about it."

Tyrion nearly did a double-take. "It spoke?"

"Yeah, he did."

"Surely a jest."

"No, he had a name and everything. Mushu."

"Mushu… Sounds Yitish."

"Yitish?"

"From Yi Ti, on the far end of Essos."

"Right."

"What was this Mushu like?"

"Small, about this big."

"You already gave me his size." Tyrion reminded the Keybearer. "I asked for details. Personality. Anything else of the sort."

"Oh, right. Sorry. Well, he was pretty talkative." Roxas said. "Always had something to say but he was loyal to his cause."

"And that would be?"

"Helping out the family he was assigned to guide and protect." Roxas explained. "I remember him talking about being a family guardian of some kind. Though he was quite the… sassy dragon… the only other word I can also describe him as."

"A sassy dragon?" Tyrion inquired with a chortle. "That's certainly one way that I never would've expected one to explain a dragon."

"Bit of an attention hog, if I remember correctly. Too over confident and impulsive as well."

"No doubt would get him killed."

"Wouldn't know. Heard he survived being stomped to "death" by a horse to being buried in an avalanche."

"An avalanche? How in the gods' names did that happen?" Tyrion asked in bewilderment.

"It happened in a war the person he was tasked with guarding was apart of."

"And did this person help win the war?"

"Yeup, she did."

This peaked Tyrion's interest a little more. "She?"

"Yeah, Mulan -the one I'm talking about- disguised herself in her dad's old armor so that she could fight the war in his place."

"Dad?"

"Another word for Father." Roxas said getting and 'Ah' of understanding from Tyrion.

"Dad~" Tyrion drew out the word. "Strange one really."

"It's not for everyone."

"Indeed. Now continue. Why did this Mulan even do such a thing? Surely her father would take part in the war."

"He would've if it weren't for his body giving out on him. And someone from her family had to be a part of the army… or else. And there were no other men in her family aside from her dad. So she poised as a man and joined under an alias."

Tyrion nodded, already thinking of the ramifications of denying the call to duty.

"Of course she was found out and got in trouble for it. Would've died because of what she did. But because she had saved the general's life prior to the reveal, her life was spared as a result. A life for a life."

"What happened afterwards?" Tyrion was truly engaged in such a tale by this point.

"She was aware that the threat her country faced wasn't defeated. So she went to the capital and this time, saved their emperor in front of the masses." Roxas said with a slight fond smile. Even if he wasn't there, at the end of the day he retained Sora's memories and feelings. Be they not his own, he still felt a lingering bond with these memories. "She was heralded as a hero and well, couldn't really punish her for that now could they?"

"With something that grand, news would probably spread of such an event."

Roxas didn't say anything, not wanting to reveal to Tyrion the events this took place wasn't in the Yi Ti territories at all, but on a different World.

"And what do you think about it?" Asked the Lannister. "A woman fighting in the army."

Roxas shrugged. "I don't mind. Some of the best fighters I ever met have been women. Capable fighters in their own right."

Asides from Larxene and Xion, there were the female members of the Radiant Garden Restoration Committee who came to mind.

The Lannister hummed as he soon voiced his thoughts. "I can accept that. After all, despite fighters of the fairer nature are rare these days, but are not unknown. In Dorne, a good number of their fighters are women as they are encouraged to fight alongside men. Something that started after the Rhyonish migrated to Dorne. And you no doubt know the ladies of House Mormont are in the same boat, given your time in the North."

"Yeah, I read up on them as it became more well known in recent generations."

"Indeed. And it's not just them, but in Esoss I heard there are warrior women. Little to no armor while having their tits and cheeks pierced with rubies and other jewels. While they are out fighting, their men stay in their homes to take care of their children."

"Guess they're a lot more tolerant then here in Westeros." Roxas mused, thinking on the restrictions the women have here. Felt really unfair all things considered.

"Remember, in most parts of the world, women are frowned upon if they don't follow the norm."

"Kinda feels ridiculous."

Tyrion chortled. "It can be all things considered when one thinks about it. But it doesn't matter if you are a man or a woman, in the end, one needs to fight to survive."

The greater Nobody could only nod in agreement, finding the path of survival all too familiar. The fight to justify and keep one's existence.

Roxas gave Tyrion a small friendly grin.

"You know... you're not so bad for a little guy."

Tyrion furrowed his brows. "Little guy?" The dwarf blinked at that. "I do not recall that one. Usually I'm referred to as an imp or dwarf. Do you mean that as an insult?"

Roxas tilted his head to the side. "Why would I do that?"

"People say that the gods cursed me in my mother's womb. I was conceived with such a wicked soul that they malformed my body and who is to say they're wrong? I killed my mother to simply be born into the world, and my father and sister have never let me forget that transgression. Only my brother has ever been kind to me."

"That sounds really stupid. Your affliction isn't some cruel act of uncaring deities, Tyrion." Roxas said as some of the knowledge downloaded into his head, courtesy of Ansem the Wise, flowed through his head. "What you had is just an unfortunate defect that sometimes affects people, be it a matter of inheritance from your own birth parents to a simple altercation in your bloodwork. And I am not about to judge you based on such an idiodic basis as something that you had absolutely no control over."

Tyrion looked thoroughly humbled by the Keybearer's words, unable to speak as he squinted his eyes in confusion. "An altercation in my bloodwork."

"The point I'm trying to make is… I'm not judging you based on your short stature and unique appearance. I have no right to judge you in such a manner. Little people like yourself are no less a person than anyone else. You're only a monster if you allow yourself to be as such."

The Lannister looked genuinely surprised at Roxas' words, seeming to be well and truly humbled in response.

A genuine smile appeared upon the Lannisters face, giving the boy an appreciative nod.

"Well… I guess all I could say is thank you." Tyrion said sincerely. "You're a good lad."

Roxas blinked before smiling at Tyrion when they both heard a low garble. A garble that came from one dwarfs stomach.

Laughing to himself, Tyrion hopped out of his seat and made his way towards the door with the copy of Ayrmindon's Engines of War under his arm. "I'll leave you to your own pleasure, Roxas. For I must get something in my belly before I finally catch up on some sleep. I'll be sure to chat with you later once I wake."

Roxas nodded as the Lannister dwarf disappeared soon after.

With him gone, he picked up whatever books were left behind and started putting them back where they belonged.

Before placing the first tome back in its place, his ears picked up the faint sounds of flapping in the tower. Soon locating the source, Roxas saw a peculiar raven staring down at him from one of the book shelves.

"Now how'd you get in here? Did you come through the window? Or were you here all night?"

The raven didn't respond, instead its head looked rather intently at the boy.

Roxas stared back and he began to feel… strange. There was something really off about this raven. Was that magic? It was hard to tell, given how alien and faint the feeling was.

And for a moment, the Nobody thought he saw the raven's eyes gloss over for the briefest of moments before the blackened bird flew out of the room.

Must be the early morning light playing tricks on him.

-Later-

Arya's stitches were crooked again as Sansa's were always exquisite.

In Septa Mordane's words: Sansa's work is as pretty as she is. She has such fine hands. Arya's on the other hand are that of a blacksmith.

The young She-wolf wondered why the batty septa is always bugging her about this, never bothering trying to help her at all. Not just on her needle work, but on other things in her lessons under her.

Arya would've appreciated this back when she actually gave a damn about these kinds of things. Now she believed Mordane just gave up on even bothering to help at all. Only having her undivided attention in approving anyone else.

For instance, the septa was currently sitting beside Princess Myrcella today. From what she'd seen on the princess' work, Arya thought her stitches looked a little crooked too; but you'd never know it from the way Mordane was cooing.

The She-wolf thought it was unfair, she praised Myrcella for such a bad job just because she was the princess. Much like it was unfair with how Sansa was treated.

Sansa had everything, just because she was two years older than her. By the time she was born, there was nothing left for her to have. It often felt that way to the young She-wolf.

Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She often wrote poetry on some days. She knew how to play the high harp and the bells. And she knew how to dress well, given the Northern styles.

When things became too much for Arya recently, she ended up spilling everything to Roxas. He stood there patiently as he listened to her rants on how bad she was being mistreated by her older sister. At its end, he politely excused himself and went elsewhere.

Curious on what's happening, she followed after him and soon found him confronting her sister.

Granted the young She-wolf couldn't hear all of the conversation, due to her being at a safe distance away so she wouldn't be spotted, but she heard enough.

And suffice to say, Arya was happy with the end results.

The sounds of giggling and whispers filled the room, breaking Arya out of her thoughts.

Her eyes wandered through the ensemble of women littering the space. Outside of the old batty septa, there were about a dozen young girls situated throughout the tower room. For the Northerners there was Arya -herself, Sansa, Jeyne Poole, and Ser Rodrik's daughter; Beth Cassel. From the royal caravan consisted of Princess Myrcella and a handful of her handmaidens and servants Arya never bothered to learn their names of.

Curiosity took over the young She-wolf soon after. "What are you talking about?" Jeyne and Beth were startled a little before resuming their giggling while Sansa and Myrcella merely blushed. "C'mon, tell me."

Jeyne glanced over to see Septa Mordane had to excuse herself; no doubt to use the privy. With her out of the room, the stewardess finally answered.

"We were talking about Roxas and the prince."

It didn't take much guess the prince they were referring to was Joffrey.

"Apparently my brother likes your sister." Spoke the princess. "I heard him say she was beautiful."

Arya could only roll her eyes on this.

Yes, her older sister practically inherited just about everything from their mother. The high cheekbones and thick red, auburn hair of the Tully bloodline. And it was no secret in the coming years, Sansa will get a figure that will make a good handful of women jealous.

Ayra on the other hand was more Stark than Tully. Her hair was a lusterless brown with her face being long and solemn at times. Got to the point Jeyne Poole called her Arya Horseface for a time, the stewardess neighed whenever she came near. But that got old, which that particular part of teasing died out.

"I even heard they were to be set to wed." Beth said, which earned a playful shove from Sansa. "Oh you practically know it to be true. You'd become queen of the realm."

"I wouldn't mind." Myrcella said with a soft smile. "She is rather nice and I would think she'll do well as queen."

Sansa smiled at her new friend and was rather touched by the sincere moment; despite that she wasn't attracted to that particular blond teen.

Arya felt like gagging.

In her eyes and shared opinion with Jon, they thought Joffrey looked like a girl. All prissy looking and the like, unlike stories of past princes they learned in their history lessons. Many were strong and righteous in their own right, quickly growing out of their prissy natures early on in some cases.

"Wait." Arya realized. "What stuff are you talking about on Roxas?"

One of the princess' handmaidens answered. "We were continuing what we talked about last night in the feast."

"Heard stories on how well of a fighter he is." Spoke another.

"Oh he is that and more." Jeyne stated with near reverence. "Roxas's skill with a blade and his displays of magic are a sight to behold."

"So it's true then?" Another of the girls whispered in astonishment. "He wields magic? Truly?"

"That and more." Jeyne said.

"Oh don't get hung up on Roxas, Jeyne." Sansa said with a sly smirk. "I am well aware of your letters to Gared."

Jeyne blushed furiously.

"Who is this Gared you speak of?" Myrcella innocently asked.

Sansa opened her mouth to speak, but was quickly silenced by the stewardess with a hand placed over her mouth.

"Don't you dare."

Myrcella watched the interaction, giggling all the while.

Beth on the other hand, wore a coy smile and gave the response. "Gared's a squire for House Forrester."

Jeyne blushed once more in a deeper color as she glared at her other friend.

"How do you-"

"Oh please, you threatened Sansa, but did not do anything towards me." Beth responded. "All's fair in love and war."

Jeyne only humphed, looking away while the redness on her cheeks remained.

"Still, I do admit Roxas is certainly handsome." Myrcella openly admitted shyly.

"Isn't he?" Sansa gushed. "He's so dashing and courageous. He might become the next Barristan the Bold."

Arya figured the ceiling looked a hell of a lot more interesting rather than hearing all this talk about her secret teachers looks. And wouldn't ya know it, it was!

Steps soon echoed into the room as an all too familiar voice spoke out.

"What are you lot talking about?" Inquired the Septa, walking back into the tower room.

"Nothing much, Septa." Sansa answered. "Arya and I were remarking on how pleased we are in having the princess with us in Winterfell."

The Septa raised her brow and looked at the Baratheon princess in question. "Is this true?"

"They are, Septa." Myrcella replied, covering up a small lie. "And I am pleased to be here in Winterfell. Much different than it is in the capital."

Seemingly buying the white lie, Mordane responded back. "It's a great honor in having you with us, your grace." She then noticed Arya not doing her stitches. "Arya, why aren't you at your work?" The septa walked over to the young She-wolf. "Let me see your stitches."

For an old lady, she was surprisingly quick in snatching Arya's cloth from out of her hands.

"Hey!"

The septa ignored her, merely examining the young Stark's work. She clicked her tongue several times as she did. "This will not do. This will not do at all."

Everyone else in the room was looking at her now. It was too much! The room's occupants were mixed on what was happening. Myrcella's servants and handmaidens looked at the young She-wolf with displeased looks. Muttering something under their breath of 'typical Northerner' or something of the like. Jeyne chuckled a little, hiding her little laugh behind her hand. Myrcella and Beth on the other hand looked sorry for her.

Arya didn't get to see her sister's expression as she looked away with tears filling up her eyes. All she did soon after was turn around and made her way towards the door.

Septa Mordane called out for her. "Arya, come back here! Don't you take another step! Your mother will hear of this! And in front of the princess! You'll shame us all!"

Arya stopped at the door and turned back, biting her lip. Tears were running down her cheeks now before managing to stiff a little bow to the blonde Baratheon. "By your leave, my Lady."

Myrcella blinked at her and was uncertain as she looked at the others for guidance. When looking at Sansa, she saw the look in her eyes which screamed "please, let her go".

"You may leave, Lady Arya."

Arya didn't fight back to respond with "I'm not a lady", merely turned back around and ran out of the room.

"Come back here, Arya!" The septa called out, which was obviously ignored.

Sitting with the others, Sansa looked down towards her lap. Her hands grasped on the fabric as she gritted her teeth.

She wanted to speak up and defend her sister, but she couldn't. She promised her mother she wanted to help Arya, but she couldn't.

Parts of her wanted to run after Arya and help comfort her while the rest of her demanded to stay behind so she wouldn't embarrass the House any further in front of the royal princess.

All she could do now was try to focus on her stitches, which soon became a mixture of neatly done to being sloppy due to how much her hands shook now.

Rushing down the steps and through the corridors, Arya soon made her way towards the guardroom where Nymeria was waiting for her. Upon arrival, her loveable direwolf greeted her by licking her face as she saw the look of distress on her human companion's face.

Arya giggled as she felt the love and affection she received. Even if not a lot of people loved and cared for her, she can always count Nymeria to be amongst the ones to do so.

"Come, Nymeria."

As she bounded through the hallways, she heard the padding of Nymeria's paws across the floor in order to catch up with the human wolf.

It took a while to reach the destination she had in mind as Arya soon reached the covered bridge connecting the armory and the Great Keep which had a good spot to overlook the training yard.

Upon getting there, with her flushed and breathless, Arya saw Jon sitting by the windowsill with Ghost lying not far away. Nymeria soon joined her older litter brother on the ground; who sniffed her and nipped her a little before resuming his small nap.

Hearing the loud panting behind him, Jon looked over and smirked. "Shouldn't you be working on your stitches?"

"And why aren't you down in the yard?" She inquired.

Jon breathed out a little in the cold air. "Bastards are not allowed to damage the young princes. Any bruises they take must be from true-born swords."

"Well that's stupid."

"I know, but that's what I was told. But that doesn't mean I can't watch. Wanna join me?"

Arya nodded as he scooted over so she could view what's happening below beside him.

To her small disappointment, she saw her younger brother Bran sparring against prince Tommen. Both were huffing and puffing and hitting each other as they were padded up for their own protection.

On the sides, Ser Rodrik observed the spar with Robb, Theon and Roxas beside him while prince Joffrey and the Hound stood not far away. Asides from them, about a dozen people or so watched on as they called out for moments of encouragement towards the young boys. Some she immediately recognized, others she did not as they were no doubt squires and knights from House Lannister and Baratheon.

"Tad too boring for needlework, huh?" Jon asked.

"It's far better than needlework, Jon."

"I'd imagine."

"I would like to go down there and join them."

"I'm sure you would, but would anyone else -aside from Roxas and I- want to spar with you down there."

Arya pursed her lips at this. "They think they don't want to fight women. Honor and other rubbish. Well women can fight just as well if given the chance."

Jon snorted with a shake of his head.

"Enough!" Ser Rodrik commanded, seeing prince Tommen hitting the ground. "Well fought, you two." The master-at-arms looked towards the side ushered some men to help get the two boys out of the training armor.

"You did well, Bran. Tommen." Roxas said as he helped the younger prince get back onto his feet. "You'll still need some work, but you two are doing well for your age."

Both boys nodded with Tommen walking away as Bran merely beamed.

It was no secret Bran wanted to be a great warrior one day, a knight if given the chance.

"My thoughts exactly, Roxas." Ser Rodrik stated before looking at the others present. "Now then… Robb, Prince Joffrey, will you go for another round?"

Robb shrugged before deciding to go another round.

Joffrey on the other hand… looked bored and annoyed.

"This is a game for children, Ser Rodrik."

Theon barked out a laugh. "In a manner of speaking you are a child."

Joffrey took offense to that. "I am a prince and I grow tired of swatting with wooden swords."

"What are you suggesting, then?" Rodrik asked.

"Live steel."

"Sorry, but I can't do that. Too dangerous. Though I will permit tourney swords with blunted edges."

Joffrey narrowed his eyes before responding. "Fine, but on one condition."

"Which is?"

The prince's green eyes landed on Roxas' form. "I'd want to fight him."

Everyone present looked at Roxas, who soon pointed to himself.

"Me?"

"Yes you. You never once took part in these bouts today."

"I didn't have time. I was out patrolling for Heartless."

The bored look the prince gave to the black cloaked teen was enough to make Robb and Theon glare at the boy.

"Yes~ The Heartless." Joffrey drawled out. "If it weren't for those beasts, you would have been here entertaining your Crown Prince as you should have."

Roxas's eyes narrowed slightly. "You're not prince of anything to me. I'm not from these lands. I owe nothing to you."

The coldness in which Roxas delivered that statement made Joffrey momentarily take a step back before glaring with irate anger at the Nobody.

"You're talking to A Prince!" Joffrey all but shouted.

"I didn't know Princes were supposed to complain like children." Roxas dryly. And he thought the data version of Seifer was immature at times. At least he had some measure of dignity.

"Enough talk." Rodrick cut in sharply. "Are you going to show your mettle against Roxas, your grace, or not?"

Joffrey only sneered, snatching a blunted blade from a nearby barrack while Roxas accepted his from Robb.

The two stood in the center of the training ground with the prince attempting to bore a hole into Roxas's head with his glare alone.

Roxas all the while held his weapon in a loose grip while maintaining a blank face.

To him, it was completely obvious at just how weak and untested Joffrey was.

Aside from his atrocious form and way he held his sword, Joffrey seemed completely unfocused appearing only in wanting to humiliate and hurt Roxas rather than actually gain some sort of skill. Really, he didn't know why he agreed to this but figured the Prince could use some proper training.

With the blunted sword in hand, Joffrey lunged at Roxas.

Hardly putting much effort into it, Roxas used his training sword to parry the prince. He lifted the opposing sword up and blocked the blade with ease, taking a literal step back and swatted the opposing sword away. Joffrey soon stumbled, trying to regain his balance with several Northerners chuckling as a result.

Not liking how this was done, Joffrey lunged once more in several jabbing motions. Roxas twisted his body to avoid each thrust before ducking from an overhead swing.

This happened several more times with the prince starting to become more aggressive.

Wanting to end this, Roxas smacked the prince's arm before his sword hand several times with the training sword. He cried out with each hit with the last one causing him to let go of his blunted weapon, which flew into the air, as he fell onto the ground.

Without even looking, Roxas caught the opposing sword with ease before pointing it towards the fallen prince.

"Would you care to try again." Roxas said with a straight face. "I'll be happy to oblige."

"Damn." Robb muttered as he couldn't help but grin. "Never thought the crown prince was that weak."

Theon nodded with an equal smirk as his friend. "When Roxas hit him, he dropped so quickly I thought he was diving."

Scrambling to his feet, Joffrey glared at the Keybearer. "You'll regret that!"

"How? I thought this was a spar, prince Joffrey."

The Northern dogs had the audacity to chortle at the state of their prince.

'The gall of them.' Joffrey internally raged. 'When I become king, I'll remind these savages where they are meant to be. Beneath me!'

Seeing as he was clearly no match against the Keyblader, Joffrey looked towards his sworn sword.

"Dog!" Joffrey yelled out. "Show this whelp how a real swordsman fights."

"Now see here." Ser Rodrik spoke out. "You can't just send him in because you lost a bout."

The scarred man looked between the Master-at-Arms and the prince with a small groan escaping his throat. He was too tired for this shit, but he was ordered; even if it seemed conflicted at the given moment.

Something he could give two shits about.

"I've got him." Roxas said, eyes set on the scarred man who pulled out his own sword. "He wanted to use real steel didn't he?"

Tossing aside his tourney blade, Roxas replaced it with his Keyblade Oblivion.

The momentary step back from Sandor was not lost on those watching.

Everyone else blinked at this, wondering why the Keyblader decided to accept this sudden challenge.

"Roxas, are you certain?" Robb asked as people slowly backed away to give them space. "You don't have to do this."

"I've got this Robb." The Keybearer turned to give the Heir to Winterfell a knowing look. "Besides, I have a feeling he might be itching for a fight sooner or later."

"Who's to say." Came the gruff response.

Seeing as his dog was gonna fight the peasant, Joffrey smirked. "So Hound. You think you could best him?"

Sandor only grunted, neither confirming nor denying anything. If he were being honest with himself, he wasn't entirely sure. Only sizing up the black coated lad before him and his odd-looking weapon of choice.

"Can't say for sure until I see what he can really do." Responded the Clegane. "Considering what I heard of him since coming here, I'd say he'd seen his fair share of battles; despite not having a damn scar on him."

Clegane stepped forward with Roxas remaining still and waiting with his Keyblade held diagonally out to the side.

Sandor gauged the unmoving blond. "Are you taking a shit or something or what?"

On the side, Theon rubbed his eyes as he said the same thing before getting his ass handed to him.

Sandor remained motionless for a brief moment before bursting forward in a surprising amount of speed for a man his size.

However, like with Joffrey, Roxas raised his Keyblade up and held back the longsword with ease barely exerting much force. Sandor clenched his teeth in surprise and frustration. The damn little bastard didn't even budge!

The nearby servants and guards paused their work, quickly paying all form attention at the bout between the two fighters. Even Jon and Arya from up high couldn't take their eyes off the scene below them.

"Try to make this entertaining." The Hound grunted.

Roxas only stared with hard eyes at the larger foe before violently shoving the sword back and ducking down and forward to deliver a quick elbow strike to the gut. An elbow strike that knocked the wind right out of Clegane who nearly dropped his sword.

Stumbling back, Sandor wheezed heavily with his other hand clutching his stomach as he felt the pain course through him.

'Seven Hells.' Sandor raged inside. That damn hit may as well have been one from Robert's warhammer in the fat oafs prime.

Roxas all the while simply stood back up straight and held his Keyblade out back in the original starting stance of the fight.

The Hound certainly wouldn't let the boy deliver such a hit on him next time.

In retaliation, Sandor soon delivered a backhanded attack with his armored gauntlet to knock the blue eyed blond back.

To several of the observers, Jon and Robb in particular, an unusual sensation began to occur. It was strange but somehow all of the Hounds movements looked and felt… slow and sluggish. They could tell that Sandor Clegane was indeed a skilled fighter and brawler yet to them he moved exceptionally slower then they thought he would.

What was going on here?

How were they able to keep up with this?

Back to the fight, Roxas casually ducked underneath the swinging backhand though Sandor instantly took a step back for some space.

Roxas lunged in for a stab which Sandor twisted his blade to block the attack before trying to make one of his own. The Nobody was fast enough to turn his head to avoid the blade cutting into his face.

With how close he was to the Hound, Roxas jabbed his free hand into Sandor's side for payback from the backhanded hit moments ago. The blow got the Clegane to stumble back as he winced in pain; no doubt will bruise later.

'How the fuck can he hit well through my chainmail and armor?' Sandor thought with gritted teeth. 'All he has is just a leather glove on, for crying out loud!'

Even more so, the bloody bastard didn't say or do anything! He just stood there after every brief sequence and seemingly waited for him to be impressed. At least that's what it would look like for any ordinary fighter.

To the Hound it was clear for him to see that the boy was taking this seriously though in a different type of perspective.

Getting his second wind, Sandor gave himself enough time before swinging at the smaller man. Roxas rose Oblivion to intercept the blow before parrying the blade and swinging in response.

The Hound could tell the blue eyed blond was strong, given the blows they were delivering onto each other. The greater Nobody kept up the attack and defense, swinging upward and downward with the same power behind the strikes to counteract Clegane's.

Robb and Jon were fully aware of Roxas's power, not just with his keyblade and magic but his physical prowess as well. He fights giant monsters for God's sake.

"Damnit! Hit him back, dog!" Joffrey called out.

The Hound growled out as the boy he was forced to protect was frustrating him.

Roxas's eye twitched in irritation at the sound of Joffrey's nasally angered voice and decided to respond in his own way.

Suddenly, light began emanating off of Roxas's very being making all activity nearby and around the training grounds come to a grinding halt.

Sandor himself could only stand there and watch in rapt awe and disbelief as the young boy before him began to glow in a vibrant light that encompassed his entire being. Small wisps floated off from his aura. And before anything else could be registered, Roxas swung Oblivion to smack his opponent away; who tumbled across the ground.

Groaning in pain, Sandor sat up with his arms ringing in pain. His vision was somewhat blurred. Everything about him hurt and he raised his hands up as they had taken the brunt of the damage. It was then he realized his sword wasn't in his hands.

Scratch that, he did have it but the blade was shattered!

Sandor didn't even try to hide his shock, holding up the leftover handle of his longsword that was completely trashed in one swing.

With the brief lightshow fading away from Roxas' form, an annoying sound was heard in the yard.

"You cheated!" Cried out the crown prince from the sidelines.

Roxas arched an unimpressed brow. "And you didn't when you chickened out of our spar?"

"You're talking to a king."

"You're not a king yet." Ser Rodrik reminded. "So you don't have the right to talk back in such a manner."

Gritting his teeth, Joffrey spoke towards his brother. "Come, Tommen. This time of play is done. You too, dog. Let's leave the Starks to their frolics."

Some of those present took offense to Joffrey's insult as he left the training grounds with his younger brother and the Hound not far behind.

From their spot from up high, Jon shook his head in displeasure. "Joffrey is truly a little shit."

Arya nodded in response as her little excitement high from seeing the fight moments prior were still fresh on her mind.

"I didn't even know he could do that." Jon murmured, looking to his friend that was now conversing with Robb and Theon.

"Think he could teach us how to do that?" Arya asked excitedly.

Jon shook his head in amusement, ruffling his sisters hair making her yelp as he intentionally undid her braid got her hair over her eyes.

Chuckling, Jon retreated as his baby sister chased after him in mock outrage.

-Hours Later, Near the Hunter's Gate-

An ensembled party of people were in attendance to join King Robert's hunt. The Baratheon wanted to have some good wild game for supper tonight and he wanted to personally see it slain before his very eyes.

For those in attendance, asides from a small handful of guards and squires, were as follows: King Robert (obviously), Ned Stark, Prince Joffrey, Benjen Stark, Robb Stark and Greywind, Theon Greyjoy, Jory Cassel, Ser Rodrik Cassel, Sandor Clegane, Tyrion Lannister, Ser Barristan Selmy and of course Roxas.

Roxas wondered why some of these people were being brought along for this hunt and he soon learned why.

Despite not being the more physical type, Joffrey was forced to come along in the hunt due to his father's insistence. Could be the means of manning up or as a bit of punishment on what occured at the training grounds earlier today.

Clegane had to come along, because he was the crown prince's sworn sword and bodyguard. Everywhere he went, the "dog" had to follow not far behind.

Tyrion was a surprise as he wasn't someone to properly hunt at all. His argument was to observe and hopefully get some time to chat with the resident Keybearer. And if he was forced to hunt some small game, then so be it.

And as for Ser Barristan, he was the Commander of the Kingsguard. Whenever Robert went out to hunt, the Bold knight had to be there to protect his king. It was his sworn duty to do so.

Yet there seemed to be something else going through Selmy's head, given what Roxas could tell just with how the knight looked at him.

Roxas looked around at the ensemble, feeling a bit out of place right now as he honestly didn't really wanna go but on King Robert's insistence he figured he may as well humor him.

"You sure you don't need a horse, Roxas?"

"I'll manage, Robb."

The heir to Winterfell chuckled, knowing his friend can do more than just manage. He can practically outrun the horses if the opportunity presented itself.

"Wish Jon could come along."

"Me too, but mother thinks it's not proper for… someone like him to be in the presence of the king in such an event."

Roxas rolled his eyes at that. Honestly, as gracious a host she has been with her husband Ned; he was really starting to get agitated by the treatment she had towards Jon.

It was really unfair.

Not far away, Theon handed a pair of leather gloves to Ned, who was adjusting into his mount.

Putting them on, he soon heard the king speak to him. "Are you as good with a spear as you used to be?"

The Warden didn't need to look up, only smirking to address his old friend. "No, but I'm still better than you."

Robert chuckled alongside Ned.

Settling down, the Baratheon gave the Stark a sympathetic look. "I know what I'm putting you through. Thank you for saying yes. I only ask you because I need you. You're a loyal friend. You hear me? A loyal friend."

"Yes, I heard you the first time."

"Well you're the last one I've got."

"Then I hope I'll serve you well."

"You will. And I'll make sure you don't look so fucking grim all the time."

Ned shook his head, knowing it would take a while for that to ever happen.

"Come on, boys, let's go kill some boar!"

The ensemble sent their steeds into a canter out of the Hunter's Gate towards the nearby Wolfswood.

As many rode off into the forest, Ned hanged back a little as he watched the gate close behind him. Looking onward, his mind raced a little on recent events.

The Warden wanted to tell his friend the truth on the reason why he accepted the position as Hand. Yet it would prove difficult to simply state it right into his face.

For one, he wanted to acquire the evidence on the supposed murder of his foster father. If he bluntly spoke of this accusation now, chaos will overwhelm others and things will prove more difficult than it should be.

Second, with so many Lannister men around, it would be hard to properly inform Robert on the truth of Jon Arryn's death. The Stark patriarch had counted the amount of Westerland soldiers and they outnumbered the Stormlanders.

And if you count out Jamie Lannister, basically half of the Kingsguard are in the pockets of the Lannisters.

Robert told Ned yesterday during the early parts of the feast that Boros Blount, Meryn Trant and Mandon Moore were considered "Cersei's beasts". Despite following Robert's commands, they actually follow Cersei no matter what the order is given onto them. They were only recommended to fill in the vacancy of the Kingsguard after Robert's Rebellion with the majority of its members back then were slain.

One however was forced to resign for obvious reasons; which arguably labeled him as an Oathbreaker.

He cared not for such a matter, choosing instead to return back home to his family in Dorne.

The hunting party was riding through the forest for some time now. And at one point, some people went off into their own little groups to find any sign of game for them to capture. Yet they couldn't stay too far away from the rest of the party.

Currently, Roxas was walking off to the side with Robb and Greywind.

While Robb wished to be a part of the group and get to know more about the king and especially a legendary knight such as Ser Barristan, he'd rather just spend a bit of time for a while with his friend.

"Guess our time all together is coming to an end soon." Robb murmured, fiddling with a red leaf in his hands. "Father is going South with Bran, Arya and Sansa. Jon is going to the wall. And you… where will you go?"

Roxas sighed. "I don't know. There's still Heartless all around the North and I wanna make sure that Resin from IronRath has been spread out."

"Aye we just got another shipment the other day." Robb nodded, hand holding the hilt of his sword that now contained a freshly covered layer of Ironwood Resin.

"How much of it has been spread out?"

"Karhold, The Deepwood Motte and Last Hearth have received their Resin with Barrowton, White Harbor and Bear Island being next."

"Good to hear."

"Although..." Robb hesitated momentarily.

"What's wrong?"

"My father had received a letter the other day." Robb said slowly. "A village not far from the Dreadfort… it suffered from a Heartless attack."

"How bad?" Roxas asked in a low voice.

"They didn't find many survivors." Robb said grimly. "A few bodies here and there, yes, but many of the villagers were simply… gone."

Roxas didn't respond at first, eyes slightly blank as he thought on what he had just heard.

"Is it…" Robb stuttered. "Are they… have their… hearts been-"

"Taken? More than likely." Roxas said in grim confirmation. "Heartless aren't known to take prisoners. They never do."

Robb only glared at the ground, crushing the leaves in his hands. "Filthy bastards. My people couldn't even be given a proper funeral."

Roxas could only do the same gesture Axel used to do for him during their time in the Organization. Place a silent hand of comfort for a friend to know that they are not always alone in hardships.

Robb simply nodded at Roxas, a grateful glint in his eyes. Sometimes, words were not needed to convey a feeling of mutual respect and appreciation.

The two slowly made their way back over to the rest of the group. With no such luck finding any game so far, hopefully they could have a lead.

"Roxas was it?"

Said boy looked up to his left to see that armored Kingsguard known as Barristan Selmy AKA Barristan the Bold walking alongside him.

"Yeah, that's me."

"A pleasure." Barristan said respectfully. "I am Ser Barristan Selmy."

"I heard a lot about you." Roxas said.

"I hope only good things." Selmy said with humor.

"Songs really." Roxas said with a grin. "All about the greatest knight of the Kingsguard."

"In living memory, mind you. There are others in the brotherhood who have the better reputation as the greatest of them all."

"Right. Like Arthur Dayne, the Morning Star, Ser Duncan the Tall and Aemon the Dragon Knight."

"You know your Kingsguard." Barristan said approvingly. "There can be no finer examples as there could ever be in our history."

"My brothers and my youngest sister always read about them growing up." Robb said with a reminiscent smile. "Bran even dreams of becoming a knight one day for our House."

"Your Father is too humble a man to admit, but he himself is quite the skilled swordsman." Barristan said, nodding his head in the direction of Lord Stark. "If you or your brother are like your Father, the two of you will be well on your ways of being skilled swordsmen."

Robb only beamed, a slight childish glee at having words of encouragement from one of the greatest swordsman in Westeros's history.

"Your own father Ventus was also quite the skilled warrior." Barristan stated. "Unconventional with how he fought but skilled nonetheless. Quite possibly the fastest man I had ever seen wield a blade."

"I've heard that a lot." Roxas said a bit blankly as he still rather held an apathetic view on his "Father".

"He was more than just skilled, he was a good lad. Good man really." Barristan said with a soft smile. "I owe him my life just as much as I do for your father, Robb Stark."

"Truly?"

"Aye, both myself and my lost brother owe him a great debt."

"Lost brother?" Roxas asked.

Barristan nodded. "Yes. During the battle of the Trident where Rhaegar was slain, Lewyn Martell would have been killed had it not been for Ventus. Due to Ventus's actions at Harrenhal in winning favor with the Martells and some coaxing from Jon Arryn and Ned Stark, Lewyn relieved his cloak and went back to Dorne. I honestly do not blame him for his choice. Especially with what happened afterwards."

"I actually never knew that." Robb said in astonishment. "I had always thought many of the legendary Kingsguard from Aerys' time all perished save for yourself and the Kingslayer."

Selmy merely shook his head. "It's not talked of as much due to the more erratic and chaotic time of the Rebellion."

The bold old knight looked off into the distance with another sad smile.

"Shame he was never knighted." Barristan admitted. "Don't know if it was either timing or on his own insistence, from what I heard rumors about."

"Whaddya mean by that?" Roxas inquired.

"Towards the end of the Tourney at Harrenhal, I remember hearing Aerys complaining that he couldn't have been able to knight Ventus and possibly draft him into the Kingsguard if a vacancy was available."

This bit of information surprised the two teens quite well as Barristan continued.

"Yet there was some debate on that, given Ventus had knocked Rhaegar off his horse in the final joust. Aerys considered it a slight and possibly dismissed his own idea on knighting Ventus from there."

"This is news to me." Robb muttered out with Roxas merely nodding.

"Indeed. Aerys believed a stranger besting a dragon to be a grave insult. Only a handful of people know of this detail and the majority of them are no longer alive."

"But what about his own insistence?"

Barristan was quiet for a bit, recollecting what he could remember. "A few instances could've given him the chance of being knighted. Defeating the monstrous Unversed which dwarfed Harrenhal itself, his various actions in Robert's Rebellion to even helping Princess Elia. He supposedly dismissed each one, stating it was merely the right thing to do and sought no monetary or special reward."

"He sounded like he was quite the hero." Robb remarked.

"He was that and more. Even becoming more of a hero towards the Martells."

"With sparing Lewyn Martells life and helping princess Elia?"

"More than that." Barristan stated. "As you might've known at this point, or forgive me if you haven't, Ventus first saved the Princess of Dorne when she, her daughter Rhaenys and lady-in-waiting Ashara Dayne and an entourage of royal and Dornish guards who were escorting them to Harrenhal via carriage. Of course they were ambushed by bandits attacking and the driver was slain. The carriage rode off with the horses frantically getting away from them. From what was reported, Ventus had gotten to them before they could be taken hostage and held for ransom or worse. And it was through this act did Ventus become a good friend with the Martells and perhaps most of Dorne."

Unclasping his waterskin, the Kingsguard commander took a sip to quench his throat before continuing.

"And this wasn't the only good act he had done for Princess Elia. For the first night he dined with her and her immediate family, she started to feel unwell and had a hard time breathing before coughing up a storm; which made her collapse. It wasn't the first time this happened, given she was born too early than the norm and the maesters say not everything was right with her. One factor being she had difficulty delivering Rhaenys into the world and almost died in the process.

Ventus was quick to act, coming by her side and used some spell to heal her from what we later learned. Yet it wasn't enough for her. So he produced this odd potion, an Elixir he called it, and made her drink it. Miraculously she felt revived, reborn as it were. No sign of sickness and she reported that she could run for miles and not end up in a frantic, coughing fit. Further proof of this was when she later gave birth to her son, it was a smooth and quick delivery with no complications at all."

"My word, he managed to accomplish much in so little time." Robb said with growing awe.

"Ventus was a good lad. Had he stayed… I would say he'd have grown into a great man. One of the greatest warriors Westeros had ever known." Barristan frowned.

"Then why is it that he is not in the history books?" Robb questioned something Roxas shared. He had actually read up on a brief history of Westeros and when he got to Harrenhal all the way up to the Rebellion, in terms of key figures Ventus was not mentioned whatsoever. The only reason he is even known is through those that knew him or were there to witness his actions.

"Sadly becoming an odd footnote in history. Only having mentions of him being the Hero of Harrenhal and taking part of Robert's army during the Rebellion." Barristan said with a sigh of disappointment on the matter. "I never knew what became of him save for meeting you Roxas. Ventus always seemed like a shy maiden boy in the brief instances that I spoke with him."

"Right…" Roxas said offhandedly. Roxas didn't know how to properly respond to the Bold knight. He could just lie to him, like what he normally had done so far on his origins, except for Ned. Yet a part of him felt truly saddened.

It wasn't of his own personal feelings, but that of someone else.

Barristan noted the unusual lack of response.

"Did you…?"

"Never knew him." Roxas admitted plainly. "Never met him or any of that."

"What of your mother?"

"Never knew her either."

"A shame." Barristan gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

"Yeah, I get that a lot."

"So Roxas." Robert called out from over yonder. "I heard you are a good tracker. That true?"

Roxas broke away from Robb and Barristan before coming up to the king, giving his answer. "With my profession, I have to be. Despite being basically trained from the start, experience is the better teacher."

"Aye, it can be. And what kind of traits with the Heartless have you dealt with if you were hunting them down?"

"Hunting them down? Well on some occasions they were quite mobile and sneaky. Had to look for all signs and clues to find their whereabouts."

Robert nodded. "Makes sense. Much different than what your father and I had to deal with-with the Unversed."

"So why ask me about my tracking skills?"

"Wanted to see if you could pick up the trail to any game nearby."

"I can try, your grace."

"Give it a go." Robert encouraged with an eager grin.

Roxas walked ahead of the hunting party and began analyzing the surrounding area.

His sharp eyes were able to pick up on some details from the surrounding forestation. It would take some more training to differentiate between the Heartless and the wildlife.

One thing he was able to quickly pick up on was some poop lying on the snowy earth. And by some ruined bark some feet away gave some sign of something was scraping against its surface. Not to mention the amount of loose dirt going around gave some indication of there being frequent movement in the area for some time now.

After all, this is a forest and the wildlife is bound to roam all over. But so too are the Heartless.

Going off ahead, he saw some areas were somewhat torn apart. Nothing of the sort towards the trees, but the smaller vegetation. Much appeared to be eaten out. It wasn't just the actual leaves, but the roots and stems as a lot of dirt was dug out in order to make this happen.

It could be hard to properly track some sort of game through this mess, but seeing faint signs of boar tracks was able to help him on his little task.

His ears picked up something snapping in the distance. Turning towards the source, he saw some movement somewhere ahead.

Being curious as he is, he went on ahead to investigate as he heard some of the others behind him following after him.

'Thing seems rather fast.' Roxas thought, hearing the animal was being a little loud now.

Not wanting to lose track of the wild game, the Nobody sped up his movements. Weaving through the trees before he had to jump, land on some sturdy branches and leaping off of them in order to give chase.

Nearing the animal, Roxas took note that it was a boar and a seemingly big one at that. Something the king wanted to have for the feast tonight.

Wanting to stop it in its tracks, Roxas jumped further ahead and seemingly disappeared into thin air.

"Where the hell did he go?" Questioned the king, who kept looking at the Keybearer.

"Over there!" Spoke Benjen Stark.

In the First Ranger's eyes, Roxas looked like a black blur as he suddenly appeared in front of the large tusked swine. The beast was no doubt startled before it charged at the unprotected lad in front of it.

Instead of jumping out of the way for safety, Roxas stood his ground at the ready.

Many in the hunting party held their breath, thinking the Keybearer was a loon and not properly defending himself. Some of them made their horses go faster in hopes of getting there in time.

Yet it was all for nought as once the large boar got close enough, Roxas ensnared it's tusks and held the beast in place. It whined and snarled as it tried to skewer him, but he used much of his strength to keep it at bay.

"Holy hells he is strong." Tyrion muttered out. "I say he's not even budging at the slightest."

Robert merely laughed in glee, seeing the feat before him. "Has to be, given what he no doubt deals with often."

With his spear ready, Robert had his horse charge towards the beast with several others following not far behind. Drawing nearer and nearer, the king had his spear raised and was about to kill his prize when he called out to the Keybearer.

"Make way or else you'll be dead, lad!"

Hearing the call, Roxas let go of the large boar and leapt out of the way. Landing on a tree branch from up high, he saw the wild game crash into a nearby tree before King Robert came in and pierced it with his spear. It squealed out in pain, thrashing in an attempt to attack the king. And it wasn't long before several others came in and attacked the beast as well.

It's death was quite fast in the end.

"My this is a good find, lad." Robert stated.

Coming up to his old friend, Ned inspected the beast. "I say it's about ten years of age, given its size."

"A good age, I say." Benjen said before taking note of another detail. "And it's a male."

"Surprised it hasn't shown it's ugly mug around these parts for so long." Theon commented.

"Wonder if it has a mate and a litter of piglets." Robb said.

"Gods knows for sure."

With the bleeding corpse lying in the dirt, some of Robert's guards and several volunteers came up to it and had to help lift the beast onto a drawn cart in order to help transport it back to Winterfell for tonight's feast.

Satisfied with what has been slain, Robert called out to his squire. "Lancel! Wine!"

Looking over, Roxas and a few others saw a long blonde haired lad around their age coming towards the king with a waterskin. If they remembered correctly, this was Lancel Lannister, cousin to Cersei and Jamie Lannister.

"Here, your grace." Lancel said, handing the waterskin to the large Baratheon.

Snatching it from his squire, Robert unclasped the lid and drank a good amount of wine down his gullet. Some of the liquid spilled onto his beard, not that the king minded at all once releasing his lips from the nozzle before wiping the rest off his face.

"Ah~ that's good. Nothing like a good drink after a good kill." Robert turned over to Roxas and gave him a cheerful smile. "Thanks for procuring this beat for us, lad. Though you were quite crazy in grappling that boar like that."

Roxas nodded at the praise and was about to respond when he heard something familiar. And he wasn't the only one as Robb, Theon and Ned looked over towards the source.

"The hell is wrong with your beast, Stark." Joffrey said in a rude tone. "Why's it snarling all of a sudden."

The crown prince's answer came rather quickly with plumbs of blackened vapors filled the area, startling many in the process.

-Insert Kingdom Hearts 2: Tension Rising-

"Stay back!" Roxas yelled out, Oathkeeper and Oblivion flashing into his hands.

Robb moved forward to stand beside Roxas with his sword drawn and Greywind right beside them, haunched forward with teeth bared.

The rest of the Hunting party tried their damndest in calming their steeds with varying degrees of success. With a large number of Werewolf Heartless appearing on the scene, each snarling at the Hunting Party. And several other kinds of Heartless came up not long after.

Ned landed on the ground, his Valyrian greatsword Ice was drawn from it's wolfskin sheath.

Barristan also had his sword at the ready while the others were barely recovering from the initial shock of the Heartless appearing so suddenly.

Several variations of Heartless appeared.

Roxas recognized several of them, Neo-Shadows and Werewolves. Though there was a new variation that was shaped like wolves though they were distinctly different. The new variation had green glowing eyes, leaf eyebrows, and sharp carved wood for teeth, and their bodies were made up of timber logs and sticks. Timberwolves seemed to be an apt name for these Heartless types.

"We'll take care of this." Roxas called out to them. "Make sure you form a circle so they don't surround you."

With that statement, Roxas dashed forward with Robb on his right whilst Greywind bolted forward and lunged at the closest Heartless, claws and teeth digging into the creature of darkness.

Feeling his blood and adrenaline pumping, Robb figured now would be a perfect opportunity in attempting a trick Roxas had shown to him, Jon and Theon.

Getting to his first Heartless, Robb's hand shot out and grabbed the top of a Werewolf Heartless's upper mouth before shoving him down. With the combined momentum of his run on top of using the Werewolf as leverage, Robb sailed over the Heartless before with all his might slashed through the Heartless right through its neck.

The sword went clean through it, destroying the Heartless. He heard a cheer from the Hunting Party but he ignored it, managing to land on his feet in time to whirl round and slash at another oncoming Heartless.

The Werewolf Heartless let out a yelp at the sword slash before getting promptly tackled and shredded into by Greywind.

"Good boy." Robb murmured.

Roxas meanwhile was doing what he did best.

He ran at a cluster of Heartless, Timberwolves, Werewolves and Neo-Shadows. Flipping his Keyblades into a backhanded grip.

Increasing his pace, Roxas swung his blades upwards in time to eliminate two Neo-Shadows that leapt at him. The disintegration on top of him flinging his Keyblades up cause fallen leaves, dirt and snow to fly up right into the eyes of some of the Heartless blinding them momentarily.

That was all Roxas needed as he shifted his right foot forward, beginning to slide slightly until spinning twice in a row, slashing through a dozen Heartless with ease. However, there was one strange occurrence he noticed.

Some, like the Neo-shadows and Werewolf's simply burst and faded out of existence, the hearts of the emblem Heartless flying out into the air. The wooden based Timberwolf Heartless however shattered into thousands of wooden splinters. With no heart coming out.

Roxas figured it must have been a collection of wood being held together by a possessor based Heartless.

He focused his attention on the other Heartless that were bounding towards him.

Roxas smacked aside one Werewolf Heartless while shattering another Timberwolf, finishing off the Werewolf with a double slash from his Keyblades. He instantly targeted a nearby Neo-shadow striking it in the gut, destroying it with a slice to the neck after.

Robb and Greywind all the while worked in tandem with one another, the two taking out a swath of Heartless. It usually dealt with Greywind dashing forward, biting onto the Heartless to distract them for Robb to come in for the killing blow.

Robb had a sheen of sweat on his forehead but he felt no exhaustion. Only a growing sense of exhilaration.

He had honestly never thought that all that training with Roxas and fighting with him against the Heartless would help in progressing his fighting skills to such a degree.

Robb held up his sword, a Werewolf biting down on it in an attempt to get to him. Greywind came around and tackled the Werewolf Heartless off Robb, digging into its leg. With a quick jumping step, Robb brought his sword down through the Heartless's yellow eye.

Back with the Hunting Party, many could only watch in astonishment with how efficiently Robb Stark, the Direwolf and Roxas dispatched the multitude of Heartless.

Robert in particular held a particular watching Robb and Roxas work together several times in killing some of the Heartless.

The King chortled aloud, making some to turn to him in bewilderment.

"Remember that time in Gulltown, Ned?" Robert said, shaking his head in mirth. "How I fell flat on my ass when that Unversed nearly got to me?"

Ned blinked before a wide smile found itself onto his face. "Aye, I recall having to save you with Ven on three occasions that day."

"Two!" Robert said in a joking-affronted matter. "That brothel instance didn't count."

Ned only chuckled at his friends comment looking back in pride at seeing Robb making a daring leap to slash down at a Neo-shadow.

Roxas was surrounded for a brief moment before throwing up his Oathkeeper.

*THUNDARA!*

Lightning bolts of considerable size reigned down around Roxas, taking out a multitude of Heartless while damaging some.

"Roxas." Robb called out to him. "There's too many. Far too many from last time."

"I know." Roxas responded, facing several more plumes of darkness that signaled the arrival of more Heartless. What was going on here? There shouldn't be so much Heartless, especially after the various patrols he had done. Then again, he hadn't gone that deep into the Wolfswood that much. And now that he thought about it, there would only be this much Heartless if there's…

"Robb, there's a Nexus around here." Roxas said with a sharp tone.

"Are you certain?" Robb inquired with trepidation, moving over to stand beside Roxas while more Heartless replaced the ones they had just taken down.

"Positive. This is just like back in Karhold." Roxas said in confidence. "There's too many here and they just keep coming."

"You would be correct in that regard." Robb said with a wary glance at the next wave of Heartless. "Would explain that monstrosity we all saw yesterday."

"What should we do?"

Roxas glanced back to the hunting party.

"Everyone." Roxas yelled to them, slowly backing away to stand before them protectively with Robb and Greywind doing the same.

"You all need to head back now." Roxas instructed. "There's a nexus nearby and I have to go take care of it. If you don't, the Heartless will just keep on coming. You need to get back to Winterfell now."

"Like hell I will." Robert called out. "This is too good to pass up!"

"Now isn't the time for that!" Roxas barked surprising all present with how he addressed the King.

Robert was about to argue back when Ned spoke. "Roxas is right my friend. Now isn't the time, Robert."

Robert looked to counter his friend's statement but Ned didn't allow it. "This isn't the Unversed, Robert. This is a different foe altogether. One the two of us are unfamiliar with in combating. We are ill equipped at this time and there's not enough resin and right weapons to go around."

The King was so tempted to argue back when he was struck with a sense of nostalgia, recalling a familiar situation many years back with Ven telling him the same.

"Argh." Robert whined. "Seven Hells, alright, alright. Let's leave." He then turned and yelled out to Robb and Roxas. "You better beat them down good lads. Otherwise, you'd be shaming your father's memories."

Robb turned back to look at his father who only nodded at him. Nodding back, Robb returned his attention to the Heartless with Roxas readying his next move.

The hunting party turned their horses in the direction of Winterfell and ran off to safety.

"We gotta go in hard and fast, Robb." Roxas said, shifting his footing. "I'll go in, get a few spells in to soften them up. You and Greywind pick off any that you can."

"What about the Nexus?" Robb inquired as the Heartless all began to run at them.

"We'll follow the ones that get bigger." Roxas said plainly, sprinting forth towards the Heartless with Robb and Greywind running beside him.

With his feet leaving the ground, hovering in the air, Roxas through his Keyblades forward pointing at the cluster of Heartless.

*BLIZARRA*

A beam of white and blue energy shot out from the tips of the blades which impacted the closest Heartless. A large explosion of ice shot out, destroying some Heartless while others close by were either frozen solid or covered with a layer of ice that impeded their movements.

Roxas and Robb began shattering Heartless left and right, taking out the most recent wave.

"Alright, let's move." Roxas said. "The Nexus has to be close by."

Robb only nodded silently, taking a moment to catch his breath.

Beginning to trudge forward, the trio were on full alert as they waited for the oncoming attack of more Heartless. Northern winds made the branches and leaves shift about, giving off a more tense air.

Robb held his sword with both hands, grasping it tightly while Greywind remained close to him. It comforted the Stark Heir to have his Direwolf nearby. The bond the two shared felt seamless as Greywind responded with near practiced ease whenever Robb needed him for something with the same in turn for the Direwolf.

Robb's eyes momentarily darted to the side upon hearing more rustling bushes and leaves thanks to the wind…

"Roxas." Robb spoke up.

The blond looked over to his friend, Robb pointing his sword past the bushes that were moving about.

Right past the bushes and trees was a swirling mass of darkness.

"The Nexus." Roxas said, stepping forward with his Keyblades raised. "Get ready."

No sooner had Roxas said those words, the leaves, sticks and stones began moving towards the Nexus.

The wood, stock and stone morphed into multiple Timberwolves that growled challengingly.

Roxas, in an uncharacteristic display of power, deadpanned as he raised his Keyblades and called upon his magic.

*Firaga!*

A gigantic fireball burst from his Keyblades, colliding with the large swarm of Timberwolves, annihilating most of them in an instant. Some blew apart while others had their bodies burned to cinders.

The remaining Timberwolves howled, running at the trio with their opponents running right back at them.

Roxas spun his Keyblades, tensing up his muscles and began swinging at every Heartless that drew near.

Robb made sure to stay at a distance, slicing and slashing at the Timberwolves. Some fell apart from him being able to cut at vital areas while others were only damaged needing a secondary or third hit to finish them off.

Greywind ran around the area, avoiding the Heartless' lunging and biting attacks. This was much different than what experience the direwolf previously had. A part of him disliked facing such foes. Another felt excitement as it got an interesting challenge. A sentiment shared with Greywind's partner.

Leaping onto a Timberwolf, Greywind bit down onto the bark-like hide and mustered a lot of strength to rip it off bit by bit. He did whine a little on the pain, feeling some splinters in it's mouth and it'll take some time to properly remove them all. Yet it's a price to pay when facing such an adversary.

Robb, being his partner, rushed in to assist his Direwolf.

With the earlier Fire spell taking out a large portion of the Timberwolves, it didn't take long for them to take out the remainder of the Heartless.

With the many Timberwolves slain, Robb breathed out a sigh of relief. He turned to his friend and expected to be in a relaxed state. Yet to his surprise, he wasn't and the same could be said for Greywind.

"Is something wrong?"

Roxas nodded, eying the broken Timberwolf bodies. "None of them disbursed and saw no Hearts were released. Something is up."

-Insert Kingdom Hearts 2: Vim and Vigor-

As this was spoken, the broken bodies started to roll and roll across the snowy earth. Jumbled all over as they soon conjoined into a pile some feet away from the Nexus. Several trees broke down and joined into the growing swarm. It rapidly grew to a towering height with animal features starting to form.

Robb merely stood there, feeling a cold dread running down his spine as both he, Roxas and Greywind stared down a very extra large version of a Timberwolf Heartless.

"Well aren't you the biggest bastard I've ever seen." Robb muttered out. "Do they usually get this big?"

Roxas shook his head. "Bigger."

"That's wonderful~ to hear." Robb remarked with utter sarcasm. "Fucking hell."

"We'll take it down to size." Roxas said confidently.

"Yeah, easy for you to say." Robb stated, raising his sword up to chest level. Greywind spread out its forward legs, bending down with its eyes on the larger Timberwolf Heartless.

"Any idea how to take it down?"

"I'll tell you once I think of something."

Robb stared blankly at the Nobody. "Roxas, now isn't the time for jests."

"RWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The large Timberwolf's howl-like growl echoed throughout most of the Wolfswood. Anyone near the immediate vicinity would no doubt hear it. Question is, how far was it's reach?

"Yeah, I know." Roxas jumped forward, striking at the snout of the Heartless making it flinch. Robb and Greywind leapt back to gain distance.

Just in time to as the large Timberwolf retaliated from Roxas's initial first strike with a 360 spin that kicked up dirt and a kind of invisible force that sent Roxas flying back.

The Nobody however performed a quick aerial recovery, landing in front of Robb.

Green vapors leaked out of its mouth as it roared once more towards it's opponents with swipes of it's tree-like claws aimed right at them.

"Gods, it's breath is rancid." Robb said, moving back quickly while using one of his arms to cover his nose.

"Yeah, try not to breathe it, could be poisonous."

Greywind momentarily covered his nose, whining as he tried to expel the vapors in the process.

"Greywind!" Robb called out in concern.

"Robb!" Roxas quickly grabbed the back of Robb's shirt and pulled him away as the Timberwolf had pounced, landing on the spot the two stood upon a moment ago.

"You gotta focus, Robb." Roxas ordered, helping Stark remain standing. "Remember Karhold? These bigger ones can knock you down in an instant. Don't get distracted."

"Right, right, sorry." Robb said sheepishly, taking a second to glance over to Greywind who had run over to stand by his partner's side.

Rubbing his Direwolf's fur for a brief moment of comfort before holding his blade up once more.

"Keep your distance and strike when it's distracted." Roxas instructed. "Every scratch, every hit, every cut counts to taking it down."

"Right." Robb nodded, preparing himself.

"Move." Roxas said aloud, sprinting forth with Greywind and Robb dashing in the opposite direction to encircle the large Timberwolf Heartless.

The large Timberwolf only stood up on its hind legs before stomping them down to create two shockwaves that Roxas flipped over. Robb and Greywind on the other hand fell over with neither were quite prepared.

Roxas however knew that he needed to keep going, making sure that the Heartless held its attention squarely on him otherwise the other two would be taken out.

Using one of its paws as a platform, Roxas jumped upwards and struck it in the jaw. Growling, the Timberwolf swung its jaw around rapidly in response knocking back Roxas though he landed on his feet.

"Roxas!"

"I'm fine." The Keybearer waved off. "Stay focused."

Robb obviously wished to do more but begrudgingly knew that Roxas was the experienced fighter here and he had yet to see his friend get knocked out of the fight.

Resuming his run, Robb sprinted at full speed towards one of the Timberwolf's hind legs and slashed through its ankle.

The Heartless roared aloud, looking back to Robb which gave Roxas the opportunity to jump forward and deliver a powerful mid-air front spin dual strike. Stumbling back, the Heartless was rattled which in turn allowed Roxas to land a series of successive hits to the face when he was thrown back by an instinctive defensive 360 spin that released a shockwave.

Roxas flew back and hit a tree hard and fell to the ground, landing on his feet with a slight wobble. Gritting his teeth, he ran forward as the Timberwolf charged right at him. The Heartless swiped at him several times using its paws, mouth and tail in an attempt to get another hit in.

Maneuvering through the assault, Roxas fired off a volley of Firaga spells as each fiery ball impacting part of the Timberwolf's body. Before long, he conjured a larger one above his form before smaller ones shot out from the orb for a Firaga Burst.

'Seven Hells, I wish I could do that.' Robb internally thought running about with quick nicks and cuts to the large Timberwolf with Greywind doing the same using bites and scratches.

Roxas all the while continued to wale on the Heartless who had managed to deflect him several times but the Nobody just kept on attacking.

Growling the Heartless surprised Robb with how it managed to jump so high into the air and appeared to curl into a ball that rapidly spun in midair.

"Robb!" Roxas called out sharply, running to him with Greywind retreating.

Roxas tackled Robb away in time as the Timberwolf crashed into the ground and wooden spiked pillars erupted out of the ground in a circle that surrounded the Heartless.

"Seven fucking Hells!" Robb cried aloud upon seeing what it had just done.

The timberwolf wasn't done as it stomped its front legs onto the ground hard, sending the wooden spears sailing all around it.

"Get down." Roxas shot up from the ground and with his Keyblades began bashing away several of the large pillars though he did not account for the smaller, unnoticeable ones to slip through and scratch him up.

Calling upon his magic reserves, Roxas through both Keyblades out horizontally.

*REFLECT*

A large, domed hexagonal sphere encompassed both himself and Robb with Greywind managing to get in with the two. The sphere absorbed multiple hits with many pieces of wood and rocks getting stuck in the forcefield until the wave came to a halt.

With the barrage over, Roxas released his hold on the shield with an X-swing of his Keyblades. The Reflect shield burst, sending the gathered material in all directions with several striking the Large Timberwolf that roared defiantly afterwards.

"How much more can that bastard take?" Robb said with a grunt, getting back up to his feet.

"As much as he needs to before we take him out." Roxas said, getting back into his stance.

Robb was starting to realize the difference in terms of stamina between himself and Roxas as he was really starting to feel his chest burn whilst his blond friend still seemed all the more ready to fight.

"Roxas." Robb said somewhat tiredly. "I don't know how much longer I can go for. I'll become more of a hindrance than an asset."

"Then we'll take it out in one swoop." Roxas declared. "When the time comes, the three of us will take it out."

"And how do we do that?"

"Follow my lead."

Roxas sprinted forth with Robb trying his damndest to keep up. He felt his legs were straining but gritting his teeth, Robb Stark forcefully made his body move faster to keep up with his friend. Greywind was right beside him, giving him strength to go forward.

What happened next… was rather unexplainable in Robb's eyes.

Everything around him began to slow down with his senses heightening… yet lowering at the same time. He felt his breathing slowed as his heart rate increased rapidly.

...But… something else was there. Something else permeated from his heart beat that seemingly began to encompass his entire being.

And to top it off, this slew of contradictory feelings were effecting his mind as well. It was hazy yet focused all at once and now that he realized it, he was running right with Roxas keeping up with him.

"Robb!" Roxas yelled out.

"Got it."

Without further incentive, Robb sprung forward, raising his sword that began to miraculously glow a brilliant white light.

Embedding his sword into the ground, a long rail of ice erupted forth towards the Timberwolf Heartless. Roxas flipped over Robb and used the ice railing to slide closer.

Sword still embedded into the ground, Robb swung it out which in turn caused the ice to burst with the force launching Roxas upward. What followed was an awe inspiring sight as the shards of ice flew up into the sky and surrounded the Keybearer with them forming into spears. Roxas air dashed right at the Timberwolf with the ice spears launching alongside him.

The spears and Keyblades greatly damaged the Heartless that roared aloud in pain. The onslaught didn't end as Robb stomped his foot upon the ground, ice forming around him. Sliding forward with a trail of ice in his wake, Robb halted in front of the Timberwolf before beginning to glide around the Heartless with a small wall of ice forming behind him. He soon created an ice circle that surrounded the Timberwolf.

Robb then jumped up to the Heartless face with the ice wall shattering, forming into small Direwolves that all charged at the Heartless.

Roxas, who was now in the air had some of the Direwolves go up to him and with Robb and the ice wolves all converged for a large team attack on the Timberwolf Heartless.

The barrage it sustained froze spots on the Timberwolf until Robb performed an icy upward strike that caused jagged icicles to erupt from the sword cut and it was finished off by a light infused Keyblade strike with the Heartless being consumed in a pillar of light with a distant echoing howl in the background.

With the attack over, the entire area grew entirely silent as Roxas and Robb faced the giant Timberwolf that remained motionless.

It didn't budge.

Until… the sounds of creaking filled the air.

The sound grew louder and louder with the large Timberwolf started crumbling to the earth. Parts of its body fell apart with the glowing light dimming out from the eye sockets. Once the wooden skull crashed into the ground, a large glowing Heart surfaced from the pile and rose into the sky before fading away.

"And that takes care of that."

"The hell was that?" Robb inquired, panting up a storm.

"That would be a Limit."

"A what?"

"It's something… special, Robb. Hard to really explain it to you."

"If you say so." Winterfell's heir fell onto his butt with exhaustion filling his very being. "My mind wouldn't even process anything, anyways. Only hearing gibberish in the meantime."

Roxas snorted with a shake of his head.

Looking towards the unguarded Nexus, Roxas took a better note of it. From what he could tell, it was more developed than the one he saw back at Karhold; given its size.

Aiming both Oblivion and Oathkeeper towards the ball of darkness, wisps of light appeared the blades and congregated at their tips. They molded together as one condensed, ethereal ball of light. Reaching its peak, the greater Nobody shot out a beam at the Nexus.

The beam of light struck the larger Nexus in it's dead center, cutting through the darkness. Silence filled the area once the beam vanished.

And like before, Robb witness a light forming within the darkened ball; expanding and soon swallowing up the blackened form. With an expunging wave of light, the darkness all but vanished with small wisps of darkness filtering the air before they too faded away.

"Good thing we got this taken care of now. Hate to see this completed near Winterfell."

Robb however remained silent staring at his hand then at his sword.

"Robb?"

"That… that was magic. I used magic just now." Robb whispered in awe, realizing his feat moments prior.

Roxas only blinked. "Well of course you did. And not bad for your first time to. With more practice you'll get even stronger."

Robb let out a shaky laugh of astonishment, nudging slightly at Greywind butting his head against his stomach.

Grinning madly, Robb ruffled his Direwolf's fur affectionately which the large wolf appreciated greatly.

Robb went on ahead at a slow pace, making sure that there were no more Heartless around here. Even with a portion of Ether recently used, the recent Limit exhausted the Stark heir greatly and needed means of support for a while.

"Let's get back to Winterfell." Robb said with a strained voice. "I'm about to fall apart here."

Roxas was about to follow when he heard something odd, yet familiar. He looked around the surroundings and saw a brief glimpse of something silvery white gracing the corner of his vision. Turning over to see what it was, all he saw was the broken, snowy landscape where he and his companions fought earlier.

'Must be my imagination.' He rationalized, rushing over to catch up to Robb. 'They can't be here, right?'

Walking for several minutes, they soon came across Robb's horse who trotted over to the Stark. They briefly thought it would have run off elsewhere with the fight which occurred earlier. Yet they were grateful for it's arrival.

With some assistance from Roxas, Robb got back onto his horse as they and Greywind made their way back to Winterfell in a comfortable silence.

"Do you think the others made it back in one piece?" Roxas asked.

"A good number of them have been trained to fend off against the Heartless. They would protect the King and the rest to the best of their ability." Robb sent a teasing glare towards his friend. "You doubt this?"

"Not at all."

The heir smirked soon after. "You better."

Sounds of horse hooves echoing throughout the Wolfswood, drawing in their attention. Both Roxas and Robb wondered what was going on and who was coming towards them.

Their answer was soon given as they saw Theon coming towards them.

"Theon." Robb began. "It's good to see you. The Heartless have been slain and so is the Nexus which nested not far behind us."

He and the Nobody then noticed the look of distress on the Greyjoy's visage.

"Is something the matter?" Roxas asked. "Did everyone make it back to Winterfell in one piece?"

Theon swallowed a lump in his throat. "R-Robb, Roxas. It's Bran, he's hurt. He fell from the Broken Tower."

All at once, the world felt silent and cold to Robb. His face grew pale and his eyes widened. For several moments, his heart seemingly skipped many beats.

He soon found himself snapping the reigns of his horse, making the beast run across the snowy earth and through the Wolfswood. Everything drowned out from his senses, even with Roxas calling out for him before he and Theon went after Winterfell's heir.

Nothing else mattered more to Robb now than getting back to Bran's side in this dire moment.

-End Chapter-

AN:

Another chapter has come and gone which finally wraps up the events of the first episode of the TV adaptation… and just days away from my birthday… yay~!

Man it's gonna be a while to take care of certain chapters as they only take up most of the events of a singular episode. But why, what can you do?

Free Man Writer: Fun times all around, especially with showcasing a bit of the magic and power potential of Robb.

Jeb: You all should remember with the Stark bloodline, it's supposed to be special in it's own right. Descended from a Stark who married a Child of the Forest in order to start strengthening the family line. And with that, the magical trait laid dormant within the family for generations. And in the books, Ned's children are supposed to be the ones to finally have it awakened in their own rights with them supposedly having Warging abilities; yet the TV adaptation had Bran being the only one.

FMW: Yeah, in the books, the Stark kids are all wargs as Arya had also maintained her connection with Nymeria even though the two were separate. Magic returning to Westeros on top of Roxas's arrival as well as the Heartless, the people of Westeros are gonna need those that can step up and call upon latent lost power to combat the growing threats that are all around them.

Anyways, be sure to review this story guys! Would like the criticisms. Please and thank you!

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