AN: Sorry for the lateness. A combination of work problems and family events took more time out of writing than I would have hoped. And then my laptop had issues. But I am back with this.

Alright, with all of that out of the way, here we go.

WINTERFELL

ARYA

Arya looked out the window as she watched Robb and Jon spar.

Jon had copied Robb's strength for the match, and what strength he lost from his power, he made up for it by being too quick for Robb to do more than graze.

One pattern Luwin had mentioned, was that those who gained strength also gained some durability, which was the reason Jon could spar like that with Robb while Theon could not. This was best demonstrated when Robb managed to punch Jon with enough force that Arya was sure a regular person would break their neck, while Jon just staggered back before getting back into a fighting stance.

After what felt like an eternity, the battle shifted towards its conclusion.

Robb had managed to pin Jon against the wall, preventing him from dodging, only for Jon to jump onto the wall as Robb got closer and launched himself towards his half brother, knocking Robb to the ground where Jon managed to pin him.

Ser Rodrik Cassel ended the spar, and Jon rolled off of Robb as the two laughed.

Meanwhile, Arya was stuck indoors, to 'prepare' for her sewing lessons with Sansa and the other girls.

Septa Mordane was still confined to her bed from her injuries when the powers first showed up. Luckily, Father pointed out that while she had caused the injuries, it had been impossible to predict that would happen, let alone that everyone in the world would gain powers. As she had no way of knowing it would happen, she did not do anything more wrong than arguing with the Septa in the first place. As such, she was not punished, officially at least.

In lieu of the bed ridden Septa, Mother had decided to take over for her. Normally her duties as Lady of Winterfell made her appearances more rare, and those would sometimes only be quick checks on her daughters' progress in the ways of being proper noble ladies. Now though, she found at least a short term way of having time to run the lessons and be a more active guide to Arya and Sansa.

Arya loved her mother, but with everything going on, she thought they should be more focused on the actual powers, rather than try to go on like life did before. The mystery of Arya's own bones regrowing if she did not put them back in was one thing she really wanted to know more about and have fun with.

Perhaps it was her attempt to stay in control of her kids. Father was the only one who could handle Rickon, and Bran was not even in his own body half the time, preferring birds or dogs. So she was focusing on her daughters who were both older and less able to disobey her.

As Arya got prepared- she knew her Mother would refuse to let her not wear a dress, and going without one would just make Mother force her to change and annoy her for taking up time- before she walked over to the usual sewing room in the tower.

She was the last to arrive- on time still though, so no one could complain- and the rest of the girls were giggling over some song or something. She walked right past them and sat in the farthest seat in the circle.

"Arya. It's not polite to ignore the other ladies." Her Mother chided her.

Turning to her sister, Beth Cassel, and Jeyne Poole, Arya saw they were not discussing a song, but rather a flower seed that had sprouted from Sansa's hand. Out appeared a Blue Winter Rose seen throughout Winterfell.

"Greetings." Arya said with fake cheer. Her true feelings would just get her in trouble, she knew from experience.

Sighing, Catelyn got all their attention. "All right now, Septa Mordane told me that Sansa and Beth are almost done with their latest design, and that you wanted to know about sewing your own dresses. If you can show me how good you are, I may consider letting you do so. Arya still needs help with her needlework, so I will be helping with her mainly."

With that, Sansa and her friends began from scratch, while Arya was given her needlework from last time. It was a complete mess.

"You know, you shouldn't fight with your sister so much." Catelyn said to Arya in a whispered voice, doing her best to keep the conversation to themselves.

"She's the one whose always complaining about me." Arya pointed out. She preferred to be with her brothers, so most of their arguments stemmed from Sansa bringing up her "Mistakes."

"Well that is just because she is trying to help you. I was quite good friends with your Aunt Lysa when we were your age. We did not fight as often, but we did sometimes, so I understand that it is inevitable." Catelyn tried to explain.

Arya had never met Lysa, but she very much doubted the woman would be much different from her mother.

"If you're worried I'm going to stab Sansa, I won't. I just want to get this over with." Arya said to end the conversation.

At that moment she stabbed her palm with the needle. The pain was only there for an instant, but she instinctively grew a single bone spike out of said palm.

Catelyn looked at her youngest daughter.

"...See, this is why I should be learning to control them instead of sewing." Arya pointed out.

DRAGONSTONE-TRAINING YARD

STANNIS

Stannis felt the steel of his blade run up his right arm.

He also felt the Gold of his ring run up his left arm.

Ever since the appearance of powers had happened, he had been trying to master them whenever he could. Today, he was focusing on his first and apparently strongest ability, becoming whatever material he touched.

Stannis was well known for his plain appearance. Where other lords and ladies decorated themselves with expensive materials, he had always dressed in what was necessary, nothing more. Now though, since his main ability depended on what materials he had on hand, he had resorted to wearing several rings and a necklace, each made of a different material, ranging from copper to gold, and iron to steel. They were too small for him to turn his entire body, but they could each turn at least a part of him. He could also use multiple materials at once, as he was experimenting with now. The only downside was that doing so took more concentration to control which part is which material.

He looked at the rest of the training yard, where Ser Davos and a few other men were also training in their own abilities.

Ten men surrounded the Onion Knight, each with rotted food that went bad before the chefs could use it. It was safer using that than rocks or arrows.

At a nod from Davos, the men began throwing them all at him. Each piece flew through the air, until they hit the sphere shaped light that surrounded Davos in that instant. All the food fell down the light shield.

Stannis approached his trusted advisor, and turned his arm into copper and punched the shield. His arm rang for a moment until he turned it back. Next, he hit it with an Iron arm. The same occurred. Relenting for now, Stannis turned himself back fully into flesh.

Ser Davos relaxed, and the shield disappeared, the rotting food falling fully onto the ground.

"That is an impressive shield." Stannis noted.

"I can still feel each hit. It's no more than a tap, but it can be overwhelming when it covers me completely." Davos explained as he held up his arm, covering the back of it with a smaller shield. "This is easier, but obviously covers less. And when they DO break, I can't make another for a few breaths. Which the full sphere also prevents, as it doesn't let air in either."

Stannis nodded. In truth, the shield was simply an additional skill that would help Ser Davos live. His actual most powerful ability in Stannis' opinion was the first one he told him of: the ability to see lies. There was much Stannis would be willing to give up for that ability. Especially when he was in King's Landing on council business. Then he could smoke out not just Baelish and Varys, but their underlings as well who did the actual legwork. But for now, Ser Davos was both too important to lose, and not credible enough to convince Robert. For now, Stannis would have to settle with using him to clean up the Islands.

Stannis had Ser Davos test out that power extensively. He could tell apart outright lies, information that was incomplete, or even information that the speaker thought was correct, but was not. However, Davos had described that last one as the hardest to distinguish, as it was white like a truth was as well. He just always got the feeling something was off about it.

Stannis turned back to his own powers. He focused on the steel ring on his right hand, and using it, tried to turn his left hand into steel. He felt the cold metal shift as it traveled across his skin onto the other hand, enveloping the arm so that it was all castle forged steel. However, when he tried to do the reverse, and turn his right arm gold using the ring on the left, the steel disappeared to make room for the gold to pass through.

Stannis took a breath.

This was going to take awhile. But he could be patient when necessary. He had proved as much back in the Siege.

JADE SEA

EURON

The screams of sailors as they died filled Euron Crow's Eye with joy comparable to a babe getting a toy. It never got old.

The fact that said sailors were screaming and dying before his crew even got close enough to jump over was just an extra treat thanks to these powers.

For millennia, the golden Krakens were flown by House Greyjoy, who took pride in bearing the sigil of the seas' greatest warrior. But unlike other houses, they never were able to actually own the flesh and blood animals. Until now.

Euron watched as the golden Kraken raised another crew member of the Pentoshi ship and threw the poor bastard back at his own comrades.

At first, Euron thought he and his crew were the only ones to gain powers. It made sense really, as they were just returning from scavenging the Valyrian islands when the powers first showed up. Those Dragonlords may have all shared the same tastes in fucking their sisters, but no one denied they had magic unknown to those alive today. Euron had convinced himself that that was the cause of these powers. But the first raid after the crew gained abilities, they learned everyone else had them as well. It took them by surprise when a sailor lit themself aflame. But they managed to win in the end. Unfortunately the women on the ship had to be killed as well. Too dangerous to break in like usual. Lost a few of his more competent members to them.

Thinking upon that, Euron realized that his crew was running low on actual Ironborn. Most of them were Thralls or bastards who had their tongues removed, but he still needed an actual Ironborn to lead them when he was busy.

Perhaps it was time to head back home. He wondered what his family could do.

PYKE

BALON

The waves crashed against the island, as though a storm was about to hit, but the sky was clear, without so much as a cloud visible to the Lord of Pyke.

Instead, the waves were not fighting against the Storm God, but were under the command of Balon.

He clenched his hand into a fist, and with a thought, the waves stood motionless, ready to resume their crashing the moment Balon let them go.

Had he had this power a decade ago, the Iron Islands would be Reaping the shores of King's Landing with no opposition. That Iron Throne would be moved to the Iron Islands, and the swords given to the Ironborn raiders who pledged their loyalty to the Seastone chair and the driftwood Crown.

He was the Drowned God's chosen. These powers proved it.

He was not the only one. Aeron and Victarion were also granted powers involving the sea. But theirs paled in comparison to his.

If only his daughter Asha was the same.

He watched her fly above in the sky, going to visit Harlaw, the Book Lord.

While they were the champions of the Drowned God, the Stormed God seemed to have claimed his last remaining Ironborn child.

He had long considered rebuking tradition and naming her his heir. Aeron would object surely, but she was a better choice than Theon, who left the islands before he ever even knew how to raid. He was a Greenlander. Didn't matter if he returned today to claim his place as the legal heir. He was too weak, and the sooner that embarrassment dies the better.

He heard footsteps approach from behind, and turned to see Victarion, his armor drenched in blood.

"Ship from Essos. Fifth one this moon. Thought they didn't have to pay a price for taking fish in our waters." Was the only response his brother gave for his state.

Before the conqueror, no one would ever dare risk sailing into Ironborn waters for such a trivial reason. It would be the other way around, but the Ironborn would not settle just for taking their fish, but their women and wealth, as well as their men for thralls. Now, the only action they could take without panicking the Greenlanders was dealing with thieves and poachers.

How they had fallen.

Balon had so much to fix.

"We both know why they come to poach." Victarion said after a moment.

His brother was a fool, but the answer was too obvious even for him.

"His blood is the only reason he still breaths, yet he is still causing us problems from half a world away." Balon agreed.

No one is as accursed as a Kinslayer. It was the one thing those Tree fuckers and Star lovers got right with the Drowned God.

That fact was what saved Euron's life two years ago.

Balon's mind flashed to Euron as he was before. Even as a child, Balon had known that there was a darkness in him. He was always different from the rest of them. Ever since he had those dreams about a three eyed crow. Or was it a raven? Regardless, the only other place Balon had seen even a fraction of that darkness, was when he was in the capital, right after Duskendale. From the Mad King himself.

Yet, despite that, Balon felt envy for his disgraced brother. He was Raiding and Reaving like all the Ironborn should be. How much wealth had he amassed? How many people had he plundered to make it? Whenever word did reach about Euron, it always seemed to involve him getting richer and richer.

The Old Ways must return, for the good of the Ironborn. Yet not through that man. If he came back, Balon would wear the title of Kinslayer with pride.

PENTOS

VISERYS

"Image them jumping off of your arm. Just let them loosen." Viserys attempted to advise his younger sister, Princess Danaerys as they both stared at the lizard like scales on her arms.

"Like this." Viserys instructed as the scales on his arm shot forward at a pillar, embedding themselves in it with several cracks.

Of all of their abilities, this was the only one to be the same. Viserys saw it as fitting in a way. But now it was appearing the scales were not identical. Viserys was able to launch them as an attack, as he found out when he killed Pycelle.

That had been a confusing time. He had found himself reminiscing about his childhood in the Red Keep, before the Usurper and his dogs betrayed his House and ruined everything, and suddenly he found himself standing in the hall of the Keep. He ducked into the first room that he came across, and recognized it at Pycelle's chambers. After calming down a bit, the door opened, and Viserys confronted Pycelle, killing the traitor with the scales and blade before realizing that he needed to get out of there. He then found himself back in Illyrio's Manse, laughing in triumph. Later, he learned that his powers were not unique just to him.

And here he was, practicing with Dany.

"It's not working. I can make them longer, but they won't leave my body." Dany said after a minute of concentration. As she gave up, the scales retreated back into her skin.

Viserys sighed. "Alright then. Nothing we can do about that. For now at least." He said.

The door opened, and the two Targaryens turned to see their benefactor, Illyrio Mopatis approach them, flocked by his Unsullied guards who were too well trained to let their powers interfere with their servitude. There had been some slave rebellions from what Viserys had heard, but only a few were successful, and often not for very long.

"Ah, it is good to see you Your Grace. And you as well Princess. Still trying to learn all of your abilities I take it? Have you found any more?" The Magister asked.

"No, unfortunately. The scales remain my only power." Viserys lied with a feigned ignorance of his own abilities.

The Magister had taken them in, and was willing to help them reclaim their lives, but Illyrio was also a risk. If the Usurper gave him a good enough offer, then he may be their own killer instead.

The less people who knew about Viserys' abilities-especially being able to move vast distances- the better. Should the Magister betray them, Viserys could get Dany and himself out of the Manse and come back in the Hour of the Wolf to get vengeance for the betrayal.

And then there was his other ability. He wanted to keep that one to himself for as long as possible.

"I see. That is very unfortunate." The Magister said. "I have heard that while multiple powers are the most common, there are a few who have only one. But there are others whose abilities are harder to notice. I would suggest continuing on in trying to find any others."

"I will keep that in mind Magister. But for now, I think we should focus on what we know we have." Viserys responded.

Later, Viserys returned to his rooms. Danaerys' inability to shoot her scales seemed to mean that it was simply an impossibility for her power, so there was nothing to be done about that.

He laid down upon his bed, staring at his own arm as it was covered in scales. The largest he could make were about the size of a Gold Dragon.

He closed his eyes, and remembered his time before Illyrio. Ser Willem's servants throwing them out. Him being forced to sell his mother's crown. That was the most painful part of their exile in a way. As if he was forced to sever his last connection to his mother and Westeros. But they needed to eat.

Suddenly, Viserys felt himself fall onto the cold ground, he opened his eyes and saw he was no longer in his rooms.

There was no light source, so he was blind, but he felt himself kick something as he stood. He touched it with his hands. It felt like gold.

Viserys was in a vault of some kind.

This made no sense. He knew he could only travel to places or people he knew well. After King's Landing, he had tried to attack Ned Stark and Tywin Lannister, but as he had never been to Winterfell, and Casterly Rock he had only been to once, he was unable to do so.

'Well, might as well get what I can. I am sure they will not be missing some little things.' Viserys thought as he filled his pockets with as much as he could grab, and held the first thing he touched in his hands. He then focused back on his rooms, and felt himself move back to the Manse.

Now with the sunlight, he could see again. He moved over to a desk in the corner of his room and began emptying his pockets, putting it all together before looking closely at what it was.

There were some jewels and silver, but gold was the most common. He examined the coins, but they were from different places, ranging from Westerosi Gold Dragons to Slaver's Bay Gold Honors.

He turned his attention to what he had first hit, and had held in his hand. His mind stopped.

It was just as he remembered it when he sold it.

His brother had regaled him with the story about how their Father had it crafted to celebrate the birth of one of their siblings who had not lived to leave the crib.

Seven Dragon Heads, with two fangs modeled after the ones in Balerion's skull, meant to represent the Riverlands and the Crownlands. In each head's mouth was a different gem.

A Ruby to represent the Westerlands. A Topaz for Dorne. A Sapphire for the seas surrounding the Iron Islands. An Emerald for the Reach. A diamond for the North. Amber for the Stormlands, and Amethyst for the Vale.

It had been meant to represent the Seven Kingdoms, and while some had meaning- Ruby for the Lannisters, Emerald for the Reach's crops- others were just sent by lords as gifts and used for the crown.

And now it was back with Viserys. He had traveled to the crown, without even knowing where it was.

He quickly hid his newfound treasures. Better that no one ask questions or accuse him of stealing from Illyrio.

He laid in bed again, this time with a grand smile of relief on his face.

'I will not fail again. I can not.' were the last thoughts of the self proclaimed king when he finally drifted off to sleep.

AN: Apologies again for the lateness. Hope you find the chapter worth it.

We start off with Arya watching Robb and Jon before heading off to sew. She hints at her younger brother's abilities, with Rickon's still a mystery, but Bran has his cannon Warg powers. They are considered a form of telepathy and Rank B/A-.

We also see Sansa can control plants. This would also be rank B.

We then move to Stannis, who has been training for awhile. I did not realize until this chapter that wearing jewelry would actually be an advantage. And Stannis is willing to do it if there is a practical reason.

Davos also has Force Fields, which are ranked B-. He could withstand a catapult hit, but consecutive hits would tire him out and break it.

Euron we see can manipulate Sea Life like Aquaman. Ranked B+. And we see he is planning a return.

Balon has A rank Hydrokinesis. He can physically stop waves from hitting the islands.

Asha can fly, and like Edd, it is rank B. And this has religious significance for the Iron Islands.

Victarion and Damphair also have Water based abilities, but they are not yet shown.

Finally, we have Viserys trying to help Dany with her powers. Like Viserys, she can make Scales, but hers is rank B, and this lower rank means they are weaker than Viserys' and unable to be shot. She has others that compensate though, so do not worry.

And the chapter ends with Viserys reclaiming his mother's crown. I could not find a canonical description, but Aerys even before the Madness was known for his outlandish ideas (He wanted to make a second wall and absorb the land between the two into the Seven Kingdoms) so I went all out. Most of the jewels are random, I tried to have significance but I know very little about jewelry.

Next chapter, we shall check in with Ned, Undetermined KL POV, Oberyn, and Tywin. After that, it is back to The Game Gets Chaotic!.

Hope you all enjoy this chapter. Also that you all stay safe during these time.

Wish you all luck.

Jaehaerys . Joestar