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The Beginning

Ned Stark knew the words of his house just as he knew the beating of his own heart, and he knew they were coming true. He knew it from the crop reports, which were getting lower every season. He knew it from the increase in demand for furs, flint, firewood, and preserved goods. He knew it from how the sun made itself scarcer and scarcer with each day that passed, less than ten hours now. He knew it from the people migrating south, cramming themselves into Winter Town. It was only a matter of time until the Citadel sent out white ravens to make it official. 

'I do not envy them; no one wants to admit the longest summer on record is ending. Still, the realm needs to be ready. Winterfell needs to be ready.' How such a thing was done, Ned struggled with. He had been Lord of Winterfell for over twenty years now and he still found new challenges around every corner. He had never had to face a winter as Warden of the North; he could remember his father preparing for and governing through winters, but it had been Brandon whom their father had passed those lessons on. Ned had to make do with the simplified version, guidance from Maester Luwin, and what he could remember.

So, he stockpiled grains, preservatives, and dried meats ordering his bannermen to do the same- while taking a careful appraisal of his coffers and tracking the prices of foodstuffs from both the Reach and Essos. The grim fact was they simply did not have enough of anything; not enough food, not enough coins, and not enough time to save more.

Despite what the other six kingdoms of Westeros may think, the North was not poor. Just because they did not have endless amounts of jewels, partake in the needless pageantry of tourneys, or build castles so large that they couldn't be properly maintained, didn't mean they were destitute. The North had fur, timber, and iron; its people were, by-in-large, a frugal and practical lot, they bought what they needed to survive with few indulgences and the trade was popular. But as they stood now, that did not help much.

Alone in his solar, Ned's brooding thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of knocking on his door. "Enter," Ned answered promptly.

The door opened to all Winterfell's resident maester, Luwin, to enter his lords solar. He appeared to be slightly winded, as well as concerned. Clutched in his hands was a letter. "Milord, we have received a raven bearing a letter from King's Landing. The letter itself bears the royal seal," Luwin quickly answered, showing Ned the letter.

Taking the letter, Ned quickly read the letter once, and then twice. His face adopted a look of surprise and disbelief, while his eyes appeared to have a small glimmer of hope. Looking up to Luwin, Ned promptly said, "Tell Catelyn to bring the children into the gods wood, immediately! And have the visiting lords and ladies attend as well!" As Luwin went about his task, Ned couldn't help but feel uneasy about what was about to transpire.

A couple moments later, Ned was in front of the heart tree, surveying his brood as they stood around him, with his lady wife of twenty years, Catelyn Stark née Tully, standing at his right. They were a good, healthy brood and he was immensely proud of each one of them: Sansa was a slightly taller version of her mother, and her genteel ways ensured she'd make a fine wife, Arya was more like Lyanna than ever, but Ned could never bring himself to be upset by her willful ways. Bran was intelligent, curious, and driven though not nearly as good of a fighter as he wanted to be, and little Rickon was the terror of Septa Mordane with his rosy cheeks, sweet smile, and vicious bite.

But despite his love for them all, he couldn't help but feel sad whenever they were all together sans two heads. One of thick red-brown hair, and one of dark curly hair. His eldest son Robb, and his "bastard son" Jon Snow. Ned had lost his two boys, as well as his ward Theon Greyjoy, nearly ten years ago. To this day no one knows what truly happened to their disappearance as no one ever saw them again after they told a guard they were going to the god's wood. And since that day the Stark family has never truly recovered.

When Robb and Jon had disappeared Ned nearly went mad; he led days-long search parties into the surrounding forests, offered rewards for information that led to the safe return of his boys, spent hours kneeling in the snow at the foot of the Heart Tree in prayer, and nights in the crypts begging Lyanna's cold stone effigy for forgiveness which never came because whenever he slept, he heard his lost sister weeping.

In those first six months, he had been more of a heartbroken beast than a man; he neglected his responsibilities and, to his eternal shame, ignored the pain felt by most of his children. Drowning in his own grief, Ned had left the hurt of his other babes to be handled by Cat; Cat who resented that Jon even existed. This resulted in conflict between him and his wife, after she accused Jon of 'showing his true colors' and killing Robb, while Theon and Jon ended up killing each other. Either way, Ned had Catelyn lived in her childhood home of River run, to the shock of all, for nearly a year, until they finally reconciled with the birth of their youngest son Rickon.

Sadly, things were never the same and the distance between them could obviously be seen. This led to Ned offering his bannerman to foster their children, and the houses that accepted the call were Houses Mormont, Umber, Karstark, Glover and Manderly. For House Mormont it was Lyanna Mormont, Maege Mormont's youngest daughter, who became best friends with both Arya and Bran Stark, but is closer with Arya than Bran, due to his friendship with Ned Umber, the grandson of Lord Jon 'Greatjon' Umber. Her older sister Lyra was also in Winterfell, serving as her sister's sworn sword. Alys Karstark, the granddaughter of Rickard Karstark, is friends with Sansa and Jeyne Poole. Lord Galbart Glover had sent his nephew Gawen to be fostered in Winterfell, while Lord Wyman Manderly had sent his youngest granddaughter Wylla.

Wylla Manderly was a brave young lady, not afraid to speak her mind, with a sharp tongue to back it up. She was friendlier to Arya than to Sansa, and as such spent a lot of time with the young, she-wolf, her brother, Lyanna and Rickon, whom she had a fondness for. All of the fosterlings were in attendance as well, in addition to their parents and family members who were visiting at the time. Lady Mormont sat to his left with her daughters standing beside her, followed by Robett Glover, who was standing with his wife and son, Small Jon Umber with his son Ned, Lord Rickard Karstark with Alys and his second son Torrhen, and Ser Wylis Manderly with Wylla.

Ned took a breath before addressing the group in front of him. "Everyone, I thank you all for coming at such short notice. This morning, a raven arrived in Winterfell from King's Landing, bearing a letter stamped with the King's seal."

Everyone in attendance straightened almost immediately when they heard this. This letter must have been of great importance if they all had to be informed.

"What did this letter say, my lord?" asked Ser Wylis.

"It is a summons to King's landing to attend a gathering of many of the great houses throughout the Seven Kingdoms." Ned answered.

"All of the Lords Paramount, and their families are to attend." Nearly the entire group gasped as they heard what Lord Stark had said. The last time all the Lords Paramount had been gathered in one setting had been the Greyjoy Rebellion, nearly ten years ago.

"And did the letter say what this meeting is going to be about Ned?" Maege pointed it out curiously. Ned sported a pensive look before answering her question in a solemn voice.

"The meeting is to address the truth concerning the disappearance of the children from ten years ago." A loud gasp came from Catelyn's mouth, and everyone else was just as shocked. They all knew about the disappearance of Robb Stark, Jon Snow and Theon Greyjoy, but they were not the only children to have vanished.

In the North, Domeric Bolton, only son and heir of Lord Roose Bolton had disappeared without a trace. Word had also spread from the Reach that the young son and daughter of Lord Mace Tyrell had vanished, as well as the young heir of House Tarly.

Robert had lost his bastard daughter Mya Stone also, at first, he raged at his wife, accusing her, of killing his little fawn, but word reach the capital that many children were missing, only then did Robert fury diminished.

The two sons of Prince Doran, Quentyn and Trystane Martell, whose disappearance almost caused a war with Dorne as Prince Oberyn accused the Lannister and rallied a host of 30,000 spears ready to march on Casterly rock. The Lord Hand, Jon Arryn managed to persuade Prince Doran that his sons were not the only children missing, saving the realm from a terrible war. No word has ever been heard of the missing children, until today.

"The letter also stated that this meeting has been organized by Lord Stannis Baratheon, at the behest of the red priestess who serves as his advisor." He continued.

At these words, the adults within the group became apprehensive. They had all heard about the mysterious red priestess residing on the isle of Dragonstone. When Stannis Baratheon's daughter, Shireen, had caught Greyscale and none of the maesters could cure her, it was the red priestess, having offered her services to Stannis, who cured the young girl.

Since that day, the priestess, Melisandre, became one of Stannis Baratheon's close advisors in court with his wife even converting to the Lord of Light, who had answered her prayers on saving her daughter when the Seven did not. Her reputation in Westeros did not help when she slowly converted many to the Lord of Light after word spread of her abilities. Rumors have even been said that both King Robert and Stannis have been seduced by the red priestess on more than one occasion, but nothing has ever been proven on either brother.

"I don't trust this red priestess," Small Jon bluntly stated. "Are you sure you have to go to King's Landing milord?"

"I must Small Jon. This is an order from King Robert, and I am honor bound to answer his summons," Ned replied.

"Besides, I also intended to address the other Lords Paramount on preparing for the upcoming winter." Every adult sighed, knowing full well how honorable their lord is. They knew that summer was passing, and a great winter would be upon them soon. They will need as much food and supplies as they can get their hands on, as soon as possible.

"Very well Lord Stark. But who shall you take with you to King's Landing, and who shall remain to guard Winterfell and the North while you are away?" asked Rickard.

"I shall go with my lady wife and my three eldest children. Rickon is too young to make the trip to King's Landing, so he shall stay here in Winterfell."

"Aaauugh! But I want to come!" exclaimed Rickon, not wanting to be left alone.

"Do not feel sad Rickon. I'm going to have Wylla stay with you until we return. Alright?" Ned replied to his son warmly.

"Okay. But only because it's Wylla!" Rickon answered, causing Wylla to giggle.

"Lord Stark. With your permission, I would like to stay here in Winterfell," answered Alys Karstark.

"Alys!" exclaimed Sansa in surprise.

"Please Sansa. Someone has to remain here to make sure Rickon keeps to his studies." She said with a smile.

"HEY!" he pouted.

"Very well, Lady Alys. You shall remain here in Winterfell," Ned answered with a chuckle.

He then turned to Lord Karstark. "Lord Rickard, would you be kind enough to accompany my family and myself to King's Landing?"

"It would be my honor, Lord Eddard." The lord of Karhold answered.

"Lord Eddard, I shall accompany you as well!" said Ser Wylis, knowing Full well that his father would want him to attend as well.

"Aye! Count me in as well, milord!" exclaimed Small Jon Umber.

"Very well Ser Wylis. Small Jon. I am very grateful for your support." Ned answered truthfully.

"My lord. I shall remain here with my wife and son to help defend Winterfell," said Robett Glover.

"Thank you, Lord Robett." Ned said.

"I shall be coming along as well, Ned," Maege Mormont answered.

When Ned tried to reason with her, she shrugged it off saying, "I am old, not infirm! So don't even bother trying to use that excuse on me. Besides, my girl Dacey can handle things on Bear Island for me, while I'm away." With a sigh, Ned was forced to concede.

He then said aloud, "If there is nothing else, let us prepare for our journey. We leave tomorrow at noon." With that final word, everyone departed the gods wood, until only Ned and Catelyn were left.

Catelyn, with a look bordering skeptical and hopeful, went up to her husband and asked, "Do you truly believe we will get answers?"

Ned looked down for a moment before looking his wife in the eye. "I do not know," Ned answered truthfully.

"But if there is even the barest chance of knowing what happened to boys. I have to take it." He sighed, praying that they would find his sons.

Catelyn took a breath, then exhaled. "Alright then. Let us get ready for King's Landing." Ned nodded, following his wife into Winterfell's keep.

The next day, the company of House Stark set off for King's Landing, not knowing that what they would learn there would change the course of history.

King's Landing (A couple weeks later)

It was mid-morning, and after a long and tiring journey from the North to the Crownlands, the Northern party had finally arrived at King's Landing. And in many of the Northerners' humble opinion, King's Landing seemed to be a place best admired from a distance.

As they approached the King's Gate at the southern corner of the southwest wall, he could see the marble-walled Great Sept of Baelor with its seven crystal towers rising above Visenya's Hill to the west. In the north of the city, the Hill of Rhaenys was capped by the collapsed ruins of the Dragon pit dome, which had not been in use since the last dragon died a century-and-a-half ago. Most importantly, of course, in the south-eastern part of the city was Aegon's High Hill, where the pale red bricks of the Red Keep gleamed in the afternoon sunlight from where it loomed over both the city and Blackwater Rush. Surrounded by high, thick walls, it looked both beautiful and secure.

It also stank to the high heavens.

"What is that smell?" Arya gagged; she'd finally talked Ned into allowing her to ride alongside him for the last few days of their journey, even purchasing a lovely dun rounsey which Arya had swiftly latched onto, dubbing the mare, Cider.

"Half-a-million people living on top of each other without a properly maintained sewage system," Ser Wylis commented dryly. The plump knight had been to King's Landing before on business for House Manderly, so he was already familiar with the state of things in King's Landing.

Arya cocked her head to the side, "Why doesn't the smell bother you then?"

The knight chuckled, "It does bother me Lady Arya, I'm just good at hiding my discomfort. A good skill to have when dealing with particularly unsavory tradesmen."

Ned nodded. "Aye, and good for dealing with the courts of the South."

Ned took a moment to look at the group around and behind him. The Northern party now consisted of the original Stark party and the newly added Bolton party, who had joined the Starks at Moat Cailin. Arya was riding next to him on his right-side, with Ser Wylis to her right on his slightly overworked horse, and Bran just behind her. While Small Jon Umber was to his left, followed by Roose Bolton.

The lord of the Dread fort had an unremarkable form, neither plump, thin, nor muscular. He had pasty skin, short strong fingers, a plain face, beardless and ordinary, with his only noticeable feature being his strange eyes, paler than stone and darker than milk, like two white moons. Yet they did little to hide the calculating intelligence and ruthlessness that made the Bolton lord so feared.

The others, including Catelyn, Sansa, and Maege, were riding in the wheelhouse for the duration of the journey, flanked by guardsmen on both sides. As they neared the Gate of the Gods, Ned couldn't help but feel worried about all those who came with him. He had never liked King's Landing. This was where his father and brother had been murdered, all those years ago. This city had caused so much pain and grief for House Stark, and deep within his soul, Ned felt that his family was going to experience even more pain.

Eventually, after crossing through nearly all of King's Landing, the Northerners finally arrived at The Red Keep.

Unsurprisingly, King Robert Baratheon, Queen Cersei Lannister and their three children Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen Baratheon were the first to greet them in the courtyard. The once mighty and renowned 'Demon of the Trident' was now fat and red-faced, garbed in a black velvet doublet decorated with a crowned golden stag, a green doublet, and a golden mantle with a cloak of black and gold squares.

The queen hadn't been called the most beautiful woman in the world for nothing; with flowing golden hair, emerald eyes, fair skin, and a slender graceful build, she was a striking figure draped in crimson velvet and dripping in jewels.

However, even her beauty couldn't disguise the coldness in her eyes and the slight sneer on her lips as she surveyed the Northern party. A gesture mirrored by her son, Joffrey Baratheon, who was standing beside her.

The crown prince of the realm was a comely young man, tall and lean, with Lannister blond hair and green eyes clad in ornate finery. The two youngest children however were far more agreeable; both had the Lannister coloring which could be seen while they were beside their father.

The only Kings guard at their side were Ser Barristan Selmy and Ser Jaime Lannister, the Queen's twin brother. Tyrion 'the Imp' Lannister, the Queen's youngest brother, was standing beside Jaime. A dwarf with stunted legs, stubby fingers, and a jutting forehead, Tyrion had mismatched eyes of green and black, with dark blond, flaxen hair. The two brothers were talking about something that made Jaime laugh.

To the right of the Royal Family were the Hand of the King Jon Arryn and his wife Lysa Arryn née Tully. While still broad-shouldered, Jon Arryn had gotten older with time and was now leaning on a cane. Once a pretty, slender girl in her youth, Lysa Arryn had grown thick of body, as a result of her many pregnancies, miscarriages and stillbirths. Despite being two years younger than her sister Catelyn, Lysa looked ten years older; her face becoming pale and puffy, and it appears she now paints and powders it. The reason their son Robin Arryn wasn't with them was that Lysa felt he was too sickly to join them and left him in the Tower of the Hand with loyal soldiers.

At a distance from the King was Stannis Baratheon, the eldest of King Robert's younger brothers. A tall man with broad shoulders, his stern face spoke of a serious, stubborn, rarely-forgiving, hard man who valued his pride and honor. His wife Selyse Baratheon née Florent by his right side, and their daughter Shireen Baratheon by his left. Lady Selyse was not a particularly attractive woman. As tall as her husband, thin, and had the Florent trait of too-large ears, Selyse sported pale eyes and a sharp nose.

As for Lady Shireen… Just by looking at her, no one would have believed that the girl had barely survived greyscale, let alone without leaving so much as a scar, some have said that this pretty young girl was on par with the princess Myrcella with her black hair and ocean blue eyes, he sees that they spoke true.

Not far from Stannis' direction was his most loyal bannerman Ser Davos Seaworth, a former smuggler turned knight sworn to Stannis Baratheon. A slight man with brown eyes and an ordinary face weathered by the elements, his beard and thinning brown hair were peppered with gray. Most of his sons had squired under Stannis for years and the 'Onion Knight' was considered to be Stannis', right-hand man.

The King's youngest brother Renly Baratheon was not too far from Stannis and his family. Lean and lithe, he greatly resembled his brother Robert back in his younger years. Renly was currently beside his niece Shireen.

Varys the 'Spider', Master of Whisperers, and Grand Maester Pycelle were standing to the left of the royal family. A short and slender man with a small, pointed beard was standing with them as well. He seemed to regard most Northerners with disinterest, only flashing a delighted look upon his face when he caught sight of Catelyn.

The banners of House Tyrell and Tarly could be spotted next with Lady Olenna Tyrell, the 'Queen of Thorns', her son Mace Tyrell, the Lord of Highgarden and Warden of the Reach, beside his elderly mother and next to him was his second son Ser Garlan.

Formerly of House Redwyne, Lady Olenna was a small woman, the size of a child. Appearing wrinkled and wizened, with soft, spotted hands sporting gaunt thin fingers, the Dowager Lady of Highgarden was supposed to be a cunning old woman with a wicked wit and a sharp tongue. Her son Mace on the other hand, was a handsome and once-powerful-looking man who had since turned to fat. With curly brown hair and a trimmed triangular beard, which had white and grey specks in it, he appeared to be red-faced.

Mace Tyrell had lost his two youngest children Margaery and Loras nine years ago, when Loras fell off a boat and Margaery tried to catch her brother, only for a wave to hit the boat and cause her to fall overboard as well. Neither of them had ever been found. Ser Garlan was exceptionally handsome, tall, broadly built, and had a beard and brown curly hair.

Not too far from them was Randyll Tarly, Lord of Horn Hill and one of the finest commanders in Westeros. A lean and balding man with a short, bristly grey beard and a fierce and stiff posture, he was standing next to his wife Lady Melessa Tarly née Florent (cousin to Selyse Florent), their two youngest children, Dickon and Talla Tarly. In contrast to her husband, Lady Melessa appeared to be a very warm and welcoming person.

Dickon, a tall and strong young man, was Randyll's heir, after his original heir Samwell Tarly drowned in a pond and his body was never found. Rumor was that the Lord of Horn Hill didn't even seem to mourn his son like his wife would. Talla was a youthful and pretty young lady who appeared to be quite polite at the very least.

House Greyjoy banners were also seen. Balon Greyjoy, Lord of Pyke and Warden of the Iron Islands, had aged considerably, since the bitter Iron born was ultimately crushed in his failed rebellion. Gaunt with a hard face, sporting hard black eyes with long grey hair flecked with white that hung past the small of his back, he was standing right beside his daughter Asha Greyjoy. Lean and long legged, with dark eyes and black hair cut short, her face was thin, with a big, sharp nose, and wind chafed Iron born woman appeared wild and headstrong, and looked surprisingly happy to be at the capitol.

House Tully banners could also be spotted. Ser Brynden 'Blackfish' Tully was next to his nephew and heir of Riverrun, Ser Edmure Tully, who was next to his sister Lysa. Ser Brynden was tall and lean, with a hoarse, smoky voice. He was clean-shaven, and his face was craggy, and wind burnt, his features lined, and once-auburn hair had long gone to grey, and he had bushy eyebrows and laughing eyes of deep blue. While Ser Edmure had auburn hair and deep blue eyes, like most Tully’s, and grew a fiery red beard. Of stocky build, Edmure was a head taller than his sister, Catelyn.

And finally, standing as far away from each other as possible, were the banners of Houses Martell and Lannister.

Representing House Martell were Prince Oberyn Martell and his niece and heir to Dorne Princess Arianne Martell. A tall, slender, graceful, and fit man with lustrous black hair with only a few silver streaks, Prince Oberyn was known to be a fierce and deadly spearman with a dangerous, bloodthirsty temper.

Leaning on his right-side was his long-time paramour Ellaria Sand. Although not accounted as a beautiful woman, Ellaria was regarded as attractive and eye-catching, with an exotic, sensuous flair. Behind them were the three eldest of Prince Oberyn's bastard-daughters, the Sand Snakes; Obara, Nymeria and Tyene Sand. While to the left of Oberyn, the Princess Stood.

Representing House Lannister was the Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West himself, Tywin Lannister. A tall, slender, broad-shouldered man in his fifties, his arms were thin but muscled, his golden hair had started to go bald, and pale green eyes flecked with gold surveyed the courtyard with cold and calculating efficiency. Intelligent, politically astute, ruthless, and controlling, Tywin Lannister was by far the most feared man in all of Westeros. If one was to make an enemy of 'the Old Lion', they would be signing their own death-warrant.

All of the Great Houses summoned for this meeting stood in attention, waiting for the last of the Northern party to arrive.

Once all of the Northerners had disembarked, Ned was the first to kneel, with the rest of the party following his example. Robert strode quickly before Ned and signaled for all to rise.

"Your Grace," Ned greeted, his head still bowed.

"You've gotten fat," Robert replied.

Ned gave Robert's midsection a pointed look. They locked eyes and immediately started laughing. The King wrapped his oldest friend in a bear hug, which Ned awkwardly returned.

"Gods be damned Ned, it's so good to see you," Robert said cheerfully. No one could deny how happy the King was upon seeing the Warden of the North.

"You too, your Grace," Ned replied, smiling at his friend while managing to keep his shocked expression in Robert's weight gain hidden.

Robert scoffed at this before greeting Catelyn, who was planning to see her brother and sister.

"Cat, it has been too long," The Stag King greeted the Lady of Winterfell before wrapping her in a hug.

Lady Stark was speechless at the tight grip, while Arya and Bran are struggling to contain their laughter at the scene, making Robert laugh in return.

"Ah, these must be your children, Ned?" Robert asked Ned, who nodded at the King's question.

"From left to right, my eldest daughter, Sansa, my youngest daughter, Arya and my son, Bran," Ned said, as he introduced his children to the King.

The King shakes their hands before ruffling Bran's hair and laughing it off.

"I'm sorry to hear about your boys, I remember hearing about what happened," Robert said rather bluntly to him.

Ned took a deep breath, he answers, "I’m sorry about Mya" before Robert could answer Jon Arryn interfered, greeting his former foster son.

"Ned, it's been a long time hasn't it." He greeted his foster son.

Lord Stark smiled at Jon Arryn, then hugged his foster father.

"You too, Jon Arryn," Ned said back to the Hand of the King.

Once the Warden of the North noticed the gathered houses of the realm within the courtyard, Lord Stark grew worried.

"Why are all the representatives of the Houses all gathered here, Your Grace?" Ned asked Robert in a concerning manner.

Robert scoffed at his question.

"Damn priestess said something about 'seeing through the flames' that you would be arriving around mid-morning. So, I had every one of them stand out here to wait for you."

Ned would have been flattered if he hadn't felt concerned about how the other Lords and Ladies felt about all of this.

"When is the meeting to start? I would like to get this matter, as well as other matters concerning preparation for Winter resolved as soon as possible," Ned said to both Robert and Jon Arryn.

While Lord Arryn nodded in understanding, Robert began to laugh.

"HAHA! Nothing but duty and honor for you, Ned? Don't worry, the meeting is going to be held this afternoon. That red priestess said something about 'performing the Lord of Light's spell' at the Dragon Pit. But first, let's get drunk and pissed!" he shouted.

In the Dragon Pit,

The Dragon pit was once a huge domed castle at the crown of Rhaenys's Hill. The main gate consisted of massive doors, mainly bronze with some iron, and were so wide that thirty knights could ride through it at once. A score of lesser entrances were also present, some of them were oak-and-iron doors. The building's walls were thick and the roof strong. But now the great dome was broken, the building ruined, the pit's walls blackened by fire.

The Royal Family, including the Baratheon’s and the Lannister’s, as well as a couple of members of the small council were the first to arrive in the Dragon pit. Followed by the Arryn’s and the Northerners, the Tyrells and the Tarly’s, the Greyjoy’s and the Tully’s and the Martell’s.

Given the size of the ruined castle, all of the gathered nobility only two-thirds of the open space. And as the last person entered, they began to settle around a raised stone platform at the center, next to allies and kin. The children would sit closer to the platform, while the adults would sit behind them. Sansa, feeling lonely, decided to sit next to Arya, Bran and Lyanna. Over the past few years Sansa and Arya had somewhat gotten along, and Bran had often acted as the voice of reason between his older sisters.

Shireen awkwardly waved at Bran, who blushed at the young Baratheon and politely returned the favor, while Arya, Sansa and Lyanna both looked at him in a comically disapproving manner.

Due to Cersei keeping a short leash on Myrcella and Tommen, the two children look saddened by not being able to play with the other children.

This led Joffrey to start mocking his younger siblings.

"Why would you two want to spend time with the likes of those filthy savages of the North," Joffrey spat in disgust towards Bran, Lyanna and Arya.

The comment was heard by the elder Northerners, with reactions ranging from shocked, to indignant, to enraged. Sansa seemed to have been shocked by the prince insulting her family, while Renly, sensing that hostilities were brewing, decided to introduce himself to the younger children.

"Ignore my nephew's foolish words, everyone seems to do so. Except for Cersei," Renly cheerfully said to the children, making them giggle at his comment. The adults' tempers were somewhat assuaged as well, though they now began to feel wary of the Royal family.

Taking the time to catch up with her family, Catelyn began conversing with her sister, brother and uncle. Lysa snobbily told them that her son Robyn wasn’t feeling well so she left him inside, much against Jon Arryn's protest.

When everyone was finally settled in, Melisandre, the red priestess of R'hllor, walked to the center of the dragon pit. The 'Red Woman' was regarded as a beautiful woman by many. She has long hair the color of deep burnished copper, unsettling red eyes, and pale, unblemished skin. The priestess is slender, graceful, and taller than most knights, with full breasts, a narrow waist, and a heart-shaped face. As was the custom of the red priests of her faith, Melisandre wore a dress made from long red fabric.

Arya and Bran were shocked by her presence and how she calmly entered the scene. Sansa meanwhile joined her mother and met her aunt and uncles.

"The Lord of Light has brought us here to learn what happened to the missing children of the lords and ladies of the land, who disappeared nine years ago," The red priestess announced to the group atop the platform, gathering their attention.

She began to draw strange markings on the ground as everyone stared at Melisandre in confusion. Eventually the red priestess did finish what she was doing and turned to the rest of her audience.

"The Lord of Light has shown me through the flames of their survival. The children are not in this world, but in another realm. A realm that is far older and darker than our own," Melisandre said aloud, leaving everyone shocked and confused.

"Another realm?!"

"Preposterous!"

"Madness!"

As the gathered audience voiced their disbelief, Melisandre had one of Stannis' men hand her a strange box with markings all over it. The audience went silent as the priestess opened the box and revealed a large, glossy white orb.

"This stone has been in the Lord of Light's keeping, ever since the Company of the Rose gave it to us as payment for a great debt," explained Melisandre as she held out the stone in both of her hands. As Melisandre finished her sentence, she made direct eye contact with Ned. Causing the Lord of Winterfell to feel that did not go unnoticed by Catelyn as she glared ice-cold daggers at the red priestess.

"The stone holds powerful magic unlike anything Westeros, or the known world has ever seen. With this stone and the power of the Lord of Light, we shall see where the missing ones can be found," Melisandre called out.

Davos and many of the Southerners had looks of discomfort, some even showing hints of fear. While the Northerners and the Martell’s were a little more accepting of the notion of magic, barring Catelyn and Sansa.

Melisandre then began chanting in an unknown language, the moment she placed the orb on the ground, in the middle of the drawn red priestess would continue her chant for another minute-and-a-half before suddenly stopping. For a couple of minutes, no one dared to say a thing, nor did Melisandre who appeared confused at first glance.

"We were brought here for this. The false promises of a mad woman's false god?" Balon Greyjoy spat out in disgust.

Ironically, Randyll Tarly agreed with the Iron born and was openly showing his detest of the random summoning to the Capital. Even Tywin Lannister, who disdained the Iron born as much as everyone else, had to agree with Balon about this apparent farce.

Only for their thoughts of disbelief to come abruptly to a halt, once the stone began to glow until flames erupted from it. While everyone looked positively terrified at the sight that they were witnessing, Melisandre could be seen smiling in relief as her prayer had been heard, as the flames began to expand over the platform and merge into one massive one.

Once the flames had merged, the center of the flames began to show glimpses of this new world Melisandre had proclaimed moments ago, causing everyone to sit down in disbelief of what they were now seeing.

Magic had returned to Westeros!

Melisandre smiled widely at what she had done moments ago, before she turned to the larger group.

"The Lord of Light has answered and now shows us a new world. Even though I do not know the origin of this world, we can see and hear what transpires in this realm. However, they cannot hear or see us," Melisandre informed the many nobles within the Dragon pit.

After the red priestess said these words, Ned sat down and lost himself in thought. He hoped that Robb and Jon were alive and well in this new world they were somehow placed in, and that no harm befell them. Though that was only wishful thinking.

His thoughts soon turned toward his sister Lyanna, and Ned prayed that she could forgive him for not being there for her son.

Not noticing Melisandre briefly staring at the Warden of the North before continuing on.

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As everyone watched the flames that Melisandre had conjured, The Westeros native saw four words appear on the screen, The Children of storm. one could see the various expressions on their faces.

For instance, Lady Selyse appeared proud of Melisandre's conjuration, though it wouldn't surprise many of the nobles around her. Ever since the Red Woman cured her daughter of greyscale, the wife of Stannis Baratheon has become a most fervent follower of the Lord of Light.

Something that made her cousin, Lady Tarly, look rather nervous, seeing that her cousin was no longer a follower of the Faith of the Seven. While everyone was marveling at the flames in front of them, Melisandre moved away from the stone and sat not far from Stannis.

Renly, feeling inquisitive, decided to voice his questions regarding the stone. "So… If this stone is capable of seeing beyond the scope of human eyes, would it not make it some sort of 'seeing stone'?" Renly asked around.

"Might as well call it that. Better than calling it 'the magic stone', and we are seeing things from said stone," Tyrion responded to the Lord of Storm's End.

The flames show a beautiful land covered in verdant fields, with small forests dotting the landscape. Suddenly the flames zoomed in on three hooded figures walking on a paved road, with trees as high as the wall on either side of them.

Two of them were slim and they could only guest that they are women, the third one was tall with broad shoulder. All three had a black and yellow hood covering them from head to toe, they could not make out their faces.

They are suddenly stop by a man with an ugly scar across his forehead and a sword in his hand, and accompanying said man was 30 others, who they could tell was bandits.

In the Dragon Pit,

They could all see that those three wanderers were in trouble, even the Sword of the morning would have trouble against 30 bandits.

In the Flames,

The man with the ugly scar introduced himself. "I am Krogas, these roads are under the protection of the Elvicate. To pass here a toll must be paid." he said cockily.

The tall, hooded one responded in a gruff and annoyed tone, "we have no gold to give, and if you value your lives, you and your despicable band will let us pass."

In the Dragon Pit,

They were shocked, many of them would have paid their toll and not fight 30 well-armed bandits with only 2 on their side.

Robert started laughing "HAHA! I like this one."

In the Flames,

Kragos took offence and smiled cruelly, "if you don’t have gold, you could leave those two beauties’ with us, consider it payment" his man laughed at the remark while the tall man clenches his fist so hard it started to light up. Something that did not go unnoticed by the Westeros natives.

In the Dragon Pit,

Everyone shared a look of disgust at the man’s word, every woman knew what befall helpless women when it comes to the savagery of bandits. Especially the Martell who is reminded of what happened to his sister, Oberyn glared at the Lannister’s.

In the Flames,

One of the slimmer hooded figures removes her cloak to the amusement of the bandits, her raven black hair fallen on her back, her eyes the bluest anyone has ever seen, looked at them with a smile, her armor looks crafted from polished steel and features intricate engravings of patterns.

The breastplate is shaped to accentuate the woman's figure, while the gauntlets and greaves are adorned with delicate filigree.

A flowing white surcoat with a golden trim completes the look, bearing the emblem of her family crest, the black stag of House Baratheon. The armor exudes a sense of strength, grace, and regality, making the wearer a formidable force on the battlefield.

In the Dragon Pit,

The sand snake and northern woman warriors could not help but be at awe at the armor she was wearing, Lyanna looks at Arya and said, "who could have made such armor?"

"I don’t think we have any armorer in Westeros that can make such thing." Arya answered

Obyren looked at the little she wolfs who reminded him of his daughters, "if you want, I may know someone in Essos who could make such armor, if your father approves of course"

Arya looks at her dad with hope in her eyes, Eddard gave the red viper a suspicious look and answered, "house stark would be grateful, prince Oberyn."

They turned to the flame to see her speaking with the bandits.

In the Flames,

" I am Bella Rivers, daughter of king Robert Baratheon. You will let us pass or I will kill every last one of you, HERE AND NOW!!!" With her declaration she took the staff that was strapped to her back and took a fighting stance.

In the Dragon Pit,

They were all shocked at the girl now name Bella Rivers declaration, they had heard that the king lost a bastard daughter name Mya, but it seems that Mya wasn’t the only daughter the king lost.

On the Baratheon and Lannister side they all looked at the girl, they could not deny it, she was 100% of Baratheon blood. Before anyone could speak, the other cloak slim one spoke.

As she removed the cloak, she had short raven black hair that stop on her neck, her eyes were ocean blue, unlike her companion, she had a leather armor which consists of a fitted cuirass with a high neckline and a flowing skirt, providing protection for the torso and legs.

The leather is adorned with intricate tooling and embossing, featuring interlocking patterns of vines and leaves with multiple miniature black stags. The armguards and greaves are reinforced with steel plates, adding strength and durability.

A leather belt cinches at the waist, accentuating the woman's figure. The armor is finished with a rich, warm brown dye, giving it a rugged yet refined appearance. The wearer exudes a sense of fierce determination, ready to take on any challenge the world may bring.

She had a brown recurve bow, and a quiver strapped to her back.

In the Flames,

she spoke up, "Bella, they are not from Westeros, they don’t know Robert" earning a smile from her younger sister.

With that she introduces herself as she removed her bow form her back, place three black arrows in it, she pointed them at the bandits, "I am Mya stone and that is all you will need to know."

In the Dragon Pit,

They all look at the two women before them, they both had an ethereal beauty that the woman of house Baratheon seems to possess, adding their finely crafted armor, many men in the dragon pit could not help but stare at the beauty that identify themselves as the king's bastard. The Lannister, especially Cersei and Joffrey were seething with rage.

Robert looked at his two daughters with something akin to sadness in his eyes, Jon Arryn spoke seeing the look his king eyes, "Robert."

Robert did not hear him lost in memory of long ago, when he was a young man in the Eyrie playing with his little fawn. Until his witch of a wife threatens to hurt his daughter if he brought her to court. His hand squeezing the cup of wine he was drinking, under the pressure, the cup shattered under his fury without him even knowing.

Many in the dragon pit gave the king a wary look, it was Stannis who called out to his brother that got Robert out of his thought and calmed him down.

Robert looked at his brother and then said to Jon "I’m fine Jon."

But Jon could see the sadness and anger in his eyes.

In the Flames,

Kragos look at them with a enrage look on his scarred face, "Fine, we will leave your corpse for the beast to feast on" he raised his hand and 20 of his man charged at the two sisters. While the other 10 surrounded the tall still cloaked figure.

As the bandits charged at them, Bella surged forward and began to spin her staff as she met the bandits head on, the first one to meet her was hit on the shoulder and the force of the impact dislocated it, and with a spin Bella hit him on the temple fracturing his skull, which instantly kill the fool.

She then made her way to her next victim. She hit him on his left arm, breaking it before leaping into the air and break his skull on her way down.

Mya shot her arrows, and three bandits were hit in the eyes at the same time, shocking the others. 

In the dragon pit,

They all believed that the bastards would not last long, but to their shock and awe, the two girls were fighting with a ferocity and grace that is only befitting of the children of storm.

The bandit that numbered 20, became 10 in the blink of an eye. The woman warriors of Westeros were giddy at the fact that these girls were doing something that the man of Westeros thought impossible by woman, being powerful warriors.

In the Flames,

Kragos was now enraged, send the 10 that kept the tall cloak one in check to take care of them.

"What are you useless pustules standing around for?" he screams at them.

"KILL THOSE WHORES!!!" the 10 shaking out of the frozen state, finally heard him and charge toward Mya and Bella.

He then turns to the tall cloak figure; he drew his word and said, "you’re not going to introduce yourself".

The cloak figure continued to look at him, after a few seconds of silence, Kragos did not like the fact that this weakling is ignoring him, charge forth with a battle cry.

in the dragon pit,

Many looked wide eyes as the tall figure danced around and evade everyone one of Kragos sword strikes.

The young children said in unison "wow" earning a laugh from the adult males.

Ser Barristan spoke for the first time, "his foot work is impeccable" the warriors in the dragon pit, could not help but agree.

Joffrey spoke next "I see nothing but a coward refusing to fight back" he sneered.

To everyone surprise it was Stannis who spoke "clearly you are not a warrior."

Cersei tried to say "How dare-"

Robert cut her off angrily "shut up woman."

To the shock of everyone, Robert continues "Stannis is right" surprising the lord of Dragonstone.

"the boy is a disappointment; everyone could see that this cloak figure his very skilled" Joffrey was saddened by his father words.

They continued to watch the flames.

In the Flames,

Kragos growing angrier as the hooded figure continue to dodge his attacks, "is that all you can do, have women fight your battles, are you to cowardly to do so yourself?"

The tall figure looked at Kragos with what could be seen as a frown, Kragos thinking he sees an opening slash at the figure chest, only for the figure left arm to block the strike.

In the Dragon Pit,

They were amazed at the durability of the figures red tinted black bracers, to be able to stop steel.

“Amazing.” Whispered Jamie Lannister.  

In the Flames,

To his shock the figures right hand shot forward and quickly grabbed Kragos by the throat and lifted him up in the air. Trying to get free from the figure iron grip on his throat, Kragos attack, but the figure grabbed his sword arm and with a little bit of force, he broke it, Kragos scream fill the road.

Kragos looked at the figure and his eyes widened in terror. “You- You’re one of them” he said with raged breath.

Without breaking eye contact with Kragos, the tall figure effortlessly snaps his neck, and drops the fool roughly on the ground, with a disgusting look on his face.

In the dragon pit,

They could not believe the figures strength, only the mountain, could possibly hold a man in the air by the throat like that, and when the figure broke Kragos arm, everyone who hears the crunch of the bone, wince and the ladies gasped.

The fact that the figure could break someone neck so easily made the Baratheon happy that children of their house where protected, the Lannister’s only saw a threat to their rule.

In the Flames,

With the last of the bandits killed, Mya and Bella Walk towards the still cloak figure.

Mya spoke to her little sister "I told you we should have cut through the forest instead of taking the road"

Bella looked amused at her elder sister and turn to the cloak figure, "we won’t need those, anymore little brother" the hooded figure answer with a grunt and removed it, revealing his face.

In the dragon pit,

With looks of shock, Jon Arryn, Stannis, Renly, and Ned turned to face Robert who was as shock as them at the young man being his near-spitting image.

Gasp was heard and those old enough to remember Robert at a young age, they could see it, in this young man.

His muscle mass and height would surpass Robert at that age, but apart from that he was Robert reborn.

The woman in the dragon pit started blushing at the sight of the handsome young man. Bran gave both Arya and Lyanna a knowing smirk after catching them blushing at boy. Just how many of Roberts bastard disappeared 9 years ago, they all wondered.

In the Flames,

Mya looked at her little brother and spoke in an annoyed tone "you did not have to get involve Gendry; we had it under control."

The now identified Gendry look at his elder sister and smiled. His dimples showing, now all the ladies in the dragon pit were blushing, the likes of Orlena who thought she was above such thing, surprised herself. Cersei even in her hatred of the bastards was spotting a crimson face.

"I didn’t get involve; I didn’t even use my hammer." He pointed to the hammer strap on his back.

In the dragon pit,

They all looked and saw the monstrosity the boy called a hammer; it was a formidable weapon no doubt about it. Its heavy head is adorned with intricate designs, looks to be telling a story, The hammer is a symbol of strength, it looks like it has the power to be able to shatter even the strongest armor.

Robert looked at the weapon and then his bastard boy, a weapon worthy of house Baratheon, not to mention the armor the boy had on.

The armor is made of polished bronze, with intricate engravings depicting what appears to be scenes of battles. The chest plate is shaped to resemble a dragon's scales, with a large, gleaming silver stag in the center that bears the symbol of house Baratheon.

The shoulders and upper arms are protected by articulated pauldrons, adorned with golden filigree and precious gems. The armor is finished with a rich, dark red lacquer, giving it a regal and imposing appearance. Not to mention the black cloak strap to his shoulders. The wearer exudes power, strength, and a sense of ancient history.

He looks at his heir, and then begins to laugh, but it was not his usual jolly laugh no this was sad laugh, startling everyone, Renly ask his brother what is so funny?

He looks at Renly "the gods do know how to jape brother, they made my son, one worthy of the Baratheon name and throne, a bastard, while making this."

He points at Joffrey "disappointment my heir."

Cersei was pissed at Roberts word and before she could say anything, Tywin sent a glare at his daughter, she remains quiet, seething as she glared at Robert. Joffrey was hurt by his father’s words and started to hate the bastard.

Off to the side, Tywin looked at his grandson cowering behind his mother and thought him spineless. He had clearly overestimated Cersei's ability to raise her son, and now the fruits of Tywin's labors were beginning to spoil.

In the Flames,

Gendry spoke again with a jovial tone, "plus, you guys wanted to have some fun, you could have ended this far quicker, if you both had use your powers" both Mya and Bella laugh at their little brother, as they continue to walk towards their destination.

In the Dragon Pit,

Robert couldn't help but shed a tear as he watched his three bastard children. While he was not as familiar with Gendry and Bella as he would have liked, Mya was his first child. The first, and only one of his children that he truly cared for.

Sure, he acknowledged Edric as his son and had Renly foster him at Storm's End, but he didn't have a relationship with him or with any of his trueborn children for that matter. Cersei saw to that, gods damn her.

Even with Edric, he didn't acknowledge him out of love, not the way Ned did for his boy. He acknowledged him because he had to. Because Edric's mother was highborn and the Florents would have raised merry hell if he hadn't. But Mya?

Robert had a real relationship with Mya. He truly loved that little girl. It never did sit right with him, leaving her behind in the Vale to fend for herself. But what choice did he have, really?

He was the King; he had a new wife, and that wife wanted to make sure it was her children and her children alone that would be seen at court. So, he all but abandoned his daughter. But seeing Mya with Gendry and Bella also made Robert feel happier than he ever had been in years. Something that Ned, Jon Arryn, and his brothers noticed, but chose not to address.

The words of Gendry caught the attention of Bran, who asked "did he say powers? What powers?"

Tyrion answered, "I do not know young Bran."

He turns to lord Renly and asks, "do you know of what powers he speak off?"

Renly answered "no, apart from the legend of house Durrandon being of the blood of the sea god and the wind goddess, there have not been any mention of house Baratheon having any powers."

Oberyn spoke next "might it be the reason his fist started to glow in the beginning?"

The flame zoomed out and travel west of the Baratheon bastards, where those in Westeros heard the howling of wolves.

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The Westeros native saw three words appear on the screen, as the wolves continued to howl Winter is coming.

The starks and the northerners were shocked at seeing the words, Eddard hope that this is the answer he has been patiently waiting for. To know the fate of his sons and ward.

They see 6 armored dire wolves to their shock; Arya is the first to react "Dad those are Dire wolves" though the Lady stark and Sansa did not approve of her un lady like behavior they couldn’t help but agree.

Tyrion looked at lord stark and asked him "lord stark, do dire wolves still exist in the north."

Eddard answered after thinking about it, "they haven’t been this far south of the wall in over 600 years, according to the maesters." Tyrion nodded at his answers, and they continued to look at the flame.

5 armored riders rode along the road rushing to their destination. Then the one in the lead stops his horse when he sees the dire wolves coming, he raised his hand in what could be considered a stop motion, the other 4 riders followed his lead and stopped as well.

The first of the five is dressed in dark blue and red clothing, chainmail can be seen under the clothing, meaning it is armor-like and made for long distances. His bracers have a grey dire wolf etched onto them.

He can be seen carrying great sword, that is strapped to his back, and it looks finely made for a man his age.

The young man's features are then shown, he is a man with long auburn hair and a beard that is slowly growing in, his blue eyes can be seen, and his attire seems to have further brought out his eyes.

Surveying the area around him, he appears to be in a wary state asking himself, why did the dire wolves stop.

Soon as Ned and Catelyn saw the young man in the flame or what Renly began calling 'the seeing stone'.

They knew the young man is their son Robb Stark, something Sansa, Arya and Bran noticed.

"Is that Robb?" Sansa nervously asks her father.

She barely remembers her older brother but seeing his auburn hair and blue eyes that are like her own and their mother, Sansa had a feeling the young man in the flames is her brother.

Lord Stark nods to his daughter, for he can see some of his Stark features in his firstborn son, though the Tully coloring nearly hid it completely.

"Aye Sansa, that is Robb. He is built like my older brother, Brandon," Ned answers his firstborn daughter.

"Gods, Ned, that son of yours looks like a true warrior," King Robert compliments his friend.

Catelyn could not help but cry upon seeing her son for the first time in years.

"He has grown so much since I last saw him," Catelyn said sadly once she saw her firstborn son.

"That he has Cat, that he has," Ned says as well, agreeing with his wife.

The second man behind him is dressed in lighter clothing as his friend before him, however, unlike the man in front of him, his clothing colors are brown, grey and faded green.

A kraken can be seen on him, unlike Robb's, the logo is on his chest armor instead of his bracers.

His weapon a trident, to the surprise of those in the dragon pit.

As well as having dark hair and eyes and has a smirk of arrogance.

"That's Theon!" Yara yells out to her father.

Balon looked unimpressed by his last living son. He looks both disappointed and disgusted by how his son is dressed.

"He is no son of mine, a true iron born wouldn't dress as he does. He has forgotten his roots!" Balon spat back to his daughter with venom in his voice.

Ned Stark, however, defends Yara and takes her side.

"You have lost two of your sons because of your stupid rebellion Balon Greyjoy, and yet you have no love or regard for your last living son?" Ned said rather bluntly.

Only for the disgraced Lord of the Iron Islands to scoff at him.

"I'll father more sons once this is over! The iron born will never follow him, such a disappointment. I bet he didn't even pay the iron price for that pretty trident!" Balon fired back at Lord Stark and mocked his son's weapons.

Lyra Mormont is about to bring out her sword once Balon insulted her liege Lord, only for Lord Stark to stop her with a simple hand gesture from making a scene, though Tyrion saw this and smiled.

"You are a good man, Lord Stark, if your bannerman are so eager to defend you, even towards the slightest insult towards you," Tyrion said to him with an impressed tone in his voice.

Lyra Mormont could be seen glaring at both Balon and Yara, it was well known of the hatred the people of Bear Island have towards the iron born and Lyra is known in the North to be just as loyal to the Stark as her mother and older sisters, even the smallest insults are threats to the Starks in her eyes.

"Come my girl. Ignore that stupid old cunt. He is not worth the mess on your blade." Maege guided Lyra back to her seat, before sitting down herself.

Not far from the Northerners, Prince Oberyn observed Balon Greyjoy's complaints in silent disgust. As a father to many children, the prince was outraged by the iron born apparent lack of affection for his own children.

The only reason why he didn't gut the squid lord where he sat was that his paramour Ellaria was soothing him. Even his three daughters, angered as they were by Greyjoy's words, did their best to curb their father's temper.

The flames show the third man, who was by far the oldest out of the four. With long black hair, 'ghost grey' eyes, and a plain pale face that like Robb, he had a look of wariness at the sight before him. Albeit more subdued.

Thinner than Robb yet broader than Theon, the man was wearing a fine chainmail shirt under a blue and white surcoat. The surcoat sported a red flayed man on pink de sangs on the front, The surcoat was secured by a fine leather belt that held a hand-and-half sword in a blue sheath. Two steel pauldrons were fastened under the surcoat, as well as steel bracers of similar design. The young man was a natural horseman, given how well he was riding his horse.

"Domeric," said Roose Bolton in a hushed tone.

Lord Rickard Karstark was close enough to hear him. Knowing that Lord Bolton had not seen his son in years, he decided to speak to the Lord of the Dread fort in a respectful tone.

"Your son looks well Lord Bolton. From what I can tell of his appearance, he must be a landed knight."

"Aye. The boy was always an excellent horseman. He was mad about horses, riding like the wind," Roose said, still in his hushed tone.

Renly noticed the decorations on the young Bolton's armor and couldn't help but be impressed at the design.

The flames show the fourth man, a somewhat fat young man of similar age to Gendry, with dark *hair, pale eyes, and a moon-shaped face. He wore dark red woolen clothes and dark brown boots and carried a dwarven bearded axe in his left hand.

When Samwell Tarly appeared, Lady Melessa began to cry at the sight of her firstborn son being alive all this time. Then suddenly slapped her husband in the face. “You told me, he drowned!" She yelled at Randyll, whose face is already red from the slap.

“He did drown, or what one of the knights said to me when he dived in to retrieve the piglet," Randyll said in an emotionless tone.

Dickon looked at his father in disbelief, while Talia shook her head at how cruel their father was.

"Why didn't you try and save him?" Dickon indignantly asked his father. Randyll turned to his second son and gave him a stern and unrepentant look.

"I wanted to make a man out of him, not the little piggy he once was. No Lord of Horn Hill is going to be a damn book-loving craven," Randyll spat out.

Tyrion cocked a brow at that statement and got Tywin Lannister's vibes from the Lord of Horn Hill. While Prince Oberyn felt nothing but disgust for Tarly. Oberyn may only have fathered bastards, but even he tried to be a good father for each of his girls.

The flames show the fifth and final riders, a young man with long dark brown hair, a barely noticeable stubble beard, and grey eyes so dark they could be mistaken for black at first glance.

He is dressed in dark blue and red clothing, chainmail can be seen under the clothing, meaning it is armor-like and made for long distances. His bracers have a grey dire wolf etched onto them. Just like Robb.

He can be seen carrying sword, that is strapped to his side, and it also looks finely made for a man his age.

'He's alive. my boy is alive!' Ned thought.

Ned Stark could hardly believe that one of the riders was actually Jon and couldn't help but notice how much he had grown since the last time he saw him all those years ago.

"You alright, Ned?" Robert asked, clearly concerned about his dear friend.

"I am fine, your grace. I am just happy to know both of my sons are alive and well," Ned replied to his friend.

Robert nodded before taking a good look at the flame, then looking back to Lord Stark. "Seven Hells! He's your spitting image, Ned! Gods! Our bastards look so much like us, when we were lads," the king said with pride in his voice. Even Jon Arryn had to take a double look, before letting out a chuckle.

"His grace is right, Ned. The boy is your spitting image," Jon Arryn complimented his former ward.

After all, Jon Snow is named after him. The Hand of the King was touched to know that Ned named one of his sons after him, trueborn or not.

They continued watching the flames, Jon spoke up

In the Flames,

"Why are we stopping?" he told Robb.

Robb looked at his brother, "Grey wind, sense darkness nearby."

Jon looked at his own dire wolve and confirm what Robb said, "seems like Ghost is picking up on it too.”

In the Dragon Pit,

Arya looks at the two wolve name Ghost and Grey wind, "they are so big" Lyanna and bran agree with her. They are the same size as the horses her brothers are riding on.

In the Flames,

They hear screams coming from a nearby village and they rush go to see what could cause it. As the get closer they could see villagers running from dragon spawns.

in the Dragon Pit,

The westerosi natives are shocked at the monstrosities they are seeing.

A terrifying creature born from the shadows; its very existence is a blight on the world. a twisted, humanoid form, its body a mass of writhing darkness that seems to shift and writhe like a living shadow. Its skin is a deep, midnight black, and seems to absorb the light around it, leaving only an aura of malevolent energy.

Glowing red eyes burn with an otherworldly fire, filled with malice and hatred for all living things. Long, spindly limbs end in razor-sharp claws, capable of tearing through steel and flesh with equal ease. A twisted, horn-like protrusion sprouts from its forehead, pulsing with dark energy.

As it moves, the Dragon Spawn leaves behind a trail of shadowy tendrils, like grasping fingers that seek to ensnare and drag its victims into the darkness. It's very presence draws the light out of the world, leaving only a cold, dark void in its wake.

This is the Dragon Spawn, a creature of pure malevolence, born to bring terror and despair to all who cross its path.

The women screamed and the children had chills running through their body at just seeing the abomination. Those that are warriors had to steel themselves, so their fear does not overcome their senses.

In the Flames,

Robb rushed forward and the others followed him, he started screaming orders. "Jon, help the guards defend the village, Domeric save as many civilians as you can, Theon make sure non leave here alive and Samwell head to the village hall to see who needs any healing."

All five went to their destination breaking their flying wedge formation. With the dire wolves rushing to help any in need.

In the Dragon Pit

No one was prouder than Ned Stark, seeing his son leading the charge to save the helpless.

“Honorable as his father.” Lord Karstark said to his liege lord.

In the Flames,

Jon reached the village guards who were locked in combat with the foul beasts, he jumped off his horse into the air, Jon screamed, "Hiken!!!!". He turned his fist into flames and launched it as a dense column of fire downward at his target, burning them.

In the Dragon Pit,

To say everyone was speechless was an understatement.

Tyrion was the first speak what everyone was thinking, "what, the fuck."

The blackfish could not help but agree with the expression, "I agree lord Tyrion, this is madness."

Melisandre had a glint in her eyes, she knew it, this was Azor Ahai, the prince that was promised. She stood up catching the attention of all in the dragon pit, "the prince that was promised, the chosen champion of the lord of light."

Her followers in the dragon pit were wide eyes with her declaration, Stannis wife Selleys said, "Praise the lord of light."

The Lannister looked at Eddard stark bastard with a glare, Cersei already see the boy as another threat to her son throne.

Eddard Stark looked at what just happened, he is beginning to worry, was that because of Jon heritage he thought to himself.

The Dornish and Reach men all had the same expression, shock and bewilderment at what they just witness.

Shireen ask ser Davos a question, “Are you familiar with that language Ser Davos?” catching the attention of everyone, who just realized that the bastard of lord stark spoke in a foreign language.

Ser Davos looked at her and answered “No, my Lady, I’ve never encountered it, must be from the realm of Dakour.” she nodded satisfied with the answer.

Bran spoke next and caught the attention of the adults, "Do you think that’s what Gendry meant when he said they have powers."

Renly looking at the young Stark, "it might be young stark."

He looks at his brothers and asks "do you think Gendry power is stronger than lord starks son" to his surprise its Stannis who answers.

"Yes, our nephew was holding back." Robert looked at his younger brother and couldn’t help but agree.

On the northern side Arya took offense, "Jon is stronger than your nephew" Bran and Lyanna agreed with her.

Her mother tried to chastise her, Eddard had a smile on his face, while Robert laughed.

Tyrion looked at Renly, "How about a bet, lord Renly."

Renly look at him, he continued speaking, "I bet 100 gold dragons that your nephew is not the strongest."

Robert intervened before Renly could speak, "ha! I’ll take you up on imp, my son is the strongest out of all of them."

They all turn to continue watching the flames.

In the Flames,

Jon landed on his feet and unsheathed his blade and began to kill the remaining enemy in quick succession. The first dragon spawn had its head cut off, the second stabbed through its throat, Jon dodged a slash from the back, with a back flip and with swiftness he cut both arms of the beast and then impaled it through the left eye. The boy was a natural swordman, they could tell whoever trained the boy did a great job at it.

In the Dragon Pit,

Robbert looked at Ned, "your boy is not bad Ned, he looks like he could give the sword of the morning a run for his dragon" Ser Barristan could not help but agree the boy was good.

The kids were amazed at his skill with a sword, he was fast and precise with his strikes.  

In the Flames,

When Jon was through, he approached the battered village guards, "who is in charge of the village defenses?"

A man stepped forward; his armor drenched in dark spawn black blood. "I am" he said wearily.

"Is this where they are coming from" pointing toward the hole in the ground, Jon asks him.

The man shook his head, "the earth opened up this morning and I gather my men to investigate, next thing I know we are being besiege by those abominations." He said angrily.

Jon looks at the hole and the remaining man, "we have to seal the hole before more comes out."

The man looked at Jon, "they have overrun the village, I must bring my man to help the Vill-"

Jon cut him off, "my brothers are doing just that, we need to seal the hole so that more does not come out. That is the best way to protect the villagers."

The man reluctantly agrees and start giving order to his man to begin sealing the hole, while Jon prepares to face any Dragon spawn that appears.

The scene changes to Robb who is fighting with his great sword and his 5 dire wolves decimating his enemies. Ripping dragon spawns throat left and right. He is making sure that the town hall where many of the villagers have taken refuge does not fall.

Robb looked and a group of crying children and women far from him. A group of dragon spawns was upon them, he rushed forward and jumped using his attack, "Ice Ball!!!" freezing his opponents in a giant sphere of ice from a distance. The family quickly ran toward the hall, as Robb continued to fight the beasts.

In the Dragon Pit,

First, fire magic, now ice magic was being used. House stark has suddenly become a powerful and dangerous house, to some of the other houses.

Robert spoke first, "Gods Ned, first a fire swordsman, now an Ice swordsman, the old gods and the new have bless your house." He said joyfully, happy for his friend.

Eddard looked at his king, "it appears so, your grace."

Bran looked at his father, "do you think Robb and Jon could teach us their magic."

Arya looked at her father with hope in her eyes, Eddard answered, "I don’t know Bran, we'll have to ask them when they come home."

The Tyrell and Martell’s were hoping that their blood also had magic, because any future altercation with house stark would mean their doom.

Tywin was already thinking about marrying his granddaughter, to the stark heir, hoping that this magic blood would benefit his house in a Lannister great grandchild. While Cersei and Joffrey were looking at the Stark heir with nothing but Jealousy.

In the Flames,

The scene changed again to Domeric who was walking around the village with the Bolton look, of calculating boredom.

He hears a scream and makes his way to where it is coming from, he sees a mother shielding her two kids from a Dragon spawn who had raise its sword to kill the mother. He rushed forwards and stabbed the beast in the back, piercing its black heart through its chest.

He discarded the beast from his sword, seeing the vile beast black blood disgusted him. He looked at the scared family, "you should make your way to the town hall, it is safe there." He said in a monotone voice trying to appear non-threatening.

The family was about to leave when a group of 15 dragon spawns appeared, Domeric looked irritated. He addressed the family a final time, without looking at them, "you all should leave now." The family ran in the direction of the town hall.

The beasts shrieked and ran with their weapons raised at the Bolton heir. Domeric had enough of this farce, "I grow tired of this, Ikoku!!!"

He swings his sword with such force that he creates a shockwave that destroys everything in its path, obliterating the dragon spawns and enough to pierce through a large part of the village wall breaking it to pieces.

In the Dragon Pit,

Everyone was motionless, Lord Bolton for the first time had a surprise look on his face, the lords of the north that were in the dragon pit, saw it for what to was, a threat to stark rule, and those houses from the south saw it as a way to keep houses stark in check.

“How could they have gained such power?” wondered Tyrion to no one in particular.

In the Flames,

Domeric looked at the destruction he caused with the same bored look and proceeded to look for more survivors.

The flames showed Theon, who was laughing as he slaughtered the dragon spawns with his trident.

"This is all you got" he said as he continues to slaughter them, "I expected more".

He then placed his palm on the ground and said "Charlestone!!", multitude of giant stone spikes erupt from it. Impaling the 20 dragon spawns that was about to attack him, killing the vile beats instantly.

In the Dragon Pit,

Asha, was shocked and proud of her little brother, but her father Balon was pissing her off, "for all his magic, he still follows those Greenlanders like a lost pup."

Asha got up and punched her father to the shock of all in the dragon pit, "you talk too much."

Robert started laughing, while the red viper had a smirk on his face.

In the Flames.

They all met Robb in front of the hall, "any trouble" Jon said as he saw the floor lithering with the body of frozen, bisected, decapitated and shattered dragon spawns.

Robb smirked at his brother "none at all."

he then looks at Domeric, "I see you had fun" bringing attention to the destruction of a portion in the village wall.

Domeric just looked away a little embarrassed.

Sam came out the hall, blood colored his armor. Robb asked him for a report, "the level of wound is catastrophic, but little dead."

Robb nodded and looked at Theon, "Theon, I need you to scout the surrounding area for more trouble."

Theon smirked, “If there is?”

Robb gave him a serious look, “then take care of it.” With that Theon left for his horse, to ride out and survey the surrounding area.

He looked at Domeric, "Dom, go to the guards and assist anyway you can" Domeric left without a word.

He looked at Sam, "Sam, me and Jon will go to meet the village leader, continue to assist the healers" Sam bowed to him and went back to the hall.

He looks at Jon, "well brother, shall we" Jon followed him and they made their way to the leader home.

In the Dragon Pit,

Robb leadership skill was something the northerners was proud off. He showed a skill of a man, that will be a great general of war.

In the Flames,

The brothers arrive in front of the leader home and knock, once they heard the invitation to come in, they walk in and find a dwarf of a man sitting behind a desk signing papers.

In the Dragon Pit,

Tyrion is the first to react, "They have dwarfs in this realm." Shock laced his every words.

Renly answered, equally shocked, "it seems so lord Tyrion."

Jamie gave his brother a knowing smirked, while Cersei and Tywin looked at him and the dwarf disappointedly.

In the Flames,

The dwarf introduced himself, "I am Dagan, mayor of this village, I want to thank you and your band for the assistance in destroying the dragon spawns, that attacked us. Not many from the race of man would help a halfling majority village."

Robb looked at him and smiled, "it’s nothing, we did what any decent being would do."

Dagan gave a small nod and offered them a seat. "May I know our rescuers names."

Robb nodded and pointed to himself, "I’m Robb Stark of Winterfell" he points to Jon sitting next to him, "and this is my brother Jon Stark of Winterfell."

In the Dragon Pit,

Cat was upset, introducing the bastard as a stark, she hated the fact Ned legitimized him, even though she could not show it, she did not want to have her husband wrath on her.

Bran looked at Tyrion, "they are called halfling, not dwarfs, lord Tyrion."

Tyrion gave him a small smile, continuing watching the flames.

Shireen ask out loud, “did he say race of man?”

Oberyn answered her, “he did, it sound like there is more than one race, in this realm.”

Bran said excitedly, “like the first man and the children of the forest.”

Everyone in the dragon pit wanted to see these other races, the halfling speaks off.

In the Flames,

Robb continued, "we plan to help restore orders and after that we will be on our way."

With a nod, they left the mayor’s office.

It was dusk when Theon returned, with dragon spawns' black blood all over him, smiling like an idiot.

Robb look at his friend with a smile, “I see you enjoyed yourself.”

Theon laughs, “hardly, they were only 50 lefts in the surrounding area.”

They attended the burial ceremony, after many thanks by the villagers, the Westeros native left the village and made their way to their original destination.

In the Dragon Pit,

Those in the dragon pit see the screen zoom out, travel north of the riders and the words Fire and Blood appear shocking them. 

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North of the Northerners, the screen zooms in, they see a group of 5 walking on a pave road, in a plain field of grass, stretching miles as far as the eyes can see. It reminds those in Westeros of the Grass Sea. The group is seen laughing as they walk to their destination.

The faces of those in the great are shown. A beautiful young woman with blonde hair, the color of dark honey, and reaching to her waist, with high sharp cheekbones and eyes which appear pale grey or blue. She is slender with a full bosom.

The second smiling women, has a round face, crooked white teeth, small hands, and a pug nose. She has pretty blue-grey eyes. Her legs are skinny but well-muscled. Her most distinctive feature is her thick, shaggy mop of curly bright red hair.

Those in the dragon pit could not help but consider her a great beauty, especially when she smiles.

Sansa, her mother and the rest of the Tully’s looked at her and started thinking if she was possibly of Tully blood.

Their armor is a sleek and agile suit made of leather and metal, designed for mobility and precision. The armor consists of:

A torso piece made of supple leather, molded to fit their slender physique. A pair of curved shoulder guards, crafted from a lightweight metal alloy. Armguards that cover the elbows, made of a flexible leather material. A skirt of leather strips, allowing for ease of movement. Knee-high boots with a subtle curve, providing support and stability.

A quiver full of arrows slung over the shoulder, within easy reach. A longbow strapped to the back, its wood grain gleaming in the light.

The armor is adorned with intricate, swirling patterns that evoke their connection to nature and the wind. The overall design prioritizes flexibility and agility, allowing the archer to move swiftly and strike with deadly precision.

The males in Westeros could not help but drool at the warrior beauties Infront of them, while most of the ladies looked on with jealousy.

The other members of the group are fully shown, one with a small pouch on her side, a pale, gaunt face, dark hair, and big brown doe-eyes. A slim figure. Those in Westeros regarded her as pretty.

The other women she looks like a healer, carrying the same pouch as Samwell Tarly.  A beautiful young woman with long, dark hair and expressive brown eyes. She has a slender yet athletic build. Possessing a gentle and caring demeanor.

The last person was a man with broad shoulders carrying a great axe, he has a red beard and hair. He looks the part of a true warrior.

What really caught the interest of those in the dragon pit is the leading young woman, who has the classical Valyrian look; She has violet eyes, pale skin, and long, pale silver-gold hair. She is slender of frame, with small breasts. They all see it, the last Targaryen princess. 

The reveal of Daenerys Targaryen being in Dakour made King Robert's blood boil at the sight of her. While Tyrion noticed the look of shock in both Jaime and Ser Barristan's eyes as if they had seen a ghost.

"Damn, dragon spawn!" Robert spat in anger.

"She is in Dakour, your grace," Jon Arryn said to his King, hoping to calm him down. But Robert was already red with anger.

"The damn spawn of Aerys is out there Jon, in that Dakour right now! What if she plans to kill Ned's boy, who is named after me, like what her father did to Ned's brother and father? Like what her rapist brother did to Lyanna?!" Robert shouted in reply. However, Ned surprised him when he shockingly defended the girl.

"She is a mere girl, your grace, in a realm beyond us. She is no threat to you or your crown." Eddard calmly stated.

Hearing this made Robert more irritated. "You are defending the filthy dragon spawn? After what her family did to yours, Ned?" Robert replied, demanding his friend to answer him.

Ned took a sigh, turning to his children with a look that said, 'I am sorry.'

"She was born months after their deaths, your Grace. I will not speak ill or demand the death of a young girl, who had no part in my brother, my father and my sister's death. Nor will I punish her for the crimes of her father and brother," Ned Stark replies to the King with anger and disappointment.

With those last words, Ned left everyone in the Dragon pit stunned. No one would have ever imagined Lord Eddard Stark would say such a thing, though Ser Barristan and Prince Oberyn could be seen smiling at the Lord of Winterfell. Even Jon Arryn was amazed at his former ward's speech and felt a sense of pride in how honorable his former foster-son was.

At first Robert was fuming with anger but in the end, he couldn't stay mad at Ned Stark for long before he huffs. "Damn you and your honor Ned," Robert said with annoyance. If anyone had truly paid attention, they could see Ned's words did hit Robert harder than he let on.

In the Flames,

Daenerys senses the foul magic coming their way. The red beard man picks up on the change on the Targaryen mood.

The red beard man spoke, “is something wrong Dany?” he asks concern written over his face.

Before Daenerys could answer, the group see what she was sensing, a group of 8 minotaur’s making their way towards them.

In the Dragon Pit,

They looked wide eye at the 8 monstrosities, charging towards the Last Targaryen.

A formidable creature, with a muscular, humanoid body and the distinctive features of a bull. They have: A sturdy, imposing physique, standing around 6-7 feet tall. A furry, bovine head with sharp horns and a menacing gaze. A pair of razor-sharp claws for hands, perfect for tearing flesh and armor. A powerful, muscular torso and legs, allowing them to charge and trample with ease. A distinctive set of curved horns and a fierce, battle-hardened expression, as if always ready to charge into combat.

Robert reacted accordingly, “what in seven hells is wrong with this realm.” he shouted.

Jon Arryn responded, “To many abominations roam free, your grace.”

Tyrion, spoke to his king, “let us pray that such beast never finds their way in our realm.”

The thought alone sent shiver, to those who imagined such situation.

In the Flames,

The red hair girl with them, spoke through her shock “well I’ll be, Minotaur’s.”

The blonde, removes her bow from the strap on her back and spoke with a smile, “look at the bright side Red, it won’t be a boring trip.”

The red beard man, spoke with a boisterous laugh, “Right you are val” he removes his great axe from his back.  He formidable weapon, imbued with anti-life magic.

Danny looks at the beast running towards them, she looks at the two archers and spoke “Val” the blonde looks at her. “Protect Talisa and Gilly” she saw the look of sadness in Val eyes and tried to appease her.

“You can have the next fight” Val smiled at her and placed herself in front of those identified as Talissa and Gilly.

Dany look at the red head woman, “Ygritte, provide cover.” She looks at the red head man, “are you ready Tormund.”

The man now identified as Tormund, smiles, “I was born ready Princess.” With that said he charged at one of the beasts with a battle roar.

Dany pulled out the two sword straps to her left hip, and she ran towards the beast, but what surprised many in the dragon pit was when her skin started to turn into diamond.

In the Dragon Pit

The children were at awe at her, while the others could not believe it.

Robert was pissed that the Targaryen have magic, and he saw this as a threat to his rule, so did the Lannister’s.

But Tyrion words caught the attention of everyone, “is she wielding the ancestral swords of House Targaryen?”

They all took a closer look at the weapon in her hand while she is running toward the beats.

Oberyn confirms it, “You are right lord Tyrion, she is wielding Dark sister and Blackfyre.”

Tywin was seething at the Dornish who was looking at him while confirming his foolish son words.

Renly spoke what everyone was thinking, “I thought they were lost, how did she manage to acquire them.”

Stannis answered his brother, “maybe if we continue watching we will learn.”

On the stark side, Arya looked at her brother who was blushing while looking at the Targaryen princess.

She speaks to Bran, “Be careful brother, the king might take offense if he finds out your blushing at a Targaryen” Bran looked at his sister and blushed even harder, Arya laughed at her brother.

They return to watching the flames.

In the Flames,

Daenerys prepare for the first Minotaur that appears before her. She said “Nigiri: Toro Samon!!!.”

She uses her two swords in an upward diagonal slash to send a double air-based projectile attack that cuts her opponent.

In the Dragon Pit

Everyone was shocked by her sword's skill, none more than the women in the dragon pit.

Oberyn said to nobody in particular, “Seems like even she speaks this foreign language.” Robert did not like where this was going.

In the Flames,

She dashed forward toward the second one, she said, “Santoryu Ogi: Rokudo no Tsuji”

she manages to bend her body and swing the swords in the form of an inverted "S" shape while performing a vertical spin, slashing the opponent six times simultaneously so fast that she did not seem to move at all.

In the Dragon Pit,

the women warriors of Westeros were looking at her with admiration., while man was wondering if they could stand a chance against her.

In the Flames,

The third and fourth minotaur, was upon her, she used another of her attack, “Kokujo O Tatsumaki!”

She spins to create a dragon-like tornado that both slashes and blows away the targets, but the attack keeps going like an actual whirlwind and cuts up anyone who gets caught in it.

The fifth minotaur caught her by surprise, and she narrowly dodges the attack, its ferocity, strength, and tenacity, making it a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.

Before she could retaliate one of Ygritte arrows hit the beast square in the middle of its for head penetrating its skull, killing it instantly.

Dany look where the arrow came from and gave Red a thumbs up, who responded in kind with a smile.

She turns and see Tormund who was removing his axe from the 3^rd minotaur skull, he had managed to kill.

In the Dragon Pit

To the Baratheon and their allies, the last of Aerys blood has become a threat, and people like Tywin was already thinking of ways to make sure she is not a threat to his grandson claim.

Oberyn was thinking how he can have her as an ally, to bring justice for his sister,

The women warriors were looking at her with determination in their eyes, she was who they inspire to be. A strong warrior with no pear.

The camera zoomed out and travelled east of them, to a desert. It reminded them of Dorne, the words Desert Brothers appeared confusing the westerosi natives.

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East of the Last Targaryen and her companions, the flames zoom in, two figures are seen walking, they suddenly stop, and the flames focus on them.

One of them is short-legged and stocky, thickly built, with a plain square face, brown hair, brown eyes, and stubble on his cheeks. He has a high forehead, broad nose, and square jaw.

Oberyn spoke "that’s Quentyn", surprising his daughters and niece,

"He has the look of Doran" he said finally.

The next figure appears be side Quentyn and looks at the vast distance of green plains before them, he has olive skin and straight black hair, well-built not muscular as Gendry but not as Lean as Jon.

"That’s Trystane" Oberyn spoke again.

Ellaria Sand, looking at Oberyn long lost nephew, she couldn’t help but add "a handsome one isn’t he."

The Martell brothers wore what many would consider Dornish armor, dark red and gold color scheme, reflecting the Martell sigil and colors, distinctive sunburst design on the chest plate, a helmet with a narrow visor and a curved crest.

Articulated plate armor covering the arms, legs, and torso, A cloak or cape attached to the shoulder armor, Intricate engravings and details on the armor, reflecting the Martell’s wealth, status and history.

Those in the dragon pit could see that the armor was on par with the ones the Baratheon Bastards were wearing.

Both had a scythe strap to their back, which was a queer choice of a weapon, Oberyn thought, but like the rest of the Martell, they could not wait to see them use it.

The Scythes looked like a formidable weapon, it has a long, curved blade with a razor-sharp edge, dark-colored, with a distinctive crimson hue along the edge. The handle is long and worn, with intricate symbols etched into the metal.

The scythe is larger than a typical scythe, its blade looks to reach up to 6 feet in length. A fearsome weapon, it looks to be able to strike fear into the hearts of those who face it.

Tyrion by accident looked towards his niece and saw that Myrcella was blushing and he started thinking maybe there is a way to end the bad blood between dorne and house Lannister.

In the Flames,

Infront of them stood a stone golem, Trystane look at it, “a stone golem, this far east.” He asks his brother.

in the Dragon Pit,

They all look at the now identified Golem.

The giant stone golem stands at an imposing height of at least 20 feet tall, its massive body carved from a single block of granite. It’s rough, weathered surface appears ancient, with moss and lichen clinging to its crevices. The golem's features are simplistic, yet menacing, with: A flat, angular face, two glowing red eyes that seem to burn with an inner fire.

 A bulky torso with massive arms and legs, enormous fists imbued in powerful Haki, that look capable of destroying its enemies. A squared-off head with a faintly visible seam where the head meets the body.

The Stone golem exudes an aura of raw power and unyielding strength, as if it has been hewn from the very earth itself. Its presence is both awe-inspiring and intimidating, commanding respect and fear in equal measure. Its then they understood why the Dragon King turned them evil.

Robert reacted to the sight before them, “Look at the size of it, I don’t think I could bring it down, not even with my hammer.”

Those in the dragon pit could not help but agree with him, Arienne was hoping her little brothers did not have to fight this towering stone giant.

In the Flames,

Quentyn spoke while still mesmerize by what was once a wonder of Dakour. “It seems that the dragon kings influence has reach even this part of the continent.”

Trystane look at his brother, “should we put it out of his misery.”

Quentyn was a little surprise as he turns to look at his pacifist young brother, “we would have to fight it.”

They turn to look at the golem, Trystane sighed, “I know, but in death we will bring it the peace it does not have in life.”

In the Dragon Pit,

Oberyn was shocked at his nephew words, he smiles as he remined him of Doran, he hopes they survive this coming battle.

In the Flames,

Quentyn looks at his little brother, “well get on with it, we have a meeting to get to”

Trystane nodded and took one step forward, which caught the attention of the golem, who looked down at him with raging red eyes.

In the Dragon Pit,

Arienne and the rest of house Martell were worried about her little brothers.

In the Flames,

The golem raised its fist and brought it down with so much power, when it hit the desert sand, it created a crater.

In the Dragon Pit,

They were nervous, all they’ve been seeing is powerful beast, none of them could stand against if attacked. This is a dangerous realm, everyone concluded.

In the Flames,

Quentyn and Trystane quickly dodged the golem fists, Trystane after landing on his feet, place his palm on the ground and said, Desert Swamp, the area in front of him collapse, a giant pit of quicksand formed, the golem caught in the pit was getting sucked in and buried alive.

In the Dragon Pit,

Tyrion looked at the Martell boy in the flames and said, “What a terrifying power for a prince of dorne to have.”

Many in the dragon pit understood what he meant, if Trystane come home with this magic, the desert of Dorne would be his playing field and none could threaten it.

Before anyone could voice an agreement with the imp, the golem in the flames attacked again.  

In the Flames,

The giant roared and tried to punch the Martell boy again, only for Trystane to use another magic move against it.

Trystane with a sad look said, Sandstorm, he summons a massive tornado of sand and sends it on a rampage. The tornado hit the golem with such force that the fist that collided with it shattered under the power of the attack, not long after the golem sunk into the sand swamp.

Quentyn, approached his brothers, he placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder “We will find a way to free them all brother.”

Trystane gave him a sad smile, “we better get moving” he said.

Quentyn nodded and they made their way tom the destination.

In the Dragon Pit,

Oberyn decided to join the pool, "I’ll join the bet, lord Tyrion, one of my nephews is the strongest."

Tyrion looked at the red viper and smiled, "it’s your lost Prince Oberyn."

Oberyn smiled back, "we will see lord Tyrion."

The flame zooms out and travels south of them, those in the dragon pit see a forested land, and the words, The Twin Roses appears, Lady Orlena ever the perceptive one, hopes this will be news of the whereabout of her grandchildren.

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South of the Martell Brothers, the camera zooms in on a forest, the flames then revealed a man, who appeared to be the most handsome out of all of the men, they’ve seen so far, With long light brown hair in ringlets, golden-brown eyes. He appeared to be of a similar build to Domeric Bolton. His light armor was meant for long distances, the colors are green and gold. He carried a spear, with a design of a rose on it.

"That's Loras!" Garlan said towards his father and grandmother. Mace Tyrell gasped in relief seeing his youngest son, while Olenna looked happy to see her youngest grandson.

"Thank the gods, Loras is alive!" Mace proudly said.

"Interesting. Lord Stark's son, Lord Greyjoy’s son, and Lord Bolton's son seem to have been raised in the same region. While Loras and Margaery must have been raised by another region of some kind," Tyrion Lannister said aloud, making everyone turn to him.

However, he was not alone in this observation, for Ser Bryden agreed with the Queen's brother. "You are correct Lord Tyrion, Robb Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Samwell Tarly and Domeric Bolton seem to be of the same land. While Lord Tyrell's son and daughter are loyal to another land. I must say that both the armor on Domeric Bolton and Loras Tyrell are well made," The Blackfish adds, amazed at the armors' design.

The flames show the second companion of Loras catching up to him, A beautiful young woman, with long brown hair done in a braid down her back and brown eyes. Her clothing was similar to that of Loras, but a female version, and she carried a spear in her hand.

In the Flames,

"Really Loras, why did I have to come look for you." The girl said to Loras in a matching beautiful voice.

In the Dragon Pit,

The Tyrells gasped at the reveal of Margaery being alive, Mace Tyrell began to shed tears upon seeing his daughter.

"My little rose has grown to be a beautiful woman," Mace tearfully said while Garlan pats his father's back for support.

Olenna, however, couldn't believe how different her granddaughter is. Gone was the somewhat naive little girl she knew all those years ago, and in her place was a strong young woman with a fierce look in her eyes. It didn't help when they all saw the weapon she carried.

"At least she knows how to defend herself," Garlan said to his grandmother in an optimistic tone.

The queen of thorns couldn't find it in her to be mad at her grandson, for he made a valid point. Though it didn't stop Lysa Arryn from making a scene about it.

"That is very improper for a lady to carry such weapon. It's not too surprising considering she's a Tyrell," Lysa spat towards the Tyrells.

Mace was baffled by the comment, Garlan looked offended, but none of them were as angry as Olenna Tyrell. "Coming from the madwoman who still feeds her son through the teat," Olenna shot back.

The comment made King Robert burst with laughter, while Lysa's eyes screamed with rage, but Olenna didn't give her the chance to speak.

"Not only did you insult my granddaughter, but you insulted my house as well. True it is not proper for a lady to carry weapons, yet one of Lord Renly Baratheon's soldiers is a woman, who even unhorsed the King slayer not once, but twice. Lady Mormont over there is a warrior herself," Olenna points out to Lysa while referring to Lyra Mormont, who smiled at Olenna's statement of herself.

"In fact, I shall not be shocked if Lady Lyra had not thought of driving that axe strapped to her hip into that thick skull of yours," Olenna said to Lysa as a mother scolding her child. Lysa's face could be seen turning red from the anger of being told such things, but the Queen of Thorns did not care.

"It is clear my granddaughter was forced to adjust to her surroundings or die in Dakour. I am hurt she had to go through on whatever she endured surviving, nonetheless. I am proud she and Loras are alive and strong. Just like my house words, 'Growing Strong!'" Olenna finished and said her house words with pride.

Lysa was about to yell at the woman, but she was stopped by her uncle, who grabbed hold of her arm. "For once in your life, Lysa, use that damn head of yours!" Brynden Tully scorned his niece like she was a child.

The Blackfish shook his head in disappointment towards his brother's children. First hearing of how Catelyn wished a child to die, Edmure foolishly tried to challenge Lord Stark, when he sent Catelyn back to River run and now Lysa was insulting the Tyrells. "They are going to be the death of me," said the Blackfish with a groan.

They turned their attention to the flames.

In the Flames,

Loras looked at his sister and sighed. "I had to take a piss, I told you, it would take long."

Margaery rolled her eyes at her brother excuse, as she was about to respond. The surrounding trees shock and three beasts came forward and proceeded to attack them with their metal club.

In the Dragon Pit,

The shock was apparent on everyone face.

Mace stood up and screamed, shock taking hold of him, "what in seven hells are those!!!"

In the Flames,

Margaery was the first to respond, "Ogres, you have got to be kidding me." She said annoyed.

In the Dragon Pit,

Those beasts now idented as an Ogre, their armor is a dark, metallic gray, with a rough, textured finish that gives it a brutal, battle-worn appearance. The plates are shaped to fit its muscular physique, with a distinctive curve to the shoulder guards and a flared shape to the leg armor.

The mace is a massive, iron-headed club with a long handle wrapped in black leather. The head is shaped like a fist, with jagged spikes and barbs protruding from the surface.

The ogres grip the mace with a massive, green-skinned hand, its fingers wrapped tightly around the handle as it prepares to strike.

In the Flames,

As they dodge the swings from the three beasts.

Margaery looked at her brother, anger written all over her face. "Loras, you told me the forest was the safest place for us to travel."

Loras who managed to dodge a close swing, answered his sister, "well I didn’t expect for fucking Ogres to make it this far in the forest, now did I?"

In the Dragon Pit,

The Tyrells were now praying to the seven to keep those two safes as they continued to dodge every hit those abominations were throwing their way.

In the Flames,

Loras having enough transforms, “Forbidden Hate Forests” he generates wood from his arms, plants them into the ground, and manipulates the roots rising from the surface to shape into a giant wooden golem that covers his original body.

In the Dragon Pit

The wood giant that uses to be loras Tyrell stood Infront of them, the members of house Tyrell were happy, that their house also have magic. But the fact that he was facing such monstrosity worried them.

In the Flames,

Loras charge forward and shoulder bash into one of the Ogres, who fall backward, from the force of the impact. He blocks a hit from the second one and kicks the third one further into the forest.

He then claps his hands together and said, “Wood Dragon”, a gigantic wooden dragon, he sent to restrain the Ogre he kicked into the forest.

The dragon with a serpentine look, wrap itself around the ogre, immobilizing it from moving while also draining the life out of it.

In the Dragon Pit

The Tyrells where at awe, they have never seen such a dragon before, Orlena was happy, her family will not have to fear the sons of the North, Greyjoy, Martell and the Baratheon Bastards.

The Red Viper looked at the Tyrells and spoke, “It seems, your house has been blessed, Lady Orlena. But I wonder is it enough to be the strongest”

Orlena still looking into the flame, ignored the smiling Viper. Mace took Umbrage and spoke, “of course he is the strongest, who in this Dakour can stand against him” he said confidently.

Tyrion, decided to join in, “Well Lord Tyrell, wood is weak to fire, and so far, the bastard son of Lord stark have shown he is capable to great Burning” Lord Tyrell who forgot about the northern bastard decided to stay quiet.

In the Flames,

Loras place its large wooden palm on the ground and said, “Great Spear Tree”, he brings up several thick roots from the ground and uses them to crush the first Ogre he had rushed.

The last Ogre stood Infront of him, weapon raised and before he could do anything, Margaery jump from the tree she was standing on, observing everything, she shouted, “Yasakani no Magatama.”

she crosses her arms in front of her and uses both hands to fire a torrent of deadly light particles, causing extreme damage when they hit the ogre and reducing the impaled and dragon binding Ogres to nothing.

She landed on her feet and looked at her brother who had now returned to his human form, Loras looked at her with an amused smile, “Show off” Margaery just shook her head, and they continued to their original destination.

In the Dragon Pit,

They could not believe it; the Tyrell girl have managed to tame light itself. What kind of realm have these children been summon to.

Orlena was happy, the balance of power in the seven kingdoms have been restored, her family won’t have to bow to the Starks, Martell’s or seven forbid the Iron born.

Tywin, without a doubt was looking at the next Queen of the seven kingdoms, he will have to talk to Robert about it, since his Goodson holds Hatred towards the Tyrells, for sieging Storms End.

The Baratheon did not care much, since they were sure that Gendry was the strongest of the group, and the north was on their side. They were shocked like everybody that the girl could harness light, but that was about it.

Getting over his shock, seeing that his children survived those monsters, and the magic they possess. Mace Tyrell decided to join the betting pool, "I bet that one of my children is the strongest, your grace" catching the attention of the king who smiled darkly at him, "you got it Tyrell."

Lady Orlena looked at her son, she was about to say something when Her grandson Garland stopped her, "Let him have his fun grandmother."

She looked at him and smiled, "Alright you softy."

The flame zooms out of the forest and travel Southwest at an incredible speed, until it stops in front of a city, those in Westeros figure it’s about the size of Old Town, but its wall where higher than those of kings landing.

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The camera zooms in, they see an old man, walking towards the entrance of a city, A relatively tall, fair-skinned, still quite well-toned old man with blackish eyes and roughly shoulder-length, wavy, grayish-white, white hair, with the majority of his bangs swept leftward. He has a short mustache, and a lengthy, mildly thin beard that reaches down to his upper torso, shoots up towards the mouth in large spikes, and links to his main hair via sideburns. Additionally, he has thick eyebrows, a pronounced nose bridge, and high cheekbones. Facial wrinkles evidence his advanced age, most prominently those on his forehead and below his lower eyelids, and his laugh lines. He also has a dark tattoo consisting of a thick dot surrounded by two circles on the back of his left hand, and two straight lines going from the circles' bottom end down the front of his forearm.

As for clothing, he sports a long, white and purple robe consisting of two major pieces: a long garment that reaches past his knees, with a tattered bottom edge and intricately designed liningson the ends of its sleeves, including a line of dark lozenges, and a shorter, more billowing garment above it, over only his chest area. The longer garb is kept tied together with a thin light girdle made of a seemingly rope-like material. An externally and internally dark-colored cape is additionally above both parts of the robe, jutting out in sharp, more elongated lozenge-shaped spikes around the back of his head, also having a tattered bottom edge, having the mage council symbol emblazoned on its back, and being kept in its place by a long, less wide cloth tied around it and August's neck, which in turn is held fast by a spherical dark clip. Finally, a dark ring on his right middle finger and plain dark high boots completes the outfit.

The old man carries a staff akin to a wand in his right hand, surpassing its owner's height, with a long and thin, gnarled wooden haft and a dark, round gemstone fixed upon its tip, partly overgrown by the wood.

Those in Westeros were all wondering, who was this man, they were now seeing. He did not look like he was from Westeros, or Essos for that matter.

In the Flames,

The old man, walk in front if the city gates, where the two guards saw him,”Who goes there” ask a guard.

The old man took something from his robe and showed it to the guard who looked paled. He turned and ordered the guards, “open the gate” he screamed.

He turns to look at the old man and said, “Welcome to Andrel” the old man gave him a nod, before entering the city of Andrel.

In the Dragon Pit,

They were now very interested in this old man.

Orlena spoke to her grandson, “what could he have shown the guard to have him look so frighten”

Garlen looked at the old men going in the city and answered her grandmother, “I don’t know”

Tywin for the first time spoke, “there’s more to him than meets the eye” Tyrion looked at his father but said nothing.

Bran caught everyone’s attention, “he might be a wizard” he said to Arya, not knowing everyone heard him.

In the Flames,

The old man was walking the street of the city, Andrel it was called and those in Westeros was mesmerized by the city itself. Grand, ornate buildings with peculiar designs, towering minarets and domes, Intricate stone carvings and mosaics. The streets were wide, clean and made of concrete, nothing like kings landing.

In the Dragon Pit,

Tyrion could not help but admire the Architecture he was seeing. Robert had a ping of jealousy at seeing what these people built while his capital city was run by the stench of shit.

As the old man made his way to his destination, they see Vibrant markets, selling Exotic spices and aromas, what look like a gold market, to their shock and surprise. Andrel looked like a city with a rich history and culture.

The old man stops Infront of what looked like an inn, and they saw the name, “The Laughing Dot Inn”. He placed his palm on the stone wall by the entrance door and a symbol appeared, a crescent shape, letter C, with sharp angular design, glowing blue.

Tyrion looked at the young stark, “Looks like you were right, young Bran, he is a wizard” the others could not disagree, so they kept watching the flames, while Bran had a big smile on his face.

Renly look to be in thought, “I wonder what that symbol represents”

Stannis responded, “it might be the Sigil of his house or direction” all looked at the lord of Dragonstone and began to see what he saw, of course Orlena and Tywin were the first to understand.

In the Flames,

The old man, open the Inn door and went to the counter and spoke to the man making drinks. He showed the man, the same thing he did to the guard at the city gate, the man at the counter said something back.

The old man made his way upstairs and the man at the counter, scream so everyone at the inn could hear him, “Alright you lot, the inn is close for today” he said.

The sound of displeasure was all you could hear as a response.

He spoke again, “look come back tomorrow, free drinks for everybody” they cheered and made their way out of the inn.

In the Dragon Pit,

Again, he was able to get people to do what he wanted, they found the old man really interesting.

In The Flames,

The flames zoom out of the Inn, and it shows three figures walking up to the city gates, the Baratheon bastard appears.

The guards see Gendry first and instantly they are on alert, “Hold,” he said as multiple guards rush to the gate, weapon in hand.

In the Dragon Pit,  

Stannis, looks at his kingly brother, “It seems they fear, Gendry”

Renly, ask his brother, “Why would they fear him”

No one had an answer, the Baratheon’s were hoping he was not a bandit or murderer.

In the Flames,

The same guard asked them, “What business do you have in Andrel” his voice shaking, even with the 20 reinforcement he knew, they wouldn’t stand a chance against, him.

Gendry, annoyed, took a step forward, and the guards were tense, only for Bella to stop him.

she moves toward the guards, “We mean no trouble, we were invented to Andrel”. She takes the parchment from her breast pocket and handed it over to the lead guard.

He took the parchment and after a while he handed it back to her, “My apologies Lady D” he turns to his guards, giving them a signal, they warily return to their duties.

He turns back to Bella and found that the other two were by her side, “May I ask why you fear my brother, he has never been to Andrel. Such fear is unwarranted.” Mya ask the guard.

The guard looked at Mya, “it’s a pleasure to meet you Lady Hawkeye” he said with a bow.

He looks at Gendry still afraid, “it’s just that, we have heard what happen to the town of Cytryl”. At the mention of Cytryl all three Baratheon bastard, flinch.

Bella came to her little brother's defense, “Cytryl destruction was cause by the dragon king himself when he decided to fight my brother in a heavily populated area”. The guard looked shock at the information, He look at Gendry, with awe and fear.

In the Dragon Pit,

This was shocking revelation to all.

“Gods, what kind of battle did he fight to Destroy a town” Robert asks no one in particular. He was already at awe at his bastard, no, his son power.

Shireen looked at her father, “they call Cousin Mya, Hawkeye, I figure it’s because of her Bow and arrow skills. Cousin Bella name is Lady D, I wonder what the D stand for.”

Stannis was having the same thought as his daughter, “hopefully, we will find out later.” He tells her.

“It looks like, you might win the pool, your grace.” Tyrion said to a grinning Robert. Cersei and Joffrey both had a look of hate for the bastard.

They turn back to the flame.

In the Flames,

“I was not aware my Lady, rumors were all we were getting about what took place there.” He said remorsefully.

Mya seemed to understand, “you had family there.” She spoke.

He looks at her and responded, with a sad tone. “My sister and her family moved there.”  

Gendry looked at him and spoke, “I tried to move our battle outside the town, but he left me no choice. I’m sorry for your lost” with that said he walked into the city with his sisters following him.

The guard look at them walking away, another guard appeared beside him. “To think I would live to see Mya ‘Hawkeye’ Stone, Bella ‘The Smiling Demon’ Rivers, and Gendry ‘God of Destruction’ Water”.

They both turn back to their duties.

In the Dragon Pit,

They were shocked, they couldn’t believe the reputation the kings bastard had cultivated for themselves.

“The Smiling Demon, wow” Arya and Lynna said in unison, inspired by the king's bastard daughter.

“It seems, you’re not the only demon in the family brother” Renly said to Robert, who was smiling ear to ear.

“God of Destruction, pray he has no ambition for the iron throne.” Tyrion said.

The Lannister family heard him, Cersei had a scowl on her face but said nothing. Tywin looked at his son, annoyed at his words, but he knew if the bastard comes here, make a claim for the throne, they won't be able to stop him.

He will need the other houses, with magical powers to keep him in check, or hopes that he dies in this other realm. He looks at the others houses, in the pit. Stark would follow whatever Robert says, with the stark come the Tully and Arryn. Joffrey will have to marry the Tyrell girl, so he can have the reach. Dorne will never join his family, and the Greyjoy boy is a wild card. He turns back to the flames.

Stannis caught the attention of everybody, “how much power, does Gendry Possess to be known as a ‘God of Destruction’”, those in the dragon pit was really on edge, wary of the bastard son of the king.

Robert though was still smiling, his blood fought a king of dragons and lived, giving the name God of Destruction, the Laughing Demon, Hawkeye, yes, he will legitimize them when they return, consequence be damn.

Jon Arryn and Stannis saw that look in Roberts eyes, and they fear what he will do.

They see the three bastards walking towards the Inn the old man went to.

In the Flames,

“Can you see it” Gendry ask Mya, who was trying to find the Sigil left by Arol.

She ran her hands on the wall, until she felt the sigil power. “There it is” she said. The sigil appeared to the Baratheon bastards. Mya open the door, and they made their way inside.

Inside, the Inn was empty, safe for the man behind the counters, he was cleaning a mug, when they entered.

“Welcome to the Laughing Dot, we are close right now, come back tomorrow and the drinks will be free” he said Joyfully.

Mya walked towards him and showed him; the same parchment she had shown the guard at the gate. “We were invented” she smiled at him.

He looked at her and her companions, “Aye, the old man will be back soon, you lot hungry”

The Baratheon girls smiled while Gendry gave a grunt of acknowledgement. The man smiled, “well, have a seat, names Colton, I’ll have the kitchen fix something special for y’all.”  He went to the back, while the Baratheon’s found a table apposite to the entrance door and waited.

The next group to come to the gate of Andrel was the starks, “Hold” the guard the gate said, the northerners stop their horses.

The guard approached them, “What business do you have in Andrel”

Robb answered, “We have a summon” he takes out a piece of parchment and give it to the guard.

The guard studied the parchment and gave it back to him, he looked at the dire wolves and back at Robb, “will they cause trouble.”

Robb answered “no”. He allowed them into the city.

They rode through the city until, they reached the inn, they gave their horses to the stable boys by the inn. The boys were afraid to approach them due to the Dire wolves, an amuse Robb, walk away leaving the Dire wolves with the horses, while Jon took care of paying the Boys.

Robb walked to the Entrance door of the Inn, and after looking around he felt the Sigil, which then revealed itself. He calls Jon and Company; they open the door and walk inside the Inn.

In the Dragon Pit,

The stark was amused at the stable boy's reaction to the Dire wolves.

In the Flames,

Inside the Inn, the saw a man bringing food to a table.

“I’ll be with ya, in a minute” the man said.

They waited by the door, as the man spoke again, “this is Andrel national dish, enjoy.” He told the other 3 people in the Inn. They thanked him, he turned to his new guest.

“Welcome, where’s ya invitation?” he asks Robb.

Robb showed him the parchment and he nodded, “have a sit I’ll have the kitchen fix something up.”

They sat near the other three people in the Inn, while the man makes his way to the back.

Theon couldn’t stop looking at the two-beauty sitting near him, “I’m gonna introduce myself to these ladies.” the other four, turned discreetly and saw who Theon was talking about.

Domeric, spoke what they were all thinking, “what is your plan for the muscular man with them?”

Theon looks like he just acknowledges the man’s presence, he scoffs, “if he pisses me off, I’ll beat him.” with that said he made his way to their table.

In the Dragon Pit

Stannis frowned, “foolish like his father” earning a chuckle from the king.

Balon glared at the stag but said nothing.

Back in the flame the camera zooms out, leaving the Inn behind and those in Westeros see the city gates again.

In the Flames,

A group is seen walking towards the gate of Andrel, the guards are mesmerized by the most beautiful women they have ever seen, one of them step forward, “You are approaching the gates of Andrel, what business have you here”

Talisa, the more diplomatic one of the groups, stepped forward and gave the guard her invitation. “We are here on the invitation of the mage council.” 

The guard studied the parchment and allowed them entry into the city.

He said to them, “Welcome to Andrel.”

In the Dragon Pit,

This mage council caught their interest. Whas it like the citadel, many wondered.

Bran stared wide eyed at the flames, “a mage council” he said.

Tyrion, ask around, “I wonder how this council works, or how many members it has”

Renly responded, “the real question Lord Tyrion, is why a member of this mage council need with the children of our houses.”

Stannis surprised everyone with his answer, “if you hear of someone name the ‘God of Destruction’ would you not want him as an ally.” they could not refute the Lord of Dragonstone words.

The flame takes them back to the Inn, they see an overconfident Theon approaching, the Baratheon bastards table.

In the Flames,

“Ladies.” he greeted them with a smirk, catching their attention.

Mya and Bella turn to look at him, while Gentry kept eating his food, without a care.

 “Yes” mya answered him, with a stoic face that reminded the Baratheon of Stannis.

Theon, looked upset at how she answered but plow through trying to win them with his ‘Charm’

“couldn’t help but noti-” only for him to be interrupted.

“Not interested” Bella said.

In the Dragon Pit,

Robert was laughing boisterously at how his daughter put the iron born in his place. Stannis had a look of approval on his face and Renly was chuckling.

Balon looked ashamed of his son for other reasons and Asha sigh heavily, “This won’t end well” she said to no one in particular.

In the Flames,

Theon scowled at her, his pride wounded by the dismissal, “whores like you too should be happy, I’m even approaching you, let alone inviting you to my bed” he said angrily.

In the Dragon Pit,

None of the Baratheon like what the Greyjoy boy just said, Robert looked at Balon, “your son will pay for his words Greyjoy.” he said darkly.

In the Flames,

The northerners seem to sense Theon’s change of attitude, “should we stop him” ask Domeric.

Robb shook his head, “No, Theon needs to learn not to antagonize strangers” they all continue to watch the situation unfold.

Jon added, “it’s a big continent with all types of people, powerful and dangerous people. You’ll never know whose path you will cross.”

In the Dragon Pit,

Eddard Nodded at his son's words, “always be respectful, you don’t know who you will meet in your travels” he said to the children on the northern seats, who nodded in understanding in return.

In the Flames,

Gendry moved before anyone could register what happened, next thing they knew Theon was lifted up by the throat, fighting desperately to remove the hand that was choking him.

“You will apologize to them” Gendry said darkly to the boy.

Jon and Robb reacted just as fast; their weapon raised at the man holding Theon by the throat.

“Release him!!” Robb commanded as Theon continued to struggle to free himself.

In the Dragon Pit,  

They could not believe how everything took a dark turn.

“Are they going to fight” Shireen ask her father.

Stannis could not help but wonder as well, “I don’t know” he answered his daughter.

Asha sigh disappointedly, “what have you done little brother.”

Jamie looked alarmed, “I couldn’t even see them move”

Tywin looked back in the flame; he would have to act fast.

In the Flames,

Robb, seeing that this person was not even remotely wary of the two swords at his throats, he decided to press his sword furthers into the man’s neck.

Gendry felt the sharp blades trying to pierce his skin, just then, something shocking happen, he taps his front foot on the floor “S4-Gravito” he said, in a low tone.

Suddenly, Robb and Jon found themselves failing to the ground, hard, both on their knees and hands, their weapon forgotten, struggling to raise their heads, let alone stands.

In the Dragon Pit,

Catlyn asks, with panic clear in her voice, “What did that Bastard do to my son” Eddard gave her hand a reassuring pat.

Robert gave the lady stark a cold look, “Watch your tone Lady Stark, you speak of my son.” He said harshly.

“She is just worried about our son, your grace” Ned told Robert, who said nothing and continued to look at the flames.

In the Flames,

Seeing Robb and Jon fall, Domeric unsheathed his sword and rushed forwards, only to be stopped by a staff to the face. He raises his sword last minute to block the strike, whose impact surprises and pushes him back, a few feet.

He was stun at the power behind the swing, across from him is a grinning Bella.

“How about we stay out of this one, handsome.” she said playfully.

In the Dragon Pit,

Shireen looked at the flame with a smile, “we will finally see the magic of my cousins.” she said excitedly.

Jon Arynn finally spoke, “It seems, that your children are indeed powerful, your grace.”

The Lannister could not help but notice the lack of ‘Bastards’ in the lord hand words.

Renly could not help but agree, “we all saw the power of lord Boltons son, for my niece to hold him back, is a testament of her power, The Smiling Demon, indeed.”

Robert was smiling again; Cersei and Joffrey look at the bastard with utter hatred.

Lord Bolton watches his son and saw the look in his eyes. The look all Bolton man have when they see a woman they approve off. The look he had when he first met his late lady wife, Bethany. He supposes there are worse matches for his son.

In the Flames,

Mya finally decided that enough was enough, she wishes to finish her delicious meal in peace, before Gendry and Bella destroy the Inn “Gendry release him and free those two” she said sternly.

Gendry ignored her and continue to choke the life out of a struggling Theon, while the two on the floor continued to try to stand, something they were failing at doing.

Mya sighed, “Gendry release them now!!!” she raised her voice.

Gendry hesitated but listened, he released Theon, who dropped on the floor, coughing, trying to inhale every drop of oxygen he could find, while rubbing his now bruised neck. He then releases the two on the floor.

In the Dragon Pit,

Renly laughed, “she reminds me of you brother.” He said to Stannis, who said nothing to his brother but agreed, at his words.

On the stark side, Cat released the breath she was holding, this realm was a dangerous place. She fears for her son safety.

The flame zooms out, and they see Daenerys and her group, finally find the Inn.

In the Flames,

The group made their way to the Inn, once they arrived, Daenerys studied the wall until she felt the sigil.

They went inside the Inn, Daenerys felt the power that was circulating inside the Inn, rather the person it belonged too. She has never felt anything like it, it was like the fury of a god.

They see one boy on the floor struggling to breath, while a tall muscular boy hovers over him, to his side stood two boys, one with auburn hair and the other black hair, both had their swords raised at the muscular boy, who was not paying them any attention. Across the room, a girl with a stand stood ready to fight another boy with a sword. 

Just then, the man, Colton, comes from the back and address the newcomers. “Welcome to the Laughing Dot Inn, names Colton, you got an invitation.”

Talissa once again approaches and give him the parchment with a smile.

Colton looks at the letter and smiles at her, “Well, have a seat and I’ll have the kitchen fix something up for y’all.”

Daenerys and her group went to the table at the back of the Inn. Daenerys could not help but continue to look at the boy, while Val and Ygritte were looking at Mya.

Colton, look at the other occupant in the Inn, seeing them with weapon in hand, “Fighting is prohibited in the Inn, sheath your blades and return to your tables.” He ordered.

Robb, Jon and Domeric sheathed their swords, Bella walked back to their table and took her seat, focusing on her meal.

Theon still glaring at an uncaring Gendry, who went back to his seat and started eating again.

The northerners went back to their table with Robb dragging Theon along.

Colton, after making sure things were quiet again, went to the back to prepare the new orders.

Samwell begins to examine an angry Theon.

“Stop moving” he said to Theon

“How did he manage to bring us to our knees this fast” Robb said to Jon.

“I was unable to use my powers, that’s not normal.” Theon said to a bewildered Jon and Robb.

“it’s possible he is a devil fruit eater like us” Jon responded.

“I haven’t heard of a devil fruit with those kinds of abilities.” Domeric commented.

They continue their discussion.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Devil Fruit?” ask Tyrion.

Oberyn responded to the imp, “it seems to be where they got their magic from”

“Is it an actual fruit or something one must get from a devil” Bran pondered. Something that sent shivers down the spine of the northerners.

On the Baratheon side, Shireen tell her father, “It seem they are starting to realize that Cousin Gendry is more powerful than them”

Stannis nodded in agreement, “it seem so”

In the Flames,

Back to the Baratheon Bastard table, Mya was chastising Gendry.

“Your action was over the top Gendry” she said sternly.

“He insulted both of you, what kind of brother would I be if I let it stand” Gendry said trying to defend his action.

Bella was just watching her little brother, amused. “He is right Mya” she chuckled.

Mya gave her sister a warning look, “we both know he can do no wrong in your eyes.”

Bella smirked before responding, “of course not, he’s our handsome baby brother.”

Mya sighed and continue to eat her food.

In the Dragon Pit,

The Baratheon’s where amused at the banter between the siblings.

The flame leaves the Inn again and those in the dragon pit see the Martell brothers.

Quentyn and Tristane is seen walking to the gates, by the guards.

In the Flames,

“Hold, you are approaching the gate of Andrel, state your business.” Said the leading guard.

Quentyn steps forward, “we are here, by the invitation of Arol the wise of the mage council” he handed the guard the parchment.

The guard studied its content before looking at the other guards, “open the gates” he said.

The guard give Quentyn back the parchment, “welcome to Andrel”

In the Dragon Pit,

“So that is his name” Oberyn says.

“He is also a member of this mage council” Edmure says, stating the obvious.

“The more we learn the less we now” the Blackfish says.

Back to the flame, the Martell brothers find the Inn and after finding the sigil, they make their way inside.

In the Flames,

Colton is bringing food to Daenerys table, “Best in Andrel, enjoy it now.”

Talissa smiled at him, “Thank you” while the others smiled at him.

He returns to the counter, just as the entrance door of the Inn opens. He looks at the two newcomers.

“Welcome to The Laughing Dot Inn.” He says, catching their attention.

The Martell brothers walk to the counter, the man there spoke to them again, “if you don’t have an invitation, then the Inn is close for today.”  

Quentyn placed the parchment on the table Infront of the man, “we were invented, by the mage council” a little insulted by the man dismissing them outright.

Colton took the parchment and studied it, “very well, take a seat, I’ll bring a plate for y’all”

Back on the Daenerys table, Ygritte could not help but see what had captured their Diamond Princess gaze.

“You know Dany, if you want him, you should go and claim him” she said, Stradling Daenerys.

“W-What, I-I can’t do that” she stuttered, turning red.

“Why not?” Val asks confused.

“I don’t understand you southerners, in the true north, women steal their mate all the time.” Tormund said, with a mouth full of meat.

“Well, this is not the true north, it’s not even Westeros, I can’t just go and steal him.” She said in a tone that met this discussion was over.

In the Dragon Pit,

Robert was pissed, “she better stay away from my son” he said angrily.

Jon Arryn, tried to make Robert see reason, “it will be best if you allow it, your grace”

Robert turned to look at him. “I will not have my son marry this dragon spawn!!” he shouted, catching the attention of everyone in the dragon pit.

Stannis stepped in, “there are still those who hold loyalty to House Targaryen, let them marry and give Gendry storms End.” He says sternly, Renly frowns at his brothers' words.

Stannis ignored his brothers looks, “tie her and her children to the crown and no one will rise against our House.”

Cersei decided to speak on her son behalf, “My love, wouldn’t be better to marry her off to the future king instead of some bastard.”

Both Stannis and Jon Arryn frown at her words, they both understand why it would be good for Gendry to hold the Stormlands.

Robert looked at his wife and his son, who puffed out his chest in pride. Robert started laughing, “look at my son” he pointed to the flames.

“Never compare this despoilment to him again” he said mockingly.

Cersei face grew with anger, while Joffrey looked down in shame at his father's words.

He looked at Stannis, “Fine, I’ll think on it.”

Tywin looked at Stannis and Arryn, ‘what are they planning’ he thinks to himself.

Only Ned stark saw the look his son was giving the Targaryen princess, who was only staring at Gendry. He hopes history does not repeat itself.

The flames zoom out, the see the gate of Andrel once again. The Tyrells see Margaery and Loras making their way to the gate.

In the Flames,

“Finally, this is the last time we follow your travel plan” Margaery tells her amused brother.

“Hold, you are approaching the gate of Andrel, state your business.” Said the leading guard.

Loras approaches them, “we are here, by the invitation of the mage council” he handed the guard the parchment.

The guard studied its content before looking at the other guards, “open the gates” he said.

The guard give Loras back the parchment, “welcome to the city of Andrel”

they make their way into the city, the walk until they find the Inn, Margaery, walked to the wall of the Inn and tried to feel the Sigils power.

“There it is” she said excitedly.

They enter the Inn and see that it is occupied by people. A man spoke to them, “I’ll be with you in minute”

They walk to the counter and wait.

The approach them, “welcome to the Laughing Dot Inn, you have an invitation?” he asks.

“yes” Loras said, he handed him the parchment.

The man looks it over, “alright, have a seat, I’ll fix something up.”

Margaery and Loras makes their way to a table. Daenerys' eyes widen upon seeing her.

"Margaery! I have not seen you since we left the Angar Mountains months ago," Daenerys said in excitement at seeing her friend. Margaery startle by her name being called.

“Come pull two chairs and sit with us” Danny said, Loras went a brought two chairs to their table. The two group begin catching up.

In the Dragon Pit,

“It looks like they’ve worked together before” Garlan told his grandmother.

In the Flames,

Everyone was enjoying their meal, and there is a sense of calm and peace inside the Inn, until they all heard a voice.

“It seems everyone is here” the voice says out of nowhere, catching everyone’s attention.

They all turn to see the great mage, himself.

“it’s nice to see you all again” he said with a grandfatherly smile.

They were all thinking the same thing, ‘How did he get here without them sensing him.’

“If you would, please follow me, to the meeting room” he turns, left for said room, those in the Inn left their tables and made way for the meeting room.

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In the Flames,

They all walk in a room with a round table.

“Welcome to the round Table of the mage council, please have a seat” Arol says.

In the Dragon Pit,

They couldn’t help but be amazed at the room, The Round Table of the mage council is room with a large, circular table where the mage council gathers to discuss important matters, feast, and make decisions.

A grand, wooden table with a smooth, polished surface, adorned with intricate carvings of knots, leaves, and other mystical symbols. The table is massive, with enough space to sit comfortably, around 24 seats.

In the center of the table, a decorative hub or pedestal supports the table's structure, featuring a statue of a mythical creature of a dragon. The table's surface also features a subtle, inlaid pattern of gold, silver, or precious gems, reflecting the light and adding to the sense of majesty.

The seats around the table are depicted as ornate, with carvings of coats of arms, symbols and names. Those in the dragon pit did not know or understand.

Each seat is designated, emphasizing their equal status and unity as brothers in arms.

“This put the small council chamber to great shame,” said Renly.

“This mage council must be the most powerful group in this realm, to hold such wealth” Oberyn added.

“You speak true, Martell, there is enough wealth in this room to buy 2 kingdoms.” Orlena said, while the prince just smiled at her.

“There are 24 seats, in the room, do you think that’s the number of members this mage council have?” Shireen asked her father.

Stannis did not have an answer for her, while the others heard her question and ponder the same thing.

The others were really worried now, even with all the magic their children seem to possess, they couldn’t help it. What does this mage council want with members of their houses.

In the Flames,

After everyone took a seat, Arol started the meeting.

“Thank you all for answering the mage council call.” He said with a serious tone.

“it’s not like we had a choice” voiced Theon, which earned him and smack on the head, by Robb.

Arol gave them a small smile and continued speaking, “The mage council wishes for you all to participate in our mission to end the reign of the Dragon King”

Everyone tensed up after hearing what Arol said.

“Are you mad!!!” screamed Theon, as he abruptly stood form his chair.

“Reign in your tongue, boy!!” said an irritated Gendry, still not forgiving him for calling his sweet sisters' whores.

Theon looked defiant until Gendry released a wave of red energy, the whole room felt it, to their shock.

Gilly, Talisa and Samwell looked like there were about to pass out. Val and Ygritte had to steel themselves at the blue eye's boy power, while Tormund had a predatory grin on his face, even as sweat trickled down his face.

“Sit, down” Jon said to a now scared Theon.

“Gendry, it is alright” Arol said with a smile.

The suffocating power was no more when Gendry relax, Bella placed her hand on top of his, calming her little brother down.

In the Dragon Pit,

They all felt it, this power, they have never felt anything like it before, it was like Gendry was trying to exert his own willpower over them.

The women had to try to regain their breathing, the children were shivering, Joffrey passed out, while Ser Barristan and Ser Jamie who was Standing fell to their knees. Everyone else had sweat all over their face at the feeling.

“What in the seven hells was that!!” Robert demanded of the red priestess.

“It seems your grace, that magic of Dakour is slowly leaking in this realm” she said, at awe that such a thing is happening.

“I hope this doesn’t bloody happen often; my old heart can’t take it” said the Queen of Thorns as she is trying to get her breathing under control.

“Barristan, king slayer are you alright” roared Robert.

“I’m fine your grace” said the Lord Commander of the kings' guards. Jamie gave a nod as they both stands up, still wobbly at the feeling.

Cersei managed to wake Joffrey up, who had no idea what was happening.

Tywin was feeling something he has never felt, Fear, it was a strange feeling to the old lion. The boy needs to die, was the only thing going through Tywin head.

In the Flames,

Arol decided to speak again, “if you agree to the terms, you will be compensated, and the mage council will assist in returning you all to your realm.”

This caught the westerosi natives' attention,

“Going to war with the dragon king, is a very dangerous move, Lord Arol” Mya said, having witness the vile being's power firsthand.

“I fully understand the implications, Lady Hawkeye.” Arol said.

“And yet, you think we can kill him” Mya challenged.

 “Not in the beginning, but over time we will manage to weaken his hold on Dakour and in turn weaken him” Arol responded again.

“How do you propose we waken him?” Ask Daenerys

“By first killing them” he waved his hand, and 10 shadowy figures appears. 

“Who are they?” ask Bella

“The 10 dragon lords of Duir.” He said with disdain. “They belong to a group of mages who once rule Dakour, but due to their unquenchable thirst for power, they wanted the golden tree of Yahweh. The mage council who would not let them use the devil fruits for their nefarious gains, we wage a four-hundred-year war against them. The 12 kingdoms of Dakour at the time joined the mage council, in the end, the mage council won, the kingdoms destroyed, the Tree was desecrated, and some fruits pluck from it, lost to the sands of time.”  He finished.

In the Dragon Pit,

To say they were shocked was an understatement.

“a war that lasted 400 years” Tyrion said shock, at the implication. The Targaryen Dynasty didn’t even last 300 years, and the rebellion lasted a fraction of that.

“So those 12 kingdoms are no more?” wondered Renly.

“It would see so, it must a been a terrible war to destroy 12 kingdoms,” said Stannis.

“Gods, can you imagine if we were still fighting the mad king and his spawns” ask Robert.

“it’s best not to think on such things, your grace.” Said Eddard to his friend.

The others were thinking what such a war would look like.

“Do you think Arol fought in the war” bran ask.

“Don’t be stupid, no one can live that long,” said sansa.

“you’re the stupid one” Arya fired back.

“Girls” Cat said Sternly, they glare at each other before turning their sight back to the flames.

In the Flames,

“So, the tree, really exist” ask Domeric.

“Yes, it does” answered Arol, with a wave of his had the lords of Duir disappeared and the Golden tree appears.

The Golden tree is a majestic and vibrant creation. With a sturdy trunk and branches, that shimmer in a warm, sunny gold. The leaves are a delicate, lacy patterns. With intricate details that resemble the fines filigree, and they glow with a soft, ethereal light.

The tree's bark is smooth and unblemished, with a subtle texture that catches the light, giving it a sense of depth and dimension. The golden hue is rich and consistent, with hints of honey and amber that seem to shift and change as the light catches it.

The trees shape is elegant and balanced, with sweeping curves and gentle angles that evoke a sense of harmony and peace.

In the background, a soft, gradient sky with hues of pink, peach, and lavender, which complements the golden tree's warmth and adds to its sense of enchantment.

They were all at looking at it, wide eyes, its godly power soothing their worries.

In the Dragon Pit,

They were at awe, at the tree. As its power leaked through the pit, it enveloped them in harmony, peace with oneself. It’s different from the power of the kings bastard's son, where his was one of dominance, this was serenity. Wonder from a mythical realm.

“What is this realm” Tyrion said shockingly.

“For magic to roam so freely” he continued.

In the Flames,

“You said it was desecrated, how many fruits did you lose?” ask Robb.

Arol sighs and closed his eyes, for a minute before speaking. “Sadly, The Tree of Yahweh only have, the Human-Human Fruit, Model: Nika, Human-Human Fruit, Model: Buddha, Bird-Bird Fruit, Model: Phoenix, Op-Op Fruit, Time-Time Fruit, Dog-Dog Fruit and the Model: Okuchi-no-Makami, 7 out of the original 207 fruit it once held.”

“Is that the reason, the mage council refuse to wage this war on their own” accused Loras, earning frowns from Jon and Gendry.

Arol spoke to stop them from confronting the Tyrell boy. “You are correct, Young Loras, if we leave the Garden to wage war, the tree will be unprotected and if it falls into the hands of the Dragon King, Dakour will be destroyed.”

Loras said nothing in response, Arol continued speaking, “that is why, we decided to offer the contract to you all.”

“Those 10 lords whatever won’t be the only things we fight, will they.” said Tormund, tired of all this talking.

He smiled and agreed with the young man, “they will not, you’ll have to fight the horde of the dragon lords Known as Dragon spawns, bound to the dragon king himself. The elemental Golems, a once peaceful race of magical wonders now twisted by the dragon king foul power. The army of ogres, orcs, goblins, giant spiders, fell beast, Were-worms, Trolls and Wyvern, not to mention the Dragon lords themselves.”

“We better be paid good for this shit,” said Val, not liking the idea of fighting the Dragon King.

“If you are successful in completing the mission, the mage council will reward each one of you, 100 million Arish.” Arol answered her with a smirk.

“How much in gold dragons, Sam” ask a curious Theon

 Sam now the center of attention, begin to nervously speak, “t- the equivalent of 5- 500 million gold dragons.”

They all had the look of shock on their faces, while Tormund simply laughed.

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In the Dragon Pit,

When they heard how much, no one knew how to react.

“Gods, that’s more gold than casterly rock has ever produced.”” Tyrion exclaimed,

Tywin gave his son a disapproving look.

“So, which house will get the most?” ask a curious Tommen.

“Our House, cousin.” answered Shireen with a smile, which Tommen returned.

“Grand maester, how much will each house receive?” ask the king.

Maester Pycelle, who have been writing information for the citadel, answered his king. “The bastards of house Baratheon will receive a total of 1.5 billion gold dragons.”

“That is a lot of gold.” said a surprise, Jon Arryn.

He looked at the northerners, “House Stark will receive 1 billion gold dragons and House Bolton 500 million Gold Dragon.”

“Dad our house will be rich.” a thrilled Arya Stark says; Ned gave her smile agreeing with her.

Lord Bolton said nothing, still staring at the flames.

“House Tyrell will receive 1 billion gold dragons and House Tarly will receive 500 million gold dragons.” he continued.

“They better keep those spears of theirs.” said the queen of thorns, not wanting to miss out on those foreign weapons even with the gold they are getting.

Garlan and Mace agreeing with her. The spears where like nothing the known world has seen.

“Do you think Sam will share his gold with our house?” ask Dickon Tarly.

“Not if he resent your father for what he did.” answered his mother.

Randyll said nothing but frowned as he watches the flames.

“House Martell will receive 1 billion gold dragons; House Greyjoy 500 million gold dragons and House Targaryen will receive 500 million gold dragons.” he finished.

‘Enough to buy every sell sword in Essos’ Oberyn thought, looking at the Lannister’s. his sister and her children would be avenged.

‘How many ships will we be able to build with such wealth’ Yara Thought, she had an evil grin on her face. 

“The others” ask Orlena.

“M-my lady, I don’t not know the houses they are from but combine they will receive” he took a moment trying to comprehend the number. “2.5 billion gold dragons”

Tyrion started chuckling, “looks like House Lannister have been dethrone as the richest house in the realm father.”

Tywin again gave him a stern look. ‘This is not good’, he thought. His house will not be getting a copper from those gold, he will have to try to get Robert to take the gold from his bastards.

Cersei was seething at the Imps words, she will have those bastard hand over their gold, for her brave Joffrey.

In the Flames,

“I’ll leave you all to discuss the contract and if you agree, I will collect it tomorrow. Colton has rooms assigned for you, I will see you all tomorrow” he said to them, he got up from his chair and left the room.

With Arol gone, they all left the room and went to their assigned rooms. Everyone is weighing the pros and cons of signing this contract, of participating in this Journey.

In his room, Arol starts to think about his plans, and the council reaction when he brought it up to them.

In the mage council room, 24 dark figures sat, their appearance impossible to see by those in Westeros.

“Why have you call this meeting Arol,” said an authoritative female voice.

“The time have come for us to move against HIM” he said, emphasizing the ‘Him’ part.

“The land bleeds, flogged by devastation and you would have us bring more desolation to a broken people!!!” said a tall figure, outrage by Arol suggestion.

“If we do not act it will be too late” Arol defended his decision.

“The tree is weak and unprotected, leaving the garden would be unwise” said another figure sternly.

“It wouldn’t be us, that bring Daemon down” Arol said, finally catching their attention.

“Comrades, Allow Arol to plead his case.” Said another figure, his accent was different, he even sounded older than those that have spoken earlier.

“Not long ago, I took in two students. I saw potential in them, potential that I have never seen in any from the race of man.”  with a wave of his hand, a miniature Gendry and Jon appears in the middle of the table.

In the Dragon Pit,

They were shocked at this revelation.

“If this Arol ever comes to Westeros, he will be treated as a guest of honor in my court,” Proclaimed the King.

“Aye, mine as well your grace” Ned added, agreeing with his king, the man turned his son into a great warrior, his honor demands it.

The other houses were wondering why their children were not worthy to be train but two bastards were.

“Is Daemon this dragon king name?” said a confuse Tommen, catching the attention of everyone.  

In the Flames,

“You think two mortals will stand a chance against the Dragon King and his hoard, when we could only fight them, to a stalemate.” ask another figure insulted at what Arol was saying.

Arol looked at him, and with a serious expression said, “I do”.

“Do not play games with this council Arol!!!” the same figure screamed, outrage.

“Why do you think they will succeed, where we failed” said the women from earlier, trying to calm the situation.

He waved his hand again and Gendry is the only one shown, “Gendry is the wielder of the Jack-Jack fruit” Arol simply said. Shocking all 23 members of the council.

“That is not possible, the vile fruit was lost, not only to us but to Daemon as well.” said a new figure.

“As powerful as this vile fruit is, wielding it does not mean this, Gendry can stand against Daemon.” said a new figure, his accent was a more elegant version of Colton, the owner of the Dragon Dot Inn.

“it’s not only that, his Haki is on par with our own, he has also mastered 5 of the 6 statuses of the Jack-jack fruit” Arol finished.

“And your other pupil” ask another figure, breaking the silence in the room.

Arol waves his hand and Jon appears, “Jon is Gendry’s equal regarding their Haki level, he wields the Flame-flame fruit” he finished.

“Has he awakened the fruit?” as another female figure.

“Yes, he has” Arol confirmed, he could see they were starting to take his proposal seriously.

“He is not the only one with an awakened fruit” Arol waved his hands, and three figures appears,

“This is Mya, the wielder of the String-String fruit and Bella, the wielder of the Mochi-Mochi fruit, both the elder sisters of Gendry” he points to the other Male that appears, “This is Robb, the wielder of the Ice-Ice fruit, elder brother of Jon”

In the Dragon Pit,

“String-String and Mochi-Mochi?” said a confused Renly.

“I wonder what they do.” Shireen added.

“I guess we will find out niece.” Renly responded with a smile.

“How does one wake some fruit?” Tyrion asks.

“That would imply that, said fruit is sleeping, lord Tyrion.” said the blackfish.

“What is this Haki they speak of” ask Edmure. This was the first time he said something productive; no one knew and were hoping the flame will show them later.

“Dad, Jon is as strong as Gendry, we should bet on him.” said Bran to his father.

Eddard looked at his son and sighed, “Lord Tyrion” he said catching the attention of the imp.

“I will join the wager; my son Jon is the strongest.” He announces, shocking everyone, the honorable Eddard Stark is gambling.

Robert Started laughing, Tyrion responded, “it’s your lost Lord Stark.”

In the Flames,

“If we agree to this plan of yours, how many will accompany these 5 on the journey” ask the figure with the same accent as Colton.

“You cannot expect us to believe these five will be enough to take down Daemons army.” ask another female figure.

All eyes were now on Arol, “No, I have plans to recruit 13 others to assist me”

“Very well, you will have the full backing of the council.” said the first female that spoke in the beginning.

The screen returns to Arol who is in his room, laying on his bed, he slowly closes his eyes and drift off to sleep.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Well, that was something” Renly spoke, not sure what to make of this revelation.

“It is interesting that their appearance is hidden from us.” Tyrion said.

“Just like the 10 Lords of Duir.” stated Bran, the others actually forgot about that.

In the Flames,

In the Baratheon bastards' room,

“You brought it with you” Bella asks her little brother.

“I couldn’t leave it behind.” he responded, looking at the sealed sword.

“Whether you want to admit it or not, it is part of you little brother.” Bella said softly.

Gendry swiftly turn to face his sister, anger written all over his face, “I am nothing like them!” he said.

“I didn’t say you were.” Bella quickly defended her statement, before adding “But that does not change the fact that their blood flow through you.”

“Regardless, House Lannister owes me debt, and you know what they say, a Lannister always pays its debt.” Gendry says as he places the sealed sword away.

Gendry makes his way to his room to rest.

“We still have a lot to discuss Gendry.” Bella reminded her little brother.

Gendry scoff, “You and Mya have a lot to discuss, I’m going to bed.” With that said, he went to his room, Bella sigh and made her way to Mya and her shared room.

In the Dragon Pit,

“What debt?” ask Shireen.

No one had an answer, Robert turns to his wife, “what, did, you, do?” he demanded menacingly.

Cersei glared at her husband but said nothing.

Before Robert could say more Stannis intervened, “I am sure whatever secret the queen wants to keep will be revealed as we continue to watch.” he said sternly, suspicious at what the Lannister did, to his bastard nephew.

Tywin look at his daughter who was avoiding his gaze. ‘What did you do Cersei’ he thought.

“It seems, my dear sister may have doomed our family.” he said to his father smiling brightly. Tywin did not respond or acknowledge his son, only glaring at the flame.

“I wonder what kind of sword he has sealed” Jamie asks no one.

Lady Orlena Looked at the bastard boy, remembering his words, something was missing, but she will get it.

In the Flames,

In the room where Robb and his brothers were staying.

“Are we going to sign the contract?” asked Samwell, looking at the other 4 in the room.

“I don’t see why not; more gold than we can dream of, and we get to be heroes.” Theon said, with his smug smile.

“I don’t usually want to agree with a moron, but yes, I think we should.” Jon said, getting a glare form Theon.

“It may be our only chance to return home.” Domeric added.

They all turn to look at Robb, “Very well, we will give Arol our answer in the morning.” With that said, they all went to their rooms and fell asleep.

In the Dragon Pit,

When Jon called Theon a moron, many in the dragon pit started laughing at the insult, while the iron born glared at the stark bastard.

In the Flames,

In the room of the Martell brothers,

“What do you think?” Quentyn asks his little brother.

“We have no choice, I miss home and if removing the dragon king will let me see sun spear again, I say fine.” Answered Trystane.

Quentyn looks at his little brother, for any sign of doubt, he found none. “Very well, I will inform Arol of our decision in the morning.” He said, they made their way to their room to rest.

In the Dragon Pit,

Oberyn was smiling, ‘it won’t be long now’ he thought.

In the Flames,

In the room where Daenerys and her group were staying,

“So, what’s the plan?” Ygritte ask the group.

“I say we join” Tormund answered her.

“it’s a lot of gold and we get to go home after, yep I say we join.” Val said.

“What about you two?” Danny ask Talisa and Gilly.

“It’s going to be dangerous, who do you think will heal Tormund with his recklessness.” Talisa said with a smile, her comment earned a laugh from Tormund.

Gilly agreed with her, “Very well, Arol will know of our decision in the morning” with that said they went to their rooms to rest.

In the Dragon Pit,

Robert scowled at the flames, “Fucking Dragon Spawn” he is hoping that she dies in this mission of theirs.

In the Flames,

In the Tyrell sibling room, 

“Marge, hello” Loras waved his hand Infront of his sister face.

“What?” a confused Margaery asked.

“Your drifting, why?” Loras ask.

“Never mind why.” Margaery answered.

“It’s the Baratheon bastard isn’t it” Loras said smugly.

Margaery faces turn a new shade of red, “Shut up Loras”

In the Dragon Pit,

“Absolutely not!” Mace Tyrell erupted, “My daughter will not marry a no name bastard.”

The pit, stared at the Lord of Highgarden, Robert face was red with anger, to everyone surprise it was Stannis who responded to the insult towards his family.

“My nephew, bastard or no, is more than you up jump stewards deserve.” he glared at the Tyrell daring him to challenge his words.

Lady Orlena grabs her son's hand, “Sit down you oaf” mace heeded his mother’s words and sat back down. She did not want her granddaughter to marry the bastard either, but she sees how the king and his brothers are starting to like the boy, she had hope mace would be wise enough to not voice such opinion.

Tywin did not like this one bit, if he can’t marry Joffrey to the Tyrell girl, they will have no allies. He looked at the Baratheon brothers, it was then he knew Robert would allow his bastard to do as he wished. He did not like it one bit.

In the Flames,

“So, you like him” Loras asked, still smiling.

“It doesn’t matter, whether I like him or not. We have to focus of the contract.” Margaery deflected.

“Alright, I’ll let it go for now” he said.

“So, we agree, joining is the best solution” Marge asks.

“Grandmother would kill us herself, if she found out we had an opportunity to make that much gold and did not take it.” He chuckled to himself.

“Alright, we will tell Arol of our decision in the morning.” Marge ended the conversation, and the Tyrell siblings went to their room to rest.

In the Dragon Pit,

“He is right” Garlan said to his grandmother, who heard him but chose to ignore him, earning a chuckle from her grandson.

In the Flames,

In the morning, they all met back in the mage council room, Arol took the signed contract from each one of them.

“I welcome you all to Operation Iron Justice. We will depart in 3 days.” he declared.

They all made their way back down to the Inn dining area, to break their fast.

The flame zooms out and travels to a desolate land, where three dark figures appear, two were on their knees while the third stood before them. 

“The mage council is making preparation for war, Arol is in Andrel, you are to go there and bring me his head, failure will not be accepted.” said the leading dark figure, menacingly.

The two kneeling figures are revealed.

The first one is an ugly young man, even with his fine blood red armor. He is big boned, and slope shouldered, with a fleshiness indicating he will be fat later in life. His skin is pink and blotchy, his nose broad, his hair long and dark and dry. Although his mouth is small, his lips are wide and meaty, wormy looking, and he smiles a wet-lipped smile.

The next one possesses the classical Valyrian features: he has pale skin, silver-blond hair, and pale lilac eyes. He is a gaunt young man with hard lines in his face and a feverish look in his eyes.

The dark figure spoke once more, “When I found you, you were weak and alone, through training I made you what you are, now stand as my heralds.” He finishes.

“Rise, Viserys Targaryen, King of Westeros, rise Ramsey Snow, warden of the north” they both stood, bowed and left the room.

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In the Dragon Pit,

The son of the mad king still lives, this was a shock to those in the dragon pit.

“Another dragon spawn!!” raged Robert.

“Your grace” Ned tried to speak.

“No, lord Stark, he is already calling himself King of Westeros. If my son doesn’t kill him, I will,” shouted Robert.

Ned said nothing, the boy made his intention clear, he couldn’t defend it.

“Who is this Ramsey snow, that calls himself the warden of the north” ask Bran.

“He is my Bastard” whispered lord Bolton, everyone was surprised at this but said nothing. 

In the Flames,

The Inn was full of people, who came for their promised free drink.

The Westeros natives all sat at one table Arol had Colton put together. He had them properly introduce themselves to each other, It was a way to start the bonding process between them.

“So how did you arrive in Dakour?” a shy Gilly asked Samwell.

“M- My father and I with some of his man went fishing, I fell in the water and woke up here” answered a blushing Sam.

“How about you Lady Gilly” Sam asked in kind.

“Oh, I ran away from my vile father and fell, once I woke up, I was in dakour” she answered still can’t believe she escaped her father’s influence.

“you four are wildings?” ask Loras.

“We are the free folk, you southern shit” answered Tormund.

“Alright, my apologies, how did you three manage to find yourselves in Dakour” he continued.

“Fucking Thenns came at us on our way to a meeting, when we woke up, we were here.” Val answered.

In the Dragon Pit,

The fact that wildings will receive such wealth did not sit well many in the dragon pit.

Lady Melessa Tarly glared at her husband, who wisely ignored her.

In the Flames,

“How did you Tyrells get here anyway?” asked an interested Quentyn.

“We were playing in the Gods wood, when a bright light surrounded us, and the next thing we know, we were in Dakour.” answered Loras.

“It’s the same for us three” Robb said pointing at Jon and Theon.

“I remember the bright light; my brother and I were in the Water Gardens, when we were struck.” Added Quentyn.

In the Dragon Pit,

“I remember this light.” Said Orlena.

“What could have cause it, to strike children kingdoms away from each other at the same time?” wondered Tyrion.

“Someone was behind it, no doubt.” Said the Blackfish, the others agreed with him, the question was who.

In the Flames,

“How about you Dany?” Margaery asked her friend.

Daenerys looked up from her plate of food, “me and my brother were attacked in Essos, Viserys told me to run as he held them off. One of our attackers manage to slip past him and tried to stab me, I jumped in a river and woke up in Dakour.” she answered.

“Do you know who they were?” asked Mya.                   

She shook her head, dismissively, “No, could have been anyone, my family made a lot of enemies.”

“I’m sorry you had to live through that.” Bella said.

Daenerys smiled at her, “Thank you”

In the Dragon Pit,

“Robert did you send assassins after children?” Lord Stark asks with a disappointed glare.

Robert offended at the thought “Of course not, if I planned to kill the dragons spawns it will be with my hammer.” No one else commented at the kings' words.

In the Flames,   

“Bolton how did you get here?” Loras asked.

Domeric looked up at him, “I was coming home from visiting my Ryswell family, when a bright light struck my Horse, when I woke up, I was in Dakour.” He answered and went back to his food.

“The same thing happens to me.” Added Talissa.

“Where are you from Gendry?” Jon asks the only bastard boy in the group, breaking the silence. Arol has told him to overlook their first meeting as Jon would have done the same, he told Jon to get to know Gendry as they have more in common than he thinks.

“I was born in kings landing, flee bottom. My mother was a tavern wench. She was murdered by gold cloaks sent by the Queen of Westeros, she tried to protect me, told me to run, the last thing I saw was Janos Slynt running her through with his sword. He caught up with me, I had a knife which I used to take one of his eyes, before I dove in the blackwater bay, waking up here.” Gendry explains to Jon.

“I’m sorry for your lost.” Jon said sincerely.

“Thank you” Gendry responded.

Robb turned to Mya and Bella, “is it the same with you two” he asked.

“Yup, I was born in the Riverlands, during the rebellion, Lannister man came to where my mother lived and they killed her, they would have killed me to, if I didn’t fall in a river before waking up here.” Bella said.

They all looked at Mya, she nodded before speaking, “It’s the same story for me, but I was born in the Vale, when the Lannister man came, my mother barricaded our home, they burn it down with us in it. I only remember my mother’s scream before I woke up here in Dakour”  Anger lacing her every word.

“Do you really think the Queen sent those man” Domeric ask.

“Janos all but confessed that she gave the order, before killing my mother.” Gendry said

“Once I return to Westeros, every Lannister from babe to elder will die by my hand, I will bring their keep to ruined until there is nothing left.” he seethed.

“Enough Gendry!” Mya barked at her little brother, who went back to eating his food.

In the Dragon Pit,

Hearing how his Lannister wife almost killed his children, pissed Robert off, the fact that man that was supposed to be loyal to him did this, is unacceptable.

“Is that what you were hiding, you golden hair WHORE!!!” Screamed Robert, rushing to hurt the queen, only to be held back by Stannis, Jon Arryn and Eddard who manage to make it there in time to assist in restraining the King.

Jamies stood protectively Infront of his sister, hand on the pummel of his word, while Ser Barristan, the blackfish and many of the norther warriors there met his eyes daring him to draw his steel.

The situation was going downhill fast, the others where silently watching the event unfold, while the Martell’s had huge smiles of their faces.

“Robert violence will bring us no good here” Jon Arryn urgently said to a struggling Robert trying to break free.

“Fine” Robert stop struggling and sat down still glaring at his wive.

“Spider!!!” he called out.

Varys look at his king, “Your grace.” He responded.

“Find all my bastard and if they wish send them to Storm end, they will keep Edric company.” He ordered, shocking everyone in the pit. Jon Arryn and Stannis shared a quick look with each other, ‘This will work to their advantage’ they both thought.

“Onion knight, you will lead this endeavor, since my brother trusts you, I will to.” he added, a shock Davos bowed and left with Varys to complete their task.

“Jon, when this is over, I want Janos Slynt brought to me, I will cave in his skull with my hammer.” Jon Arryn did not have a chance to reply before Robert turned to Stannis.

“Stannis, I want every Lannister gold cloak sent to the wall or be executed, Renly will help you bring in storm landers, man loyal to our house to replace those traitors.” He looks at the Lannister daring them to test him now, they said nothing. Everyone else just observed the king's wrath in silence.

Cersei glared at her husband, about to say something, Tywin stopped her before she made matters worse “You will still your tongue Cersei” he ordered her with a glare of his own which cowed her into submission.

Tywin knew they had no allies here, everything he has worked so hard for, coming to an end because of his foolish daughter.

Tyrion was laughing, looking at his family, “it seems we are well and truly fucked father” he continued laughing.

In the Flames,

The Baratheon bastards left the table and went to the counter to order drinks, when something caught Gendry’s attention.

A blonde boy with green eyes is telling people how he will be a powerful warrior when he grows up and fight against the dragon king, the adults started laughing at him.

Gendry comes to his defense, “The wishes of children are the future reality… Adults that; laugh at such dreams are no longer human.” The whole Room was deafly quiet after that.

The boy looked at Gendry and approached him, “I wish to be your apprentice” he declared, surprising Bella and Mya.

Gendry looked at the boy, he could tell he has been training, if the number of bruises on him is any indication.

“I have no need for an apprentice” he said, shooting down the young boy's hope.

The boy looks sad, but then his face changed to stubbornness, “I challenge you to a fight” he said, shocking everyone in the Inn.

Gendry looked amused at the boy, “what will I get from beating a green boy” he asks.

“I will prove myself and show you that I have potential” the boy scowled at him.

 “Very well, you land one hit on me, and I will take you on as my apprentice” Gendry said, he got up and they went outside, everyone followed them.

“What is Gendry doing” Bella asks her sister.

“I think he sees himself in the boy” Mya answered.

In the Dragon Pit,

They are amused at the young boy's boldness.

Tywin couldn’t help but notice the boys Lannister appearance, he looks like Jamie at that age. He looked at Jamie and then Tyrion, before returning his gaze to the flame.

In the Flames,

Outside the Inn, Gendry and the boy were now inside a circle of people who wanted to see the boy beaten.

The boy squared up, fist raised, and a serious expression on his face, this made Gendry smile.

Without waiting, he charged at Gendry, Left and right hooks thrown at him. Gendry dodging each punch.

After a minute of relentless attack by the boy, Gendry caught one of his jabs, and hit him hard in the stomach, the boy fell to his knees holding his abdomen while trying and failing to catch his breath.

Gendry kneels in front of the suffering boy, “what is your name?” he asks.

The boy looks up at him, “Tyr” he manages to say, trying and failing to act like he was not in pain.

Gendry smile at the boy, “can you stand, Tyr”, the boy struggles but, in the end, he stands back up on his two feet, still clutching his stomach.

“Good, follow me” Gendry walked away, and Tyr followed. The crowd dispersed and went back to the Inn. Mya and Bella went back inside to order some ale.

In the Dragon Pit,

“The boy is a brawler, he lacks discipline, but with proper training, he will be a force to reckon with.” Observed the Red Viper of Dorne. He has seen these types of fighters in Essos before.

In the Flames,

Later in the day, Arol finds Gendry and the Boy in the training yard. He approaches his apprentice; Gendry notices him and respectfully greets his master.

“Master” he said with a bow.

“So, he is your new apprentice” Arol said as he stood by Gendry watching Tyr train. The boy was punching the living crap out of a metal wall, it was the same training Arol had Gendry complete to increase the potency of his Haki.

“And it seems he too possesses Haki” he added.

“He does, even though he can only use Armament at this time.” Gendry answered.

They continued to watch the boy pummel the metal wall, he was getting tired they could tell, even if he was trying to hide it.

“Has he shown sign of the other kinds?” Arol asked.

“I know he is no Conqueror, but I’m not sure about Observation.” Gendry answered.

“Well introduce us, my apprentice” Arol said with a smile.

“Tyr” Gendry yelled, catching the young boy's attention.

Tyr, rushed toward his master, and saw someone with him.

“Tyr, this is my master, Arol the wise of the mage council” Gendry said to a wide-eyed Tyr.

Tyr bowed to the powerful mage, “It’s a pleasure to meet, my lord” he said with a respectful tone.

Arol chuckles, “Well, he has better manners than you did” he said to Gendry who smiled before responding to the young boy.

“Like wise young Tyr” he finished.

“We are done for today, go rest and we will begin again tomorrow” Gendry said, catching the attention of the young boy memorized by his master, one of the most powerful beings in Dakour.

Tyr nodded in agreement and went to the Inn to eat, bathe and rest.

In the Dragon Pit,

“This is the second time they’ve mention this, Haki.” Tyrion said.

“All we know so far is that there are three types” added Renly.

“Gods, look at what the boy did to that metal wall.” Said an impressed king Robert.

“Indeed, your grace, Gendry seems to be a great teacher” Jon said, earning a smile from Robert.

“Do you think Gendry can train me like this father” asked a hopeful Tommen.

Robert looked at his son, “Of course, when he comes back to Westeros, I’ll have him train you, Myrcella and Shireen.” he said, the three children smiled brightly at him.

Joffrey looked at his cousin and siblings with pure hatred, he was the crown prince. He should be getting those trainings. He also knew that his father was not in a good mood, so he kept he mouth shut.

In the Flames,

In the city the bells are ringing waking everybody up from their sleep, they all suit up and grab their weapons, hoping they won’t have to use them.

Arol and the Westeros natives make their way outside the Inn, to find the city in chaos.

Arol sees a guard and asks him “Why are the bells ringing?” the guard looks at him, trying to explain what is happening.

“The city is under attack my Lord, 20 stone golems have been sighted, 30 minutes away from the city.” the guard rushes off to where he was initially heading.

Arol and the group head to the city center and there he uses his barrier magic; everyone sees a blue wave slowly envelope the city.

He looks at Jon and Gendry, “I can’t leave here, or the barrier will fall, go to the gate and see how you can help defend Andrel” they all bowed and made their way to the gate.

“Tyr, stay here and guard Master Arol.” Gendry told his young apprentice, who bowed and watch as his master leave for battle.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Golems?” ask sansa.

“It’s the stone giants the Martell’s fought, in the beginning” Arya said to her sister.

“If only we had something like this here, none of our keep would ever fall.” Edmure says and everyone agrees with him.

In the Flames,

As they arrive at the gate, they see the captain giving out orders to his man, “Start getting the civilians in the bunkers, we need to be ready.” He shouted, his man, rushing to do their duties.

The captain looked and saw the group, “Is this your doing?” he demanded angrily.

“Of course not, but this is” Jon said, pointing at the blue energy now fully covering the city.

“Lord Arol wanted us to assist you” Robb added.

The captain sighs, “I apologize for my words, but if I don’t do something this city is going to be destroyed, 20 golems have enough power to topple a kingdom, what do you think they will do to a city.”

“Lord Arol’s barrier will hold against them.” Gendry said, putting the captain mind at ease.

“Our best choice right now is to challenge them before the reach the city” he added.

Jon and Robb agreed with him, “us devil fruit users will face them, the rest will help with evacuating the civilians to safety” Robb commended.

“Captain, we need 8 of your fastest horses” Jon demanded.

The captain obliged and had the gate open for them. 12 riders leave the city behind and rush to face the Golems, while the soldiers get into defensive position, praying they succeed.

20 minutes from the group, the golems are seen, on the left shoulder of the leading one is Ramsey Snow and on its right shoulder its Viserys Targaryen.

(We now know how our heroes found their way into Dakour.)

(Cersei Lannister have may have brought the destruction of house Lannister, what will Tywin do?)

(Jon Arryn and Stannis plan to expose Cersei is coming along quite nicely.)

(Gendry new apprentice, why does he get a familiar feeling around him)

(We will see the power of our heroes in the next 3 chapters, the fun is about to begin.)

(Viserys and Ramsey are now ready to complete their mission, will they win)

(Both Viserys and Ramsey have eaten a devil fruit, gifted to them by their master, one of the Dragon Lord of Duir, Arioch the Defiler.)

(As always, thank you for reading and Criticize, Criticize, Criticize.)

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In the Dragon Pit,

“How are they going to win against those things,” said a scared Cat. Ned could only pat her hands to reassure her.

Cersei and Joffrey were silently hoping the bastards get killed.

In the Flames,

They see Ramsey, with an ugly smirked on his lips, “Riders have come to greet us, well, let’s not disappoint.” he said.

Ramsey made a hand signal, and 12 golems advance towards the new riders.

Viserys said nothing, he continued to watch, nothing would stop him from achieving his goal.

In the Dragon Pit,

They all gave the two a wary look, those who believe in the seven were prayer for their children safety.

In the Flames,

They see the 12 riders, pushing their horses to the brink and suddenly they all come to a stop.

“Well, I’ll be, it seems they decided to meet us,” said a smirking Theon.

Gendry, Jon and Robb got off their horses and the others followed.

“We are far enough from the city, so it should be no problem dealing with them.” Robb added.

They all left the horses, tied to some trees and moved to a clearing up ahead, their line formation provided them the best frontage to meet these wonders. Before anyone could speak, the golems appear in the clearing, walking towards them, the ground shook violently at each step they took.

Theon the ever-impatient fool, decided he will wait no longer.

“I’ve had enough of this” ignoring the look of disappointment on Jon and Robb faces.

He claps his hands together and said, “Stone Giant” the earth itself started to surround Theon, and he starts to grow, in the end he gains a stone body of tremendous size.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Gods, he’s half the size of the rock.” A shock Tyrion says, everyone could not help but agree with the Imp.

Asha looks at his little brother with a predator smile on her face, while Balon looked wide eyes at his son for the first time.

In the Flames,

“You all may stay here like cowards, but I will show them the power of the Iron born” he said proudly, his voice booming for all to hear, thanks to his stature. He then began to move and started to sprint towards the 12 golems.

“What a foolish boy” Mya say, dumbstruck at the boy stupidity.

“He thinks he can take on 12 Prime Golems” Bella added, shock at the Greyjoy imbecility.

They all watch as Theon clash with the golems, he punches the one closest to him, which managed to push said golem back, a second golem catches him unaware and launches a Haki powered punch at Theon heads.

The punch’s power manages to shatter Theon stone head, which could have killed him, but luckily, he manages to escape and uses another ability, “Stone Fission: Stone Giant” a second stone giant emerges from the back of the now headless first.

Theon, not one to back down, moves to attack the golem who shattered his first stone giant head, only to be met by a third golem who tackles him, he falls to the ground. At the impact the earth itself trembles, and a great gust of dust spread throughout the plains.

As the dust clears, they could see Theon trying to get the golem off of him, but to no avail as the golem begins to launch a volley of powerful Haki infuse punches at him.

Theon couldn’t believe his eyes, he was losing, this was unacceptable to him, with a roar he tried harder to remove the golem only to be met with more powerful punches.

In the Dragon Pit,

“For all his power, to be so undiscipline.” Said the old lion of casterly rock. He would admit the boy had a powerful magic, but the fool was truly like his father.

Asha and Balon who heard the Lannister glared at him, but deep down they had no choice but to agree.

“As I said, foolish like his father.” The stern lord of dragon stone said. Earning a chuckle from both his brothers.

In the Flames,

Robb, sighed, “you utter fool” he muttered.

Gendry who was silently watching, took a step forward, catching the attention of the others, to everyone’s shock, he began to scream, like a great lion reminding everyone who is king.

“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH” an explosive wave of red Haki surrounded the area and those around him was push back a few feet by the sheer power he was releasing.

In the Dragon Pit,

The Baratheon bastard power started to leak into Westeros once more, as he continues to scream.

Of course, they felt it again, it was more pronounced than before, the woman and children found it hard to breath and the man trying their best to not show they are feeling the side effect of the boy's power. 

“Not again.” Said the lady of Thorns, as she tries to steady herself with her grandsons help. Who himself was barely hanging on.

In the Flames,

At the end of his scream, a huge smoke appears concealing Gendry and his Baratheon sisters. Then suddenly something 100 times the size of Gendry flies out the smoke at a great speed.

“There!” Jon said looking up the sky, to their amazement a full-grown giant, serpentine, yellow-scaled dragon was in the sky, looking down at the golem who continued to beat a struggling Theon.

“S5: Dragon” the beast said in a deep voice.

In the Dragon Pit,

They couldn’t believe their eyes. A dragon, something thought extinct, the reason Aegon conquered Westeros.

The dragon form is colossal, it's around 3,500 feet in length. Its body is covered in yellow, almost gold, scales. It does not have Wings, yet it can fly. Its Claws sharp appendages, perfect for tearing and crushing.

“Gods, a living dragon” Tyrion said.

The children in the dragon pit looked at the majestic being with wonder in their eyes. Something they have only ever read about is right there in front of them, they could not contain their excitement.  

“Did it talk?” asked Tommen.

“you’re right young prince, it spoke.” confirmed the red viper.

“A talking dragon.” Tyrion said, he then turned to his father, who was looking at the dragon, amazed.

Tyrion had a huge grin on his face. For the first time his father, the most powerful man in Westeros, was feeling powerless and it made him happy.

“Where is Cousin Gendry, Bella and Mya?” asked Shireen as she looked at the remaining group.

“You are right my dear niece; it seems my nephew and nieces are missing” Renly said.

“They disappeared as soon as the smoke appeared.” observed Stannis.

“Curious, it looks different from the dragons the Targaryen’s once had.” Garlan Tyrell said out loud.

Cersei was also at awe at the beast, but she remembered the bastard promise, and fear consumed her. She started cursing Robert's name in her head, for siring the bastard.

In the Flames,

The dragon was about to do something, it gathers fire inside its mouth before "breathing" it out into a huge, conical blast toward its target of choice. “S5: Bolo breath” it says, the blast travels rapidly and is extremely powerful.

The blast hit, the golem on top of Theon square in the chest, pushing it off the Greyjoy boy and moving it further from him. The attack began piercing it to the other side. A few second latter the golem explodes in a molten mess, debris flying everywhere. leaving the surrounding terrain blown to bits and scorched,

Theon now back to his human form, gets up and sees the dragon giving him a smug look, earning it a glare and scowl from the iron born.

The dragon turns its attention to a second golem, the one who destroyed the Greyjoy boy, stone giant head. It blows strongly, “S5: Kaifu” he says once again, creating powerful, crescent wind blades that easily cut through said golem into 12 pieces.

In the Dragon Pit,

Everyone was left speechless at the display of power this dragon just demonstrated.

“Not even Balerion the Dread could display such power.” The blackfish said, in awe at what he is seeing.

“Is this the power of a God?” asked an amazed Bran.

 “It tore through them like they were nothing.” said a wide eye Tyrion.

“It seems the Baratheon bastards possessed more power than we thought.” The Queen of Thorns said, even though she was equally scared and amazed at the dragon's power.

“What do you mean?” asked her grandson.

“You’ll see.” She simply said.

In the Flames,

On top of the dragons head two figures jump into the air and they see one of them, who is none other than Mya targeting one of the golems, she put her palm forward and said “Fish Net” a circular net with more than 1000 grid like pattern shot down at the golem, when it hits, it seeps into the golem stony skin, tearing it apart, the golem fell dead into literally, thousands of pieces. Using her powers, she says “Sora no Michi”, she stops herself from falling to her death.  

The second figure who jumped from the dragon head at the same time as mya, is revealed to be Bella, “If you think I’ll let the both of you show me off, you are madder than Aerys” she shouted good naturally at her sibling. Focusing on one of the Golems, she reared her arms back and her hands began to grow at an alarming rate until it was bigger than the Golem she was aiming for. 

“Mochi Fist” she coats her arm with Haki and thrust the gigantic fist forward and it descended upon the poor golem, the force of impact crumples the golem, shattering the land. When the dust settled a great crater appeared where the golem stood.

She smirked and fell on the head of the dragon, the dragon then picked up Mya. The dragon descended from the sky and made its way back to the group.

The two sisters, landed on the ground and the dragon turned into a bright yellow light and began to shrink from a dragon form into a human one. As the human form stood, the yellow light luminosity was reduced until it was gone and there stood the God of Destruction himself grinning at the stunned look of his companions.

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In the Dragon Pit,

“So, Gendry can turn into a dragon.” Stannis said, his nephew continues to surprise him.

“It seems so” Jon Arryn answered. If Gendry makes it back to their realm, the Lannister will have no choice but to accept the findings of their investigation. 

“That’s my boy!” Robert cheered, Cersei and Joffrey glaring at the bastard.

Every praise the king gave his bastard son worried Tywin, Robert is known for his impulsiveness, he will not have his grandson usurp, he vowed.

“Cousin Mya and Bellas powers are interesting; don’t you think father.” Shireen ask the lord of Dragon Stone.

“Indeed, they are, daughter.” He answered back.

“Using literal Strings in such a way, is truly terrifying.” Jamie said, still at awe at the kings' bastards' powers.

“Indeed brother.” Answered Tyrion.

Garlan turns to his grandmother, “You knew?” he asks.

“It wasn’t that hard to figure out.” She tells him.

In the Flames,

“Hope you don’t disappoint, like the Greyjoy, Stark.” Gendry told Jon, with a smirk.

Jon unsheathed his sword and responded. “You are not the only one who was trained by master Arol” he smiled at the shock look on Gendry’s face.

“Flame wing” two fiery orange wings are sprout from Jons back. He then charges forward at great speed, and to everyone’s surprise he flew towards the Golem on his right.

In the Dragon Pit,

“He grew wings!!!” said an excited Arya.

“he’s flying!!!!” Bran said not far behind his sister.

“Hahaha” the king laughs, ‘That boy sure is one cocky bastard,’ he thinks.

In the Flames,

The Golem, seeing Jon flying towards it, threw a powerful punch at him. Jon evaded it, the punch hit the ground and created a small crater, slightly shaking the ground. Jon flew straight to the golem neck and with a powerful spin he imbued his sword with Haki, black lightning bolts emanating from his sword. A wolf made out of Haki appeared surrounding him and quickly disappeared.

“Kamusari”, Jon said, this Conqueror’s Haki-infused slash attack violently took the Golem head from his body as Jon unleashed the powerful blast.

The head floated in the air for a few seconds before the mighty golem body fell down followed by his head.

Jon turns his attention to another golem, he extends his arm, opens his palm and turns his hand up right. He then condenses his Haki, fusing it with his devil fruit, in his palm, “Fire Spark”. He speaks.

He launches a red blast towards the golem that proceeds to detonate in a massive explosion, once it made contact. The sheer power of the attack obliterates the Golems upper body, leaving only its lower body standing.

Jon was still in the air, turned, look down and gave a shock and grinning Gendry, a predatory smile.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Gods, our bastards are in a league of their own, huh Ned.” Boasted Robert.

“Indeed, your grace.” Eddard responded, still amazed at his son's skill.

“Only 6 golems left.” Edmure said.

In the Flames,

Ramsey is seen with an ugly frown on his face, “useless creatures” he waves his hand, and the remaining 6 golems charge at the other Westeros natives.

Robb removed his great sword that is strap to his shoulder, “I suppose we should all show off now and then” he said with a smile.

The golem threw its fist in an attempt to punch Robb, Robb quickly place his palm on the ground and said, “Tsurara” a sword like pillar of ice launch forward and impales the golem, sending it high upward into the sky, its lifeless body dangling there. Robb then, entered said pillar from the launching point and appeared at the tip.  

He scans the area and saw a second golem trying to attack, Daenerys who drew her two swords, ready to face the wonder. He jumps down and stab it in the chest, the wonder scream in pain, “Freeze” he said. Within seconds, Ice starts to consume the golem body.

Once the Golem body turn to ice, he twisted his sword counterclockwise and said “Shatter” the now frozen body of the golem, shattered into a million ice pieces before it hits the ground. Making it rain snowflakes on the battlefield.

Robb landed on his feet and looked at the Targaryen princess.

“Thank you, Lord Stark.” Daenerys says with a smile.

“You're welcome, we are comrades after all.” He responded with a smile.

The young wolf planted his great sword into the ground and turn with a serious expression looking toward the two leaders of the golems, as the snow fall around him.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Pretty” sansa said, looking at the falling snowflakes, her mother agreeing with her.

“Wow” Arya. Bran, Lyanna, Shireen, Myrcella and Tommen said together when they saw the golem shatters into a million pieces, getting small chuckles from the adults.

“His fighting style reminds me of Brandon.” The blackfish tells Eddard, who couldn’t help but agree.

Robert was about to say something, when Jon Arryn stopped him, “She will not die easily Robert, its best we follow Stannis plan.” Robert said nothing but continued to glare at the dragon spawn.

In the Flames,

A golem stood Infront of the desert brothers, Quintyn knew his brother would not make the first move, take the initiative instead.

Purple poison starts to surround him, and form into a beast with 5 snakelike heads, “Hydra!!!” he says.

The golem reared his fist and thrusts it forward. Quintyn raised his left hand and one of the Hydras head open its mouth, “Acid Beam!” he says.

The Hydra mouth shoots a purple energy that collides with the golem fist.

The two attacks clash until Quintyn’s began to corrode the Golem fist disintegrating all matter it comes into contact with. The beam then hits the golem in the chest burning a hole through it killing, the wonder instantly.

Quentyn turned and looked at his brother, as the hydra recede around him, “This journey we are about to take is not for a pacifist like yourself little brother.” He told him.

In the Dragon Pit,

The Martell’s were impressed by their family member's power.

“Do we have a poison like this here, my love?” Ellaria asks.

“No” Oberyn answers his paramour, very interested in the poison himself.

The others who heard his answer let out a sigh of relief, because having this poison in the red viper's arsenal would be catastrophic.

In the Flames,

The Twins Roses, decided to show off their teamwork, lucky for them two golem volunteers.

“Forbidden Hate Forests” Loras says as he transforms, he generates wood from his arms, plants them into the ground, and manipulates the roots rising from the surface to shape into a giant wooden golem that covers his original body.

Loras thrusts his wooden hands into the earth and in a deep voice, said, “Jubaku Eisō” suddenly he summoned a tree around the two Golem binding them.

The golems instantly start to struggle and Loras not able to fully keep them in place start to have a hard time. He turns to his sister, “Marge finishes them now!!!” he urgently tells her.

Margaery stars glowing a bright yellow and launched herself high into the sky, she says, “Yasakani no Magatama”, she crosses her arms in front of her and uses both hands to fire a torrent of deadly light particles, causing extreme damage when they hit the Golems. The attack reduces the Golems, the two trees binding them and the surrounding area to nothingness.

She landed on her feet with a smug smile at the destruction she caused. She looked at her brother who had now returned to his human form, “You need to practice more.” she told her brother.

Loras scowled at her, “these weren’t the ogres from earlier, they are prime Golem. It takes a lot to bind them.” Margaery just shook her head, and they saw the leading golem walking towards them.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Still can’t believe she can control light.” Said Garlan to his grandmother.

Mace was smiling ear to ear; his house would not be in the shadow of the other great houses.

In the Flames,

With all the Golems dead, the leading Golem became a hallow shell, dead from the energy output it tried to absorb from all its fallen brethren’s.

Ramsey was very upset; this was supposed to be a blood bath. All his Golems are gone, he will make all of them pay. He looks and see his first target, the so-called future lord of the dread fort, Domeric Bolton.

He Jump off the now hollow Leading Golem shoulder and surge forward, toward his ‘Brother’. Domeric sensing the danger, unsheathed his sword, hardened it with Haki, ready to meet the stranger that commanded the Golems.

Ramsey arms turn into blades as he violently locks with Domeric sword, “Hello Brother” he spat with a sneer. Domeric eyes slightly widen at what the stranger said.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Bolton vs Bolton, who will win.” Tyrion wondered.

Roose looked on, without a hint of emotion.

In the Flames,  

While on the other side of the battlefield, Viserys, having found the cause for his family trouble, jumped off the dead Golem shoulder and landed right in front of them.

The Baratheon’s did not look bothered as Viserys stood Infront of them, with so much hate in his eyes.

In the Dragon Pit,

“This is where you die, filthy dragon spawn.” Said the king, waiting to see his son, cave in the fool's chest with his Warhammer. Like he did to that rapist Rhaegar on the Trident.

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In the Dragon Pit,

“So, this one can turn his arms into swords?” ask Edmure.

“Blades by the look of it.” Answered the Blackfish.

“Not a bad ‘devil fruit’ to have.” Oberyn said.

“I pray your son, win against this vile bastard, Roose” Rickard told the lord of the dread fort.

“I thank you for your kind words, lord Karstark.” Roose answered.

In the Flames,

“Brother?” said a confused Domeric.

“Yes, brother. The one who will be the next king in the north” he sneered.

Domeric still confused, pushes him back a few feet breaking their blade lock.

“So, you're my father’s bastard” he asks.

This seemed to anger Ramsey, “I am the only true Bolton here.” He screamed.

“How? You are not a true born son. How can you be a king in the north when you won’t even be Lord of the Dread fort.” He asks his bastard brother.

In the Dragon Pit,

“He is delusional, if he thinks the lords of the north will bend the knee to him.” Maege said with a scoff.

“We have alliances with the Vale, Riverlands, Stormlands and Crownlands. He is a fool if he thinks he can conquer the north.” Lyra stated.

In the Flames,

Ramsey, not liking his ‘Brothers’ words, turns both his arms into blades again and positions himself in an attack stance, while Domeric takes a defensive one. Their fight is about to begin.

Ramsey rushes forward slashing his brother frantically, while Domeric is calm and deflecting his slashes with accurate precision.

Domeric tries to get some distance between them, when Ramsey barrel towards him.

“Don’t run away from me, Dear Brother.” He says sadistically.

This causes them to lock blades for a couple of seconds before Domeric pushes him back.

“I expected more.” Ramsey says as he recovered from his brothers push, he retracts his arm blade.

 “Razor Claw” he says as he turns the undersides of his fingers into blades.

“Ready to die, Brother” he sneered.

Domeric once again positions himself in a defensive stance, waiting.

In the Dragon Pit,

“He can also turn his fingers into blades?” Edmure asks no one in particular.

“Seems like it.” The blackfish regardless answered his nephew.

In the Flames,

Ramsey charges forward once again and this time he is putting pressure on Domeric.

Dom manages to block each claw like strikes from his bastard brother, then Ramsey smiles cruelly to Domeric surprise, he sends a Flying Slash Attacks towards him, Domeric barely evades it. The four slash marks explode upon contact with the ground.

Ramsey flex his fingers and begins to send Slash attacks one after the other as Domeric quickly dodges them, the battlefield became a field of explosion.

“I thought I told you don’t run from me.” He said laughing like maniac, as his brother dodges his attack.

In the Dragon Pit,

“How did he do that?” Arya asked her father.

“I don’t know sweetheart.” He answered, now worried for Bolton heir.

Many were equally shocked, Roose Bolton kept his face of indifference but inside, he did not want that rabid dog as an heir. He knew the northern lords would rise against his house.

In the Flames,

Ramsey feigned a slash and charged at Domeric, “Buzz Saws!!!” he screamed, he creates circular blades along his forearms before making them spin, turning his forearms into mini-tiller blades that shred anything they touch.

That attack hit Domeric square in the chest; he screams in pain, with blood pouring from his mouth and chest.

The force of the attack sends Domeric reeling back a few feet. He falls to his knees, vision blurry, spitting out blood and touching his wound, disappointed in himself.

He looks up and sees a gloating Ramsey.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Damn, I’m sorry about your boy, Roose.” Lord Karstark comments to him, anticipating Domeric's potential death.

"It is not over yet." He whispers, but the northern party heard him. They all turn back to the flames.

In the Flames,

“You were never a true Bolton.” He sneered as he licks the blood from his hands.

“You have no idea, what a true Bolton is capable of.” Domeric says with a menacing tone.

He managed to stand and raised his sword into the air. His aura surrounded him, while Gendry’s was a fiery red and Domeric’s was grey. The winds intensified, pushing Ramsey back.

“What?” Ramsey says shocked that his brother still had that much power hidden.

“Savant” he shouts, and a ball of fire appears on his left shoulder.

“Yes, master” the ball of fire says.

“Saline” he shouts once more. a cloud appears on his right shoulder.

“Yes, Master” the cloud voice was feminine.

“Souvi” he finishes, a bigger darker cloud appears underneath him. Which now made it look like he was riding the cloud as they levitated into the air.

“Yes, Master” the sinister cloud said.

He looks down at his ‘Brother’, “I was taking it easy on you, because of the blood we share, but NO MORE!!!” he seethes.

Ramsey stood there, waiting to move but his body was not obeying him.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Gods, what are they?” ask a shock Tyrion.

Roose Bolton had a look of shock on his face. He thought his bastard ability was what his house needed, but seeing his heir, he has never been more shocked in his life.  

“It seems Lord Domeric is full of surprises” answered a shock Renly.

“He can make Fire, Lighting and Cloud talk?” Bran asks his father.

“It’s more like, he gave them life, young bran.” Oberyn commented, since he saw Lord Stark was to stun to speak.

Tywin looked at the Bolton heir, he found a way to keep the Stark in line, he will have to talk to lord Bolton after this is over.

In the Flames,

“This is the end, Brother.” Domeric said darkly atop his flying dark cloud.

He grabs Saline, then rears his hand back, as powerful lighting gathers around it.

“Seismic Thunder” he screams as he shoots a large horizontal lightning bolt at a now terrified Ramsey. The lighting hits him and creates a massive explosion on impact, causing tremendous destruction to the whole area.

Ramseys screams of agony faded as his body is literally disintegrated from existence. What many did not see was the fruit that appeared and shot up, heading towards the city of Andrel.

Domeric look at where his bastard brother once stood, “a shame.” He simply says as his summons disappear, he looks at his wound with a frown and makes his way towards his companions.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Amazing” that was the only word that was said in the whole dragon pit, and it was Jamie who spoke it.

In the Flames,

Daenerys saw her brother jump toward the Baratheon; she decided that there is too much at risk in this realm for them to hold petty grudges. She unsheathes Dark sister and dashes towards her brother who was making his move.

She holds the Dark sister horizontally above the shoulder of her sword arm, “Sanjuroku Pound Ho” she said. She then performs a circular swing that launches the air compressed projectile spiraling towards her brother.

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In the Flames,

Viserys looked at the usurper's spawns Infront of him, he took a step towards them, only to be met with a sword attack that he narrowly evades.

To his surprise there stood his little sister, Dark sister in hand, defying him.   

“So, you betrayed our house to help the spawn of the usurper.” Viserys asked his little sister who had drawn their ancestral sword against him.

“You’re working with for the dragon king?” Dany ask her brother.

“Of course I am” Viserys answered.

“Why?” Dany demanded an answer.

“Why? You ask that of me” Scoff Viserys.

“He promised to help me reclaim my family seat.” He answered.

“And you believe him?” Dany was shock at how gullible his brother is.

“Of course, he gave me this fruit and the training to use it, and all I have to do is kill those who stands against him” Viserys stated.

“You have a choice now little sister, either you're with me or you are my enemy.” He finishes.

Danny looked shock at her brothers' words, the Baratheon’s stood there watching the interaction with interest.

“Please Vis, don’t make me kill you.” She begged him, in a final plea.

Viserys grew red at her words, “You think you can kill me” he sneered.

To his shock, Daenerys drew Blackfyre and resign herself to the fact that she will be made a kin slayer this day.

In the Dragon Pit,

“She doesn’t want to kill him” Renly realized.

“No one is more cursed by the gods than a kin slayer brother.” The lord of Dragonstone said.

Robert was glad, let the Dragon spawns kill each other.

In the Flames,

Mya looked at Daenerys, and she could tell she did not want to fight her brother.

“Gen” she said, catching his attention.

“Kill him.” She commanded, not looking at her brother.

Gendry nodded and picked up his Warhammer that he had planted on the ground, he begins to walk towards the Targaryen sibling catching their attention.  

Viserys visage turned into a sneer as he sees the Baratheon bastard coming to face him. Daenerys look relieved and puzzled by this turn of events.

Gendry decided to have some fun, as he makes his way toward the fallen Targaryen, he starts to release some of his Haki with each step he takes. Black lighting appears from him releasing his conquerors Haki, they start to affect not only Viserys but the whole area, as it starts to surround him, crackling violently with each step. The boy keeps living up to his monicker, “The God of Destruction”

Jon looks down from the sky at Gendry impressed by what he his seeing.

Robb looked stunned at the amount of Haki; the son of the Demon of the Trident was releasing.

Domeric for the Third time since meeting them had a look of surprise on his face, feeling the power of the ‘God of Destruction’.

The whole Westeros natives were in awe at the power, the bastard of House Baratheon possess.

In the Dragon Pit,

Gendry’s Haki was leaking into Westeros again, but this time, it was more violent than before.

“We really need to find a way to stop this from happening.” The Queen of Thorns told the red priestess shaken by the boy's power.

Said red priestess nodded in agreement as she tries to control her breathing before Gendry’s power overwhelm her.

In the Flames,

Viserys unsheathe his sword, Harden it with Haki, “I will take what is mine with fire and blood” with that said he charge forward, ready to take his first step into reclaiming his family’s legacy.

Gendry looked at the last male of house Targaryen charging toward him. A wide Grin spread across his face. He raised his hammer high, preparing to swing it at full force.

He then shouted at Viserys, “Don’t disappoint me, DRAGONSPAWN!!!!” He met Viserys head on, releasing more of his power than ever before. Viserys sword and Gendry hammer meet each other at full force.

The Haki clash was intense, violent winds pushed everything back, but Gendry ultimately overpowered Viserys, sending him flying back.

Viserys hit the ground violently, his vision became blurry as he struggled to stand back up. When he finally stood on shaky legs, his gaze at Gendry could have melted steel.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Kill the filthy Dragon spawn my son!!!” Robert cheered loudly, this of course earned the king a few disappointed looks, looks he did not care about.

“He will lose.” Stannis stated with certainty.

Cersei and Joffrey, both hoping Viserys would kill the bastards, looked angry.

In the Flames,

He raised his left hand and snap his fingers, “TNT” he sneered.

A spark appeared, followed by a huge explosion at Gendry's location.

Smoke filled the area. The Baratheon sisters appeared concerned, and Daenerys looked shocked at her brother's display of power.

Just then in a blink of an eye something flew out of the smoke, and there is Gendry smiling down at Viserys as his hammer comes crashing down.

Viserys narrowly avoided the impending strike, yet the force with which Gendry executed the downward swing caused the ground to tremble, resulting in spider web-like cracks spreading across the surface .

In the Dragon Pit,

“Yes!!!” Robert screamed, happy that his boy survived.

“Seems, your son is more resilient than I gave him credit for.” Stannis told his brother.

“The fact that Gendry survived an explosion that would kill most man, is truly a testament of his strength.” Renly told Robert, who grinned at him.

Cersei and Joffrey saw him as a threat and were not amused, at Viserys inability to kill him.

In the Flame,

Gendry picks up his hammer and look at Viserys, “Anymore tricks?” he mocked.

Viserys did not answer, he just kept glaring at him.

“No, fine, MY TURN!!!” Gendry surrounds the blunt head of his Warhammer with what appears to be a white bubble.

“S1:Rasetsu” he swings his weapon, cracking the air with his hammer and launching a devastating attack at the dragon prince.

The force of the attack was so intense that it caused significant damage to the entire area, transforming the spider-like cracks from his earlier actions, turning them into huge gaping cliffs. Gendry changes the terrain from a peaceful plain to an area with multiple cliffs.

In the Dragon Pit,

“This is just ridiculous.” Tyrion exclaimed.

“Once again, I will have to agree with you lord Tyrion.” The Blackfish manage to say.

many in the dragon pit had one thought. ‘Just how truly powerful was the king bastard son?’

Robert was like a giddy child, grinning like a mad man at his son’s action.

“This should have been my heir.” He said to no one in particular, but all heard him. The Lannister did not like the kings' words at all.

Jon Arryn and Stannis shared a worried look between them, they know how impulsive Robert can be. They hope he does not do anything to mess up their plans.

In the Flames,

Viserys, who had fallen off one of the cliffs, managed to pull himself up. Upon observing his surroundings, the shock on his face was evident.

Mya just sighed, “and they say he’s the calm one.”

Bella had a wide grin on her face, while Daenerys saw the young Baratheon man in a new light.

Gendry look at the scared Dragon prince, “now, there’s the look I’ve been waiting to see.”

Viserys quickly stood, “You dare!!!” he sneered and the grinning bastard.

He sheaths his sword, raised both his hand and clap, “C4” he said.

The explosion that followed shook the very earth, destroying much of the cliff Gendry created and turning them into vast valleys. The shockwave from the blast violently moved the Baratheon sisters and Daenerys back several meters.

Viserys dropped to his knees, panting heavily. He had never used that technique before. 'I need more training,' he thought.

When he looked up, Gendry was nowhere to be seen. He smiled and prepared to make his next move.

In the Dragon Pit,

“NO!!!” Robert screams, startling many in the dragon pit, anger written all over his face.

Cersei and Joffrey both had a pleased expression on their faces, the threat was gone.

“FILTHY, INBREED, DRAGONSPAWN” Robert continued to scream at the screen, only for Stannis to stop him.

“Gendry will survive this.” He said loud and clear.

“What!!!” Cersei screamed at her ‘Good brother’

His words naturally drew the attention of everyone in the Pit, "He is called the God of Destruction. An attack of this level may affect mortals like us, but to a god, it is insignificant." He finishes.

Everyone was skeptical at the lord of Dragonstone words, Joffrey was hoping he was wrong while Robert was hoping he was right.

In the Flames,

After using his most powerful technique, Viserys believed he had successfully defeated the usurper's son. He was out of breath, and his vision was blurry. He cursed himself for not being able to deal with the bastard faster.

As he limped towards the two remaining children of the usurper, he paused. The air became thick, too thick for him to breathe.

He could feel a presence behind him, he slowly turns his head and there in a burned armor, was none other than the usurpers son. His blue eyes were now raging like thunder in a violent storm. Viserys wanted to move, to act, but as he looked into the bastard eyes, fear overwhelmed him as his body would not respond to his commands.

In the Dragon Pit

“Stannis you were right.” Robert told his brother, seeing him in a new light.

Cersei muttered quietly, Joffrey was visibly angry, and the other individuals in the dragon pit were taken aback. Surviving such an explosion demonstrated that the boy possessed formidable resilience.

Oberyn could only gaze into the boy's eyes, as the intensity of his anger exceeded what would be expected from an average individual. ‘This must’ve been what Rhaegar felt at the trident.’ he thought.

In the Flames,

Gendry pulled his hand back, formed a fist, and the glowing bubble surrounded it. He then thrust his fist forward, striking Viserys on the jaw and fracturing the Targaryen prince's jawbone. The fist stayed connected as Viserys hit the ground, Gendry started exerting more power, pushing him into the ground.

The wind that the punch created continue to expand and grow more violent as Gendry tries to fuse Viserys and the ground into one being.

Gendry eyes are murderous, as he put more pressure into his punch, Viserys eyes pop out their socket, he was under too much pain to even scream.

Then a crack his heard, Viserys skull shatters, the last son of House Targaryen is no more.

The violent winds cease, and Gendry look where the dragon prince head use to be now a bloody mess of brains and fragments of skulls, then out of nowhere a fruit appears and shot up towards Andrel.

Gendry looks surprise but turn and walks towards his sisters, “Its done.” He tells Mya, who nodded.

He turned his gaze to Daenerys and observed tears in her eyes. "My condolences, Princess," he said sincerely.

Never breaking eye contact where her brother's lifeless corpse was, she responded, “He made his choice.”

In the Dragon Pit,

“YES!!!” Robert screamed, “We shall have a feast when this is over, in honor of my son’s victory against the dragon spawn” he continued.

Jon Arryn smiled and nodded at the king, agreeing with him.

In the Flames,

They all meet where they had left the horses.

“Damn handsome, you, okay?” Bella asked Domeric, looking pointedly at his wounded chest. He nodded in response and got back on his horse.

The flames zoom out at the westerosi natives made their way back to the city of Andrel, giving everyone in the dragon pit a bird's eye view.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Jon” the king says, still feeling the high of his son’s victory, he managed to catch the attention of not only his hand but of the entire dragon pit.

“Fetch a piece parchment and Write this down” Jon Arryn signals a guard who went and did as the king commanded.

“Your grace?” the old falcon said, once the guard handed him a quill and the piece of parchment.

“I, Robert of House Baratheon, first of his name, King of the Andels and the Rhonyar and the First Men” Orlena eyes slightly widen, while Tywin silently seethed at what the king is about to do.

“Lord of the seven kingdoms, Protector of the realm” now the other started catching on, shock written on their faces, while Stannis though his face remained stern, you could see the approval in his eyes.

“Hereby legitimize Gendry Warters, Bella rivers and Mya Stone. As Mya Baratheon, Bella Baratheon and Gendry Baratheon” he said, Cersei would not have it, she abruptly stood and screamed, “How dare you, I will not have it!!!” Robert paid her no Mind and continued speaking, humiliating her in the process.

“He will from now on be given the title, Lord of Storm End and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands.” Renly eyes widen and his face contorted into anger. “What!!!” he screamed at his kingly elder brother.

Robert looks at his little brother and glared at him. “You’ve yet to marry, the Stormlands have not Improve one bit under your leadership. All you do is prance around as if you are the king. My son will take over once he arrives and that, is, final.” Renly could not say anything under his brothers' cold eyes. He sat down in silence pissed at Robert and now his ‘Nephew’.

Robert turns to his still standing wife, “You, sit down and stop embarrassing yourself further, or I will have you escorted to your chamber and make sure you stay there.” His tone showed Cersei that he was serious, after looking at her father for help, she saw he was not saying anything only staring at the king. She sat down and glared daggers at the bastards.

The dragon pit could not believe what the king did, he removed his brother from power in favor of his legitimized bastard son. The way things are looking it won’t be long before the succession changes as well.

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In the Flames,

They return to Andrel after defeating the treat that was the Golems and their two handlers. They see that Master Arol took the shield down, once they made it past the gates, the people welcomed them with cheers, and a feast was thrown in their honor, ‘The Heroes of Andrel’ they were being called.

             The Following morning,

While they were breaking their fast, Tyr ran inside the Inn, “Master!!” he screamed.

Gendry turn to his student, “Tyr, why are you so excited this early?”

Tyr, quickly tried to regulate his breathing, “Master, look.” He said as he placed several sheets of parchment on the table.

"Are those," Mya started to ask.

“Bounties?” Bella finished for her sister.

Tyr shook his head, affirming Bella's words. "They started falling from the sky; it is happening all over the city."

They picked up the parchments and saw themselves, “So he plans to turn the people against us, pathetic.” Master Arol says, while looking at his own bounty, with a hint of amusement.

Name: N/A

Allias: Arol the Wise

Weapon: Staff of Creation

Devil Fruit: N/A

Bounty: 1 million Arish

Name: Gendry Waters

Allias: God of Destruction

Weapon: The Great Warhammer, Storm Breaker

Devil Fruits: Jack-Jack Fruit

Bounty: 600,000 Arish

Name: Mya Stone

Allias: Hawke Eye

Weapon: Haki imbued Bow and Arrows

Devil Fruit: String-String Fruit

Bounty: 470,000 Arish

Name: Bella Rivers

Allias: Lady D., The Laughing Demon

Weapon: Haki imbued Staff

Devil Fruit: Mochi-Mochi Fruit

Bounty: 470,000 Arish

Name: Robb Stark

Allias: The Young Wolf

Weapon: Great Sword, 5 Dire wolves

Devil Fruit: Ice-Ice Fruit

Bounty: 570,000 Arish

Name: Jon Stark

Allias: The White Wolf

Weapon: Sword, White Dire Wolf

Devil Fruit: Flame-Flame Fuit

Bounty: 590,000 Arish

Name: Domeric Bolton

Allias: The Reaver

Weapon: Sword, The Black Blade

Devil Fruit: Soul-Soul Fruit

Bounty: 520.000 Arish

Name: Theon Greyjoy

Allias: The Kraken

Weapon: Trident

Devil Fruit: Stone-Stone Fruit

Bounty: 300,000 Arish

Name: Trystane Martell

Allias: The Desert Brothers

Weapon: Great Scythe

Devil Fruit: Sand-Sand Fruit

Bounty: 350,000 Arish

Name: Quentyn Martell

Allias: The Desert Brothers

Weapon: Great Scythe

Devil Fruit: Venom-Venom Fruit

Bounty: 370,000 Arish

Name: Daenerys Targaryen

Allias: The Diamond Princess

Weapon: Twin Blades, Blackfyre, Dark Sister

Devil Fruit: Twinkle-Twinkle Fruit

Bounty: 480,000 Arish

Name: Margaery Tyrell

Allias: The Twin Roses

Weapon: Spear

Devil Fruit: Glint-Glint Fruit

Bounty: 450,000 Arish

Name: Loras Tyrell

Allias: The Twin Roses

Weapon: Spear

Devil Fruit: Wood-Wood Fruit

Bounty: 400,000 Arish

In the Dragon Pit,

They all are shocked at the amount of gold this dragon king is willing to pay for the death of their children.

“Ha!!!” the king exclaimed, “My sons bounty is the biggest.” He announced proudly.

“Well, to be honest, master Arol bounty is the biggest.” Stannis said to his brother, earning a grunt for Robert.

“So, that’s the name of their ‘devil fruits’, truly fascinating.” Tyrion said, at awe of such magic, as that was the only thing that really interested him.

Cersei was hoping someone goes after the bastards for the bounty.

“Dad, look at what names they gave Robb and Jon,” Arya pointed out to her father.

“The young wolf and The white wolf.” Ned muttered to himself.

“Twin Roses.” Said a smiling Mace Tyrell, even Orlena looked a little pleased at her grandchildren bounty.

The others looked at the bounties with respect, to have this dragon king spend so much gold to have you killed, these children have done more than all of Westeros heroes combine.

In the Flames,

“This reek of desperation.” A bandaged domeric says.

“it’s all part of warfare, young Bolton” Arol responded.

“Are you saying the Dragon King has declared war against us?” Samwell asks, fear apparent In his voice.

“Yes” Arol simply responded, with Jon and Gendry both having a serious look on their faces, at their masters response.

“He will throw everything at us, from this point on, until we kill him. He will unleash all of his minions against us.” Arol continued.

“I’m more upset I didn’t get a bounty.” Grumbled the one called Tormund Giantsbane.

“I’m happy, his eyes are not one us.” Whispered Samwell Tarly. Earning a laugh from the table.

In the Dragon Pit,

“How did this dragon king know so much about them?” Renly wondered.

“My guess, he has spies everywhere.” Tyrion answered.

“what have they gotten themselves into.” Eddard whispers, now truly afraid for his two boys.

Everyone else, were having the same thought, hoping they all make it out of this mess.

In the Flames,

They finish eating and since today was a day to relax, the girls decided to go to an indoor pool, to get to know each other better. While the boys went their separate ways. Some to practice, while others went shopping.

                Andrel Indoor Pool

The steam in the pool hid the sight of the girls naked form. they all got in the pool, feeling its healing water free their bodies from tension.

In the Dragon Pit,

This causes many of the boys to blush at the sight.

“What is this?!!!” Screamed Mace Tyrell, seeing is daughter paraded around like some common whore.

“Calm yourself, you oaf.” Orlena chastised her son; you could barely make out Margaery’s naked form.

In the Flames,

“So, have you two figured out how to get with Gendry?” Val bluntly ask Daenerys and Margaery, who looked stunned at her frankness.

“Gendry?” Bella asked, puzzled on why her little brother was the topic of discussion.

“Are you not aware?” Val asks her.

“Aware of what?” Mya wonders still confused.

Ygritte laughs and then points at Margaery and Daenerys “These two want to jump your brothers' bones.” She continued laughing, Val joining her.

Daenerys and Margaery faces turned crimson with embarrassment, Mya gave them both a suspicious look.

In the Dragon Pit,

Robert had a wide grin on his face. “Not many can resist our Baratheon charm.” He said proudly, earning a glare from the queen and if not for Orlena, he would have heard some choice of words from Mace Tyrell.

In the Flames,

“Can we stop talking about how hot, my little brother is?” Bella says, getting uncomfortable at the way these girls are fawning over him.

she turns to Daenerys, “How did you manage to get your ancestral swords”

“I found a weapon smith, who apparently still know smith magic of old, I paid him 100 Arish and with a bit of blood he managed to summon the swords here” she answered, glade they were not discussing the handsome young Baratheon.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Smith magic of Old?” Tyrion says, it then clicks in his mind, he turns to his father, “if only we had such here, finding Bright Roar would have been easy.”

Tywin said nothing but only because he was thinking the same thing.

In the Flames,

                    Andrel Main Forge,

Gendry was in a forge, with Tyr standing guard at its entrance,

Clank, clank, clank, was all everyone heard, until Gendry was revealed, he was shirtless, his chisel muscle, broad chest and strong arms was bare for all to see, as he brought his hammer down time after time. His sweat from the heat made his body sparkle in the dim light of the forge.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Damn” whistle the Princess Arianne Martell, her cousins agreeing with her assessment.

This of course cause many to look at her, “What, we are all thinking it.” She defended herself.

It was true, every single female in the dragon pit face went crimson at the sight of the bastard body.

“your grace!!” the she-bear, Maege called to the king.

Robert looks at her, and saw her smile, “How about a betrothal?” this of course causes Lyra Mormont to blush even more.

Robert looked at the girl next to Maege and chuckled at her embarrassment, “we will see, she-bear.” He answered, they both started laughing.

In the Flames,

Gendry walked outside after finishing; he now had a shirt on, he sees Tyr doing standard push up. He smiles and call out to his apprentice, “Tyr”

“999, 1000” The young boy says, he gets up and answers, “Master, are you done?”

“Yes, you’ve improved,” he says, looking at the boy, expose arm, which now had more muscle for a boy his age.

Gendry handed him an item wrap in cloths, “a gift” he said.

The boy eyes sparkles, “For me?” he asks, as he takes the wrap item.

Gendry nod and he unwrapped it, to his shock, Gendry forged two steel gloves for him.

The gloves were made of pure Aeonium, the strongest metal in Dakour, a metal able to amplify ones Haki, yet hard to forge or find.

“Thank you master” the boy says sincerely as he barrels himself into Gendry with a hug.

Gendry though at first surprise, hug him back, “Your welcome.”

Tyr places the gloves on, harden them with Haki and punch the air multiple time, testing them. He suddenly stops and ask his master, “did you only make the gloves?”

Gendry chucked, “No, I also made this.” He took out the Warhammer that was behind him,

“Wow, what is its name?” Tyr says, looking at the mighty weapon.

“Despair” Gendry answers with a smile.

 In the Dragon Pit,

“Wow” was repeated in the pit, as they see the monster weapon dubbed Despair.

The hammer possesses two heavy Aeonium steel Head, adorned with engravings and symbols of House Baratheon, the hammers handle is made of sturdy metal, wrapped in leather straps for a secure grip.

“First Stormbreaker, now Despair.” Robert grins, “I will have him forge me one, when he returns.”

“At the state you’re in, you will have to get back In shape.” Stannis told him.

Many expected the king to take offense to his brothers words, but Robert laughs it off, “You are right Stannis.” He agrees surprising even Stannis.

Robert turns to Barristan, “Barristan” he called to the knight.

Barristan turn to look at the king and bowed, “Your grace.”

“When this is over, I will start training with you.” He proclaimed, this surprise everyone in the pit.

Barristan finally found his voice, “Very well, your grace.”

In the Flames,

“It’s getting late, we should go back, I need a shower and so do you.” Gendry says look at the sweat and dirty shirt of his apprentice. Said apprentice made a face that causes Gendry to laugh, and they walk back to the Inn.

                         The Following Morning

They were all breaking their fast, “We will be leaving Andrel this afternoon, make sure you have all that you will need.” Arol states, capturing the attention of everyone present.

“The fortified City of Krall will be our next destination” he continued.

“The last City of the Great Kingdom of Kmet” Samwell says, Arol looks at the portly young men and smile.

“That is correct, young Tarly, you know your history well.” He praises him, Samwell had a slight blush, embarrassed at the praise, being giving to him by a member of the Mage Council.

In the Dragon Pit,

Lady Tarly felt good at the praise her bookish son was getting, she looks at her lord husband and sighed, ‘If only he could see the potential in her little Samwell.’ She thought with great sadness.

In the Flames,

                Afternoon,

They leave Andrel behind and make way for the fortified city of Krall, the capital of the former kingdom of Kmet. The last kingdom to fall during the war against the Dragon king and the only remaining city of said kingdom.

“Will King Linsk, welcome us?” Robb ask, master Arol.

Arol sigh, “It will be difficult to guess, the Council and Kmet are not on the best of terms.” Robb nodded and continues to ride towards the city.

The flames zoom out and travel west of them, it stops at the sight of a Horde, 100,000 dragon spawns strong.

A figure appears, but they can only see his back, “Soon, we will have our vengeance brother.” The figure says, his hand grips the pommel of the sword at his waist tightly, looking at the horde marching to war.

Chapter Text

• Arol the wise -15
• Gendry – 10
• Jon – 10
• Robb – 9.7
• Domeric – 9.2
• Daenerys – 8.8
• Mya – 8.7
• Bella – 8.7
• Margaery – 8.5
• Loras – 8
• Quentyn – 7.8
• Tristane – 7.6
• Theon – 7

There you have it, next I will show who possesses which Haki ability. Theon is the weakest because screw him, Gendry and Jon are equals, though they each have ability the other do not have.

Chapter Text

In the Dragon Pit,

“How many of them are there?” Tyrion asked no one in particular, shocked at the number of abominations in the flames.

“Too many.” Jaime responded, just as shock as his brother.

The rest of them were silent, trying to comprehend how many of those abominations this dragon king has in his possession.

In the Flames,

            3 days later,

The Westeros adventurers were riding towards the fortified city, half hour away from their position.

“Master.” Gendry approached Arol.

“Yes, lad.” He answered.

“I will ride towards the forest, there is a clearing there. I plan to train Tyr; we will meet you in the city afterwards.” He quickly clarifies.

Arol thought about it and before long he agreed, “Very well, don’t cause any trouble.” He said with a smirk.

Gendry smiled at the old man and rode to his sisters to tell them of his decision. They both gave their blessings, Mya giving Gendry a seal sword, which he reluctantly took from her hand, he and Tyr began to ride away, to their surprise Jon joined them.

“Got room for one more?” he asks his ‘Brother’, as Master Arol like to refer to them as his sons.

"Certainly, training with a swordsman of your skill will benefit Tyr." Gendry responded with a smile, and all three rode towards their training ground.

In the Dragon Pit,

“They are just like us, Ned.” The king exclaimed to his old friend.

Eddard smiled, “Ay, your grace, brothers in all but blood.”

Stannis tightens his jaw but remains silent.

In the Flames,

The group finally arrived; the fortified city was something to behold.

The city walls are constructed from large limestones, with a slight yellowish tint, standing at approximately 40 ft high, with thickness of around 15 feet. The walls are topped with battlements, watchtowers are positioned at regular intervals, approximately 150. Ft apart. The towers are slightly taller than the walls, with a pyramid roof.

They all stood there, amazed at what is in front of them, Arol's words broke them out of their daze.

“The capital was grander than this, the war took a lot from the people of Kmet.” He said with a hint of sadness.

In the Dragon Pit,

Robert was amazed, “This really bring Kings landing to shame.” He spoke.

Many were thinking the same thing, but none expect the king himself to acknowledge it.

In the Flames,

A voice called out to them, “Hold, you approach the great city of Krall, state your business.”

Arol spurns his horse forward and spoke with the authority that his expected of a member of the mage council. “I am Arol the wise of the mage council, I am here to meet King Linsk.”

Arol raised his staff and activated the council seal for the guards, silence fell and before long, the gate opens, the made their way into the city, they couldn’t help but admire the gates design, it was built from heavy wooden beams, reinforced with bronze strips, standing at approximately, 20 ft wide and 25 ft wide. The gate is flanked by the two statues of great kings of the past.

In the Dragon Pit,
“Breaching this must be hell.” Tyrion says, as he takes in the mighty gate of Krall.

“I don’t think it was meant to be breached, lord Tyrion.” Stannis remarked.

Robert looked at his Hand, “Jon, I want an inspection of the seven gates of kings landing.”

Lord Arryn quickly responded to the king, “Of course your grace.”

“Stannis you will lead this endeavor.” He tells Stannis, who nodded in agreement.

In the Flames,

The make their way toward the palace, the streets are made of marble and are very narrow with a mix of paved and unpaved surfaces.

They ride past the great market, lined with stalls, shops and residences, giving the city a vibrant and bustling atmosphere. Merchants and Traders from all across Dakour can be seen haggling over goods, including textiles, spices and precious metals.

Arol suddenly stops, to the surprise of the others, “This will be a good chance for us to resupply.” he tells them.

“Young Robb and me will meet King Linsk, try not to get in trouble.” He said with a grandfatherly smile.

They all nodded and split into the market to buy what they may need for the journey ahead, while Arol and Robb continue towards the palace.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Why does he need Robb there?” Catelyn asks her husband.

“I’m not sure.” He answers truthfully.

In the Flames,

Arol and Robb arrived the gate of the great palace, nothing in Westeros matched its grandeur, The palace was a sprawling complex, covering an area of approximately 200,000 square feet. It has multiple levels, with upper levels reserved for the royal family and their guests.

There were several courtyards, gardens and fountains, providing a tranquil oasis within the bustling city.

“Lord Arol, we receive words of your arrival, please follow us to the throne room.” A guard at the gate greeted them.

“Lead the way, young one.” Arol responded.

In the Dragon Pit,

“The palace looks older than the Red Keep, yet its beauty outshines it by a hundred-fold.” Tyrion stated. Only to realize what he said and try to apologize to Robert, who wave him off, since he spoke true.

In the Flames,

They made their way into the throne room, The throne itself was a large stone chair with three enormous gems at its top, an emerald, ruby and diamond in the middle.

They see the king, a young man of about average height and has a huge picky afro. His figure is lean but very well built with dark brown skin tone and brown eyes. He sat with a sheathed blade on his lap, looking at them with interest.

Next to him was a very tall, dark-skinned man with a largely muscular and well-defined build. He had a full head of white hair which flowed into his back along with a long beard. His face has pronounced cheekbones and tear troughs under his eyes, and a prominent crease across his forehead with a mole above his right eyebrow. His top lip also had a darker pigmentation than the bottom one. His canine teeth were also slightly elongated.

“King Linsk” Arol respectfully bowed while Robb knelt.

“Master Arol, you honor us with your presence.” King Linsk responded.

In the Dragon Pit,

“He looks young.” Renly says.

“He is no older than me when I took the throne.” Robert responded.

“They remind me of the summer islanders” Oberyn stated.

“Why is Robb kneeling, when Master Arol only bows?” Arya asks her father.

“It might be because, being a member of the mage council is of equal of higher standing than the king, while Lord Robb is only a knight.” Tyrion who heard her, answered before the Warden of the north.

In the Flames,

The flames switch to Gendry and Jon, training young Tyr.

“I didn’t know you were a swordsman.” Jon said, looking pointedly at the sword on Gendry’s hip.

Gendry look down at said weapon, he grips the pommel, “it was mya’s idea, a way for me to heal she said.”

In the Dragon Pit,

“I wonder what’s so important about that sword?” Tyrion wondered.

In the Flames,

“You’ve improved Tyr.” Jon told the boy, who seem to lap up the praise.

“It won’t be lo-” Gendry was cut off, as the earth shook under their feet.

“What the hell?” Tyr exclaims.

“Tyr language.” Gendry sternly tells him.

“Sorry.” He quickly adds, earning a smirk from Jon.

The walk forward to look at the clearing ahead, trying to see if they can find the cause for the ground shaking. They find that they are on a cliff looking down only to see something they’ve never seen before. A sea of Dragon Spawns marching with a purpose.

“Is that?” Gendry asked shock.

“A Horde” Jon answered with certainty.

“This path leads straight to Krall.” Gendry said, then realization dawn on both of them.

“It won’t hold against such numbers, especially if caught by surprise.” Jon said,

Gendry turn and look at a scared and shock Tyr, “Tyr!!” Gendry screamed at him, waking him up from his stupor.

“I- I’m sorry master.” He said in a low voice, ashamed of his own weakness.

Gendry knelt down on one knee and look into his young apprentices' eyes, “Don’t be, seeing a Horde will test the best of us.” The malice and hatred coming from the horde was not for the faint of heart.

Gendry got up and turn to look at the Horde marching, “Tyr, I need you to go to Krall and warn Master Arol, King Linsk need to sally out meet the horde on the open field or Krall is doomed.”

Tyr nodded, “What will you do master?” He asks, almost afraid at the answer.

“I’m going to try to slow them down.” He answered with a smile.

In the Dragon Pit,

“IS HE MAD!!!” Stannis Baratheon abruptly screamed, startling everyone in the dragon pit. The boy was the key to exposing the Lannister’s and here he was throwing his life away.

“He his thinking rationally, if he can hold out just enough for reinforcements to arrive, he should take that chance.” Robert stated to his brother, he did not like it, but what can he do.

In the Flames,

“Master, that’s suicide.” Tyr says through his shock face.

Gendry turn to look at his apprentice, “Well, I suppose you better ride fast to Krall.” He responded with a grin.

Tyr looked conflicted, but in the end, he went back to his horse, “Good luck master.” He said before spurning his horse forward making way toward Krall.

In the Dragon Pit,

“That boy is too much like you.” Stannis told his brother. Robert chuckled at this.

Cersei glared at the flames, she was hoping this Horde finally kill the bastard.

In the Flames,

Gendry watches his apprentice leave and turn to look at Jon, “you’re free to leave with him, Jon.” He said with a hint off amusement.

Jon chuckle, “I know, but how will I be able to look Master Arol in the eyes, when I leave a brother to his death.”

Gendry smiled and turned to look down at the horde, with a frown, “Tyr is right, this is suicide.” He acknowledged.

“Aye” Jon responded.

After what seemed like eternity, Gendry started to glow and a huge puff of smoke surrounded the area, not a moment later a full-grown giant, serpentine, yellow-scaled dragon pierces the veil of smoke and flew up high into the sky.

In the Dragon Pit,

“A Baratheon Dragon!!” Shireen exclaimed excitedly, with Myrcella and Tommen joining her. They were hoping that when Gendry comes back, he would let them ride on his head, they hope he would take them across Westeros.

The others were once again amazed that the bastard boy could turn into a dragon.

“Where’s Jon?” Arya asked when she didn’t see her brother.

“I don’t know.” Lord Stark said, looking suspicious at the flames.

“Arya, look!!” Bran screamed, catching everyone’s attention.

To their Shock and Surprise, Jon Stark was on top of the Dragon, arm cross over his chest with a stern look on his face, that reminded Eddard of his father.

In the Flames,

Gendry ascended higher in the sky, he then suddenly stopped and looked down at the marching Horde. he begins to gather fire inside his mouth before "breathing" it out into a huge, conical blast towards the horde below. “S5: Bolo breath” he says, the blast travels rapidly and is extremely powerful.

Jon unsheathes his sword, pointing it at the horde below, “Karyudon” he shouts, he ignites his sword's blade and, from its tip, produces a large, whirling, serpentine dragon made of fire, dense enough that it could be compared to magma.

Jons attack coil itself around Gendry’s and when both hit the Horde an explosion of great intensity happens, violently shaking the ground, eradicating all those caught in its vicinity, with a single attack, they burned to ash a quarter of the Hordes numbers, vanished in a brilliant burst of light. The remaining Dragon spawns standing in a now ruin and scorched land

In the Dragon Pit,

The intensity of the attack's brightness caused many individuals in the dragon pit to shield their eyes from it. Many felt terror as they witness the boys combine power, obliterated all those abominations in the resulting explosion.

“A-Amazing” Stammered Edmure Tully.

Catelyn did not like this display of power by the bastard, she prays that Robb is stronger than him.

In the Flames,

After the destruction caused by the combination attack created by the two students of Arol the wise, both young men fell to the ground, the earth cracked by the force of their impact. Now on the ground standing in front of the remaining dragon spawns, they stood defiant, weapon drawn and ready to buy as much time as they can.

“Ready for this Snow?” Gendry asks with a huge grin, as he imbued his Warhammer with Haki. His immense Haki, which radiates an aura of destruction and chaos. Raging like a violent storm, with waves of intense energy crashing against the horde.

Jon summons his flame wings and imbues his sword with Haki. “I was born ready, waters.” he answers with a smirk. his own Haki is like a boundless ocean, calm yet powerful. A manifestation of his immense willpower and experience.

The combine might of the two Haki causes the air around them to distort and ripple, like the surface of a pond struck by a stone. Their combine power creates a massive shockwave that resonates throughout the surroundings, causing the environment to tremble and shudder.

Both of their weapons start emitting what looks like black lighting, violently crackling around them, tearing the land apart as it expands around and far from them.

The immense power and aura of these two calamities is being felt throughout the atmosphere. The air is charged with an electric sense of tension, as if the very fabric of reality has been altered by these two titans.

Without a second thought, they both charge headlong into the remaining Dragon Spawns.

In the Dragon Pit,

Those in the dragon pit thought they were used to Haki leaking into Westeros, what a mistake that was. when the two bastards combine power hit them, no one could breathe, it was so powerful that Cersei and Joffrey begin to scream in fear, the younger Lannister children passed out, the dragon pit begin to violently shake.

The northern children ran to their parents holding on to them for dear life. Orlena and Mace passed out, while Garlan, who was holding his grandmother, could barely keep his eyes open.

The others could barely keep their eyes open.

Melisandre, who herself was shaken by the power, made a quick prayer, rescinding the flames back into the 'Seeing Stone', stopping the chaos that the power of these two caused.

Chapter Text

In the Dragon Pit,

Robert was getting fed up, with Cersei’s scream, “King slayer! Shut your sister up!” He roared. Jamie wants to Cersei and manages to calm her down, she in turn calmed Joffrey.

Around the dragon pit, those who had passed out were awakened, and many who were shaken regained their bearings. This was an experience they did not want to relive.

Once everybody was alert again, Melisandre brought the flames back, and once again they were watching Dakour.

In the Flames,

They see Tyr riding his horse to the breaking point, hoping he makes it there and back in time to help his master.

        Back in Krall.

                The Throne Room,

Arol and Robb were in a meeting with the king Linsk and his general, The Mighty A. it was only the four of them there, King Linsk had every one of the guards leave them so they could discuss matters in private.

“My house lost everything during the Great war, we have yet to recover.” The young King said to Arol.

“I am aware, your majesty.” Arol responds.

“Really? are you sure, you're aware Master Arol? you would not be here asking us to fight again, if you were.”  The muscular man quickly added.

“I know you fear from your nephew and people, Lord A. but the Dragon king is a threat to us all.” Arol told the know identified Lord A.

“I have been leading attacks against the dragon Spawns, for the last 20 years, Master Arol, don’t think I don’t know how dire this threat is.” he responded.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Gods, fighting nonestop for 20 years.” Tyrion says, he couldn’t fathom such a thing.

“He should join them and fight this, Dragon King.” Bran says to his sister, who agrees.

“Young bran, he is wise for thinking of his people and family first. That in itself is the making of a great leader. As heir to the north, you should follow such actions.” The Blackfish tells his great nephew.

In the Flames,

The flames switch to Mya, Bella and Daenerys walking in the bustling market, Mya noticed the sad look on Daenerys face, when she looks at Margaery and Loras laughing at something in the distance.

“Danny?” Bella called out to her.

“Are you alright?” she asks.

“It’s nothing, well not nothing, I was just wondering how sad it is the be the last of my house.” She said with a sad smile.

Both sisters said nothing, “I have no family left.” She continued.

“Don’t get me wrong, I cannot, no, I will not blame you guys for the action of my father and elder brother. Viserys allowed his anger and need for vengeance to consume him, I will not do the same.”

“You have us.” Bella said trying to bring her mood up.

“Bella is right, you have us and Gendry, though we are Baratheon’s, Robert's grandmother, our great grandmother is a Targaryen princess.” Mya added, Daenerys of course blush at the mention of Gentry.

“Really?” says a shock Daenerys, she was not familiar with house Baratheon lineage.

Both sisters nodded, “Yup, she is the aunt of your mother, I think. That would make her your great aunt.” Bella says.

“All 4 of use are the offspring of Aegon the unlikely, and descendants of Lord Arion Targaryen, father of both Aegon Targaryen and Orys Baratheon, we are cousins and nothing will change that.” Mya continued.

Daenerys had tears in her eyes as she hugged both girls. “Thank you” she muffled to them.

After a while, Bella spoke, “Good, now let us find that damn inn.” Danny laughs and Mya shakes her head. The three girls continue with their search.

In the Dragon Pit,

Robert scoffed at being reminded of his house and the dragon spawns shared history. Although he refrains from harboring negative thoughts about his beloved grandmother.

The others like Tyrion, the red viper and many of the children enjoyed the little history lesson, between House Baratheon and Targaryen.

In the Flames,

Tyr finally reaches the mighty gates of Krall, his horse on the verge of collapse.

“Open the gates!!!” the young boy screamed at the top of his lungs.

“What business have you in Krall boy!!!” a guard responded.

"I am a member of Master Arol’s group and possess knowledge that, if not shared, will lead to the destruction of Krall." He answered.

“How do I know you speak the truth?” he asks the boy.

“You don’t, but if I don’t speak with Master Arol, only death will find this city.” Tyr responded.

The guard did not fully believe him, but he remembers that Lord Arol had informed him of more guests arriving later. Plus, he does not want to be the reason they have to hold off a siege.

He sighs, “Open the gates!!!” he shouts at his man, and they followed his order.

Tyr rod straight to the castle, hopping Master Arol was there already.

In the Dragon Pit,

“He is too trusting.” Tywin remarks at the guard's action.

“You would be thinking differently if it was Lannisport, lord Lannister.” Stannis says, earning a look from Tywin, any other man would break eye contact with the Old Lion, but Stannis was not any other man. This of course earned him a chuckle from Robert.

In the Flames,

The battlefield is littered with the corpse of the dragon spawn. They couldn’t see the two boys, they were moving too fast for the naked eye to see. Red and blue blurs was all they could make out.

One after the other, Dragon Spawns fell, black blood, fragments of bones, and entrails littered the ground, the only indicator that the boys were still in the battlefield was the sound of Jons sword cutting through the air and the battering sound of Gendry’s hammer shattering the sound barrier.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Gods, this is a Baratheon worthy of our house name.” Robert said, giddy as a babe on its name day feast.

“A true Baratheon.” Stannis said while looking at Cersei who glared at him.

“I want Jon to train me father.” Arya says, impress by her elder brother's ability with a sword.

“Me too.” Bran added, not wanting to be left out.

Eddard smiled and nodded at his children, of course Cat did not like the idea one bit.

The boys were making short work of these abominations, none could deny it. The question now was how long they will last before reinforcements arrive.

In the Flames,

The flames switch to Tyr, who seems to be arguing with the guards at the castle gates.

“None shall pass without an invitation from his majesty.” The guard sternly tells him.

Tyr was getting aggravated, “I don’t have time for this.” He whispers to himself.

He looks at the two guards, they look at him back and to their surprise his fist hardens with Haki, and he strikes.

In the Dragon Pit,

“His going to force his way into the castle?” a shock Tyrion ask.

The king started laughing, “The boy is just like his master.” He was proud that his son could train a scrawny brat into such warrior.

In the Flames,   

                   In the Throne room,

“What is stopping the dragon king from marching here and destroy my people?” King Linsk ask Lord Arol.

“We wo-” Arol was cut off when the door burst open and there was Tyr, breathing hard, multiple guard trying to stop him from interfering in the meeting.

“What is the meaning of this!!!” Lord A raised his voice stopping all commotion inside the throne room.

“Master Arol, you must hurry,” Tyr was struggling against the grip of the guards as he tried to speak.

“Enough!!! Release the boy!” Lord A commanded, the guard quickly let Tyr go, and he rushed towards master Arol, trying t0 catch his breath before speaking.

“Take your time, young one.” Arol says to him, placing a hand on Tyr’s shoulder, calming him down.

Once Tyr looked calm, Arol asked, “Now why must I hurry?”

Tyr looked at him as if remembering what he rushed here for, “A Horde, master, its heading to Krall.” He said with urgency.

The throne room stills at the boys' words, though Master Arol kept his composure.

Lord A is the first to speak, “Come forward boy.” He commanded.

Tyr walk towards the throne, a little bit intimidated by the man.

“A horde? Are you positive?” he asks.

Tyr looked at Arol for permission to speak, Arol nodded, and he answered, “Yes, my lord.”

Lord A, turned to look at his nephew, the king, “Our walls will hold, if a horde comes to attack us.”

Robb spoke for the first time since the meeting started, “Your walls will hold, lord A. But how many will die defending it. Who will stop the horde then, when they manage to break through.” Lord A glared at Boy.

“You are?” King Linsk asks.

“Robb of House Stark, your grace.” He says, with deference,

The young king looks at this Robb Stark, “What would you have us do, Robb of House Stark?” he asks.

“Ride out with us and destroy them. Show the Dragon King the royal blood of Kmet do not cower behind its walls.” Robb answered the young king.

Lord A looked at his nephew who is processing Master Arol words, “Uncle” he finally speaks.

“Your Grace.” Lord A, answers.

“Summon the Army, we march to war.” He announces, Lord A bowed and made way to complete his task.

“I hope I don’t regret this, master Arol.” The young king says before dismisses them. Arol leaves for the gates, where he will send words for his companions to assemble.

          Outside the Throne room,

“Tyr where is Gendry and Jon?” Master Arol asks as they make their way to meet the rest of their group.

“Master decided to stay behind and hold the horde back.” Tyr answered.

“And Jon?” Robb asks, worried for his brother.

“He stayed also.” Tyr answers.

“I see” Arol says,

“My foolish sons” he whispers to himself.

A few moments later,

The gate of Krall opens and riding through it are Master Arol, King Linsk, and our Westeros adventurers. Not far behind is a fully armored calvary of 80,000 Kemetians, together they ride to face the hordes.

Each man, had a sword, shield and holding a spear whose tip glistened in the light. These were warriors, anyone with eyes could tell.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Amazing.” Jamie said.

“Indeed, brother, I don’t think any kingdom in Westeros can provide such armor for all their man.” Tyrion added.

Eddard and Cat were proud of their son, standing up for what is right.

None could really disagree with him, the only person that would come close is Lord Tywin, and even he does not outfit all of his banners.

In the Flames,

The flames switch to Gendry and Jon, those two were enjoying themselves, maybe a bit too much. Being as powerful as they are, Arol thought them to responsibly use their strength, but with a horde, such restraint was not needed.

Gendry was smiling as he brought is Warhammer down on the abominations. He turns to kill some more, only to be stop, when out of nowhere something pierces his abdomen, blood trickled down his mouth.

His Warhammer fell from his hands, a look of disbelief in his eyes, just then, a hooded figure appears, as if conjured up by Yahweh herself. The figure had both hands on the pommel of the sword, thrusting it further into his body.

He looks up and his face is revealed to Gendry, “You? I killed you?” he grunted out, pain evident in his voice.

In the Dragon Pit,

They couldn’t believe it, one moment the bastard was killing with impunity but now, he is at deaths door.

“NO!!!” Robert screamed out as he abruptly stood from his chair.

Stannis closed his eyes, his nephew was dying, his plans all thrown out.

Cersei and Joffrey had big smiles on their faces, only a look from Tywin stopped Cersei from laughing.

In the Flames,

“It was not me that you killed.” He responded to Gendry as he twists the sword, hurting the boy further.

 “It was my twin brother, I am Krogas, and I bring your death.” He sneered, twisting the blade further.

Gendry, not one to go down without a fight uses all his remaining strength and with both hands begin to crush Krogas skull, he struggled a bit, and Krogas tried to remove his sword so he could cut his arms off, but Gendry grip on his head would not budge. with a final roar Krogas brain matter and skull fragment fell to the ground. Gendry then fell to his knees, with a painful grunt he removed the sword, throwing it to the ground. All you can hear is his labored breath as he finally succumbs to his injuries.

It got dark and a buzzing sound is heard, like a thousand bees crying out in rage. A red violently swirling circle is seen, it then begins to decrease, and they see Gendry’s blue eyes.

“Bad way to go.” He says as he deflects the sword strike that would’ve killed him, with his Warhammer.

In the Dragon pit,

This left everyone shock, they saw him die.

“What is the meaning of this.” Edmure screamed.

“How can he survive that?” Bran whispered.

“He was dead.” Cersei spat out; the bastard was getting on her last nerve.

The Baratheon could only watch in shock and disbelief at the boy surviving.

The red viper was wondering if it might have been an illusion.

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In the Flames,

“How!!!” Demanded the hooded figure, he had planned this perfectly, to strike when the beast was preoccupied with the dragon spawns, there is no way he should’ve gotten caught, or his strike deflected.

Gentry looked at him, uncaring, “Future Sight” he simply says, he raises his hammer and rush the hooded figure only for him to disappear again. This of course tick Gendry off, using future sight again he blocks a strike from the back of his head, pushing the hooded figure away from him.

“This shouldn’t be possible!!!” The hooded figure raged as he got his bearings.

“I can’t see you, if that’s what you're wondering.” Gendry says seeing the hooded figure disappeared once again.

“Are you going to remove that hood and show yourself, Krogas.” Gendry added to the hooded figure shock.

The figure appears and removes his hood, showing his face. Standing in front of Gendry is a replica of the Bandit Kragos minus the scar.

“So, you really are his twin” he added.

“What is that technique you use to detect me? You will answer!!!” He demanded of Gendry.

Gendry looks at him and then sighs. “Very well, you’ll be dead anyways, it’s called Future sight, a highly advance Observation Haki ability that allows me to see into the future.”

In the Dragon pit,

“He can see the future?” Tyrion said, shock clear in his voice, such things were unheard of.

“How fascinating.” Melisandre says, not even R’hllor could grant such gift freely.

“Observation Haki?” Edmure questions.

“What sort of magic is this Haki, to grant so much power.” The blackfish says, at awe.

The others had the same thought, if such ability ever shows up in Westeros it would be a catastrophe for many of them, as their plans and schemes would be discovered before being implemented. They really hope that their own children possess such ability.

Lord stark was having a different opinion, ‘What other ability does this Haki grant?’ he wondered.

Tywin was once again silently seething, the more he learns about this Haki, the more weaken his family holds on Westeros becomes. House Lannister had no one in Dakour from their blood, ‘this was troubling.’ He thought.

Cersei face contorted inti a sneer as her plans to have the bastard assassinated was now useless, ‘He would see it coming’ she thought bitterly.

The Baratheon’s except Renly, are the only ones who were happy with this revelation, none would be able to rebel against their house, with Gendry amongst them.

In the Flames,

‘Seeing that the horde is still around us, I can’t use Future sight too much, it will drain my stamina to the point that I won’t be able to raise my hammer. I need him to make a mistake.’ He thought, watching the fool who dared challenge him.

“So, why are you here?” Gendry asks, as he and Krogas circle each other, twirling his Warhammer.

“Why?” Krogas chuckled,

“Oh, I think you know why.” He added, taking an aggressive stance with his sword at the ready.

“You planed all this for revenge?” Gendry asks, and Krogas’s expression reveals the answer.

“How childish, how pitiably childish.” Gendry says as he begins to chuckle which turns into a full laugh.

“CHILDISH!!!” Krogas raged and charged forward, Gendry match his speed, with a grin and using future sight, he is able to match Krogas and his disappearing ability.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Smart lad.” Blackfish says with a chuckle, to those who are not a warrior he explains.

“Gendry riled him up, making him mad, so he can fight sloppy, giving him an advantage.” That was a smart move, they thought after hearing the explanation.

In the Flames,

Krogas kept disappearing and appearing before each of his strikes, Gendry kept blocking and unable to strike with his own. The two moved around the battlefield, with several Dragon spawns falling to Gendry's hammer assaults directed at Krogas.

The flames switch to Jon, sensing a newcomer, “Who are you fighting now?” he wonders.

After running his sword through one dragon spawn, he realizes he is on the other side of the battlefield, he tried to make his way to Gendry, but that was easier said than done, as more of these filths surround him.

“I’ll have to kill you bastards first” he says as he rushes forward and decapitated the dragon spawn in front of him, at blinding speed.

In the Dragon Pit,

“He will need another tactic, if he wishes to win.” Stannis points out, many agree with the lord of Dragonstone. The boy may be able to block all of Krogas attack, but hitting back is another matter.

The Stark children were cheering for their elder brother, and Jon did not disappoint.

In the Flames,

Gendry tries to block Krogas, but he miscalculated the amount of power behind the strike and Krogas manages to disarm him.

His Warhammer flew into the air, and falling down meters away from him, Gendry had an irritated expression on his face.

“Now, I will cut you down, one piece at a time.” Said Krogas as he disappeared.

Gendry quickly imbues his arms with Haki, and using future sight he blocks Krogas next strike, a quick Haki clash follows.

“You think your Haki is strong enough to block my sword Barehanded?!!!” he demanded, insulted at the thought.

Gendry getting aggravated pushed him back and rush forward, Krogas, not prepared to counter, was hit by a powerful punch on his cheek, leaving him disoriented. Gendry went for another punch, but Krogas, on instinct, disappeared again, Gendry ended up striking the ground.

Gendry scoffs, “Coward.” He says, standing back up, seeing 7 dragon spawns charging at him.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Amazing” Bran says.

“It seems we were wrong.” Stannis says,

“Wrong about what?” Renly asks his brother.

“It was not his gauntlet that blocked, Kragos strike in the beginning, it was this, Haki.” Stannis clarifies.

In the Flames,

Gendry ferociously dealt with them, punching one through the chest, ripping another head off its body, crushing another skull with both his hands, punching on the temple with so much force its skull shatters, punching another through the chest and ripping it in half with a roar.

In the Dragon Pit,

The brutality the bastard was demonstration shock many, Catelyn and Cersei tried to cover the eyes of their children to no avail, as Eddard and Rodert stopped them.

Something occurred next: the Sand Snakes and the Martell heir had eyes burning with lust towards the new lord of Storm Ends. This of course attracted the notice of the Red Viper, who smirked at his daughters and niece.

In the Flames,

Using future sight, he anticipated Krogas's next strike, He had no other option, so he sighed, unsealed the sword on his hip, and deflected Krogas's attack.

Krogas looked surprise and quickly disappears again with a scowl on his face. “This is getting irritating” he says, it seems he can't catch him by surprise.

In his invisible state, Krogas inspects the weapon, looking for some kind of weakness.

The sword has a distinctive appearance, with a long, broad blade that shines like polished silver. The swords Valyrian steel construction gives it a subtle, wavy pattern. The sword blade length stands at an imposing 45 inches (115 cm) and its hilt at around 12 inches (30cm) long.

The hilt is made from polished ebony, adorned with intricate gold inlays that reflect the swords Valyrian heritage. The grip is long enough to accommodate two hands, with a subtle flare at the pommel to prevent the sword from slipping from the wielders grasp.

The cross guard is a sturdy, curved bar that protects the wielder’s hand from incoming attacks. The cross guard is adorned with a small delicate engraving that says “Hear Me Roar” writing in gold, adding to the sword's ornate appearance.

The Pommel is a heavy, rounded golden lion, with Rubby eyes, that helps balance the swords long blade.

He found none.

In the Dragon Pit,

To the Lannister Shock, or more specifically Tywin and Tyrion, they are looking at a blade lost since the lion king took it to then ruins of Valyria, but there in Dakour, in the hands of a Baratheon bastard boy, was Bright roar.

“Bright roar!!!” Tyrion bellowed,

‘This was impossible.’ He thought.

“What is the meaning of this!!!!” an outraged Tywin Lannister stood immediately, glaring at the Baratheon bastard that dared to wield his house long lost sword.

Many were shocked to see the usual calm and compose lion lord, losing his cool.

The Martell’s were smirking at him.

“How did he come to acquire it?” a shock Jamie ask.

Cersei and Joffrey grew red with hatred, ‘the gall of this nobody wielded what should be his!!!’ Joffrey thought, afraid to speak his mind of fear of his father.

“The same way, Daenerys did, I suppose.” Renly answered him, confused at his own words.

“But that would require blood, right?” Tyrion asked, still confuse at the implication.

He then realized, “Lannister Blood.”

Everyone started thinking the same thing, ‘Where did he get Lannister blood to summon the sword?’

Orlena said nothing but it seems here theory was right; she gave a quick look at Tywin who managed to school is features after his earlier outburst.

In the Flames,

“You know, I swore I would never wield this sword in battle” Gendry said to know one in particular. Krogas was watching, even though he remains invisible.

He grips Bright Roar, which feels normal to him, something he hated feeling. To Krogas' surprise, Gendry imbues the sword with Haki, causing it to emit a fiery red glow, black lighting slowing crackling around the blade.

Krogas appears and stands across from Gendry.

“Why, you are only good with a hammer” he mocked, sweat trickled down his face, as he gets in a fighting stance.

“No, I hate how natural it feels when I use it” Gendry evenly replied, looking down at the blade, but then, his demeanor changes from calm to enraged.

“How it knows that I am one of his own!!!” he thundered.

Gendry forcefully swings the blade, resulting in significant destruction as dust disperses widely. Once the dust settles, the ground upon which they stand is visibly marked by a long, deep gash.

In the Dragon Pit,

“The boy has Lannister blood.” Orlena finally realized out loud. She has been trying to figure this out since they showed the sealed sword, the words between the bastard sibling were her first clue.

Robert instantly turned to his wife, his eyes murderous, yet no words came out. She avoided his gaze and looked straight at her twin.

The whole dragon pit was stunned by the lady of thorns words.

Jamie stood there frozen, eyes wide at this revelation, “He survived” he whispered to himself.

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In the Dragon Pit,

Tyrion continues to observe the flames, but gradually he shifts his gaze to his brother, who was avoiding everyone’s eyes. He immediately understands that Jamie is somehow involved in this matter.

‘What did you do?’ he thought, worried that his brother might have allowed their idiotic sister to make him do something stupid.

He observed the Baratheon’s, and the king was red with anger, Lord Stannis kept grinding his teeth, something he did when he was displeased, and the last brother, Renly, the former lord of Storm Ends, was shocked at the revelation.

He heard his nephew, the little shit, “What, that’s stupid, I’m the eldest.” He mocked the lady of thorns, before he could continue his tantrum, the king bellowed out, “SHUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!” he quickly hid behind his mother, who finally met the kings gaze and Tyrion for the first time saw fear in her eyes. He turns his gaze back to the flames, thinking what this might mean for the future of his house.

Tywin was no fool, there is no way the boy could have summoned his family sword if he did not have their blood. If he did summon it, like the Targaryen girl, his mind unraveled, last he heard his first grandson died at birth, Steffon laid in the crypts of the red keep.

He looks at his grandson, still cowering behind his daughter. The king was right, the boy is unworthy of being great lord, least of the next king, the realm would perish under his rule if he became king, ‘to think he is my blood’ he thought bitterly.

The boy was already showing the signs of madness that had consumed Aerys, he would not suffer another mad spawn on the throne.

He turns back to the flames, this, Gendry was showing sign of a leader, a warrior, from his actions so far, he could tell the boy is steady, steady the way his Joanna had been.

The boy is as stubborn as Cersei and as ruthless as any Lannister. He thought it was the ‘Baratheon Fury’ as they like to call it, but he was wrong. it was the lion in him.

Tywin Lannister gave his son and daughter one last look and made up his mind, he would speak with the king when he gets a chance. This boy is the only hope for House Lannister. Through Gendry his House will rule and be remembered. This boy is his last chance at a lasting legacy. He will not be his father; a laughingstock. Even if he has to cast his daughter and her mad spawn to the Stranger. He will fulfill his promise to Joanna. And nothing shall stand in his way.

 The rest of the dragon pit had one thought, ‘How could a mother forsake a child right after he is born?’ it was inconceivable to do such thing.

Even Balon and Randyll Tarly were shocked at the ruthlessness of the queen.

In the Flames,

Gendry gripped the sword with both hands and charged forward swiftly. The ground gave away due to the force of his movement.

Krogas disappeared, thinking he had evaded the boy, but to his surprise Gendry strike him where he reappeared, he quickly blocked the sword strike. The force sent him reeling back a couple of feet.

Gendry did not give him a chance to get his bearing, he was on him before long, and their swords clash, Krogas was on the defensive and he knew it.

Every single one of Gendry’s strikes was stronger than the last, even when he disappeared, Gendry using future sight found him. Krogas knew he wouldn’t last; he was out of tricks and fear began to consume him as he looks into the eyes of his foe.

In the Dragon Pit,

They couldn’t believe it, the boy was a natural swordsman, not as good as the stark bastard, but good enough for them to compare him to Ser Barristan himself.

Robbert anger continue to rise, his son, his worthy heir, taken from him by his whore wife. He knew he was in his right to choke the life out of her right here, but Jon wanted him to do things the right way, so no one could dispute his actions.

In the Flames,

They get a glimpse of Jon using the horde as his playthings,

Jon screamed, "Hiken!!!!". He turned his fist into flames and launched it as a dense column of fire towards his targets, burning the abomination that dare to face him.

He continues his slaughter them, slowly but surely making his way toward Gendry. ‘The person Gendry is fighting must be powerful, if the amount of Haki he was releasing is any indication.’ He thought.

The flames finally showed them, the army riding towards the horde, following them was a dust bowl, reaching high in the air.

In the Dragon Pit,

The northerners were once again impressed by the Jons prowess, the boy made his blade move like hot steel through butter. His fire magic always left them at awe.

“Looks like they are close by.” Edmure said to his uncle.

In the Flames,

Krogas, begin his desperate offensive, if he does unbalance Gendry he will be killed.

“You thought I was my brother, undisciplined” he said blocking every one of Gendry sword strikes, it took everything he has to keep it up.

“WEAK!!!” he shouted, blade lock in a Haki clash. He was losing his patience at his inability to gain the upper hand.

“No” Gendry said, pushing him back to his bafflement, he staggered back, he manages to quickly block another strike from Gendry, but it was not quick enough as Gendry drew first blood, slicing his upper arm, the cut must have hit something, since he was unable to move it.

“Your brother was a monster.” Gendry said as he continued the offensive, not giving the one arm villain a moments rest.

“He tried to rape and murder, my sweet sisters!” He screamed; his attacks were more intense than before.

“Who knows how many, he unjustly killed, how many he RAPED!!!” Gendry was now deeply immersed in the renowned Baratheon Fury, Krogas was not able to keep up, as Gendry began to carve him up.

He was fully on the defensive now, trying his best to make sure the boy doesn’t hit any of his vitals. To his shock, Gendry’s next strike disarmed him, taking his sword hand along the way. he screamed in agony.

“I will send you to meet your CUNT, OF A BROTHER, IN THE ETERNAL ABBYSS!!!!” he reared his hand back, made a fist which glowed and shouted as he thrusts it forward,

”S1:GEKISHIN!!!!” he screamed with the FURY that his house is known for, hitting Krogas in the chest.

The air in the area cracked, the ground came apart violently; he spills an unconceivable amount of blood from his mouths, nose and eyes as the shockwaves directly pass through his bodies. The impact of the attack propelled him several meters backward at a high velocity, resulting in the destruction of many dragons spawn that were in his path and all the trees in the surrounding forest.

He eventually came to a halt when he collided with a large oak tree, where one of its branches pierced him from behind, causing his head to fall as he ceased to exist.

There was Krogas, gone from this world, his vengeance unclaimed.

Gendry dropped to his knee, catching his breath due to the toll the fight took on his body, he spit blood on the Ground, while his vision got blurry. Using future sight takes its toll on one’s body, but he never expected it to hurt this much.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Incredible,” Tyrion whispers to himself.

“He won!!!” Robert said out loud, the three Baratheon children were cheering alongside him.

Joffrey was not happy at all, this Bastard was a threat to his claim.

In the Flames,

The 80,000 strong Cavalry army of Krall charged into the remaining dragon spawns, with the help of Arol and the Westeros native, they made short work of them.

Margery the first to act, jumped from her horse and propelled herself into the sky, using her fruit abilities she shouted, “Yasakani no Magatama” she crosses her arms in front of her and uses both hands to fire a torrent of deadly light particles, covering an extremely wide area, causing extreme damage to thousands of Dragon spawns. She landed on her feet and rush forward with her spear, thrusting into the abominations one after the other.

This, of course, created a pathway into the heart of the horde, which they exploited.

Theon horse got hit and he fell, something that pissed him off, he placed his palm of the grounds, and screamed, “Charlestone” a multitude of giant stone spikes erupted around him, pierce every dragon spawn that thought him easy prey.

The non-devil fruit users of the group were showing their own prowess, Val and Ygritte arrows found all their marks, while Tormund and his great axe imbued with anti-life magic, ended lives like they were nothing.

Robb and the dire wolves were showing why the Starks ruled for 8,000 years, with Domeric at his side he made his way to his brother.

Bell and Mya were already at Gendry side, with the former helping her little brother stand.

“You really outdone yourself, little brother.” Bella said with a smug look, which Gendry tirelessly return.

Mya said nothing, she saw the unsealed sword and quickly turn to the dragon spawns rushing towards them, “I hope you can still fight brother.” She asks, preparing to shoot 6 arrows at the beasts.

“Yeah, I got a little bit left in me.” Gendry responded as he picked up his sword, standing with his sibling, still wobbly, ready to face the coming threat.

In the dragon pit,

What they were witnessing was beyond words, the ferocity and discipline of the kemetians were impressive, even the young king skills with his sword was amazing.

The Westeros natives were making their houses proud.

In the flames,

The two armies clashed, and it did not take long for the combine might of Master Arol and his companions plus the Kemetians calvary to decimate the abominations.

The losses were not severe on the Kemetians side, as they only lost 900 souls out of the 80,000.

By the time Robb and Domeric found Jon, the boy was barely standing, yet he was drenched in Dragon Spawn black blood. The two brothers hug each other with Robb calling him a stubborn bastard. Domeric assisted and helping Jon to where Sam, Gilly and Talisa were tending to some of the wounded.’

By the time the last Dragon spawn was slain, Gendry passed out, he fought with his sister, but the exhaustion and internal damage became too much. He gave in to them, Mya had the Kemetians warriors closest to them assist in bringing their brother to the healers nearby.

The young Kemetians king look at the victory his warriors earn today, he looked at his uncle, and Lord A, knew then that they would wage war once more against the Dragon king.

In The Dragon Pit,

“I believe it’s time for a break, your grace.” Melisandre said.

“Why?” Robert demanded.

"My abilities have been diminishing, and I require rest to restore them. Additionally, I need to consult with the Lord of Light on how to prevent your son's formidable power from spreading into Westeros." She explained.

“Fine” Robert agrees after giving her an annoyed look.

He turned his attention to everyone on the Pit, “Rooms will be added in the Red Keep for all of you, as of now you are all under Guest Right.” The implications were clear, break one of the most sacred laws in Westeros and he will have their head. He was already pissed, he would not play their silly games,

The flames evaporated and everybody made their way out of the dragon pit.

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Conquerors Haki

Domination: can be used to temporarily dominate the psyche of others and intimidate them. 

• Gendry
• Jon

 Incapacitation: users are capable of knocking people and animals in their vicinity unconscious.

• Gendry
• Jon

 Pressure: the ability to generate pressure, which can be seen when two Conqueror's Haki users clash. The pressure generated usually damages the environment around them.

• Gendry
• Jon

 Infusion: User greatly augmenting the power of their physical attacks.

• Gendry
• Jon

 Observation Killing: allows for the control of one's own aura or presence, negating an opponent's ability to see into the future with Observation Haki.

• Jon

Observation Haki

 Presence Sensing: allows the user to sense the presence of others.

• Mya
• Bella
• Gendry
• Robb
• Jon
• Theon
• Domeric
• Daenerys
• Quentyn
• Margaery
• Loras

 Strength Sensing: allows the user to measure the strength of the people whose presence they sense.

• Mya
• Bella
• Gendry
• Robb
• Jon
• Theon
• Domeric
• Daenerys
• Quentyn
• Margaery
• Loras

 Emotion Sensing: allows the user to sense and empathize with the emotions and nature of others.

• Gendry
• Robb
• Jon
• Domeric
• Daenerys

 Intent Sensing: allows its user to sense another person's intent to act in the immediate future.

• Gendry
• Robb
• Jon
• Domeric
• Daenerys

 Future Vision: allows the user to see a short period into the future.

• Gendry
• Robb
• Jon

Armament Haki

 Hardening: The user clads their desired body part with a black coating which can also have shadings of a different color; the color varies among users.  

• Bella (Olive Green Tint),
• Mya (Yellow Tint),
• Gendry (Red Tint),
• Robb (Silver Tint),
• Jon (Blue Tint),
• Theon (Bronze Tint),
• Domeric (Gray Tint),
• Daenerys (Dark Red Tint),
• Quentyn (Orange Tint),
• Trystane (Copper Tint),
• Margaery (Gold Tint),
• Loras (Green Tint).

 Imbuement: imbue their hardening onto any object they touch, thus allowing them to give their weapons the same boosts as they do their own body. Imbued weapons gain a new degree of offensive power.

• Bella
• Mya
• Gendry
• Robb
• Jon
• Theon
• Domeric
• Daenerys
• Quentyn
• Trystane
• Margaery
• Loras

 Emission: capable of letting the power flow out from a part of their body (usually their hand) and emitting it over a short distance without a medium to carry it.

• Jon

 Internal Destruction: flow Haki into a targets body and destroy it from the inside out, which can be done by touching, grabbing, or even emitting Haki toward the object.

• Jon

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Red Keep,

                Tywin’s Chamber,

Tywin sat at the head of the table, Jamie to his right and Tyrion to his left. Cersei was left out, he couldn’t stomach seeing his daughter, if she was here, he feared he might forsake the laws of gods and man, becoming a kin slayer.

“What happen to Steffon?” he demanded, Jamie was doing everything but looking at his father.

Tyrion kept quiet waiting to see what deep shit his brother and stupid sister got their family into.

Jamie sighs, “Cersei wanted me to kill the boy.” He finally found his voice.

“Right after she birthed him?” Tyrion asks, Jamie confirmed, his mismatching eyes widen.

“Continue.” Tywin orders, not liking what he is hearing.

“The plan was to replace Steffon with a dead child and tell Robert his son did not make.” He continues.

“Who provided this deceased child?” Tywin questions.

“Pycelle did.” Jamie answers.

“Do you know where he got it from?” Tyrion wondered,

Jamie shook his head and answered with a simple, “No.”

A silence fell into the room until Tywin spoke again.

“You said wanted?” he asks, Jamie looked at him.

“What did you do with the boy?” Tywin demanded.

“I, I couldn’t do it, so I brought him to flee bottom, I left him at a door with some gold and left.” Jamie admits.

Tyrion released a breath he didn’t know he was holding; his brother can’t be a kin slayer if he didn’t plan to kill his nephew to begin with, but his sister on the other hand.

“My foolish daughter planned to make you a kin slayer, and you agreed to such a moronic plan.” He asks rhetorically, his eyes never leaving Jamie.

He did not give his son a chance to respond before continuing.

“Do you have any idea the position you place our house in, to dishonor house Lannister in such a way. was king slayer not enough title for you?” Tywin finally allowed his anger to show, Tyrion and Jamie have never seen their father this pissed.

After a few minutes of silence, regaining his composure, Tywin dismisses them, deciding to speak with the king. He will have to salvage what he can from this madness, one thing he knows is that his daugh-no she is no longer his daughter, Cersei will not survive this. He will need leverage to save Jamies life.

            Kings Chamber,

Robert was fuming the whole way to his chamber, he dragged Stannis and Jon Arryn with him, he had much to discuss with those two. Ser Barristan walking behind them.

Stannis kept grinding his teeth and Jon Arryn could not believe the situation the queen places the kingdoms into.

Once inside Robert unleashed his fury against the furniture’s on the room, “THAT WHORE!!!” He screamed.

“She will die for this treason Jon!!!” Robert said to his hand.

Jon Arryn and Stannis shared a look, “We will have to hold a trial after the viewing Robert. We will expose her treason and duplicity for all the seven kingdoms to see.” He said, trying to calm his foster son down.

“One thing is certain, we cannot have her back in the dragon pit, she will need to be confine, until then.” Stannis anger laced his voice, even though he kept his composure.

Before Robert could respond, someone was knocking on the door,

“Selmy, see who it is.” He ordered Barristan, opens the door and turn to speak with the king.

“It is a guard, your grace, he has informed me that the Princess Rhaelle is on her way to the red keep. Should he bring her here?” Ser Barristan informed and asked the king.

The two Baratheon’s stiffened, even now as man grown, they still feared their grandmother. She was the only one to tell Robert about his failings as a father, king and brother. They knew she never liked Cersei, she made that clear, as she was against the match to begin with. When she learns of Cersei's actions against her grandson and great grandchildren, she will be extremely upset.

“Yes, tell him to bring Grandmother here, with four chairs, wine and water.” Robert commanded.

Before the door could fully close, he screamed out, “Bring my hammer!!!” he had a few skulls to crush.

After a few minutes, four chairs were brought into the room. They all sat down, and when the wine arrived, Robert drank it quickly as if he had been severely dehydrated. Only Stannis and Jon Arryn had some of the water.

He took his hammer and placed it on the table, Slynt and Pycelle will not see the end of this day.

Kings landing Arbor,             

                     The River Gate,

She did not know what possess Robert to call her to this god forsaken city, she really came because Stannis letter match that of Robert, and if those two agreed on anything, well, she needed to see what the issue was.

‘What happened to all the children that disappeared?’ the letter said, promise answers to questions, that was unanswerable.

She never liked that red priestess, poisoning her two grandsons, she knew Renly never cared for such nonsense, but seeing that Robert did love that little girl, his little, ‘Fawn’. She could see how that abomination could get into his head.

The last Targaryen princess sighs, this was a mess, and she was getting too old for this. The wheelhouse that arrived to bring her to the red keep, was already halfway there.

A few moments later,      

                              Kings Chambers,

There was a knock on the door, Ser Barristan opened it at the behest of the king, and standing there was the last living child of King Aegon V Targaryen, The Princess Rhaelle Targaryen.

All three-man stood from their chair as she walked in the room, “Ser Barristan.” She greeted the Lord Commander of the king's guard.

“Princess.” He returned the greeting with a bow.

She turns her attention to the other three man in the room, he eyes on her two grandsons a little too long, before greeting the hand.

“Lord Arryn, a pleasure to see again.” She says formally.

Jon smiles and responded, “You as well, Princess.”

Rhaelle, walks forward and Stannis quickly pull a chair for her to sit, once she did, Robert was the first to greet her, “Grandmother.” He said with a big smile and kissed her cheek.

Rhaelle took a hold of his face with her aged hand, “Robert, how many times have I told you to shave or at least maintain this monstrosity on your face?”

He only grinned at her, which causes Rhaelle to sighs, ‘This boy.’ She thought.

Stannis, finally greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, “Grandmother.”

She smiled at him, “You need to smile more my boy.”

“I will, grandmother.” He responded.

Her face became serious, “Where is Renly?” she asks for her last grandson.

“Properly sulking somewhere.” Robert answered,

“And why is he sulking?” she asks.

“I stripped him of his land and titles.” He answered truthfully.

Rhaelle did not expect that answer, “Why?” she wonders.

“He is yet to marry grandma and from what I’ve been told, the Stormlands have yet to improve under his care.” He defends his decision.

Rhaelle couldn’t really disagree with him, Renly like Robert enjoyed the privilege that come with their title but not the responsibility.

“Who will rule the Stormlands in his stead?” she asks Robert.

“Steffon will.” Robert answered.

“Steffon? who in seven hells is Steffon?” she says.

“My first-born son, with that” he pauses looking at his grandmother, he saw the look she was giving him. He was aware that she knew his true feelings for that whore.

“With Cersei.” He corrected himself.

“I was under the impression that your first-born son with Cersei died at birth?” she says, now really confuse.

So, Stannis took it upon himself to explain what they’ve discovered so far, the other world, his now legitimize bastard nephew and nieces, the children of the other lords and ladies, their magic, Master Arol and his quest for them plus the payment they will receive once the quest is complete. Cersei’s attempt at murdering Robert's bastard children, and last but not least, Gendry being Steffon Baratheon, who Cersei had her brother the king slayer murder or at least attempted to murder at birth. Stannis explains that Gendry summoning and wielding Bright roar is solid evidence they have over the queen. Apparently only a blood relative can summon an heirloom with magic. He tells her that Pycelle will be brought here to confess, so when they confront the former queen, she and her brother won't be able to lie.

Rhaelle was never really one for anger, sure she made her opinion known on matters, but never anger. As Stannis informed her of what they had seen and discovered, her expression changed noticeably.

After hearing all this she final found her voice, “I remember telling you not to marry into that house.” She tells Robert.

“My lady, the realm needed stability after the rebellion.” Jon Arryn tried to defend Robert, knowing it is him who pushed for the marriage.

Rhaelle regarded Lord Arryn with an impartial expression before shifting her focus back to Robert.

“What are we to do know?” she asks.

Before Robert could answer, someone knock at the door, Ser Barristan answered and coming into the room was the commander the city watch, Janos Slynt.

“Your grace,” he said as he knelt to his king; he was not sure why the king summoned him, or why the lord hand and the master of ships was there.

“Give your sword to Barristan, Slynt.” Robert ordered, Slynt whose eyes were on the floor quickly looked up at the king, he wanted to ask why, but the look on the king's face made him think otherwise.

Ser Barristan hand was on his sword just in case Slynt made the wrong move, but the coward unsheathe his sword and gave it to the lord commander. Slynt then went back to looking at the four people sitting at the table.

“Tell me, Slynt, how many of my bastards have the queen ordered you to kill?” the king demanded, his voice daring the one eye cunt to lie to him.

“Your grace?” he tried to play dumb.

“Answer the question, Slynt!” Stannis raised his voice, tired of the fools' games. Of course, Slynt flinched at master of ships tone.

 Seeing he had no allies, Janos Slynt decided to squeal, he fell on his knees, “Your grace, it was the queens' orders, I had no choice but to obey, it was only one bastard, she wanted him gone, please your grace.” He pleaded; desperation laced his every words.

That’s all they need, Robert stood up, grabs his hammer, and walked towards the fool.

He continued to plead, “Your grace, please, I’ll take the black.”

Robert ignored him, and without saying another word, he lifted his hammer and brought it down, caving his skull, ending the cur's life.

He looked up at Ser Barristan, “Get someone to clean this up.” Barristan nodded and left the room.

He turns and sits down, downing another cup of wine, “Sorry, you had to see that grandma.” He told her, sounding apologetic.

She smiled at him, “It had to be done” she said.

A few moments later,

                Kings Chamber,

Slynt body was removed, the floor was clean, and his brains matter, and blood no longer disgrace it.

Robert had a quick meal with his family, before Pycelle arrives.

Maester Pycelle, an old man who served 4 kings, now stood Infront of Robert. Rhaelle has never liked the decrepit little shit. She remembers her brother calling him, in the few times he visited.

“Pycelle!! Kneel!!” Robert commanded of the old man.

Pycelle seeing his king was displeased, quickly knelt. He knew what this was about, the kings first born son, he declared dead, now lived, how will he ever explain this.

“Tell me grand maester, what did you think about my son wielding Bright roar.” The kings demanded.

“I don’t understand your grace.” He continues to play the fool.

Robert chuckled darkly, “he doesn’t understand, can you believe this.” He says to the people in the room with him.

Stannis spoke since this whole ordeal started, “what happen to Steffon, Maester?” he asks the old traitor.

Pycelle says nothing, ‘Probably trying to formulate a cleaver lie.’ Rhaelle thought but kept quiet.

“Ser Barristan.” The king only said, before Pycelle feels a sting at the back of his head, he falls headfirst on the floor, it took him a while to realize he was struck by the lord commander.

He tries to get back up to his kneeling position, blood running down his head, “My brother asks you a question maester.” Robert says.

He gets his breath under control, “The queen wanted the boy gone, I had n- no choice but to follow her order, please you grace, Mercey.” He begged.

Those in the room stared at him, the gall of this shit to ask for mercy after what he has done.

“Whose body, lays my sons crypt, Pycelle.” Robert demanded.

“A nobody, your grace.” He answers, fear is evident in his voice.

“To my understanding, the child also had blue eyes and black hair.” Jon Arryn added, the implication was clear to everyone.

Robbert face turn red with anger, Stannis grinded his teeth harder and the princess narrowed her eyes.

Finally, Robert stood, “I, Robert of House Baratheon, King of the seven kingdoms, sentence you to death, by beheading.” with a look Ser Barristan unsheathes his sword and in quick succession he took Pycelle’s head, before the Maester could continue pleading for his life.

“We will need a new maester.” Robert says to Jon Arryn who nodded.

“I will write to the citadel.” He answers.

Robert left the room with Barristan after kissing his grandmother on the cheek, Jon Arryn left to complete his task and Stannis accompanied his grandmother to her room.

Servants and guards came to remove Pycelle body and were ordered by Stannis to place his head on the traitor's wall. The servants began cleaning the room again.

Red Keep,

                Dining Hall,

The Stark family was having a quiet meal, the northerners were also there, not wanting to deal with many of the southerners. He looks over and saw Lord Karstark was talking to Roose about something, Maege was talking to the girls about the rebellion, a story he sees they always enjoy hearing.

Caitlyn always thought herself to be a devout follower of the seven, yet seeing the queen action towards her own child, showed her that she should never have treated Jon Snow the way she did.

“I hope they survive this mission of theirs and come home safe.” She tells her husband. He placed his hand on hers and interlock their fingers.

“Me too cat, me too.” He tells her, trying to reassure her.

Red Keep,

                Martell Chambers,

Oberyn was writing a letter for his brother and good sister, informing them of the events that took place so far, while his daughters and niece were discussing the new lord of Storms End.

“To be young again.” He said to himself.

Later In the Day,

             Kings Chamber,

Tywin did not expect this many people when he requested an audience with the king. The hand and the king's brother were not a surprise, but the princess leaving storms end was.

With greetings out of the way, he decided to start, “Cersei betrayed her duty, and her action is unbecoming of a member of House Lannister. House Lannister will not retaliate when the crown decides to punish her for such treason.” He said, his words driving the point across, he has forsaken Cersei.

“And what of the king slayer, he is as guilty as her.” Robert grunted out.

Tywin looked the king and the eye, “My son was following the order of the queen, as a member of the kings guard he did as he was told and he did not harm the boy, as she wanted him to.”

“He should still be punished for not bringing this treachery to the kings or the hands attention.” Stannis said.

“The crown owes House Lannister a substantiable sum of gold.” Tywin decided it was time to play his trump card. He could see the interest in the hand eyes, while the king and his brother narrowed their eyes. The princess face showed no emotion.

“I will forgive the debt in exchange for my son, return to casterly rock.” He continued.

Before the king could speak, Jon Arryn beat him to it. “He will have to confess Infront of the masses, his crimes and your daughter's involvement.”

Jon Aryn knew Robert would never agree, but they owed House Lannister 3 million gold dragons.

Tywin noticed how the hand referred to Cersei as his daughter, not as queen, ‘It seems her status has already been revoked.’ He thought.

“Very well, Jamie will confess that he was following the queens' orders,” before Tywin could continue Robert interfered.

“The king slayer will be whip for his treason and then banish to casterly rock.” He added, Tywin glared at him but kept his mouth shut.

“If I ever hear that he leaves the safety of Lannis port walls, I will call my banners and come for his head. Am I understood, Tywin.” He threatened.

After a few second of staring contest between the two, Tywin answered, “Very clear, your grace.” With that said, the king dismissed him, he bowed and left the room.

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The next day,

In the Dragon Pit,

Everyone retuned to the Dragon pit. They all greeted the princess, with a respectable bow and curtsies.

No one questioned why, the queen was absent, even though rumors were already going around. Some say the king killed her himself, others say she’s locked away in one of the rooms in the red keep, guarded by storm landers.

They knew Pycelle was dead, the king had the hand announce it to everyone. Now a young man name Kevin, Pycelle apprentice was there taking notes for the citadel, at least until a new grand master was sent.

Rhaelle sat between Stannis and Robert, Renly who met her earlier complained about Robert's action, she sighed seeing the childishness still apparent within her youngest grandson.

Melisandre said her prayers and the flame appeared again.

Rhaelle still couldn’t believe it, even though Stannis told her everything, but seeing it is another matter.

“Did you manage to find a way to stop their power from leaking into Westeros?” the king asks the red priestess.

“Yes, your grace, the rift that opened between our realms, was mended.” She says smoothly.

Everyone was happy with her answer, they did not want to continue feeling that oppressive feeling their powers bring.

They turn to the flames and see Gendry lying in bed, his chest exposed with bandages wrap around it, Tyr sat in chair by his side, guarding his master.

‘He looks like Stefon when he was young.’ Rhaelle thought, remembering her brave boy who died for a foolish king.

In the Flames,

Gendry slowly woke up, in an unfamiliar place.

“Where?” he whispers taking in the room.

“Master?” Tyr says hearing Gendry’s voice.

“Tyr? Where am I?” Gendry asks the young boy,

“We are in the royal palace.” He answers.

Gendry tries to sit up, but his body was still weak, “How long have I been here?” he wonders.

“I will go tell the others.” He quickly left the room before Gendry could ask anything.

A few minutes later, Mya, Bella, Tyr and Samwell he thinks his name his, walks in the room.

“You really have to stop scaring us like this, little brother.” Mya chastised him.

“Sorry.” He says with a small smile.

Samwell walked towards him and began examining him.

“So how long was I asleep?” he asks his sisters.

“7 days.” Bella answers.

“I see.” He responded.

“You will have to take it easy for a couple of days, eat and drink lots of water, but apart from that you will make a full recovery.” Samwell told him after his examination.

“Can I at least get out of this bed?” Gendry asks.

“Yes, you can.” Samwell answers, he then leaves the room.

“Get ready, they are serving breakfast.” Mya tells him, she follows Samwell and leave the room.

Bella stops at the door and look at Gendry getting out of bed, “Do you need any help getting ready?” her voice laced with worry.

“No, I’ll be fine Bella.” He answers her, grateful at her offer.

Tyr quickly laid his clothes of the bed, as a servant prepared a bath for his master.

In the Dragon Pit,

 “7 days.” Edmure was shocked.

“Using Haki at the extent that he did definitely have a major side effect on his body.” The red viper says, putting his training at the citadel to use.

“I knew it was too great of a power for mortals to handle easily.” Tyrion added.

Rhaelle silently took the presence of her two bastard granddaughters, they walked and talked with that Baratheon confidence. It brought warmth to her old heart.

In the Flames,

Gendry made his way down to the dining hall, with Tyr by his side. They arrive to a table where all their companions were sitting, eating and talking.

Jon and Master Arol were the first to see him, “It’s good to see you Gendry.” Master Arol welcomed him with that grandfatherly warmth.

“Master, hello everyone.” He greeted them, taking a seat between Mya and Bella, with Tyr seating by Bella.

“I’m glad you’re still in one-piece Waters.” Jon says with a smile, earning a chuckle from Gendry.

“Durrandon blood is hard to destroy, snow.” He responded with a smile.

A servant came and provided them with a large plate of food and a cup of drink. Gendry started eating like a man on his last meal and Tyr followed his master. Earning chuckle from most of the girls who found it cute.

Suddenly Master Arol cleared his throat catching all their attention at the table, “I will be leaving tomorrow for the Garden.” He says to Jon and Gendry’s surprise.

“May we know why, Master Arol?” Robb asks, curious like everyone else.

Master Arol nodded and waved his hand, a three clear bubble appeared and inside them were three devil fruits. The Dice-Dice fruits of Ramsey Snow, The Clap-Clap Fruit of Viserys Targaryen and the Clear-Clear Fruit Of Krogas.

“The fruits belong to the tree, and I will return them, plus I have to speak with the council once more.” he answers Robbs question.

Jon and Gendry remember the fruits leaving the body of those deceased man, but they never thought that it was their Masters doing.

“Are we to wait for you here, Master Arol?” Daenerys asks him.

“No, young one, you will continue to ride for Haddul, I will meet you there.” He answers.

“Haddull is a long way from here.” Loras states.

“We can rest at Sall, it’s a town that on the way to Haddul, we can even buy some supplies for the rest of the journey, if we run low.” Jon answered him, putting their minds at ease.

In the Dragon Pit,

“For such a small fruit could grant such power, it’s inconceivable.” Tyrion stated, many of the people in the dragon pit agreed with him, the things they could do with such fruits.

Bran could only look at how weird the fruits look, “They look weird.” He tells his sisters.

While everyone was gushing about the devil fruits, Rhaelle eyes was on this Jon Snow, the boy looks exactly like her late older brother, she could see Ducan in him.

She glanced at lord Stark, with a thousand questions running in her head, she has not thought of any of her siblings in decades. ‘Surely it’s a coincidence.’ She thought.

In the Flames,

“Gendry? may I ask you a question?” Samwell asks.

Gendry swallowed his food and answered, “Sure, ask away.” He answers.

Samwell took a moment, thinking carefully about his words, “How did you come into the possession of Bright roar?”

Both Mya and Bella stooped eating and glanced at their brother, waiting for his response.

“Bright Roar? Wasn’t that the Lannister long lost Valyrian steel sword?” Robb wondered aloud.

Daenerys took Robb Starks words in; she knows that she had to use blood magic to summon both Dark Sister and Blackfyre. ‘Is he a Lannister?’ she thought.

Gendry chuckled, “You are too smart for your own good Samwell Tarly.”

“To answer your question, I summoned it, the same way, our lovely Targaryen princess here summoned her family blades.” He continues, going back to eating.

“That requires blood relation to the heirloom for it to work, Gendry.” Daenerys states.

“That is correct.” He says to her.

It didn’t take long for them to understand what he meant, “I was born Stefon Baratheon, first born son of King Robert Baratheon and Queen Cersei Lannister, crown prince of the seven kingdoms, heir to the iron Throne.” He added, seeing the shock in their eyes.

In the Dragon Pit,

This confirmed all their theory and suspicion.

Myrcella and Tommen were happy; they are happy to have a big brother that is not Joffrey.

“What? He is clearly lying; I’m the crown prince.” He declares, anger lacing his voice.

He expected support but to his shock there was none.

“SIT DOWN BOY!!” Robert screamed at him, to everyone’s surprise, the boy had a moment of bravery and screamed back at the king.

“NO, YOU FAT PIG, YOU WILL NOT GIVE MY BIRTHRIGHT A NO NAME BASTARD!!!” he felt proud of himself but when he saw the look on his father’s face, fear consumed his soul.

Robeert quickly stood up, “WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!” he screamed, red in the face, before he could attack the boy, Stannis stepped in.

“Perhaps the prince will be better of confined to his chamber.” Stannis offered; he knew full well what Robert would do to the boy.

Robert looked at his brother and nodded at his words, a guard quickly arrived and dragged Joffrey to his room, with orders to not let anyone who isn’t himself or the hand inside.

The others saw the madness in the boys' eyes, his cruel words and the older ones quickly thought of Aerys, it was not a happy thought.

Sansa, who believed she was in love with the prince now felt conflicted, this was not how a prince is supposed to act.

Tywin said nothing, staring at the flames. His daughter raised such a pitiful boy. Yet through away, such a fine specimen. ‘Madness’ he thought.

The others simply continue to watch the flames as things quieted down.

In the Flames,

Everyone finished eating and left the table, when Gendry was about to leave Daenerys called to him.

“Gendry, may i have a moment.” She shyly requested.

 Gendry turned and looked at her still sitting at the table, he turns to Tyr, who was standing next to him,

“Today is a free day, my young apprentice, go have fun.” He told him, Tyr smile, bowed to his master and then left.

Gendry made his way to her, “Yes princess” he says with a smile, that make her blush.

She was flustered and decide to be direct, “the city is lovely at this time, would you like to go for a walk?” she asks, hoping he’d understand and take her on her offer.

Gendry look at her, confused at first and realization quickly dawned on him, “Sure, lead the way.” he accepts, smiling as she gets up, linking arms with him and they make their way outside the castle towards the bustling city.

In the Dragon Pit,

“It seems, betrothing them, will not be a bad idea after all.” Lord Arryn whispered to Robert. He responded with a grunt, still unhappy, but acknowledged the valid points made by Stannis and Jon.

In the Flames,

The flame switch and they see Master Arol with Robb and Jon in the throne room,

Another meeting with king Linsk was taking place, three new members were standing near the throne room. The king decided to introduce them.

“Master Arol, allow me to introduce my cousins, General Ogun,” he points at the youngest of the three, the young man bowed, he had dark skin, black hair with shaved sides, and dreadlocks on the top. He has orange eyes with light swirls as the iris.

“General Nimaiya,” the king introduced, said man, nodded at the at them, dark-skinned man with thick, black hair that is shaven and dyed green on the sides of his head.

“Lastly General Tōsen” he pointed at the dark skin man with dark brown braids. He has pupilless eyes that are a pale lavender, he looks blind to the westerosi guest surprise.

The three young men had the color, look and clothing, that befits a member of the royal house of Kmet.

“The new generation of the Pillars of Linsk” Master Arol says, amazed at how young the three are to hold such title.

Lord A decided to get the meeting Started, “we have come to a decision, Master Arol.” He states.

The room become quiet, “Kmet will take the field once more, when the time comes, the council may call on us to face these abominations and put down the dragon king once and for all.” He announces.

Master Arol, bowed, “The council will be honored to have the warriors of Kmet with us once more.” his words seem to appease the young King, who bade them farewell. Master Arol, Jon and Robb bowed and left the throne room.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Seems like they accomplished their goal.” Edmure said to no one in particular.

“Is it me or is this Tosen blind?” Renly asks around.

“Maybe being blind is not a handicap in Dakour, after all, it is a magical realm.” Tyrion states.

In the Flames,

The flames show them, Gendry walking with Daenerys, their arms have yet to unlinked.

“What do you do in your free time Gendry?” she asks him.

“Well, before all this started, I volunteered at an Orphannage,” he answers.

“Really? You like working with children?” she asks, not expecting someone call the god of destruction to have such interest.

Gendry chuckles, “I get that a lot, but the way I see it, Children are treasures, the greatest sin in this world is to damage those treasures” shocking her with his answer, she couldn’t help but smile at his words.

In the Dragon Pit,

“At least somebody value the life of children, it’s a good thing he wasn’t raise in Westeros.” The comment caught the attention of Robert and Tywin who knew what he meant. While Robert glared at the red viper, Tywin paid him no mind.

In the Flames,

The walk continues, until they see a fruit stand, where Gendry pays for two fruit cups, they find a balcony that overlooks the city, and they decide to rest there.

“So, a crown prince.” She says teasingly.

He chuckles, “Look who’s talking, aren’t you the heir to the Targaryen Dynasty?” he teases back.

They both shares a laugh, after a few second of silence, “why did you not pursue any relationship?” she asks him.

Gendry look at her, surprise at the question, his blue eyes piercing into her own violet, “Master Arol once told me to search for everything except love and death. He said, they will find you when the time comes.” He answers truthfully.

“Is he right?” She asks, moving her face closer to him.

“He has yet to be proven wrong.” Gendry answers as he leans in and gives her a passionate kiss.

In the Dragon Pit,

Many of the ladies and girls in the pit started blushing.

“I must say, he gets his sweet tongue from me.” Tyrion declares, earning a chuckle from both his brother and The red viper.

“He would have done well in  dorne.” He says.

“Those are wise words.” Stannis says, many agree with him.

Robert felt uncomfortable at the scene, unfolding in the flame.

In the Flames,

The flames switch and they see both Margaery and Daenerys sitting on a bed.

“So? How was it?” she asks.

“How was what?” she said, feigning ignorance.

“don’t be coy, Danny.” She pouts.

Danny laughs, “It was nice, we talked and” she hesitates.

“And?” Margaery probes.

“He kissed me.” She said with a blush.

Margery squeal with delight, “I am glad, it worked out.” She said, happy for her friend.

“So, what’s next” Daenerys wondered.

“Well, when we get to Sall, I’ll take him out, but for now we need the blessing of his sisters, so they don’t interfere and ruin our plans.” Margaery says, with Daenerys shaking her head in agreement.

The Baratheon sisters were protective of their little brother; it would be best to have them on board with the plan.

“The only obstacle we will face, is the Lannister’s.” Margaery gets up from the bed, returns with two cups of wine moments later, hands one to Danny, and sits back down.

“The Martell will want something for their support too.” Daenerys points out.

“The heads of the mountain and Amory Lorch should satisfy them” she says.

They continue their discussion, well pass mid-day.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Well, I’ll be, a conspiracy.” Renly says.

The others were shocked and some even impress at girls planning.

Tywin did not like the fact that there are offering his bannerman without his consent. While the Martell’s just kept on smiling.

In the Flames,

They left the room and made their way to the bath house in the city, where they saw both Bella and Mya. All four rented a private room, and Margaery decide to get this over with.

"To clarify, both of you have an interest in my brother. You plan on sharing his company and intend to govern Westeros similarly to Aegon and his sister-wives," Mya addresses them.

“That is correct.” Margaery confirms.

“Is my brother aware of your schemes?” She asks.

“I wouldn’t call it schemes.” Danny says defensively.

“I would.” Bella spoke for the first time since this meeting started.

Margaery clears her throat, “To answer your question, no, he is not aware, and we would appreciate it, if you don’t mention it to him.”

“And why would we do that?” Bella questioned, insulted at the idea.

“We do not wish for our relationship to become like Aerys and Queen Rhaella; we want to court him and eventually fall in love.” Margaery explains.

“I’m sorry Danny, I didn’t mean-” she tried to explain, but was cut off by Daenerys,

“No need to apologize, you’re not wrong, although, Gendry is not the type to treat us in such a manner.” She explains, with a small smile.

“Damn right, I would kick his ass if he did.” Bella exclaims.

“Why?” Mya simply asks.

“Because Westeros need and Honorable King.” Margary answers.

“We believe under Gendry’s rule a lot of wrongs. Would be set Right.” Daenerys added.

After a moment of silence, hoping the mange to convince the sister, Mya spoke, “Very well, but be warn, one act of deceits, I will kill you both myself.” She threatens.

Both girls nodded, “Well, welcome to the family.” Bella says hugging both girls, thank Yahwe the steam from the bath, block her assets.

In the Dragon Pit,

Many of the young boys blushed at the sight of the legitimate daughter of the king's form, sure they couldn’t see her both, the steam really did not leave much for the imagination.

Orlena was amused at her granddaughter's action.

Many would not wish what Queen Rhaella went through at the hand of Aerys on their worst enemies.

In the Flames,

The next day, our westerosi natives were on their horse, standing outside the walls of Krall.

The northerner Dire wolves were laying on the ground, yet their eyes were still on guard.

Master Arol who was standing in front of them, “Robb Stark will lead this team until, we meet again in Haddul, any objection?” He declared that he could see the surprised look on many of their faces. Even his students were surprised, but none came.

“Good luck and may Yahweh blessing protect you.” He says, watching them ride into the horizon.

Once they were out of sight, Arol waved his staff, opening a blue portal. He then walked through it towards the garden, and the portal closed.

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In the Flames,

A montage of our Westerosi natives riding their horses through swamps, forests, plains, days turn into nights, until finally they all sit inside a cave, resting.

It was already nighttime when they made camp, they sat around the fire, courtesy of Jon, their only source of light. Tormund and Theon were drinking, discussing their latest whoring.

The woman was making small talks, Robb and Jon was discussing their dwindling resources with Loras, who was in charge of managing it, a position he volunteered for, to the surprise of his sister.

Two people were missing, Gendry and Tyr, it was their turn to check the perimeter, ever since they left Krall, the group have been drawing straws to see who would patrol while the others rested, now it was Gendry and Tyr who drew the short straw.

“Lady Bella?” Samwell calls to her from across the fire, his arm in a tight embrace around Gilly.

It was not a secret among them that the two were found of each other, Bella remembered Daenerys threaten Sam, about what will happen if he hurt Gilly. The look of terror on the shy, chubby boys face, was an amusing sight to see.

“Yes?” she responds, not sure what he wants.

“What exactly happened in Cytryl?” he asks, ever since he met Gendry he wanted to ask him, it’s not every day you meet someone with such a Tittle, but the Boy was so damn intimidating, he was afraid to approach him, well, unless it was in matters of healing.

“You are too inquisitive, Samwell Tarly.” Mya answers, with a disapproving look.

Bella chuckles, when she sees the embarrassed look on Samwell face. She could tell Mya’s words made him nervous, as she saw his arm tighten around Gilly.

“Stop embarrassing the boy, Mya, I’ll answer your question Samwell.” She defends him, everyone was now paying attention, curious about the town's destruction.

In the Dragon Pit,

They would be lying if they didn’t say they were eager to know how the son of the king destroyed a town.

Lady Tarly was happy to see the horrors of this realm did not suppress her son inquisitive side; she was also surprised to see that her son had started courting someone.

Her husband was not of the same mind, the weakness Samwell is showing, disgusted him. ‘He will always be the same little piggy’ he thought.

In the Flames,

Cytryl was a normal town, built at the base of a mountain, a small town by westerosi standard. It was full of life, bustling markets, children playing on the street. It was what many would consider a haven, in these dark times.

Bella and Mya is seen walking in the town market, looking at the goods. Today she was going to make Gendry’s favorite dish, Velvety Omelet and rice stew with Potatoes and egg salad. A side of fresh picked grapes and Ripened sweet oranges.

“So, what are we doing here, Mya?” Bella asks, bored out of her mind.

“Shopping, sister.” She answered, she told her more than 5 times, yet her little sister is still in her own world.

“It’s taking so long though.” She wines.

Mya sighed, “We are almost done.” She answers, sometime being the responsible one is exhausting.

“You said that an hour ago.” She continues, pouting like a child.

In the Dragon Pit,

Many of the children laugh and some of the adults chuckled at Bellas tantrum.

“She’s got Robert's impatience.” Princess Rhaelle says.

In the Flames,

“Why isn’t Gendry suffering here with me.” She continues.

“He is helping in the town Orphanage.” Mya answers, stopping to pick up some of the Oranges in the stall in front of her.

Bella huff, “He should still be here.”

Mya gain tick on her forehead, preparing to reprimand her little sister, “Bella if you-” she stops halfway, when she feels something that’s sends shivers down her spine.

“Mya” Bella says as she slowly, removes her staff from her back.

“Yeah, I feel it too.” She responds.

In the Dragon Pit,

Everyone in the dragon pit waited with bated breath, wondering what could have caused the shift of mood between the sisters.

In the flames,

The sisters look around, on alert, trying to see who could have caused this change in the air. Bella tightens her hands around the staff, when she finally located the culprit.

In front of them stood a man, a tall, lean man of fair complexion, whose hair is a similar tone of brown, a soft, shaggy curtain style. His almond-shaped eyes, with irises that are cat-like in appearance and are of a plum red color.

He wore a white robe, with black shirt and pants underneath. He had a sword that radiated death on his left hip.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Who the hell is that?” Robert exclaimed, not liking the look on the whoresons face.

“Wait, didn’t they say, they fought the Dragon king, in the town?” Arya asked around.

“So, this is,” Tyrion begin,

“The Dragon King.” the red viper added what many was thinking.

‘So, this who was causing all this commotion’, some of them thought.

In the Flames,

The stranger, who seems to be looking for something or someone, turns and makes eyes contact with them, he then smiles, it was the kind of smile that didn’t reach one’s eyes.

“Hello there.” He says, walking slowly towards them.

Mya, not wasting any time, quickly removed her longbow from her waist and shot her Haki imbued arrow at him. The arrow was meant to hit him between the eyes, but to their shock he caught it with his left hand.

“Now, that was quite rude.” He says, as he snaps the Haki imbued arrow in two pieces.

In the Dragon Pit,

“He caught it.” Bran says amazed that such action was possible.

“He has incredible reflexes.” The red viper says, narrowing his eyes at the man.

 “I don’t know anyone here who can do that.” Renly points out, as much as he was pissed at Robert, he was afraid for his niece's safety.

In the Flames,

The man rushed forward, Mya already on alerts, launched three more arrows, the man speed was so great that he evades each arrow, it was as if he was teleporting after each arrow.

Before they knew it, he was in front of them, he imbued his fist with Haki and drive it forward, delivery a powerful punch to Mya’s face. Mya had time to harden the right side of her face, hopping her Haki was strong enough to cancel out the hit, but this mysterious man's Haki was on another level.

She was violently sent flying back across the market, until she hit a building, destroying it in the process, she was now buried under the rubble.

“MYA!!!” Bella screamed, but before she could act, the man disarmed her and lifted her up by the throat.

“Now, allow me to introduce myself.” He says with that same creepy smile, in the midst of the chaos around him. The people in the market panicked, after Mya shoot her first arrow and now, they ran away, leaving the three in a now deserted market.

In the Dragon Pit,

“That Bastard.” Robert grumbles darkly.

The Baratheon’s did not like what they were seeing, while the others hope the girls are not harmed.

In the Flames,

“My name is Daemon; I am looking for a thief who has stolen something precious from me.” He says after introducing himself.

“I doubt I can help you.” Bella growled out, unable to fully speak as the pressure on her throat by Deamon's hand, was getting tighter.

“Oh, I don’t know about that, see, from my understanding he is your brother.” Daemon responds.

In the Dragon Pit,

“So, he came for Gendry.” Edmure states.

“He is aware that Gendry possesses the devil fruit he created.” Jamie realized with a frown, he hoped his nephew stayed away from this man.

In the Flames,

When Bella decided not to respond, he applied more pressure, squeezing the life out of her.

Bella was fighting to desperately remove his hand, she began to punch him in the face, Daemon, not bothered continued to apply even more pressure, this of course, weaken Bella even more as her punches slowly turned into weak slaps, until finally she stopped fighting, he arms fell by her side and her vision darkens.

In the Dragon Pit,

“I’LL Kill him!!!” Robert screamed out, he did not want to witness the death of his daughter.

Stannis narrowed his eyes, while the Baratheon children had tears in their eyes.

The Martell, were worried for the girl, hoping someone come to save her. Their quarrel was not with the girl but her father, ‘Dorne doesn’t arm little girl.’ Oberyn remembers his elder brother telling him.

The other did not react, but to see such a young warrior's light extinguish at such an age was not a pleasant thing to see.

In the Flames,

When all hope was lost, something burst through the rubble of the destroyed building, “Overheat” they heard, it was Mya, she shot a thick rope made of condensed strings from her palm and whips it at Daemon.

Daemon, not wanting to waste unnecessary energy quickly releases Bella who fell to the ground and trying to inhale as much oxygen as she could. He jumps back, evading the attack, an attack strong enough to cut through the ground.

A wounded Mya, with blood coming from her lips and nose, clothes ripped apart, stood in the wreckage of the destroyed home.

In the Dragon Pit,

Robert released a breath he did not know he was holding, his little fawn was safe, bruised, yes, but safe.

“What a woman.” Garlan states, amazed at the girl's resilience, this of course earned him a look from his grandmother.

In the Flames,

Daemon, look her way and smiled, “Your still alive, amazing.” He says, almost sounding impressed, while Mya glares at him.

Bella who finally got her bearings, stare angrily at the man, seeing that he was preoccupied with her sister, she took the chance to attack.

“Yaki Mochi” she inflates her mochi forearm until the pressure causes it to explode, propelling her Haki-embedded fist at him from the close distance. The speed of the fist is so high that it catches on fire due to friction.

Daemon blocks the attack with his palm, but the speed launches him backward, dragging him across the deserted market, destroying stalls along the way, until finally he stops several meters away.

Smoke appears from his hand, and he narrows his eyes, at being rudely interrupted.

In the Dragon Pit,

“That’s my girl!!” Robert boasts loudly yet still worried for his daughters.

“They need to make a run for it.” Renly states, like everyone in the pit, he could tell they were not a match for this Daemon.

In the Flames,

Bella, stood back up, still wobbly from being deprive of oxygen, made her way towards her sister, who collapse, “Mya, are you okay?” she asks, worry written all over her face, as she helps her sister sit, with her back to what use to be the roof of the building.

“I’m, fine,” she whispers, Bella did not believe her one bit.

“We need to find Gendry and get out of here.” Mya manage to add, her vision was getting blurry, she must have hit her head, harder than she thought.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Where is Gendry?” Shireen ask no one, worried for her cousin's safety, Tommen and Myrcella both wondered the same, not wanting anything bad to happen to their elder half-sisters.

“If he doesn’t show up, they will die.” Tyrion added with a serious look on his face.

In the Flames,

Daemon started making his way towards the two Baratheon bastards. When suddenly he felt it, unbridled rage.

He looks towards its direction and sees a figure jumping from one of the buildings close to the Market, with a Warhammer imbued with Haki.

“Here he is” said a thrill, Daemon. He unsheathes his sword, which releases a wave of trepidation into the air; and imbues it with Haki ready for his opponent.

Gendry Warhammer was bristling with power; he roared like the true lion that he is, as he brought it down with all his might upon this cur who would threaten his sweet sisters.

As the dragon king swung his sword to meet Gendry’s Warhammer, the two Haki powered weapons clashed with power that was inconceivable.

The ground shook, powerful gusts of wind were coming from them, sending debris flying everywhere, every single item in the market square was blown away, building windows within the vicinity shattered into a thousand pieces.

In the Dragon Pit,

Everyone was amazed at the display of power, to witness such thing was unbelievable.

Arya was the first to exclaim, “Father look, their weapons aren’t touching each other!!!”

The others look at the direction she was pointing at, and to their surprise, the two weapons were free from each other.

In the Flames,

The weapons were separated by a red ball of energy, trying to overpower the other. The Dragon King and Gendry face was shown, one with a look of determination and the other of amusement.

Their pupils were brimming red, with power, as a violent black reddish lightning crackles in front of them, expanding and encompassing, not just the market plaza but the whole of Cytryl.

With a final push, their power evenly match repels them back a few feet from their original position.

In the dragon pit,

“They’re evenly matched.” Tyrion said.

“They are not, Lord Tyrion.” The blackfish says, still trying to process what he was witnessing.

When Tyrion gave him a perplex look, Ser Barristan explained, “The dragon king is not taking the fight seriously.” He says, the implication started to scare and worry many of them.

In the flames,

“Not bad, the old fool trained you well” said an Impress Daemon.

Gendry said nothing, he was still in battle mode and would not be distracted.

Daemon gave him a menacing smile, “but not well enough” with that said he released a powerful wave of black Conquerors Haki at Gendry, who responded in kind releasing a red wave of Conquerors Haki.

The two Conquerors Haki clashes, two spheres of black and red trying to overpower each other again. The people outside the town, who manage to escape the carnage, started passing out, while both Mya and Bella couldn’t move an inch.

In the Dragon Pit,

“I see what you mean, Ser Barristan.” Tyrion says.

“I must say, I’m quite happy we don’t have to feel the power of those two.” Mace points out, he was right, if the red priestess did not fix the rift, they were pretty sure many of them would have passed out by know.

In the flames,

The spheres, unable to overpower each other, cancel out. Daemon with a smile on his face and Gendry with a look that could melt steel.

Gendry still pissed charges towards Daemon, and the two start to clash all over the town, their speed to fast for the naked eye, they were now moving in blurs of black and red, followed by a great destruction of buildings, even the town roads stood no chance.

“Not bad at all.” He says during a momentary weapon struggle, before they return to the violent blur of red and black.

Daemon saw an opening and strike with his sword, only for Gendry to dodge the strike. Quickly retaliating, screams out, “S1:Gekishin” he rears his fist back and thrust it forward, directly cracks the air in front of Daemon, causing severe damage as the shockwaves directly pass through his body.

The shockwave destroyed much of the market, the ground of the town split open from the attack, Daemon was propelled backwards at a high velocity, creating dust and debris as he finally came to a stop.  

Once the dust settled, a wounded Daemon stood with blood trickling down his mouth. It appeared that he had not anticipated the boy mastering his fruit. The attack took him by surprise, evident from the expression on his face.

“Well, that is a surprise.” he says, wiping the blood from his lips. His surprise expression turns to anger once he sees the blood on his sleeves.

In the Dragon Pit,

“They are far from the market.” Brandon said, when he saw them deep inside the town.

“Gendry manage to move them away from his sister.” Ser Barristan said, amazed at the boy, tactical prowess.

In the Flames,

“Very well, I’ll entertain you for a little bit.” he says before he started releasing more of his power and surged forward, the blurs of black and red started again, but this time, Daemon slightly had the upper hand.

Gendry knew he was getting overpowered, it was slowly happening, but he knew if this dragged on, he would lose.

He swung his Warhammer towards Daemon head, Daemon jumps back and manage to dodge it, only for Gendry not trying to give him time to breath, spin his Warhammer, pointing it at Dameon, he says, “S3:Rokusenman Boruto Jamubūru”  just then a large, serpentine dragon made of electricity come out the hammer, the dragon flies at Daemons direction.

Thinking that he could handle such attack at his current level, he tries to behead the dragon, but to his shock, once his blade passed through it, he was electrocuted with the equivalent of 60 million volts.

The only audible sound was the scream of Daemons in agony.

In the Dragon Pit,

“He could use lightning too.” Tyrion said.

“It seems, your son is not the only lightning lord amongst them, Roose.” Lord Karstark tells the flaying lord.

“It’s different, from young Domeric powers.” The red viper says, catching the attention of the people.

“What do you mean uncle?” Arienne asks.

"Young Domeric needs his 'homies' to use his powers, but the prince can produce lightning at will." He answers.

“A real Strom lord.” Shireen says, at awe.

“He continues to impress.” Stannis says, looking at the direction of the Lannister’s. Tywin knew this was directed at him, but he remained silent.

In the Flames,

Daemon appeared, His body was burned black, he looked damaged beyond repaired. He then started laughing, like a maniac possess, “Fascinating, absolutely fascinating.” He says, through bouts of deranged laughter.

He limped towards Gendry, “Tell me, did you master all five or just these two?” he asks, to Gendry’s shock, his body started to slowly heal, his flesh that was once burnt as the darkest night, now, had some color return to him.

In the Dragon Pit,

“He can heal himself.” Tyrion was shocked, this is not a man.

“That is not good.” Mace Tyrell says, hoping his children never face such a foe.

“He should be dead, such a wound, is impossible to heal.” The red viper said, he was baffled, Dakour once again surprises him.

In the Flames,

Gendry had a scowl on his face, ‘How much more will it take to kill this bastard.’ He though irritably.

They both rushed at each other, and the fighting continues, they returned to the blurs of black and red. Now slower than they were in the beginning, with Gendry weakened by using too much of his power and Daemon wounds, which have yet to be fully healed.

Gendry delivers a downward strike, which Daemon skillfully evades. The hammer crashes into the floor, causing the stone to shatter. This of course was a mistake on Gendry’s part, since this left him open.

"I've got you," Daemon says, as he rears his arm back, forms a Haki-infused fist, and punches Gendry squarely in the jaw with such force that he is sent flying directly into the mountain. The impact creates a cave, turning the hole into Gendry’s personal tomb.

In the Dragon Pit,

“Gods Damnit!!” Robert shouts, startling many in the dragon Pit.

“Calm yourself, Robert.” The last Targaryen princess, snap, Robert looks at his grandmother, seeing the look on her face he quickly complies.

The Dragon King had won, and now they were worried for the Baratheon girls.

In the Flames,

Daemon smiles, he sheathes his sword, his body was healing but it was at a slower pace than he expected. “That attack was more powerful than I thought.” He says to himself, but this only means that his experiment was a success, now he will have to retrieve the boy’s body to begin extracting the fruit.

 He looks toward the mountain, where he had sent him flying, he slowly made his way toward it, when he arrived at the market plaza, he was once again interrupted.

The two sisters, barely able to stand, where in front of him, blocking his path, he laughs at them, “Really, you two plan to stop me, at your current power.” He mocks.

The cave was shown, and inside it, someone was walking towards its exit. It was Gendry, he was walking towards the light of the exit and Haki was crackling like a sharp whip with each step he took, a testament of his power. Gendry was really cutting loose, no longer wanting to hold back, he was releasing every ounce of power he had left. 

He reached the end and gazed at the town below. Leaping off the cave, Gendry shouted loudly, “Hey, Fuck face!!!” catching the attention of the dragon king.

His right arm lit up with power, he was like a star with the amount of Haki he was concentrated in his arm.

Mya and Bella looked up, “Gendry” they said with tears in their eyes, both relieved that they wouldn’t have fight in the state that they are in.

Gendry still a hundred meters above the town, shouted, “you worm!!!”

“Who do you think you are attacking!!!” he continued, the dragon king, looking shock at the amount of Haki this mortal had literally in his fist.

“They are Princesses of House Baratheon!!!” He said, his fist was now shaking the air around it, the sky lit up like a star, as his fist distorts reality itself.

“And they, are, my, sweet, sisters!!!” he finished.

“Galaxy” his eyes were raging with power, no longer the calming blue they once were, but Red and glowing violently.

The heavens forcefully open up, as if he his commanding it.

“Shit” the dragon king says as he quickly hardened his entire body, he has yet to fully heal, and this will hurt a lot.

Mya and Bella quickly hid, protecting themselves from what their brother will unleash.

“Impact!!!” Gendry thrust his fist forward, releasing all the power he had stored in it. a massively powerful shockwave punch that surrounds an enormous radius, devastating anything in its range.

The ground evaporated, violent winds appeared, as the energy of death expanded, encompassing the whole town. The buildings faced with such heat started to melt. Even, part of the mountain base was not spared, the Baratheon boy’s fury.

The Dragon King was hurled from one melting building to another at high speed.

Gendry appeared, fist glowing gold and black, eyes fiery red like an enraged deity.

The attack shimmered in golden light as the winds raged, with a golden pillar slowly fading. Bloodied, the dragon king glared at the defiant boy.

Gendry is shown falling, arms crossed and eyes still aflame with power.

In the dragon pit,

“By the seven.” The Targaryen princess says, she was amazed at what her great-grandson was capable off, but this.

“What is he?” Edmure chokes out, the boy continues to amaze him.

Tywin Lannister, felt his rage return, Cersei tried to deprive him of the perfect heir. The one who would see their family name last thousands of years. the two Lannister brothers sensing their father's bad mood, said nothing, but even they couldn’t deny what the boy is. Joffrey would never be able to compare to him.

The others stared wide eyes at the flames, unable to speak.

In the flames,

Gendry lands, shaking the ground, he looks at Daemon, bloodied and burnt, waiting for him to make his next move.

Daemon manages to stand at his full height, he realizes that he will need more power to end this insignificant cur, started to release more of his power,

Gendry sensing this, took a fighting stance, even though he had sweat trickling down his face, he had put all he had into the last attack, he doubt he would be able match what the fool was planning.

To Gendry’s luck, before the dragon king could make his move, a black portal opened behind him, to his shock and surprise the portal begin to pull him in.

“Seems like I’ve run out of time, next time you will give me what is mine, Human.” He says to Gendry, he then stopped resisting the power of the blackhole and allowed it to draw him in, disappearing from the now barren land that use to be the town of Cytryl.

Gendry was shocked at first but then he fell down, passed out from his injuries and using so much power.

“Gendry!!” Both sisters called out, limping toward their little brother, worried for his health.

In the Dragon Pit,

“It’s finally over.” Tyrion exhaled.

They all hoped that the upcoming fights would not resemble this one, but they knew such an expectation was too much to ask for. Many could only hope their children were strong enough to face such foes.

In the flames,

“Where am i?” Gendry says, when he finally opens his eyes,

“Gendry, are you okay?” Mya asks, Gendry have never seen her so worried.

“I’m fine, sister.” He replies, his voice slightly hoarse.

“Here drink this.” Bella says, as she places a cup on water on his lips.

After drinking like a dehydrated man, he asks them, “How long?”

“Two months, little brother.” Mya answers, she was fully healed.

“What did I miss?” he tries to joke.

"Master Arol has summoned us," Bella says. He could see the finger marks from the dragon king's grip are still faintly visible on her neck.

“Why would Master, summon us?” he wonders.

“No clue, but we are to depart for Andrel, as soon as you are feeling better.” Mya tells him.

It was nighttime, when the flames show the three siblings, leaving the cabin they were in, all three had a black and yellow hood covering them from head to toe.