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Ajax Alexander

"Being a hero doesn't mean you're invincible; it means you're brave enough to stand up and do what's needed."

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a character in “Crowns, Empires and Swords”, as played by CreativityIsPower

Description

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Name
Ajax Alexander

Age
Twenty-Two

Appearance and Build
Ajax physique can be very intimidating thing to come face to face with. He keeps his dirty blonde hair cut short and has a manicured scruff. He has intensely captivating crystal blue eyes that he is said to have inherited from his father. Broad shoulders, massive biceps and a shredded 7-foot-5, 295-pound frame. His height helps spread out his weight. His strength gives him a rather filled out form, but he is not regarded as being overweight, just muscular. Between horse back riding, sword fighting and training with the gladiators of Salamis the half-god has the body of a god and strength to match. When it comes to his attire you are unlikely to see Ajax dressed in the luxury robes of royalty. He days are most spent training so when he is seen it is commonly clothed in only protective garments around his waist while having a mostly bare upper torso adorned with wrist-guards and belts to hold further weapons and returned to using a shield. Majestic. Every thing about him carries dignity and authority with it; his look is meant to strike, sometimes with terror, and sometimes with gratitude, but always with respect.

What/ Who they are?
He is the King of the Kingdom of Salamis. He like his cousins is known as and often called the half-god because of his godly parent. He is the son of Jupiter and Queen Alcmene. He is also known as the Champion of Salamis as he has remains undefeated in the gladiatorial games held in the kingdom.

Where they live?
Ajax calls the Kingdom of Tripartite his home but he lives in the city capital of Aianteio in the kingdom of Salamis.

Allies & Enemies
The Kingdom of Tripartite has just entered in an alliance with the South Atlantic and North Pacific kingdoms. They don't have any enemies at this time but only time well tell if it stays that way.


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Personality

Ajax is a man who would prefer to lead on the battlefield instead of ruling from a throne. He is a born warrior, and most of his skills lie in the area of martial expertise. He isn't a very politically ambitious man, much to his mother's annoyance, and often turns down her frequent urgings that he should remove himself from the forefront of battle and settle into his throne. He has little interest in politics and court intrigue; by his own admission. Political maneuvering is just not his way, he sees himself foremost as a soldier who when confronted with a problem would rather take out his sword and cuts its head off to be done with it all together.

Ajax is a brave, strong and caring man, though at times he can be stubborn, prideful and assertive much like his father Jupiter. He has high levels of inattention, is highly distract-able, impulsive and restless, hyperactive or hypersensitive (ADHA). While somewhat arrogant, Ajax believes in working hard to earn titles and position. Ajax is a man who's respect is earned never given. He doesn't care about what you think your birthright entitles you to if you haven't earned it than you do not deserve it. It is as simple as that.

He's time spent training with the gladiators has given him a great deal of respect for them. It is because of them that he doesn't view people by their social stature but by who they are inside. To him a person is only deemed worthless when they themselves have proven that they have no worth.

Ajax' religious beliefs are a matter of debate. At certain times he seems to deny the existence of any gods, although at other times Ajax seems to acknowledge them as presently involved in his life. He was the last of the four half-gods to actually believe in and acknowledge was the son of his godly parent. It wasn't until Ajax finally accepted who he was that he was able to untap his true potential and really become the son of Jupiter. While he now accepts who he is the fact that the Gods do not have contact with their mortal children makes Ajax resent his father. However, in times when Ajax has been in need of and asked for Jupiter's help has father has never let him down.

He has a strong sense of honor and justice as shown by his great compassion. He greatly cares for his friends and family willing to risk his life to protect or help them. He loves to laugh and make jokes, and would try to lighten up tense situations with his sense of humor. Unlike some of his family members, he never hesitates to speak his mind, which when paired with his rather sword first words later makes him a loose cannon.

During his free time, he likes to play competitive sports and games, especially anything that involves a physical challenge. He is well known to physical participate in the gladiatorial games of the city, much again to his mother's disapproval. His keen intellect and deadly skill combine to make him a true master of war. Despite his somewhat reckless nature, Ajax is a born leader and a great one at that. He has a love for his family, his friends, his People and his Kingdom that is undeniable. Ajax maybe a half-god but at the end of the day he sees himself as nothing more than just a man. He is a man before he is anything else and being but a man he is not perfect. He has many flaws as he is somewhat arrogant and his temper and caring tongue is not one that a King should probably have. However, it is part of what makes him human and despite his flaws he is a good man and a great king.



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Skills and Abilities


Combat Prowess

Before his gladiatorial training, Ajax was already an adept warrior, being able to utilize sword and shield with skill as well as having impeccable aim in throwing a spear. His own fighting abilities allowed him to take on four gladiators at one time, even before his own training as one. Following his gladiatorial training, Ajax greatly develops his fighting abilities and eventually becomes the true Champion of Salamis. Ajax is skilled in multiple styles of combat and in use of a cross-section of weapons. Being able to fight with a sword and shield, single-sword, dual-swords and use of the spear, both as a weapon and projectile. He has also used an axe, cestus, hammer, aquila and is extremely proficient in unarmed combat.

Ajax "signature techniques" are;

• Skillfully throwing his sword at his opponent, impaling them. He was told by his instructor that throwing his sword in the arena is equal to death, so he generally throws his sword only when fighting as a Dimachaerus, leaving him with his other weapon to protect himself.

• Jumping towards the opponent (generally he jumps off something) and trying to stab them. He doesn't do this move to often as it is a difficult technique to use. In the times that he has done it thought it has proven to be successful.

Tactical Ability

Altogether, Ajax is a force to be reckoned with in both the arena and on the battlefield. His keen intellect and deadly skill combine to make him a true master of war. He is a skilled strategist and tactician and has knowledge of the strategies used across the lands. These traits, coupled with his bold, proficient tactics have provided invaluable leadership to the kingdom's army, giving them an unblemished record in battle.

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Half-god Abilities

Half-gods are relatively stronger, more agile, and more durable than regular mortals, and have more resistance to diseases. As a child of Jupiter Ajax has strong abilities over lightning and the wind. He can send volts of electricity out of his hands without problem. He can control the wind, the older and stronger he gets the more dangerous and powerful the winds become. He can whip the wind at dangerous speeds. Able to summon lightning from the sky. He feel strengthened when in the air, and can breathe in the highest reaches of the atmosphere. Ajax being the son of Jupiter has a god-like strength that out ranks his half-god cousins. Heightened senses and natural aptitude for battle. He has greater battlefield reflexes and the ability to predict where an opponents will strike before they do. Being the son of Jupiter; Ajax holds divine authority over the creatures of the sky as well as weather, having powers that are greater than the children of nearly every other god. Ajax has the power of Aerokinesis, Atmokinesis and Electrokinesis.

• Aerokinesis: The power to manipulate the air.

- Create/generate/increase, shape and manipulate air and all forms of wind from tornadoes, hurricanes, vertical drafts, micro-bursts and other devastating forms of wind. Naturally can also create any less extreme air/wind movement.

- Air Attacks

~ Air Ball Projection: Create and launch spheres of air/wind.
~ Air Beam Emission: Release beams of air/wind.
~ Air Blast: Release air/wind over a specific target area.
~ Air Bolt Projection: Release many low powered projectiles of air/wind.
~ Air Bomb Generation: Create bombs/explosions of air/wind.
~ Air Breath: Discharge air/wind blasts from mouth.
~ Air Bullets: Fire in short sequence over a wide area.
~ Air Infusion: Empower and energize anything touched or used (usually a weapon) with air/wind.
~ Air Wave Emission: Send out a wave of air/wind that repels everything.
~ Expanding Air Bolts: Project air/wind that expands rapidly on contact with an object.
~ Formulated Air Blasts: Release blasts of air/wind in a form of a creature or object.
~ Hand Blasts: Release air blasts from hands.
~ Missile Generation: Create missiles of air/wind.
~ Omnidirectional Air Waves: Send out a wave of air/wind in all directions.
~ Razor Wind: Use air/wind to slice enemies.
~ Reflective Attacks: Release attacks of air/wind that can bounce off of any surface.
~ Scatter Shot: Release air/wind blasts that split into multiple fragments.
~ Sword Beam Emission: Release air/wind blasts from swords and other such bladed weapons.
~ Zap: A tiny short release of air/wind to cause pain or discomfort, usually too low-powered to be destructive.

- Air Solidification, Density Manipulation, and Pressure Manipulation via controlling air molecules.

~ Aerokinetic Constructs, including weapons, walls, armor or allies/servants.
~ Crushing works by increasing air pressure.
~ Vibration Emission works by releasing bursts of compressed air molecules.

- Atmospheric Adaptation: The lungs acclimatize and respirate in/on any gaseous mediums, whether hostile or deficient, users lungs also filter away non-gaseous substances such as dust, asbestos, etc. They can breathe toxic gases instead of oxygen and survive montane, aerial, or terrene air deficiency, which are among the longest and most painful deaths the average human can suffer.

- Electrical Immunity: Body is unharmed and immune to electricity

- Elemental Telekinesis by manipulating the air.

~ Repel projectiles by controlling air vectors.
~ Enhanced Strength/Tactile Telekinesis by using air pressure to lift heavy objects and land harder strikes.

- Enhanced Senses using wind:

~ Enhanced Touch by reading the airwaves and feel any disturbances.
~ Enhanced Hearing by amplifying air molecule vibrations.

- Enhanced Speed by reducing air resistance and utilizing pressurized air for propulsion.
~ Jet Propulsion by using compressed air pressure for supersonic bursts.

- Manipulate the various gaseous molecules within the atmosphere for various effects.

~ Combustion/Explosion Inducement forcing volatile elements to ignite via friction.
~ Deoxygenation by removing the oxygen in the atmosphere.
~ Generate explosive and propulsive energy via nitrogen.
~ Purification of the air by removing hazardous molecules.
~ Rot/Rust Inducement by oxidizing the target's area.
~ Vacuum Creation by removing all air molecules out of the area.

- Various forms of traveling:

~ Aerokinetic Flight: Able to take flight by riding the air currents, by a wind storm like a tornado, and/or self produced air/wind.
~ Air Walking: Can walk on the air, treating it like a solid matter. He can run and move across the air as if walking on the ground, giving them greater maneuverability in his environment.
~ Levitation: Can cause oneself/subjects/objects to hover/float in the air unassisted, allowing the user to carelessly float in the air and prevent their bodies from making contact with the ground below.

• Atmokinesis: He can sense, create, shape and manipulate weather, ie. the meteorological patterns, creating rain, wind, hail, lightning, snow, sleet, fog and temperature changes. This includes the ability to generate various natural phenomena or control the intensity of the weather in highly concentrated (inside room) or vastly extended (continental) areas.

There are four main factors of Weather manipulation:

- Air Manipulation - for wind and related effects.
- Electricity Manipulation - lightning in all variations.
- Thermal Manipulation - make it cold or hot.
- Water Manipulation - rain, snow, fog etc.

- Aerial Adaptation: Able to withstand extremely high or low air pressure (not becoming disoriented or deprived of the normal breathing capacity), and high wind friction; this is accompanied by an innate immunity to the vertigo and/or fear of heights.

- Electricity Manipulation for various electric effects:

~ Lightning Bolt Direction/Electrical Beam Emission: Can summon lightning bolts from the sky or project them from their hands, using them to blind, stun, and/or severely burn their opponents even to the point of death. They can range, from minor to fatal voltage. If enough power is generated he could destroy and/or vaporize matter. Unlike normal bolts of lightning, they could use them as concussive or even piercing forces.
~ Lightning Calling: Has the power to send lightning from the sky that could be used to blind, stun, and/or severely burn their opponents even to the point of death they can range, from minor to fatal voltage.
~ Create electric bursts and/or shock-blasts.

- Environmental Adaptation: The power to survive and adapt to any environment.

- Thermal Manipulation to affect the temperature.

~ Cold Air Manipulation
~ Hot Air Manipulation

- Thunder Manipulation

- Water Manipulation and all of its forms:

~ Cause Droughts
~ Precipitation Manipulation
~ Rain Manipulation
~ Snow Manipulation
~ Blizzard Creation
~ Sub-Zero Rain
~ Vapor Manipulation
~ Cloud Manipulation
~ Cloud Generation

- Weather Generation

- Weather Sensing

Electrokinesis: Can create, shape and manipulate electricity.

- Create/generate/increase, absorb, conduct, shape and manipulate electricity of various intensities.

- Death Inducement by overcharging the victim with electrical currents.

- Electric Pull to pull themselves toward something or to pull things toward them.

- Electrical Wall Crawling: Can crawl, walk, run up walls using static electricity.

- Paralysis Inducement and/or Jolt Inducement.

- Electricity Attacks: Works like the air attacks. May be able to generate enough power to vaporize matter.

- Electricity Solidification: Works like air solidification

- Electrical Constructs, including weapons, walls, armor or allies/servants.

- Electrical Force Field: Can create force fields of highly concentrated electrical energy or force-fields composed of electromagnetic energy for protection, travel, and/or offensive use.


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Ajax has been given many gifts by his father. His sword also called The Lightning Sword was gifted to him by his father Jupiter. The Lightning Sword is the divine weapon of Ajax, he uses it to channel His lightning powers. The sword's compacted form is a small cylinder/baton which only at the touch of Ajax will glow and transform into its true sword form. It will revert into its dormant form unless he decides for it to stay in full form.


Ajax was also gifted by Zeus with the Pegasus, a beast no man has ever rode before. He was giving to him after Ajax and his half-god cousins killed the tyrant that once ruled what is now known as the Kingdom of Tripartite. He and his Pegasus have formed a strong bond and Ajax is the only person Pegasus will let mount him. Ajax's winged stallion acts as his noble steed in battle. The stallion is far from tamed and has proven to be unbreakable but it is also loyal and bravely fearless.

So begins...

Ajax Alexander's Story

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander
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Jon's world seemed to slow around him as terror seized his heart. He'd failed her. He'd pushed too hard, too fast and it drove her away. Clara was going to jump and she was going to die and it was all his fault. He'd failed his brothers because he wasn't strong enough to stand beside them. He'd failed his sister because he wasn't strong enough to protect her. He'd failed his mother and he failed his father and now he'd failed Clara. He was doomed to be the Last Stark and there was not a thing he could do to stop it. He could run to her, try and grab her but he would no doubt catch only the tail of her dress as she slipped through his fingers.

"REMEMBER!"

The raven's cawing echoed in Jon's mind and it stilled his beating heart, even if it was just for a moment. It was thumping so hard it threatened to beat out of his chest but he calmed himself as best he could as he did the only thing he thought might make a difference. The only thing he'd dared to try and save her, he sang.

"Merrily we sailed along
Though the waves were plenty strong
Down the twisting river Rhine
Following a song..."

His voice was picked up in the wind, timid and afraid it was but there was a strength there. A strength he didn't have in Winterfell.

"Legend's faded storyline
Tried to warn us all
Oh, they called her "Loreley"
Careful or you'll fall..."

Jon took a careful step toward her, she had not jumped yet and his voice was growing stronger. He was not a singer by any means but the song had it's own power. A power that neither the Queen of the Fae nor the Godking Wanhope could ever fathom.

"Oh, the stories we were told
Quite a vision to behold
Mysteries of the seas in her eyes of gold...
Laying on the silver stone, such a lonely sight
Barnacles become a throne, my poor Loreley... "

Clara had taught him this song. No one knew she had but Jon and Clara. They had been alone that day when she dragged him to the beach. Jon was not someone who enjoyed attention so no one knew he had learned the tune, nor had he ever dared sing it aloud. Jon moved closer now as her eyes fell on him. Was that recollection in her face?

"Clara?..."

Jon asked tentatively, pausing finally from his singing. His emotion was thick in his throat as fear gripped him but he would not fail her. Not Clara, he would never fail his family again.

"Come now Clara Underfoot, don't make me sing alone."

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander
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Jon surged forward. Her knees gave way and her eyes closed as her body went limp. She was on the edge of the crows nest and about to fall from the sky like a crow without wings yet she had a guardian up there with her, a wolf to watch her. He seized her with arms strengthened by brotherly love. Jon pulled her close, away from the edge. He held her for a moment, he held her close, cradling her head to his chest as he finally allowed himself to breath again. He gasped in tense breaths but he exalted in the realization that she was safe in his arms. He was so frightened she would perish but so overjoyed now that she was safe from harm.

"I've got you. I've got you Clara... I've got you."

After a moment or so he hefted Clara onto his shoulder and made for the ladder. She barely weighed anything at all so the climb shouldn't have been difficult. Only able to use one arm on the ladder made it anything but. Never the less Jon slowly made his way down to the deck of the ship with the sleeping Clara over his shoulder.

"Jon!"

Lord Umber called as Jon's boots touched the deck. The big man raced to his side and helped him set Clara down. He knelt at her side, checking her for wounds as Jon allowed himself to go to a knee as well in order to catch his breath. The climb down was taxing with one arm.

"Is she hurt?"

Jon asked after a few savory breaths.

"No, gods be good, no."

Lord Umber said gratefully as he turned to Jon.

"How did you do it lad"

The Great Jon asked almost in awe, too shocked to observe the due title of his king. Jon took a moment, unsure how to respond before he shrugged tiredly.

"We're family."

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander
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Jon hovered over her as Clara blinked her eyes awake. He breathed a sigh of relief to see her awake and back to her old self.

"Oh no...I did it again, didn't I?"

She said sadly.

"Yes,"

Robyn said shortly.

"You are never allowed rum, or any form of alcohol ever again, do you hear me? If I even see you with an old grape, I'll have you clearing barnacles off of hull of this ship for a week. Understood."

Robyn ordered. Jon nodded in agreement, if alcohol brought on the frequency of these episodes the less she was around the stuff the better.

"What did I do this time?"

Clara asked softly.

"Ya nearly jumped from the crow's nest, Miss Scarlet, but your brother got you down."

The captain's man said as he took a knee beside Clara. As he did he gave Jon a friendly nod which Jon returned with one of his own.

"He's my cousin, Mr.Casey ."

Clara corrected.

"I know a brother when I see one."

Mr. Casey replied with a grin and a wink. Jon was taken aback at the response and looked at Clara with new eyes. Casey was right. All his life he was as a brother to her as she was a sister to him. They had siblings of their own but now, when all the other wolves were gone they had only each other and she was his sister. Not to replace the one he'd lost but to take a place that was always hers to begin with. Jon smiled, with heartfelt pride and put his hand on Clara's shoulder lovingly.

As the captain shooed everyone off to see to their respective duties Clara told Jon of how she'd dreamt of him. Of how she'd seen hundreds of Count Blackwoods and how one had even claimed to be him. He knew the truth of what she'd seen. The Count had never been here. The truth was that she had been hallucinating and mistook her friends and family as the cruel Count Reginald Blackwood. Jon could see the shame in her face as she apologized to him. She was ashamed and embarrassed but Jon would see that changed. He moved beside her and took a seat on the deck next to her. Bumping her playfully as he did as only a big brother could.

"Don't apologize Clara, you got no reason to. It wasn't your fault so you have nothing to be ashamed of."

Jon sighed tiredly and rested his forearms on his knees as he cracked her a wry smile.

"Though perhaps next time you can choose a later hour to do something dramatic. I just woke up you know."

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander
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Kingdom of Valyrian

Word had spread through the entire kingdom that their queen the Mother of Dragons had gone off to war. The people of Valyrian were not stupid and knew that if their queen was at war they were all at war. The Lords of the Kingdom had come together and discuss what they were to do in their queen's absence. They had men ready at a moment's notice to aid the Silver Queen if it came to that but with all the allies that fought by her side they doubted she would call for them. So that left only the kingdom to care for. The Kingdom of Valyrain did not have the same luxury as the Kingdom of Tripartite. They bordered their enemies and in the queen's absence they knew that they could become a target of war. For that reason the kingdom as a whole was on a high alert. The armies and ships were prepared. The guards throughout the cities were doubled and others even tripled. Some cities even went the extra mile of hiring sell-swords to assist their armies. Only the best and most loyal were hired.

With the Targaryen forces off fighting at war each city had sent a portion of men to protect the city. The chances that any army could make it through all the cities it took to reach Valyria was unlikely but the precaution needed to be taken regardless. The Fuarians had tricked and connived their way through the city of Braavos but the city had not been defeated. The city of Qarth would know of their coming before they arrived and the Braavasi weren't ones who took defeat lightly. Forty thousand of the soldiers from Braavos gathered and rode off after the enemy that had slipped them past. When the Fuarians reached Qarth they would not only have the men of army of close to eighty thousand men to contend with but also that of the Braavasi. While the Braavasi maybe well known for the sea legs some of the best swordsmen came from the city of Braavos. Any city with their own uniquely famous fighting style was a force to be reckoned with. Plus on top of the that the warlocks of Qarth could rival any in the magical arts.


Aboard the Harbinger

She could feel Jon untangling himself from her arms as she fought to stay asleep. As he rested her head back down on the pillows of the bed he covered her with a blanket. With she still felt warm it was not the same warmth she had felt when Jon had been laying down with her. The ruckus being made from whatever was going on above them was slowly but surely making her head pound. She silently swore to herself that nothing aside from water, milk or wine would ever touch her lips again as she opened her eyes.

She didn't make a sound as her eyes fell upon Jon who was seated in a chair situated near bed putting on his shoes. As their eyes met he smiled at her and she instantly smiled back.

"Good morning."
"Morning."

Before anything else could be said between them a banging sounded.

"Your Grace!"

The voice was that of The Great Jon's that much was certain. Lord Umber was pounding on the door urgently.

"Your Grace! Jon!"

A voice unknown to Amelia called out to Jon. A great man bursted through the door with his hand up shielding his eyes from what he assumed might lay on the other side. Startled by the sudden eruption Amelia sprang up at the same time Jon did. Jon went for his sword as Amelia stood taking in the large man. Who is he? When did he get here? How does he know Jon? Were questions that raced through her mind as she stood confuse as to what was going on.

"Apologies my king, I know you're not alone but you're needed at once."

"It's alright Lord Umber, we are decent. What is it?" Jon asked impatiently as he strapped his sword to his hip.

Lord Jon hesitantly lowered his hand from his face. The big man's eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room and focused on Amelia and Jon. He seemed somewhat surprised by the sight that he found which made Amelia wonder what exactly he thought the two royals had been up to. Not that it took much thought as it was what anyone would expect from two people who spent a night alone together. Of course the night before Amelia was not in any position to do the expected.

"It's Clara, shes climbed into the crows nest and is threatening to jump. I don't... I don't think she's well. It's as if she doesn't know where she is."

The worry in the big man's face was evident. Jon casted a quick look back at that expressed his concern. Amelia shared the mutual feeling of worry and concern with the men in the room as she had taken a likening to the girl and was genuinely concerned about her well-being.

"I'm going to get her down, I'll be back."

Amelia said nothing but nodded as the two Jon's left her alone in her. She prayed that whatever Jon had in his mind to do that it worked. Bringing her knees into her chest she laid on head on her knees. This morning was not going particular well. Her head was still hurting and now that she knew what had caused the commotion going above her she was also worried. She decided not to go above deck just yet as she closed her eyes and took a moment in the silence to get herself right.

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander Character Portrait: Queen Tenanye Ananse
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"You asked for trust, and you shall have it...Sister."

Scarlet smiled brightly

"It is all I ask, Brother." She said testing the term on her lips with a smile. It felt natural, often she wished she could call him that, call him her brother but felt foolish, he had a sister, and a kind hearted one at that amd by no means did she wish to take her place but deep down she knew he was always her brother and her own siblings felt like distant cousins.

It was then a low gruff voice came from the doorway.

"Clara Cub." Scarlet turned to see Lord Umber standing there and she smiled at the old nickname.

She only vaugely remember last night, and thankfully her head didn't hurt much, which was odd. She knew he was here but only vaugely.

The two conversed quickly before Jon said something that shocked her.

"Scarlet has missed her Umber Bear something fierce."

Scarlet looked at him with wide eyes.

"Scarlet?" Umber inquired as Jon walked out.

She giggled. "That would be me."She said and walked over giving him the biggest hug she could.

"I'm sorry to worry you." She told him, not really wanting to go into it all again.It was quite exhausting and the last thing she wanted to do was sleep.

The Captain may very well tie her to the bed next time.
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Casey stood at the keel as Tenanye approached him. "How are you feeling?" She asked him. "Perfectly fine." He answered. "Save for, The Captain won't speak to me, I think in part because of you." He said bluntly. Tenanye nodded. "She hate magic because of me." She said. "You nearly killed her." Casey added. "I remember," She said and sighed. Robyn was young at the time, no older then Clara was now. She'd snuck aboard an Anansai trading vessel and killed a good precentage of the crew and took a coat made of Anansi Silk, unfortunately for her Tenanye was on board and cut her across the belly with her vemonous nails.

Obviously not enough to kill her but enough that Robyn was shivering in agonizing pain and suffering horrible night terrors for weeks.

"She doesn't want to be indebted to me, and you remind her of that." Tenanye mentioned. Casey sighed. "Well I didn't ask for this," He said. "Believe me, I'm grateful, I'd rather not be dead but why take it out on me."

"Perhaps she isn't."


Robyn then came out of her cabin and stood in the middle of the deck. "Mr. Casey."

"Aye."

"Gather the royals, would you? We've alot to discuss. We can't waste another minute."


He looked at Tenanye. "This isn't helping either," He added. Tenanye nodded. "When all is said and done, Talk to her. It is me she resents. Not you." She said and made her way down toward where Robyn was.

Casey sighed and got to collecting the other royals.

He went to the galley first, "Excuse me, Captain wants the royals on the top deck." He sad but was met with a solid hug around the waist. There was Scarlet hugging him tightly. "Oh, what's this then?"

"Thank You, for what you said, today." She said and let go making her way upstairs. Casey smirked and nodded to the large man Scarlet was with.

Casey then went and rapped lightly on the door where Jon had disappeared to. "Excuse the intrusion but Captain wishes to gather the royals." He said before making his way back to the top deck, rubbing the back of his neck.

It was then he noticed something crawling on him. He pulled back his hand to find a small black spider resting between his fingers. Typically, Casey would have crushed it but instead, he let it crawl on to the wall and continued on his way.

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"White Harbor."

Jon replied matter of factly. He stepped forward as the lumbering bear that was The Great Jon Umber stood behind him.

"You'll have your choice of the finest men and woman to ever haul a line or pitch a sail there, problem is there are a lot of Khalidorian's in the city keeping us from getting you your crew. To get your men I'll need to first get my own."

With that Jon turned to look back at Lord Umber who for the first time spoke to the collected group of royals. As he stepped forward Amelia Targaryen arrived. She was dressed in a fine, perfectly tailored dress with high riding boots. The embroidery and tailoring gave the appearance of dragons scales that hugged her curves spectacularly. Around her neck hung pendant that resembled a dragons tooth and her hair was weaved and braided intricately. Jon let his gaze linger on her until she flashed him a smile. Smiling in return to their silent conversation he turned back to the other as Lord Umber spoke.

"His Grace has yet to take power but he has no less than sixty thousand men at arms ready to serve the true King of The North. More than enough to take the harbor. We should sweep through and crush the Khalidorians with ease, despite their garrison there."

Sixty thousand men. Jon hadn't ever heard the true number but to learn that there were sixty thousand men ready to fight and die for him was a dizzying realization. Jon looked at Lord Umber. His absurdness and readiness to follow Jon was inspiring. If the Giant of Last Hearth would follow him so would the others, he would do them proud, he must.

"First we need to reach the Isle of faces, not more than a two day ride inland. That is where the resistance is located. Wanhope hasn't been able to find us and even if he had he'd never be able to penetrate the weirwood grove."

Jon was shocked he had been so thick as to not think of it first. When the first men battled the White Walkers during the Long Night Bran The Builder, the fabled progenitor of the Stark line and first King of The North, had united with the enigmatic Children of The Forest. After they joined forces they needed a base from which to command and The North was still mostly unsettled, most of the great castles had yet to be raised. So Bran The Builder, along side The Children of the Forest built the mystical fort keep of Castle Black. A towering, monstrous structure of blackened wood and ice. The Children weaved spells in the ice and wood strengthening it from fire and melt. The forest grove of weirwoods on the isle of faces repelled all unfriendly eyes. If Wanhope even found the forest his army could march in but would march out again where they entered without ever realizing they had turned around. It is impenetrable to all enemies of The North. The perfect place for the resistance to take up residence.

"If we sail north for another day along our current route, round mid morning tomorrow we can make landfall and push west. We'll come upon the isle of faces in about two days time with horses, four on foot. Once we arrive I'll present the king returned. He'll have command of the Northern forces and we make for White Harbor and your reinforcements, Captain."

Lord Umber finished with a respectful nod to the Captain as he stepped back signaling he was done speaking. They had a heading, they had a route and they had a plan which was more than they had this morning. Jon was hopeful for the future and ready to get his feet back on solid ground.

"Ajax, his men, Queen Tenanye and Queen Amelia will be coming with me when I leave. That should free up your ship for some much needed space Captain Sheva."

Jon said.

"Would you or any of your men accompany us as well? It may serve well for you at least to come Captain. I know it would go a long way for a Northern sailor to have you be a part of the battle for White Harbor if they are to follow you later. If it was your sword that helped to free them from the shackles of Khalidorian rule would earn their loyalty once aboard without needed reinforcement from me, their king."

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"There is no safe port in The North anymore."

The Great Jon grunted in displeasure. Jon flicked his gaze the grizzly Great Jon. Jon was only just returning to The North. Since Wanhope moved in Jon had only been here a matter of days before he was expelled from Winterfell and forced to seek refuge in the South Atlantic. Lord Jon Umber on the other hand had been forced to bear witness day by day as more of his country burned. As more of his country was ground beneath the boot heel of Khalidor and as more of his country men felt the rod and lash of Khalidorian slavers.

"Lord Umber..."

Jon began.

"You've been in The North since the Khalidorian occupation began. You would know what place is safe and what place is not. There must be someplace... somewhere in The North where we can hide a single ship and a small crew."

Jon was nearly pleading with his bannerman but it was no easy thing for Lord Umber to admit that his country was not his own. That someone else was in power here and to think over what few areas were safe was difficult for the northman. The Great Jon grumbled through his thick beard but relented.

"There is one place not more than an hours sail from where we need to be dropped off.It's not big but it's out of the way and not well known.... It was an old smugglers den."

Jon's curiosity was peaked at Lord Umber's reply.

"How did you hear of it then, my Lord?

Lord Umber smirked through his thick beard.

"Well... You remember that fisherman's daughter I told you about? The one that whelped one of my bastards?"

Jon nodded before the Great Jon flicked his old wily gaze to the Captain.

"Well she wasn't a fisherman's daughter. She was a pirate."

Jon couldn't help but smile and release a soft chuckle as he put a hand on the big man's shoulder.

"Well, point out your smugglers den to the captain on her map so she can set a heading."

"Aye, Your Grace."

Lord Umber replied dutifully.

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The Giant of Last Hearth left with the Captain for her quarters leaving the deck full of royals and crewman behind her. As Lord Umber set to pointing out in detail the locations for her heading Jon stood on the bow of the ship with Ghost at his side. It had begun, truly begun. He'd felt this way when he'd first left The South Atlantic. Like he was finally getting underway with his quest to free The North. Yet now it felt more real than before. Now he had a definable plan, he had a route and he already had one bannerman calling him King. The prospect was still dizzying to Jon.

Brandon was to be king. That was how it always had been. His older brother was tall, handsome and strong as an ox with a battle commanders voice that boomed across a field. Jon remembered training along side him and feeling utterly outclassed. Brandon always took his victories in stride however and was quick to point out Jon's strengths, even when he was picking him out of the mud. Gods, he missed his brother. He no doubt would have already had Wanhopes head on a spike. What would he say now? What would he think about his little brother having the The Great Jon call him king.

The loss pained Jon and he let his brother's memory fade into the back of his mind, no longer wanting to sit in that grief. He took a breath a fresh cool sea air and turned to see Amelia Targaryen making her way back down stairs. He smiled softly to himself. Thinking of her words in the cabin. "Well I've never been one to accept defeat when there was something I wanted." Her voice lit a fire in him, no, she was his fire. That was when he remembered his invitation. Jon invited her to join him in his cabin. He still had to prepare for tonight. He had to prepare and he knew just who to talk to for help.

His eyes flicked to his cousin Clara who stood on the deck talking to Da'Karro. He could not help himself but to grimace at the sight of Da'Karro standing there. It seemed every time the two men interacted it was a battle and Jon was getting tired of it. He had no idea what Da'Karro's reasoning were for being so difficult and at this point Jon no longer cared. Dealing with the man was a chore and a sore one at that but as long as he held Clara's heart Jon would have to swallow his pride and be as civil as possible. Jon walked over to the pair as Ghost padded silently along side him.

"Clara,... Da'Karro."

Jon said in greeting. Despite what he would have liked he wasn't able to keep a hint of his distaste for the man out of his voice when he said his name. It was no matter in truth, Jon had no intention of asking for help in front of the man. Especially giving the personal nature of it. The less the man knew of Jon's affairs all the more comfortable Jon felt.

"I wanted to talk to you about something...alone."

Jon said to Clara casually before turning to Da'Karro. Again despite his intentions his demeanor shifted in an instant. The casual, relaxed demeanor grew cold as ice and hard as stone when Jon looked at the man.

"Da'Karro, do you mind mind giving us a minute?"

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Podrick swallowed nervously as Da'Karro left. Something told him that one day he would make good on that threat whether Lady Clara was safe or not. Clara kindly told him to ignore Da'Karro but he had just as much luck ignoring a hungry lion in his bed chamber. Never the less Podrick had been given a duty and he would carry it out. He would protect Lady Clara in anyway he could.





Above deck where the wind howled and the rain poured Jon worked tirelessly shoulder to shoulder with the rest of the ship's crew while Lord Umber helped the Captain navigate the damaged Harbinger into Eel Cove. The cove was aptly named. A natural rock formation of sea battered stone had the appearance of a great serpent writhing up from the depths with a great maw large enough to swallow a ship whole. It was the mouth of the rocky beast that Captain Sheva, guided by The Giant of Last Hearth, led the boat now.

The minute they were out of the rain Jon took solace in the bliss of being spared the downpour. Many of the pirates and Jon paused from their work a minute now that they were out of immediate danger to look at where they were. A ocean cave where the light from the world outside reflected through the sandstone giving the cave an other worldly glow. Slowly the ship moved through the still waters of the dim cave with naught but that haunting green and blue light for guidance and The Great Jon's own memory. They had no notion of the dangers of the cave.

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Captain Sheva navigated the vessel around rocks that littered the water way and as Jon looked down along side the pirates they couldn't deny a glimmering quality to them. It took a few moments of staring to realize there was cashes of gold, silver and precious jewels on them. A stunned gasp went out when some of the men noticed the wealth abound. The further they went in the more wealth they found. Gold and jewels from a time long passed littered the cave floor as they neared a docking point. One of the sailors leaned over the rail, his eyes hungrily staring at the gold. That was when a face appeared out of the water.

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The men who saw her gasped in shock and awe but the sailor who was leaning over the rail seesmed so captivated by her he could see nothing else. Her haunting blue eyes and innocently pure face held his gaze. Jon moved closer to the sailor sensing something wrong as Ghost snarled beside him.

"Are you my Jolly Sailor Bold?"

She asked the sailor beside Jon. The pirate smiled dumbly and nodded with a blissful grin.

"Aye, That I be."

He said as if he had no choice. She came out of the water a little further and Jon could see the hint's of scales near her wrists, elbows and along her spine. The hair on Ghosts back stood on end as he growled dangerously at the mysterious woman. Jon didn't like this one bit and reached out a hand to put on the pirates shoulder.

"Sailor, I don't think-"

Her eyes flicked to Jon and her pupils narrowed sharply. Her expression lost the gentle, timid and inviting nature she had with the sailor and instead her stare held all the danger of an unpredictable animal staring at you from the darkness. Jon's voice was frozen in his throat and he said not a word. Turning back to the sailor she began to sing. Her song was enchanting, magical by all rights. The men were drawn to her, especially the poor soul who she had spoken too. The man leaned over, as she reached for a kiss.

That was when a massive hand grabbed the sailors collar and yanked him back, sending him sprawling on the deck of the ship on his ass. The Great Jon Umber towered over the sailors and looked down at the mysterious woman with a growl through his beard.

"Mermaids..."

He grumbled. The mermaid sank back down so only her head was showing out of the water, though her fish like tail did splash the water behind her in disappointment.

"A giant stalks my cove."

She said with a pout, as if she knew Lord Umber.

"Aye and a giant cares not for gold. We seek safe harbor. Call your sisters off. Your treasure is safe from us."

Jon flicked his gaze from the mermaid to Lord Umber. The mermaid seemed to relent and sank back into the murky depths, though before she did she cast Jon one last baleful glance before vanishing forever. Lord Umber sighed tiredly once she was gone and he turned back to his king.

"Mermaids?"

Jon asked. Lord Umber nodded knowingly.

"Aye, Your Grace. Now you know why no one comes here and why we're safe here. Those mermaids guard this place from those looking to steal their treasure. Many a men have been lured to their deaths by their song. Fortunately they know an Umber when the see one. Legend has it my great, great, great grandfather took a mermaid to wife. He was the only one to ever prove stronger than their song, conquering her before she conquered him. Ever since this cove has been a safe haven for my family, and yours now my king."

Jon shook his head in shock.

"Well you have my thanks, Lord Umber."

The Great Jon chuckled and patted Jon's shoulder.

"Take Wanhope's head, that'll be thanks enough."

With that he lumbered off to help dock tie the ship down as they docked on a large rocky outcropping within the cave.

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"Yes Milday- err Captain."

Podrick said as he jumped up to do as the captain ordered. He was half way out of the hidden room when he stopped and sheepishly looked back at Clara.

"Lady Clara."

He said in farewell with a rushed bow before running off to find his king. Jon was on the deck, helping the men tie down the ships mooring line to a pillar. As Podrick ran over Jon gave him a double look as if he'd forgotten all about him.

"There you are. Where were you?"

He asked as he put his boot on the knot he and the men were working on before leaning back to put his back into the difficult job of securing the knot.

"Tending to the Lady Clara, Your Grace."

Jon paused and gave the boy an inquisitive look. Podrick just lowered his gaze in embarrassment.

"Just to ensure her safety during the storm, Your Grace."

Jon chuckled and shook his head as he turned back to his work and finished with the knot. One of the pirates gave him a grateful pat on the shoulder, signalling they could take it from here. Jon turned back to Podrick and patted him on the back.

"Good man. Best we get ready for the road, we've got a long march ahead."

"I'll prepare the packs, Your Grace."

With a quick bow Podrick was gone. Jon watched him leave with a half smile. He was starting to like the lad and the fact that he was enamored with his cousin was amusing. He would be a half sight better suitor than Da'Karro for sure. Turning his mind from his cousin's love life Jon turned to his bannermen who had just lowered the gangplank to shore. Lord Umber and Jon Stark walked down the gangplank together as Jon looked about the cave.

"How far to Castle Black again Lord Umber?"

Jon asked.

"Two days by horse, four by foot."






They had made good time, shaving a day off their trip and reaching the tree line of the isle of faces in three days time. Jon Stark, Amelia Targaryen, Tenanye Ananse, Ajax Alexander, his men, Clara Stark, Captain Robyn Sheva, Will Casey and Da'Karro Misantri began their trek through the dense forest of weirwood trees. The ancient white trunked sentinels of The North with their crimson leaves, blood red sap and carved faces in them. It truly gave the forest an eerie feel to it. In the early morning chill, with a mist moving in the party truly felt as if they were walking into another world. Yet to see Jon Stark at the head of the column, with Ghost at his side he never looked more at home.

Jon breathed deep the cool air of his home land. He reveled in the shade provided by the towering weirwood trees and looked upon each faced carved within them as if he was seeing an old friend. It reminded him so much of the godswood in Winterfell. Where he spent so much time as a boy. The magic of The Isle of The Faces was as old as the land itself. Should the party had sought harm to The North they would have found themselves inexplicably lost and end up walking right back out of the forest from whence they came. Yet with the rightful King of The North at their head they forged deep into the woods without trouble.

The air was still and silent as they hiked. They heard not a sound, and saw not a trace of the wild life that lived here. The only beings to be seen in the weirwood forest were the trees themselves that watched you as you walked by. Ghost seemed to keep ranging off ahead of Jon, every once in a while he would vanish in the mist only to reappear moments later, as if he was waiting for Jon to catch up. Jon was pleased Ghost was so at ease here, he should be. Dire wolves, like the Starks, were of The North. This is where he belonged, not cooped up on some ship or in a castle leagues away. Jon paused and looked back at Clara who was walking along side Da'Karro.

"Clara, come walk with me."

He called with a warm smile, wishing to walk with his cousin a while.

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Jon walked with a pride and a warmth he hadn't had in a long while. With his cousin on his arm, here in The North, soon to reunite with family he thought lost to him Jon Stark was happy and content.

"We're home, Pup, I never thought I'd see it again."

"You and me both Clara."

Jon said with a light chuckle as he thought about what was going through his mind when he'd fled from Winterfell after the battle. Now he was returning but not to Winterfell, not yet. First he had to go to Castle Black and find the rest of his pack.

"Were you ever told the story of Castle Black?"

Jon asked. He had been told the tale by his wet nurse, an aged old woman known simply as Old Nan. She was dead now, like so many in Winterfell. Hers was just another debt Wanhope owed him.

"During the Age of Heroes, after the coming of man, there was a winter that lasted a generation. We call it The Long Night and during that time the sun hid for years and years. In that darkness the White Walkers came for the first time. Riding their dead horses, hunting with their packs of pale spiders big as hounds they swept across the land like a plague. But The North was not without it's defenders. Bran the Builder, the first of our line who would later become the first King of The North led the first men against them. Alone he had no chance of victory so he allied himself with The Children of The Forest, the original inhabitants of this land and whose magic still holds sway. Together they battled the White Walkers but they needed a place from which to command. This was before the raising of the great castles and cities so they had to build their fortress. They built Castle Black. Bran the Builder, first of The Starks laid the first stone and he worked tirelessly with The Children who weaved their magic into the wood, the stone and the ice. When it was completed it was the first castle of The North. A great fortress build of blackened wood, ancient rock and ice all protected by magic."

Jon looked down at Clara who walked beside him, enamored by the tale much as he was the first time he'd heard it.

"And that's where we're going."

He said with a bold grin.

Ghost's growl chased Jon's smile away in the blink of an eye. Jon stopped cold and halted Clara as well.

"Ghost?... What is it?"

The dire wolf with it's snow white coat stepped in front of Jon and Clara, his nose sniffing the air cautiously. Jon put his arm out to slowly move Clara behind him.

"Stay behind me."

He warned with a whisper. Jon's hand went to his sword as Ghost tested the air with his nose, looking for the scent of whatever lurked in the mist.

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The beast stepped out of the shadow and mist. A coat of grey and black with eyes of gold. A female dire wolf only a bit smaller than Ghost. The great white dire wolf let loose a fearsome warning growl, the fur on his back raised in challenge. The smaller female lowered her ears and snarled back. Jon stared at the beast and couldn't shake the feeling he's seen her before. The stand off was tense but fortunately ended as quickly as it began.

Both beasts seemed to sniff each other for a final time before ending their growling and running to one another. They jumped on one another playfully as they licked each others muzzles. Jon exchanged a surprised looked with Clara before taking a step forward. In the dim light of forest it was difficult to be certain but he swore this wolf was familiar to him.

"I think I know this dire wolf..."

He muttered.

"Nymeria?... Nymeria?"

Came a young girls voice both he and Clara knew well. Out of the brush bounded a young girl no more than eleven. She had a brown dress on, with a grey cloak lined with fur trim. Her hair was loosely braided and looked as if it was coming undone. Her dress was soiled near the bottom from trekking through the mud and under brush. When she stumbled out onto the path she looked at the two wolves in wonder.

"Ghost?..."

She said aloud before she turned and saw Jon and Clara standing there. When her eyes fell upon them she froze. She looked at them as if looking into a dream she'd had many times. Her face dawned in the brightest smile and Arya Stark ran to them.

"JON! CLARA!"

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The trek to Castle Black was one of the most unenjoyable things of Da'Karros life.
He hated the cold, seeped into his bones and reminded him of his days in the north he would rather forget.
Scarlets cheerful demeanor and the feeling of solid ground under his boots again were slight positives in an otherwise grey and miserable morning. Scarlet decided willingly to walk by his side, something Da'Karro would have suggested anyway for safeties sake but her desire for his company helped stave off the cold.
He was intrigued by the Trees of this 'Wierwood' Forest, each having a painstakingly carved face protruding from its trunk. It gave the definitive feeling of being watched which Da'Karro despised but the trees themselves had an odd beauty. Like a spiders web, beautiful in its design but deadly in its action. The thought of spiders caused him to glance at the spider Queen some paces ahead of him. He wondered what she made of the strange, watchful trees. He had overheard that spirits, the 'Children of the forest', helped build Castle Black. Perhaps they were Fae, northern relatives of Tenanye and her kin.
Da'Karro was lost in thought when he heard Jon call Scarlet to the front, where he rode with Lord Umber.
She was gone bare a minute when the convoy came to a stop and Da'Karro jogged to the front to see what was causing the holdup.
A dire wolf stood toe to toe with Jons own beast, and the tension made Da'Karros already taught hairs rise. He had fought a dire wolf once, when he was a slave. Though the beats he had fought had been sickly and malnourished, and even then he had barely won, so ferocious a beast it had been. He didn't like his odds against a healthy one.
"Nymeria?... Nymeria?" Came a voice from the forest and Da'Karros hand went to his sword. He cursed himself for being so lost in thought that he had allowed someone, who wasn't even trying to be stealthy, to get so close to the convoy without notice.
A young girl, couldnt be more than fifteen summers old, stumbled out of the woods and seemingly blindly into the road.
She eyed off the two wolves, seemingly completely oblivious to the convoy of people right beside her.
"Ghost?..." She said incredulously, before turning and, clearly recognising the two Starks in the lead, cried, "JON! CLARA!" and sprinted.
It took every ounce of Da'Karros willpower not to end her life there.

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Jon couldn't believe it. He was stunned by the girl who'd appeared out of the forest. Full of energy and wild as ever Arya must've been traipsing through the weirwood forest with her dire wolf, looking for adventure. Arya was the second daughter of his uncle Lord Eddard Stark and his wife the Lady Catelyn Tully-Stark. Arya was so different from her sister. Where Sansa was graceful and polite, Arya was loud and brash. Yet there was an honesty to Arya, a innocent yet proud individualism to her that Jon had always admired. To see her first was a treat sweeter than honey.

Clara had rushed to the girl as Arya ran towards them. She scooped her up and showered her with affection as Jon came up behind her.

"Look at you."

Clara breathed with tears of joy in her eyes, letting the girl go from her embrace to take a good look at how much she'd grown. Arya was too proud to admit the reunion brought a tear to her eye so she quickly wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve as Jon came over.

"Jon!"

She said excitedly as she leapt into his arms. Jon caught her with a laugh and hugged her tightly before letting her down.

"Arya, gods it's good to see you."

Jon said earnestly. Arya flashed that crooked smile of hers.

"Me? You're supposed to be dead! Both of you! What happened to you two?"

Jon sighed and looked at Clara. He didn't have the heart to tell Arya the truth. She was just a child, she could be spared the gruesome details. The rest he'd tell them all when they reached Castle Black.

"It's a long tale Arya, and we've been on a long hike. You think you can lead us back to Castle Black? I'll tell you everything over supper, promise."

The concept of a role so important filled Arya's little heart with pride, besides, Jon did promise he'd tell her later.

"Can I?"

She said boldly. She grabbed Clara's hand and pulled her along.

"C'mon, this way. Nymeria, lead the way."

Jon chuckled and shook his head.

"You out here all alone?"

Jon asked as he took a step to follow. Arya paused at the question, her tiny features scrunching up as she'd realized she'd forgotten her guardian.

"No... Robb should be around here somewhere..."






Robb Stark was honing his blade alone in the forest. He ran the whetstone over the fine, castle forged steel again and again until the weirwood grove rung with the sound. He had come out into the woods with his little sister Arya who wanted to go rooting through the brush. Robb knew there was no reason to fear the enemy in this place but it made his lady mother feel more at ease so he followed along. He used the peace and tranquility of the forest to remember the people he'd lost. It was the only time he would allow himself to grieve.

Of all the deaths, all the family taken from him, Jon's stung the most. Robb had two brothers but they were just boys, little more than babes. Jon was of his age. He and Jon would ride together, fight together and hunt together. He felt closer to Jon than his own brothers most of the time. Now Jon was gone, taken from him by the bastards that sullied The North. The very thought of Khalidorian boots on Northern soil made his skin crawl. He would make them pay for their crimes, they all would in time. Robb would return blood for blood and Northerners had a long memory.

Grey Wind, the hulking grey and black dire wolf that had been with Robb since the beast was a pup was sleeping at Robb's feet. Suddenly the wolfs ears perked up and he sniffed the air with a low growl. Robb had taken Grey Wind into enough battles to trust the dire wolf's senses a long time ago.

"Grey Wind, go."

He said as he got to his feet and sheathed his blade. Grey Wind vanished into the mist like a shadow leaving Robb alone in the clearing. Jon's hand slid slowly down to his belt to pull his dagger. He needed to appear unawares, it had to be perfect if he was to catch the prowler. When the foot falls came they were soft, barely audible. Robb thought he may have been imagining them so silent were they. Yet Grey Wind's senses weren't the only ones that had been honed with battle. As the intruder neared, their hand reaching for him Robb spun and gripped their small wrist. He pulled them forward and put his knife to her throat with deadly intent.

"I don't know how you bypassed the magic of the Isle invader, but it doesn't matter. You won't live long enough to tell your fellows anything."

The Khalidorian in Robb's grip was unlike any he'd seen before. Less barbaric and more sultry if that was an apt description for an enemy. Her skin was a deep, sun tanned bronze. Her hair was the color of ink and her eyes were deep and mysterious. She snarled at him viciously, a she wolf from another land. Yet as he held her there Robb couldn't be certain this woman was a Khalidorian after all. That was when he felt the blade hovering between his thighs. His eyes flicked down to glance at the blade then back into her eyes that stared back at him defiantly. Robb wondered if she knew about the hungry dire wolf lurking just behind her. Never the less he couldn't help himself but to smirk at her skill.

"Impressive..."

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"Robb!"

Jon called from the distance as he jogged up ahead of Clara, Arya and the others. Robb had Captain Sheva by the throat, his dagger to her neck. He looked ready to open her throat and spill her blood all over the grass. Yet as soon as Jon's voice reached Robb's ears the man's entire demeanor changed. His gaze drifted over and locked onto Jon. His eyes went wide in disbelief. His mouth opened in a wordless gasp. The blade nearly slipped from his hand. His hold on the Captain lost it's grip as he seemed to forget she had a knife to him. He stared at Jon and stepped past the captain, completely enthralled by the ghost before him.

"Jon?..."

He muttered faintly as if he didn't dare speak his name aloud should he vanish into thin air. Jon smiled and stepped forward with a nod.

"Who else would it be?"

Jon asked sarcastically, covering the emotion of the reunion with humor. Robb chuckled weakly at the lame pun but moved forward and embraced the brother he'd lost.

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The brother he'd mourned and the brother he'd killed for. Robb couldn't fathom how it was possible but he didn't care. So much had been taken from him and his family. He'd finally gotten something back and he wasn't going to let him go.

"I thought you died."

Robb said in a husky, gruff tone that was meant to cover his own emotion. Jon shrugged in response.

"You should know we Stark's aren't easy to kill."

With that Jon took a step back and to the side revealing the northern beauty behind him. A tear came to Robb's eye as he looked upon her. Clara, his cousin, his sweet cousin. The one he'd heard had been taken at Winterfell. The one he'd lost the same day he'd lost Clara. For the first time his armor failed him. Robb had walled himself in a armor forged of anger and tempered with grief and was untouchable and powerful since Winterfell had been taken. Yet now, looking at Clara his armament was weak and brittle.

"C-Clara?..."

He said, his voice thick with joy. He reached out and pulled her into a strong hug. A hug that silently promised he'd never loose her again. He held her for a moment, just happy to have her back before he finally released her and stepped back. His one arm around her shoulders, the other hand on Jon's.

"You two... Where the hell have you been?"

He asked with a smile. Jon grinned back, looking from Clara back to Robb but before he could answer Arya did it for him.

"You have to wait. They've had a long journey Robb, don't pester them. Gods you're worse than Rickon."

Arya scolded, not about to have the news told to Robb when it was denied her. The Starks shared a laugh before Robb relented.

"Aye, fair enough. Over supper then."

His hard gaze flicked to Jon and Clara's company but rested on the pirate he'd had a knife to moments prior.

"Who're your friends?"

He asked, his eyes lingering on the dark beauty who matched him blade for blade.

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The blow came as a shock, to Robb as much as Jon. Robb took a step back from the blow, turning his cheek as his ears rung. He tasted blood as he turned to level a lethal gaze at the piratess, the truly frightening bit was that Robb had this grin on his face. A drop of blood mixed with saliva touched his lips, his eyes like a challenged wolf in the wild. His smile, daring but Jon worried as to what would come next. Robb touched his mouth with the back of his gloved hand to verify that the blow had done what he'd tasted it had done. Blood verified he looked up at her with a wicked half chuckle.

Jon didn't like this and took a step between the two.

"Captain I-"

Robb put a hand on him, cutting him off.

"It's alright. It was a clean blow."

He said, the wicked grin still on his face. He stepped forward and stood toe to toe with the captain as their eyes did a deadly dance.

"Credit where credit is due then. You can throw a punch, but that's the last one you get for free. Next one you pay for."

Robb's eyes were alive with fire in his bold warning. His eyes, matched Robyn's with every move. Only once did they break her stare, and that was when they drifted down her curves. Jon looked from the captain to Robb. He was a different man from last he'd seen him. He was less care free, less relaxed and much, much more intense. It was not that strange when Jon thought about it. While Jon was off gathering allies and sneaking into The North Robb was fighting a war. He'd always heard war changes a man, loss, more so. Robb had been neck deep in both.

"Well no one is punching anyone else today, so let's get moving."

Jon stated, ending the stare down. Robb turned to Jon almost in surprise that Jon had said anything. It was then Jon realized Robb wasn't the only one who'd changed. Jon was always the quiet one, reserved and brooding. While he still was those things he'd gained a more commanding nature and was willing and ready to step in when the situation called for it. In short, he was becoming a leader.

Robb looked at his cousin who he loved like a brother. Finally it dawning on him, the line of succession and Jon's birthright.

"Aye... Your Grace."

He said with a laugh. Jon shook his head and the two men led the pack, with Lord Umber coming to join them shortly. Arya walked along side the captain, staring up at her oddly. She had never seen a woman hit a man like that, least of all her brother. She'd seen Robb beat men twice his size so for a woman to strike him like that was amazing to her. She looked at the way Robyn walked and the way she swayed her hips. She watched how her hand rested on her cutlass that hung from her belt. Before long Arya picked up a stick and slid it through her belt loop to mimic the movement, imagining it was a sword and she was a pirate.

As Robb walked he threw his arm casually around Clara's shoulder as he so often used to do.

"You're going to have to tell me how my baby cousin threw in with a pirate."

He said with a smirk.

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Jon quickly stepped between the two as Robb Stark gave her a dangerous sneer that matched her own, blood dripping from his now busted lip. She stood strong, preparing for anything, her hand resting on her cutlass.

"Captain I-"

Robb to her surprise, gave a hand to stop him.
She cocked her head curiously.

"It's alright, it was a clean blow."He said and Robyn pursed her lips as he walked up to her, dark eyes staring to hers. She rose her chin, a silent challenge between to the two of them, hers daring him to retaliate, his daring her to try it again.

"Credit where credit is due then. You can throw a punch, but that's the last one you get for free. Next one you pay for."

"I'm a pirate, everything I get, I get for free." She said, her voice a deadly whisper, noticing how his eyes drifted down to her body. That was a mistake all men made when facing off with the Crimson Lady, they all can't help to eye her curves, and had he not been the beloved cousin of Scarlet, she would have exploited that brief break of concentration.

"Well no one is punching anyone else today, so let's get moving." Jon said, and Robyn looked at him. " I make no promises." she warned but walked ahead anyway, she noticed the little one, walking beside her, while Robyn's head was forward, she noticed out of the corner of her eye the girl eying her, and before long, she slipped a long stick into her belt, mimicking Robyn's walk. Robyn chuckled. "Girl, You have your 'sword' too long. You'll trip." She said, but her eyes never met hers.

Clara let out a breath as the group moved ahead, she noticed Mr. Casey's glare at Robb and she frowned. He wore that same look when Da' Karro first boarded and while she didn't like thinking about it, a few moments later, The Captain and Da'Karro had shared her bed. She felt a twinge of jealousy, but this was the Captain, it meant nothing, she knew that, however Casey didn't seem to like the exchange for a different reason.

It was then that Robb's arm rested on her shoulder and she grinned up at him, enjoying the familiarity.

"You're going to have to tell me how my baby cousin threw in with a pirate."
Clara giggled. " Well, Arya'll kill me for telling you now, but honestly, she found me, save me from becoming Wanehope's body slave." She said. "She's rough around the edges, but she's a beautiful person....if you're not the enemy...I'm surprised actually, she's a thing for knives." She said with a nervous swallow.

Casey stood at the back of the pack, a dark look on his face, that seemed to mirror Da'Karro's. "I should have stayed in the cove..." He grimaced, his eyes watching the Captain. He knew that look, Robyn had a thing for strength, and for this Robb Stark to survive the exchange, with only a busted lip meant one thing, and it was something he did not want to admit to out loud. "The sooner we're out of here the better..."

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While Robb and his cousin talked, Jon walked along side Amelia telling her of his home and enjoying her interest in it. He told her of The Children of The Forest whom she seemed so fascinated by and he told her of more current inhabitants whom she would be meeting once they arrived. There was his uncle, Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell. He was the youngest brother to the late king, Jon's father. Uncle Ned was dear to Jon, almost like a second father and a man who'd always looked out for Jon. She'd already met little Arya and bold cousin Robb. There was still the young ones, Bran and Rickon, and the beautiful Sansa. Jon figured she'd get along best with her.

"There it is."

Robb's voice snapped Jon from his chatter and he turned to look upon the place he'd only ever heard about. It was a squat keep of massive size. With high, thick walls of blackened and nameless wood mixed with stone at the base and ice filling it's seams giving it an almost glimmering quality to it. Large, dark spires rose up like blackened icy fingers, battlements too look out across the Isle of Faces for miles. Most of it appeared frozen or iced over yet judging from the countless fires rising from it's base it was probably warm and inviting within. Atop it's towers flew the grey dire wolf of House Stark, the sight nearly brought a tear to Jon's eye. A part of him thought he'd never see that banner fly again.

Jon proceeded at the head of the column, with Robb to his right, Lord Umber to his left and Amelia at his side. Clara was just behind him with Captain Sheva and Arya. Bringing up the rear was all the rest led by Ajax and Queen Tenanye. As they neared the wall shouts went out a horn called out, two blasts. Jon looked up at the horn blowers quizzically.

"Two blasts for rangers returning. Works just as well for kings I suppose."

Robb said as he leaned over and nudged Jon with his elbow. Robb and Jon shared a laugh and they proceeded through the great walls of Castle Black. In the courtyard they were greeted by a bustling community of Northerners. It wasn't just the army camp Jon expected it to be but there was women and children also. Refugees no doubt from fallen cities. Jon spied banners flapping in the breeze bearing the sigils of the great houses of The North. There was the Tully Trout and the Giant of House Umber, The merman of House Manderly and all the rest. One was surprisingly absent however and that was flayed man of House Bolton. Jon found it odd but shelved the curiosity to bring up later.

As they moved through the courtyard and neared the central keep the party was allowed to disperse some. The bulk of the force, Ajax's men were sent to the barracks to get some food, drink and rest should the require it. All their horses were taken to be shod, fed and brushed. The royals on the other hand, along with Captain Sheva and her two crew members were led into the Great Hall where they would meet with the Lord and current Warden of The North, Eddard Stark.

As they entered the massive great hall Jon took in the sight in awe. A massive hall so large a joust could be held within it's walls. Huge pillars built from the trunks of trees were positioned around the room for support of the roof. Each one carved with ancient depictions of battles from The Long Night. Long tables were set up for dining that ran sections of the room and huge hearth fires were placed at intervals between tables in the central walk way to grant much needed warmth and light. Torches lined the walls on iron scones shedding more fire light and bathing the hall in an orange hue. At the front was an ornate looking small table craved of the same blackened wood most of the castle was constructed of. It was carved in the shape of a trees roots with a great wolf prowling along it's length.

At it's head sat Lord Eddard Stark deep in war talks with the other lords. As they approached The Greatjon Lord Umber made the introduction.

"My Lord, apologies for the interruption but I bring guests. Allies of The North and two wayward Starks."

Lord Eddard looked up curiously and as his eyes fell on Jon and Clara they widened in shock. Jon and Clara smiled proudly at their uncle as he rose to his feet and Lord Umber continued.

"May I present the Lady Clara Stark of New Castle and Jon Stark of Winterfell, The King of The North."

Lord Eddard Stark slowly moved around the table, saying not a word. It was as if the older warrior didn't believe his eyes. All eyes of the gathered lords were on the two thought dead Starks, especially he who was to be their king. Eddard neared them, staring at their faces in disbelief. He approached the two of them as they stood shoulder to shoulder, both younger Starks looking at their uncle with pride.

"Hello Uncle."

Jon said finally with a smile. Eddard embraced them both, bringing them into a warm hug. Gods only knew how much he'd missed these two. How much he'd felt he'd failed them in that he couldn't protect them and how blessed he felt now to have them back. After a tender moment he released them and took a step back.

"How?"

He said, his voice shaky with joy.

"I found them in the woods."

Arya offered in explanation. Jon arched an eyebrow at the young girl with a chuckle.

"I thought I found them."

Lord Umber said looking down at Arya.

"Shut up."

Arya replied flatly. Eddard smiled at his daughter but turned back to Jon and Clara, practically beaming with joy.

"Important thing is you're back. That's all that matters."

Jon's face grew sullen and dark as Robb's jaw clenched in frustration, the cousins sharing their disagreement with Eddard's words. There was still a war to fight and deaths to avenge.

"That's not all that matters."

Jon said in a husky tone. Lord Eddard's face grew somber but nodded in agreement.

"Aye. I suppose your right, Your Grace."

The title took Jon as a shock to be hearing it from his uncle but after he spoke the words the lords around rose and knelt before Jon. Eddard and Robb knelt last, Robb with a smirk and wink to his cousin. Jon felt uncomfortable to say the least but also proud to be seen in such high regard by his family and country men. Jon quickly gave them leave to rise, not wishing to prolong the awkwardness any longer.

"Guess we finally have a head to put that ugly old crown on now, eh?"

Came a voice Robb had not heard in years.

"Uncle Blackfish. "

Jon said happily as he went to embrace the man. Ser Brynden Tully was an older warrior whose fought in nearly every war in The North and beyond since he was old enough to carry a sword. He was an incredibly experienced and skilled soldier with a blunt, logical way about him that was refreshing. He had been called Blackfish ever since he refused to marry a lords daughter after his second war feeling he shouldn't be told who and when to marry. He had been branded Blackfish by his older brother, Lord Hoster Tully and carried the name proudly ever since. He had been close with both Jon and Clara for years, often taking them on long fishing trips in the river lands and despite not actually being their blood uncle he was an uncle to them all the same.

"It's good to see you lad."

He replied happily before picking Clara up in a warm hug.

"And you too child, my you've grown more beautiful than I could've imagined."

Setting her down he stood beside Lord Eddard as Robb came to stand beside him as well.

"Guess this calls for a feast father. It's not every day a king returns from the dead."

Eddard nodded with a smile.

"Agreed, you must all be hungry."

With a word Lord Eddard set to having a feast prepared for the entire party. While the hall was being prepared and the food was cooked he turned back to the company before him. His eyes fell over the pirate and the beast, the fae, the giant and the silver haired queen.

"And who are our guests?"

He asked.

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Arya sighed loudly as Clara put her hands on her shoulders. Everyone was always asking after Sansa. How old is Sansa now? How does she get her hair so smooth? Sansa's so pretty. Sansa's so graceful. Sansa's so everything Arya was not. It was enough to make her sick. Arya pulled away from Clara and put her hand on her hip, standing much in the same way the pirate captain was. She liked the stance. It made her feel powerful and in charge. She liked the idea of being a pirate. Having a sword and sailing the seas and doing whatever she wanted, not having to practice her needle work or where those stupid dresses her sister loved so much.

"Hell if I know."

She replied to her cousin with a shrug.

"Arya!"

Lord Eddard chided, in embarrassment. Robb walked over and flicked his little sister in the shoulder causing her to suck her teeth in pain.

"Watch your mouth, squirt."

He said, playing the disapproving older brother. She never understood why he did that.

"Why? Cause I said hell?"

He flicked her again and again she sucked her teeth.

"Ow! Quit it!"

"Stop cursing."

He said with a shrug. She rubbed her shoulder with her other hand, easing some of the sting out of it.

"Why? You curse."

Robb shrugged again, folding his arms across his broad chest.

"I have a beard. When you grow a beard you can curse all you want."

"You call that a beard?"

Jon asked with a smirk. Robb arched an eyebrow as he smiled and punched Jon in the shoulder, playfully. Arya folded her arms over her little bust as her brother had done, thoroughly displeased.

"I can grow a beard if I wanted."

To that her big brother chuckled heartily.

"Good luck with that."

He turned from her and to the royals gathered.

"I'll show you lot to where you'll be staying."

As he looked to the guests his eyes rested on the pirate captain. Arya caught his stare and couldn't figure out why men looked at women like that. He looked ready to bite her or something. Boys were idiots.

Her fathers hands appeared on her shoulders where Clara's had been moments prior, she could feel his gaze on her. She was probably in trouble again.

"Sansa is in the sept Clara. Ser Brynden can take you both. I'm sure you want to see her as well Jon."

He said.

"I do."

Jon replied as he turned with Clara to follow behind the Blackfish to go visit her oh so lovely, oh so perfect sister.

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Robb turned to Robyn, her brashness and fearlessness was admirable. He'd never had a woman talk to him like that. For that matter he'd never met a woman like that. It was oddly enticing. A man could only meet enough meek, polite ladies before he wanted to eat his sword. Yet this Robyn Sheva was something else entirely. Something told him he'd be repaying that punch of hers sooner rather than later.

"Right this fucking way then."

He shot back at her as he walked past her. He led the giant, the fae, the silver haired queen and the pirates out of the great hall through a series of halls until he reached the guest quarters. A long hall way with countless rooms. Each room was larger than most homes and would serve well as living quarters for Jon's allies.

"Pick a room. You can get some rest if you want. Or take a walk, get something to eat..."

Robb said with a shrug.

"Castles open to you."

The Targaryen Queen thanked Robb graciously and entered her room to get some rest. The giant did the same, leaving Robb alone with the pirates. He arched an eyebrow and looked at all three of them. The man with the gauntlet had an odd look to him. Not a warrior type Robb was familiar with but judging from the Kukri lashed to his back he figured him for a skilled fighter. Not many carried that kind of blade who didn't know how to wield it, it was no novices weapon. The other male pirate was staring a hole through Robb to which he found amusing. The man wasn't unfit but seemed slim. Robb easily out weighed him by twenty or so pounds of muscle. Robb gave him a challenging nod to let him be fully aware he wasn't a man to be stared down for long.

"I'm going into the yard, I feel the need to hit something. You three are welcome to join me if you're feeling brave. If not..."

Again he shrugged, honestly not caring what these three chose to do with their time before supper. He turned and walked off down the hall, heading for the courtyard and the training grounds there within.






Ser Brynden Tully led Jon and Clara down a veritable maze of long, cool corridors, dimly lit with sconces. Jon was amazed how big Castle Black was on the inside. He never imagined the infamous keep from the legends he'd been told was so massive. With so many chambers and antechambers Jon could walk for hours and not see the whole of it. As they walked Blackfish spoke casually with them. He told them of how his uncle Eddard had called the banners shortly after escaping Winterfell. He told them of how all the great houses met in the wolfs wood but the Bolton's who'd defected to the enemy. The news angered Jon. That betrayal would not go unpunished. When Jon was finished with Wanhope he would march his army to The Dread Fort and hang Roose Bolton for his treason. For now there was nothing for it, he would not be commanding an army from a sept.

The sept was at the end of the hall and was fantastically designed. With windows that spanned the walls and ceiling it bathed the room in natural, icy light making the entire sept shine. An etching of the Seven Pointed Star of the Faith of The Seven was carved into the glass at the head of the room where the pulpit lay. Candles graced the room in the dozens granting it warmth and added light. The room had seven walls, forming a heptagon. Each wall had an altar for a different god of the faith. The Father, The Warrior, The Smith, The Mother, The Maiden, The Crone and finally The Stranger. The Stark they sought was knelt before the depiction of The Mother.

As they neared the entrance Blackfish paused and ushered them to continue so Jon and Clara made their way in as Sansa prayed quietly. Jon could just barley make out her soft voice saying the words to the hymm.

"Gentle Mother, font of mercy,
Save our sons from war, we pray.
Stay the swords and stay the arrows,
Let them know a better day.
Gentle Mother, strength of women,
Help our daughters through this fray.
Soothe the wrath and tame the fury,
Teach us all a kinder way.
Gentle Mother, font of mercy,
Save our sons from war, we pray.
Stay the swords and stay the arrows,
Let them know a better day."

Jon smiled warmly at the prayer. He'd heard it many times in Winterfell, his mother recited it often. He stepped forward and spoke, his voice soft as to not startle her.

"Sansa..."

Sansa's body stiffened. She did not turn around right away yet Jon could hear her breath catch in a gasp. She recognized his voice but refused to admit he was real. She thought he was dead, she wasn't prepared for her prayers to be answered so swiftly. Slowly she rose and turned, tears already streaming down her soft cheeks. Her bright blue eyes locked on the cousins she'd lost.

"Jon?... Clara?..."

She asked in a shaky voice, barely holding back her tears. Jon walked to her as her arms reached out tentatively to grasp him, unsure if he was real. He pulled her in and she wept on his chest, near to collapse. Jon held her close, he wouldn't let her fall, his strength held her up.

"Oh Jon! Jon you died! They killed you! You were gone!"

She wept. He hushed her gently, caressing her hair with his hand.

"I'm here Sansa. I'm here now."

He said gently as he held her. Sansa was always a gentle heart. She wasn't like Robb or her sister. She never had that sort of strength, but she was strong in her own way. She had a strength Jon could never have. The strength to wait while her brothers and father and uncles rode off to war and wait. To be left behind and pray for them. To bear sleepless nights wondering if she would be an orphan or an only child. The courage to hold onto hope and pray for a better day. In that way, even as she wept in his arms Jon knew that Sansa Stark was the strongest of them all.

After a moment he pulled himself away and Sansa turned to Clara. She tried to speak but had no words. She embraced the cousin she saw as a sister and held her close.

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The sun was setting on another day in the Velilia Kingdom as Davina entered her chambers. Kenna hadn't eaten a thing since her father's death and Davina was becoming increasingly more worried. She had thought that the arrival of Kenna's mother would have lifted her spirits enough to make the girl eat something but to no avail the young queen-to-be still ate nothing. The news of the king's death had swept through the kingdom bringing the king's bastard son and Kenna's mother home to the castle. The fact that the king had been decapitated in his own bed chambers had the castle on an alert that Davina had never seen before.

Davina's father had taken control of the castle. He placed his hybrids on royal guard duty. Hybrids not only guard the doors but they were posted in Kenna's and the queen regent's chambers. Everywhere the two woman went they're was a minimum of ten hybrids with her. Not that Kenna ever went anywhere, only leaving her bed when she had to visit her chamber pot before return to it again. Although Kenna never ate anything her father had royal taste testers that had to try everything before it was given to Kenna or her mother.

The day after the king's death the twins of Apollo had had another one of their visions. They had seen things like Jon allying himself with a pirate and journeying with others through what looked like a forest full of trees with faces. The death of the Atlantan queen and the sacking of Galapagos City. The last thing they had seen were Spartacus four generals leading refugees out of the city. According to Spartacus there was only one place his people would go at a time like this. That was to Amundsen Land. As much as it pained him to leave his niece in the state that she was in his people and his city needed him. He had stayed at Kenna's bedside that entire day and didn't leave with Castiel until well after nightfall when Kenna had fallen into a deep sleep.

Spartacus and Castiel leaving did not concern Davina as since her advisories first assault another had not been made. Her alliances felt no reason to go on the offensive when they held the advantage. The Valyrians arrival made their numbers swarm and they now outweighed the enemy heavily. The Dothraki khalasar had separated into several large hordes that guarded and protected the villages of Velilia. At the base of the wall stood the Unsullied and atop the wall the Beotia archers were armed and ready. Blockages had been set up and Dalila had ears and eyes out in the water watching for the Atlantians incase they chose to attack. Davina had sent a message to the South by way of magic and was expecting her allies from the South to be arriving in the next day or so.

The only thing that was of any concern to her now outside of Kenna's health was Amelia's dragons. The capricious beast had roasted close to hundred men alive since the mother had last them. No one could control them. No one could get near them. They cried out throughout the night calling from their mother who never came. She wasn't sure how long Amelia and her children were use to being apart for but in a land that was strange to them they were far from happy to be without her. When she had awoken that morning she had been told that the dragons had gone. Where to no one knew but they were no longer in the courtyard behind the castle. Amelia's Lord Commander, Ser Jorah, had assumed the beasts were out on a hunting trip. According to him the dragons would be gone for days at time on these trips before returning back to Amelia. The dragons hadn't eaten a thing since Amelia had gone and with all the energy they spent roasting soldiers and crying out for their mom she understood how that could make them a bit peckish. The thought of three empty bellied, hungry and agitated out on a hunting trip had her far more concerned than when they were causing chaos in the courtyard. She just prayed that by the time they returned their mother would be back and awaiting them.