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Amelia Targaryen

"I will do what Queens do. I will rule."

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a character in “Crowns, Empires and Swords”, as played by TvAddict13

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Name
Amelia Targaryen

Age
Nineteen

Appearance and Build
Amelia Targaryen is not only the last Targaryen but the blood of Old Valyria and the dragon. Amelia striking (some claim inhuman) beauty makes her one of a kind as she retains distinctly Valyrian features: a pale complexion and hair the color of the moon. Her hair cascades down from the top of her head to the small of her back. Gleaming green eyes that shine like polished emeralds adorn her oval shaped face. With full pink lips and a perfectly sized button nose, Amelia Targaryen, is the epitome of beauty. She is small in stature being a mere height of only 5'2. Her petite build makes her smaller than the majority of those she comes in contact with. Although she may be the size of child she has the body of a woman. With subtle curves in all the right places Amelia has a gorgeous body. One that due to her time amongst the Dothraki she is neither ashamed or embarrassed to show.

What/ who they are?
Amelia Targaryen is the last Targaryen in the world. She is the last person of the world with the pureblood of Old Valyria and the dragon flowing through her veins. Throughout her life she has gained many titles. Amelia Stormborn, she is called, for she had come howling into the world on Dragonstone as the greatest storm in the memory of Valyrian howled outside. She is Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt Mother of Dragons, Breaker of Chains, Mhysa, Queen of the Kingdom of Valyrian and so much more.

Where does she live?
Amelia lives in the castle known as the Red Keep. The castle is situated in the capital city of Valyria and her kingdom of Valyrian.

Alliances & Enemies
The North is currently in a state of war. Amelia finds herself at the forefront of this war along with many others. Her enemies in this war are King Moloch and the City of Drake, King Deacon Lesseth and Fuaria, Queen Sylvia and the Empire of Atlantia. Her biggest enemy in this war is Wanehope and his Khalidorian Empire as it is because of this god-king claimant that the war was started. While she has many enemies in this war the number of allies she holds exceed her number of foes. The half-god cousins and their Kingdom of Tripartite are her allies in this. As well as Princess Kenna and the South Atlantic Kingdom, Spartacus the King of Galapagos City, Castiel the Alpha King of Amundsen Land and Jon Stark and soon his country of the North.


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Exiled from her kingdom before she was even born the life of the Stormborn would be anything but simple and easy. Her mother had died giving me birth, and her father and eldest brother Rhaegar even before that. The only family she had in the world was her brother Viserys. Had it not been for him she wouldn't have ever even known so much as their names. He was the only one left. The only one. He was all she had. While she should have loved him she feared him instead. As her brother Viserys was suppose to protect her, but instead he'd would scare or even worst hurt her. Always threatening her not to "wake the dragon."

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Her fear of him it what had made her such a meek, timid girl with little to no confidence or self-esteem as a child. Moving from place to place Amelia never had a true sense of home which had a big effect on her as it was all she truly longed for. She had always hoped that when Viserys finally reclaimed what had been stolen from them that his rage would settle and they would be able to be a happy family in a real home. Years had gone by as Amelia suffered at the hands of her brother taking all forms of abuse; that being physical, emotional and most damaging the mental.

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It wasn't until her brother sold her to Khal Drogo for the promise of his crown that she begin to grow as a person. Her brother who had once had all this power over her was now beneath her. She was the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea and the Dothraki people followed him not her. When he had threatened her husbands people protected her and they obeyed only their Khal and their Khaleesi. While it hadn't been her ideal marriage being with the Khal brought out a side of Amelia that she never knew she had. Being with him brought out the courage and strength within her. The fire that flowed throughout the veins of all true targaryens had at long last sparked within.

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On the night that her children hatched from their eggs and were born into the world that fire became an inferno. She felt older than her fourteen years. If ever she had truly been a girl, that time was done. She was no longer a frightened and timid young child but a fiery and fierce woman who would no longer fall beneath the heel of anyone. She would do what her mad brother hadn't been capable of doing and as the last targaryen on earth she vowed that she would reclaim what had been stripped from her family.

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With her Khal gone Amelia risked the chance of the over forty thousand warriors that she led. A woman in history had never led a khalasar and to have one its size would be a task within itself. However one the night her dragons were born the khalasar pledged itself loyalty to her and loyal there were. She was there Khaleesi and was treated with the respect that her men had showed her husband before his departure from the world.

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As the days turned to weeks and weeks to months Amelia grew as not only a person but a leader. It is said that madness and greatness were two sides of the same coin and every time a new Targaryen was born, the gods would toss the coin in the air and the world would hold its breath to see how it would land. While her brother Viserys had been madness she appeared to be greatness. Her followers generally regard her with great respect and love, and she is often compared to her deceased brother Rhaegar, a similarly charismatic leader who was known for his skill, determination, scholarly mind and strong sense of justice. Her primary weakness as a ruler is her youth and relative inexperience; however, she has a keen intellect and learns quickly from her mistakes.

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Although tirelessly ambitious, Amelia is not driven by a sense of deserving or the craving of power that being a ruler gives a person. Amelia does what she does on principal and because she feels that it is her responsibility and duty to protect and care for her people. She has a strong sense of purpose and destiny to her kindness opposed to strictly being compassionate. Amelia is polite and well-spoken, but filled with quiet determination. She is somewhat naive of the world due to being young and living her life with only her brother to rely on for knowledge of the world, but she is intelligent and quick to understand how the world around her works.

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She has emerged from the hardships of her life as a strong, confident, courageous woman. Nevertheless, she has not forgotten what it was like to be one without power, and her experiences have left her with a compassion that is unusual for those of her high stature. She is determined to bring justice through her reign and try to make right the injustice of the world. In spite of her strong moral compass, she is capable of ruthlessly dealing with her enemies. It is was the love of her husband and their people along with the fire and blood in her veins that she truly became who she was always meant to be. The Dragon’s Daughter. The Mother of Dragons.

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In Conclusion

Amelia is polite and well-spoken, but filled with quiet determination. She used to be cowed by her brother's ambitions and his occasional cruel rages, but her time amongst the Dothraki has taught her pride, confidence and skills of command. She is still somewhat naive of the world due to being young and living her life as an exile (with only her petulant brother to rely on for knowledge of the world), but she is intelligent and quick to understand now that she is free to pursue her own path.

Amelia spent her entire life living on the sufferance of others, bouncing back and forth between one benefactor or the next (like Illyrio Mopatis) with her brother, until whatever dreams they had of supporting the exiles' claim wore off and they'd have to move on to another patron. As a result, Amelia has never known a true home. Constantly living under her brother's domination has given Amelia a great empathy with the downtrodden of the world. She is deeply sympathetic to those she perceives as oppressed, while at the same time, her pent up frustration from years of being mentally and physically dominated by her petty would-be-king of a brother make Amelia capable of being utterly ruthless against those she perceives as oppressing others. This has produced a large amount of black-white thinking in Amelia's mind, and she can be idealistic to a fault.

Unlike many in her House, Amelia has thus far not shown any signs of the "Targaryen madness" that plagued her father (and to a lesser extent, Viserys). She has inherited some Targaryen ruthlessness; this is evident when she says that Viserys was not a true dragon when he was burned to death with molten gold, because "fire cannot kill a dragon". However, while Viserys was cruel and demanding to his servants and even his benefactors, Amelia reciprocates the loyalty of those who follow her with gratitude and compassion. Overall, Amelia is much closer in character to her deceased brother Rhaegar Targaryen than to her father or to Viserys.


Skills

~ Archery. She was taught archery by Mira during the time they spent in the South Atlantic together. She didn't have many lessons but she has shown promise.

~ Weaponry. She was taught how to fight with a smallsword by her knight Ser Barristan Selmy.

~ Princess Matters. Sewing, Dancing, Musical Instruments, ect.

~ Being strong. Amelia isn't all that physically strong, but she is able to have strength in the face of great despair or troubled times.

~ Adaptation. She is able to learn quickly and adapt to new situations with ease.

~ Captivation. Amelia has a presence that not many can match. From her beauty alone, to the words she speaks, she can easily hold the attention of and inspire others.

~ Resistant. Amelia is the blood of the dragon and fire can not kill/ harm a dragon. She is resistant to heat/fire.

~ Dragon Dreams. Affect those with the blood of the dragon, who are known to have premonition-like dream ability - they are no ordinary dreams. They often involve dragons but not always.


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A rebellion had taken place in the years before Amelia's birth. Amelia was conceived during the last month of the rebellion that would ultimately end her family's reign over the Valyrian Kingdom. A pregnant Queen Rhaella and her youngest son, Viserys, were smuggled to the family ancestral seat of Dragonstone by the loyalist Ser Willem Darry, to escape the coming Sack of Valyria. In that rebellion her father Aerys II had been slain in his throne room, her eldest brother Rhaegar had fallen on the battlefield. Shortly thereafter, Amelia was born while a great storm raged above Dragonstone, sinking what remained of the Targaryen fleet; for this reason she is sometimes known as "Amelia Stormborn." Her mother died in labor. Amelia is the only daughter and youngest child of King Aerys II Targaryen and his sister-wife, Queen Rhaella. She was most likely named by her mother right before her death.

After the death of their mother and the end of the war, Ser Willem Darry and several other loyal retainers rescue the children and smuggled them into exile, sailing them far away from Dragonstone to a city far away, where they lived for years in a house with a red door. Ser Willem was old and sickly, but Amelia remembers that he always treated her kindly. After his death, the servants drove the young Targaryens from the house. The only thing Amelia remembers is weeping as they were forced out.

The Targaryen loyalists who raised the two children considered Viserys the rightful ruler of the Valyrian Kingdom despite the family's defeat and exile, as did Viserys himself. He regarded it as his duty to revenge himself on the usurpers who murdered his family and reclaim the birthright that had been stolen from him when he was only a child. In the years that followed Ser Willem's death, Viserys wandered various cities with his sister, trying to raise support to retake the stolen throne, which earned him the mocking title of "The Beggar King."

As a result of this long humiliation, Viserys grew bitter and obsessed with his long-denied birthright. Amelia was the only convenient target for his frustration, and over time he even came to blame her for their mother's death. He took pride in his lack of control of his own temper, regarding it as proof that he was a true heir to the Targaryen kings; he regularly warned Dany not to "wake the dragon" by angering him. He often spoke to her of the importance of preserving the purity of their royal bloodline through the ancient Valyrian practice of dynastic incest, so Amelia grew up believing she would one day wed her brother. She was bright enough to realize that most of Viserys' plans for retaking the throne were unrealistic, and as she had no memory of the kingdom herself, his dream meant little to her; instead she longed to return to the house with the red door, which in her mind became a symbol for the childhood she had lost. With no family other than the abusive Viserys and no expectation of ever escaping his control, Amelia grew into a fearful and docile young woman.

Viserys and Amelia eventually found the help they sought in the Free City of Pentos, in the form of a rich and powerful magister, Illyrio Mopatis, who invited them to stay in his mansion and offered his help in reclaiming their throne. While Amelia and her brother stay at the mansion of Illyrio Mopatis in Pentos, Illyrio arranges a marriage between Amelia and the powerful Dothraki warlord Khal Drogo. In return, Drogo is to provide Viserys with ten thousand warriors for his campaign to retake the throne. Amelia's opinion is not consulted, and she realizes this marriage is little different from being sold into slavery. She tells her brother she does not wish to marry Khal Drogo, but Viserys only threatens that she will “wake the dragon” if she fails to please the khal. Despairing, Dany sees no choice but to do her best to avoid her brother's wrath, as she always had.

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At the wedding, the exiled Valyrian knight Ser Jorah Mormont pledges his sword to the Targaryen cause. Amelia receives three petrified dragon eggs from Illyrio, three handmaidens (Irri, Jhiqui and Doreah) from her brother, books from Ser Jorah, and a magnificent silver filly from Drogo. She is frightened by the seemingly barbaric Dothraki culture and particularly terrified of her bridegroom, a powerfully-built man who shares no common language with her. Life in the khalasar is difficult at first; Amelia is lonely and unaccustomed to spending her days on horseback. Nevertheless, she is determined to embrace her new life. Gradually her body strengthens and she begins to enjoy the sense of freedom that came with the nomadic lifestyle.

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The first real turning point comes when Viserys flies into one of his rages at her and Amelia, for the first time in her life, fights back, shoving him away – and finds herself backed up by Jhogo, who whips Viserys and asks the khaleesi how he ought to be punished. Amelia begns to realize that Viserys is ultimately a pathetic bully, and that she herself might not be as worthless as her brother had always claimed. From this day forward, she begins to assert herself more and more. She loses her fear of both the Dothraki and her brother, becoming a strong and confident woman who little resembles the timid girl who had left Pentos. Her growing courage pleases Drogo, and they developed a loving relationship.

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As the months pass by Viserys grows increasingly impatient for the aid he had been promised, and the situation comes to a head when he breaks Dothraki law by drawing a blade in a city considered sacred by the Dothraki, threatening Amelia. Drogo announces that Viserys will have the golden crown he deserves and dumps a pot of molten gold over his head, killing him and making Daenerys the last Targaryen. Dany watches impassively.

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With Viserys' death, Drogo loses interest in the notion of invading Valyria, despite Amelia's attempts to persuade him. This changes, however, when Ser Jorah prevents an assassin from poisoning Amelia and discovers that the usurpers had a price placed on her head. Enraged, Drogo vows before his khalasar to avenge this insult by conquering the Valyrian Kingdom.

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The khalasar continues east, pillaging foreign lands with the intent of selling slaves for ships to make the crossing to Valyrian. During one such raid of a Lhazareen town, Drogo is injured. A Lhazareen priestess, Mirri Maz Duur, offers to treat him, and although Drogo's bloodriders reviled the woman as a maegi, Amelia more concerned about her husband's well-being asks the priestess to heal him. Days pass and the wound festers, making him too weak to ride. Jorah explains to Amelia that her position as khaleesi is entirely dependent on Drogo, and without him, she is likely to be killed. Desperate, she begs Mirri Maz Duur to save her husband, ignoring the possible consequences of blood magic.

The blood magic leaves Drogo but in a catatonic state. Mirri Maz Duur reveals that this was the true price of the blood magic, and that she did what she did as revenge for what the Dothraki did to community. While it pains her to do so Amelia euthanizes Drogo as he would never be the man he once was. Jorah urges her to flee with him into the east, while the men of Dany's khas offer to escort her to Vaes Dothrak to take her place as a former khaleesi among the dosh khaleen.

Amelia, however, decides to finally take control of her destiny. She orders Mirri Maz Duur bound to Drogo's funeral pyre and places the three dragon eggs around his corpse, then announces to the khalasar that she is freeing those who were enslaved, and will lead them all to glory if they chose to follow her. She offers to Aggo, Jhogo and Rakharo the traditional gifts of a khal to his bloodriders; each refuse, saying that to serve as bloodrider to a woman would shame them, but Amelia ignores their objections. Ser Jorah accepts her offer, and she names him the first of her Queensguard.

Amelia then walks unflinchingly into the flames. The resulting magic restores life to the eggs, from which three dragons hatched, the first known for centuries. Amelia emerges from the fire unharmed. Drogo's former khalasar, now hers more surely than they had ever been Drogo's, kneels in awe. Aggo, Jhogo and Rakharo willingly swear themselves as her bloodriders, and Amelia becomes the first female Dothraki war-leader, a khaleesi in her own right.

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So begins...

Amelia Targaryen's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander Character Portrait: Dalila Malyns Character Portrait: Jasunr Alington Character Portrait: Mira Alington Character Portrait: Kenna Caitlin Character Portrait: Davina Mikaelson Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen

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The ruling monarchy of the Kingdom of Tripartite along with Princess Kenna and her lady Davina from the South Atlantic Kingdom were set to arrive in the capital city of Valyria in a mere few hours. She had gotten word of the ship's nearing arrival and the news delighted her as she had been looking forward to the long overdue reunion. While thoughts of the grand feast, sweet wines and stories to come flooded her brain the one thing that was eating at her involved Princess Kenna. The princess had never once mentioned Drake City or the vengeance she wished to have on it and it's king but Amelia knew that she wanted it. For it had been what drove the young future kingdom to seek new alliances to begin with. Now that she had them it would only be a matter of time before the Drake King would fall and join his parents in death.

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Soaring through the clear blue sky above the green winged beast flew over his mother and brothers resting below. Amelia always made time for her children and today was no different. With her largest Drogon by her side she watched her Rhaegal as he happily flew about knowing that his mother's eyes were on him. The meeker of the three Viserion was in his own world as he whipped his meaty carcass about like a simple rag doll. These were the times Amelia enjoyed the most. She could spend hours doing nothing at all but watching her three dragons just be. As Rhaegal landed Drogon let out a scream as his spread his wings of black and red and they stirred the air. Drogon took off into the air and Rhaegal followed his brother's lead as they began chasing each other through the sky.

She couldn't help but smile at the sight as her gaze fell to Viserion. Sliding down off the large boulder that she had been sitting on she walked over to the white dragon. He had devoured the carcass he had been playing with moments before and he now resting with his head laying on his tail. She could tell he was readying himself for a nap as he's eyes would close for longer and longer periods of time. When Amelia knelt down in front of him his eyes came open, "You’re lazy," she told him, scratching under his jaw. "You should be playing with your brothers." Viserion was delighted by the gently touch as he began to make a sound that made Amelia think of a purring cat.

"Khaleesi!" Ser Jorah Mormont her protector and faithful advisor called out to her. Running her hand along top of Viserion's scaly head the fire that swelled within his body could be felt by a simple touch. "You behave yourself," she told him lightly kissing the top of his head as she rose back to her feet. "What is it?," she asked as she came to side in front of her knight. "Your guest will be here shortly. Come you maidens are ready to have you bathed and dressed for the arrival." Nodding Amelia followed Ser Jorah back into the house she could ready herself for the arrival of her guests.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander Character Portrait: Dalila Malyns Character Portrait: Jasunr Alington Character Portrait: Mira Alington Character Portrait: Kenna Caitlin Character Portrait: Davina Mikaelson Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen

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Jasunr & Mira

Dropping to his knees his hands gripped at his skull as the pain got worst and the images kept coming. One of the many things passed on to him through his father's DNA was the power of premonition. He couldn't control when the visions came or bring them forth at will. The worst part about getting the visions was the strain it put on his mind. The images were cloudy and the voices hard to make. Unaware of what was going on around him he suddenly felt hands on top of his own and the vision and voices became crystal clear. Moments passed and the vision ended. His pain he felt subsided and when he opened his eyes his sister was knelt down in front of him. "Well that didn't look good." He sighed as she helped pull him up off the ground. When they touched each other during times of foresight their minds would be in-sync and they would see what each other saw. It not only helped to clarify what they was seeing but it always made the pain more bearable.

"I just returned from being with Davina when I saw you on the floor. Should we tell Kenna what we just saw?" Jasunr thought about for a moment before shaking his head. "If we tell her now she'll probably turned this ship around and head back home. We wait until we reunite with the others at Amelia's home. We will tell them what we saw and together we can come up with a plan of action." Mira nodded in agreement as she figured Jasunr was probably right. Both Ajax and Dalila had probably already arrived in the kingdom and it would take no longer than a hour or so to reach the castle after they docked and got moving.

Trouble always seemed to be brewing for the South Atlantic Kingdom. This time it looked like the City of Drake wasn't the kingdom's only problem. The first half of the vision had been clear but Jasunr had seen ships with the banners of the South Atlantic crested upon them. Loud cries and screams could be heard but no real words. Followed by the ocean tainted red with blood and sinking ships. The second half of the reason had been clear to both him and Mira. The Drake King was preparing for a war. They had seen his men traveling across the lands seeking alliance from anyone who would join their cause. Whatever was coming for the South Atlantic Kingdom both Jasunur, his sister and their cousins along with the dragon queen would be there to strike down any enemies that came along.


Ajax and Dalila

The black winged stallion came in for a smooth landing as it's hooves met with the dirt of land. The landing did not stop the stallion's gait as it galloped across the lands heading for the city of Valyria. Bringing the horse to trot as they approached the city both Ajax and Dalila marveled in the extravagant sights that the city beheld. They could see why Amelia had fought so hard to reclaim her kingdom."Do you think the twins have arrived yet?" Dalila asked as she waved to the kind citizens of the city as they waved and smiled at her and Ajax. A lot of people had came to a halt in awe of the majestic black Pegasus that walked the city streets. "I doubt it. With the way Pegasus flies and the speeds you swim there's no way we couldn't have beat them."

They could wandered around the entire city and never have any idea where they were heading. Through the persuading of his backseat driver Ajax was coerced into asking a guard for directions to the castle. "Hello my good sir! I am Ajax Alexander King of Salamis and this is my cousin Dalila Malyns Queen of Megara. We have come to see your queen Amelia Targaryen but I am afraid we are a little ... lost as my cousin would put it. Could you point us in the direction of the castle?" The guard smile, "I'll do you one better than that.", turning he whistled drawing the attention of two guards on horseback. Motioning them forward he order them, "Escort our royal guest to the queen." The men did not question the other man's authority as the obliged. One rode in front of Ajax and the other behind as they lead the way to the dragon queen.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander Character Portrait: Dalila Malyns Character Portrait: Jasunr Alington Character Portrait: Mira Alington Character Portrait: Kenna Caitlin Character Portrait: Davina Mikaelson Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen

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The water was scalding hot, but Amelia did not flinch or cry out. She liked the heat. It made her feel clean. As Missandei bathed her for a split second she allowed herself to remember her brother. Her mad brother who had died on the Dothraki Sea after her husband had gifted him the gold crown that he had begged for. Her brother had often told her that it was never too hot for a Targaryen. “Ours is the house of the dragon,” he would say. “The fire is in our blood." While there was no doubt that she truly did have the blood of the coursing through her veins the same could not be said for Viserys. As everyone knew fire could not kill a dragon.

When her bath had been over she walked through the conjoined door and found her other three handmaidens arguing over which dress the Dragon Queen should wear for the arrival of her guest. The bickering immediately seized when they saw her as faces become flushed and the room quiet. "Which one do you favor, Khaleesi?" Irri asked her as she laid the dress she was holding on the bed in between to others. Walking around the bed over to where the girls where she looked at all three dresses deciphering each. When she picked the one she wished to wear she saw Doreah face light up which meant she had picked the dressed the Lysene woman had favored.

With her gown chosen her handmaidens began dressing her. Instead of wearing her hair in one of her signature braided styles she has her maidens keep it out letting the loose curls fall. The blue dress has a dark turquoise leather strap that forms a cross in front and is shoulder padded. The material covering her breasts is a lighter blue and has been designed to look like dragon scales and her navel is exposed. The bottom half of the dress white with ripples. Just as she had finished getting ready a knock sounded on her door "Your Grace." Motioning for Jhiqui to get the door the copper skinned girl left her side to answer the door. Turning around on the opposite side of the now opened door stood one of the castle guards, "Your Grace, King Ajax Alexander of Salamis and Queen Dalila Malyns of Megara have arrived." Amelia couldn't help but smile. "Welcome them in. I shall be down in moment."

"Yes, Your Grace." The guard bowed in respect before taking his leave. "I will go greet the guest you four are to clean this room than go and make sure all things are prepared and ready for tonight." Each girl nodded, "Yes, Khaleesi.", came their response in unison. With that Amelia left her chambers and went to the throne room where Ajax and Dalila awaited her. "I am so glad you both made it. I hope the journey wasn't to long." Setting aside the formalities she hugged them both. With Ajax and Dalila here she knew it wouldn't be long before the others arrived. She had had Ser Jorah send a welcome party down to the docks that greet the others when their ship arrived and escort them to the castle.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander Character Portrait: Dalila Malyns Character Portrait: Jasunr Alington Character Portrait: Mira Alington Character Portrait: Kenna Caitlin Character Portrait: Davina Mikaelson Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen

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The docking of the ship came as a sigh of relief to Davina as she was thankful to finally be on dry land again. While she didn't have any negative feels towards the ocean itself she couldn't stand being stuck on one vessel for long periods of time. She blamed it on her inner wolf and it's want and need to not be caged. Kenna just believed Davina had too much evil to stay an any one place for to long.

Amelia had sent a party to welcome and escort them to the castle which was much appreciated by the first time guest. Mounting their horses once everyone was prepared and ready to go the group got moving. Both Kenna and Davina hand noticed that the twins had been quiet since docking but that didn't address it. They figured it was just some twin thing they going on and all would be fine when they rejoined their cousins at the castle.

The capital city of Valyria was a magnificent beauty. The warmth and light of the sun fell over the city giving it a natural glow and making it feel as warm as a summer's day in the South Atlantic Kingdom. There was a cooling yet gently breeze that blew that made the day's climate just perfect. The ride through the city was a peaceful and enjoyable one. As they dismounted their horses servants lead the horses away to the stables and the head of the guard lead the royal guests into the castle and to the throne room where Amelia, Ajax and Dalila had been awaiting them.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander Character Portrait: Dalila Malyns Character Portrait: Jasunr Alington Character Portrait: Mira Alington Character Portrait: Kenna Caitlin Character Portrait: Davina Mikaelson Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen

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Amelia along with Ajax and Dalila had sat in the royal throne room as the awaited the others arrival. They had spent their time making small talk and catching up on what things had being going on since the last time they had all been together. She had been in the midst of telling them about her much the dragons had grown since the last time the two had bared witness to them when the large grand double doors to the room were opened. "I present to you the King Jasunr and Queen Mira of Beotia and Princess Kenna of the South Atlantic along with her Lady Davina." The guard spoke as her final guests entered the room. The seven were all back together again.

Just as she was getting up out of her chair the knights of her Queensguard entered the throne room dragging a prisoner along with them. Who is he and why has he been brought here?", she asked speaking to Ser Jorah who was the head of the Queensguard. "This man was found in chambers. He claims to be the king of ... well the former king of Labrador City. Says he was sent here by the usurper who took his city." Amelia looked at the man before her and couldn't help but pity the old man. He sat on his knees his eyes staring into the marble flooring as the knights stood on either side of the chained king. "Release him!" Amelia ordered as she got off of her throne and walked the old man's side. As she stood over him the man did not more nor spoke, he just stared at the floor. Kneeling down she placed her soft dainty hand on the man's face and he began to weeping at the touch. He was so broken.




The feast had been cancelled. The old king had weeped in her arms for what seemed like hours until he spoke of all the horrors he had bared witness to on this day. A self-proclaimed "GodKing" had sacked the man's city and gotten the king to surrender. In return to his surrender the king, his family and their royal ambassador were suppose to be allowed to safely leave the lost city being given a hundred pounds of gold and a small galley for transport that would lead them to King's Landing. This is what had been promised but not what had happened. Instead this "god king" had had this the ambassador hung by his feet before being set on fire. The usurper had taken the old king's entire family. The former king had been forced to watch his wife be raped by over twenty different men with she screamed and cried and he could do nothing.

The old man had been through much of his horrific tale when he suddenly through up a pool of blood on the floor. After that she had had him taken away and sent her maidens to care for the weakened and disheveled man. Now she sat with both the members of her small council and her royal guest. Something had to be done. Whoever this so called "god king" was he had to be stopped and preferably killed. One thing that the the old king had mentioned before vomiting his bodily fluid was that the usurper had not been alone. There had been a woman with him who looked like a pirate and had taken his youngest daughter for herself. This meant that this king had more forces working for him than just his own. She dismissed her council after a while until she was alone with just the half-gods, princess and lady tribrid. "What are we going to do?"

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Just as they'd arrived chaos had sprung. The knights came storming in with an old man in chains. The man didn't look like much of threat but you could never blame those who protected for being overprotective. Amelia must have seen what he saw however because she had the man released from his chains as she than comforted the man who had been found in her chambers. The old man was holding in a great deal of pain and the second the Silver Queen's hand touched his wrinkled face and erupted in sobs. Jasunr heart felt for the man as did his cousins who like him looked on in silence as Amelia held the man like a mother does her child when it has had a bad dream. At that exact moment one of the moon-haired woman's titles went off in his head. Mysha. He wasn't fluent in the language which it came from but he knew it's meaning and knew that the word meant mother. The Mother of Dragons. The Mysha of her People.

As they all stood around listening to the fallen king's tale of the horrific things he had been through Dalila felt the water in her eyes began to build. She suppressed her tears fighting them back as she couldn't blame anyone could be capable of such cruelty. The man had surrender. He gave up his city and his crown and all he wanted was to get his family to safety. She had never seen nor heard of this so called "GodKing" but whoever this man was he deserved to burn in the deepest depths of the underworld for all eternity. Dalila was no stranger to war and she knew that in it there was blood, gore and causalities. However, this was not something done in the name of battle. The battle had been over. The war won. What the "GodKing" did was unjust and uncalled for and the acts of mad tyrant who's reign should have ended before it ever started.

As if the story had been a tragedy within itself the man than began vomiting up blood. He apologized to Amelia asking her not to be angry with him as the man who had sent him side it was a side-effect of the magic he had performed on him. Of course Amelia being who she was did not become angry when her marble floor had been stained with blood. She had quieted the man and told him that it was okay. Than she called forth her four handmaidens and had them take the old man away to be cared for and get a much needed rest. It was no surprise that after that Amelia had cancelled the feast she had spent who knows how much time preparing for them. Rightfully so though as after the story and scene they had just witnessed no one was much in the mood for a grand feast. Calling an emergency meeting to order with both her cousin as well as her royal guest in attendance they discussed what it was they should do. No one had any clear answers to the question and before long the meeting had been adjourned.

As the room cleared out the Silver Queen and her guest just sat in silence for a long moment as they recollected their thoughts. "What are we going to do?" Amelia spoke breaking the silence. They all glanced at each other as no one knew exactly what to say. As Mira and Jasunr caught each other eye they both knew that this was as good as time as any to bring up the premonition they had shared while still at sea. "I don't know what we should do but I know something is coming -" Jasunr started drawing all of the attention in the room to him. "Today while abroad the ship I had a vision. Some parts were clearly than others but after hearing what the old king had to say I think I understand what I saw now. The first part of the vision was blurry but I saw South Atlantic ships being attacked. I'd been trying to figure out what lands' sigil I saw on the sail only now I don't think it was the sigil of some empire, kingdom or city. I believe pirates .. or better yet a pirate is going to start attacking South Atlantic ships."

He looked at Kenna and couldn't help but feel sorry for the young princess as he continued on. "The second part of the vision thanks to Mira was clear to the both of us." Mira nodded taking over for Jasunr as the bad news kept coming. "The Drake King is drawing up alliances. We saw men dressed in Drake clothing going to lands around world seeking allegiances. I figure he saw you gathering your allies and he decided unmatched it was time that he start collecting some of his own." What it was about the South Atlantic Kingdom Mira didn't know but it seemed Kenna just couldn't catch a break. "The King of Labrador City said that there was a pirate with the so called god king. I am not one who believes in coincidences so my best guess is that the pirate is working with the same tyrant cunt behind the sacking of Labrador City." Ajax said voicing what they probably all were guessing.

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Kenna's heart broke for the fallen king of Labrador City. She had never heard of anyone called the "GodKing" but who ever he was with a self-proclaimed title like that he was a pompous ass who needed to gelded or better yet engulfed in dragon fire. Words did not need to be say as air in the room spoke all the words to no one could find to say. Unlike all the others both Kenna and Davina knew the old king personally. His name was Edmond Goldwell and he was a good man and a great king. King Edmond was a friend of her family's and this injustice would not go unpunished. With the way things had been going in the city the tale the old king told came to shock to her. The siege on the city had taken the city-state and the king by surprise and for his unknowing of what laid in the dark of night his city had fallen to savages.

When he spoke of what had happened to his family and more upsettingly his wife Kenna felt the hot tears flowingly down her face. She knew the royal family personally and to hear what they were all going through her heart felt heavy with sadness and worry. After King Edmond had thrown up blood Amelia had him taken away to be cared for and rested. Looking around the room at everyones faces she could tell that they were all thinking and feeling the same things. The "GodKing" had made a grave mistake sending the king hear. For now the Southerns knew of his existence and presence in their lands and it would not be taken lightly. One thing about the South is that the South always remembers. Something as cruel and unjust as killing, raping and torturing the king's family after he had already surrendered would not be forgiving or forgotten by anyone in the South.

As things settled down the party moved to a meeting chamber where things between the royal guests and the small council along with Amelia were discussed. Nothing had been resolved or decided by the time the meeting had been ended. Once the members of the council had been dismissed by their queen the room grew silent as everyone appeared to be in their own thoughts. Amelia was the one to break the silence asking, "What are we going to do?" That was the question no one seemed to have the answer to as the room yet again grew quiet. This time it was Jasunr who broke the silence of the room. "I don't know what we should do but I know something is coming -" The look that appeared on Kenna's face was one of confusion and worry as Jasunr pulled in everyone's attention around him.

"Today while abroad the ship I had a vision. Some parts were clearly than others but after hearing what the old king had to say I think I understand what I saw now. The first part of the vision was blurry but I saw South Atlantic ships being attacked. I'd been trying to figure out what lands' sigil I saw on the sail only now I don't think it was the sigil of some empire, kingdom or city. I believe pirates .. or better yet a pirate is going to start attacking South Atlantic ships." Kenna had found out about a month ago when they had all gathered in her kingdom that the ruling monarchy of the Kingdom of Tripartite were move than just your average mortal beings. She had known about their sobriquet as half-gods but she had never believe it. It was like when word had spread throughout the lands of the Mother of Dragons, a woman who had birth dragons back into the world. She hadn't believed until she had seen it for herself.

"The second part of the vision thanks to Mira was clear to the both of us." Kenna sighed loudly resting her head in her hands as things just continued to get worst and worst for the South Atlantic. "The Drake King is drawing up alliances. We saw men dressed in Drake clothing going to lands around world seeking allegiances. I figure he saw you gathering your allies and he decided unmatched it was time that he start collecting some of his own." Kenna was lost for words. Just as she had thought she had finally gained the upper hand everything around her seemed to be crumbling. For now not only did she have the city of Drake to contest with but now some would be god king and wretched pirate wench who wished to sink and destroy her fleet for no reason that she could think of. "We have to go home. Our home is in danger and we have to be there to protect and defend it against all who would threaten us." When she spoke she spoke to Davina who nodded in understanding, "I'll have the retainers repack anything that has been unpacked and give word that we need the ship to be prepared to set sail within the hour or sooner."

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The combined news of the old king and the prophecies foreseen by the twins made Amelia feel uneasy. The world was plotting and scheming against them and they had no idea of what to do about. One minute they were ahead just waiting for the perfect time to strike and send Drake City crashing to the ground, and now they were completely in the dark. South Atlantic ships would be sinking and the king of drake was scheming. Nothing was going the way it should. "Your not going anywhere. At least not alone your not. If this so called godking wishes to start a war than war is what he shall have. I will gather my men and have them prepare to sail the oceans." They were more than just allies they were friends and Amelia wasn't going to let Kenna and Davina deal with things on their own.

"I'll send word to the capital and have them do the same with our men." Ajax didn't need to ask his cousins how they felt about this because he knew they were all on the same page about this. While there were no straightforward plans at the moment they couldn't just sit aside and do nothing. No matter if they went after the drake king or this wannabe godking the fact of the matter was the King of Tripartite was going to war with someone. Might as well have the men prepared and ready for it.

As her allies rallied to her side Kenna without her asking or even a hint of doubt in their decisions Kenna in that moment knew that this went beyond just some names signed to a piece of paper. Kenna cared for all of the people around her in that room and they also all cared about her. When the twins had revealed what they had seen while abroad the ship Kenna had felt like the world was coming down around her but now she wasn't as worried or scared because she knew whatever happened she wouldn't be dealing with it on her own. "I'll send word to my uncle in Galapagos City about what is happening. We could use his help."




Amelia had given word to her Lord Commander and the ships and men were being prepared and ready to set course for the South Atlantic kingdom. Davina used a message spell to send Ajax and Kenna's letters to the places of their desire using magic as they had no time to spare of ravens. Davina had also decided that they didn't have time to spend back at sea and even if they had she didn't wish to be stuck abroad a ship again. She knew a teleportation spell that she could use to send to castle. While it was a simple plan to her it seemed everyone else had their doubts.


"Davina I don't know about this. Wouldn't this take a lot of power to pull off." Amelia spoke with concern.

"According to the old king it had taken the usurper along with several others to send him here and he is just one man." Mira chimed in.

"Shows how much of a god he is." Ajax mumbled and Davina couldn't help but giggle at his words.

"I am not that man." Davina said simply as she continued drawing the symbol of the grass field. Amelia wasn't going to agreed to travel this way unless her children could be brought with her. So Davina had agreed to send not to only send the seven of them but the three large dragons with them. Kenna knew what things could weaken or worst kill a witch and a overuse of power was one of them. How much power it took to teleport someone was a mystery to her but she couldn't imagine it was easy. The idea of teleporting seven people along with three massive beasts did not seem easy.

"Are we all gonna end up puking up blood like the king?" Dalila asked clearly as much on the fence about this as the others.

"No. There will be no blood vomiting." Davina said as she finished the symbol.

"Davina -"

Davina cut her future queen off knowing what she was going to say. "I will be fine. I get that you are all worried about what this could do to me but the truth of the matter is I will be fine. I mean I'll be exhausted and pretty tapped out for a couple of hours but aside from that I will be okay." This seemed to do the trick as everyone quieted whatever concerns still poked at the back of their minds. "I am a tribrid with the power of three dead witches along with my own coursing through my veins. Trust me I am one powerful witch."

The dragons were at the center of the circle. Since the rebirth of dragons into the world witches across the world magic had increased significantly. Dragons were magical beings and when Davina was in close approximately with them she drew power from them just as she did from the earth. "So you do know where it is were are going to land right? I mean King Edmond could have landed anywhere from inside the castle to anywhere around." Davina nodded "Courtyard", was the short answer as she began the casting the spell.

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A beam of white light flashed piercing the sky as a gust of strong wind whirled around them. They had arrived in the courtyard just behind the royal castle as Davina had said they would. And you all doubted me and my abilities." She spoke as if she had been insulted before starting to laugh. "Forgive me milady for having doubted you." Her princess spoke as she glanced around at their surroundings amazed that they had actual all made it without incident. "I'll consider it." Davina replied walking over to her princess. She felt lightheaded and somewhat drained but did not let it show in her appearance.

She could hear the guards of the castle fast approaching in the distance alerted by the strange white light. As they neared the dragons roared and shrieked being the guards to an abrupt stand still. They quickly realized it was their princess and her friends and disarmed themselves putting the dragons at ease. "Have the servants ready rooms for my guests at once. Find my father and tell him I need to see him as well. The city is now on high alert. I want guards stationed around the city doubled and tripled her at the castle." Kenna commanded and her guards still surprised stared at her, "Go! Now!" Snapping back into focus the guards all raced back towards the castle to do the things Kenna had commanded.

"Make yourselves at home as always. I will go fill my father in on all that has transpired.", looking at Kenna she added,"Be on a look out for a message from my uncle. If it comes find me at once." Davina nodded and then Kenna took her leave heading into the castle. Looking at the others she wasn't sure exactly what they were all suppose to do now. "Food or drink anyone?"

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"This is where you'll be working. You patrol here until your shift is done and the next shift comes to relieve you."

The South Atlantic guard captain walked the walls of the fortress city that housed the great castle of the royal family. The city had sprung to life after it's princesses returned. Princess Kenna Caitlin had magically appeared in the courtyard just behind the royal castle with several guests, all royalty in their own right. There were even rumors of dragons in the city as well. The guard captain had little time for such rumors as he had the duty of breaking in the fresh recruits. All able bodies were called to service to defend the city. Horrible tales were drifting down from The North and The South Atlantic was not going to suffer a similar fate if their stalwart protectors had any say on the matter.

"Your duty is to look north and watch for any signs of trouble. You spot anything, anything at all and you alert the lieutenant on duty."

"Aye sir."

The young man replied excitedly, eager to get his first assignment underway. The new guard was young, no more than seventeen or eighteen. A boy by all rights but in times of war boys much younger than him have been chosen to take up the call to defend their homelands in the past, now was no different.

"S-sir, is it true? About the dragons sir? I heard from some of the guys in the barracks that they came here with a queen with moon colored hair. They say she is the most beautiful woman in the world and can talk to dragons."

The old captain grunted in annoyance at the young recruit as he stroked his thick mustache.

"You'd best worry about what's out there, lad. War's coming and we need to be ready."

The young guardsmen set his jaw in admirable determination as he nodded with vigor.

"Yes sir!... Umm sir?... What's that?"

The young guard had spotted a single horse and rider approaching the closed city gates. The rider was hunched over in the saddle, little more than a mound of black on horseback. Loping along side the garon was a massive white wolf, bigger than any wolf the captain had ever seen.

"What in seven hells?..."

The captain said as he looked down over the stone wall. They noticed the arrows jutting out of the figure's back and the recruit gasped.

"Is that a corpse?"

The rider seemed eerily still until it weakly looked up with tired eyes to stare right at the captain. As if calling to him the wolf threw back his head and let loose a long sullen howl that chilled all in ear shot to the bone.

"Gods, he's alive! Get down there! Now!"

Jon felt their arms grasp him as he was pulled from the saddle. He was so weak he could barely keep his eyes open. His back burned in stinging pain from the two arrows lodged there. His leg had gone numb from the agony of the shaft in his thigh. If it wasn't for Ghost spurring the horse along he would have wandered off the road and no doubt fallen from his saddle days ago.

"Boy, what happened to you? Boy? Can you hear me?"

Jon blinked his eyes open, it was all he could muster to lift his eye lids. He gazed into the mustached face of a soldierly looking older man, in plate armor. Jon opened his mouth to speak but only weak groans came fourth. The guard pulled a water skin from his belt and dripped some clean, cool water into Jon's mouth. The water was finer than the richest wine to the young man from the North.

"Who are you boy?"

The older man asked once he pulled the water skin away. Jon forced himself to swallow, and took a breath before attempting to speak again.

"Stark.... my name.... my name is Stark."

His voice was little more than a whisper but it registered with the guard captain. His eyes shot wide in shock before he glanced at the white wolf or more correctly dire wolf with the striking red eyes. He knew who this boy was.

"Get this boy to the castle, now! Have the healers tend to him immediately and someone inform the princess. She'll want to know of this at once!"

The captain barked and his man sprang to action. Jon was carried onto a cart and wheeled to the castle while Ghost followed close by. The recruit had watched the entire scene unfold in awe and wonder.

"S-sir?... Whose Stark? Who is that?"

The captain turned to the young man, new to his command and his face showed the years of service under the banners of the South Atlantic.

"The Stark's are kings of The North. That boy is a prince of Winterfell, may be the only one left."

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"What in the bloody hell is a God King?"

The mid-aged king asked in confusion as he poured his five glass of wine. Kenna sighed in a mixture of annoyance and frustration. She sat at the worn down old oval shaped mahogany table with her father sitting opposite from her. Pushing aside the now empty pitcher she couldn't help but roll her eyes as her father downed the sweet imported Galapagos City wine. He father and uncle never seemed to have a good word to say about one another but her father had to admit her uncle's city made the best wine in the world. "Father focus!", she spoke exasperated snatching the man's goblet out of his hand and slamming it down on the table.

Since taking the reins of the kingdom from her father the man hadn't been the same. The once noble king spent his days frolicking and whoring around with his mistress while drinking his weight in wine. Her father had been and still was a great king, but his greed and lust for greater power had lost the kingdom precious land and many invaluable lives. Lives that unlike their land could never be won back. When Kenna took control of the city and kingdom her father had not protested. He had shamed himself, his family, his city and his kingdom when like a coward he plotted and poisoned the ruling king and queen of Drake City. The city of Drake and it's people were once seen as allies and friends of the South Atlantic, but thanks to her father that had all been ruined.

"I don't much if anything about the man other than he possesses some form of magical capabilities and he sacked Labrador City." For the first time during their conversation her father actual took an interest in her words as his face expressed the worry and terror he suddenly felt. "The North has fallen?" The man spoke in disbelief as he took a moment to let the news sink in. The royal families of the South Atlantic and the North had been long time allies and friends. Kenna had practically been raised with the Stark children. "What of the Starks?", the king asked after a long moment of silence. "King Edmond was sent to the Kingdom of Valyrian by the usurper who sacked the city. He is very weak. I am not sure if the old king is going to survive the horrors of which he faced. As far as the rest of the Starks go ... I assume they are all dead."

Her father looked seconds away from tears when a hard knocking sounded on the wooden door disrupting the moment. Getting up from the table her father without a word he father retreated into the adjoined bathroom. "Enter." Opening the door a castle guard stand into the room, "I apologize for the intrusion princess but you are needed at once." Kenna sat in confusion and wonder as to what could be so important that someone would be sent to interrupt her meeting with her father. "What's wrong?", she asked standing up from the table. "A Stark has arrived at the castle. He is gravely injured but alive. Our healers are treating him but it doesn't look good." Kenna couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Locate lady Davina and my guests. Have them brought to me. I shall be with the injured Stark." Nodding the guard left to do as he'd been told. Kenna wondered if her father had heard any of what had been said. If he had he didn't speak on it as he didn't emerge from the bathroom. Leaving her father's chambers she went to see which Stark had made it to her home and how bad of shape they were in.

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The three eyed raven flew up to perch on an old stone wolf, before the entrance to a crypt. Jon recognized the crypt well. It was at the base of Winterfell, he and his brothers had gone down there hundreds of times as children to hide and play. It was always so cold down there, colder than the rest of the keep. He could feel that cold again as the raven flew through the open doorway and led Jon down. Down and down, further and further he walked until all light was gone and he had only the flapping sounds of the raven's feathers and it's cawing to guide him. Finally he saw light up ahead. The simple orange glow of a burning torch. He neared it and pulled the sconce from the wall giving him command over the light. It flickered and turned blue, growing cold as a winter wind yet the light itself didn't fade. Jon could still see clearly where ever the icy light touched.

Down in the belly of Winterfell Jon looked upon the faces of all the great kings of winter, now long dead. Each tomb was crowned with a stone statue of the king buried within, at their feet was their great dire wolf, carved from stone as their masters to remain by their side in death as they did in life. Jon gazed upon the face of Bran The Builder, the first King of The North and builder of Winterfell. He looked upon King Rickard Stark who defeated the Marsh King in single combat and earned the crannogmens fealty. There was King Dorren Stark and King Eyron Stark, King Harlon Stark and King Walton the Moonking. Yet as Jon neared the end of the row of tombs where the most recent late kings lay resting there were three new tombs he did not recognize from his youth. One was of a young man, proud and strong with a full beard and fierce eyes. In his hand was a stone greatsword as long as Jon was tall. Jon stared up into his eyes and realized he did know this king, he knew him well. He'd played with him as a boy, fought with him and hunted with him. It was his eldest brother Brandon. Jon looked to the tomb to Brandon's right and there was his other brother Edrick. Edrick's face was carved with that impish smirk that made Edrick so well liked, never far from a laugh or a bawdy tale Edrick seemed to be looking down at Jon as if knowing a joke he had yet to fill Jon in on. Jon could feel the sadness welling up inside him so he turned to the last tomb.

This one was different, different from all the rest because this one was not a king. This tomb had a woman's statue crowning it. A beautiful woman with long flowing hair of curls that framed her lithe figure. She was young, barely a woman. Her eyes were sad and full of sorrow. It broke Jon's heart just to look upon her. The three eyed raven flew up to perch on her shoulder, its ancient eyes seemed to peer right through him.

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"Look! See!"

It cawed and Jon did as it commanded. He turned back to the stone woman with her sad eyes and began to recognize her as well. He remembered a time when he was young and she was crying. Caught in a tree and too afraid to come down. Jon had climbed up after her and sat with her for hours until she had calmed down. He remembered laughing in that tree as they joked and talked. By the time they had come down she had forgotten all about her fear. She hugged him that day, Jon had always made it a habit of keeping his distance from his kin given his curse but she hugged him anyway, she had told him he was her brother and that she was his sister and that she would never be afraid of him. Jon often thought Mira had helped him that day more than he helped her.

It was then Jon noticed he was crying. He wiped a tear from his cheek and looked back at his sister. Unlike all the buried Kings of Winter who were carved holding the weapons they carried in life, Mira's hand was open as if reaching for someone. Jon rose his hand to touch hers, he could feel the cold stone, smooth as the finest glass. Her stone eyes flicked down to look right at him.

"Remember."


Jon woke with a start, sitting up in bed his body immediately exploded in pain.

"Easy, prince! Easy, take it easy. You must take it slow or you'll tear your stitching.'

Jon clenched his teeth in pain but gently allowed the helping hands to ease him back down. Jon took several deep, steadying breaths before he opened his eyes. He was in a bedroom, finely furnished with exquisite tapestries hanging from the wall. Several scones with candles were hung and lit as well and a warm fire burned in the hearth. Ghost was curled up at the foot of Jon's bed, looking much like a great mound of white that was fast asleep. The windows were drawn with heavy curtains so the only light was what came from the fires burning within the room. He was laying on a fine feather bed easily big enough for four grown adults. He was draped with several layers of blankets and furs, many of which he'd sweated right through. There was fresh linen bindings around his upper chest and over his shoulder, no doubt to wrap his back where his wounds were. His right leg was uncovered by the blankets while a kind looking elderly man sat beside the bed dabbing some foul smelling substance to the wound.

"We've stymied the corruption, prince. We've cleaned and dressed your wounds and it looks like your fever is already breaking."

The old man said as he reached up and touched Jon's sweat beaded forehead with the back of his hand. The old man gave Jon a warm smile before turning back to his work of applying the healing salve to his thigh.

"Good thing too, I know the princess will want to speak with you if you're feeling strong enough."

"I'm feeling strong enough."

Jon replied firmly. The old healer gave a short chuckle deep in his throat at the young mans resolve.

"Oh to be young, I envy your tenacity.

"Don't envy it too much, tenacity get's you shot up with arrows apparently."

Jon said with a tired smile and a weak chuckle. The light laugh made his back hurt which in turn made it funnier in a sad pathetic way. The old healer chuckled as well and shook his head. He finished wrapping Jon's leg and covered it again with blankets.

"Rest now, the princess will be along soon."

With that the healer left Jon alone, with only the sleeping dire wolf for company. Jon stared at the ceiling as his mind began to drift back to the dream he'd just woken from and the people he'd just lost.

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She walked through the halls of the castle until she came to the infirmary. One of the old healers was waiting outside the door when she arrived. "How is he?" she asked with a great deal of concern that was written over her face. The old man smiled at her, "The young Stark is very strong. He is fairly weak but considering he had several arrows sitting out of him when he arrived that is to be expected." Kenna breathed a sigh of relief as she was giving the good news. "So he is going to live?" she asked just needing to hear the words. "Yes princess, the Stark is going to live." She thanked the gods in her mind and smiled at the old healer, "You've done very well. I cannot thank you enough for saving his life." The healer gave a hearty chuckle,"I was only doing my job princess, but your gratitude means more than enough." She nodded in understanding before asking "Is he well enough for me to see him." Nodding he motioned to the door "He said he was feeling strong enough so do not let me stop you."Nodding once again she smiled thanking the man once more before entering the room.

Closing the door behind her when she turned to see the injured Stark was none other than Jon she couldn't hide the smile that spread across her face. "Jon." She spoke as she approached him slowly stopping at the edge of the bed. Looking down at the end of the bed she spotted a great mountain of white that moved up and down with every breathe the sleeping dire wolf took. She was happy to see that not only had Jon made it out of the ordeal alive but so had his faithful companion. "You look terrible." She said speaking the obvious as she looked back at him. "But your alive and that is all that matters." A knocked pounded on the door and before Kenna could mutter a word the door swung open and Davina entered with the others behind her. Looking at the twins of Apollo she asked "Could you heal him?" She had learnt that Apollo was the god of many things including that of healing. She knew Davina could heal Jon but that would require Jon drinking her blood and she wasn't sure Jon would consent to that.

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Being led into the castle by Davina after Kenna's departure Mira was happy to be back in the South Atlantic Kingdom although she wished they had been able to stay in the Kingdom of Valyrian for awhile. Her first trip to the capital city of Valyria had been cut short by unforeseen events but she would go back and complete her stay there once all current enemies had been dealt with. In the dining hall they had been served delectable lemon cakes and lamprey pie with wine. With so many unexpected mouths to feed the kitchen became the busy place in the castle. The small group socialized with one another has they fed on the sweet deserts and fine wine. The laughter and talk came to an abrupt end as a castle guard interrupted them saying the princess requested all of their presence down in the infirmary.

Popping one last lemon cake into her mouth Mira followed behind the others as they were all escorted to the infirmary. Davina knocked and entered not even giving Kenna or the injured lad a chance to invite them in. "Could you heal him?" Kenna asked looking directly at her and her brother. Sharing a glance between siblings Jasunr nodded, "We are the children of Apollo. Of course we can." The healer had already patched up all of the man's wounds so Mira didn't need to so much as heal the man but speed up the process of the old healer's work. This is when the power of vitakinesis came into play.

ImageJust standing in the room with him she and her brother could sense the cause of the man's wounds and it surprised her that he had lived long enough to seek medical attention. Walking over to the bed she pulled back the blankets and furs that covered his body, "This won't hurt. I promise." She spoke before resting her hands on the boy's thigh. Taking a deep breath a tingly warm sensation ran through her body as her hands began to glow a yellow hue. She rested her hands on the injured thigh for a minute before running her hands up along the man thigh to his shoulder. Doing the same thing as with his thigh she pressed her hand on his injured shoulder wound letting her power do it's work. Lastly she eased the man forward and and pressed her hand on his wounded back.

When her hands stopped glowing she knew that the job was done. She slowly stripped the man of his bandages before smiling proudly "Good as new." His wounds were completely healed and she had even managed to leave him without the scarring that he would have had had he went through the long recovery. "Do yourself a favor and avoid arrows for a while." She said with a smirk before walking over to were her brother and the others stood. "So, just out of curiosity who is the boy I just save from weeks of bedridden boredom?"

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Jon had been laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. His back ached and his leg throbbed but those were paltry things when compared to the hurt in his heart. The memory of his mothers corpse as it lay brutalized on the cold stone floor. The memory of his sister's whimpering body in his arms as the last of her life left her. The news of his eldest brother's death in the first of the battles for The North and the discovery of his other brothers demise during the defense of Winterfell. The only member of his household left to him was a father that is said to have been tortured near to madness and is now across the sea in a country he could no sooner reach as he could grant life to those he'd lost. He was an orphan, no better than a bastard with no house or name. Ghost seemed to sense the storm brewing inside him and lifted his head to look at Jon. Those ancient looking red eyes, deep as mountain snow and red as the finest rubies. Jon reached out a hand and felt the soft white fur of Ghost's coat, taking comfort in the touch.

The door opened and in walked a princess. With soft waves of light brown hair falling about her body in smooth tresses with eyes that were warmer and softer than a spring sun Kenna Caitlin smiled at him. Jon had known Kenna since he was a boy, she had spent many a seasons in The North with his brothers and sister. Kenna had been the one to teach Mira how to wear her hair in the high braided fashion of the Southern Kingdoms, a style Mira had always adored. It was Kenna that proved to be the only quarry that was unattainable for Jon's charming older brother Edrick and even out rode Jon's eldest brother Brandon once when the children went on a forest ride. Jon had always seen Kenna as almost another sister, a connection he never realized was as important as it was now when he was left with no other family.

"Jon."

She said with a happy, relieved smile as she approached the edge of the bed. Ghost turned to her and licked her hand in greeting as Jon winced as he pushed himself up enough to press his back against the headboard.

"Your grace, you'll forgive me if I don't stand."

Jon said in a weak attempt to make light of his injuries.

"You look terrible. But you're alive and that is all that matters."

Jon tried to smile but the memories of all that he'd lost wouldn't allow him that.

"It isn't all that matters."

He replied somberly. Before Kenna could say another word there was a knock at the door and the door swung open. In stepped Davina, Kenna's oldest and must trusted friend, a friend to Jon and his family as well as the most powerful being Jon had ever met. Davina was a tribrid and the only one Jon had ever met or heard of. She was unbelievably powerful but fortunately she was no more evil or wicked as Kenna was and for that they were all very fortunate. Jon counted himself lucky to call her a friend. Davina wasn't alone. Along with her were five people Jon had never met. Two men, both warriors by the look of them. One was massive and thick with muscle, built more like a mountain than a man he towered over everyone in the room. The other had a proud, noble look to him and while he lacked the hulking mass of the giant he still had a soldiers build of finely honed muscle. The other three were all women. One had hair that was not black nor even raven colored but noirette and fine as silk with natural waves that framed her face. Another had eyes as blue and deep as the ocean with skin that was a fine bronze. The last woman drew Jon's gaze longer than all the rest. This ones hair was the color of the moon and her eyes were green and gleaming as polished emeralds.

Jon blinked and finally his gaze left the silver haired beauty as he heard Kenna speak to the two men and the dark haired woman.

"Could you heal him?"

She asked and the soldier answered.

"We are the children of Apollo. Of course we can."

The woman stepped forward and pulled the furs and blankets from the bed, exposing Jon's ravaged body. Tended to or not he was horribly bruised and sporting countless cuts but it was the deep crimson stains seeping through the fresh linen bandages that made him look near a corpse.

"This won't hurt. I promise."

She said kindly as her hands reached out to touch his thigh. Even from the light touch of the woman's delicate hands Jon grimaced in discomfort. His leg burned with stinging pain but he said not a word of protest. She took a long, slow breath and her hands began to glow. Dimly at first the light grew brighter and brighter until her hands seemed to be made of golden light. Jon felt warmth spread through him, radiating from his leg up through his entire body. It was soothing and therapeutic and within mere moments all the pain was gone. The flesh knit itself together miraculously under her touch as if it had never been marred in the first place. She repeated the process on Jon's shoulder and back before her hands returned to normal. She removed Jon's bandages and gave him a warm smile.

"Good as new. Do yourself a favor and avoid arrows for a while."

Her smirk was infectious and Jon couldn't help but smile back.

"I'll do my best."

She walked back over to the two men before addressing the others in the room.

"So, just out of curiosity who is the boy I just save from weeks of bedridden boredom?"

Jon tested his newly healed body as he swung his legs over to let his feet drop to the floor. No pain in his leg at all, if anything it felt better than it did before. He rose from the bed and savored the strength that filled him now. He pulled on his leather breeches and slipped his shirt and black leather jerkin on before he answered for Kenna.

"My name is Jon Stark. My father is Edmond Stark, King of The North."

Jon fastened the buckle of his jerkin shut and reached for his sword belt. He strapped Longclaw to his hip before continuing.

"I'm the last son of Winterfell."

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Sending the castle along with the entire kingdom into a state of high alert the castle guards disbanded with purpose. Kenna having much to discuss with her father the king left lady Davina to host her guests as she departed. The dragons feeling at ease and that the threat to their mother had passed took their leave as one by one they flapped their wings and ascended into the air. "Food or drink anyone?" Calling back Amelia's attention she smiled as she and the others were lead into the castle for wine and food.

Once they had all been seated the servants of the kitchen brought out lemon cakes, lamprey pie and wine from the city of Galapagos. Amelia favored wine from Galapagos City. The exotic wines tasted like no other wine she had ever tasted and ever since first drinking it in Qarth she would drink nothing but if given the choice. There was still much to be figured out and planned but for the time being the six highborns just sat talking and laughing amongst themselves. The armies of the her kingdom and the Kingdom of Tripartite were being sent to assist Kenna's men and this coming war. All that could be done for now was to await the arrival of the men so they could go to the North and put the "Godking's" head on a spike.

It wasn't long before chaos sprung yet again as a castle guard came to them in the dining hall and said that Kenna requested their presence. Not to keep the princess waiting they all abandoned their food and drinks and went to the infirmary where Kenna awaited them. When they entered the room the first thing Amelia noticed was the large direwolf in the room. It's pelt was as white as fresh snow with blood diamond red eyes. It was a beauty.

As Mira stepped forward to heal the injured man Amelia watched with curiosity. She knew that all the half-gods had special abilities just as Davina had but she had never witnessed their magic. She watched as Mira's hand became brighter and brighter glowing in a golden yellow hue. The daughter of the sun traced her hands up the man's body going over his wounds. In minutes she rendered herself done and stripped the man of his bandages. Completely healed looking at him now you would never know that just a mere few hours ago he'd been staring death in the face.

As he stood and dressed himself Amelia felt herself staring but couldn't make herself look away. A handsome man with a strong body that came from years dutiful training and dedication. His hair dark as obsidian and mysterious eyes to match Amelia had never felt this sort of attraction to another being before. Even her late husband who her brother had stoled her to in the promise of one day winning his crown she had not initially been attracted to. In fact she had been filled of fear when she had first laid eyes on her sun and stars. Whether that had so much been because of the hulking giant who eyes seemed to pierce through her or the thought of what her brother would have done to her had Drogo not taken her she didn't know.

"My name is Jon Stark. My father is Edmond Stark, King of The North. I'm the last son of Winterfell."

His words broke her out of the trance and she was suddenly filled with sadness as images of King Edmond flashed through her mind. The twins, Dalila and Davina had all offered to heal the man before they left Valyria as the man was in dire condition. Despite their pleas the old king had refused their help and while it had pained them they had respected his decision. Everything the old king had been through had made his heart heavy with sadness and guilt. He thought his whole family dead, he had been overthrown and his city taken by an cruel bastard who thought himself a god when in truth was the devil. Even as she had promised Edmond that she would help him take back his throne she knew that old man had given up on everything including his own life. As she was leaving Ser Jorah had pulled her aside and told her what she already knew. The old king would not make it.

Now here she stood with the king's living heir and she wished that the old king knew of his son's survival. For maybe if he did it would have been enough to make him want to hold on and fight.

"I am Amelia Targaryen. Queen of the Kingdom of Valyrian. The usurper who sacked your home sent your father to me. Your father told me as well as the others of what happened to him, your family and your people. I make you the same promise as I did your father. The self-proclaimed godking shall pay for what he did. They all will." The very thought of the man made the fire in her veins stir and burn hotter. She wouldn't be able to return King Edmond to his home but with his son there was a chance. She was the last Targaryen and Jon the last Stark. Just as she had reclaimed her home she would make sure that he would do the same.

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"I am Amelia Targaryen. Queen of the Kingdom of Valyrian."

Man and wolf seemed to turn in unison as the silver haired queen spoke, the first of the unfamiliar royals to do so. Ghost rose from the bed to bound to the floor beside the Stark who'd found him when he was just a pup. The great dire wolf with its fur white as winter snow seemed to stare at the woman as if she'd addressed him directly.

"The usurper who sacked your home sent your father to me. Your father told me as well as the others of what happened to him, your family and your people."

Jon looked into those emerald crystals of hers and wondered just what his father did tell her. Did he tell her of the fear in the keep after the news of Brandon's death? Did he say how Jon had caught him comforting his weeping mother the day before the battle? Was it the suddenness of the attack he told her of and how quickly the Khalidorian's overwhelmed Winterfell's unready defenses? Did he mention of how Edrick died atop the battlements commanding the castles defenders? Did he tell her about Mira or mother? Did he know? Jon had been the only one there to bear witness to the aftermath of what Wanhope's men did to them. He remembered the battered body of the corpse that was once his mother, once the woman who sung him to sleep and held him when he was frightened. Her clothes were strewn about her in tatters and her body was so badly beaten she was almost unrecognizable. His sister they had been gentler with if one could call it that. Her lip was bruised and bleeding but beyond that they hadn't marred her. Her cheeks were stained with fresh tears and her hair was astray. Her clothing was no where to be found. She had been clutching her stomach in pain from the stab wound. Jon had covered her in his cloak and held her until she died. He could still feel her body trembling in pain and shaking from her sobs.

"I make you the same promise as I did your father. The self-proclaimed godking shall pay for what he did. They all will."

Amelia's voice pulled Jon from his mind horrible memories. Her voice was full of fire and promised blood. He could hear it in her words, see it in her eyes. Perhaps Wanhope's warning had effected her but not in the way he may have hoped. If he'd desired to frighten her, to weaken her resolve he failed. Jon looked now onto a woman who was resigned to see justice done and if rumor was correct she had three living dragons to see the thing done. Yet while her fires burned hot there was a cold inside Jon, an ice that was growing and cooling his veins. Like a chill wind, frigid as the grave and twice as foreboding. A cold that called for vengeance and a cold that would not end until justice was done.

Jon nodded slowly as he stepped toward her, his eyes, black as a starless night sky and hers, shinning like the finest of emeralds locked onto one another. Two children of murdered families, one of fire and one of ice. He nodded slowly in agreement, Wanhope had just indebted himself to House Stark in a deal for blood. As lightning gave way to thunder so to must murder lead to vengeance, and Jon would have his vengeance.

"Thank you, Queen Amelia."

Jon said gruffly, the grief was still too raw for him to say much more. He gave her a subtle nod and weak smile to show his gratitude.

"My father... is he alive?"

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"We are the children of Apollo. Of course we can."

Kenna breathed a sigh of relief smiling as Mira stepped forward to heal the last Stark.

"This won't hurt. I promise."

She heard Mira say before laying her hands on Jon's thigh. Kenna watched attentively as the Mira took a deep breath before her hands slowly began to glow. The golden hue shined brighter and brighter before Mira began to slowly run her hands over Jon's injured frame. What took only moments felt like hours as Kenna hadn't realized she was holding her breath throughout the course of the entire healing process. When the light of Mira's hands began to fade Kenna knew it was done. Carefully Mira undid Jon's bandages and when the wraps had all been removed Kenna was amazed. She had expected there to be some scarring or some kind of evidence of Jon's previous wounds but there was none.

"Good as new. Do yourself a favor and avoid arrows for a while." Mira said jokingly as she rejoined her family.

"I'll do my best." Jon said with a smile that made Kenna smile. He was really okay.

"So, just out of curiosity who is the boy I just save from weeks of bedridden boredom?" Before she could respond to Mira's question Jon answered for her.

"My name is Jon Stark. My father is Edmond Stark, King of The North. I'm the last son of Winterfell."

"I am Amelia Targaryen. Queen of the Kingdom of Valyrian. The usurper who sacked your home sent your father to me. Your father told me as well as the others of what happened to him, your family and your people. I make you the same promise as I did your father. The self-proclaimed godking shall pay for what he did. They all will."

As Amelia spoke you could sense the burning fire behind her words. Amelia had once been almost exactly in the same position Jon now found himself in. Home over taken by usurper's who truly had no claim to the land of which they took. Being the last surviving member of a dynasty. This was personal to Amelia and Kenna knew that. This was personal to all of them for one reason or another. Jon thanked Amelia giving the Silver Queen a weak smile and a subtle nod.

"My father... is he alive?" Kenna had known this question was coming.

He was alive when we left but .... the odds aren't in his favor. Your father has given up Jon. They offered to heal him just as Mira did for you but he refused all offers. Your father has lost his city. He thought his family all dead. He has no desire or will to fight. Am sorry Jon but if your father hasn't taken his last breath yet he will before we could get word to him of your survival."

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"He was alive when we left but .... the odds aren't in his favor. Your father has given up Jon. They offered to heal him just as Mira did for you but he refused all offers. Your father has lost his city. He thought his family all dead. He has no desire or will to fight. Am sorry Jon but if your father hasn't taken his last breath yet he will before we could get word to him of your survival."

Jon turned from Amelia to Kenna as she spoke. The news wasn't something he wasn't expecting but that didn't make it any easier. His mother was dead, and his sister and both of his brothers. Only his father remained yet even him now Wanhope stole from him, yet this death ached in a way the others didn't. Perhaps it was the hope that he was alive and alright, the hope that they would be reunited. Jon had heard his father's bannerman Roose Bolton once say that there was no true despair without hope. Perhaps this is what he meant. The hope that fills someone, gives them the belief that things will be better can be dashed in an instant and that is when despair invades and consumes them.

Jon nodded slowly in understanding as Ghost whimpered at his side.

"I'd heard once that broken men are dead men whose bodies don't know it yet..."

Jon took a moment to process the added death of his father to all the rest.

"So my father is dead too then. That's another life Wanhope owes me, pity he can only pay his debt with but the one."

Jon addressed the room with a seething hate as he uttered the murderers name. In reflection to Jon's hatred Ghost snarled viciously at the mention of Wanhope as if the dire wolf as well understood and loathed the very mention of the supposed god kings name. Jon reached out a calming hand that grasped the fur in the back of the great beasts neck, the thick white fur bristled under his touch but calmed even if the blood thirst only cooled somewhat.

"A great injustice has been done to my family. Wanhope's invaded the lands my house has ruled for thousands of years. He butchered both brothers, tortured and caused the death of my father.... And my mother and sister..."

Jon lost his voice as the grief seized his heart. Sorrow mixed with anguish and anguish twisted into anger. Jon clenched his jaw and his fist in reflex.

"He has to die. So how do we do it?"

Jon asked hungry to seek vengeance.

As the room full of royals discussed the best course of action the sun began to set and for the first time in thousands of years, far in The North, there was no Stark in Winterfell. There were foreigners, walking it's walls and dining at it's tables. Foreigners slept in it's beds and sat before it's hearth's. Deep in the Wolfswood a howl went out, an angry howl of wild hatred and hunger. Then another, and another. Soon the whole of forest was singing for blood in a ghostly chorus. The invaders listened and listened well. Despite their fearlessness in battle, their strength and their might every one of them felt a little colder that night and found sleep illusive to them. The North didn't want them there. They made The North bleed and The North would make them bleed in return.

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They had sat in the infirmary for hours upon hours discussing plans of what was next to come late into the night and early morning. By the time they had called it a night they were all well deserving of needed rest. Forces from the Kingdom of Tripartite would arrive by morning and the men of Valyrian a day later. Kenna still hadn't yet received word from her uncle but was confident that he would help fight in the coming war. She had told them that during her meeting with her father her father told her that Atlantia had put up a blockage in the ocean disrupting Galapagos City trade. Obviously, the king of Galapagos had his hands full with concerns of his own. Retreating to her chambers for the night Amelia mind was swarming with thoughts and schemes. While she was determined to win this war she knew that Wanhope wasn't coming into this war alone. Jasunr vision showed this much when he saw the pirate ship and the fact that the Drake King was seen rallying allies to his side she knew without a doubt that they would be allies in this war. As she slept on this night she also dreamt.

The sea was lapping all around Winterfell. She saw black waves crashing against the gates and towers, and then the salt water came flowing over the walls and filled the castle. Drowned men were floating in the yard. She couldn't see faces only bodies. Suddenly she dream darkened until she saw nothing. “To go north, you must journey south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward, you must go back. To touch the light you must pass beneath the shadow.” “Rhaegar?”Amelia called. “Where are you, Rhaegar?” Then she saw him. Her brother was tall and handsome, having the same emerald green eyes as hers and the silver hair of the Targaryens, worn long. “Remember who you are, Amelia. The dragons know. Do you?” He disappeared just as fast as he had appeared. Than there was only her and the dragon. Its scales were black as night, wet and slick with blood. Her blood, Amelia sensed. Its eyes were pools of molten magma, and when it opened its mouth, the flame came roaring out in a hot jet. She could hear it singing to her. She opened her arms to the fire, embraced it, let it swallow her whole, let it cleanse her and temper her and scour her clean. She could feel her flesh sear and blacken and slough away, could feel her blood boil and turn to steam, and yet there was no pain. She felt strong and new and fierce.

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The night sky was dark and clear. Absent of any stars with just the glow of the moon giving off any light. Dragon dreams. Dragon dreams appear to have haunted those with the blood of the dragon throughout the generations; some more than others. The Targaryens were well known for their premonition-like dream ability - for their dreams were no ordinary dreams. She had the dragon dream more than once in her life. Amelia had dragon dreams proceeding to the birth of her three dragons. She dreamt of a black dragon prior to her wedding day. Newly wedded, when she was in despair on the Dothraki Sea, and feeling that she couldn't go on, she dreams of a black dragon again. She also dreamt of the black dragon the night before she sacked the city of Astapor. Only after the events meant to happen had happened did she ever truly understand the meaning behind what it was she dreamt. Now would be no different.

ImageDeciding it was time for her to return to her bed Amelia exited the balcony as she walked across the room to her bed. As she was about to climb into bed she heard and saw the shadow of footsteps moving past her door. Walking to the door she quietly opened it enough for her to peek her head out into the hall and caught the glimpse of a shadowed that looked like a big dog .. or wolf. The thought of Jon's dire wolf immediately popped into her mind and she knew exactly what was going on. She had worn a simple robe to bed and was definitely not dressed to be going outside but if she tried to change now she would lose both man and wolf.

Without even giving it a second thought she left her chambers and went after the vengeful Stark. She understood why he was doing what he was doing but the fact of the matter was no one man could kill an entire army. Even if he was did prove successful in what to her was a suicide mission he would never get out of Winterfell alive after the deed was done. Than the last living Stark would be dead and while Wanhope would be dead Jon's people would be forever lost without a Stark to lead them. The ground was cold and somewhat moist as the walked barefooted across the dirt of the stables. She knew of what the Stark was planning and that if he wanted to reach home he would be need of a horse.

"Jon", she called out to him as she found him strapping a saddle to the back of a pony. 'I know what you are planning to do and if you go down this path you will not make it out alive." She spoke as she walked closer to man and wolf but stopped as Ghost's blood red eyes fell upon her. She kept her distance not wishing to make the wolf turn on her. "Let us help you Jon. I know you want justice and revenge and we all want that for you. We just want you to still be alive once you've gotten it." She prayed that Jon would hear her words and listening to her. If there was one person in this godforsaken world that understood what it was he was going through it was her. While it was a different set of circumstances that had put each of them on their paths, Amelia had once found herself in the very same position he was in now. She knew what it felt like to lust for vengeance and because of that knew that in lust one's mind was clouded to judgement. "Don't do not do this Jon."

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Jon Stark had been struggling with the saddle's straps in the moonlight when he heard Ghost whimper at his side. Jon turned expecting a guard or a stable hand or anything but what he bore witness to. A vision wreathed in silver, with gleaming emerald eyes that seemed compassionate and sad. Robed in naught but a bed slip Jon could not help but stare at angelic beauty as the queen of Valyrian stood before him in the pale moonlight.

"Jon, I know what you are planning to do and if you go down this path you will not make it out alive."

Jon paused for a moment, sighing in frustration under his breath. She wanted to help him, chances were they all did. Every royal here gathered was a friend to peace and champions to justice in their own right. But they didn't understand, they couldn't understand. None of them could. What he'd suffered, what he'd witnessed would not allow anything other than blood for blood. Wanhope owed him a debt and Jon was going to collect.

"Let us help you Jon. I know you want justice and revenge and we all want that for you. We just want you to still be alive once you've gotten it. Do not do this Jon."

Her voice was soft yet resolute in her compassion for him. Her intentions may have been noble but she didn't understand anymore than the rest of them. She had taken a step forward but one look from Ghost warned her not to take another. Jon set his jaw in annoyance and frustration but turned to her regardless.

"Do you think I care if I live or die? Do you think that matters to me anymore?"

Jon glared at her with eyes full of a child's anger and a siblings loss. He walked toward her, fist clenched with his heart in his throat as he spoke.

"Wanhope murdered my brothers... both of them. He set his men to raping and murdering my mother and sister, a little girl! He tortured my father near to madness and sent him off to you as a warning before he too died. I see them every time I close my eyes, hear their screams in my head."

Jon was angry, so angry. He'd never felt anguish like this before and that anguish had unlocked an rage inside he didn't know he had. He hurt all the time and the only thing that gave him any semblance of peace, any hint of respite was imagining killed Wanhope. It was as if his anger made him strong as long as the pain was there but the minute he'd try to tend to his pain he'd just shatter into a million pieces. Jon walked up to Amelia and stood before her. The air around them seemed alive and powerful. As if if two great forces were meeting and their presence was touching, testing one another. One of cold the other of indomitable heat.

"I'm going to ride North, I'm going to go to Winterfell and I'm going to put a sword through Wanhopes throat. My family deserves justice, I am going to give them justice. If you want to help me, don't try and stop me."

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"Do you think I care if I live or die? Do you think that matters to me anymore?"

The glare in his eyes as he walked towards her with clenched fist was one of pain, grief and anger all wrapped into one.

"Wanhope murdered my brothers... both of them. He set his men to raping and murdering my mother and sister, a little girl! He tortured my father near to madness and sent him off to you as a warning before he too died. I see them every time I close my eyes, hear their screams in my head."

The more he spoke the more the wrath burning and twisting inside him consumed him. Everything he spoke about and felt was something that while she herself hadn't endured she could empathize with. When the maegi Mirri Maz Duur had used her magic to take her sun and stars away from her. Weeping, Amelia had smothered Drogo with a pillow to end his misery. As revenge for what the magei had done Amelia had had the woman tied to Drogo's funeral pyre and let her burn alive. So she understood everything that Jon felt but she still would not let him go down this path.

"I'm going to ride North, I'm going to go to Winterfell and I'm going to put a sword through Wanhopes throat. My family deserves justice, I am going to give them justice. If you want to help me, don't try and stop me."

"Your family deserves justice and will have justice but not on this night. Do you really think that this is all about you. This war may be starting because of what Wanhope did to your family but it is not just about your family and what they deserve. This is about Winterfell Jon. Not the Starks of Winterfell but of the North as a whole. Your city has been burned, your men lay slaughter, your woman have been beaten and raped and the children lay scared and crying if they haven't already been butchered and killed like their fathers."

The fire inside of her stirred and blazed hotter as there was no way in the seven hells she was going to let Jon throw his life away when there were so many people who now needed him. Amelia knew what it was like to crave vengeance and justice but she also knew that in matters such as this patience was a virtue. She may not have had to wait to her revenge against Mirri Maz Durr but it had taken her four years after Viserys death to exact vengeance on the usurpers who had overthrown and slaughtered their family. Was it going to take as long for Jon to do the same, she didn't know but the one thing she did know was that if he wanted this he would need to be patient and let those around him who wished to help him help him.

"Jon you are the last Stark of Winterfell. If you go out there and get yourself killed that will be the end of the Stark line. Your family will be nothing more than a once powerful name, a soon distance memory and a page in some man's history book. You are now the sole heir to your father's throne and the only Stark capable of saving the North. If you aren't going to live for yourself than do so for the people who need you."

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"Your family deserves justice and will have justice but not on this night. Do you really think that this is all about you?"

Her words stung deep. Jon was eleven years old again and The Halfhand was shouting at him in the woods, calling him a fool boy. He felt ashamed and angry, not wanting to be berated for what he felt was the right decision.

"About me?! Wanhope-"

"This war may be starting because of what Wanhope did to your family but it is not just about your family and what they deserve. This is about Winterfell Jon. Not the Starks of Winterfell but of the North as a whole."

She cut him off, disinterested in his childish complaints. The fire he'd seen in her when he'd woken up had grown and was blazing bright. She was fierce, she was beautiful and strong. Jon stood in awe of her passion and felt wholly foolish and ashamed of himself. She was right. His father knew that but he didn't, the fool boy who wanted to play at hero. Edmond Stark was now being called The King Who Knelt all around the world. Some saw that as slight, a weak name for a weak king but Jon knew better. Edmond Stark did not bend the knee out of fear, he did it for mercy. He wanted to protect his family, he wanted to protect his home and the people who lived within it. Even in death his father was still teaching Jon, odd that it took a foreign beauty to show Jon that.

"Your city has been burned, your men lay slaughter, your woman have been beaten and raped and the children lay scared and crying if they haven't already been butchered and killed like their fathers."

Winterfell was his home, he'd lived there since his birth. He knew every stone, every tree in it's Godswood and every name of every soul living with it. There was Mikken the Blacksmith, Ser Rodrick Cassel and his daughter Beth, she had honey hair. He remembered Old Nan with her stories and Measter Luwin with his wise council and the kind giant Hodor. There was Farlen, Palla and so many others. So many men and women and children. All dead or enslaved or scattered. Their home gone, their lives torn asunder.

"Jon you are the last Stark of Winterfell. If you go out there and get yourself killed that will be the end of the Stark line. Your family will be nothing more than a once powerful name, a soon distance memory and a page in some man's history book. You are now the sole heir to your father's throne and the only Stark capable of saving the North. If you aren't going to live for yourself than do so for the people who need you."

Jon was silent, his gaze fell away from Amelia's no longer able to look her in the eye. How wrong had he been, how close he'd come to throwing everything a way for a boys snap decision. He could hear his father's words in his head, "You are a Stark of Winterfell, you know our words."

"Winter is Coming."

Jon muttered almost to himself more than to Amelia. Jons eyes rose slowly, weakly and full of sorrow.
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"Our words... Winter is Coming. My family have held these words since the age of heroes. They have ruled as Kings in The North for centuries. The first Stark, Bran The Builder fought the White Walkers along side the Children of the Forest during The Long Night. He erected the Grey Keep of Winterfell. My family unified The North and have guarded it for generations. Then He came... He led his men out of the darkness to come for us all. In what felt like a single night he'd undone all my family has accomplished and worked towards for thousands of years... He burned Winterfell, butchered it's people, torched it's hold fasts. I can still feel the heat from those fires, I can feel them on my face. The screams are as loud now as they were when I was there.... And I would have thrown away my country's only chance at salvation on a fools gambit. A childs dream. I'd forgotten our words, Winter is Coming. "

Jon paused to look down at the massive dire wolf at his side. Even now Ghost was beside him, ready to fight and die at his side. Jon reached out a hand and ran his fingers through the white coat of the beast.

"Our words serve as a reminder of our beginnings in the wake of the Long Night and of the grim importance of things to come. They are meant to ensure we remember our past and what we'd suffered before and what hardships await us when the snow begins to fall. They teach us to rely on one another, to protect each other. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. My father taught me that, I thought my pack was gone but..."

Jon stared into those captivating eyes of the Valyrian Queen. The fire inside her seemed warm to him now, inviting. Like a hearthfire in Winterfell's great hall. He couldn't even remember why he had been angry with her moments ago. What a fool he'd been. He truly knew nothing.

"I guess I was wrong."

Jon smiled, a small one but a smile none the less. He turned from her and walked back to the horse. He took hold of the saddle and let his hands rest on the leather a moment before resigning himself to his decision and pulling the saddle from the pony and resting it on the rack with the others. Jon walked across the courtyard and paused beside her once more.

"Thank you Amelia."

With that he left her in the moonlight, the heroine who'd saved his life, his family's legacy and his country's people all in one fell swoop. Jon had almost exited the courtyard when he noticed Ghost wasn't beside him. He turned back to see the white dire wolf was still there, standing before Amelia Targaryen. He was just staring up at her with those ancient ruby eyes. The beast made no sound, just held her in his eyes.

"Ghost?..."

Jon asked. The wolf stood before her a moment longer before bowed his head and walked past her towards Jon. Ghost pawed his way past Jon and up the steps. Jon watched as the wolf ascended the stairs and vanished into the hall. He looked back Amelia curiously. Ghost had never behaved that way before, it was certainly odd. There was something about that woman, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Ghost felt it and Jon as beginning to feel it too. He bid her goodnight and returned to his room. Jon disrobed and collapsed in bed. His mind turned over on itself but he found sleep and with sleep, he found dreams. Yet these dreams were unlike any he'd had before.

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She was standing outside of the Atlantean palace. Two men stood in front of as a guard ran up to the palace gates. "Tell Queen Ariana that Godking Wanehope and King Moloch of Drake City are here for an audience with her." Queen Ariana? Godking Wanehope? King Moloch? Reaching out her hand she attempted to touch the Drake King but her hand went right through him. Am dreaming she thought as the guard responded as any guard should questioning the men that appeared out of nothing and wished to see his queen. In response to this the Godking raised his hand and it began to surge with electricity. "I do not need protection. Now go tell your queen of our arrival before I decide that I do not need permission from her guards to enter." Fuck the gods! Not only is he a pompous ass but he holds power like that of Ajax. Just what this world needs.

Her eyes widened when twenty undead Hopites clad in black armor that was covered by black robes each carrying a trident and a shield in hand as they marched in a dark unison approached the gate. "Fuck. The. Gods. What is this queen the daughter of fucking Hades." Mira shouted as she the two men followed the undead into the palace. She didn't wish to follow but that was not the way these dreams worked. Following behind the two the Drake King spoke as they entered. "I hear you took the City of Labrador. The Kings in the North have ruled there for centuries and have many allies. Attacking them may not have been wise." You have no idea. Mira thought to herself as a devious smile grew on her face.

"Welcome godking... and Drake King, I Queen Ariana of Atlantia and my sister High Oracle Sylvia greet you. Both of you requested to speak with me and now both of you have the chance. So how i ask want is it you seek from me and my empire? Words of trade? Or is it a plea for us to join in your war?", the Queen spoke addressing her uninvited guests. "The invasion of Labrador was not wise, it was a necessity. My people are starving right now and I cannot say the Starks did not expect that a starving nation would act violently when embargoed." Whether or not any other parties in the room felt any sympathy for Wanehope or his people was beyond her but she personally did not. Starving nation or not what the severity of what Wanehope did was unjust and nothing would stop her or the others from making sure him and those that joined his side would be punished.

Walking over to a desk he took out a parchment of paper that he had in his robe in order to uncrease it. "I am in fact here to ask for aid in this war. We do not have a navy and I hear that Atlantia not only has the largest, but the finest as well." Her brown eyes rolled at the comment of Atlantia having the finest navy. She wasn't aware of numbers in the case of Atlantia one thing that she did know was that their navy wasn't taught and commanded by the daughter of the sea as the Kingdom of Tripartite navy was. She wounder how Dalila would respond to that comment as Wanehope continued on. "I have also heard that the empire is dwindling. I have even heard rumors of potential bankruptcy. Luckily for you I need a navy to assist my armies." An empire built on the water that was slowing submerging in debt. This was interesting. "This is my proposal. In exchange for assisting Khalidor in our war I will give a large grant of gold to Atlantia for the war effort. Two hundred and fifty thousand ingots to be precise. That should last for a while. After the war is finished we will split the North Atlantic. You will get the west and I will get the east. Additionally I will give you twenty thousand soldiers and one hundred meisters to help you take Galapagos. Also I offer another five thousand ingots of gold and my offer of assistance in taking Galapagos will increase to thirty thousand in exchange for the Hudson Valley."

If it wasn't personal before it had just gotten personal now. Her friends were one thing but now he crossing a line when it came to her wine. No one, not even Jupiter himself, would disrupt the flow of Galapagos wine. She wasn't sure how the Galapagos King was fairing with the blockage but she knew it would be dealt with before it caused damaged with the Kingdom of Tripartite trade with the city. As Wanehope pricked his thumb with his tooth to make it bleed with the scroll in hand he wiped the blood on the inside of the scroll making it glow red. "It is a blood contract. If I do not send your gold, your promised troops, or give you your promised land then this spell will kill me. On the other hand if you do not lend me your navy after you get your part of the bargain or betray me than you shall die. Do we have a deal." Mira while obviously not against the use of magic was not a fan of blood magic. Blood magic was evil magic which at this point she was far from surprised that Wanehope dabbled in this as well.

The meeting was held for what felt like hours. By the time the deal had been made Mira was sitting on the palace floor just wishing to awake. "So that is that with this my Empire joins yours in war. Once again the trident will run red with the blood of our foes." That meant that going into this war Wanehope had the forces of his own army, that of the Drake King's, the Atlantian Queen's and the Fuarians. This did not worry Mira in the less especially now that she knew of what he enemies planned. The forces of the Kingdom of Tripartite would by arriving by noon and the Valyrian forces would be a day behind that. She would warn Kenna and get Kenna to war her uncle as what was going to be arriving on his shores. More time passed when finally she heard the words that concluded this longing drawn out meeting. "Now unless there is more either of you wish to add then as the godking said our business is over for today.", and just like that she was awake.

Sitting up in her bed she spared no time as she climbed out of bed and ran to the door. "You! Come here. Quickly!" She said calling out to a servant who was standing down the long hallway. When she approached Mira told her, "I need to speak with my cousins, your princess, her lady, the silver queen and Jon Stark. If they are asleep than have them woken and tell them to meet me in the meeting courtier at so as possible. It is gravely important." The woman could hear the level of urgency in Mira's voice and left right away. Closing her chamber doors she dressed herself and hurried out of the room to inform them of everything she had seen and heard.