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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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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.

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Amelia laid in bed staring up at the ceiling. Her mind was flooded with thoughts of the pasted night. She wasn't sure what the dragon dream she had meant but she knew it had to do with the coming war. When the black dragon had opened it's mouth the hottest flames in world shot out and encased her in a cocoon of great flames. She had heard it singing to her. She'd 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 had felt strong and new and fierce. Let she had been he children had hatched from their eggs and had been born back into the world by her.

The other thing on her mind was not a thing at all but a person. Jon Stark. Had she not been up when she was last night they would have all woken to an absent Jon and Ghost as the man and wolf would have been a quarter of the way the to the North. He had been so filled of rage, grief and pain that he was willing to give his life if it meant that Wanehope would die with him. Fortunately for all her words had managed to get through to him and he had abandoned his mission which would have lead to an untimely death and a whole country of people without a true leader to led them. If she knew one thing she knew that when Jon did return home his people would rally to his side and fight with him to the death if that is what it lead to because he was their one true king.

The screeching sound of a bird cawing drew her out of her own thoughts and back into reality. Swinging her legs over her bed she walked out onto the balcony to see a falcon perched on the railing. A small fae, about the size of a Hummingbird, descended off the back of the majestic bird. She hadn't seen a fae since the end of the war when the now Queen Tenanye fought along side her. Walking over to the railing she cupped her hands and the fae climbed inside her hands. "Good morning, Your Grace.", the fae chirped as Amelia walked back inside the room. Sitting down the fae on the small table that was situated in the room she sat down. "Good morning to you. What is fae doing so far away from Ananasi?" Amelia asked genuinely curious. "I was sent by Queen Tenanye herself to you. The Spider Queen has a message for you, the Dragon Queen." Amelia nodded wondering what this message was. "The queen knows that you are preparing for war and she offers her assistance to you." This surprised Amelia. She had thought to ask for Tenanye's help but one thing happening after the other she hadn't had the time to reach out and ask.

Suddenly the sound of knocking hit her ears and she excused herself as she got up to answer the door. "Your Grace, I sorry to intrude but Queen Mira requests an audience with you in the meeting courtier." What this was about Amelia didn't know but if she was needed she would go. Sending the woman away she walked back over to the fae who was patiently waiting. "When you return home I want you to thank the Spider Queen for me and tell her I appreciate her willingness to help me in yet another war," pausing an idea suddenly popped into her mind, "How would you like to accompany me to my meeting. Some of my other allies have gathered and something tells me this meeting will be about battle plans and such. This could be useful information to your queen." The fae nodded as she climbed back into Amelia's hand. She knew that the fae was capable of flying but she wasn't sure how the staff of the castle would reaction to seeing their first fae. Leaving her chambers she went to meet with the others in the meeting courtier.

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Jon was enjoying the simple repetition of archery practice. The careful knocking of the arrow, the tension on the bow string, the silence before release and the excitement of the arrow in flight. It was simple, it was easy and it was relaxing. For just a few precious hours Jon Stark wasn't an orphan. He wasn't a rightful king or an exiled prince, he was just a man with a bow trying to hit a stump of hay. Jon relished the soreness in his arms and back, the tingling in his stressed fingertips and the relative quiet of the courtyard. As the sun touched the rest of the castle and woke the rest of it's occupants most paid him little mind or were polite enough to leave him be. The stable hands bid him good morning and went about their business. The men at arms remarked at his skill or said nothing at all and strolled about to do their respective duties. The serving staff for the castle bowed or curtsied politely and left him, most without so much as a word.

Quiet mornings was not something he was going to come upon with any regularity in the coming months so Jon was intent on savoring every moment of this one. He pulled back on the bowstring, careful to zero in on his target. His fingertips held the string deftly as he readied his shaft. He breathed slowly and released. The arrow went sailing and struck the stack of hay with a resounding thwak. Jon lowered his bow before rolling his shoulder to ease some of the welcome tension in the muscle. The shot was a bulls eye. Jon was satisfied with his work and walked the length of the field to retrieve his arrows. As he did his eyes were drawn upwards, as if to the heavens.

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There she stood, on a balcony looking out across the castle. If Jon thought she was beautiful in the moonlight the sunlight made her unfathomably gorgeous. Her long silver hair hung about her loosely, unbound from her slumber. Her emerald eyes that attracted him so seemed to catch the sunlight in such a way to almost glimmer. Her body was draped in the sleeping gown Jon had seen her in last night but in the morning wind it caressed and hugged her body just enough to tease his imagination. Jon couldn't help but stare at such splendor. Even as a tiny winged creature appeared and began speaking with her Jon struggled to take his eyes off Amelia Targaryen.

"Your Grace?"

Came the voice that tore him from the balcony back to the courtyard below. Jon spun around to find a young man, no a boy, standing behind him. His hands were respectfully folded in front of him and his head was slightly bent forward also in respect.

"Your Grace, Jon Stark?"

The boy asked again.

"Your Grace?"

Jon replied finally, asking as to the title. The young man looked a bit flustered at the question and swallowed nervously before responding.

"Apologies y-your, prince, Stark. I only thought, given your fathers passing that you would be-"

"Your Grace."

Jon finished for him in understanding. Jon hadn't really given it much thought but there were a great many things he was going to have to learn and become accustomed to now that he was the rightful King of The North. Jon's acceptance of the title seemed to put the boy at ease and he smiled casually.

"Queen Mira requests an audience with you in the meeting courtier."

"Thank you."

Jon said with a polite nod. The boy nodded in return and turned to leave but Jon remembered suddenly he had no idea where the meeting courtier was.

"Wait, hold on. What was your name?"

Jon asked after the boy as he walked toward him.

"Podrick, Your Grace. Podrick Payne. I'm a squire in the service of House Caitlin."

"You think you could show me the way to the meeting courtier, Podrick?"

Podrick smiled happily and nodded.

"Right this way, Your Grace."

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Mira stood in the meeting courtier with her arms crossed against her chest and her foot impatiently beating against the marble flooring. What part of gravely important does no one seem to understand she thought to herself as Kenna was the first to arrive. Her foot stop as she unfolded her arms letting them fall at her sides. "Where's Lady Davina?" she asked when she noticed that the lady was not by her princess side. Kenna hadn't had the chance to answer before Ajax came strolling into the courtier. "Do you recall at what hour we left the infirmary last night? I do. Which is why I was asleep." Mira rolled her eyes, snapping her fingers she than pointed to the table surround with empty chairs, "Sit. Now." She heard his groaned as he mumble something under his breath as he went and sat down awaiting the arrival of the others.

Jasunr and Dalila were the next to arrival walking in together. "Mira. It's early." Dalila complained as her and Jasunr walked over to the table and took two of the empty seats. Amelia and Jon arrived shortly after one coming after the other. Just as she was about to yet again ask where Davina was she arrived with two men."Who are -", she paused for a moment before just shaking her head point to the table where the others sat,"It doesn't matter. Everyone just sit so I can explain why I've you all .... well most of you here." When Davina and her guests had sat Mira walked to the end of the table and began to speak.

"So last night as I slept I dreamt. This dream wasn't just a dream but-"

"You saw the future?"

"The past. I witnessed Wanehope forging his newest alliance. He has not only rallied the Drake King to his side but the Atlantans as well. The man seems to possess magic similar to that of Ajax and the Atlantans are practicers of necromancy. In exchange for assisting Khalidor in the coming war Wanehope has promised the Queen of Atlantia gold. Two hundred and fifty-five thousand ingots to be precise. As it would seem Atlantia has fallen on tough times and are in serious need of the Khalidorian gold." She took a moment as she thought about what else she had heard and seen before continuing.

"He has also granted the Atlantian Queen thirty thousand of his men to help her take the capital city of Galapagos. Apparently he has a hundred thousand soldiers to the northern border of Galapagos. The godking spoke of invading from the north while the Atlantians would fight from the east. However, the Atlantians Queen sees the the best way of attacking as being Wanehope's army striking from the north while her navy attacks from the sea." Remembering Wanehope's comment about the Atlantians having the greatest navy in the known word. Shifting her gaze to Dalila she added, "Also according to the so called godking the Atlantians have not only has the largest, but the finest navy in the lands. As the daughter of the sea you may wish to do something about these rumors. The last thing we need is your father's delicate feelings getting hurt and him unleashing a wrath of earthquakes, tidal waves and hurricanes galore."

"We will see who's naval fleet is better when hers is sinking to the bottom of the ocean." Dalila spoke clearly annoyed by this. Mira seeing this couldn't help but smile. Dalila was normally the passive one of the group. Opting to do anything to avoid war but when it came to her kingdom, her family and the water she would kill without a second thought.

Getting back on track she continued on about the enemy's plans. "According to the Atlantian Queen years ago a great ship sailed east into the African Ocean. The ship was called the Victory. It sailed until it came upon the island. They named it the Island Victora. In the ruins of the island some kind of golem army. The queen wants to find this island as she claims it could bring the world under the trident."

"It's highly unlikely that something such as this exists. Especially on some unknown forgettable island."

"That may be true, but in a world of dragons and magic there it's anything I would say couldn't have at least at one point in time have existed. Anyways a may existing golem army is the least of our worries at the moment. It turns out that the pirate ship you saw in your vision was that of Captain Robyn Sheva. I heard her name spoken at the meeting. Wanehope is having the Atlantian navy deployed to destroy the South Atlantic's navy and transport his soldiers to Drake City. She will be sending out her fleets to raid and blockade the South Atlantic."

"So in this three pact alliance, Wanehope get's the usage of the Atlantian and what I would guess also Drake City's naval forces. The Atlantians will get much needed funds and as they see it they will all expand their lands."

Mira nodded. "Am not sure if anything was signed between Wanehope and Moloch but a blood contract was used between him and the queen. If either doesn't hold up their end they will die."

"A bit extreme."

Mira just shrugged. "Northerns."

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Jon listened to Queen Mira speak with growing concern. Wanhope alone had taken over his country in the blink of an eye. An allegiance now with the Fuarians, the Atlanteans and Drake City only made their duty all the more difficult. Still Jon had to admit, new alliances or not Jon's allies still out numbered his enemies with ease. Not to mention the living god spawn and the mother of dragons on his side victory was not at all out of the question. Jon had seen what Wanhope was capable of but all men could die, he was no different. Jon sat back in his seat, bringing his hand to his chin in thought. He was trying to see the plan, the best course of action. He remembered back to his training as a boy at Winterfell with Ser Rodrick. He remembered pouring over old maps and tomes of battles long fought. Ser Rodrick would test him endlessly, forcing him to glean the strategies that worked and the ones that didn't. Where mistakes were made and discovering what one commander was plotting against the other.

"They're driving a wedge between us, they want to split us up so we can't overwhelm them."

Jon said, thinking out loud to the royals gathered. The decision to have a dual invasion was wise. Wanhope knew he was out numbered and an all out battle in The North would only force him to put his army and the armies of his allies against a vastly larger force. Attacking the Galapagos while striking south from Winterfell will force Jon's allies to divide their forces to deal with both threats. Jon started thinking of the best way to neutralize at least one of these threats. Wanhope had a secure foothold for now in The North. As long as he held Winterfell he could strike south anytime. They needed to route him out of his family's keep.

"We have to take Winterfell. Take his foothold in The North."

Jon's mind returned home. He was in the wolfswood and the isle of faces, he walked through the riverlands and the godswood. He could see the great houses of his country as well. The Karstarks with their white sunburst sigil and the Umbers of Last Hearth carrying their banners depicting a giant breaking free of chains. The Boltons and their flayed man and the trout of House Tully along with all the rest. They were Northmen, proud men. Men not made to kneel easily. Northerners are bred to endure, to survive. But how to find them and unite them?

Slowly his gaze drifted to Amelia Targaryen as it was tending to do with increasing regularity as of late. Yet this time it wasn't to merely linger on her beauty but in remembrance of the words she'd spoken to him. "Jon you are the last Stark of Winterfell. 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." His people, they were his people. His father's people and his father's before him. The men of the North were Stark men, men loyal to his house and name for thousands of years. Brandon the Builder united the people of The North to battle the White Walkers along side the Children of The Forest during the Long Night. A Tully married into the Stark family and swore the Riverlands to the Kings of Winter. A Stark granted a keep and lands to a younger son, Karlon, in return for putting down a rebellion. His family then grew up into the Karstarks. Starks fought the wildlings and their so called Free Kings beside the Umbers of Last Hearth, thus earning their fealty. Boltons? Back then they were the bane of the North. A few were even rumored to wear their enemies' flayed skins as cloaks. But after centuries of war, they too bent the knee. They were all loyal and have been for years, they would fight for him now if only they knew that a King in the North yet lived.

"I have to get North, I have to go home. If I can get back into The North I can unite my people. Northerners do not bend the knee easily. There will be many who resist Wanhope and his forces, men loyal to House Stark, men who'll fight for me. If I can get north I can unite my fathers... my bannermen and take the fight to Wanhope from the inside. We take Winterfell from him he'll lose what he's gained. He'll lose his ability to strike further south. That would isolate the Atlanteans on the border of the Galapagos where we could then destroy them without them receiving any support from Khalidor."

Another idea sprang to his mind as well, mad but it might ensure the naval battles stays in their favor as well as keep Wnahope busy while Jon sneaks back north.

"This pirate captain of Wanhope's, this Robyn Sheva. She could make getting North all the easier if she's raiding his coasts and ships while we sneak by. Do we know why she's working with Wanhope? I'd wager it's gold, only thing I've ever known to motivate a thief. If that's the case she can be bought. We should try and bring her to our side as well. The more we take from Wanhope, the more we isolate him, the easier it will be to put a sword through his heart."

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"They're driving a wedge between us, they want to split us up so we can't overwhelm them."

The Stark was right. Wanehope had taken the North and had set things in motion to attack both Galapagos City and the Velilia Kingdom. They couldn't allow Galapagos City to be sacked like the North and they also couldn't let the South Atlantic fleet be sunken. They were being forced to divided their forces as well as their attentions. They couldn't focus solely on Wanehope and his acts of injustice when there was absolute chaos heading for Galapagos and them in the capital.

"We have to take Winterfell. Take his foothold in The North. I have to get North, I have to go home. If I can get back into The North I can unite my people. Northerners do not bend the knee easily. There will be many who resist Wanhope and his forces, men loyal to House Stark, men who'll fight for me. If I can get north I can unite my fathers... my bannermen and take the fight to Wanhope from the inside. We take Winterfell from him he'll lose what he's gained. He'll lose his ability to strike further south. That would isolate the Atlanteans on the border of the Galapagos where we could then destroy them without them receiving any support Khalidor.

"From the way the spoke in my dream it seemed like they were sending out their forces immediately. I don't even know how many days have passed in-between what they said than and where we are now. For all we know the ships and men have already been deployed and are coming for us as we speak."

Mira knew how badly Jon wanted to return home and even if he was right and his bannermen did flood to his side the North had already been beaten once. What state were these men in? None of them knew. How many of them still breathed? None of them. This mission could very well be a suicide mission and with all the other threats closing in on them now wasn't exactly the time to be taking a leap of faith.

"This pirate captain of Wanhope's, this Robyn Sheva. She could make getting North all the easier if she's raiding his coasts and ships while we sneak by. Do we know why she's working with Wanhope? I'd wager it's gold, only thing I've ever known to motivate a thief. If that's the case she can be bought. We should try and bring her to our side as well. The more we take from Wanhope, the more we isolate him, the easier it will be to put a sword through his heart."

"I would rather just kill the pirate." Dalila spoke bluntly while she was still contemplating the idea in her head. "Pirates aren't to be trusted. We could offer her all the riches in the world and she could still turn around and stab us in the back. Take our gold and tip the man off as to our plans." It was well known that pirates and sell-swords alike were two things to never be trusted in the world. There was no honor or loyalty in what they did. Only profit. Which is why dealing with such people was so dangerous, because for as much as one man could pay there was always another who could pay more.

"Well daughter of the sea what would you suppose we do?" Ajax asked as Dalila began to ponder. "I'll call forth the creatures of the sea to protect the sea ports of the kingdom and Galapagos City." Dalila shared her father's divine authority over the creatures of the sea and horses alike. The creatures of the sea treated her with deference and lordly respect. If she called they would come and if told to do something they would do it without hesitation. "I'll send a sea serpent to destroy the existing blockage. Merepeople will be stationed in the United and Brazilian Oceans near the sea ports to protect the Galapagian ships and destroy any arriving Atlantian ships. The Salamis and Beotia kingdoms naval forces will also be sent to Galapagos City as a precaution. Sirens will be place a couple of miles outside of South Atlantic ports to do what they do best. I'll guard and protect the South Atlantic with my fleet and the South Atlantic's to take care of any ships that would make it pass the sirens."

"I'll led my men out of the city to intercept the arriving men of Drake coming in from the south. Mira you can lead Dalila's land forces as she will be busy at sea dealing with the ships."

"I could take the men west towards the Brazilian Ocean. Setting up station a couple of miles outside of the city while the South Atlantic troops could guard the capital."

"Which means that me and my men will be going with Jon to the North to re-band his bannermen."

The half-gods thought over their plans in their mind waiting for the others to speak up if they had anything to say or suggest.

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The land before them was a vast expanse of bogs and swamps. The Neck stretched from the North American ocean to the Euro-Asian sea running the length of the territory line of The North. Any army thinking to attack The North from the south would be forced to wade their way through The Neck. The swamps of The Neck are ruled by House Reed, the cranogmen that live there. Small, shy people who rarely leave their swamps. They live in houses of thatch that float above the murky waters that hide terrors form ages past. Unlike the rest of The North the cranogmen keep no garrisons and raise no soldiers for petty spats with neighboring houses. Their lands protects its own. An outsider will find in The Neck and endless morass of suck holes, quick sand and green grass that looks solid to the unwary eye but turns to water the instant you tread upon it. If you're lucky enough to be armored you'll only drown inside your own steel. If you're not you'll get to meet what swims in that water, serpents and monstrous lizard lions with teeth like daggers and never enough to eat. One needn't worry however, only your horse will live long enough to feel their poisons burning through their veins. If you somehow survive all this you may find that a well placed dart can be as deadly as any blade, not that you'll see the cranogmen blowing it your way.

This is what lay before them, before Ajax Alexander, Amelia Targaryen and Jon Stark along with what few men they brought along with them. Jon had insisted on a small party, little over sixty men in total. An army trudging through the swamps would lose half of their number at any rate and Jon doubted his ability to navigate The Neck as it was. He was from The North but that didn't mean he knew The Neck, the swamps of the cranogmen were known to only those that live in it and even they find surprises in it's murky waters and vine laden trees. Jon had to somehow guide the force at his back through the swamps, with minimal losses to the quick sand and worse of The Neck in order to drive further north and seek out his bannermen. He knew they were out there somewhere, he just needed to find them.

Jon brought his horse to a halt, tugging at the reins gently causing the destrier to whinny in protest. Jon tenderly patted the neck of the great black horse calming it as his eyes scanned the swamps ahead. The ground was already sodden and more mud than soil. What grasses there were stood tall as a man and could be hiding anything. Jon could hear the slow moving water up ahead and the hissing of lizard lions within. Ghost growled at the side of Jon's horse, apparently hearing the beasts of the swamp as well. The horses would have a tough time moving through the thick mud with riders so they'd have to lead them on foot. Jon rose a hand and stopped the column.

"Dismount, we go on foot from here."

Jon said turning back to look at them. Ajax was to his left. The massive man almost dwarfed the stallion between his legs. The son of Jupiter was a mountain of a man and his weight would surely sink his horse in the first mud pit they crossed, though something told Jon the big man could carry the damned horse if he had to. No easy feet considering the gargantuan sized warhorse was easily a quarter the size bigger than Jons.

To his right was Amelia. The beautiful queen was mounted gracefully on a magnificent silver coated mare. The horse moved effortlessly through the obstacles in it's path, rider or not. The two moved together as one as if Amelia was born in the saddle. Jon wondered where she'd learned to ride so well. Amelia had volunteered to join Ajax in accompanying Jon north. He had thought better of it, concerned for her well being knowing what danger faced them in enemy territory but one look from the Mother of Dragons warned him better of voicing his concerns. She was as brave as the rest of them, braver perhaps and if Jon was going to be honest with himself he wasn't keen on the idea of not being able to see her every day.

Jon walked around his horse and helped Amelia out of her saddle with a hand as Ajax bounded from his, landing hard in the mud with a resounding thump. Jon was grateful to have the mountain here with him, woe be the fool to challenge them with the strong man at their side. Jon gave Amelia a slightly sheepish smile as she joined him on the ground.

"The swamps of The Neck are treacherous, I've heard tales of whole armies being swallowed up by the bogs. Best we take it slow and careful."

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Ajax, Jon and Amelia

Jon had suggested a small party for there expedition to the North. Ajax had never gone any further than the South Atlantic Kingdom, so as far as what laid ahead he was going basis completely off of what Jon said and thought. So if Jon said that a small party would be best a small party was what it was. His chosen battlemen that he selected to ride with him north were all former gladiators of the arena. His very best. Those that did not go with him were sent off with Jasunr and Castiel to battle the troops of Drake.

Jon didn't appear to be the most confident of guides which worried Ajax greatly. However, he was the only guide they had so Ajax and his men would have to trust the man's instinct and word. When the Mother of Dragons had said she would be joining them Ajax wasn't thrilled about the idea but what could he say. To question the mother was to risk having to answer to her children and Amelia's children were not the kind of children one wished to have to provide answers to.

Ajax hadn't imagined that the North would be so .. swampy. When he pictured the North he had pictured mountains of snow as white as Ghost's pelt and temperatures so freezing cold he'd be able to see his own breath in the air. The Neck, however, was the exact opposite of what he had imagined. The water they trudged through was so murky you could barely see below the surface. Pegasus moved along the left side of Jon's destrier moving in-sync with the equine in front of him. Jon rising a hand into the air had the column come to a halt.

"Dismount, we go on foot from here."

Pegasus whined in protest stomping his right hoof into the swampy earth below him. "Easy, Pegasus." Ajax said dismounting the winged black stallion. When each of the half-gods accepted who they were their godly fathers presented them with two gifts. Weaponry crafted by the god Vulcan himself and a creature. These creatures were not given to be gifts but guardians. The twins of Apollo each had their manticores, Dalila had her hippocampus and Ajax had pegasus. Between half-god and guardian a uniquely great bond was shared. "I'll return soon. Don't go getting caught in any of these sinkholes." He spoke as he rubbed his massive hand on the side of the stallion's neck.

"The swamps of The Neck are treacherous, I've heard tales of whole armies being swallowed up by the bogs. Best we take it slow and careful."

Coming to Jon's side he nodded in understanding. "Well let us pray to the gods that we are not among those men." As his men gathered ready to venture forward Ajax looked ahead at the swampy path ahead. "Lead the way Stark."



Jasunr & Castiel

After the arrival of the Tripartite men the royals disbanded as the first battles of war had come upon them. Word had reached the castle that villages in the far south were being pillaged. Kenna figured this was the act of Moloch and his men as unless Wanehope was capable of teleporting an entire army he couldn't possibly be leading that charge. Separating the Kingdom of Beotia from the Kingdom of Tripartite close to three hundred thousand troops fought for the kingdom. These forces consisted of both a light and heavy cavalry, infantry and archers. The attack had come sooner than expected and there was no time to set up the field artillery that would have been fairly useful in the coming battle. Mounting their destriers, Jasunr with his manticore at his side and his men at his back stormed out of the city on the path to battle.

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"I knew I should have gone to the North"
"I knew I should have gone with your sister."

Jasunr let out a small chuckle as he and the werewolf looked out at the sight before them. His whole life Jasunr had thought his cousin Ajax was the largest man in the world. Until today he would have died believing that was the truth. However, on this day he saw what a true mountain looked like. A savage brute of a man, freakishly tall at least 7 feet in height, and well over 30 stone in weight, was slaughtering helpless village men left and right.

"This cannot possibly be all of Moloch's men. You ride further south with Ajax's men. I shall stay here and take care of ... that beast."

Turning from the horrific scene the continued at the base of the grassy hill they stood on Castiel looked at Jasunr with skepticism. "I hope for your stake you truly are the son of Apollo. For I can see no mere mortal man going up a beast like that and making it out alive."

Jasunr again chuckled looking at the man at his side. "Good luck wolf-man."

"All the same to you half-god." With that Castiel rode away leading Ajax forces away with him. Looking down at his manticore who hungry eyes were deadlocked on the enemy below Jasunr smiled. Lifting his sword to the sun the sword ignited in flames. "Forward!" He yelled as his destrier broke in a cantering racing down the hill to the bloody battle below.

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Fog flow heavy through the Neck, as the fluttering of wings broke the silence.

"The swamps of the Neck are treacherous. I have heard tales of whole armies have been swallowed by those bogs. Best we take it slow and careful" said Jon Stark.

"Let us pray to the gods we are not amoung those men." added Ajax Alexander.

"Have not another worry. We will guide you" called a haunting woman's voice through the thickness. Slowly, shadows appeared behind the trees, and a unnaturally tall woman with warm honey skin and an unhuman appeared through the fog.

Her shapely body was covered in a pale silk dress, looking almost like a spirit in the fog that hid her.
Her sharp-shaped eyes housed an ink black pit, so much so that it was near impossibe to know where she was looking, with a blink however the black ink that were her eyes, slid into a small disks in the middle, giving her a more human appearance, as a large spider crawled on to her shoulder.

The woman smiled, her eyes looking to Amelia before turning her attention to the men.

"Allow me to introduce myself," She said and the figures in hidden behind the tree stepped forward, revealing inhuman creatures with long limbs, with black eyes, some kneel down, other skittered in the trees

"I am Queen Tenanye, and we are the Spider Fae of Anansai."

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Amelia had never been to the North before this and knew if she ever chose to return that this was not a path she'd be taking again. She had never stepped foot in a swamp and never planned to again. It was fairly humid and little incests buzzed all around her. The water was to murky to see past the surface, although giving the unknown mysteries of what laid beneath Amelia was somewhat thankfully for the murkiness.

Neither Jon or Ajax had wished for her to journey with them to the North but Amelia wouldn't hear it. She could not and would not just sit in the castle waiting with unbearable anticipation to see who returned and who didn't. With one stern look at both men they silenced whatever concerns they had. Ser Barristan had taught her the use of the smallsword at her request. She wouldn't claim to be the best swordswoman in any land but she could protect herself if need be.

When it came time for them to abandon their horses Amelia grimaced at the thought but she didn't speak a word. She had set out to do this of her own free will and she would see it through even if that meant wading her way through the swamplands. Coming to aid her with her dismount Jon offered her his hand which she accepted climbing out of the saddle.

"The swamps of The Neck are treacherous, I've heard tales of whole armies being swallowed up by the bogs. Best we take it slow and careful."

"Well isn't that a thought for comfort." Amelia spoke looking around the marshlands feeling uneasy.

"Let us pray to the gods we are not amoung those men."

As it looked liked they were about to get on the move an old friend from the past appeared. "Have not another worry. We will guide you." Tenanye smiled, her eyes looking to Amelia before turning her attention to the men. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Queen Tenanye, and we are the Spider Fae of Anansai." Amelia was glad to see her. She hadn't been sure if the fae would reach her queen in time for Tenanye to accompany them on to the North. "It is good to see you again Tenanye. If you can guide us out of here without any of us being swallowed up I would be most grateful to you for it."

Hours later ....

"I was fourteen when my brother sold me to Khal Drogo for the promise of his army. I hadn't wanted to do it but Viserys didn't leave me with a choice. It was either please my brother or risk," Amelia paused for a moment as she could her hear her brother's voice in her head "waking the dragon." She rolled her eyes as she pushed her deceased brother to the back of her mind. Since Tenanye had begun leading the way through the Neck, Amelia and Jon had spent much of the time conversing with one another. It made the walk far more enjoyable to have someone to talk to.

"Anyways, when my brother grew impatient he threatened to kill me so Drogo killed him. A couple of months after my brother my husband to left me. An evil woman used her blood magic to take him from me." She could feel herself getting teary eyed as the memory of her suffocating him with a pillow ran through her mind. She had done it to free him but that did not make her feel any better whenever she thought of it. Fighting but the tears she continued on. "She had done with she did as an act of revenge for what my Dothraki had done to her people. I had had her killed for what she did to my husband. I had her tied to the funeral pyre and my eggs placed around the pyre. It was on that night that I walked into the fire. My people believed me mad. Ser Jorah had tried to stop me but I knew that I had to go. When the sun had risen and the dusk cleared I was alive. Unburnt and unharmed. The mother of dragons."

When her dragons had hatched Amelia had to. She had been reborn and had felt stronger than she had ever felt. The same sensation she had felt when the dragonflame had flooded over her in her dream the night before.

"I would love to say that things after that got better immediately but that just wouldn't be the truth. Having a khalasar of forty thousand men and three newborn dragons to care for was not an easy task. In truth had we not found Qarth we all would have most likely perished in the Red Waste. Qarth wasn't exactly perfect though. I was almost conned by a man for my hand in marriage for the promise of everything when he in truth had nothing. My dragons were also kidnapped by a warlock. Wonderful times." Amelia said jokingly. She noticed she had been rambling on about herself for far to long. "Enough about me. Am sure you've heard enough about me for the timing being. Tell me more about you Stark. Before all of this. Who was Jon Stark?"






"I was fourteen when my brother sold me to Khal Drogo for the promise of his army. I hadn't wanted to do it but Viserys didn't leave me with a choice. It was either please my brother or risk... waking the dragon."

Jon stepped though the mud, careful not to loose a boot as he walked but he turned to Amelia as she spoke. He could see the disgust in her face at the mention of her brother. Jon couldn't imagine Brandon selling him off at fourteen. His eldest brother Brandon was always so fair and noble, very... kingly.

"Anyways, when my brother grew impatient he threatened to kill me so Drogo killed him. A couple of months after my brother my husband to left me. An evil woman used her blood magic to take him from me."

Jon could see the hurt in her eyes, the pain. Like a scarred wound that still stung to the touch. Jon had a few new scars like that of his own now. He wanted to comfort her, he wanted to reach out a hand to her and tell her he understood. That he knows her pain and that it gets easier but he didn't. He couldn't say that because it hasn't gotten easier for him at all. So Jon stayed silent and allowed her to continue uninterrupted.

"She had done with she did as an act of revenge for what my Dothraki had done to her people. I had had her killed for what she did to my husband. I had her tied to the funeral pyre and my eggs placed around the pyre. It was on that night that I walked into the fire. My people believed me mad. Ser Jorah had tried to stop me but I knew that I had to go. When the sun had risen and the dusk cleared I was alive. Unburnt and unharmed. The mother of dragons."

Jon watched as her mood shifted. The sadness was replaced with resolve and strength. The tears were but a memory and in it's place was a fire, that fire that made her captivating emerald eyes shine. Amelia Targaryen was never more beautiful to Jon than when she had that look in her eye. Jon could see now what it was. What endeared him to this woman so. It wasn't just her beauty or her kindness but it was her strength. Strength forged through fire and blood. The Stark's say Winter is Coming and Amelia Targaryen has suffered a winter harsher than most her entire life but she survived and came through it and is stronger because of it.

"I would love to say that things after that got better immediately but that just wouldn't be the truth. Having a khalasar of forty thousand men and three newborn dragons to care for was not an easy task. In truth had we not found Qarth we all would have most likely perished in the Red Waste. Qarth wasn't exactly perfect though. I was almost conned by a man for my hand in marriage for the promise of everything when he in truth had nothing. My dragons were also kidnapped by a warlock. Wonderful times."

Amelia said jokingly.

"Enough about me. Am sure you've heard enough about me for the timing being. Tell me more about you Stark. Before all of this. Who was Jon Stark?"

"Not at all, I could hear about you all day."

Jon replied with a soft smile. He stepped up over a mass of vines and reached out a hand to help Amelia up and over. As the two traversed the vegetation Jon took a moment to scan the area. They were several hours in to the Neck, if they kept up this pace they should be out of the swamps and nearing the eastern coast soon. Jon had chosen this spot in The Neck to attempt to wade through because it was near the shore and would be less thick and treacherous than the heart of it. Jon was impressed however with Amelia's fae queen friend, Tennaye. For a foreigner she was moving through the swamps with ease but then she wasn't human and he assumed her magic allowed her to do so.

Turning back to the beauty on his arm Jon and Amelia climbed down the last of the vine blockage and continued their conversation.

"My story I'm afraid is not as exciting. Less dragons, more snow."

Jon joked as the two walked.

"I grew up the third son of Winterfell. My eldest brother Brandon was groomed to lead some day, my second eldest brother Edrick was groomed to do the same should the worse befall Brandon but not me. No one ever imagined it would come down to me. So I was left to my own devices for the most part. I liked it that way though. I enjoyed the solitude."

Jon could still feel the fresh snowfall on his face as he ran through Winterfell's Godswood. He used to play there for hours. Climbing the trees, talking to the carved faced in the trunks of the weirwoods, pretending he was a wolf on the prowl, freezing the pools of water so he could skate. The memory of his ease of use with his abilities when he was young jolted him from his memory. Jon began to turn away as he had a hundred times before when his power entered the forefront of his mind. Bury it, let the snow hide it like he'd always done. Yet walking with Amelia at his side, her eyes on him he didn't feel ashamed. He didn't feel embarrassed or frightened of the mere thought of his power. It was just like the dreams he'd been having of her. Walking through some distant land or strange place with her at his side and her strength filling him. He couldn't help but smile, just another thing he needed to thank her for.

"You know... I've been meaning to thank you Amelia."

He said.

"For the other night."

Jon's dark eyes, deep and mysterious as the night sky fell on her. He could look at her forever, her beauty was so pure.

"If I would have ridden north that night, I wouldn't have honored my family's legacy, I wouldn't have avenged them. I would have gotten myself killed. A short death for a fool boy."

Jon's voice was husky and heavy with remorse and shame but there was gratitude there too.

"You showed me what was important, you got through to me. Not many can do that. My father used to say that there must always be a Stark in Winterfell and if I had done what I had set out to do that night there may have never been one in Winterfell again."

Jon stopped for the first time, looking at Amelia he stopped walking and she stopped with him. The two orphan rulers born of fire and ice.

"You didn't just save my life that night Amelia. You saved The North. I will reclaim Winterfell, I will bring Wanhope to justice for his crimes and I will take up the ancient crown of the Kings of Winter to save my people. It's all because of you, all because you saved me that night."

Jon broke his gaze and looked down for a moment with the briefest of chuckles.

"I've been meaning to thank you for some time we just... never had a quiet moment what with everything that has been going on. But every time I'd see you or hear your voice or think about you or dream about you I'd tell myself 'Jon, you thank that girl.' So, thank you Amelia."

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Tenanye smiled graciously at her old friend as she spoke and gave a simple nod. "This way,"She said with a small gesture of her head and the fae behind her skittered ahead, leading the way.

Tenanye noticed a large man and her curiosity got the better of her, she approached him and an almost avian turn of the head.

"I was not aware human man came as large as you." She said, even though -in height-she wasn't much shorter, but width was something else entirely.

"I don't believe I've had the pleasure." she said with smile revealing bright white teeth behind blood red lips.

"Ajax Alexander. King of the Kingdom of Salamis. The pleasure is mine Spider Queen." Ajax said introducing himself to the spider queen.

"Well I am not you typical mortal man. The son of Jupiter. I am half mortal and half god." Ajax said simply.

"Tell me Tenanye, why do you choose to join us in this fight? While I don't know much about your country one thing that I do know is that your kind doesn't typical leave Anansai. What is it about this fight that peaks your curiosity?" Tenanye drew Ajax's curiosity for more reasons then one. She was an exotic and inhuman beauty. She was a one of a kind sort of creature and that made Ajax's want to known more about her. It wasn't like they didn't have the time to kill.

Tenanye moved about the trees, avoiding too soft bogs that would have someone like Ajax, sinking like a stone in seconds.

"This is not of curiosity, but of duty." She spoke, her Anansai accent thick in her words. "Friend is not a word I use often but when I use it I take great pride in that bond and will do what I can to strengthen that bond." She said and turned her head to him. "Queen Amelia is my friend." She told him. "The fight does not interest me at all, Where it not for Queen Amelia's involvement I wouldn't be here." She said honestly.

"What of your, King Ajax? What is your involvement in this coming war?"

"Wanehope needs to be brought to justice. My involvement in this war will make sure he receives just that." Ajax stated without a second thought behind it.

"I could have gone my entire life never knowing this bastard existed in this world. However, now I do know of him and the acts he has committed and I can't just stand aside and do nothing. Plus it is clear that he means to expand and what is the North today can be Tripartite tomorrow. Best to eliminate the threat now and avoid a problem later." Tenanye nodded. She understood to a certain extent, Anansai was impossible to enter without the 'Spell of Might' or having Fae blood like Amelia but she could understand what it must be like to fear invasion, especially by surprise.

"Understandable." She replied.

~Hours later~

As they spoke, a spider fae skittered up to her, kneeling with it's hands and feet on the ground. Black eyes looking up at her and Ajax, it's mouth opening sideways with fangs protruding from it's maw. "Milady. Khalidorian soliders have an outpost up ahead, we aren't going to be able to sneak pass them without sinking into the bogs."It hissed, it's fangs clicking as it spoke. "Very well, Lividium" Tenanye said and looked at Ajax. "I can sense your power of the elements" She said "We may need them." She told him and asked the Spider fae to alert the others. "Can you thickening the fog, it may buy us some time?"

Ajax nodded as the Spider fae went to warn the others of the enemy that laid ahead of them. "Not a problem." Ajax stated. Building on the thin layer of fog that surround them he manipulated the molecules in the air and the fog in the air became thicker. Moments later the fog in the Neck was thick enough to conceal Ajax's slowly approaching party of soldiers.




Mira and Spartacus had been right to position themselves at the forefront of the castle. Mira along with the archers of her army and archers of the South Atlantic stood upon the wall. Sparatcus lead the cavalry and foot soldiers on the ground, which at the moment were under attack by Moloch's forces.

"Fire!"

Mira commanded and a rain of lite arrows flew down from atop the wall. Ten to twelve arrows being fired every minute. The arrow heads of the Tripartite archers were made from the talons of the Nemean lion and could pierce through any armor, even that of dragonbone. At the same time the arrows flew the trebuchet released and sent dozens of lite boulders flying through the sky.

"Release the lions!"

Along the wall cages were alined holding the Nemean lions that had been brought over from Tripartite. It had been Ajax's idea to train these powerful creatures for the purpose of war. He figured if the North could train dire wolves than the Kingdom of Salamis could train lions. As the lions along with Mira's manticore was released onto the battlefield they ran pass there alliances and tore fangs and claws into their enemies.

Mira wondered where Jasunr and Castiel were. They had been sent to the South in hopes of keeping the Drake forces at bay but that plan had obviously failed. As she kept her forces on the wall sending arrow after arrow she hoped Spartacus could hold the enemy off as Jasunr and Castiel would be returning as soon as they realized what was going on.




In Galapagos ...

Dalila had change plans after the meeting had adjourned and instead of sending the sea serpent and the merepeople to the waters of Galapagos she had come up with a far better plan. She decided she would unleash Charybdis. Charybdis was the daughter of Neptune and Tellus and lived as a loyal servant to Neptune. This made Charybdis a half sister to Dalila and any who would obey her faith gave her the same respect if not more in his name. For to disgrace or disrespect a child of Neptune was to evoke the wrath of the sea. Once the Atlantian ships had docked Charybdis was to do what she did best.

She had ordered the majority of the Galapagos fleet to retreat. To leave only enough ships for it to not draw attention and give the Atlantian Queen a sense of achievement. As Charybdis began to drink from the sea the whirlpools formed in the ocean. The currents of the whirlpool were so strong that the pulled in the ships all around. including those that had been docked. These whirlpools dragged the Atlantian fleet underwater sinking ship after ship. Whatever ships Charybdis didn't pull under Scylla did until there was nothing left of the Atlantian fleet that had come into Galapagos. This left the Atlantian Queen and those who had gone on shore with her now stranded in the city for Spartacus men who had already been tipped off.

.....

Dalila sense the coming of the krakens and had sent her hippocampi away as she didn't want her close companion becoming a causality of this battle. She had heard through the grapevine of the sea that there was a mermaid leading this charade against her. She was disappointed when she heard that a mermaid was going to be leading this fleet against her. Mermaid on mermaid was not the way she had wanted this battle to go. However, whatever the case she would defeat this average fish and her fleet without hesitation. Not all were as loyal to their own as others.

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Fog rolled out of the swamps as if heralding some great demon from a time long since forgotten. The Khalidorian outpost was on the banks of the eastern shore and held about fourty men plus a war galley floating just off shore. Despite their number and the protection from their naval support the soldiers were unhappy. They hated The North, they hated it everyday since their Godking led them here. The invasion went as expected. The populace was caught completely unawares and fell quickly. The royal family was killed and the control of the region fell into their hands relatively overnight. It was the time after that was costly. Taking the North was one thing but keeping it, was something else entirely.

The Khalidorians would march from castle to castle looking for the remains of the Stark army only to find empty camps and empty food stores. The constant marching was tiring and frustrating. Every man prayed to Khali that they would find the rebels soon if for no other reason than to get the fight they'd been hunting for for so long. Along the way they were hounded endlessly with mishap after mishap and the deaths toll kept rising. They'd lose a man to a slip on a melting snow drift or to wild predators like bears and wolves that seemed to constantly prowl these lands. Men would go missing in these soulless black forests with no sign of where they'd gone but their screams. Watchmen would vanish from duty only to show up days later lost to madness muttering about faces in the trees. Then there was the wolves, the damn wolves howled incessantly, not a member of the army has had a solid nights sleep in weeks. If that wasn't bad enough there was the rebels themselves that would march out of nowhere in force sacking entire encampments or routing their movements scattering their forces to go missing in the damned woods. On top of that there was the Wildlings, the native barbarians here who were a constant pests always looting their supply caravans or smaller outposts, raiding and thieving as they went.

Now they were positioned outside of an accursed swamp long as the eye could see. The locals called it The Neck and it was said to stretch from sea to sea, a veritable wall to guard from the south. Now there was this fog, thick as molasses and growing ever closer. The soldiers were uneasy, this near to the bog as it was and this weather was not improving their moods. One of the soldiers got to his feet as he stared into the mist. He was unable to break his gaze from the shadows he glimpsed within. Fear gripped his heart tight as he took in breath after quivering breath. Then the eyes met his. Red, and gleaming like rubies. He tried to call out, tried to alert his fellows but terror froze his tongue. In the fog he could almost make out the form of a great wolf, larger than any he'd ever seen, with fur white as snow. It was those eyes that terrified him though, those blood red eyes that seemed to sniff his soul hungrily. The soldier blinked and the wolf was gone, vanished into the mist if it was ever there at all. The Khalidorian took an unsteady step back and clutched his chest where his heart was beating faster than a war drum. It was only then that he realized he had wet himself.






Ghost had gone to scout up ahead as the rest of the force took cover in the swamps near the coast. Tenanye's spider fae had spotted the Khalidorian outpost and Ajax had shielded them with a thick fog. They were moving as close to the coast as they could hoping to rush the encampment from the tree line and take them out before they could mount any legitimate defense. From what they could tell they outnumbered the Khalidoirans but it was the war galley floating just off shore that would provide them the most trouble. If they got caught out in the open the war ship would bombard them with cannon fire. If the ship docked there was no telling how many men were aboard to take back the outpost should Jon and his men succeed. They had no choice however, they had to take the outpost if they were to continue into The North.

Standing there on the sea shore, where the swamps spilled into the ocean Jon stared at the waves as he waited for Ghost to return from his ranging. Jon couldn't help but hear a song in his mind as he watched the waves lap the shore. A song taught to him long ago by his dear cousin Clara.

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There she was, dancing and twirling in her white dress. Her bare feet splashing in the sea water as she skipped along the shore. Jon hadn't wanted to go to the beach that day but she'd convinced him. She loved the water and could spend hours in the sea. She had been trying to teach him a song called "Loreley" that she had learned in White Harbor. She sang as she danced and Jon watched with a happy smile.

He may have played the older cousin, too grown to frolic and play in the water but he had enjoyed himself that day. So much so that he still remembered the words to that song even now. Ghost loped up to his side and nudged his hand with his nose, it was time to strike. Jon nodded to Ajax and the others and the company readied to strike.

"And the winds would cry, and many men would die And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley..."

Jon muttered quietly to himself as he drew Longclaw and charged from the tree line with the rest of the men.

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"Captain, we have made dock, we can leave on your order."
Robyn walked out without a word to Da’Karro, her hair was tied back, all her loose waves neatly tucked away from her face, her coat was filled with hidden daggers as well as her flintlock and long sword.
She made her way to the lower deck, finding Scarlet in the Kitchen. Scarlet’s eyes were wide and smiled. “ Captain...You look beautiful.” She said but Robyn all but ignored it. “Scarlet.” She said and stopped oddly. Scarlet looked at her. “ You are to stay on the ship.”
“No need to worry, I know where we are, and honestly, I don’t want to see what has become of it.” Scarlet said with a nod. Robyn looked at her. “Very well, Just-”
“I’ll look after Mr. Casey until you return.” She said and smiled. “Very well,” Robyn said and turned back toward the door. “You should wear your hair like that more often. You have a beautiful face, you shouldn’t hide it.” She said and Robyn just continued her pace.


Without another word, Robyn walked off the ship, her crewmen behind her.
“Halt Who goes there!” cried a voice from the dock. Robyn ignored it and kept walking “I said Halt.”The voice belonged to a Khalidorian soldier. He seemed new the lad as he stepped in front of her, he held out his hand. Clearly he did not know who she was.

Now whether he meant to or not, his hand pressed against her breast to stop her forward motion. It was a big mistake as in a flash, that hand was removed with the edge of a sharp 6in blade. The man didn’t know what happened as his hand hit the ground and blood pour from the severed wrist.
Robyn grabbed his head, as he cried out in pain. “ Shut up.” She spat, and he closed his mouth, even though whimpers still escaped. “The War ship, Is that yours?” She asked, her voice eerily calm. The soldier nodded. “ Do you have a doctor on board?” She asked. The soldier didn’t seem to know how to answer that question. Robyn was never a patient woman, she sunk the blade she used to remove his hand into his neck and let the lad dropped. “I’ll ask them myself.” She said and the men didn’t have to be told what to do next.

Robyn felt as if the world was passing her by, while everyone ran forward toward the ship, Robyn walked. They all were quiet, taking out a few of the foot guards outside of the ship. The Khalidorian men were good, they didn’t fall easily but ten to one was never great odds.

After finished off the two foot guards, the men climbed up the anchor rope and boarded the ship, Robyn right along with them

Once they boarded, they were met with an immediate opposition.

“The Crimson Lady?” called the Captain of the War Ship. Robyn turned only her head, as he came out of his cabin. He was an older man, obviously he knew who she was. “ Where is your doctor?” She asked him. The Captain frowned. “How did you get in here?”
“I am not going to repeat myself.” She warned.
“You’ll have to because clearly you are confused. This is a Khalidorian War ship, Love. Didn’t you know.”
Something in Robyn’s mind snapped and she lunged forward at a blinding speed and grabbed the Captain by the throat, forcing him to the wall. The two crews took up arms, but the Captain held out his, stopping them from attacking.“ How badly do you want to die?” She hissed. The Captain only grinned. “ About as badly as you want to anger the Godking, Lass. We are on the same side.” He said and Robyn narrowed her eyes. “I am on no side but my own.” She said and slide a dagger between his fourth and fifth rib. The Captain didn’t expect her to actually do it by the wide eyed look in his eyes as the blade pierced his heart. He swung out, knocking Robyn back, lucky for him, the dagger was small and was left inside.
Robyn shrugged off the blow and growled animalistically. “Kill them all!” she shouted and the battle began.

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Tenanye knelled down as The scouts returned, and they readied themselves to strike. She heard Jon whispering a song to him as she closed her eyes and released her glamour.
Her once midnight hair blanched at the ends, leaving them a pale white, her slim figure elongated, making her taller then what she was. Her black eyes disappeared into inky black pit. She skittered into the trees, as did her Spider Fae, as Jon and the others charged from the ground.

Tenanye hung from the tree with an arm and a single leg, her tarantula, Nanji crawled up her arm before she held out her free hand, and released a cluster of spiders, from her hair. The spiders spilled from her hair and into the ground below, they moved around Jon and his men and moved to the outpost.
Tenanye dropped down from the trees and walked up beside Jon. " I hope you don't have a fear of Spiders." She said, her voice having a deeper, more mystical tone to it,she darted forward, accompany her spiders in beginning the siege on the outpost.

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The Valyrian steel was second to none and cut through the Khalidorian armor with lethal efficiency. Jon's sword, a hand and a half sword also called a bastard sword, was named so due to it's length. It was longer than a traditional longsword but not as massive as a two handed greatsword. The added length allowed Jon the reach of a longer weapon with the ease of use and maneuverability of a smaller one. At the moment the ripples in the spellforged steel were coated in fresh blood as Jon cut down the soldiers in his path. Jon and his allies had clashed with the outposts garrison and their sudden rush attack was fairing extraordinarily well despite just beginning.

Jon parried a savage swing from a Khalidorian axe before smashing the pommel of his sword into the warriors face, forcing him to back pedal before he opened his belly with one clean swing. The warrior fell just as two more rushed in to kill the last Son of Winterfell. Jon was put on the defensive immediately, forced to match each of their strikes or be cut down. During the flurry of strikes one of the soldiers came at him with a powerful swing, meant to remove his head from his shoulders. Jon seized the opportunity and ducked under it, allowing the momentum to carry the warrior past him a step. That was all the time he needed to dispatch his fellow. With an expertly executed riposte Jon sunk his blade into the Khalidorian's throat before turning to engage his over zealous friend. The soldier roared as his compatriot fell to the ground and came at Jon with a heavy handed over head strike. Jon caught the strike with Longclaw's cross guard before shoving him off balance before slashing open his thighs with a single swing. The man dropped to the floor with a shout. Jon turned his sword in his grip before sinking it into the man's heart.

"I hope you don't have a fear of Spiders."

Jon turned to his side to find Tenanye standing there but she was no longer the woman he'd met in The Neck but a tall, ink black haired, shadow eyed being that barely resembled the woman she was before. Jon turned his attention back to the battle and watched, almost in horror as Tenanye's spider fae swarmed over the Khalidorians. Arachnids big as small hounds skittered across the ground and leapt onto shrieking men to sink their venomous fangs into their bodies. The venom seemed to burn through it's victims almost instantly. A horrible death, Jon thought.

"I wasn't."

Jon Stark replied. No sooner had he spoken had a Khalidorian leapt at him, dagger in hand. Jon stepped in and plunged his blade into the man's gut, stopping him cold before letting him drop to the floor.

"DIE WITCH!"

Another Khalidoran shouted as he drew his bowstring from a few paces away. Jon turned to look at the archer just long enough to see Ghost pounce. The massive dire wolf sunk his fangs into the archers throat, tearing at the soft flesh with ease. The man's gurgled screams died quickly. Jon smirked and looked at Tenanye with pride.

"I hope you don't have a fear of Wolves."

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Jon moved through the battle bearing Longclaw with Ghost at his side. The only time the great white dire wolf was absent from Jons heels was when it was preoccupied tearing chunks off still screaming Khalidorians. Jon took a soldier's sword arm off with one clean stroke before opening his throat with a follow up swing. Kicking the body aside Jon pushed on with Ajax and his men brutally overwhelming the Khalidorian encampment. The battle wouldn't be long now, it was theirs the Khalidorians had just not realized the horrifying truth yet. It felt good though, for Jon. To be back in The North, to be fighting for his country again. He'd spent so long in the south just waiting and talking and discussing plans to return home but now that he was actively doing it he felt that he was making some progress.

The Khalidorian numbers were dwindling and the soldiers were starting to realize it. To their credit they did not submit, they did not surrender. They were willing to fight to the last man. Three charged him, one bearing an axe, the other a mace and the last a short sword. As they charged they roared in unison.

"KHALIDOR!!!"

Jon gritted his teeth, remembering the battle cry from the fight for Winterfell. The hair on Ghost back stood on end as he growled savagely, his blood red eyes fixating on the charging enemies. Jon gripped his sword and rushed in with a battle cry of his own.

"WINTERFELL!!!"

Jon clashed with the men as Ghost did the same. He toppled one over instantly, his jaws clenching down on the mans neck with bone crushing power. Jon brought his sword down hard in an overhead strike that cut through the shaft of the axe wielders weapon before biting into his chest. The sword cut into the man's collar bone in a fountain of blood and screams. Jon ripped the blade out to parry the short swordsman. The warrior was bigger than Jon, and stronger but unskilled and undisciplined. Jon moved past his brutish guard with ease before burying his sword deep in the man's gut. Jon Stark shoved the man off his blade and surveyed the battle.

It was dwindling. Most of the Khalidorians were dead or dying. There was still a hand full or so that remained but they were outnumbered and would not last long if they did not surrender. Jon was standing nearer to the dock than he had been and found himself not far from where Tenanye had darted off to. She was standing beside a cutlass wielding woman Jon did not recognize along with a force of what appeared to be pirates. Jon was not aware of any pirate that had been hired to join their side so he was thoroughly confused. Jon had suggested days earlier to enlist the aid of Captain Robyn Sheva to dwindle Wanhope's support but the idea had been shot down. He was unsure of why they would hire not one pirate for another.

Jon moved toward them, having to dispatch two more soldiers along the way which he did with ease. Ghost padded along side him but Jon halted the big beast with a hand.

"Go on Ghost, go to Amelia. Make sure she's alright."

The massive white beast looked into Jon's eyes with a knowing stare. It blinked those blood red eyes once before heading off to find Amelia Targaryen and ensure she was safe and well at the edge of the battle. May the gods, old and new, save whoever thought to harm the silver queen when Ghost arrived. Turning back to Tenanye and her pirate companion Jon moved in to support them as they battled it out with the last survivors. Tenanye's power was terrifying and the pirates killing skill was effortless. Jon barely felt needed but managed to put his sword through a spear wielding Khalidorian that was charging the female pirate.

"I didn't know we had reinforcements coming."

Jon said as he pulled his sword from the dead soldiers back.