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Year 275 AC.
Varys sat back down, he took a quick breath then grabbed a parchment and pen, staring at the door calmly, he turned to the paper with a serious expression.
"I must inform the Iron bank, that a Blackfyre still lives, the moment they get wind of this, they'll do everything in their power to support him, over the years, they've been poisoning the poor King's out of spite for killing Daemon my great uncle..".
When he finished writing the letter, he stood up and walked over to the nearby window, his hands in his robes, as he gazed at King's Landing, "I'll go see my sister, we'll go see our cousin, and ask for his safe haven, I have a feeling we'll meet him soon".
Back on Arthur's side, he arrived back at the campground, Thors stood behind a tree and when he heard crunching of the snow coming towards him, he came out just as the sound made it's next step nearer to him.
Stepping out from the other side, he pulled the blade at his side to Arthur's neck, then stopped, "Arthur, why didn't you call out, I almost..".
"Mm, not now, I've found a survivor of the Raven clan, you speak with her, tomorrow we move out in the morning".
Thors eyes went to his shoulder and he saw a girl fast asleep, still shivering, "alright, get some rest, we'll set off as you've said".
Arthur nodded and walked off, "his eyes, why are they gold now, what the hell is happening with you Arthur".
He could've sworn he saw a strange rune within them, when he gazed into his pupils.
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Essos.
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The sun in the sky, which has been plaguing it's denizen's for years, suddenly went pitch black out of thin air, only for it to return back to normal, as if nothing had even happened.
Many of it's inhabitants were deeply shaken by what had happened, but none of them even understood what had truly transpired.
In the sky and within it's clouds, a 300 meter long ancient dragon was soaring towards the North with unparalleled anger.
Within a few minutes, it already reached the ocean, "damnit!, you damn pest, let me pass, you have no master and you never leave these seas, why the sudden change in heart".
The ancient dragon felt extremely angry by a sudden surprise, a massive head appeared out of the ocean and it's eyes narrowed down on him.
Speaking in the same ancient Valerian language, the creature suddenly spoke, "my territory.., you're trespassing.., our deal still stands".
The ancient dragon sneered, after seeing the sea dragon unbothered by his provocation, "tch, fine, I'll take the long route".
Changing it's route back onto the land, the sea dragon watched it fly away, "so you've taken an interest in that new dragon lord, what a fool, he probably can't sense the all-fathers power coursing throughout his vein's".
It even thought about going itself, but chose to give up after a personal visit by an old friend of his, after getting a thorough beating, he relented and accepted on not going.
The ancient dragon, set course for the wall instead, still unaware of what may surprise him soon.
The pitch black magic spread out, causing the entire Westeros to be plundered into eternal darkness, only for it to disappear, just as fast.
King Aerys, who was sat on his thrown felt his entire body trembling, "what's going on, someone!, bring Tywin to my throne room!, if he isn't here within the hour!, burn him with the wildfire!".
He was breathing heavily, his eyes filled with absolute madness from the sudden pitch black, that spread throughout his vision, "and go and get Brandon and his Father!, I want them here aswell!, the same applies to them, if they aren't here by the hour.., burn them all!".
The Maestor closest to him, quickly woke up from his sudden shock and fear, then bowed, "right away my lord, but I'm afraid, lord Rickon and Lord Bran are not in Westeros..".
King Aerys looked at the Maestor as if he wanted to eat him alive, "then what are you waiting for!, go.., go and send for a Raven!.., do you want to burn!, if I see you for another second longer!, don't expect to leave this hall!".
The Maestor stopped bowing and left in a hurry, not daring to make Aerys anymore agitated, than he already is.
"Burn them all, burn them all, is this another dream, or am I going even more mad", he kept murmuring in a rasp voice.
Within just a few minutes, Tywin entered the throne room with a flat expression, "you called for me, your grace".
"Tywin.., my good friend, what the hell happened!, I want answers!, now!", Tywin turned his head slightly with a thrown.
[Good friend, you've long lost that title, the moment you laid your hands on my wife.], though his expression remained partial, he still spoke calmly, "your grace, whatever caused this magic, has headed north, I suspect that this, is to be an ill omen for this Kingdom".
"Omen!, I'm the king!, what omen can befall this Kingdom!, as long as I'm alive, I'll burn all those that threaten it's peace", although Aerys was mad, his true self in protecting his home, was deeply implanted into his very soul.
Even after all those poison's given to him, they have not affected his mind, on this single thought.
Tywin nodded slightly, "of course, your grace, just treat my rambling as merely a jest", Aerys frowned upon hearing this, [a jest, if it isn't a jest, but an actual Omen, then the North are planning an rebellion, they have to be plotting something.]
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Back to Arthur, next morning.
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Arthur woke up slowly, lifting his body robotically, his head drooped forward and he held his forehead, "Who are you?, blonde braided hair, golden eyes, beautiful appearance, little clothing, she looked familiar".
He looked around and found his situation was normal, "just a dream, it didn't feel like it, it felt too real, that woman's strength, she treated me like a child".
"What are you saying Arthur, bad dream?", Ragnar, to his side put his axes behind his back, then began to sharpen his main axe.
His gaze slightly teasing, Arthur nodded, he didn't care, "I did, I dreamt of me being dominated by a strong woman, I have never seen before", he didn't go into detail, about how he was unable to move, he felt like he was drunk in the dream.
Ragnar blinked a few times in rapid successions, "seems, you're reaching adulthood, after all those teasing you do against me, it's come biting you in the arse.., it's probably a prophecy, who knows..".
"If you two are done with kissing eachother, come out, we're setting off", Sigurd popped his head inside and left after saying this.
"Damnit, does he want me to eagle torture the bastard..", "ignore him, I can't believe you'd actually think of such a thing, for such a minor banter Ragnar, let's go, we don't want them to think more weirdly, now do we".
Watching Arthur leaving only made him, want to beat the hell out of Sigurd more, "even if you're my father, I won't let you belittle me, like that".
Some time past, while they were walking towards the Wolf clan, Eivor constantly kept turning towards Arthur, then back to the path.
[Wasn't his eyes purple yesterday, why are they golden now, is he really human.]
After a few hours of walking, they came to a hill, "Arthur, Thorkell with me, you four stay here, us three will be checking the state of the Wolf clan".
Ragnar was about to protest, but he saw Thors serious expression, so he nodded with reluctance.
On the hill, they each pulled out a singular binocular, "it's quite a large clan, weather's just right too, we'll wait for tonight, we're lucky the snow will come down hard tonight".
Thors looked at the sky and he kicked Thorkell, "what are looking at?", "hehe, over there, don't you see, there's the man I want, leave him to me, I want that guy".
Thors sighed and nodded, "fine you can have him, let's find a place to rest and we'll wait for nightfall".
Soon night fell and the smell of iron spread throughout the Wolf clan, half of it's inhabitants were slaughtered within just a half an hour.
And due to it's smell, the remaining two hundred Wolf clan members, noticed something off.
'Ding' 'ding' 'ding' 'ding' 'ding'
A loud bell sound, rang throughout the clan territory, it's remaining fighters small in numbers now, saw the massacre with their own eyes.
Off in the distance, they saw half the village already up in flames, alongside two tall men fighting, "hahahaha!, look at you, you fat piece of meat, you're already tired, what are you, this year's offering to the Crocs".
He swung his massive axe, quickly splitting the giant fat man in half, "huh?, it's over already, well, what was I expecting, he was a fat bastard, after all".
Just as Thorkell was in his boredom, he heard a yell from behind him, which caught him off guard, he quickly turned around and out of thin air, the person that almost injured him, turned into a blood mist.
Thorkell's eyes pinpointed, he could've sworn he saw Arthur for a moment, his eyes weren't playing with him, he could slightly see a blur of dark yellow moving to each Wolf clan member.
"Hehehe, I can't let you outshine me, now can I!".
After a few more hours, their was only one person left, the leader.
He was firmly pressed into a shameless position, he looked at everyone in absolute madness, "you bastard's!, do you have any idea what you've done!..".
"Yes, we've gotten rid of the pact breaker's..", Arthur spoke up and he pushed Eivor forward, "go on, that bastard is right in front of you, finish this, so we can go back home".
The leader looked at Eivor, his eyes still showing the same madness, "hahahahaha!, to think one of you still lived, so that's why this happened, but so what, your family's heart's were offered to this lands new god!".
Eivor overcome with a sudden rage, pulled out a small dagger and rammed it into the leader's neck, "guhhh, 'gurgle', hehe, 'cough', he.., he's here".
Eivor pulled out the dagger watching him slowly bleed out, when he died, the Aurora sky went black, not from magic but from countless crows.
'Caw' 'caw' 'caw' 'caw' 'caw'
"Synin, what's wrong with you?", Synin the Raven, was shivering inside Eivor's clothes, Arthur slowly turned around and frowned.
"Guy's, we've got trouble", they followed his gaze and in the distance there was a ten foot creature with long claws, alongside countless predators behind it, such as wolves and bears.
"Shit!, is that a Wendigo".
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