1 A Change in History

•*•.•*•. - Major Timeskip (Time passed will be specified)

-.-.-.-.-.- • Minor Timskip (Anywhere from a few minutes to a few days)

A tall well built man lazed under a mangled tree, a torn cloak flowed down his back from a wolf pelt that wrapped around his neck, firmly secured to a large pauldron on his right side. His chestplate while polished was adorned with many scratches and a three claw-like deep gashes. The chainmail that stretched down his legs had definitely seen better years as it had been torn, alongside the linens that protected his breeches from the mangled metal.

Both a bastard sword and short sword rested on his hip, tucked away in rough leather sheaths. His slotted helm rested in his lap, revealing his lightly bronzed skin, young features, and a surprisingly well trimmed undercut fade. Looks that we're a far cry from those that normally linger around.

Bursting out from the trees a young child joyfully yelled "Uncle Tolfdir!"

Tolfdir opened one eye, staring the young child down, slowing their steps, scrunching their nose in childish rage yelling once more, "Follow me!"

"No." Tolfdir closed his eye once more, as the child plopped down in indignation, while also refusing to look at the lazing figure of 'Uncle Tolfdir'.

Slowly inching closer every few minutes the boy grew closer, occasionally glancing at the spiral pommel of Tolfdir's bastard sword. The boy had asked the castle's smith how it was made, furiously studying the process yet hadn't touched the hammer himself… The boy fawned over a sword he can only see but never touch.

Yet, was he really chasing after the sword, or the use of one. Tolfdir didn't know, the boy wasn't as innocent as he showed, the poor boy was the object of scorn within those warm castle walls, "Tolfdir…"

"Will you follow me…? I want to show you something…"

Tolfdir eyed the boy the moment he heard the youth's hesitant tone, giving a light nod Tolfdir rose to his feet, "Lead the way."

The boy's eyes light up as he ran forward a dozen steps before looking back, gleefully sounding out "Come on!"

Tolfdir quickly followed with a steady gait, his fur lined sabations breaking through the leaves with every step. However, nearly an eighth of the day had gone by following the boy through the trees, just as Tolfdir was about to speak an unusual smell came to his nose, and the boy snapped around, "Look! It's a big cave!"

Tolfdir furrowed his brow as he took wide steps to reach the boy, finding an opening about 6 hands wide into complete darkness, his blade shot from his sheath. Pulling the boy behind him, he quickly questioned, "Have you seen any large droppings nearby?! You could've stumbled upon a wolf's den or a bear's cave!"

"N-no! I checked for droppings, traces and footprints… I found a dozen sets of Elk, nearly half a dozen deer, and a handful of foxes… but nothing larger!" The boy hurriedly spoke out, faintly upset that 'Uncle Tolfdir' had doubted him

Tolfdir's eyes narrowed for a few moments before he relaxed and slid his sword into his sheath, his helmet swaying from his belt at the movement. "Good, how many people have you told about this?"

The boy gave a smug smile, "Just you."

Tolfdir's smile visibly widened, "Alright… Jon, why did you show me this."

Jon's eyes fell slightly as his arms crossed, Tolfdir patiently waited while the youth mulled over his thoughts, "I want to explore it, if it's big enough maybe it can be useful…?"

Tolfdir frowned, "You must be more decisive…"

Jon huffed, "I want to explore this cave, perhaps it will be useful." The youth's head bobbed in the pure unadulterated seriousness that only a child could have.

Tolfdir gave a light chuckle, "That's better! I'll gather the torches, and begin scouting it tonight. Hopefully by tomorrow you have a rough plan for what you want to do."

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Tolfdir climbed into the dark abyss with only the dull light from a torch to light his way. The small cave went deep into the ground with a narrow passage that soon opened up into a 'New World' cracks of light brough the ground, decorating the cave's floor in a myriad of colors, the deeper he went the more flora and fauna he began to find. Until he 'truly' stepped into a new world, finding himself at the foot of a large hill, nearly the size of a castle. A large beam of light cascaded onto the hilltop from a large hole somewhere high up in the roof of the cave.

Enthralled by the sights he was seeing, Tolfdir continued into the depths of the cave, finding that its sections only went deeper and grew larger. Despite how deep he had climbed the air was still fresh, most likely thanks to the flourishing plant life within. The fog-like clouds lingered overhead in most of the sections, yet what he was seeing now was by far the most stunning…

Never had he'd thought he'd see it rain within a cave, which he assumed was influenced by the large waterfall that cascaded down the eastern side of this section.

As of the moment, Tolfdir had explored through 3 major sections, and 12 minor. Each section only had at most three pathways connecting them to the one before them, all of which were in some sort of line. He couldn't tell if it was straight or not, yet none of that mattered.

Major Sections were large enough to hold anything from a humble castle, to the largest he had found which could probably hold all of Winterfell and Wintertown within.

Plans ran rampant in his mind as he continued deep into the 'mythical' cave system…

(A/N: Think of Son Doong)

As darkness began to befall the cave, Tolfdir turned around and began to return to the sole entrance he had yet to find.

His excitement had reached peaks he hadn't seen since his few years as a Sellsword! Now he just had to find a way to claim the land…

Tolfdir grumbled at the thought, while Jon Arryn was a good lord, not many willingly gave their land away…

As he reached the entrance the moon was directly overhead, having used his trip back to checks the pathways he hadn't gone through previously, finding that this was indeed the only entrance that would have you falling to your death, on this end of the cave atleast.

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Jon Stone, the forgotten bastard of the Lord of Wickenden. A large town on the northern crab bay, having grown famous for its Beeswax and honey which is normally harvested annually from the large cliff faces nearby, unfortunately the beewax that the town had grown known for wasn't sold to the traveling merchants, instead a considerably less scrumptious honey which could be farmed was sold to them.

Within the smallest castle in the Vale, planted in the middle of the town, Jon roused from his sleep and immediately left the castle. Then the town, before making his deep into the forested mountain that separates the inland regions of the Vale from the rest of the kingdoms.

It didn't take long for the boy to sneak through the tree in the dull light of dawn, and happen upon the cave entrance. Unsurprised to find Tolfidr laying against the cave wall, a small fire illuminating the interior…

Pulling a large bundle from his back, Jon pulled out a jar of honey, a jar of tallow, and a loaf of bread. After a few minutes of searching, Jon found a reasonably flat looking stone, that while thin had some durability. Using one of the many waterskins that Tolfdir had stacked up to clean the stone, he quickly began.

Nearly an hour passed, Jon stocked the flame as 4 stones surrounded the fire. Placing the flat stone on top, he smothered its surface with a healthy amount of tallow, using it to not only gauge how hot the stone was but also keep the bread from sticking to it.

It didn't take long for Tolfdir's nose to twitch and his eyes open, revealing Jon munching down on a piece of honeyed toast. Seeing the young man awaken, Jon hurriedly put in a few more pieces, "Hope you're hungry! I brought a lot of bread."

"Thanks kid… This cave is huge, and I haven't noticed any signs that anyone else had found it," reaching into the pouch at his side, Tolfdir pulled out a gold dragon. Jon's eyes went wide at the sight of the coin, "When you return, speak to the blacksmith. Order nearly a dozen finger width bars, about the length of your armspan, a handful of hinges, and a lock this gold will easily cover it."

Pulling two silvers from the pouch he handed the three coins over, "Use the silver to get tools from the castle smith, two picks, an axe, a hammer, and a chisel. Use whatever is left to stock up on dried meats, and cheap pelts."

Jon gave a serious nod as he stuffed the coins into the interior pocket of his tunic, "What are you planning to do?"

Tolfidir leaned forward, chomping down on a piece of honeyed toast, "The bars will be used to frame the entrance, the chisel and hammer will make this happen quicker. The axe is for chopping wood Ofcourse, wood that will be used to not only conceal the entrance but also seal it alongside the hinges and the lock. Once that's done we can begin to plan the interior…"

Grabbing a stick, Tolfidr began to draw in the shallow layer of dirt, "Here's the entrance where we are, this is the smallest section, and has the narrowest pathways. Yet they are large enough to carry plenty of resources in as long as we take out time, the middle path way opens up into a large cave, while two side paths enter from the sides of the large cave. It's filled with plantlife, and a large hill marks the center…"

Jon listened with rapt attention, barely containing the urge to ran through the cave himself, yet he knew if Tolfdir was speaking this much, he was having trouble containing himself as well.

From what he had heard from the residents of Wikenden, Tolfidir was a bastard just like himself, however from the deserts of Dorne. Jon wasn't completely sure what had brought Tolfdir to the Vale a few years back, but whatever it was had kept Tolfdir here for three long years.

From what Jon had gathered Tolfdir was the Sellsword that helped King Robert win the Battle of Ashford, followed by the Battle of Bells. According to the songs he heard from the bards in Wikenden, the 'Creeping Soldier of Night' Tolfdir had snuck into the Tyrell's camp, slept with their woman, then burned their food supplies leaving them hopeless against the Baratheon Army. Some say he even had the Queen of Thorns herself warming his bed that night…

As for what came after the Battle of Bells, the stories say that 'The Doom of Dragons' had stalked the Prince's Procession for a moon before he revealed his shadowy visage to the world, smiting their siege engines and food supplies in with glorious flames. Although he hadn't heard the stories from Tolfdir himself, Jon couldn't help but look up to the man who was only a handful of years older than himself.

At 10 and 5 he had 'single-handedly' forced two armies into destruction, it was terrifying yet exciting at the same time…

(A/N:

266 A.C. - Tolfdir was born.

277 A.C. - {Remly Baratheon} (Genderbent) is born. This will be change to 270 {Evelyn Baratheon}

228 A.C. - Olenna was born, this will be changed to 241.

281 A.C. - Robert's Rebellion begins, Soon followed by the Battle of Ashford (Tyrell vs Baratheon), than the Battle of Bells (Vale, North, Baratheon vs Crownlands, Unknown), then the Battle of the Trident (Rebellion vs Prince). Rebellion ends as the year comes to an end, Robert Baratheon becomes king.

282 A.C. - Current Year.)