Returning North

If there was one thing Hariric liked about the North, it was that air of his. There was no better way to describe it actually. The feeling was more than good in his opinion. However, he had missed his land. He had used what was a method of magical construction using obelisks. He had used his conjured human creations to gather the stone. He had used black marble stone and then had used what were both Celtic and Nordic ancient runic marks and then placed a blood heart at the top of the obelisks right in the heart of its final part.

A heart of blood was a personal creation of his. Using human blood in this case his and of course using a process using the appropriate elements had created a biterminated ruby. Placing it in the part had begun to manipulate the environmental magic to improve the climate. In the past, the North had the climate of Canada. Now he had the German who was much better for his plans if he had to be frank.

In this case he had created other blood nuclei that this time he had placed with strong runic matrices in certain points throughout the North to filter the environmental magic of the North in the ground and thus enrich the soil. With this action what he had done was to fill the soil with nutrients in this case of life and in this way it meant that the North was able to have food and begin in Hariric's opinion the beginnings of a strong agriculture that feeds the North.

Honestly, Hariric knew perfectly well that if there was a reality that he could be sure of, it was that the work would be continuous. But he loved it. He loved the idea of building. To turn the North into a super power capable of making in a nutshell that the South swallows the words.

In the time that he had been in the south he had been left with several things clear and that is that the south was a kingdom the sea of annoying in the best of cases. The whole set that was the south was a nuisance. So much lack of unity. So much political game. It was a nuisance. And if I knew something about politicians, it's that they never stay calm with how things are since they always want more.

The opinion I had of the south was not good. Hariric had seen a lot in his life. As the father of a family of magus he had witnessed power games. Of how the magicians everywhere had tried anything. It's true. They were tied by an oath to not be able to do anything to him in the slightest but no one said that they could not request a marriage of some kind or anything else.

They were smart people. They knew how to play the game. And it was the same with the lords of the south and that although he knew that the lords of the North despised it was their greatest weakness and a point that placed them in a very problematic situation especially if what happened was that exactly to evolve the North.

Any idiot would say to strengthen the Stark house and just leave it like that however hariric knew better. By strengthening each house (loyal) to the Starks he was completely guaranteeing that the Stark family is not only more powerful but also has more reliable allies.

Hariric knew better than most that he was an idiot who only trusted one option and that's it. Only a completely blind person is confident of leaving a single line of Defence. But at the same time there was the problem that was serious and hard for the north in the lack of education of the northerners.

Fortunately for him he had a plan. Hariric would not deny that giving an advantage to the gentlemen would be good. But at the same time it wasn't. That's why he had thought that every development in which he had a plan for the North would make him have a participation. And as he knew well, the lords of the south would try to negotiate to get away with it.

It would tie workers in magical contracts making it impossible to know the formation processes of each element and at the same time he would use for his benefit more than obviously make that when the southerners want to make a negotiation of some kind they have to go through it.

At that moment he thought about how he had left Oldtown. Honestly, the only thing he liked about leaving there were all the objects he brought. For the northern plantations that would be a real benefit of course. After all, he had spent his time there. He had used his time to practically take out money in large quantities (as well as using the ability of transmutation to make gold of course) and now he intended to make his plans for a more prosperous and advanced North possible.

If there was a possible description for Leyton Hightower, it was that of an older man with a rather imposing presence. At the age of forty, the man looked strong and powerful with a clearly well-groomed appearance. However, there was a real intelligence behind the eyes of the so-called Oldtown defender.

The man was not happy because one of his knights had been the considerable idiot to attack the heir of the Stark house. He didn't exactly care that the Stark house was attacked. The problem is that there were too many witnesses and the word of the hospitality of his house for the lords of other lands was already spreading.

''Greetings young Stark. To begin with, I would like to let you know that it was never the intention of the gentlemen of this house to degrade themselves to the point of attacking the master of a house. In other words, it's so offensive. My gentleman should have known much better''. Leyton hated having to do this.

"The actions of a gentleman speak mostly of the Lord Leyton house. Although I will not deny that the gentlemen of his house may not deserve such a bad treatment, honestly I still wonder how I can in any way be convinced that these same gentlemen know that what they were doing was wrong. Hariric could feel Leyton's anger forming.

"However, you can agree with me that the action of the gentleman of the house was not exactly what one should reproach. He was just a father who was defending his son from being attacked. Something I have to say was really wrong on his part, did he really have to break the young man's knee in such a way?''. Leyton looked at the boy. The boy was not afraid of him.

"Where I am from when a person is a threat you treat him as such. That idiot brat launched an attack with a training sword, was it a blunt sword? Yes. But a blunt sword if it hits somewhere in a bad way can break bones, don't you agree with me Lord Leyton? Because one would think that as a lord of the south he would know everything necessary''. Hariric enjoyed the look of anger that landed for a moment when insulting the intelligence of Lord Hightower.

"I am perfectly aware of the damage that a blunt weapon can do even if it is true that it lacks what makes it a deadly weapon. However, and despite that, I think it was a complete exaggeration what Lord Stark did. That is, he has just turned the child into a roar just for attacking him for a stupid reason.'' Leyton was trying to make the boy feel bad. That he paid for what was obviously the recovery of his knight's son. It would be the best. But the boy only gave him a cold look.

"I don't think it surpassed me in any way. As I see it, his gentleman's son attacked me with all things just because he wanted to make an attempt to be seen well in front of his father and other gentlemen. If this is the attitude of the knights of the south, I'm afraid then I don't understand in any way how they can defend what the southern cavalry is''. Hariric enjoyed the even bigger look of anger in the eyes of the lord of the south.

"I would kindly ask Lord Stark to reconsider your words very carefully. They are more than a little offensive words. We in the south defend the title of knight a lot. A title given to the greatest men to fulfil what is obviously power and strength and to enforce the will of the lords of the south''. Leyton was starting to hate the boy, did he dare to talk to him in such a way? Did she dare to tell her how her home and her way of being had screwed up so big?

"I have considered them very seriously Lord Hightower. Forgive me for saying it this way but as far as I know and how far as I have been educated it is quite obvious and easy to say that when a person is attacked one must defend him. That's the knight's title. As I understand it, although if possible, could you refresh me what are the oaths that a gentleman makes?''. Hariric almost enjoys even more the look of the southern man who was obviously looking like a fool and in a bad way.

"A gentleman is a defender of the weak. A gentleman is a defender of faith. A gentleman is a person of high word and honour. I don't see why I should respond to such things. It is a knowledge beyond common''. Leyton tried to sound respectful but at the same time mocked. One of his daughters even laughed. However, he soon realised what was happening and growled.

"I'm glad to know the values of chivalry. Cavalry has always been a topic of interest. What better men than those who defend the values of their lordship? However, they must defend the weak. Tell me, my lord, what is weaker than a child who is being attacked by several young people? Because that's what his knight should have defended and not let it happen''. Hariric almost laughed at how funny it was to see the annoyance in the elderly man's eyes.

"I'm sure young Stark that you yourself can say that that's definitely not what happened. That is, why would the son of a gentleman from the Hightower house attack a child who is defenceless? It is very unlikely that that was what happened and you yourself can say that it is true''. Leyton tried to look harshly at the young Stark trying to look as hard as possible but the young Lord Stark was clearly not bothered.

'That would be the best question to ask however unless you bring the idiot brat right here to immediately question the reason why he thought it was perfectly good of him to attack a child who was only earning the best he could money for his family I'm sorry to say but my belief that he is innocent is null'. Hariric could see that Leyton was not happy at all at that moment.

"I'm more than sure that it will be an answer that will be welcome, young Stark. But anyway, I think you yourself should pay for having assaulted a gentleman's son. Honestly, such an action is poorly reflected in the education he has received.'' Leyton was about to put a smile on his face thinking that he had thrown a good blow when he noticed the cold look of pure ice in those greenish-greyish eyes.

"I would kindly like you to remember Lord Leyton that he is insulting a house that is known in all the kingdoms for being a house that has the honour and courage at the top. My father would possibly agree with me that having hit a damn spoiled brat so seriously would be a justified action seeing that he was about to assault a young man who could not defend himself''. Hariric was now more upset.

"My apologies young Stark, it was never my intention to insult your house in any way, I was just making you see that you were possibly wrong with your actions. What better expression can I put anyway about the fact that you have left a young son of a gentleman almost like a squeal?" Leyton growled knowing that this was not going in any way as he had thought it would be.

"However, Lord Leyton did it. Insult to the Stark family by affirming his words. By indicating that my education was inefficient, do you know why I came to Oldtown? It wasn't to enjoy the smell of the city. It wasn't to see how people spend without thinking about their actions. It was to be able to study and learn from the citadel to help my people''. Hariric moved his hands without anyone knowing, sending a wave of magic that would make anyone discuss his reasons for being here.

"It's a commendable action if I have to say it. The number of people who are actually so interested in studying to help their people is small. Let me say that I am more than impressed by your actions young Stark''. Leyton growled internally. This put a negative point. Young Stark was basically saying that he was not here to enjoy or leisure but to learn.

"Thank you for saying that it is an important action on my part but there is more to say. Lord Leyton I came here to learn. Not to play. Not to use my time on other things. Learning is what I was looking for. Imagine my impression of this place when a gentleman's son is abusing his position to attack a child who, do you know why he was there? He was there to support his sister and him. How many can you say would do the same as him?''. Hariric saw that he had the lord of the lighthouse completely in a more than bad position.

"The truth is that I don't see any. No offence but I don't see many people capable of doing such a thing. I guess then I must punish the young boy. It's a shame anyway''. Leyton growled. I hated it but I had lost.

"I'm sure. However, at the same time I am a believer that there is no longer a need for punishment. The offending child has been punished. He will never be a gentleman. It will never be little more than a tillido. If he is lucky he could end up as a master of all things but he will never be what he wanted to be. That's in my humble opinion enough punishment, don't you agree?'''. Hariric smiled when he saw that he took everyone in the room completely by surprise.

"That's actually a way of seeing things completely different from what young Stark would have expected. I almost hoped you had demanded something more. A payment for the fact of the child's attack or a form of compensation for the attack against your person courtesy of the gentleman. Are you sure it's a smart decision to do such a thing young Stark?''. Leyton for his life could not understand what was happening.

"It may be something like that for you and any southern gentleman. I know you must be thinking. Why aren't you exploiting this like any southern gentleman? The answer to that if I have to be frank is that I don't see the sense. What do I have to gain from it? I got what I wanted. The child will never be a gentleman. You can't punish me. And a father has to know that his failed education is what has led his son on such a path. I'd better not say it. Hariric shrugged his shoulders.

Hariric knew better than anyone that these people would not be happy with him. Hariric knew better than anyone that these people would not forgive or forget in the slightest. He had humiliated them by making them realise that they were not as above him as they wanted to believe. I knew they wouldn't take it right. But Hariric smiled inside. I knew that with time the Hoghtower house would try something. Little did they know that it was just an image, period. As a wise master once told him: theatricality and deception are powerful weapons.

-Present Time-

Hariric knew that Leyton would not forgive what he considered a serious offence to the Hightower family. The man was spiteful and had seriously rebuilt the family after Cregan Stark's actions, which was a weighty reason why he had a deep hatred for the Stark family.

The Hightower family had only begun to definitively recover from the damage to their structure after their ascent since the man had taken a page from the book of free cities and instead of trying to solve everything with a fight he preferred a good business since business is hardly a threat if you are smart.

Leyton had built a lot in addition with his intention to create a powerful force of power and he had built the power of Oldtown where he was definitely the absolute lord. Previously all the lords of Oldtown lived in a tense relationship with the lords of knowledge also called masters or the gray rats as hariric preferred to call them.

Leyton had gone further since he had completely assumed the power of that place taking complete control of the city and in this case it was the masters and not the other way around who responded to Leyton. Such was the power and influence of man in the city so obviously his treatment would have offended him since he would not like to be treated in such a way by a child.

Fortunately for Leyton, he had more things to worry about. The current king of the seven kingdoms was nothing more and nothing less than Aerys Targaryen since he was against all odds or at least that's what it seemed.

Hariric felt that one could not be trusted since the one who dictated death were the teachers. The king died of a mysterious disease which meant two things. The first of them is that he could well have died as a result of some problem due to the constant incest of the Targaryen family or the other option is that a master has killed him of all things because he was a threat to whatever they were looking for.

If there was something that Hariric had learned the hard way, it is that it is better to never take things for granted and that the best way to solve things was always by knowing more about what was happening.

Hariric had no information since the Stark house basically lacked an espionage network. Although he had an idea of how to solve that easily since if what he knew was true, the inhabitants of the neck kept a lot of magic and that would be excellent for him in his plans.

This brought him the second memory of how he left Oldtown. The truth is that he had gone there to see if he could do business or look for ways to make obvious profits. He had managed to get hold of numerous amounts of resources that would greatly benefit the North. Not only because the Stark house would start making use of greenhouses but also because he knew that the best way to make his family rich was to remove the necessary dependencies of what was southern food since the southerners had been exploiting this in the worst way.

It hadn't been difficult at all to get what he was looking for, especially when he made some money. Using transmutation I created enough gold to pay for some merchants to travel to different parts and that's how I put in their hands the future crops that would come in hand to the North.

Hariric honestly knew that if the masters had known of his intentions they would have killed him but fortunately the magic of compulsion and the arts of illusions were too useful for people to realise any of the ways of what he was doing if he had to be frank.

People could be idiots but at least he could say that the stupidity they had was being used for their benefit. That is to say, it is known that faceless men move with illusions and have not yet found any way to stop them.

Anyway, the surprising thing is that he had achieved a large amount of vegetables, fruits and other elements that could serve to increase what was the food production of the North. And fortunately he had the allies to be able to exploit it properly. After all, the Dustins and Umbers had the best lands for it.

Although the Stark house would not need its resources, the other houses would need them, which meant in a few words that the Stark house would see the Dustins and the Umbers who were two of the most loyal houses to the Stark house grow in power.

Anyway, I could still remember the look of Archmaster Walgrave. The man had been designated as the person in charge of educating him. Hariric had almost laughed because it was quite obvious that the man was the chief of spies of the order since he was quietly in charge of keeping the information of the seven kingdoms under control.

He had almost laughed when the man confronted him asking him why he was leaving if he still had a lot to learn really. The man had thought that he could get away with ordering him and he still remembered it since he had become furious with his way of ignoring the order of teachers as if it were in no way so important.

-Retrospective Scene-

Walgrave could be described as an unconventional master. He was a fit-looking man and what should be highlighted about the man is that he shaved his head and left a beard. He was a stranger but it was even stranger how he had reached the citadel.

It was little known that Walgrave was the bastard son of the previous lord of the position he now occupied. He had been placed there for the simple fact that he had complete loyalty to the citadel. His last mission had been to watch the heir Stark who in Wallys' words was a threat and he could agree. The way he moved, talked and looked could say that the child was many things. I wasn't an idiot.

"Forgive me young Stark, but I think I don't understand. What do you mean you're leaving? I would have thought you wanted to learn. The master Wallys wrote to us that he had thought about coming here to learn from us. However, he leaves so soon that I doubt he has had any time to learn anything.'' Walgrave looked at the boy as if he couldn't believe it. Did he really have the nerve to come here and waste his time?

"You see, I've grown quite tired. It's always the same with you teachers. I ask to learn. I ask to be polite but it's always the same with you telling me that you want to teach me things at a too slow pace. As heir to the North I must be busy doing more than just spending my time here. The citadel has more than fulfilled what I expected of them so obviously I don't need more of them''. Hariric had to hold back a smile from ear to ear when he saw the man's indignant look.

"You almost make it sound like you think that we teachers are not teaching you properly. Young Hariric, I think you should understand that learning is a lifelong path and that it will require dedication. Hours and much more. I'm sorry to say it honestly but right now you're wasting your time if you think it's just a quick thing to learn.'' Walgrave was sure that would be enough to annoy the child.

"It's just that you're not doing it. Let's see, I'm interested in some points. Healing for example. Why? How's it going? How do you get it? What effects can be expected? What are the main conditions for efficient healing? I've been trying to learn everything I could but it's always the same. Go to a place. Study this. Study that. All about healing stories but never getting to the topic that interests me, do you really think I have a healthy interest in knowing who?''. Hariric could see the anger appear in the master's eyes.

"Surely you can't expect in any of the ways that we give you the opportunity to work in medicine immediately, right kid? You need to learn first and the great masters of antiquity were the ones who discovered exactly many of the techniques and medical elements that we use today. You should consider yourself lucky to learn so much from them since they are the ones who keep people alive.'' The archmaster of the crows was starting to get angry with the boy.

'I would honestly hope that since I have come here to learn from all things, people would be at least a little more sensible about it and I would understand that to learn I need more than to study the past. In addition, those who are obsessed with the past end up mostly deceived and bad. The past is just a tool to learn a valuable lesson of not making mistakes about it.'' Hariric could see the pure anger appear once again in the master's eyes.

"You can't expect in any young way that we teach you everything that is clearly here in this citadel. There are hundreds of secrets to learn I won't deny it but at the same time it's a complicated task just thinking about learning most of them. And you can't wait for the citadel to teach exactly everything we have in our hands to a child''. The lord of the crows looked at the boy with a look of disbelief for the child believing in all the things he had any right to learn.

''I came here to learn. To learn and help improve the lives of the people of the North. I am very aware that there are many ways to help the people of the North and that I am sorry if I leave in any way the possibility that that does not happen.'' Hariric was seeing clearly in the man's mind. He had been ordered to watch him and, if it was a possible threat, to remove him.

"I don't think you understand, young Stark, what you're asking for. You are asking that the citadel, which is the largest centre of knowledge in Westeros, be dedicated to teaching you as if we were your vassals. If you really wanted to learn that way you should have asked your teacher to teach you these things, however I can say that you didn't do it that way. The lord of the crows made a decision. Hariric Stark couldn't live.

"What I am asking for is that the citadel takes care of educating me in the fields requested by me, not for the fact of demanding it. In fact, I politely came to ask to learn the knowledge of the citadel to help my people. In these years that have passed, they have never taught me more than just the history of what the requested arts were. How can you call that education if it is really so below?''. Hariric knew that his act was being convincing since the archmaster was starting to grow annoyed with him.

"Young Stark, let me clarify some things that you don't seem to understand and I think it would be a good thing for you to understand more than anything for the benefit that is for everyone. When you came here requesting to learn you have to understand that it must be at everyone's pace. You can't expect preferential treatment of any kind. Everyone learns at the same pace''. The master lied. They weren't interested in showing him an educated Stark? They already had problems with Rickard Stark, the massive wolf of the North who was said to be brilliant and intelligent along with his wife.

"Althout I will not expect in any way that people give me the things served on a tray, I would have liked them to put me to the test to demonstrate that my knowledge of the subjects is more than adequate. Instead, I've been treated as if I didn't learn anything. As if my knowledge was the lowest of the lows so excuse me if I say this but as you can see I have no reason to stay''. Hariric looked at the master with a cold look that would have made the winter itself proud.

"If you leave young Stark I think you should know better than anything that the citadel will not have the reason to serve you in any of the ways. There is no reason for it and at the same time you will have shown us to be nothing more than a child who is unable to truly understand what it means to be an adult.'' The lord of the crows looked at the boy trying to scare him.

"It's not a problem. I came and it was clear to me that the citadel had no interest in helping me. The only thing they were interested in was praising themselves as how incredible they are and that nothing and no one could ever live up to them. Frankly, if there is something I feel in all this, it is that the citadel is full of people with egos the size of mountains.'' Hariric laughed amused when he saw the clear anger no longer hidden in the master's face.

"Then go away and never appear again in this place of knowledge, child." With his words said, the lord of the crows left. I had to inform a certain group of people. Without knowing it, his crow would be intercepted by a certain white bird that wanted nothing more than to destroy everything that stood in the way of his best friend.

The master's look when he realised that his failed plan would have been invaluable, it's really a shame that no one else saw him. Anyway, the master returned to his affairs quickly without realising more plans hidden in Hariric Stark's mind that he was clearly satisfied.

Hariric didn't feel anything when he said he had no intention of being here again in any of the ways. Honestly, the citadel was a lot of smoke but nothing impressive.

He really wasn't surprised that the advance of this world had stopped. The masters knew that as long as they had control of knowledge they would be at the top of power so naturally they felt that they were doing the right thing for their order.

They never thought in their minds that they could be earning a more serious problem than attending in the form of a hariric Stark who was interested in moving the world forward.

While looking at the master's mind, he knew that the situation for his house was much worse than he could have imagined in any way. To begin with, each master in the North had orders to end the ruling families in case of becoming a threat to the citadel's plans.

He didn't like that and felt it was a problem that wasn't worth being left aside for a minute. Although there were houses where he would leave the masters alive, the masters of the houses loyal to the Starks would be attended to immediately to ensure that the threat to their house was treated efficiently and completely. He would not leave such a safe danger alive.

One thing that bothered Hariric was the plan to colonise the north. The masters had been planning since the conquest a weakened North to start a population of southerners there who would take control and completely eliminate the blood of the first men because it was very magical blood.

Hariric felt a strong amount of anger for the mere fact of said audacity against his family and wanted nothing more than to kill them all for such an action but fortunately he calmed his power immediately since he knew that doing such a thing would not be the best. Instead I would attack them where I could hurt honestly at least that was the opinion I had.

The citadel had declared war on the Stark family. The citadel had declared war on the North. Well, they wanted a war because then I would give them the war they wanted so much.

It would give them a reason to be afraid of the Northerners. It would give them a strong reason to feel that it was better to walk carefully with the houses of the north. And for that it would turn the North into the most important part of the kingdom. I knew how to do it. It was time to go home and start with what was the beginning of the reconstruction of the north to turn it into the power he knew... although before he wanted to know everything that the citadel knew.

-Present tense-

Hariric had practically looted the citadel. But not the knowledge library used by the teachers that contained all the common knowledge. That could overcome it in a thousand ways. No. Hariric had used a little-known spell called Stella Vigilanti that was basically creating a sphere of energy that carried consciousness or at least a portion of consciousness that could be used to explore.

The spell basically looked at the entire citadel and discovered a secret and hidden section with what was basically a lock of sixteen keys that represented each of the fields of the Archmasters. Hariric, being intelligent enough as he was, immediately knew that there was more here than it seemed, so once the night came and under the protection of darkness and illusions he reached the door.

That's how he discovered the vault. The vault contained the knowledge collected by the order since its foundation in many ways. Books from different houses that they had decided to acquire for their personal benefit. Enchanted jewels. Valyrian steel weapons. Of everything. And that included ten dragon eggs in perfect condition and a white egg that until that moment seemed strange to him but that he took along with everything that was there.

In total, he made with ten swords of Valyrian steel what was intelligent. However, it was also a book of Valyrian magic that supposedly the teachers saw impossible to translate and that they had not destroyed out of sentimentality. When Hariric saw it he was surprised since the book in question had a compulsion charm that basically made no one want to destroy it.

When he opened it, he discovered that the reason why it could not be read is because he basically had an illusion in it. Surprised by this, he decided to break the illusion and discovered the secrets of the Valyrias families from the use of Dragonstone to how to incubate dragon eggs and make Valyrian steel.

From the other books there were books of the magic of the Rhoynar water. There were books of the magic of the first men. There were books of poisons created by many families. Work of magic runes of the first men and the Rhoynar.

There were many secrets here and Hariric grew more and more disgusted to see that the teachers were nothing more than vulgar thieves in his personal opinion. People who didn't deserve respect. However, if there was a book that found him of interest, it was a book about the so-called ice spectres or also known as the white walkers or the others. What he read was interesting since it was taken out of a Stark's diaries and it was something like a warning.

The more knowledge Hariric saw, the more he realised that the teachers were an organisation that would be in the future more of a threat than a good ally or competitor.

He would have to deal with them when the time came for that he didn't have the slightest doubt about it but he was patient. Patience was simply something I was very used to dealing with.

Because throwing yourself here wouldn't happen at all. Although I had heard that the current king was an erratic man. Letting him know about the dragons or at least the eggs would mean that the man would immediately want the dead order but at the same time it would mean losing the dragon eggs and he preferred it not to be like that seeing the threat that the Targaryen were.

It was at that very moment that a movement caught his attention. The movement was not in front but in his body or rather stuck to him. Hariric smiled when he saw a snow-white head appear with blue eyes with a set of black horns coming out of his head and a blue jewel on his forehead. Imagine his surprise when he discovered a cuckolded snake egg.

He was more than surprised. Even more so because of the colour. The colour was strange but even so it did not prevent him from loving the little creature that Hariric could call in many ways a family member. And that Hedwig even approved wholeheartedly and for her first family member to accept her was strange because she was very possessive of him in many ways.

The snake had hatched a few days after leaving Oldtown. Without knowing it, he had been feeding her with his magic, which had returned her from the freezing state in which she was.

And here she was in all her glory so beautiful and perfect as if she were a beauty from another world if he had to say it. Hariric smiled at the beauty of that creature and had no more words to say about how majestic she was.

And just like Hedwig, he was incredibly intelligent, easily getting to understand his language in addition to talking about it, of course. Such were the advantages of the small creature obviously endowed with the magic of his person.

"You should sleep, princess. You need to rest as much as possible. Soon we will be arriving at your new home where you can run so free although first we have to make sure that you grow as strong and powerful as we both know that you can become my dear girl.'' Hariric looked at Ophis with affection and love. For him she was magical.

Just at that point he detected Hedwig's presence and saw her fly at a considerable speed surprising her guards, Dareon and her sister before she landed on his shoulder clearly happy with things as they were at that moment. Needless to say, I could understand his happiness. His flight in the south was unfortunately very low.

"This place feels so alive. So full of magic. Your magic. It's as if you were contributing a large amount of your own energy to this place. It feels so incredibly warm and it's as if it were possibly one of the most pleasant things I've ever felt... I like it a lot and I didn't want to fall asleep''. Ophis spoke calmly while letting her feel what she thought of the environment of the North.

''Hahahahahaha our dear Harry present here is a really powerful sorcerer if I have to say so. I don't think he has many words to describe his more than unique abilities. There are not many humans capable of the magic you have seen, dear Ophis. Stay close to him for a long time and what you will feel now is only a small amount of what he is''. Hedwig felt funny although she could understand why the little girl felt that way.

"I don't think it's necessary to say so many good things about my Hed, I don't know if I deserve them at all. Anyway Ophis we are about to arrive at the castle where I live. There I will get you a place for you alone that you can turn into your own domain in the same way that the heavens are basically a possession of my dear Hedwig''. Hariric could tell that his two relatives were happy at that moment.

"I don't want to get away from you. Not at this moment. Your magic feeds me and although I will not deny that I would like to have a place to call home and everything I do not want to separate myself from you in the least. You are my father, I must stay with my father.'' Ophis would not deny in the least that the idea of having a place to call home felt more than good.

"She has already sent you. Even in this world you can't help but get into trouble. So it's more than understandable that she wants to stay as close as you as you can. He is able to easily see that you can be more than problematic in reality. Anyway Ophis I don't think you have to worry so much about Harry. It's very powerful.'' Hedwig could already say that she liked her sister.

First of all, Hedwig, you don't need to remind me that I'm possibly one of the most problematic people of all. I'm perfectly aware that getting into trouble is like a gift for me so you don't have to remind me. Ophis my white princess you don't have to worry because I'm more than capable of taking care of myself. I'm more concerned about you and your sister''. Hariric couldn't believe he was having an argument with his relatives and they were discussing his unique ability to get into trouble.

"Sister Hedwig has already made it clear that you will get into trouble. You can be as powerful as you want to be but in the end getting into trouble means you're in danger. I don't intend to let you get into trouble of any kind. My duty is to protect you''. Ophis wouldn't let him get hurt in any way.

"In Defence of dear Harry, our human is possibly one of the most dangerous existences in this world. If you saw what she is capable of with her magic, my dear sister. Now that would be a spectacle for the eyes. I still remember when I made it clear that he was the one who was at the top of the food chain.'' Hedwig smiled affectionately at her sister of burden.

"That's enough, Hed, she's just worried. Ophis I'm not going to deny that I'm getting into trouble very easily and hell I'm not going to deny that I'm something like a magnet for problems no more and no less. But the harsh reality is that as a person I can't stay still without doing anything. It's not my style, my dear girl.'' Hariric smiled kindly at the beautiful snake.

"However, I won't let anything bad happen. Dad must be protected. I'm a snake. I have poison. My poison is not yet so strong but one day my poison will be so strong that people will beg for mercy for the fact that I do not attack them''. Ophis stood proud of how powerful she would be one day.

"Go to sleep, my little sister. Now I'm here and I'll make sure our human isn't attacked. If someone is stupid enough to even think about reaching him, he will be consumed by my flames leaving him in less than nothing''. Hedwig let her own warm magic reach Ophis and this had the expected effect of calming the young snake and that it was hidden again inside the bottomless bag that was Hariric's right sleeve.

"Thank you very much Hed. Get ahead and watch the trail. We may have eliminated the attack game of the masters but I don't trust in the least that we don't have any surprise from some hidden enemy such as the Boltons''. With a touch and then giving her a small pulse of her magic to make her more powerful Hedwig flew in the air to make sure nothing happened.

Dareon saw the beautiful black and white bird throw itself into the skies at great speed and couldn't help but feel affected. It was such a beautiful and magnificent creature. Since he met Hariric Stark his life had taken a complete turn if I had to say it. Hariric Stark was very different from most nobles in the world.

He had seen the nobles of the south of how they saw people as just chess pieces to be used for their benefit. Hariric Stark was different. I would not deny that I saw people as pieces but at least I understood and understood them. With a touch to his horse and leaving his sister behind, he approached where hariric Stark was at that moment, clearly looking at everything calmly but still with a well-trained eye.

"You must try to be less daring Dareon. People don't expect you to be in any way. Everyone thinks of you as a simple child. Make them believe that's best for you until the right time is.'' Hariric felt the boy approach at the same moment he spurred his horse.

"Here there is no one who sees me getting so close so I apologise a little if I really think I'm trying to get answers from what is obviously a puzzle of the most unique. After all, I don't think there is a better way to refer to his actions than as an enigma that is completely unknown to me''. Dareon looked at his associate. Despite being only eight years old, he already looked like a thirteen-year-old, which was terrifying.

"It's not here. But Winterfell has too many spies. The master Wallys on the one hand is a man who will not deny to inform the citadel. I am more than sure that the citadel at the moment must be questioning what happened with its attack team. And that's without mention for the Bolton spies. It's not that easy my dear friend''. Hariric could see in Dareon a mixture of two people: Neville Longbotton and Blaise Zabini. Neville was brave and somewhat honourable. Blaise was the epitome of a Slytherin.

"I'm very surprised that you haven't put an end to them yet, although of course you're probably already thinking of a way to use them for your benefit to be able to get rid of spies by all means and at the same time be able to create your own espionage network although I don't understand how you will do it''. Dareon was clearly interested in what his friend was planning. I would never betray him. Not for nothing but for the simple and simple reason that Dareon knew well enough that he should not bite the hand that gives you a better chance in the world.

"You're completely right about that. I intend to take advantage of this small number of rats to create my own rats. In this way the North will be capable without any doubt of what I am thinking of blooming. The North has a lot of power and potential that so far people have not been able to take advantage of.'' Hariric smiled with amusement just imagining what it would mean in a nutshell for the North to start their expansion plans.

"You are very confident that the North will be able to prosper, but how will you do it? How will you make the North flourish in a powerful kingdom considering that the southerners would most likely use everything in their hand to avoid it? They will not intend to allow the North to become the kingdom that according to you they can become.'' Dareon thought for a moment that he would earn a reprimand of some kind. His lord for another moment just looked at him before nodding towards him.

'That's what I was looking for when I asked you to come. I will not deny that I want to have a person with magic on my side in case of need. I won't deny it but at the same time I want someone who is trustworthy and who is not afraid to ask me questions. Do you know what is the best way to learn? Well, it's asking questions. Without asking questions, how can you expect a group of people to evolve?'' Hariric shook his head at the completely idiotic thought of many gentlemen of not accepting that someone questions them.

''I see. More brains then than most gentlemen who only want a group of flatterers who tell them what they want to know and who will only listen to the family when they want to make a contribution. Frankly, now I see that you may be successful in your complicated company in reality.'' Dareon couldn't deny that it was true.

''What can I say I'm a young man who clearly knows what he's doing. Anyway, I had some questions for you Dareon. How's your magic feeling? Have you felt anything? Any negative reaction?''. I had to find a way to make a valyrian ring and a magic jewel. It would be an excellent form of focus for your associate.

"No. The magic feels the same as before. I'm able to manipulate it. However, despite my ancestry, both Valyria and Rhoynar, I am unable to know where my magic is going, does it go to the aspect of Mars? Or is it the mercury aspect? I don't know which of the two it is and the same is with my sister just so you know''. Dareon growled. He had tried to see where he was going in elementary terms.

"You should never put pressure on things. Magic is a much more impressive power than you can imagine Dareon but to understand it, understand it and accept it a person must above all know what he is doing. Pressing magic is not good since magic will react accordingly in a disastrous way. In your best interest is that you have control of yourself but don't pressure it''. Which was something not very done for what I knew.

"Magic is incredible, however I understand why the faith of the seven and the masters despise it. In the case of faith it is obvious that they do not want someone who competes with what is their ability to talk about miracles. Obviously people will not be happy with the idea of someone capable of using magic and even more so because it would mean that they were born with a different power from the gods. Faith would quickly lose power''. Dareon shuddered. Faith was not his favourite group if he had to say it.

"And as for the teachers because magic gives them power. The power to change the world. The ability to mould the world at will. It doesn't surprise me that they don't like that power because it means in a nutshell a force that they themselves cannot control in any way. If you stop it to grief, it's natural that they fear it''. Dareon could feel that hariric was not happy with the teachers. Was there any reason for that?

"Both groups fear what they do not understand so it is natural that they will do everything in their power and power to control what they do not have in any way. Dareon returns to your sister. I feel that she misses you and needs to feel more secure. We will arrive in Winterfell in a while so it is better that you are close to her. I'll introduce you to my father tomorrow. You have to rest after all this trip''. With his words said Hariric walked away from Dareon and prepared himself.

Focussing on Hedwig, he saw what a camp of assailants was. If it weren't because they looked too good, I would have suspected simple thieves. Ordering her to just leave the leader alive, I let her dive and release her fire dominance... needless to say, it was not pleasant for her enemies.

Hariric could feel Hedwig's joy of amusement and he smiled. He got the leader between his claws and took him to his personal dungeon that he had established. This is where he interrogated his enemies or intended to do so. I design the whole place to be able to make the person inside want the worst that could happen to him. This was done with the aim of extracting information from those he thought were enemies. Or to punish really cruel people.

The North. Winterfell: Solar del señor-

Rickard Styark was excited. When he received a letter from his son informing him that he was returning from the Dominion, he was satisfied. He hadn't liked having his son in the south at all. His confidence in the place had completely vanished and he felt that it was better to walk with a lot of eye.

His son had informed him that he was bringing good news with him. News that would make the Stark house begin to grow in power and strength. Obviously he had liked to hear that but at the same time he knew that he didn't have to make the people of his kingdom happy. The lines were being drawn more and more throughout the North with people growing up disgusted with the Stark government.

The Stark alliance consisted of the houses: Stark, Dustin, Umber, Manderly, Mormont, Cerwyn and Tallhart. They remained strong but although they remained strong, things were getting bad.

The Glover house was outraged and it had been confirmed that they had ended up definitively relating to the Boltons with only their vassals the members of the Forrester house not being on their side. The loyalty of the Foresters is what had allowed him to learn from the recent Glover and Bolton alliance. The same could be said of the Hornwood house that was on the side of the Boltons. The Ryswell house had always resented the Starks after all so it was natural.

The other houses were led by the Karstarks. Although the Karstark house was not an enemy of the Stark house since they considered themselves relatives, the truth is that they were upset with the point that the Stark house had not gotten anything from the dragons.

However, if what his son said was true and he told the truth, it could mean that the Stark house could see himself getting up from where they were and win the complete alliance of the Karstark and their own subordinates.

In this way the Boltons and their allies would be completely tied up so as not to be able to act with such freedom. That was the amount of faith he had in his son, which should say a lot about him as a father, of course.

By his side his wife Lyarra was anxiously waiting for his son's return because she said she had good news for the Starks. Although Lyarra was not a person who was interested in what political matters were, being a completely free spirit, she felt and knew better than anyone that the Stark house needed all the help possible to survive.

The Boltons were a house that felt with too much right and he knew that if the Boltons returned to power in some way it was more than possible that the Boltons would do many things that would do a lot of damage to the north this was his opinion about it since he knew very well the interests of the Boltons of being a house that ruled with fear and terror.

Lyarra had not taken his son's departure to see the southerners. Not because I felt that the northerners were better off than the people of the south. Contrary to what some would think, she was aware that southerners knew and were better at certain subjects. However, his reason was his obvious distrust of the people of the South.

This was done not for anything in particular but by the obsession of southerners to play the so-called power game that they felt was the most important thing in their lives. Honestly, Lyarra was upset by the point that the southerners dedicated all their strength to such an annoying game if she had to be frank, especially a game that brought more problems than benefits.

And he knew that one of these energetics could somehow try to put his hand on his son. Thinking that in this way they would be able to obtain an advantage of some kind. Or at least they would be able to get something even if I didn't know what.

She was suspicious by nature so she naturally feared for her son. It didn't help that I thought that southerners, especially teachers, would not take the presence of a person who was easily more intelligent than they liked to be.

They wouldn't take good a person who could treat them like idiots, there was no doubt about it, but well, she couldn't do anything. His son said it was for the good of the North and it was clear to him that his son would do anything for the North.

When Hariric wrote to them that she was returning and that she was very unhappy with the teachers' order because of her blindness and complete myopia, she smiled satisfied. But she was still suspicious, could someone try to kill her son? The southerners were not the only ones she feared because she feared that Bolton himself would try something.

Lord Bolton had been humiliated and his son belittled in a brutal way and if there was something she knew, it was that neither of them would be treated in such a way. It wasn't in their natures. They were vicious and bastards of the highest order who felt above the others.

"You know you shouldn't worry so much, our son is many things but an idiot is not. Possibly he is already here and I honestly feel that it is very possible that he is amused with something about it. Rickard could see his wife more than annoyed at that moment. I could understand it. She was a good woman and was obviously interested in her son's safety.

"Our son went to the south. The south where they think that all those who come from the North are nothing more than illiterate idiots. In addition to that in the south where these stupid power games play. What would have happened if someone thought they could get something out of kidnapping the heir to the Stark house, eh?''. Lyarra let her concern fill her completely. How else was she supposed to feel?

"Lyarra I don't think I have to say this but listen to me. Hariric is possibly one of the smartest people on this continent. If someone tries to use it somehow, it will end badly for the one who tries, believe me''. Rickard sighed. His wife was an incredible woman but she loved her son wholeheartedly and above all she was a woman who could not stop any of the ways of worrying.

That's when his son entered through the door... along with three trunks.