AN: probably another copy paste thing. May add some things I feel could be good. But I feel I wrote these two chapters well and feel they line up in the timeline.

Will probably do Cregan next. Idk. Trying to stay with what I'm doing currently rn.

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Sparta, the bay of seals, 7th moon of 129 AC

(ZAYNE)

After informing everyone of what I plan to do the morning after my big speech in the town center, I pack a bag with enough rations and water to last until I camp in the haunted Forrest. I'm curious to see if morgoth will go into the lands of always winter.

We won't be going over the wall, which should make its existence negligible. Hopefully that's the case at least. I don't want to troll around the haunted Forrest without my dragon.

Call me a pussy all you want, but I'd rather not fight ice zombies if I can help it. At least not right now. I know what truly waits for us out there. I don't believe the directors and writers of season 7&8 to make real sense of what will come. Ice spiders being one of them. The war of dawn will be pure insanity. I intend to stay as far away as possible until the time is right.

I watched viserion go down in one blow to the ice spear, no way will I allow morgoth to become an undead puppet. Our bond needs to be much much stronger until we can move as one before thinking of taking to the sky against white walkers.

No, it should only take me a day to fly from Sparta to the thenn mountains. The only variable is how well hidden the giants are.

Settling those thoughts in my head I think back onto other things. Like when I informed my people of what I was going to do.

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Flashback

Villager pov

As I and the rest of the gathered crowd watched lord Valhalla make his way to the center we all held our breaths. The man was truly not as bad as lord stane. Ridgid, firm, and unsmiling lord Zayne may be. But not a bad young man. In truth, he was almost too nice. He would always be respectful of everyone. Never did he order someone to do something, he always asked. None of us have had the courage to ask him why he doesn't order us around, but i and some others have spoken about doing so soon.

Also, the fact that he was currently speaking to us about everything he planned to do eased a lot of worries about his motives. That is until today when he spoke, ""today I will embark on a journey to make our island inconqerable by land forces. If my plan works we will one day become the most feared foot soldiers on this planet. Greater than the unsullied and still with the ability to father children.""

The people around is burst into cheers. Lord Zayne knew how to make people believe him that's forsure. He continued his words, but these made everyone's blood freeze.

""I plan to go beyond the wall. To commune with the ancient and giant watchers of the world. Should I be able to convince at least some to come back, they and their mounts will make for incredibly versatile options for us. Think about it; the ability to build in days what would take us weeks?

The giants are the way to help this island grow beyond what any of you can imagine. Do you all see that mountain range back there?"" He asks rhetorically pointing toward the mountain that takes up most of our island.

At our nods of agreement he speaks again, shocking us further. ""Ive flown above that mountain upon my friend morgoth, did you know that entire thing is like a bowl? There's green meadows inside of the mountain range and because you couldn't get there it was useless! Now however, with my family magic and the giants huge strength and resilience, we can build a life in there!"

Shouts of despair and anger rang out amongst the populace. The lords words were too much to bear. But he didn't give us time to think for Long. His fearsome mounts shriek rang out as it landed, with Lord Valhalla and his ever faithful wolf climbing up. As he situated himself on the mounts back he spoke again, ""Farewell. Stay warm and safe until I return. Should the whale rot before I can make it back to get another, ask my Castellan about the fishing rods."" And with that he was off.

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(Back to real world)

I laugh. Because their reactions aren't actually misguided. Giants are insane legends of the north. But I know they exist. I just have to find them.

Making my way over the haunted Forrest I stop at the body of water I recognize as the Antler river. I need to keep going northwest into the mountains to find the giants. From my memories they were quite close with the thenn clan, who reside in the northern most mapped mountains in this world.

But I can feel morgoths sleepiness and it's getting too cold to fly through these brutal winds without the sun to help. Banking down towards the end of antler river and do some quick hygiene things. Mainly washing my mouth with sand and water. Not the best way to clean but one that will work for now. That's another thing I will implement no matter the cost. Toothpaste. 'Gods what I wouldn't do for a crest 3d sesh right now' I think sadly before making preparations to sleep for the night against my dragon.

I begin by eating my rations. Mulling over everything I've done here since waking up. Bonding with and riding a dragon, with a Direwolf, and using magic. Insane.

And now I'm on my way to meet a sentient version of my worlds bigfoot trying to get them to come be my neighbors. Say what you want about all the horrors of this world, because the list is so long they could wrap around it multiple times.

But the beauty of it is just as present. Like the creatures I just named, to the ancestors of the Reeds, the children of the Forrest. The very first race to step foot on westerosi soil so many thousands of years ago.

And although they messed up bad with the whole creating white walkers thing, they still CREATED a race of beings. That's absolute madness. My old home on this world had an event happen to it that was the equivalent to 14 mount saint Helens going off AT THE SAME TIME.

The ancestors of the Dornish, the rhoynar, created an INCURABLE DISEASE. Something that turned men into living, breathing stone!

Horrible? No doubt. But also so incredibly fascinating. Hell I didn't even mention the green hell. A place even Princess nymeria ran away from.

'This world is insane,' were my last thoughts as I looked out over the hill we'd perched on, looking at the stars unhindered by things like polution and Smog.

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The search for the giants had tested my patience. 3 days of flying around these freezing cold mountains. Ugh. I was half tempted to start burning it. Drive them out. But I knew that wouldn't be beneficial to them seeing me as someone who wants their help.

So I reluctantly kept morgoth at bay. He could feel my anger and was just as eager to roast those who'd unknowingly caused it.

However, my resilience paid off. And the blizzard that had been destroying the northwest part above the wall finally cleared. Giving me the needed visibility to spot a section of caves that couldn't have been natural. There were simply too many.

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Landing morgoth down into the snow covered bowl surrounded by snowy mountain peaks, i look around and praise the giants ability to find a place to stay. 'They are incredibly safe here from pretty much anything.'

At that thought I hear an eagle screech ring out across the clearing.

I feel a slight pull at the back of my mind. Making me extremely confused. It felt similar to frost and morgoth, but less.

I follow the feeling and see myself and morgoth behind me with his eyes locked on the bird I now inhabit. Wow. I've never warged into morgoth while he was flying. I know understand why Brendan rivers cautioned bran about it.

I quickly let go of the birds mind and come back to my senses to feel a slight trickle of blood come out of my nose.

I sigh at this. For its cold enough here to freeze the blood. My fur cloak, dragons blood, and morgoth keeping the cold at bay.

I come out of my annoyance as I see a child sized bird land in front of me eerily similar to a harpy eagle, if only a much larger one than I'm used to. 'This damn world. Everything's always bigger in westeros huh?' I ask the voice who sent me here rhetorically in my head, only to receive no response.

(Image)

Back onto the bird however, it's pitch black with only its beak and feet being white. Morgoth and frost growl at it while I laugh and call it to me.

As I run my fingers through the feathers I throw out some names for her.

Artemis

Eywa

Ambrosia

Aerilyn

At the name Artemis, she made another sound. And spread her wings.

""Hahaha, good, I appreciate you Artemis. Fly up and scout around.

Make sure nobody that we don't know about gets close.""

She jumps into the air with speed and a caw. I then turn to morgoth who looks insensed at my new winged companion.

(Calm down big guy. Just raise your head and roar, ready the fire after I finish speaking my next words okay?)

I hear him grumble a reluctant okay.

Looking around and finding nobody coming to greet me even after I've been here for minutes with the Artemis ordeal, I decide to have a little fun with the big guys, speaking In the old tongue to the air around me I try to stir a reaction, ""i guess my time coming to help the giants has been in vain. As it seems they've all gone. Better mark this place so I don't stumble across it again thinking it a new lead."" I say with a smirk, but before morgoth can roar and flame the wall like I told him to a voice rang out.

""Why do you seek us out?""

My answer comes out simple and direct, after all, I don't want to actually fight and have to kill these majestic beings. Even if I haven't truly seen them yet.

""I'm here to offer you sanctuary. The black brothers tasked with watching for the cold ones like you have forgotten their mission. I have not. I have seen the second dawn. I wish for you to see it too.""

There was no reply for a long time. I was honestly about to leave. Thinking I'd failed. Just as I was about to though the sound of heavy movement echoed throughout one of the caves over my shoulder and behind morgoth.

Turning to see I am stunned. While I saw the tv show and have seen many other renditions of yeti or Sasquatch, the being standing before me was simply beautiful.

(Image)

Not in a beauty queen sort of way. The same way a dragon or Direwolf is beautiful. It just once again gives me evidence that the world I reside in now is incredible.

Walking toward the giant who's easily 15ft tall, I speak, both frost and morgoth glued to my sides as I stand in front of the first being who presents actual danger to my life should this go sideways.

""My name is zayne valhalla, And you are?"" I ask with my hand out for a handshake.

The Snow White giant looks at my offered hand as if it's poisoned. Before reluctantly giving me his paw so I can shake his finger.

He speaks again in that rumbling voice all giants have, ""mag" I smile and begin to ask him a question but another voice cuts me off. One I didn't notice the approach of. Odd, considering a human or giant would be easily heard by me if they were walking in the snow that littered the clearing.

"He speaks true mag. He will come inside."

Looking around expecting another giant I don't see one. Going down to human level im again left empty handed. However, just a few more inches down is an ethereal looking being. As if made out of the Forrest itself.

(Image)

Moss green skin with a set of huge amber eyes, clothes made from leaves and wood. The being is a…..""earthsinger"" the words leave my mouth before I can stop them.

The little being looks at me and chuckles. Before motioning mag and i to follow.

Doing as I'm bid I follow the little being into the huge cave opening. Inside I see many other smaller caves dotting the walls. We keep walking until we arrive at the back of the cave where a younger looking giant with white fur sits among 2 other earthsingers.

The one who led us into the cave spoke to me while pulling out a dragon glass dagger, "cut and show," she said. Nodding along still in a daze I cut my hand with the dagger and throw my blood into the fire after letting it pool a bit in my palm.

The images shown are the same ones I showed the reeds. After the images were done the giants were afraid, while the earthsingers looked ashamed.

I on the other hand was extremely sluggish. Doing this always made me drowsy. I look to the earthsinger who gave me the dagger and she smiles a sad smile while taking my head into her lap. Running her non-human fingers through my long hair and messaging my scalp while humming a beautiful melody.

The other two singers soon joined in the humming as the giants gathered around us. Where they'd come from I don't know. Nor was i in a position to care. A beautiful nonhuman figure was messaging my scalp, making my eyes flutter in bliss. The gentle melody of the song they hummed only added to the ambiance I was feeling.

It made no sense. How and why I would be so at peace with everything happening to me. But I felt frosts relaxed mood as one of the singers ran her fingers through is soft fur muttering into his ear. I knew he'd never let anyone hurt me. Regardless of who they were.

It was those thoughts that allowed me to go to sleep. Slowly but surely, I fell into a peaceful unconsciousness.

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As I'm Waking up I notice I'm in the same small beings lap. I recognize her now as leaf from the show. Smiling softly at her which is returned I go to speak but am interrupted by a loud, boisterous voice.

"Oi, stop making lovers eyes at eachother and let's get this over with."

Looking up I'm met with a man of incredible stature. Easily 7'5 ft tall. With a large axe, brown hair and beard with a blue marking over his eye.

I don't get the chance to speak before another smaller but just as intense looking man beside him speaks, ""yes. I'm ready to see this as well. If he can best James I will agree.""

Seeing he caught my attention he smiles and says, "good. Sleeping beauty is awake. Now let's go and get this over with "

Finally I found my own voice. "And just who the hell are the two of you?"

The large man laughs before speaking, "I'm James the giant thenn. Magnar of thenn, the men you wish to lead."

Before I could respond the second shorter than me and quiet man who reminded me of jagen and Denlen spoke, "and I am Loki magnar of the milk water."

Now I knew what was happening. Earthsingers are green seers. They of course knew I was coming here. Which means they went and got two clans i would be amiable to letting come with me. Smart. Now all I gotta do is beat this giant of a human into submission. Though with my current condition it won't be easy. My damn energy is zapped after showing the giants what's coming. Damn it.

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Standing in the clearing surrounded by clansmen and women as well as giants and a few children, James and I circled each other.

There was quite a reaction to my sword when it was drawn. A lot of people talking about taking it from me after their magnar ends the duel.

I'm broken out of my reminiscing when James lets out a bellowing battle cry and charges towards me with his huge, surprisingly steel, axe.

Rolling to my left allows me to matadore the large bull of a man before swiping his back with the sword. Scoring a shallow cut.

I didn't want to kill him. I didn't even want to fight him. But it was a must in freefolk culture. One I can get behind, 'Just show him I'm better? Damn it. What a day to decide that, feel like I'm at half energy since waking up.

I'm again broken out my thoughts by The giant man's huge fist slamming into my temple. Nearly knocking me out. I stumbled on my feet as he tackled me to the ground. Everyone around us grew to a fever pitch as they seemed to think james was about to finish it.

Deciding I had no other choice I used my hidden blade, putting it right through where his ribs should be.

The effect is instant. He coughs out a mouthful of blood as I roll him off me. The valyrian steel had cut through him like a hot knife through butter. The clearing was silent as I laid James' back onto the ground and spoke.

"Do you yeild?"

Nodding without answering my question I gave a tired smile. My own blood dripped from the cut he'd caused on my right eyebrow. I had won. A simple win and one I shouldn't have gotten. The hidden blade had saved my life. I almost went back to sleep while still standing.

Quickly the singers begin attending to us. After Loki announced my new status of the magnar I left under the guidance of leaf. Right back into her lap to allow her to treat my wounds. And fall into a state of near asleep and still conscious enough to think.

I'd succeeded . Bringing 2 clans. At least 20 fully grown giants and their mammoths. And hopefully at least 1 earthsinger.

'Things are looking up.'

My body has finally had enough and falls into sleep again, also with leaf running her clawed hands through my curly hair, not knowing she was helping my mind be open to a princess far far away.

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Dragonstone, the narrow sea, 7th moon of 129 AC

(Rhaena)

For my entire life I've seen flashing images of myself and a man I've never met. Curly Snow White hair that falls past his shoulders.

His skin looks like moonlight made flesh. His features sharp and angular.

But it was his eyes that truly caught my attention.

They looked like the steel from my homeland Valyria. A beautiful light grey that seemed to glow. That all culminating in a firey red pool in the middle and spread throughout the grey.

Not only was the color jarring, but they didn't have any whites in them. It was like looking into the eyes of a wolf. One with scales that is.

This man is not my recently deceased cousin lucerys. No. I knew he was who I wanted to marry. But my duty was to Luke. He was sweet, kind, and honorable but I never felt the way beala says she does when she kisses jace. Even if I was wracked with anger at the one eyed bastard who killed him. Baela always said shivers went through her body but I never felt that way when Luke and I kissed.

However the man I was seeing in my dreams every night made me feel the shivers my sister described when he looked at me atop his black dragon. A warmth that should be impossible for someone of my blood. Yet it was there all the same. With those eyes. By the gods those eyes. If I could only see them for true…..

My grandmother was the only one I'd ever spoken of these dreams to. As the future lady of driftmark she and I spent an inumberable amount of hours together. Speaking of old Valyria and the legends surrounding it.

Such as the very first dragonlords, the Valhalla. Who Valyria and it's people were named after. It was said the Valhalla have red eyes. The same color in the eyes of the man in my dream. My grandmother always said dreams were fickle things. Subject to change. But this has always been a constant.

I knew I couldn't let it go this time. It felt too real.

Grabbing a piece of parchment and ink, I began scribbling the eyes of the man I saw. Desperate for any kind of clue as to who this was and why he was invading my dreams.

After almost the entire morning I had a picture I could be happy with.

I was startled out of my revelry and sketching of the eyes of the man when I heard the unmistakable screech of meleys. I made my way down toward the beach where jace met me.

"How are you sweet cousin," jace greeted and offered his arm while ser cargyll followed behind him.

Taking said offer I responded, "quite well. I am grateful for their return. I haven't slept well since they left in truth." Remembering receiving news about Luke.

Jace seemed to read my mind because he gave a smile that was even sadder than mine own. How could he not be? They were brothers. And I was his cousin whom I had been forced to marry, to rule driftmark with. And although i wanted to see the man with the beautiful eyes I also knew my duty, but then luke was murdered. And ever since then I've been stuck on those eyes. 'Those godsdammed eyes...'

A quick squeeze on my arm brought me back to the present. It seemed id been out of it longer than I realized. For the entire court was before the landing red queen and moon dancer.

Upon landing I noticed several things. One was the smirk my sister wore hinting at the fact that she and dancer took off without morning and I. Fighting the building annoyance at her face I turn from her to my grandmother, the queen who never was. The queen who should have been in my humble opinion. If rhaenys were the queen none of this would've happened. The hightowers would've been burned to cinders the first time they showed their treacherous hand. And unlike the old king viserys, who was too kind to be an effective ruler, my grandmother wouldn't have taken any slight from any man.

Alas, such a thing was not to be. The 'oh ever wise' Jaehaerys decided to let the lords decide instead of being a king and choosing his heir.

And any man with a little pride would never willingly give into a women. Not even a dragon rider. That's just how the world worked unfortunately.

Baela jumped off dancer and moved with quickness towards jace whod just arrived back from the north. While rhaenys strode down the offered wing of the red queen towards the rest of the court.

Lords sunglass and Celtigar had been trying to catch my since lukes death. Thank the gods old and new for morning or I fear I would already be bethroed again. The looks the give me set my teeth on edge. Honestly they're lucky father isn't here. He'd already have their corpses for caraxes lunch.

"My queen," both Baela and my grandmother greet my stepmother before moving to speak to jace and I.

(Grandmother!) we greeted her at the same time.

(Hello my sweets. Come. I wish to eat luncheon with the three of you)

And with that we made our way through the keep, the silent guard of Ser Cargyl with a hand on his sword at all times.

As we sat down my grandmother was the first to speak. (Tell me loves. What have you been up to since I was in driftmark?)

Thus began our little reunion.

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After lunch was finished it was just grandmother and myself in the gardens. She turns to face me and gives me the look that says she's seen right though my mask.

(Speak about what has you so lost my dear)

(Sorry grandmother. I've just been having those dreams again.) I respond with a sigh.

She merely chuckles before replying, (ahh yes, your mysterious Valhalla?)

My cheeks turn red and I don't respond, apparently giving her all the answer she needs as this time she lets out a full laugh.

(Tell me what happened Rhaena.)

And with that I began recounting every dream I'd ever had of this man and his dragon. The strange clothes he wore that seemed to hide his face. The black dragon symbol of the Valhalla family in the middle of an strange arrowhead. And his eyes.

'Those godsdamned eyes' I lose myself again like I always seem to do when I think of those pools of Valyrian steel and dragon fire.

My grandmother seems to notice my state and chuckles again before becoming silent.

We spent the rest of the day until dinner In silence. Listening to the peaceful sounds of waves hitting the rocks and dragons wings beating against the wind.

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AN: there we are. Last one tonight. Enjoy. A few changes made.if the images aren't up when you read come back tomorrow and I assure you they'll be there. Think Iben is next along with Cregan. Might throw the Rhaenys intro into it as well. Lmk. Live long and prosper 🖖❤️

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