the bludeagle. this is Sparta.

AN: going to throw all three Sparta intro chapters into one. This one will have the most copy & paste so far. I actually really enjoyed how I wrote those three chapters. Aside from small things like the time it took to get there.

Also, Jusy for clarification, zayne woke up in the 6th moon of 129 AC it took him a month to get to westeros as he was only traveling on morgoth at night to avoid any sightings. This combined with his stops in different free cities to inquire about the state of the world he woke up in I feel allows the 1 moon travel time to be adequate.

Hope you enjoy the chapter. Probably the last one today. I just got off and have so many things to do my head is spinning.

If it is the last chapter today I hope you understand. Images will be up as soon as I can get them. Be patient with me. Im trying my best to not make any spelling errors while also writing a decent storyline ❤️🙏

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Greywater watch, The Neck, 7th moon of 129 AC

(JAGEN POV)

As I watch lord zayne valhalla leave the neck unaccompanied by a crannogmen I smile.

So long had it been since someone infiltrated the neck. I find it quite amusing it happened to be a Direwolf again thousands of years later.

Though this Direwolf was unlike any my ancestors ever spoke of.

A dragon with fur. A wolf with wings.

In truth I never even contemplated what a child of the winter kings and a dragonlord would produce. Such a thing was blasphemy to even entertain after the 'good' queen Alyssane gave the gifts to the nights watch, effectively killing most of the farmland the north relied upon to maintain some semblance of independence.

Everyone in the north knew why such a thing happened. The maesters of the south tell of a just queen who wishes to give men of the nights watch something of their own.

In truth we of the north believe it to be a way to destroy stark influence on the north. A way to say, 'what we say goes. Bend or break' and bend we did.

Many whispers were made about Alaric stark and queen alyssane being romantically involved. But such things were never confirmed. However, the lack of pushback from lord Alaric was too damming to ignore.

My thoughts drift back to the lord of ice and fire.

A man of the same age as my own Denlen. But unlike Denlen lord zayne Holds himself like a veteran of war and death. The threat he gave to Denlen after being called a Targaryen showed he was as stark as any of winterfell.

Not to mention the boys coloring.

Show white hair with stark grey eyes intermingled with a pool of dragon fire at the center that cascades outward into droplets of blood across the ethereal glowing grey.

That along with the color of his wolf, the silvery fur and crimson eyes proved them both to be exactly what lord zayne claimed. That they were here to stop the night king.

I remember the eyes of the creature who wants all living things dead.

A baleful cobalt blue. Eyes like a beast. Much like zaynes own. For neither of them have any whites in their eyes. After looking at the two of them they are indeed mirror images.

One a servant of death and the other a servant of life. Of progress.

I know such things to be true based on the grain he gifted us. Though admittedly he himself said it was for his own gain as much as ours. ""I need Allies lord jagen. Allies people won't take seriously until they find a blade in their neck,""

Such things were true. Us crannogmen have always been underestimated. Like many of our fellow northern brothers above the neck.

I've read as far back as I could about the andals who tried for centuries to conquer us. Failing everytime thanks to my ancestors and their connection with our home.

The earthsingers.

Many south of the neck called them children of the Forrest.

While such things were true in look, they fail to understand the true nature of them. Even I myself do not know much about them. As after Brandon the builder raised the wall and pushed back the white walkers with the help of the nightswatch, the singers went into hiding after a few fights that broke out between them and men leading to the' pact of men and children' being broken.

Many reeds have tried to contact them. But with no such luck. Maybe now that the second war of dawn is upon us I can succeed where others of my line failed.

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I travel through the keep hearing whispers of lord zayne and how he treated them.

It shocked me to learn he had impeccable manners. Even asked the servants with 'please' and 'thank you' when something was done for him.

Never have I heard of a lord being so kind to people lower in status than themselves. But it seems lord zayne is different.

I only learned how different he was when my bloody hand made contact with the heart tree.

My world again changed forever.

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The Fever river, barrow lands, 7th moon of 129 AC

(ZAYNE)

After another week trek out of the neck towards where I left morgoth my mind races.

Mainly with the ideas I have to make Sparta the strongest kingdom.

Though my movement speed is quite challenged by the amount of blood I used to show the reeds what's coming.

I know why such a thing is happening. The law of equivalent exchange.

Such a thing is always true in magic of this world. You cannot receive something without giving something else of equal value in return.

I'll just have to be careful how I use magic. For my blood is full of it. Because I can't be sluggish and tired when I'm in a world such as this. Treachery and oath breaking are ever present.

Hell, one only needs to look at the current state of westeros to know that to be true.

Every single lord was made to kneel and swear to follow Rhaenyra after king viserys death.

Only for that to be shattered when such a thing came time to pass.

Like andals are want to do, they saw an opportunity to be raised up, to become more influential in court and jumped at the chance. Once again proving their words are subject to change as soon as a better opportunity comes along.

When situations like this occur i always think back to when stannis Baratheon offered jon snow the stark name as well as winterfell if he bent the knee and named him king.

Jon's response always served to prove to me how different most andals and firstmen are.

"If I can't keep to my own words. My oaths, why should I expect any other man to do the same to me?"

That always stuck with me. A bastard boy who suffered untold amounts of mental and emotional trauma being offered everything he dreamed of.

All that stood in his way was his own words. His oaths.

Any andal would've dropped to their knee before stannis even finished his offer. But not jon snow. This is why I will treat any northerner with respect first unless they give me a reason not to.

But the southerners? I plan to show them just how far apart we are in every aspect of life.

My thoughts are broken as the shadow of morgoth flies over my head and lands only 50 yards from frost and i along the bank of the fever river.

I am instantly pushed down to the ground when I get in arms length of my flying companion. He huffs huge breaths of my scent and makes a noise I assume to be equivalent to the whining a dog makes when it's excited.

I laugh and pat his snout trying to be let up.

(Okay okay morgoth. Come. We have a place to finally settle down. I need you to allow frost to ride with me.)

He seems happy at the beginning of my statement. Only to turn sour at the last bit.

I sigh, 'truly stubborn he is.' Knowing it's going to take some time before he allows it to happen.

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After only an hour or so of letting the animals I have get to know one another, morgoth finally let's frost and I mount up and take to the skies.

It should only take a day to reach skagos. Two at the most depending on when I decide to make my move.

My plans for Sparta are innumerable. First is the name.

I will not call my home skagos. It sounds like a pile of shit. If I wanted to live on a pile of shit I'd conquer the iron islands.

No, I need a defensible position that's close to the lands of always winter in order for my army to make a true difference.

Concrete, cleanliness protocols, medicine. I plan to provide it all to the people i will rule. Only needed unwavering loyalty in return.

Such a thing shouldn't be hard to manage. Afterall, what do starving cold people want? To be warm and fed. I will provide this in excess.

'Prepare yourself lord stane. For a dragonwolf makes his way to treat with you. I do hope you don't disappoint me.' I think as I continue through the night sky towards my destination.

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The next day, skagos, kings house port, 129 AC

(3rd pov)

In the early morning hours on skagos, every person was awoken with a sound none have heard before.

A baleful screech/roar that echoed across the water and off the mountain range.

Everyone ran outside. Thinking the gods finally decided to put them out of their misery after centuries of hardship.

Such fears were confirmed when they saw a large black creature fly in circles above the island before making its way to the heart tree.

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All the villagers ran to the tree to try and understand what's going on. Only to be more terrified as a man climbed off the back of the beast with a horse sized wolf behind him.

A strong voice comes from the oddly garbed stranger, ""go get your lord now. I have little patience to be kept waiting.""

Many rushed off towards the keep to inform the lord of what was happening as another small women made her way towards the man with bread and salt.

Before she could get too close though he cut her off saying, ""I will not partake in guest right until I know the nature of your lord.""

All of us remaining in front of the stranger shivered at his tone. One that spoke of consequences should lord stane not meet his expectations. All of us know it won't be. Lord stane is a vile man who takes his right of the first night very very seriously.

Just as the silence started getting to the villagers a voice was heard that all recognized.

""What in frozen hells is the meaning of this?! Who thinks to summon me in my own land?! I'll cut off your manhood for that alone!""

Again all the villagers shiver, knowing full well lord stane will keep to that promise if he has a chance.

They only hoped their guest wouldn't take offense.

The were fools to hope so.

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(ZAYNE POV)

After hearing the arrogance coming from the man I can't see yet I mentally tell frost to go hide in the bushes. I'm still sort of sluggish after the magic but I am quickly recovering.

I may need his help, which means he must remain an unknown to my enemy until the right time.

The wolf reluctantly follows my order and I can feel his anticipation of the battle I'm sure is about to occur.

The lord stane finally makes his appearance flanked by two guards who look like they wish to be anywhere but beside the man morgoth has now set his eyes on.

I take off my hood and begin speaking, ""greeting lord stane. I've come with an offer I think you'll be interested in."" I start trying to keep this civil. I don't want to kill him, but will do so if I'm left with no option.

The words he speaks back to me seal his fate.

""Bah! What's the meaning of this?! A damn boy without hair on his face or stones tries to summon me? In my own land?! You'll die for that bastard. May your whore mother come after you so I can indulge her.""

That was the wrong thing to say.

I didn't even need to give frost the command.

As soon as the words left his lips the two guards were dead, throats ripped from their neck while the lord stane falls on his ass, sword hand still on the pommel.

Frost makes a slow, methodical trek towards him as he backs up on his ass. A coward now he sees he doesn't have the upper hand.

Before he can get too far I call his name, ""well lord stane, it seems I no longer need you for my plans. I will however give your people a demonstration of what happens should they disrespect me like you have so bravely done today.""

I motion for two large skinny men to hold lord stanes arms and tie him up. While another two are made to drive stakes into the ground that are just a little taller than lord stane himself.

The lord on his knees spits at my feet as I walk up to him. Receiving my heel to his face for such an action.

He's spitting blood and coughing when I begin my speech.

""Today marks a new day for this land. A new beginning.

You all followed his ancestors in rebellion agaisnt the starks of winterfell, forever dooming your children to eat the flesh of men.

Today, you all become Spartans. This land will become Sparta. And lord stane…..""

I trail off as I walk to the bound man who's screaming obsenities left and right, not knowing every word he speaks makes this punishment worse.

""Lord stane will provide you and I with an example of what should happen to you should you commit some of the most vile actions in my new land.""

I say and begin cutting his tunic off, letting his skin be exposed to the cold air forming goosebumps across his skin.

""This will be known as the Bludeagle. May you never know it's tourture.""

And so began the most beautiful and terrible punishment any had ever seen.

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After I was done with lord stane I turn to the skinniest man I've ever seen.

""Who are you?""

The man looks startled and speaks quickly, ""I am aiden my lord,""

I nod and reply. ""I will call you slim. So slim, take me to my new castle.""

And with that my conquering of the main island of Sparta was complete.

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After I strung lord stane up for all to see. I sent morgoth to go get a whale for my villagers to feed on. The way they looked at me in both wonder and fear, someone would have thought they see me as a demigod or something. Kinda strange and uncomfortable if I'm being honest.

After familiarizing myself with the layout of the castle for the remainder of the evening, I make my way to a couch as I refuse to sleep on the same surface as that dirty simpleton who used to rule this chain of islands.

On my search around the castle, I found and executed the maester because he's a maester. I will have no Reach spies in my domain, something i will have to put runes into the earth for. His death though has left a hole I need to fill soon. After all, the sick die quick here. Hopefully, the modern cleanliness laws i aim to implement will help with this, allowing me time to find a teach a healer in the town how I want things done. Ugh. So much work and so little time.

My memory isn't perfect. But It shouldn't be too much longer until the battle above rooks rest that claims the life of rhaenys Targaryen.

Hopefully the reeds honor their words and keep me updated via Denlen about the comings and going's of the mainland.

Letting all those worries wash away as I lay on the couch, I try to get some sleep, for tomorrow my first day as a ruler begins.

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I'm awoken by a knock on my door. After bidding the person enter I see it's slim.

He's about 5'10 with black hair and eyes. His voice is soft and broken sounding. It truly hurts to see a human reach this point. Whether that be because of the abuse of the previous lord, or the abuse the land itself levies upon these people.

""Good morrow my lord. I have prepared all that is needed for you to break your fast."" The man spoke quickly after seeing the massive wolf with its head on my chest and the silhouette of morgoth flying around the window of my room. His fear was palpable being in such close quarters with these two animals, or three really, who could rip him to shreds without a second thought.

I respond. ""Good job slim. I appreciate the service.""

He goes to bow but my look stops him dead in his tracks.

"Enough of that bowing business. I'm not your previous lord. I do not expect you to become comfortable with me in a day or even a moons time. But you will learn I am not as evil as I made myself seem yesterday.

Have two men put up a board about this long and wide,"" I show him what I want with my hands and continue.

""Then I want them to put it between two posts in the middle of the town. After that they're to tell everyone they can find to arrive at that spot by the time the sun reaches its apex. Today is the first day of the rest of your lives.""

Today I decided to wear the classic red and white robes bearing my personal sigil along with my families own. After dressing and checking myself in the mirror I smiled at the reflection while putting on my cloak, I made my way down to the 'great' hall to eat and bond with my subjects.

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Walking into the great hall was surprising. There were merry voices ringing all about. No doubt it's been a while, if ever, since these people have seen so much food. Although it was only fatty, blubbery meat it's all I could do for the moment.

As soon as I reached the door and two men at arms nodded to me and opened the door announcing my presence, the room went as silent as the aftermath of a white walker attack.

Fearful looks were being thrown my way all the way to my table. If I'm honest, it was getting a little annoying but I corrected myself and had to keep in mind that they don't know anything but suffering.

With this thought I kept my mouth closed and ears open as the people saw I wouldn't cut out their tounge for speaking in my presence without direct consent, and slowly began their conversations again. However, everytime I caught someone's eye they flinched. While I know my eyes are unique I don't believe they're that scary. They have a slight glow but I find them beautiful. I guess after seeing the bludeagle they have a right to be scared of me.

But they've only seen the stick. Today I plan to offer them a big,juicy carrot.

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(Random villager pov)

Our new lord Valhalla has called everyone to the town center. As I pass through the town walking alongside my fellow inhabitants of this island, the fear and nervousness can be felt. It's a physical thing.

After what we saw lord Valhalla do to the lord Stane, there were very mixed opinions. Some, mainly the people who's wife's and daughters suffered under the hand and manhood of lord stane cheered lord Valhallas name.

The others thought that lord Valhalla was just another version of the lord stane. I fell somewhere in the middle. Anyone who didn't directly see the Bludeagle heard about it. Lord stane had suffered for long past what should be natural, but I found myself not caring about him as he was dead. The proof of such thing hangs in front of the heart tree near the castle. The ground is stained red with lord stanes blood.

No, I was worried about the new lord we serve. My wife and I managed to keep our union hidden from lord stane, I do not want lord Valhalla to find out and take his rights of the first night as lord stane did to every women on the island that announced their union.

The lord Valhalla is a young man from what I've seen. He can't be more than 6and 10, yet the look on his eye as he tourtured lord stane will forever be burned in my memory. That was the look of ice. Pure, unfeeling ice.

I'm broken out of my musings as the group Im with at last reaches the spot we were told to gather. There standing in front of the crowd is our new lord, his robes the same color of the weirwood tree with a flag that has a creature similar to the one he arrived on inside of an arrowhead of the like I've never seen.

The lord speaks in a voice that I would bet any number of coin on carried all across the island that was now his domain, ""today marks the beginning of our kingdom. I will not lie to you and say it will be easy. What I will promise to you however is that as long as you follow me and my words, you will never go hungry or worse.""

That he knew what we resorted to in the most desperate of times shows he knows about our troubles at least. He kept speaking,

"Beginning today, you will wash your hands 3 times daily. Once before every meal. You will also not ingest or bath with any water that has not been boiled. Soon, I will create bathhouses around the island that allows you to get straight to a tub of boiled water without having to do so yourself.

One person from each household will also be taught to read and write. The post behind me will contain announcements that are important to the island and everyone living in it. Here is where you'll find out what's going on and why.

Last but not least for today, do not, I repeat DO NOT, try to force yourself upon another inhabitant of our island. I promise you the previous lords punishment will look like a child's game when I'm done should I need to revisit this. Am I clear?!""

At the resounding yes we all gave him, a screech was heard above our heads. And the massive beast our lord took as his mount landed. With him and the Direwolf eerily similar in color to the weirwoods climbing up and leaving the whispers began.

""Will he really help us?""

""Is he an old god? Look at his wolf and appearance!""

Many more things were said that day about Zayne Valhalla, none that he could hear as he was planning on how to convince giants to come back with him.

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AN: there we go. Hope you enjoy. Images will take some time to get up. Im super busy rn. Will have them up before the night ends however.

Live long and prosper🖖❤️