Chapter 10: When Wolves Cry Out, Part 2

(Authors Note:)

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Before we begin, where does everyone stand on which Castles of the Wall get rebuilt first? In terms of taking a stand at the Wall the more Castles manned the better, so I've drawn up my Shortlist, but I need ya'll to vote yourselves, and since only three castles are currently manned, they're disqualified leaving everyone sixteen choices. I'll Post a chapter specifically for the vote since I want to provide you all info in that regard and as to why but just a heads up.

Oh, and before I forget let me say that I'm still recovering from covid so this is just to get back into the medieval aspect of things which will help meet my unchecked chapters for Aethan of Cidaris.

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(The God's Eye, The Riverlands, The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)

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At the shores of The God's Eye, a single boat was moored, this boat was crafted from Weirwood, which was more than just a Symbolic decision, it was Practical. See Weirwood never rotted, so a boat crafted from it would never fall victim to the ravages of time.

Which assuming this boat had never been replaced meant that the likes of Addam Velaryon had graced its seats with his ass. the boat could carry five adults, give or take. Since Lucion and Lyanna were smaller, this likely meant that with the additional matter of Jorin being a Crannogman and his ten men being so, the boat realistically could carry more. So, seven people thus crossed the river and hoped not to die in the process.

The danger was not drowning, but death by arrow, The Green Men typically did not take kindly to outsiders and were prone to scaring such people off. They occasionally allowed Starks, Crannogmen and allegedly Wargs or Greenseers to enter, but this was never conclusively proven as far as Lucion knew. Thus Lucion kept a small stiletto in his sleeve and a dagger at his hip, keep one in plain view and one hidden, a necessary tactic, and not one would expect from a child his age or indeed any child below thirteen namedays old.

Oh, and that reminds him, he'll eventually need to squire for someone, and much like with this fostering, it'd be one of his choosing. Squires who became Knights gained glory from the men who Knighted them, and thus of the men who Lucion would accept to Squire for the standouts were; Ser Arthur Dayne, Ser Barristan Selmy, Ser Gerold Hightower, and Prince Lewyn Martell. Now Lewyn was not yet a Kingsguard member which meant that only three of the four were Kingsguard, but if forced to choose between the three, he would choose Lord-Commander Hightower. 

The Reason for that was because Lord-Commander Hightower was the single-most respected member of the Kingsguard alive, and while not as deadly as Barristan or Dayne, nor as prestigious, the White Bull was the Lord-Commander because of his experience and skill. But also, realistically he would be able to receive instruction from all the Kingsguard during his squiring, the only problem was the proximity to Aerys...although it was tempting to one day possibly bed and impregnate Rhaelle, as a Lannister his looks were not dissimilar to traditional Targaryen Traits, so if a baby was born and didn't have his eyes gold hair was easily passed off as a Targaryen Trait.

Then again, he was planning to be loyal to Lyanna, his one indiscretion would be Aunt Genna if he could help it. And besides all that, Aerys was not exactly faithful so there was a high chance of multiple STD's passed on to Rhaelle, granted he currently had most of his marbles, but by the time he actually was old enough, half of said marbles would be gone by the time he hopefully could wrangle a squire role from Lord-Commander Hightower. He'd need to be careful not to grab Aerys attention too much, lest he be given the white cloak.

Not that Aerys would be able to make it happen mind, he would always decline. Aerys could threaten all he liked, but there were a multitude of reasons one could play to justify from being unable to resist women, to holding lands of one's own someday, or to feeling unfit of the honor.

And in any event Tradition dictated that the Lord-Commander and the King's Hand had to sign off on any new additions to the Kingsguard.

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Arriving at the shores of the Isle of Faces, the party of seven cautiously moved further inland. 

The Isle had a number of Weirwood Stumps, but only a Clearing surrounded by Ancient Weirwood's caught his attention.

Entering it they found hundreds of Weirwood Saplings. But in the center of the clearing stood a Stump with a Bowl on it, while behind the Stump was an old half-dead Weirwood Tree.

''You must eat the Paste; it will allow you to communicate with the Council.'' Says Jorin.

''So be it.''

Taking the bowl and bringing it to his lips he downs the paste. Suppressing his overwhelming urge to gag before approaching the tree and leaning against it sitting down in a meditative position.

''Lyanna, stay close to me?'' Asks Lucion, but her response comes out mumbled as the Paste takes effect.

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Waking up, he finds three men looking over him.

The three greatest Bastard Sons of King Aegon IV ''The Unworthy'' Targaryen.

A man in Nights Watch Garb caked in blood with countless Ravens around him, all with Three eyes.

This was Brynden ''Bloodraven'' Rivers. Former Lord-Commander of the Nights Watch, Hand of The King, and the Current Three-Eyed Raven.

The other wore armor and steel and bore no flesh on his skull for it was dipped in gold and his body was on fire, if not for the distinctiveness of his Sigil that had been added to his chest plate, you would never be able to tell who this was.

It was Aegor ''Bittersteel'' Rivers. Founder of the Golden Company, and the worst of Aegon's Bastard's.

The Third was relatively normal, his doublet had an embroidered Black Dragon in Red Velveteen. But his body radiated in what you'd expect to feel coming from Archangel Gabriel.

Clearly Daemon I Blackfyre.

''Just My fucking luck, I Meet two dead failures and a Paraplegic Immortal.'' Says Lucion.

''Welcome Lucion Lannister, we are representatives of the Council, here to help you decide whether you want to throw your lit in with the Red One, The Trees, or the Seven who are one. I am Daemon, this is Brynden and Aegor.'' Says Blackfyre.

''I choose R'hllor, and I'll tell you why. Because it's the best play strategically, Fire will end the Wights. Allowing someone to lose less and kill me.'' Lucion does not bother letting them make their pitches for why he should choose The Old Guards or stick with the Seven.

''Are you sure?'' Asks Bittersteel.

''Yes.''

''Very well, it is decided. Brynden will teach you how to master the sight and your Warg Abilities in your sleep, but please, allow me to impart to you the Gifts you shall need. Your Family Sword, Brightroar is my gift of Steel to you. Your Gift of Wood is this Bow of Goldenheart, blessed by Rh'llor, its Arrows will never muss and burn always at the utterance of Dracarys. Your Gift of Symbols will be the skill of Pyromancy. All Red Priests have this to some degree, but you and your Descendants will be the fires master, it can never harm you, only strengthen you, and will feed your Bows fire.'' Says Bittersteel.

''The Archmaesters should just love this.'' Lucion mutters, snapping his fingers creating lighter effect.

The hell he could raise with this....

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(POV Shift: Lyanna Stark)

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Sat beside the boy whom she saw a better future in, Lyanna held his hand, waiting for his communication with some council to end.

She was tempted to join him, taste the Paste and all, but she didn't know the ramifications of taking it. She was neither Warg nor Greenseer, and thus without confirmation of what risks were there she was unwilling to risk her future.

''Lyanna, come.'' Says Lucion waking from his communication.

''Did you get what you need?'' Lyanna asks.

''What do you think?'' Lucion asks as he snaps his fingers creating a small flame in the palm of his hand.

''What in the?'' Asks Lyanna Shocked.

"I chose the Fire God. Thinking about what I saw and what you were shown, it makes the most sense. The dead bring a cold so why not side with he who brings the Fire. I made a deal, I defeat them my way, and I don't have to beg and sacrifice for everything. I only hope it was the right one. I may burn in the Seven Hella for this, but thats a price I'm willing to pay for the survival of all.'' Says Lucion, as Lyanna watches the realization dawn on him.

He had just turned his back to the Gods who had guarded the South since the coming of the Andals.

Instinctively, Lyanna embraces him before quickly pulling away at the snickering of the Guards. Her face flushed red, and she could feel it.

''Let's go, I have what I need.'' Says Lucion leading her away, but what seems to be a half-a-hundred men stops them.

''Order's?'' One asks.

''Spread out, you have your orders.'' Lyanna stared as the Green Men obeyed Lucion disappearing before she or anyone else could possibly react.

''Lucion?'' Lyanna says in surprise.

''Just later, okay? We'll talk about it later.'' Lucion says slightly exhausted.

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