Trident and the Rebel camp.

(POV MC)

My heart is in wildfire.... damm.. I can't describe it. A month later I'll be fighting one of the biggest historical battles of this continent. My blood is heating up, The joy of war and blood-soaked battlefield, just imagining about it is creating tons of emotions and memories of my past life and also my adoptive mother figure Apollyon. I served her my whole life and follow her one battlefield after another.

She wasn't a kind hearted woman but a crazy, cruel, ruthless schemer. Who loved to make people fight each other. We never understood her and what is actually going on in her mind... well, nobody in the Blackstone legion did.

She wanted to bring the age of wolves, where only the elite and strong should survive, it was her goal. And many of us dislike her because of that. What was the point of bringing chaos? that we never understood, thus half of us left the Blackstone legion.

But we did return after knowing that the Vikings and samurais have attacked the main base. But when we returned the battle was already over and Apollyon is dead. We held a funeral for our fallen brothers and sisters and one for her as well.

Then one of the female Warden amongst us announced that we should continue her legacy. Her name was Astra and she took Apollyon's armour and remade it to fit for her. And the same cycle of violence began again, And sometimes later in a disastrous Sea battle I died and wake up in this world.

Nothing is very different here, except here is more cruelty and politics and the ice zombies.

And it's also freaking out my modern self too. Because that guy was a college student and a gamer. He doesn't actually know what is a knight in a world full of constant war can be. He just thinks that all Avatars in the game and its warriors are on steroids. But it's not true, it's because the constant war that made them like that, Made me like like this.

But the question remains, is my modern self truly dead on earth? or I'm just dreaming an endless dream?

Well, ultimately it doesn't matter. I need to survive and thrive in this horrible world, where winter stays for several years and kill of 75% of the population.

Well, maybe after the night king is dead, The seasons of this world can come back to normal.

Why am I thinking about the night king again? I don't even know I'm able to survive until he comes !!

I need to focus on the upcoming battle of the Trident.

Though I'll feel a little bad for those poor souls that will face my sword.

Oh... I didn't check out the favour that Lysa has given me. Hmm... let's see, A white eagle carrying away a red trout embroidered on this piece of cloth. Hahaha... It brings back the memories of the Reach. Janna Tyrell did give me something similar before.

Are all the ladies of this continent read the same books and get their inspiration? sigh.... nevermind.

Then I looked at New reinforcement that came from the Vale. I was waiting for them and finally they arrived with 2 thousand fresh heavy cavalry 1 thousand extra horses.

The duty was given to me by Robert to escort them.

When they come near I saw some of the familiar faces. Ser Hopper and Ser Thomas, knight of house Waynwood and my former squire Colt.

The two knight survived the mountain clan ambush we had in the vale nearly two years ago.

After some greetings and formal words, I asked Colt, " Well, Colt how is your wife? "

Colt happily replied, " aye, Ser Alan she is good ?" Then he talked a lot about his family.

Then Colt handed me two letters one from Lady Anya and the other from Morton. sigh... it's been nearly two years huh!

So I asked Colt about both of them. And I learned lady Anya successfully given birth to my daughter, she named her Elena stone. I am glad that both of them are safe. Then he also told me about the three beautiful maids I fucked in the Gulltown and their children. And they are doing really well with the restaurant business. They named their restaurant The wandering knight.

Hahaha... it's like preserving my memories for generations.

I asked Colt, " So ... all of my children have red eyes and hair colour of their mothers right?"

He looked a little confused and that made me more confused than him.

Colt replied, " Well, Ser your bastard sons in the Gulltown does have the Red eyes But young lady Elena do not. She looks just like her mother Lady Anya. With. black haired and eyes."

What? Then all the Gene superiority and bloodline thing I thought is just BS?

(sigh) Well, ultimately it doesn't matter if they red eyes or any other colours. They are my children and A glorious future is waiting for them. I will make sure of that.

Then I looked at Colt and told him, " It's good to have you back Colt. I needed a few trusted men around."

He replied, " Aye, it's good to be back. I missed the adventures."

After a moment Colt asked me, " Sir Alan if you don't mind I would like to have them as my squires when they grow up."

I asked," Whom ?"

He replied, " Your sons in the Gulltown!"

Oh, I can see that he wants to become some kind of cool uncle for them. And every kid likes a cool uncle figure, " Well, if their mothers agree with it. Then I have no problem. Now go Claw and Hale must be waiting."

(AN) Sorry guys I'm currently focusing on my other FFs. So the next chapter will be little bit late.