two wolves make moves across the world

AN: so probably going to change Cregan to Henry cavil. I like the reasoning behind what was given to me and will implement it.

Also, how do we feel about a Damon Salvatore face cam for zayne? I like it. Maybe I'll make Timmy a stark som or other.

Enjoy the chapter

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Sparta, the bay of seals, 8th moon of 129 AC

(ZAYNE)

I returned to my island to cheers. Something I never expected. But it seemed food and warmth were essential. With my return I dismount morgoth and look to see my castellan and a few villagers are there to greet me, making sure to keep a very respectful distance away from morgoth. Who gives them a deep, rumbling warning to behave.

Chuckling and giving him a pat I move forward with frost at my shoulder and Artemis screeching from atop a tree in the clearing, and am met with smiles from the villagers. Confusion must've been evident on my face as I pulled my hood up over a gray and black colored cloak in my usual style. The black dragon of my house surrounded by my personal sigil makes it look even more intimidating to my eyes.

I walk up and Putting those thoughts aside for now I speak to the castellan, ""tell me what's happened since I've been gone.""

The man looks like he's to bow, having it probably beaten into him, but the look I give him stops him dead in his tracks. With a simple nod of his head he speaks to me.

""Of course my lord. Everyone has followed your order to boil any water they are using for anything. This has had the effect of keeping many of the people more clean. Also, the plants you gave to many of the ones who had liquid of the ass seems to have helped them immensely.""

Ah yes. The peppermint and chamomile. Although not as good as straight up pepto bismol, the two plants definitely help stomach problems.

Nodding along we start to make our way through the village when a group of older looking women approach us. They all look at the steel colored fur and crimson red eyes of frost, who stands taller than all of them and seem hesitant to approach. But one makes a decision and takes the lead.

The oldest of the women slowly approach. And I see she has a cloak in her hands. She carefully presents it as she speaks, ""I know it is not of the Same quality as the cloaks you wear my lord. But please. Take this gift from us. A thank you to all the young women you saved from lord Stane.""

It's pitch black with the red Norse designs they've seen on my other cloaks. And it's surprisingly soft for something I know they threw together. However, the fact that this is happening shows that at least some people here like the changes I'm making.

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After thanking the women we finally get to the keep so I can begin to get everything ready for my new residents to arrive as I get back to my room and flop onto the sofa.

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8th moon of 129 AC

After a month of ruling Sparta things are looking up. I finalized my deal with the thenn and Norwood who have decided to become the thennwood and merge together creating a stronger relationship.

Many in the clan already share lineage, but they are making such things official.

Such things are great. From the little bit of counting James and Loki know, I assume there to be about 4,000 clans men. A good start but not nearly enough.

I also spoke extensively with mag, who to my surprise can hold conversations for far longer than I saw the giants of the show do, about my plans for the mountain and his own peoples part to play in getting through it.

From what leaf has told me, his being able to speak so clearly is from a lot of practice. His peoples vocal chords are more like a big cats and a gorilla mixed. The deep thunder like sound is the same as the big cats who roar. The vibrations create a thunderous sound.

That along with the ape like vocal chords give them a little word maneuverability.

This made it even more impressive to me that mag could speak for so long. As old Norse was not easy on the tongue or throat.

Aside from him, the 20 adult giants and 5 children cannot speak more than 1 or 2 words. Though mags son, wu-ton is beginning to get the younger generation to be more vocally versatile.

Mag himself seemed confident in he and his peoples ability to get me through the mountain. A plan was set up that would take 3-4 moons. Blood magic and strength being the main two components to our plan of attack.

But such plans changed drastically when leaf interrupted our conversation, stating she had something that would save us a lot of time and energy.

I remember her words, ""we sunk the stepstones young dragon, do you really think getting through a mountain to be tough?"" She finished with a chuckle that sounded like early spring rain. A beautiful melody that always caught me off guard.

I wasn't in love with leaf. For such things were madness. But I appreciated what she represented. Nature made flesh. It was a beautiful thing to observe and interact with.

My only problem is how to get these people to my island. For I cannot ferry them with morgoth. He may be amiable to my requests most of the time, But I feel trying to bring non-dragon blooded people onto his back will be too much to bear.

It's not something I can blame him for though. I myself wouldn't want to be used like that if I were a dragon capable of burning a city like kings landing to the ground in but a few dozen passes.

My problems look to have been solved however as my eye trails the map towards the east.

I know the triarchy will be a problem soon. They end up killing most of the blacks if I remember correctly. Mainly prince jaceaerys. That along with the two youngest children of Rhaenyra, aegon III and viserys II, being ambushed and captured.

This lead to aegon escaping on his dragon while little viserys was drug all around the east until finally ending up with the rogare.

This ended with him having a wife of that family. Something I don't think the boy wanted. But what could he do? He was without a dragon and in a completely different continent while being assumed dead by his entire family.

All nobles of the triarchy will perish before this war is over. I will need those people they rule to be the base of my forces. What a generous offer the triarchy unknowingly made in trying to kill the blacks.

This leads me to my new Allies, the ibbenese.

After using a week or so to get really in tune with warging into Artemis, I've been able to give her commands by simply thinking them. That too with morgoth and frost.

It's like I'm the center of a hive mind. I only need to put my thoughts out there and they will be done.

So i sent Artemis with a letter to a shipwright there named Balin Borg. Basically giving him an offer he couldn't refuse. Thought I made it clear speaking to his council before I arrive with him to do so will be bad.

Although I didn't mention morgoth, I hope the dragon sigil I decorated my letter with gives him an idea.

Also, I've had enough trust built up between the reeds and i to allow them to inform lord Cregan of my presence. Though I also make sure to let them know any action taken agaisnt me or Sparta will result in winterfell becoming a wasteland of melted slag.

This was answered adequately by lord jagen, informing me Denlen went to winterfell as soon as I left to Sparta. 'Damn I love working with green seers. They know what you need before you need it.'

I'm broken out of my early morning musing by a knock at my door, I bid the person to enter and I see slim carrying a missive with the Reed sigil upon it.

""My lord, a letter for you.""

I nod and thank the man. He was truly a dutiful guy. Always asking me what I needed.

I'd already started teaching him to read the old tongue. He could already speak it. So reading wouldn't be too long a process.

I will then use him as a proxy to teach others and implement my new, 'all houses will have one person who can read,' law. This is so I don't have to go to the town square so often to make announcements. I'll simply write it down and post it to the board I had set up the first day I spoke to them.

I crack open the letter and begin to read,

Lord Valhalla,

My son has arrived to winterfell a fortnite or so ago. His claims for why it took so long was his training his ability. While I usually would commend him for such a thing, as more control means more uses, I am slightly miffed at his nonchalance of the situation we're in.

Anyway, now that my grievances have been said, i needs must inform you of my Liege's words.

He begs need for a meeting soon. And as you well know, direwolves are not known for being patient and sitting around. I'm not telling you what to do, but I stress meeting him soom is important. Denlens physical presence at winterfell may keep lord Cregan at bay. But I fear it won't be for long.

Do understand lord zayne, that I'm being put in a rather odd position between and ally and my liege lord. Both of you also being of stark blood makes this even more near treason. For this is how all stark rebellions started.

Please, for the bond we've cultivated over the last moon or so, I beg you to agree to meet with Cregan. Should you both come to agreement, I assure you you'll find no better man to have on your side.

Lord of the greywater, Jagen Reed

I sigh. I knew such things were going to happen eventually. But I have to speak to the Ibbenese first. They are my main priority. The need for their ships and building abilities will be extremely useful to Sparta, even if they can't share blood with my people.

I write my own missive to lord Reed, explaining my next moves and agreeing to the meeting to be at long lake. It should only take lord Cregan 3-4 days to get there via horse. That should give me enough time to go to ibben and make my proposals.

Calling Artemis to me i tie the letter to her leg, give her a few slips of jerky from a whale morgoth had brought to the beach and send her on her way to deliver my words while I make my way to morgoth to begin preparations for what I'll offer in return for ibben giving me some shipwrights.

I plan to offer them gold, the ingredients to clear glass, and a Valyrian steel weapon. This should make the council they have happy. Or at least, a majority of them.

Telling slim that nobody is allowed to see me I veer off towards morgoth with a dragon glass dagger and a vaguely shaped into a short sword high carbon steel bar. I begin by melting both of them down into liquid with a fire I have morgoth start. The white hot flames do their job in minutes.

After the two are mutually melted down I pour them into a clay mould I made for this very purpose. After that I put a drop of my blood into the mixture. As soon as my blood hits it, the white flame turns a deep violet that signifies the creation of Valyrian Steel.

I'm thankful I remember how to make this at least. As it's such a commodity in the world today. Hell, I could make simple Damascus steel without the magical elements and it'd be as cool. I remember it also being in Valyria. A steel only used by non dragon riders. Such a thing would be invaluable to the normal foot soldiers in the war of dawn. It only takes dragon glass and high carbon steel. Food for thought.

With the sword in hand i again begin preparations to leave my people. A whale will be provided as well as the information of why I'll be leaving again and where I'll be going.

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My people seemed far more receptive of the ibbenese coming to Sparta. Especially the younger generation.

I knew why, they wanted to put new blood into their own. But I had to destroy their hopes. As any man and ibbenese child was said to be a monster.

But I told them the clansmen and women are more than enough for right now, and to trust me by meeting them before condemning them, as I told the same to the thennwood about the Spartans past actions.

That seemed to quell their disappointment at the ibbenese not being able to procreate with them.

I want to bring different races to Sparta to promote competition. Which will give Sparta an edge in innovation, it also gives the people here the chance to put new strong blood into their own bloodline with the people I plan to bring to the island such as the clansmen and those of lys and myr after I've killed their leaders.

With the hardy attitudes of everyone who has to live in the northern part of the world, finding common ground shouldn't be too difficult for the people. And for those of the east? They'll understand the rules when morgoth tells them. He's truly the best 'stick' in the world.

With this in mind I mount morgoth and begin my journey to ibben.

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Arriving by ship to ibben to keep my identity secret I make my way to the ship builders.

After inquiring about the head shipwright I follow the small man's directions to the middle of the shop.

There I see a man who looks like thorin Oakenshield from the hobbit movies. It takes me a second to regain my thoughts when he speaks to me.

""Why are you here giant boy?""

I crush the lingering annoyance I feel at being referred to as a boy and speak my introduction, the cloak I wear made by my new seamstresses to show them I take pride in their work, even if it's not as good as my usual garb. I did however give them better material to see what they can do with it. I'm excited to see what they've made when I return.

I answe him, ""my name is Zane Valhalla,""

At my declaration his eyes to moon wide. Clearly remembering my words about coming to my island.

After a few seconds of writing himself he speaks again. ""I'm flattered. Lord Valhalla. Truly. But I'm afraid the council won't let me go so easily. The only reason I'm still here is of my debt. Something I acquired when I was young and adventurous.

Managed to convince the iron bank to give me a large sum of coin to try and innovate ship building as we know it. But it didn't workout so well. Which left me here""

I try to hold back my smile but it's almost too much to do so. Regaining my serious noble demeanor I answer him. ""Then it seems to be your lucky day. For I have a way to ensure your people can pay back the money for the iron bank and even make a deal with them to promote the destruction of the triarchy.""

At the mention of the three whores I see balin's eyes light up in hatred. He speaks then with an edge to his voice.

""Anything you can do to step on those damn myrish I'm all welcome for. Let us go. I will get you an audience with the council. Filli!""

Balin yelled out to the warehouse. Within seconds a small ibbense boy who looked remarkably like Balin spoke.

""Yes father?"" He asked before catching sight of me and having his eyes widen. Apparently Snow White hair and eyes like mine aren't common In ibben.

Balin breaks my train of thought, ""go gather all 3rd and fourth sons. As well as anyone with debts to pay."" He begins scribbling on a piece of parchment very fast before returning it to his sons hands.

""Give each of the clan heads this. It'll tell them all they need to know.""

Nodding at his fathers word he gives me one last look before doing was he was bid.

Turning to me Balin spoke, ""let's go.""

Nodding, I follow him out into the streets towards a large building in the middle of the city.

Balin tells me to let him handle it while he slips in the room.

After just a few seconds loud shouts reverberated throughout the door. Looking at the two ibbense guards in front of the door with small spears as they flinch tells me this happens quite a bit.

Opening the door after the yelling ceases, balin lets me inside.

Sitting in a semi-circle on a raised Dias is the council of ibben.

All of them have a shade of blonde hair. Ranging from almost shining gold to a dirty blonde wheat color.

The one at the head speaks up, ""balin has told us you plan to take our ship builders for your own."" A murmer of discontent spreads throughout the conference room.

The next one speaks up after him, ""what's next. Do you wish to take our wives and daughters abed?""

That broke my lighthearted mood. The fact that someone insinuated that about me made me mad. Before I can speak morgoths loud screech echoed off the water surrounding the island.

My response is calm and collected after having seen the fear i was looking for.

""My name is Zayne Valhalla. Had you let balin or myself finish speaking before launching such vile accusations against us might've spared you the fear and knowledge that I could end you and your cities life on a whim. Now, do you wish to let me speak of what I plan on giving you in return for your shipwrights? Or shall I let my companion morgoth do my speaking for me?""

The threat I made was a result of this second man to my left accusing me of being a rapist. Somehting I despise with every fiber of my being.

A silence ripples through the council. I take that as a good an answer as I'll get. Afterall, Seeing a dragon without dragons blood must be terrifying.

So I tell them of my plan. To gift them with the thing that'll allow them to compete and beat myr should they do it correctly.

I also signed a one year trade agreement to have food brought to Sparta. With so many new people coming in morgoth and I cannot feed everyone. I need veggies to supplement the diet of my people.

'I need to teach them how to fish. Not just give it to them.they need to be able to eat forever.'

The pièce de résistance was the sword. No doubt they'll be fighting over that if the greed i everyone of the councilors eyes spoke truth.

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After my meeting. I spoke to balin on the kind of shops we would need to ferry giants and mamoths. He clearly didn't believe me but I was in fact telling the truth.

As soon as I gave him some ships that were designed in old Valyria I'd managed to snag on my way out of the smoking see, I thought the man Would propose to me.

After getting everything ready and being informed that over 200 ibbense men and 175 women would be coming with me, I jumped atop morgoth and started my way back home. I missed my people suprisingly.

After getting that cloak from the group of women I've felt much closer to them.

'When I get back it'll be time to make preparations to go meet Cregan, and then onto rooks rest.' I think to myself looking out at the starts in the midnight blue sky atop morgoth.

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Winterfell, the north, 7th moon of 129 AC

(CREGAN)

War is coming to westeros. Any man worth his share of the salt and fur could see that. He didn't know why such a thing was happening either. I remember going with my father rickon to swear fealty after the death of king viserys first wife and son, Queen Aemma and prince baelon.

But like always, the only part of westeros that words can be trusted is north of the neck. My ancestors bent the knee to the conqueror to save too many lives to count, since then a stark has never broken an oath to a Targaryen

It was true that below the neck, words were wind. Knights claim to protect all innocents, yet are found going to the darkest brothels to indulge in their sick and twisted tastes.

Grabbing ice from the rack above my head as I make ready to ride out and deliver justice like every stark before me has done. Dusk, my Direwolf, is in the corner mopping because she's finally reached maturity and can't find a suitable mate.

"Hahaha, cmon girl, let's go," I say getting her mind off of the lack of male wolves around. She was truly beautiful. Pitch black fur with golden eyes. She stood almost as tall as my shoulder, an impressive sight for true. She's much bigger than her little sister, winter, who belongs to my sister, sara.

My Patting of her head is interrupted when Lucas cassel, my friend since birth, comes in.

""My lord stark,"" he begins, dipping his head low yo show deference before continuing, ""it's time,"" without answering I follow behind him until we reach the weirwood far from winterfell.

On my way there I ponder the raven I received from lord Reed. Apparently, he made a new friend. One he believes will help the north as a whole. While I'm skeptical of this 'friend', worrying about the crannogmens loyalty is simple madness.

For if the crannogmen had turned their cloaks, the north was a place he'd no longer name home.

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Arriving back into the godswood after having carried out justice on the murderer of his wife and her bastard son. A truly despicable man.

I've been told the prince jacaerys velaryon is supposed to be making his way to winterfell as we speak. To ensure my house and the North's support in his mothers war no doubt.

Something I loathe to honor. But honor it I will. Afterall, I was In the throne room the day king viserys named his daughter the heir to the iron throne.

Northmen keep their word. Whether that be friendship or conflict. So we would March south and bring those cunts to bear once again.

The Targaryens might have ruled the continent for 130 years. But before they arrived to these shores, the most feared creature was a Direwolf. The grey and white banners of winterfell sent shockwaves of fear and despair to andals south of the neck and their fake knights of honor.

'Hah! Fake honorable men serving fake honorable gods. All subject to change the moment they need it to.' My thoughts turn dark. However, I can't let prejudices get in my way. I have a change to make the north powerful once again.

I have chance to help the Targaryens out while also gaining benefits for the north. And if Jagen's word is to be believed, i needs must meet with this Zayne Valhalla as soon as possible.

From what the Reed told me he left the mainland westeros and will be gone from it for some moons at least, which gives me ample time to head to the watch with the 1 in 10 and speak to prince jacaerys while I'm at it.

With those thoughts i and dusk climb into the bed. My ever faithful companion is always looking out for me since I took over winterfell from my uncle. Another fool who's words were wind and oaths as malleable as sand.

Slowly but surely dipping into the edges of unconsciousness, my dreams that night are filled with cold, Dead Blue eyes and screams of dispair as men, women, and children are torn apart by beings I can't comprehend.

I do know one thing however, something has changed drastically. Westeros is at a pivotal point in its history. I plan to etch my name into that history.

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1 month later

Just days after prince jaceaerys leaves I receive a new visitor, Denlen Reed. A welcome sight. As he can help me make sense of this Valhalla.

After waiting for almost a sennight, I finally received the raven I've been hoping for. Lord Valhalla is prepared to meet me. According to the letter, we will treat at long lake near the umbers land. A good a place as any.

Looking to dusk I can see she's incredibly excited. Wonder why? 'Jagen did say that lord Valhalla had stark blood. Maybe she's excited to see another wolf?' I thought before patting her beautiful black fur and making my way out the door to get my things prepared.

It's time for the wolves to meet.

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AN: there we go. Hope you enjoy the changes I made. There are a few. Will have pics posted at some point today. Don't worry. If they aren't there wait a few hours.

Live long and prosper 🖖❤️