Chapter 17: Chapter 17
*Cyrus POV*
'There you are little one, I have been looking for you.'
Had it not been for [Gamer Mind], not going to lie I probably would be regretting wearing black pants. Brown sticks out on black just as much as any bright color.
Quickly taking a battle stance casting every buff available, searching around I see and feel nothing. Which can be quite terrifying.
But able to remain calm and focused, and thats when I saw it. A large undead frost spider.
"You just had to be a fucking spider"
All eight eyes a bright but chilling glowing blue, each of them trained on me.
Gods, I really don't like spiders, especially the undead talking kind. Nothing ever good comes from talking undead spiders.
"Well you found me, now what? And please don't say to follw hou cause definitely not happened. Had you been more.... not a spider, you may have at least gotten a little better of a chance."
'I just wanted to see my prey, little paladin. Join me and take up the mantle and conquer this realm. Command the Scourge and -"
"Ok, let me stop you there spidey I already said earlier you lost me at spider if thats all you had to say I thinks its spider eradication time. I can barely keep the urge to squish you your so ugly."
'Oh you will come to me 'Paladin of the Silver Hand' even if I have to take everything and everyone you hold dear. If you wish to save your family, command the Scourge, its the only way to save them'
After hearing that a bad feeling crept into my mind, until I felt it. The pets I left with my father and brothers where fighting.. "What a dick."
Quickly casting [Exorcism], which instantly caused the spider to erupt with holy flames quickly turning to ash. I quickly turn back into my flight form to ruch back to where they had set up camp.
Cursing myself the whole way for being so greedy as to not want to lose my camp by the resource rich mountain I had found.
'Had I setup my camp for them to use I could've just teleported back.'
Flying higher and higher intending to use a high altitude drop to speed up getting to his destination, he could feel the health of both his pets dropping.
*General POV*
Back at the Stark camp Thoros and his flaming sword could be seen fighting off the dead with a smile on his face. While Ned, Robb and Jon where back to back fighting of the dead trying to help Cyrus' pets as best as possible.
Ursoc was tearing through them but damage was slowly building up, Panterra wasn't any better. Their wounds showing signs of frostbite and decay.
"Use fire, The Lord of Light works thru the fire, its their weakness!"
Hearing Thoros' shout Ned looked to their campfire, grabbing both his sons so as to not leave them unprotected he carried both all the way to the fire. Adrenaline and fear pumping, giving him the strength to perform an act that would normally be very difficult.
Grabbing a burning log, ignoring the searing heat burning his hand as he grabbed one for each of them.
Using the flaming logs as weapons, since none of the weapons they had could be like Thoros and have fire damage.
Just as they thought they were beginning to feel less pressure due to the Wights instantly dieing from the flames. Two ice spears came from the darkness in the woods, one impaled Thoros and the other Ursoc. Killing the bear instantly while Thoros was able to dodge enough to miss anything vital. But just as that happened a yell was heared from the sky.
"NOOOO!!! YOU BASTARDS ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT"
Looking up from where they heard the shout come from. The four saw the shape of a large bird falling very fast directly toward them, I then changed into the shape of a human.
When he hit the ground the ground splintered, bright white holy flames erupting from the cracks in a 15 foot radius from the point of impact.
Instantly killing all the wights that had surrounded Ursoc's body.
Seeing the sight of their family member appear from out of a bird and then seeing the wights being killed just by being near him was something none of them would forget.
Not just because of the display of power, but they had never seen a temperament from him like he was displaying.
[Gamer Mind] wasn't active all the time, it only activated during extreme high emotions. Fear, anger, sadness any emotions that could effect judgement and the stronger the emotion the stronger the counter balance.
Right now he felt furious, his long time friend and companion since child had been killed in front of him. He was right there, just a moment sooner. It was all he thought about, completely forgetting about his resurrection abilities for that wasn't the counter balance. It was vengeance.
Disregarding any notion of hide anymore Cyrus equipped the strongest set available to him against the undead and that was his tier 6 [Lightbringer] armor and weapons.
Constantly maintaining [Consecration] and casting [Power Word: Shield] on everyone and casting every buff increasing holy damage, he began casting [Holy Shock] in between [Crusader Strke]s. The holy flames on the ground following his every step, always maintaining a 15 foot radius.
It damaged the wights and healed Thoros and the other each time Cyrus near them putting them into the radius.
Thoros' eyes never leaving Cyrus, if Cyrus was paying any attention he definitely would've freaked out. The twinkle in his eyes and the wide grin he had.
Cyrus did feel a shiver down his spine but was thinking it was the undead.
Cyrus destroyed the undead almost methodically, he was looking for the commander. The one who threw the spear.
Suddenly he saw a ice spear fire towards his father. Using [Intervene] he rushed to his father and smashed the spear, seeing the undead general who threw it grinning.
"There you are."
With a [Battle Shout] and [Heroic Leap] he launched forward right near the general.
He and his undead horse catching fire but just stared and looked at him.
'It's useless young paladin, I have many many more that I command and growing day by day. Its the only way, I will allow you an area for your friends and family to live. But you will lead my armies and conquer this realm.'
Again hearing the voice that spoke thru the spider earlier Cyrus couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
"No matter how many you have they are still in front of you while you hide behind, come face me and see who gets the last laugh."
'Oh we will be meeting little paladin, I will wait for you in the Land of Always Winter. The time not yet ripe. Know this, my armies will be marching south that Wall will not stop it. If I-"
"You know you talk alot for a dead guy. I mean I get told it a lot myself so if I'm saying it damn that's bad. Now shut it and go to hell."
Casting [Holy Flame] and [Holy Shock] together he incinerated the undead and his horse. Upon it death all the other undead broke into ice bringing silence back to the area.
Walking up to Ursoc's body, seeing Panterra nuzzled up to the bear a smile came to his face. He pet his shadowcat and comforted her, "Its ok girl, he'll be good as new in no time".
After healing her wounds he turned to Ursoc.
Just as Ned went to comfort his son thinking he was saddened by the death of his bear froze when he saw a holy light decend down onto the bear.
All the injuries healed and closed up, even the large hole left by the spear closed up and when the light faded the bear could be seen breathing again but was still sleeping.
Moving the bear into his pet pouch so he could rest.
Next thing he knew he was tackled to the ground by Robb and Jon.
They began shaking him and yelling,
"That was AWESOME, you have to teach us. That is a command from your oldest brother and heir to Winterfell." Robb demanded while Jon nodded his head.
"That's right Robb you tell him. He has to listen to the Lord of Winterfell. Where you really a bird? Is Ursoc really going to be okay?"
Both boy's were grilling Cyrus with a bombardment of orders and questions.
Ned just stared at his son's, with not only his own questions but of the implications. The Others were real. But they had no proof, all of it turned into shards of ice and scattered amongst the cold wind.
Thoros walked up next to Ned with a grin.
"Aye, 'War Wolf' indeed Lord Stark, although 'Light Wolf' may be more appropriate instead."
Taking his eyes off his son's antics he looked to the Red Priest and with a serious expression answered.
"Perhaps, Priest but I do feel I owe you an apology. I didn't believe in your tale and reasons for coming north. I only tolerated and accepted your help to oust those rats out of the north. I may not still believe in your Lord of Light, but you have earned the trust of the north. The North Remembers."
"Aye Lord Stark, but you see the Lord of Light doesn't require you to believe, he only asks to heed his call and words of wisdom. Your son is a prime example, he follows the Old Gods but he commands a fire and light like none other. We have a name for one who weilds such power, Azor Ahai the Warrior of Light and Son of Fire. Some even call him the prince who was promised and Bringer of Light. The sword I wield is but a copy of the sword Lightbringer, the fabled sword of Fire, mine is but a mere shadow of the real one."
With a confused face Ned asked, "Prince who was promised? You have to be mistaken, Nobel sure but he isn't a prince."
Thoros shook his head, "Aye, maybe in this age in time but if Im not mistaken Lord Stark, the Stark used to be called the Kings of Winter during the Age of heroes. So yes Lord Stark your sons are technically princes."
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