Capítulo 18: 17.) A detour. Winter has come.
An: Hey guys, i really wanted to write this chapter so here we go.
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The North, The Bite, 128 AC
Harald Pov
As I continue thinking about the pirates that have been allowed to ravage us from both the west and south while the Targaryens fuck their siblings and fight over an ugly throne makes my face look as if I've just smelled shit.
I decide I have a detour to make. To end at least one thorn in our side that will stay one until we destroy it.
I do a flyby of my flagship and call out, ""Go to shore now! I need to have words.""
I then take off toward my destination waiting for my men to begin the arduous journey to shore.
After a while they arrived with only Torrent with them. I know why. Both my friends Edris and Wylan are not seamen by any stretch of the imagination. Both are probably in their chambers deathly sick.
I chuckle at the thought before speaking to the group, mainly Torrent, about what's going on.
""I've decided to go have a chat with the lords of the iron islands. Please, if I'm not back with you by the time you reach Whiteharbor explain to him what I've said and then tell him I will give him greater detail about my motives when I return. Do make sure to mention my name should his wolfs blood get the best of him. He's quite the pup if you know what strings to pull.""
Torrent looked both amused and worried at what I'd told him. Hey how could he not? I've helped him see the world and now I'm going to make him a 'lord' though such titles are far to pompous for me. I'll have to figure out other names for positions to further distance myself from westeros.
He didn't offer words of discouragement though. He knew as everyone else did that when my mind was set there was no stopping me.
Also, anyone who's listened to anything I've ever said about the problems with the North will hear the name 'squid' come up eventually. In truth, since I gained the friendship of Fafnir I've had this in my head. After I saw what his breath could do and how quickly he could fly, all I've wanted to do is go to the shit stained rocks that are the iron islands and clear that problem for not just me but everyone on the western coast of westeros.
Dislike them and their methods I may, but nobody, not even Andals, deserve to be killed while watching their wives and daughters taken as salt wives. It was slavery in its Simplest form, yet the Targaryens have done nothing about it. How many innocent women have been dragged back to those horror filled rocks and been made to bear children? How many merchants have had either their livelihood or their lives in general taken by these men who don't do anything but sit around and feast on the hard work of others?
Only to go and take more to sit and lounge off of again and again. Sure, why would the Targaryens care? They lived on the east side of westeros. Also, who would challenge you when you have fire breathing lizards that can fly?
Someone else with their own elemental winged companion.
Me.
Harald Stark. The Winter Dragon. He has arrived.
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Whiteharbor, 128AC
Torrent Pov
As we dock in Whiteharbor I see Haralds brother and his huge Direwolf. The first time I saw it I was a bit nervous truth be told. However, after being 'near' and that being a very generous word, Haralds dragon such creatures don't even pass my mind twice.
Also, with Edris' new friend Simba, we have our own four legged furry symbol.
Beside Cregan Stark are two men I don't recognize. One is huge. Bigger than any man I've seen beyond the wall sans the giants who aren't really men. He has pitch black hair and brown eyes looking at me like luncheon.
I move my eyes over the second man. Shorter than both Cregan and the giant in human skin, he was also a fair bit more slim.
His eyes however held wisdom. Like a man far older than he looked to be. Black hair and moss green eyes with a sharp features like his nose and cheeks.
As we walk down the plank I take out the prepared letter Harald decided to give me before setting off for the Iron Islands.
Cregan takes the letter from my hand and begins to read. I see his face become more and more still as the moments passed in silence. Finally he let out a sigh and spoke to the other two, ""It seems Harald has decided to head to the Iron Islands. Old gods only know what he's going to do there.""
The larger man gave a short chuckle before continuing to glare at me. I shrugged it off and listened to the smaller of the three men speak.
""It seems winter has come.""
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Cape of Eagles, The North, 128AC
Harald pov
As I'm making my way towards the Iron islands I see another ship heading towards the North. In my mind, they've decided to go back to Bear Island. An ice cold feeling falls over me. Fafnir feels my emotions and lets out a viscous Godzilla sounding roar falling from the thick clouds we occupy and into a spiral.
Picking up speed like an arrow fired from a bow we spin and spin and spin until we get above the ship and Fafnir lets out a breath of icy death, destroying the ship and leaving the sailors to their drowned god to decide.
Without even missing a beat Fafnir continues south west toward our destination. I feel Fafnir gain height as we hit an updraft created by the sea and soared back into the clouds to remain hidden. Silent shadows taking out any and all threats to their home root and stem. Arya stark need not have to become what she became out of necessity to hold onto some part of herself after her family was destroyed.
That was always the second saddest storyline behind the jon/dany ship they prepared blatantly for 6 seasons then literally stabbed us in the back to end it.
I remember the smug bastard bran the broken and his andal sister Sansa. Everyone called her Sansa Stark but she was raised by Littlefinger and Cersei Lannister. She became exactly like them.
No. Such people will never hold any dominion in the North. When I return it's time I lay down the law to my brother.
I may not be Lord of the North. But I am the King of Ice.
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Hour of the wolf, Iron Islands
I've decided I'm going straight for the heart of this pirate infested shithole people have the gall to call one of the 7 kingdoms. Meaning they were considered kings, that is house Greyjoy.
I will never allow men like Ballon and Euron to be born. Nor cowardly Theon. Just like The Conqueror Aegon The first ended house Gardener at the field of fire, I will end the Greyjoys in the Storm of Winter.
I drop down with Fafnir into the same spiral that worked on the ship earlier in the day. I give the command just to hear myself say it.
""Мороженое""
With that my friend shoots multiple small shots towards Pike. We don't even wait for them to hit before we veer to the right toward the dock to ensure nobody can alert the other islands.
Instead of small shots here, Fafnir shot a beam of ice like the fire dragons of the Targaryens and flew by while breathing ice covering the docks and surrounding water ways into a jagged nest of beautiful Purple and blue crystal.
I look back to see Castle Pike has been decimated as well. But that wasn't enough for me. No. I order Fafnir to shoot another strong beam towards the castle and finish it off.
He obeyed without any quarrel. I could feel his happiness at helping me. It seems he had little more to do than understand my feelings during the days we've been together. Which makes him especially sensitive to what I'm feeling.
We leave Pike behind a cold spikey wasteland. I plan to do the same to all other castles and ships on these islands. Time for the extinction Aegon started of the Iron Born to be complete.
I believe had his one love Rhaenys not perished in Dorne shifting his attention, I wouldn't need to deal with the Ironborn now.
However, such is the way things go. I can't cry about spilled milk, just clean it up and move on. That's what I'm doing now.
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That was the fate of the rest of the islands. Spikey wastelands. I can feel my companions feelings of longing for his mate. I laugh and pat him. ""Do not fret. Next time she can come with us. But with our defenses not being ready, we must keep a dragon there to ensure we at least have a shot against another dragon.""
I receive a grumble in return but I know he's just being cranky. He has worked all night after all.
I decide to comprise. ""Take me to the cliffs and go hunt yourself a whale. You've earned that Fafnir.""
He gurgles happily at me before picking up speed towards the Flint Cliffs located in the mountain clans' territory. All of them know me by name so I'm not worried about them, just making sure I don't start treating Fafnir like a slave.
The Targaryens have already gone down the path of destruction by thinking they control dragons. Such fools. They chained them and regulated their size by putting them in the dragon pit.
They allowed the concern of small folk to gradually destroy their one true Allies that wanted nothing from them but love. The dragons.
Hell, look at Daenerys' own Rhaegal and Viserion. They were much smaller than Drogon. Why? Not because he was a 'better' dragon. But because Drogon was never chained. He lived his entire life free to go and eat and fly as much as he pleased.
As a result, he was almost two times the size of his brothers. Look at what happens to them. Rhaegal is killed by a Scorpion bolt. Drogon tanks one of these during the battle with the Lannisters I think, yet he was fine.
This further explains my case that you can't confine reptiles to a certain cage and expect them to outgrow that cage.
They are one of the most reliant animals in history on the environment around them.
No more relying on the Targaryens to help. They only care about themselves. So the North must do the same. And I have the perfect friend to help me with that.
""Winter has come.""
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AN: there we to guys. Hope you enjoy. Be ready for the pictures on this chapter. One of my favorites to write so far.
Next we see the reunion and introductions between giants and wolves and dragons, oh my!
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