《Naruto And The Game Of Thrones》


 Chapter 1

    Naruto Uzumaki, Seventh Hokage of Konohagakure no Sato, the strongest ninja in the Elemental Nations was the last to die during the all-out war against the Otsusuki. Naruto watched, as his own son Boruto was slain in front of him.


    In a last desperate attempt to end the war, and with Kurama extracted from his seal, Naruto fought against the entire army of the Otsusuki by activating the gate of death. The last Otsusuki warrior, the Shogun, was slain by the enraged and dying Naruto as he cried tears of blood for the loss of his family and friends. His body turned to ashes and drifted away in the wind. His last thoughts were of all the time he spent with his son and daughter, and his wife Hinata. He had avenged them and was now going to meet them, his parents, ero-sennin, Ba-chan, Sandaime and the rest of his friends in the afterlife.


    (NGOT)


    Prince Edwyn of house Baratheon was born with black hair and eyes as red as blood, within a year after the fall of Targaryen dynasty. Being the firstborn son of the king, he was the crown prince of the seven kingdoms, or could have been if not for the utter hatred his father showed towards him for his Targaryen features mixing with Baratheon eyes, making him look like a devil spawn in the eyes of his parents.


    In another world, in another life, he was scorned for something he had no control of. Thrust upon a duty to protect the people of his village by his own father, Naruto was hated for much of his early life for being a jinchuriki. It was somewhat understandable. The common people had little knowledge of sealing and so were scared that the Kyuubi may escape and attack again.


    But in this world, in this life, being hated by his own father just for having uniquely coloured eyes, disappointed Edwyn in the so-called king of the seven kingdoms. Even his mother hated him, for reasons he was unaware of. He knew there was no love between his parents, but, his mother doted upon her other devil of a son, Joffrey, even when she hated her firstborn.


    Edwyn was denied the right to spend his afterlife with his family. Angry at whatever gods dumped him in this wretched world called Planetos, he found asylum in the training grounds where he spent most the time of his day while spending his evenings in the library.


    Even though he had very little chakra as compared to his previous life, he could enhance his muscles like Rock Lee to make a difference. Due to his experience with weapons in his past life, from a tender age of eight, Edwyn grew up to be feared of by his opponents in spars. He was so fast with his blade that all his opponents could see was a flash and then, defeat.


    By the age of eleven, Edwyn could best multiple knights of the kingsguard at once, including Ser Barristan Selmy, who was revered as a legend among knights. His uncle, Jamie Lannister, had been defeated by him countless times before that.


    Fearing the growing strength of her firstborn son, Cersei Baratheon arranged for Edwyn to be sold to the slavers of Astapor, all for the plot to fail as his captors were slaughtered by an enraged eleven-year-old with just a weird looking knife. No attempts were made after that as no slaver wanted to lose his men just to capture a boy, even if the reward being offered could make them rich as a minor lord.


    The king mostly ignored him and made him fight in every tourney after he turned twelve, wishing for him to fall with the next swing of his opponent''s blade. The seven kingdoms knew little to nothing about his appearance and the spectators had laughed when he first entered the melee tournament. But at the end of it, they saw a magnificent and terrifying sight. They saw a twelve-year-old warrior bathed in the blood of his opponents, standing victorious among the mangled corpses of those who fought against him.


    He would outlive his parents, his siblings and everyone else who resented him, just to spite them. He could have ended his life whenever he wanted, but that was a coward''s way out. No, he would persevere. And when he died, and if there was an afterlife, he would bring hell upon the gods who dumped him in Planetos.


    He hated being in this world. He hated his parents, the king was a cruel oaf and Edwyn wanted to wring his throat every time he saw the brute. A man so full of hatred, it made Sasuke look like a monk. His mother was a little more than a whore who would spread her legs for anyone who could benefit her. She was an i.n.c.e.s.tuous bitch who f.u.c.k.e.d her own brothers and gave birth to his younger half-siblings. At least Edwyn was a true born, even if he wasn''t treated like one. Joffrey was a budding monster who''s madness was beginning to show.


    Perhaps it was his other two siblings. They didn''t share the madness of their mother and elder brother and were just like normal, innocent kids. He truly loved them and wanted them to be safe. Countless times he had prevented Joffrey from harming them, only to be scorned by his mother and beaten by his father.


    Edwyn was brought out of his musings when he saw the castle of Winterfell at the horizon.


    Entering Winterfell, Edwyn silently followed the envoy as he observed the people of Winterfell who looked at the envoy with awe. He couldn''t help but sigh. He was tired of all the riding and wanted nothing but rest. Jon Arryn''s death didn''t particularly affect him. The man rarely ever looked at Edwyn, much less have a conversation. He never tried to stop the king from acting cruelly against his own son. He might have been a good man, but for Edwyn, he was just another person.


    As the royal envoy stopped in front of the Starks, Edwyn made his way to the front. No matter what, he was still a prince and he was expected to keep appearances. The king dismounted and greeted his childhood friend and his family.


    He heard a little girl who was now identified as Arya Stark mention about the imp, his other uncle, Tyrion Lannister. His head whipped towards her with an incredulous expression on his face. The girl was naive as she clearly didn''t understand who she had just insulted. The Queen looked uncomfortable at her brother''s mention and asked to be escorted away. Edwyn dismounted his horse and stood beside his youngest sibling Tommen while they were approached by the Stark kids.


    Taking the lead, Robb Stark asked, "Prince Edwyn, Prince Joffrey and Prince Tommen, please, allow us to escort you inside the castle."


    Edwyn nodded his head and wordlessly followed the young Stark.


    He was getting really annoyed with his oafhead father laughing and drinking and eating like a pig. Though it got a little better when the other Stark girl flung some food at her sister and ruined her dress. As the eldest of the kids, Robb Stark dragged his little sister away, Edwyn took this opportunity and excused himself from the feast. He arrived outside and saw his uncle Tyrion having a jab at the Stark bastard. Once Tyrion was out of sight, he approached the bastard who had resumed swinging at the dummy and asked, "What''s your name?"


    The bastard spun around to face him and replied, more like growled, "Jon Snow, Prince Edwyn."


    Amused by this, Edwyn smirked and went over to pick up a training sword for himself as he ignored the snarling wolf crouching beside Jon.


    "Spar with me Snow."


    "I''m no match for your skill my prince," Jon replied. He had heard tales of the prince who fought like a man possessed in tourneys. Even though Theon dissed such tales as being overly exaggerated, Jon knew not to take them lightly.


    "Humor me, Snow. I do not like feasts as the boisterous behaviour of the crowd is not to my liking. It''s just a spar. And if you defeat me you''ll get something to boast about."


    With that, he took his stance and waited for Snow to make his move. They stood like that for a few moments until Edwyn noticed a twitch in Jon''s shoulder and ran forward to attack.


    Jon was quickly overwhelmed by a whirlwind of slashes, every strike meant to incapacitate him. It didn''t even take him a moment to realise how outmatched he was. Edwyn was a monster.


    With a powerful strike, Jon was flung into the air and landed on his back a few feet away. He looked up at Edwyn, fear evident in his eyes as Edwyn placed the tip of his training sword at Jon''s throat.


    Still lying on his back, Jon asked, "H-how are you so fast and strong?!"


    Edwyn smirked and replied, "That''s my secret, Snow. But if you really want to be strong you need to train harder."


    "But I do train hard."


    Edwyn moved away as Jon helped himself up.


    They once again took a stance as Edwyn said, "Hacking at a dummy won''t do you good. You need to fight actual men who know how to wield a sword. Come at me again, this time I''ll just defend."


    Jon was sceptical. He asked, "Why are you helping me?"


    Edwyn shrugged, "I''m bored. Honestly, I don''t feel challenged enough. Maybe you''ll grow into a fighter who can make me break a sweat."


    Edwyn parried Jon''s every attack and didn''t even move from his place. After an hour of struggle, Jon fell on his b.u.t.t and stared up at Edwyn in absolute shock and awe.


    "Hmm, you''re alright. But not good enough. There are many out there who can best you. What do you plan to do in the future? Become a knight?"


    Edwyn shook his head in disappointment, "The Night''s Watch used to be an order of brave men who protected the realm from threats beyond the wall. Now, it''s a place where all the sc.u.m of Westeros is dumped. Do not be delusional. Do you really want to call rapists and murderers as your brothers?"


    Jon thought for a moment and replied with confidence, "I have already made my choice, Prince Edwyn. I will join the Watch."


    Edwyn sighed, "You could have been a great opponent in the future. Alright, do whatever you want. Don''t say I didn''t warn you when you see for yourself the state of the Night''s Watch. There''s nothing honourable in throwing your life away for something that has little significance left to it."


    After saying what he wanted to say, Edwyn walked away from a limpidly standing Jon who was trying to stay standing. Even if he was facing just a training sword Jon''s body was so hurt he had to drag himself all the way to his room.


    The rest of the stay at Winterfell was uneventful... until Lord Stark''s son, Brandon Stark, fell from a tower while he was climbing its walls at night. It was said the boy had never missed his step while climbing. It was a wonder why he fell from the tower.


    Edwyn did his princely duty of visiting the unconscious boy and say his condolences to the Starks. Although, the not so subtle talk his mother had with her brothers made him question the reason for Bran''s fall.


    Another uninteresting event happened which was utterly foolish in Edwyn''s opinion. The naive Stark girl was betrothed to his mad half brother Joffrey, the ''Crown Prince'' of Seven Kingdoms. Poor Starks, one Stark would suffer under his father''s rule while the other will suffer Joffrey''s madness.


    The king''s envoy left Winterfell with Lord Stark, his two daughters and a few of his guards in tow. Jon Snow had somehow convinced his father to let him join Night''s Watch and left with Tyrion who wanted to, ''Piss off the edge of the Seven Kingdoms''. The half-man never failed to amuse Edwyn. He was perhaps the only Lannister who was always spared from Edwyn''s wrath in his dreams.


    For years, Edwyn had been trying to increase his chakra reserves, just enough to produce one shadow clone and spar with it. His fights during tournaments had ceased to be enough for him to vent his anger. As he was now, Edwyn could plough through the entire city guard of King''s Landing without much effort. His chakra reserves were good enough for him to perform the basic academy jutsu, but anything complicated was beyond him.


    Another benefit of low chakra was his perfect control over it. And with perfect control, came iryo ninjutsu, or in the language of Westeros, healing techniques. Naruto was efficient enough in healing wounds deep enough to spill someone''s guts out.


    Even though no one else had chakra, there seemed to be some form of energy in them, magic was what they called it, that allowed Edwyn to use medical jutsu on them. Very few were capable of wielding it, but it was there in all.


    As the envoy made its way back to King''s Landing, Edwyn was sure of one thing. Something eventful was bound to happen in the near future. Every time the Starks travelled south, major events had happened soon after. But Edwyn would be ready for whatever the world threw at him, that he was sure of.

 Chapter 2

    The king''s envoy and the Starks set up their camp at the Inn at the Crossroads. A popular inn for travelling as it lay by the crossroads marking the joining of the Kingsroad, River Road and the High Road.


    One thing that Edwyn benefited from being neglected was the freedom he got. There were no duties that he was supposed to perform nor was he constantly mothered by Cersei.


    Going over to the woods, Edwyn wrapped his hands with strips of cloth that were made heavier by seals. Similarly, he had his shins wrapped with weighted cloth.


    He quickly found a tree with a thick trunk and began punching and kicking it with utter fluidity. Edwyn was frighteningly strong. So the wrappings around his hands and shin weighed several hundreds of pounds.


    The poor tree stood no chance as Edwyn pounded it till the trunk was thrashed off and only a stump was left rooted into the ground. Sighing, he moved towards the next tree.


    Edwyn was on his fifth tree when he heard a commotion nearby. Intrigued, he made his way towards the source of the noise and found his half-brother Joffrey showing his superiority towards a nine or ten-year-old kid, who was actually Arya Stark.


    A fat and timid boy was shaking in his boots, Arya''s wolf was snarling at Joffrey and Sansa Stark was failing in her miserable attempts to stop things from escalating. Edwyn sighed and walked away from the situation. There was no need to get involved in Joffrey''s another bout of madness. When he thought about what the Starks had gotten themselves involved in, all he felt was indifference.


    ''Why the f.u.c.k should I care?''


    Later that day he heard that Sansa''s dire wolf was ordered to be killed by the king himself. Edwyn suddenly had an evil idea in his mind and walked towards Ned Stark who was returning to his tent.


    "Lord Stark, I see you''ve returned after slaying a defenceless beast, that too, a beast that represents your house."


    Ned''s head snapped towards him and growled, "I ask you not to mention it, prince Edwyn."


    Edwyn tilted his head and smirked, "Oh? It seems you''re not too happy doing as the king said. It''s like every king has something against you Starks. The last king killed your father and brother while this one went for the animal of your sigil. I don''t know what madness took over you that you agreed to become his hand."


    Edwyn chuckled and replied, "King''s Landing is a cesspit of corruption and politics. Every day someone is plotting some other person''s death. The lion has it''s jaw around the stag''s neck. The wolf needs to abandon what defines him if he wants to survive. Sometimes, you need to look beyond what you see, Lord Stark."


    As Ned thought about what Edwyn had said, the red-eyed prince continued, "Have you ever wondered why I wasn''t made the crown prince?"


    ''Come on Stark, let me know if you are worthy of my respect.''


    Lord Stark stared intently at Edwyn and nodded, "I already know why."


    "And do you agree with it?"


    Ned stared into Edwyn''s eyes and replied, "Aye."


    All kind of warmth left Edwyn eyes as it was replaced with cold fury.


    In an icy tone and with barely controlled anger, Edwyn said, "I see. Huh! To think I had respect for you. We shall never talk again. As my parting words to you, I say this. Your decision to be the hand of the king will be your doom."


    Edwyn stormed away as he finished saying what he wanted to.


    (NAGOT)


    As the envoy arrived at King''s Landing, Edwyn sped away on his horse with the city watch giving him wide berths of space.


    When Ned Stark entered the gates of King''s Landing, he could hear distant cheers resonating with each other from every direction.


    He asked the men of the city watch abut it.


    "What are the people cheering for? What is this, Maelstrom?"


    One of the men immediately answered, "Lord Hand, the common folk gave prince Edwyn this name after they saw him in the first tourney. He is very much liked by the people of King''s Landing. All kinds of criminal activities have drastically reduced since he began patrolling the streets. He even helps the poor with food and clothing."


    When Ned was about to say something, the man from city watch continued, "Lord Hand, the small council is awaiting your arrival in the council chambers. Perhaps you should wear something more... appropriate?"


    But a glare from Ned shut the man up.


    As Ned made his way to the Red keep, Edwyn was fighting some rapists in flea bottom who had managed to evade the city guard.


    The said man whimpered and fell down on his knees, "Your Grace! Please! I am loyal to your family! Just give me another chance!"


    Edwyn gently rubbed Slynt''s bald head with his armoured hand as the coward man shivered in fear, "Every time these men were raping women and children, it was always you who arrived at the scene of the crime. They have been able to evade justice because you always arrived after they were done with their victims..."


    Edwyn drew Slynt''s sword from its scabbard and inspected it while increasing the speed at which he was rubbing Slynt''s head.


    "Hmm, the handle is made of pure gold while the blade was forged from very high-grade steel. Your pay as the captain of the city guard isn''t nearly enough for you to get such a sword for yourself. Are you questioning my intelligence? These rapists paid you to avoid them, didn''t they? You''re loyal only to yourself and to gold."


    Slynt began screaming in pain as the chainmail covered hand of Edwyn began cutting and tearing at his scalp. When he was about to run, two men grabbed his arms and held him down as Edwyn continued to rub his scalp off.


    Slynt''s screams attracted a crowd and soon, hundreds of common folk began demanding justice when they were told by other bystanders about why Slynt was being punished.


    When Slynt''s scalp was completely peeled off his skull, Edwyn stopped and allowed the man to fall.


    Edwyn stood up and spoke loud for everyone to hear, "By taking bribes from criminals, you condemned their victims to lives worse than death. Your loyalty lies with none, not the king, not King''s Landing and not Westeros. You are a traitor to your oaths and your duties towards the people of King''s Landing. For that, you deserve a traitor''s death."


    Slynt wailed and begged for mercy but his screams fell on deaf ears. Edwyn quickly ordered the other men of the city watch to strip Slynt off his clothes. Then, they held him down as one man carved the word ''Traitor'' on his c.h.e.s.t.


    Slynt, along with the rapists were nailed on the walls, their c.o.c.ks were cut off and nailed on their heads. Edwyn ordered to sell Slynt''s sword for the highest price and distribute to money among the victims or their immediate families along with all of his fortune.


    (NAGOT)


    As usual, the melee was being dominated by Edwyn. Only this time, there was far more blood than any of the previous tournaments. The other participants were so scared that most of them withdrew after they saw Edwyn cut multiple Stark men with a single move.


    It took less than an hour for the melee to end with Edwyn as the winner. He had no interest in archery and jousting tournaments. So, there he was, sitting in front of the Starks and other masters of the small council as he watched the pillow biter Tyrell showboating on his horse.


    Sansa Stark was openly fawning over the Tyrell even though she was betrothed to Joffrey. Right when the Tyrell''s fellow pillow biter was about to sing praises of him, Edwyn interjected, "Careful, little Stark. You''re to marry my younger brother. It won''t do well for you to fall for someone else. Loras Tyrell isn''t that great a knight anyway..."


    He glanced over to Arya Stark and continued, "Tell me, little wolf, do you see anything different in the horse Tyrell is riding as he''s about to face Clagane?"


    Arya just shook her head and stared at him with wide eyes. She had obviously seen him fight in the melee and even though he killed men who belonged to her house, his swordplay had been mindblowing.


    Edwyn continued, "Tyrell isn''t riding a horse at all. Instead, it''s a mare. That too, one in heat. He knows he can''t beat Clagane in strength. So he''s using other tactics to increase his chances of winning. Not very knight-like is he?"


    As Edwyn had said, Loras Tyrell managed to dismount Gregor Clagane and paraded around on his mare as the winner of the joust. Right when he was about to crown Sansa as the most beautiful maiden, Clagane roared in rage and beheaded his horse with his sword. Then, he marched towards Loras and attacked him with a mighty swing.


    ''CLANG''


    A loud sound of steel striking against steel echoed around in the silent arena. What they saw made their eyes grow impossibly wide. Edwyn had blocked Gregor''s two-handed swing with a languidly held sword and the prince was looking absolutely bored. Loras, meanwhile, had fallen on the ground and was staring at Edwyn in wonder and a hint of relief.


    "Stay in your limits, dog." Edwyn started. "We don''t want to start a war with the Reach."


    Then, he pushed Clagane away and actually made him fall on his b.u.t.t. Further angered at being shown up by a teenager, even though it was Edwyn, Clagane charged at him in mad rage.


    Edwyn simply side-stepped and grabbed the back of Clagane''s armour. With no effort whatsoever, Edwyn lifted Clagane off his feet and tossed him at his dead horse, much to the surprise and awe of the crowd.


    Even the king himself was stupified at Edwyn''s show of strength. Robert knew that his firstborn was strong. But, to think he was strong enough to lift and toss someone as huge as Gregor Clagane away with just a single hand was downright terrifying.


    There was complete silence in the arena. Even Gregor Clagane was looking at Edwyn in awe and fear. Then, like a storm, the common folk cheered.


    ''Maelstrom!''


    ''Maelstrom!''


    .


    .


    .


    The nobles were taken aback by the cheers being showered at Edwyn. That was the moment Robert knew that he had to get rid of Edwyn sooner rather than later. His resolve was set. Edwyn was not his son. He was simply a demon.

 Chapter 3

    Edwyn was walking in the corridors of the Red Keep when he saw a cat blitz away through the path in front of him. Soon after, Arya Stark ran by in the same direction as the cat.


    ''That Bravos didn''t just take her as an apprentice, did he?''


    He silently followed Arya to the Hand''s tower and saw Arya stop in front of Syrio Forel.


    As Syrio was telling Arya to once again try and catch the cat, Edwyn walked towards them and started, "You finally took an apprentice. That''s why you came here, didn''t you? Trying to spread ''Water Dancing'' in Westeros are we?"


    Syrio immediately looked at Edwyn and bowed, "Prince Edwyn, you honour me with your visit."


    Edwyn huffed, "Spare me with that prince shit, Syrio."


    He glanced at Arya who was looking at them curiously and continued, "To think you''ll choose a girl as your first student. But I can see why. ''Water Dancing'' is a perfect fit for someone of her size. What do you say, little wolf? Wanna see what true ''Water Dancing'' looks like?"


    Arya nodded excitedly and out of nowhere, Edwyn pulled a practice sword specifically designed for water dancing.


    Arya immediately exclaimed, her eyes wide in surprise, "Where did that come from?!"


    Edwyn just chucked and shook his head when Arya scowled at him for not answering her question. He tossed the sword towards an equally surprised Syrio and picked up the wooden sword that was resting against the wall.


    "You''re the first sword of Braavos, Syrio. Little tricks like this shouldn''t surprise you. Come at me with your best moves. The little wolf needs to know what to aim for."


    Syrio simply nodded and took his stance as Arya back away and stood against the wall. From the corner of his eye, Edwyn could see Ned Stark watching him with a conflicted expression on his face.


    Edwyn hid a smirk as he parried Syrio''s attacks.


    While Syrio was like a flowing river constantly hitting a rock from all directions, Edwyn was like a violent whirlpool with his powerful and circular movements of his wrist and sword, slowly pulling Syrio in.


    Edwyn increased the speed of his attacks as the distance further decreased and then, he struck.


    Syrio was sent spinning into the air and he collided with the wall.


    Ned was completely awestruck by Edwyn masterful use of the sword. He silently exclaimed in his mind, ''... A Maelstrom!''


    Edwyn smirked at Arya who was staring at him with her jaw wide open in awe. Then, it closed with a snap and she excitedly exclaimed, "You were so fast!! I was barely able to see your moves!"


    Edwyn bent down to her level and patted her head while saying, "Now you know what to aim for. With this spar in mind, you should strive to improve so much that you can go toe to toe against the likes of Syrio and I."


    Arya scowled and rudely swatted his hand away, "Stop doing that! I''m not a little girl!"


    Amused, Edwyn said, "Oho? So you''re a grown-up warrior? Then as a grown-up warrior, you will have to train extra hard!"


    Arya bobbed her head and exclaimed, "I will!"


    Edwyn simply tilted his head in acknowledgement and watched, amused as Ned squirmed under his gaze. Did he discover something and needed Edwyn''s help? Well, the red-eyed prince could entertain the poor Hand of the King for a few moments. Who asked the idiot to agree to become the Hand anyway?


    "Uhm, prince Edwyn, I would like to talk to you about some important matters."


    Upon Edwyn''s nod, Ned walked away and Edwyn followed.


    Lord Stark led Edwyn to his chambers and asked him to sit on a chair while he stood opposite to the prince.


    "Prince Edwyn, I apologise for my rude conduct that night. I was told that you were a terrible person by many and so, Robert made your younger brother the crown prince. Robert himself had a few things to say about you when I asked him back in Winterfell. But, upon reaching King''s Landing, I saw that everything I was told was wrong."


    Edwyn sighed and said, "The damage''s done, Lord Hand. Robert Baratheon has seen what I''m capable of. Soon, he''ll be sending me away for some sort of quest from which I may never return."


    Ned looked at him, confused, and asked, "What do you mean?"


    "The King hates me because, in an odd mix of Targaryen and Baratheon traits, I was born with red eyes. His hatred for Targaryens was still very high when I was born and so, he called me a devil spawn. He''s been grieving your sister''s death for the last sixteen years, Lord Hand. He''s just a broken man full of hatred who is drinking himself to death."


    Ned looked solemn and hung his head in silent grief.


    Ned''s head immediately whipped up and he stared at Edwyn with a frown, "But she does love her other children, why does she possess such hate for you?"


    Then, his eyes widened in disbelief as he came to a conclusion.


    Edwyn smirked and said, "You have a sharp mind for a Northerner, Lord Hand."


    "It''s not possible..." Ned whispered.


    "Keep looking into Jon Arryn''s death. You''ll find what you''re looking for."


    As he was walking out of Ned''s chambers, he said, "Don''t trust anyone from the small council. There are plots within plots everywhere in King''s Landing. As I told you that night, this place is a cesspit of politics. Don''t die too soon, Lord Hand."


    (NAGOT)


    Word was out that Caitlyn Stark had abducted Tyrion Lannister for plotting Bran Stark''s death. The utter foolishness of that hateful woman made Edwyn pity Ned Stark for all the backlash he''d have to face for her actions.


    Tywin Lannister had no love for his third child, but he would see this as an opportunity to create trouble for the North and the Riverlands.


    Obviously, Robert was furious with Ned as well as with Cersei and even struck her with a backhanded slap in a bout of anger. Things were escalating way too quickly and the Starks were right in the middle of all of it.


    Them, the day finally came.


    Robert personally called the small council. Even Edwyn was asked to show up for the meeting.


    As Ned made his way into the council chambers, Robert threw a piece of parchment on the table in front of him and growled, "The whore is pregnant!"


    "What''s going on?" Ned asked Baelish.


    As Baelish was about to answer, Varys interjected, "Our spies have sent a raven to inform us that Daenerys Targaryen is pregnant with Khal Drogo''s child."


    Robert spoke, anger evident in his voice, "I want to know the opinion of everyone in this chamber on what should be done with the whore carrying her spawn!"


    Baelish simply said, "She''s married to a Dothraki, killing her would be mercy."


    As the rest of the council members gave their own ideas, Ned scowled and gravely said, "There''s no need to get the blood of an innocent girl and her child growing in her abdomen on our hands. We are not murderers."


    Edwyn tried his best to hide the glee on his face. Finally! He was being sent away. Robert couldn''t have thought of a better way to get rid of Edwyn without causing too much damage to his forces or his name.


    Ned looked at Robert in disbelief and then at Edwyn''s knowing smirk. To think the king would send his own son to such a dangerous quest.


    Finally, his anger dominated and Ned spat out, "I won''t be a part of this madness!"


    Robert roared back, "Fine! Then I don''t want you to be my Hand anymore!!"


    Ned straightened up and replied, "By your leave, Your Grace. I''ll go and inform my daughters that we are leaving for Winterfell."


    Adding more fuel to the situation, Edwyn said, "Then I''ll be packing my stuff to embark on this... quest to kill a defenceless pregnant girl as you look for a new Hand to wipe your a.s.s."


    Robert glared at Edwyn and shouted, "Out!! Everyone, get out of here!!"


    Edwyn walked away with his shoulders shaking from silent laughter.


    ''The wheel is spinning. The time for Stags is running out. Westeros will suffer under Lion''s rule while the Wolves will need to stay together as a pack to survive. Let''s go see if the Dragons are any good. There''s little hope left for Westeros.''


    ''Was this why I was sent here? To purge Westeros of its sins? I''ll wait till the day comes when I see no hope left. And then... Westeros will burn.''

 Chapter 4

    Edwyn didn''t wait for anyone to pack his stuff and seal everything in whatever that couldn''t be easily damaged. Thousands of gallons of water, fodder for horses, spices, tons of steak, venison and vegetables in stasis seals, millions of gold dragons he had won from tourneys or had stolen from Baelish and tens of thousands of kunai and other weapons he had Tobho Mott forge for him.


    He was prepared for a long journey and had enough to sustain himself for years.


    Edwyn arrived at Robert''s door and entered the chamber without knocking. Robert was in the middle of doing his daily act of debauchery as he ravaged a whore from behind while another whore was crying from being constantly smacked on her b.u.t.t.


    Edwyn snarled, "Stop this depravity right away!"


    Robert stopped and his head whipped towards Edwyn. It was quite evident that the king was drunk but he was still of a sane mind.


    But Edwyn continued, "I''ll be leaving King''s Landing today to kill Daenerys Targaryen. But before I leave, I wanted to tell you that I hate you from the core of my being! You ruined the lives of so many people that I can''t even count. I curse your soul to eternal pain and suffering in the depths of hell! I''ll wait for the day you are on your death bed."


    Edwyn swiftly walked out and jumped out of a window, ignoring the angry roars of Robert. He swiftly manoeuvered from one rooftop to another and in no time, mounted his horse and rode out of the gates of King''s Landing.


    ''I won''t let you die with the satisfaction of knowing that the future of your house is bright.''


    (NAGOT)


    Edwyn was sitting in the cabin of a boat of his own design. One that was built by himself and reinforced with seals that could hold themselves against any kind of attacks. Only Deidara the mad bomber could damage the boat and Edwyn doubted very much that the said bomber was somehow reborn in Planetos with his memories and chakra intact.


    Seals made it possible for Edwyn to create a speed boat for him. With high-pressure air constantly propelling the boat on the surface of the sea, Edwyn was travelling at speeds much higher than that of a well-bred Dothraki horse.


    It took him just three days to reach the orange coast and the coast of Volantis, all the way from King''s Landing. It was the first free city founded by the Valyrians after the doom. Although Volantis was the most populous of all the free cities, most of the population consisted of slaves.


    The ''Doom of Valyria'', it was one of the most defining moments in the world of Planetos. Because it indirectly led to the conquest of the Seven Kingdoms under the rule if Targaryens.


    No one knew the actual cause of the doom. Some believed it to be a natural disaster while many thought it was caused by the sorcery of the Valyrians themselves. The whole Valyrian peninsula was broken off the mainland and was now separated by the ''Smoking sea''. No sailor ever dared to sail in that sea for it was believed to be haunted by demons.


    The Smoking Sea was there because the volcano was still active. All those stories of princess Aerea Targaryen burning from inside out with all kinds of monstrosities erupting from her when she returned with a heavily injured Balerion the dread from Valyria were just that, stories.


    Similarly, the dead rising to end all that''s living, the White Walkers were also tales told by old Nans to little kids.


    Or, could it all be true? Edwyn had experienced pretty much everything in his previous life as Naruto. From giant talking summons to goddesses who wanted to create an entire army of White Zetsu from everyone who had chakra, he knew that anything was possible.


    The first of those mysteries was closer to him than the second. Edwyn left King''s Landing with his first goal being to visit the island of Valyria that got separated from the Lands of Long Summer during ''The Doom''.


    Searching for Daenerys Targaryen could wait. She was with Khal Drogo who was definitely taking her to visit Vaes Dothrak, the only city in the Dothraki Sea, also known as the city of horse lords.


    Edwyn had already anticipated the possible future of various Houses in Westeros and he wanted no part in it. The era of Lannisters was upon Westeros. Robert had proven to be a weak king and had already lost his kingdom to Lannisters. The Starks were the only obstacle in their rise to the crown.


    If Ned Stark was smart enough, he''d be able to avoid his house from being exterminated. Edwyn had left many hints for Ned to follow a possible path safely back to the North. But Ned was an honourable fool...


    Edwyn shook his head vigorously. No, he couldn''t dwell upon those thoughts now. He had other things to worry about.


    In his hurry to create a dreamboat, he had forgotten to carve heat resistance seals on the boat and now there was no space left. Another miscalculation on his part was that he forgot that Westerosi currency wasn''t accepted in the free cities. Such a foolish mistake...


    ''Of all the habits I brought with me in this life, why was it impulsiveness?! I would welcome that verbal tic anytime than be in this situation.''


    Suddenly, an idea struck in his mind and he quickly made his way to the fighting pits. The masters payed a lot to see slaves kill each other. Many other men would come and take part in those barbaric fights and earn some gold.


    Edwyn quickly signed himself up for one such fight that also had the running champion of the arena. It was supposed to be a very high paying fight for the winner. The masters were offering hundreds of thousands of gold coins to anyone who could defeat the champion.


    The fight started with twenty men circling around in the arena, Edwyn being one of the twenty men.


    The champion was a huge brute and carried a mace in his left hand as he swung his war axe to behead a poor idiot who charged straight at the champion. Edwyn didn''t want to waste any time in the fight and so, he dashed over to the champion and using his trusty sword, he struck, slicing the champion''s body in two.


    The crowd quietened down immediately. Edwyn took advantage of the upset and in no time, he killed three more opponents.


    The rest of the opponents suddenly snapped back from their daze as the crowd began cheering for the unknown warrior who had just slain the champion.


    It was over before even an eighth of sand had passed in the hourglass.


    The crowd was in an uproar. Quite begrudgingly, the masters paid Edwyn the promised amount of gold. Some even tried to force him to stay but soon found their heads thrown away beyond the horizon. It was violent, but it was very effective in discouraging any further attempts to take him as a slave.


    The carving process took him an entire day to finish as he had to transfer all the seals from his boat to the new ship. He didn''t have the time or patience for the air-jet seals to once again suck all the air in to provide sufficient air supply to propel his new ship.


    Finally, with every protective seal he could think of was finished being carved into the wood, Edwyn jumped on his new ship as he sealed the boat away in a scroll and began his journey to the island of Valyria.


    (NAGOT)


    A/N: Edwyn is going to explore Valyria! This is the first time I have done something this original in any of my stories so early in the plot so I hope it''ll turn out to be right. But fear not! I''ll try to make it a very interesting and exciting adventure!


    Thanks for reading and hope you like the future developments in the story.

 Chapter 5

    The smoking sea was literally as the name said. There was smoke coming out of the sea. The sea was shallow and the water was dangerously hot and even boiling near the active volcanoes that Edwyn could see from his ship.


    ''No wonder no one returned alive from this sea. The high temperature of the water will ruin the wood of the sh.i.p.s. Even before that, any sailor would die from suffocation and dehydration.''


    Edwyn quickly went back to his cabin that had fresh air in it and the seals that kept releasing stored air at a steady rate.


    He sat down and closed his eyes, spreading his senses to the surroundings. There were no signs of life anywhere in the nearby area. But he could feel something else. Like a tingle in the back of his head, the magic in the air tickled his senses and his eyes shot open.


    ''The magic here is much denser than anywhere else. It keeps getting denser...''


    Edwyn directed his ship to the area with the highest density of magic and sat down once again to spread his senses as far as he possibly could.


    Like a single spark in the vast emptiness, he could sense life on land. It was getting closer. Soon, more life signs entered the range of his senses. Edwyn''s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. the life forms were moving...


    He concentrated more. The life forms were doing some complex yet well-coordinated movements.


    ''Intelligent life forms... in this kind of conditions... is that even possible?''


    It took two hours for Edwyn''s ship to reach a clear area from where he could see the island of Valyria. What he saw was not something he ever expected.


    A large castle made from obsidian and molten rock flowing from its walls could be seen right in the middle of the island. There was no vegetation anywhere. But he could see huts made of obsidian wherever his eyes went.


    Valyria was populated...


    The life forms, he needed to take a look at one and henge himself into something similar to blend in.


    He took his ship in a secluded area and disembarked on searing hot land. Quickly, he sealed the ship into a scroll and sped towards the nearest life form he could sense. He had to constantly use chakra under his feet to prevent them from being burnt.


    Soon, the local life form came into his field of vision and he stopped, completely hiding his presence and observing what looked like a male local who was trying to break a rock with a pick.


    He was a bulky and muscular being and was around eight feet tall. His skin was dark grey in colour and had lava coloured veins all over his body. There was little hair on his head. His ears were large and pointed. Edwyn walked around to see the being''s face. The being had large, sharp teeth that protruded out of his mouth. A strong jaw, yellow eyes and a short but broad nose.


    It only took a few moments for Edwyn to learn every detail about the male''s general anatomy. He left the being alone and swiftly walked away. Finding a secluded area, he used a henge and transformed into a male local with a slightly different facial structure.


    Then, he immediately carved heat resistant seals under his shoes and on his clothes. The temperature on Valyria was extremely high for a normal human to bear. He walked towards a settlement, wanting to observe how the locals lived their normal lives.


    As he was walking through what looked like a market place, he could feel like someone was constantly observing him. Ignoring the feeling, Edwyn continued to observe and listen. For such fierce-looking beings, they were quite human in their interactions. And the language, a mix between high Valyrian and the old tongue of the first men.


    Next thing he observed was the currency. It seemed like they used obsidian for every single thing. Even the coins they used were made from obsidian, with special designs carved into the coins and what looked like a royal seal at the other side of the coin.


    It wasn''t too hard to get his hands on some obsidian coins. With his speed and nimbleness, it was quite easy for Edwyn to pickpocket some wealthy-looking beings.


    Edwyn took a seat at an open eating place and looked at the food items carved on the wall. He was curious about the kind of food they ate. The writing was in Valyrian.


    [Dragon tail 1 pc. - 30 Rho


    Spider leg 1 pc. - 20 Rho


    Water 1 cup - 25 Rho


    .


    . ]


    ''Dragons?! They eat dragons?! What in the seven hells is this place?! Who are these beings that have tamed dragons to such a level that they are treated as livestock?! How are dragons alive anyway?! Hadn''t they been extinct for a long time?!''


    Edwyn felt like his head was spinning from so many questions popping up in his brain. He felt overwhelmed. He just ordered a cup of water and gulped it down in one go before leaving. If he had looked around, he would have seen the locals look at him incredulously. Water was a luxury drink in Valyria.


    Edwyn quickly found a stone building that looked like an inn and he decided to rent a room for himself.


    The person handling all the lodging was a scantily clad female. She looked young and elegant despite the teeth that looked like they could bite Edwyn head off in a single chomp. From all the males leering at her, Edwyn deduced that the female was considered to be a beauty among the locals.


    Edwyn approached her and asked in their tongue, "I''m looking to rent a room for a week."


    The female gave Edwyn a toothy smile and replied in a melodious voice, "That will 120 Rho."


    The room was quite spacious. But, when he looked at the bed, he shuddered. The mattress was made from dragon skin...


    Edwyn shook his head vigorously and looked around. There was a small bookcase against the wall. Edwyn skimmed through the books, trying to find something informative.


    Finally, he struck gold.


    Suddenly, a lot of things made sense.


    The page in a book read: [This town was bestowed upon by the All-Father and Great king R''hllor to his children on the fifteenth year after his awakening.]


    It all made sense... ''The Doom''... it was caused by R''hllor on the day of his awakening.


    The Gods were real... which meant that the White Walkers were real as well... the Old Gods... the Great Other... the Seven and all others...


    Suddenly, Edwyn felt that someone was laughing at him.


    He realised it was R''hllor himself.


    ''... F.u.c.k.''


    (NAGOT)


    A/N: So... what do you guys think? Didn''t expect this did ya?

 Chapter 6

    (It''s been a long time since I saw a human so close to my home. That too, someone with such a strange ability. It''s not like that of the followers of that ''Many-faced God''. Tell me human, what are those carvings that you created on your footwear?)


    Edwyn remained silent as he heard a voice in his head. It was very ethereal and calm, which sent shivers down his spine. From what the voice had asked, it didn''t seem like the being whom the voice belonged to could read his mind. That was somewhat of a relief.


    ''Who are you?'' Edwyn thought.


    (You seem to have already found out, human. I may not be able to see what''s in your mind, but I see everything that happens in my domain. Although, it''s very strange. Why am I not able to read your mind? What a peculiar human you are. I command you to come to me in my castle, human.)


    Edwyn was starting to sweat. If he had killed someone, R''hllor would have seen him and sent every warrior under him to capture or kill Edwyn. There were still many questions that were plaguing Edwyn''s mind. Who were these beings? How did they come to existence? From what little Edwyn had seen, they acted just like humans. Luckily, R''hllor''s castle was right in the middle of the island. It would give Edwyn time to observe.


    ''Alright, I''ll come to the castle.''


    (Come disguised as you are, human. My children find other kinds of flesh to be... a delicacy.)


    R''hllor cackled and it made Edwyn''s mouth twitch with annoyance.


    He took a few deep breaths and controlled his emotions. With an impassive face, he walked out of the room and started walking towards the big castle that seemed to touch the red and smoke-filled sky.


    Now that he was looking around, the island of obsidian and it''s red sky made Edwyn feel like he was trapped in a ''Tsukuyomi'', the ocular illusion technique any Uchiha with a Mangekyo Sharingan could use.


    He walked and observed the inhabitants. Those on the outskirts of the island were very mellow. But as he moved towards the centre, their behaviour started getting more violent.


    The beings were fighting among each other for the simplest of reasons. Even going as far as killing each other. The soldiers were standing idly, not doing anything to interfere in the brawls.


    The situation got even worse as he closed in towards the castle. Cannibalism, on every other corner, someone could be seen eating the one they had just defeated. Even more so, the males were openly and violently raping their female counterparts while the females were equally enthused to ravage the males. There was no order, no law, no control, just chaos.


    All in all, it was a horrific sight.


    It was like wrath, envy, greed, pride, sloth, gluttony and l.u.s.t, all the sins had been heightened to their uppermost limit in the savaged beings.


    Edwyn felt disgusted. A few savaged beings saw Edwyn walking through all the chaos and jumped at him. He immediately unsealed two tanto from the wrist guards on both arms and slashed at the nearest attacker.


    Edwyn immediately backed away and dodged the ferocious and wild attacks of the savaged beings. Despite there being no technique, Edwyn could feel that every strike could turn the strongest of humans into mashed meat. Gregor Clegane was just a rat in front of those savages.


    It took just a few moments for Edwyn to free the attacking savages from the clutches of life and he swiftly ran towards the castle, not wanting to watch any more of the carnage. He regretted to have eaten before making his journey towards R''hllor''s castle.


    The more he saw, the more enraged he got. How could a ruler let such savagery inflict his kingdom? Edwyn was looking forward to meeting R''hllor. If the being in the castle was actually a God, then it seemed like his revenge against the Gods would come much sooner than he had originally planned.


    (NAGOT)


    Westeros had seen better days in the oast few years. Since the day Edwyn was sent for his quest to kill the Targaryens, criminals had come out of their holes and had resumed terrorising the common folk.


    Ned Stark had been busy with investigating about Jon Arryn''s death. He had met Tobho Mot and had seen what Jon Arryn had meant when he said, ''The seed is strong.''


    Robert''s eldest bastard born son was an apprentice of the blacksmith.


    But what was he insinuating by his last words? That was what Ned was looking into. He was given a book by Grand Maester Pycelle titled, ''The Lineages and Histories of the Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms''. It had descriptions of many High Lords and Noble Ladies and their Children. It was an old book written by Grand Maester Malleon.


    Sansa had noticed earlier that none of the royal children had black hair. That had made Edwyn''s statement even more trustworthy.


    Ned breathed out in shock. None of the royal children were trueborn, or even Robert''s children. All three of them were bastards of the queen.


    Edwyn had written in his letter to not trust the queen or anyone else with anything. If Ned wanted to survive and save his house, he had to tell the truth to Robert and leave King''s Landing as soon as he possibly could.


    But, if Robert was told about the queen''s betrayal to her marital vows, Ned was sure that the king would kill the queen, her children and the man involved with her, starting a war with House Lannister.


    No, he could not let that happen. Edwyn may have told Ned to not do something foolish, but Ned was honour bound to prevent murders of the innocent. He could not, in good conscience, let Robert commit such a sin.


    He made a decision to confront the queen and give her a chance to leave King''s Landing along with her children, thus saving them from Robert''s wrath.


    Robert had gone on a hunt and Ned chose that time to confront the queen.


    "I know that your children are not Robert''s, but were fathered by your twin brother, Jamie Lannister."


    Cersei was panicked but she maintained a calm exterior and simply replied, "Jamie and I belong to each other, always."


    Ned stared at Cersei and simply asked, "Why?"


    Ned clenched his jaw and said firmly, "I want you to flee with your children to exile before Robert returns from his hunt."


    Right when he was about to walk away, Cersei warned him in a threatening tone, "In the game of thrones, you win or you die. Good day Lord Stark."


    Later that day, Ser Barristan found Ned and informed him that Robert had been gored by a wild bore and had little time left. Ned hurried towards where Robert was being treated.


    As Ned was writing the last will of Robert, he chose not to tell the dying man the truth and spare him of further pain.


    Right when everyone had left the chamber and Robert was administered with the milk of the poppy, he found himself in the throne room.


    Robert looked around and found Edwyn sitting on the throne, looking down at him with a smirk.


    Robert bellowed, "What are you doing here?!"


    Edwyn chuckled, "Ah, poor Robert. You are dying. A pity that I am not here to watch you die. This is just an illusion, specifically set for the time when you are on your death bed."


    Robert snarled, "Boy, what demonic trick have you planned?!"


    Robert narrowed his eyes and demanded, "What truth are you talking about?!"


    Edwyn grinned and said, "That Joffrey Baratheon, Myrcella Baratheon and Tommen Baratheon are not your children. They are a product of i.n.c.e.s.t between Cersei and Jamie Lannister. Hah! The only trueborn son you ever had was me!"


    Robert couldn''t believe what he was hearing. When he was about to shout, Edwyn continued, "Think about it, there has never been a Baratheon with hair colour other than black. Only those three were born with blonde hair. There''s not a single thing that you share with them. Even their eyes are those of a typical Lannister."


    Robert mumbled incoherently as his body outside the illusion began entering a cardiac arrest. Edwyn continued with a smirk, "I hope you can die happily now, Robert. The only trueborn you ever had, you shunned him for something as trivial as the colour of his eyes while that i.n.c.e.s.tuous bitch layed with her brother. Your heir is not your son! You just made a bastard the next king of Westeros! What more, Joffrey is as mad as the Mad King himself! Hahahaha! You fought a Mad King only to put another Mad King on the throne! Congratulations, oh Great Robert. You have doomed Westeros."


    The illusion ended and Robert cried and screamed to death, cursing Cersei for her betrayal. He died cursing himself for dooming his family and the entire Westeros. As his heart slowly gave away, he saw the bloodied corpse of Elia Martell and her daughter reach for his throat and strangle him.


    The Stanger was standing above him, ready to claim Robert''s corrupt soul as he raised his scythe and brought it down. Robert breathed his last, dying in immense pain from betrayal and regret.


    (NAGOT)


    A/N: Thanks for reading. Hope you like the chapter.


    Slow updates for the time being because of my busy schedule in college. Sorry about that.

 Chapter 7

    Edwyn walked through the open gates of R''hllor''s castle. It was like a typical medieval castle, only, it had lava surrounding it with a bridge connecting the gate of the castle with the rest of the island.


    The castle itself was made of obsidian. When he entered it, the temperature inside was so high that the walls were red from immense heat. Edwyn was profusely sweating and he silently thanked his ancestors back in Elemental Nations for creating the art of sealing.


    It was sparsely decorated, mostly skulls hung in the walls. An occasional guard would snarl and growl at Edwyn but there was no direct hostility shown towards him.


    Edwyn walked into the throne room, taking every step confidently all the while counting the number of soldiers the room had.


    R''hllor, as Edwyn observed, was very tall. If he had to guess, R''hllor was around fifteen feet in height. With heavy and menacing armour and a large sword resting by the side of his throne, R''hllor gave the image of an overlord.


    His voice boomed all around the castle as R''hllor said, "Human, remove that disguise."


    Edwyn tilted his head and complied. Raising a hand, he dispelled the henge, allowing R''hllor to look at him. The guards started getting restless and some even wiped away their drool.


    ''Guess he was right. Other beings ''are'' a delicacy here.''


    "Hmm, you really are a strange human. Answer me, why have you come to my domain?"


    Edwyn simply replied, "I just wanted to see what happened to Valyria and possibly get my hands on some Valyrian steel."


    R''hllor guffawed, "Valyrian Steel! Hah! Those toothpicks made from dragon fire and steel?! Punny mortal, such things are not even there anymore on R''horiam. Hmph! Steel forged from dragon fire is very weak and beneath me to even be in my domain!"


    ''R''horiam? Full of himself, isn''t he?''


    "As for what happened to Valyria, I happened. I woke up and took back my domain from you punny mortals."


    Edwyn narrowed his eyes at R''hllor and directly asked what he wanted to, "What are these beings? You told me that you could see everything in your domain. How could you let them act in such savage ways?! They call you their father and you let such things happen in your kingdom?!"


    R''hllor roared, "Do not raise your voice in front of me you filth!!"


    The guards immediately rushed forward and surrounded Edwyn, pointing their spears at him.


    But Edwyn wasn''t phased, "What are you? Are you really a God?"


    R''hllor eyed him with a strange glint and said, "I have not reached Godhood. But soon, I shall. These are my children. I call them ''Firbolgs''. My followers sacrifice you humans in fire and from that are born my children, with every sin heightened to its utmost. I allow them to act savagely because their deaths and their raw madness increases my power. This world''s death shall mark my ascent to Godhood."


    R''hllor cackled and continued, "You might be wondering why I''m telling you all of this. You came to my domain, mortal. Do you really think I''ll let you walk away alive? Hah! No, you shall be a part of my army. Seeing that you were able to slay my children so easily, you shall have a special position among my generals. You should feel blessed, punny mortal."


    Edwyn was about to retort when he felt pain all over his body. It wasn''t some superficial pain from a wound, no, R''hllor was actually infusing magic in Edwyn''s body an turn him into a firbolg, forever enslaving him.


    Edwyn fell down on his knees as he felt his chakra coils expand at a rapid rate.


    ''Kai! Kai! Kai! Kai! Kai! Kai!...''


    Trying his best to focus, he frantically dispelled the seals on his body that had healing chakra stored in them. He could feel his coils burst and repair, all the while expanding and increasing his chakra capacity.


    ''If I survive this, I''ll have enough chakra to decimate entire armies on my own.''


    Edwyn glared at R''hllor with utter disgust and hate.


    ''He''s just like the Otsusuki. He''ll kill billions if it''ll give him power. No way in hell will I let this son of a bitch live another day.''


    Edwyn panted hard as the pain faded away.


    Seeing no change in Edwyn, R''hllor grew impatient and asked, "Why are you still a human?! What sorcery is this?!"


    Edwyn coughed and laughed, "For a being who is supposedly reaching Godhood, you are very impatient and quick to anger."


    R''hllor growled menacingly, "Fine! If you can''t be made my slave, then you shall die! Kill him!!"


    The guards quickly thrusted their spears at Edwyn. The red-eyed prince smirked and jumped high up in the air while unsealing a katana from his wrist guard. Flipping backwards he landed away from the group of guards and immediately shot towards them, slashing his sword and splitting them into two.


    R''hllor stood shocked. Never had he seen a human so fast and strong. Edwyn was dangerous and he needed to be eliminated.


    He roared and unsheathed his mighty sword while Edwyn threw away his Katana that had turned red hot from the heat and had become brittle.


    R''hllor stomped his way towards Edwyn and slashed down at him with a mighty swing! Edwyn barely managed to dodge it. The swing was so strong that it destroyed the floor when it struck.


    "Get over here and accept your death you filth!!"


    Edwyn sneered and rolled towards a fallen spear to wield it against R''hllor.


    Even though he was disadvantaged in terms of strength, Edwyn''s smaller size gave him more manoeuvrability and speed to dodge R''hllor''s relentless attacks.


    Edwyn rolled towards R''hllor''s side and stabbed the spear at the back of his knee, only for the strike to be negated by R''hllor''s full body armour.


    "There is no weapon that can pierce through my armour!!"


    Edwyn clicked his tongue. The force behind his thrust was good enough, but the spear was unable to bear it and broke from the shaft. He immediately ran towards another set of spears and threw them all at R''hllor.


    In response, R''hllor scoffed and raised his unarmed hand upwards in an arc. Following the gesture, a large amount of magma and fire erupted from the floor and acted as a shield to block the spears!


    Taking advantage of the pillar of flames blocking R''hllor''s sight, Edwyn manoeuvred around and slugged him hard in the face. The force behind his punch was strong enough to send R''hllor flying through a pillar!


    R''hllor was absolutely livid and shouted, "How dare you lay your filthy mortal hands on the Overlord of R''horiam!! I shall burn you to oblivion!!!"


    Mad in rage, R''hllor roared and called upon his magic to summon the very magma from beneath the land! The whole island shook and there was widespread panic among the firbolgs. Suddenly, numerous pillars of searing hot lava erupted from beneath the castle and shot up high in the sky, decimating the land and killing numerous firbolgs.


    ''The f.u.c.ker is absolutely bonkers!! He''ll destroy his own domain!!''


    He just managed to get out of the range of the attack when the pillars merged together in a whole, destroying all chances of escaping a horrible death for anyone who was still alive.


    But Edwyn could still feel that R''hllor was very much alive. From the corner of his eye, a sudden glint caught his attention. He focused his sight towards the glint and saw a sword falling towards the ground.


    ''To survive such high temperature and force, the sword must be very special.''


    Edwyn ran and jumped high in the air to catch it. As he got closer, he could see a reddish glow at the base of the sword''s blade reaching to the middle of it. Even though it looked like a normal castle forged sword, excluding the reddish glow, Edwyn could feel the power radiating from it. Just as he managed to grab the sword, R''hllor emerged from the white-hot pillar of flames and slashed at Edwyn with a roar.


    Instinctively, Edwyn brought the sword forward to block the attack. The force behind R''hllor''s slash was so strong that it sent Edwyn crashing down on the island.


    Edwyn struggled to stop himself from tumbling and skidding against the searing hot ground and plunged the sword down to make himself stop.


    R''hllor landed not very far away from Edwyn. His eyes went towards the sword Edwyn was carrying causing his eyes the grow wide in surprise. Growling in anger, R''hllor pointed his sword at Edwyn and ordered the firbolgs, "Kill that human!!!"


    ''He''s afraid of the sword. Which means it is strong enough it pierce his armour and slay him.''


    Edwyn began chuckling as the situation reminded him of his battle against the Otsusuki army. He wondered if he should thank R''hllor for expanding his chakra coils. Because it had allowed him to access another kind of power. With mad bloodl.u.s.t, Edwyn stood in a horse stance and focused before shouting, "Fourth Gate: Gate of Pain, open!"


    The ground shattered under his feet and Edwyn immediately shot towards the approaching swarm of savaged beings. Slashing his sword while roaring like a beast incarnate, Edwyn laid waste to R''hllor''s firbolg army.


    Hundreds of thousands of corpses littered the island of R''horiam as a very wounded Edwyn continued to slay the firbolgs and made his way to the enraged R''hllor, who had abandoned all care for his ''children'' as he ploughed through the firbolgs and ran towards Edwyn.


    When their swords clashed, the land itself gave away under their immense power.


    Edwyn shouted again, "Fifth Gate: Gate of Limit, open!"


    Immense power rolled off Edwyn''s body as he exchanged slash after slash with R''hllor, none wanting to back down from the fight in which one little slip could mean their death.


    Fatigue was taking over their bodies but they stood their ground. Slowly, Edwyn began taking the upper hand.


    Edwyn managed to slash at R''hllor''s sword arm, making a big gash appear on it. R''hllor grunted in pain. Without wasting another moment, Edwyn attacked him with a whirlwind of slashes, managing to rip apart R''hllor''s armour and sent the being flying away.


    "A selfish and cruel being like you doesn''t deserve to breathe another whiff of this world''s air!! Today marks the end of your life, R''hllor!!!"


    Edwyn dashed towards the downed form of R''hllor and slashed at his neck.


    Just as he was about to be beheaded, R''hllor gathered the rest of his power and called upon the magma from beneath the entire island. Edwyn rushed to behead him but was a little late to prevent the attack from commencing.


    The entire island was blown up to smithereens. Edwyn was flung miles away towards the sea. He barely managed to seal away the magical sword in a seal before he splashed into the waves and fainted.


    An unknown time later, Edwyn briefly regained his consciousness. He was still floating above the sea but the current wasn''t violent anymore. With bleary eyes, Edwyn saw a red comet in the sky as his back landed on solid ground. Soon after, he lost the battle to stay awake and passed out.


    (NAGOT)


    A/N: Man that was a tough chapter to type. Took me hours to finish it. Tell me if you liked it or not. I tried to create an epic battle between two mighty beings. Hope it lived up to your expectations.

 Chapter 8

    He woke up on the shore. The last thing he remembered was a red comet. According to the lore, a red comet signified return of the dragons and return of magic.


    Edwyn coughed hard as he tried to laugh. Magic had returned in Planetos. Which meant only one thing. R''hllor was dead! The so-called fire god had sealed almost all of the magic to his domain. But with his death and the destruction of his domain, all those who practised magic would become more powerful. The warlocks of Quarth, the witches spread among the common folk of Essos, the faceless men, the wargs and greenseers of the North, they would get better in their art.


    Even the Great Other beyond the wall.


    The only consolation was that all the worshipers of R''hllor will slowly lose their magic. It was only a matter of time.


    Edwyn g.r.o.a.n.e.d as he turned to his side. His whole body was hurting. At least his clothes were intact. He struggled to get up on his feet and channelled chakra to his legs. He didn''t know for how long was he fainted. Although, he did wonder why hadn''t anyone found him.


    He unsealed a bottle of water and gulped it down in one go. Thirst and hunger were clouding his mind. He resealed the bottle and sat down to gather himself.


    After meditating for an hour and removing most of his fatigue, Edwyn''s mind immediately wandered to the sword with which he had slain the overlord of R''horiam, otherwise known as ancient Valyria.


    He unsealed the sword and began inspecting it. The sword was still emanating the red aura from its guard to the middle of the blade. As he took a closer look, there were carvings on the blade. Two tails coiling around one another and ending at two dragon-like heads right where the red aura finished. Did it belong to some dragonlord of Valyria? The sword of a dragonlord, destroyer of R''hllor, the being who brought upon the Doom of Valyria.


    ''Doomslayer,'' Edwyn thought with a smile.


    He twirled the sword in his hand, measuring how it felt in his grasp. The weight was just right, perfect balance, it felt so easy to swing it, as if it was made for him.


    ''I need a scabbard for it.''


    ''And I need a horse.''


    But first, he needed to fill his empty stomach. And what better way to sate his hunger by having some delicious venison? It didn''t take him long to find some dry pieces of wood to start a fire and cook the meat that was safely sealed away in stasis seals. As his clothes and armour were drying beside the fire, Edwyn spread his senses and tried to find any human settlements nearby.


    As the sun began setting down, Edwyn gathered his belongings, put the fire out and wore his armour before setting out to what felt like a large city.


    It wasn''t much of an effort for Edwyn to infiltrate the city walls. Even though the security looked very tight, it was nothing in front of Edwyn''s abilities.


    The city seemed to have a rich history. Tall pyramids reached for the sky itself with gilded harpies proudly displayed at their tops, marking the prosperity of the city. It wasn''t too hard for Edwyn to realise where he was. Especially when a war elephant crossed a road ahead of him.


    He was in New Ghis, a city located on a small island south of the Ghiscar landmass that used to be the home of the Ghiscari until some 5000 years ago. Ghiscar was now under the collective rule of the wise masters of Yunkai, Astapor and Mereen. New Ghis, meanwhile, was created after Old Ghis, the capital of the Ancient Ghiscar empire, was decimated by the Valyrians. A city with a strong army and navy, that utilized elephants in battles.


    But that wasn''t of any trouble for Edwyn. What troubled him was that slavery was still in practice. The atmosphere of New Ghis was filled to the brim with hate and greed. Edwyn wanted to be out of there as quickly as he could.


    ''Their time will come. They all shall pay for their crimes against humanity. But first, I have to go to Vaes Dothrak and see if the Targaryens could provide a better future to the people of Westeros.''


    Soon, Edwyn walked in a tavern henged as an inconspicuous local. Taverns were the best way to get information. People talked about all kinds of stuff when drink. As he took a seat in the middle of the tavern, he could hear people talk about the red comet that appeared in the sky.


    "What do you think about that comet which appeared two days ago?"


    ''So I was unconscious for more than a day.''


    "I don''t know. There are some stories about its relation with magic or something but all that is hogwash."


    "Heh, you''re right. Listen, I bought a new slave yesterday. She''s from summer isles. What do you say? How about you come with me and taste her while you show me that Dothraki woman?"


    Edwyn took a sharp breath and drank the whole cup of ale before quickly paying for it and walking out of the tavern. The ale stung in his throat, but it was nothing compared to the burn in his heart from his anger towards the slavers. As he reached a window, he unsealed two kunai and with pinpoint precision, he threw the kunai at the two men, hitting them in their heads and killing them instantly.


    He swiftly walked away as the whole tavern was caught in an uproar.


    Nearby, there was an auction house. It was empty, but somehow, Edwyn could feel all the anguish of the slaves that had been sold from it. White-hot anger erupted from his veins and Edwyn spewed a fireball jutsu at it, making the auction house engulfed in a raging fire.


    While the soldiers were busy putting the fire out, Edwyn took advantage of the panic and stole a small cart along with a pair of steeds and ran out of the city. By the time anyone from the city realised what had transpired, Edwyn was already on his ship and making his way to the mainland of Essos.


    Edwyn reached the shore near the city of Quarth on the very next day. Without taking any stops, Edwyn mounted the cart on the horses and rode off to the direction of Vaes Dothrak.


    The red waste was a vast desert with little to no vegetation. When Edwyn saw a lone Dothraki blood rider coming towards him, he was confused.


    The Dothraki saw him and asked, "You there, is there any city ahead?"


    Edwyn just nodded and asked back in Dothraki, "What''s a blood rider doing in the red waste? You don''t usually leave the Dothraki sea and all the nearby grasslands."


    The blood rider responded rudely, "I have no reason to answer your drabble, fool. Get on your way!"


    Edwyn was certain that the blood rider was in a hurry or else the man would have challenged him for the cart. Paying no heed to his strange encounter, Edwyn kept going towards Vaes Dothrak.


    Soon, he saw a group of people a few hundred meters ahead of him.


    ''What the f.u.c.k is going on? First that Dothraki and now these people? What madness made them travel through the red waste?''


    A rider approached him from the group, probably because they saw a cart with him.


    "Traveller, what do you have in your cart? We need food and water. Our people are starving."


    Edwyn scanned the group which mostly consisted of Dothraki women and children along with some elderly. Then his eyes settled on a short female who was around his age. He immediately recognised her given the colour of her hair and that of her eyes.


    ''Targaryen... Daenerys Targaryen...''


    Edwyn growled, "Jorah Mormont, what the f.u.c.k is an exiled slaver doing with the Targaryen princess?"


    Jorah was shocked to see Edwyn. Tales of the eldest prince''s ruthlessness and skill had reached the far ends of the world. Seeing the prince in front of him, Jorah was terrified.


    Before Jorah could stutter out a response, Daenerys asked Edwyn, "Who are you, ser?"


    Edwyn kept his gaze fixated at Jorah and answered, "I''m Edwyn Baratheon, the firstborn son of Robert Baratheon. That oafhead and disgrace of a king ordered me to kill you and your unborn child."


    All the blood riders immediately surrounded Edwyn and his cart while Jorah began shaking in his boots.


    Edwyn smirked again, "Mormont, do you really think these fools could stop me?"


    "No... no... "


    Daenerys looked at Jorah''s terror-stricken face. She had never seen the brave knight so terrified. As she herself began fearing why Jorah was so afraid, she asked, "Ser Jorah, wha...?"


    Jorah interrupted her and said with extreme urgency, his voice trembling, "R-Run, Khaleesi! Take a horse and run as far away as you can! Robert Baratheon has sent the best! I *gulp* I''ll try to delay him. Please! Run away, Khaleesi! It''s him! The Maelstrom!"


    Daenerys'' eyes widened with shock and panic as she realised who had come for her head. She had heard stories of the monster born in human skin, the demon who bathed in the blood of those he slew. A man so evil even his father couldn''t accept him. No one had ever told her his true identity. Just the name bestowed upon him by the common folk and all the stories that followed. She used to think that those were just stories. But seeing Jorah''s reaction, she deduced that everything she had heard about the demon was true.


    The storm had come, and with it came the doom of the dragons.

 Chapter 9

    The Maelstrom, a name that spelt terror itself in the hearts all the criminals in and near King''s Landing who were unfortunate enough to try and create unrest among the common folk.


    Edwyn''s alias was much more popular than his given name. From the moment he stepped out of the training grounds and into the streets of King''s Landing, all the criminals would pray to all kinds of Gods to spare them from facing him.


    Some called him a demon who ate the souls of his prey and bathed in their blood as a form of ritual, while others thought of him to be the messenger of The Stranger, sent into the realm of the living to reap the souls of the corrupt.


    Merely in four years, since the day he was bestowed upon the name ''The Maelstrom'', Edwyn''s infamy had spread far and wide. Tales of his skill and ruthlessness were heard in far ends of Westeros and Essos.


    Merchants and travellers who were saved by him sang endless praises of the warrior who decimated his enemies and protected the weak, while the pirates and thieves and murderers who managed to escape with their lives told tales of the monster in human skin who fed on their flesh and sacrificed their souls to the devil.


    Daenerys had listened to a bard or two who sang about ''The Maelstrom'', but she never saw those bards ever again. She always suspected that her brother would get them killed for praising the son of the usurper in front of him.


    Whenever she would try to ask about ''The Maelstrom'', Viserys would hit her and run away. Magister Illyrio would warn her about the demon of King''s Landing who was a bigger obstacle than the usurper himself for Viserys'' rise to the Iron Throne.


    Even Ser Jorah Mormont had some things to say about ''The Maelstrom'' and they didn''t paint a very good picture of him in Daenerys'' mind. So, she had decided to make her own opinion of him when she faced him. But, she never imagined that she''d meet him this early in her journey.


    He was tasked by the usurper to kill her and her unborn child. Suddenly, all the horrible tales of his slaughters flashed in her mind and she froze.


    She understood that she had no chance of escaping, even though Ser Jorah had urged her to run away. Her thoughts went to her newborn ''children'', her dragons. Was she going to lose them this soon? She had gotten emotionally attached to them. They were her children. Was this some form of punishment by the Gods?


    As her mind fell deeper and deeper into despair, she was jolted out of her trance by Edwyn''s scoff.


    "You''re still an idiot Northerner, Mormont. Do you really know anything about me? If I wanted to kill her, she''d already been dead."


    Daenerys stuttered, "You... You''re not going to kill me?"


    Edwyn raised an eyebrow and said, "Do you want me to kill you? That disgrace of a father of mine can rot in hell for all I care. I''ve never followed any of his orders. Anyway, what''s going on here? Where''s that Khal whom you were sold to by your deranged brother? What the f.u.c.k are you doing in the Red Waste?"


    Even when standing in front of a behemoth like Edwyn, Daenerys'' anger flared and she seethed, "Is that a way to talk to a lady? I am no tavern wench with whom you''d behave in such uncouth ways. It''s not befitting of a prince to talk like a craven, even though you are the son of the usurper."


    Edwyn smirked and glanced at Jorah who squirmed under the gaze of his red eyes while saying, "Feisty one, isn''t she?"


    He stared at Daenerys and continued, "Does it look like I care who you are or what anyone says about me? Although, you are quite brave, or stupidly impulsive to try and stand in front of me with such... defiance."


    Paying them no mind, Edwyn picked out crates of food and fodder and placed them in front of Daenerys and her khalasar.


    "I have enough food to feed you all and fodder for your livestock."


    He then gestured towards a beautiful horse and said, "She''s gonna die soon if she doesn''t eat. Feed your people and your mare."


    Confused at how he knew Silver was hers, Daenerys asked him about it.


    Edwyn just shrugged and didn''t reply.


    ''How am I supposed to explain that I can smell you all over your mare... hmm, tuberoses... and yuck, horse shit''s smell! No one''s cleaned the mare!! Wait... I smell smoke... but there''s no fire...''


    Edwyn narrowed his eyes at three small baskets that had what appeared to be doors on them.


    ''Pets? No way in hell. These people are starved. Pets won''t survive for this long.''


    As Edwyn placed a barrel of water on the ground, he crouched down to open the crates. Daenerys stepped forward. Jorah tried to stop her but with a gesture of his queen''s hand, he was silenced. She walked up to the crates and bent down to take some fodder and feed her mare.


    Then, Daenerys asked the question that was beginning to hurt everyone''s heads, "Why are you helping me?"


    When Edwyn lifted his head to reply, Daenerys, for a moment, lost herself in his eyes. Bored, half lid eyes but with the most unique irises. Red as blood, Edwyn''s eyes had a strange spark in them that she had never seen in anyone else.


    Edwyn snapped his fingers in front of her face and said blandly, "We can have an entire day-long staring session after your kahlasar is well fed. You can thank me later. As to why I''m helping you, I''ll tell you that. But first, I''m very interested in knowing where your brother and that khal are."


    Under her muddy appearance, Edwyn could faintly see an embarrassed blush on her cheeks.


    ''Hmm, still a little naive. She should''ve had a lot more steel in her being upon meeting the son of her enemy. But she''s acting like a little maiden. Though it all could be an act, a blush is not something one can voluntarily produce on their face.''


    Jorah immediately stepped forward, "I can tell you everything you want to know. Khaleesi needs to eat and rest."


    As Edwyn''s gaze shifted from Daenerys to Jorah, the steel returned to his eyes and he said, "Did I ask you any of those questions? Jorah Mormont, remember you are and who you are talking to. You are just an exiled knight who disgraced his house and got his wife stolen away."


    For a moment, Edwyn stared back and forth at the unnerved and angered Jorah and the confused Daenerys and smirked at the man, "I see. What a foolish man you are."


    Daenerys dismissed Jorah and he reluctantly walked away, glancing at the two after every other step as Edwyn kept his infuriating smirk plastered on his face.


    As she ate, she told Edwyn what happened to Viserys and Drogo, although, it took a lot of probing and wordplay for Edwyn to fork out all the information. Daenerys was extremely guarded when she was near him. She was helpless. She could do nothing but answer his questions. If Edwyn wanted to, he could slaughter her Khalasar without even batting an eye.


    Irri, one of Daenerys'' handmaidens was crying hysterically. Edwyn watched with indifference as Daenerys consoled her.


    Another rider soon returned. Edwyn recognised him. He was the Dothraki Edwyn had met while he was on his way to Daenerys.


    The Dothraki, whose name was Kovarro, explained that the leaders of Quarth were willing to see Daenerys after they heard about her dragons.


    Edwyn''s head immediately snapped towards Daenerys who looked at him with eyes wide in fear.


    Edwyn narrowed his eyes, ''She has dragons... newly born. That red comet I saw, it signified the return of magic and dragons in Planetos. So that was when her dragons were born. They must also be the only hope she''s clinging on to, and the only thing that has these people following her. Dragons, she''s vying for the Iron Throne. A queen on the throne. Will she be the one to bring peace? Or will the power from the dragons corrupt her mind? I might need to stay around and see what transpires. A hitch in my plans to visit north of the wall, but this is indispensable.''


    As they were gathering their belongings and make their way to Quarth, Edwyn approached Daenerys who''s breath quivered when she saw him.


    "You need not fear me. I won''t harm your dragons. But I will stay around and see if you are worthy. I''m making my intentions very clear to you. Here''s a free lesson for you though. Those leaders of Quarth, don''t trust any of them. When I say any, I mean any. They are willing to help a stranger who has three dragons with her. It is evident that some, if not all of them have ulterior motives. Stay sharp, little queen, your trials have already begun. I won''t have a foolish little girl sit on the Iron Throne."

 Chapter 10

    Nothing much happened during the time Edwyn, Daenerys and her khlasar travelled to Qarth.


    Edwyn asked Daenerys all about her life in Essos and Daenerys could do nothing but respond in fear of Edwyn if he decided to just kill everyone. It wasn''t a normal conversation. Edwyn forced words out of Daenerys'' mouth and she had to be truthful. Edwyn had a strange nack of sensing lies and he made it very clear when Daenerys lied about how she felt when her brother was killed by Drogo.


    Soon, they reached the doors of Qarth where they were recieved by ''The Thirteen'' which, according to Edwyn, were nothing but a group of greedy cunts.


    The moment Edwyn saw them, he knew they were power-hungry fat asses. He didn''t miss the eye contact and the silent conversation between a dark-skinned fat a.s.s and Doreah, Daenerys'' handmaiden.


    ''So they know each other... no, there''s more... they''re not mere acquaintances.''


    The dark-skinned fat a.s.s introduced himself as Xaro Xhoan Daxos, one of the thirteen who governed Qarth. He volunteered to vouch for Daenerys and her khalasar and take them under his protection when Daenerys was denied entrance for not showing her dragons to them.


    It immediately rang warning bells in Edwyn''s mind. Out of habit, he spread his senses as far as they could reach.


    There...


    ''I''m not leaking any magic as I have perfect control over it. The environment here isn''t that saturated with it. Then, where is it absorbing magic from? There has to be a natural source nearby.''


    Then, suddenly, his head snapped towards the wooden boxes carrying the baby dragons.


    ''They are naturally absorbing magic... and are releasing it in a much purer form... that building is absorbing the magic released by these dragons.''


    Edwyn''s searched through the people of Qarth with half lid and bored eyes.


    ''There has to be someone keeping a constant eye on us.''


    As the dark-skinned fat a.s.s led them to his house, Edwyn counted a number of hooded figures that hid in the darkness and followed Daenerys, her khalasar and him till they reached the fat ass''s house... or more like a mansion.


    For the time being, Edwyn decided to stay out of the way and observe how Daenerys would handle the situation. He had some other things to do. Like sending a clone to scout the city of Qarth and the building that was constantly absorbing magic. As well as reading the letter he had recieved all the way from Westeros.


    ''So Robert is dead and Ned Stark was executed for treason? Huh, who in their right mind would think that he''d be a traitor. Lannisters, of course. Joffrey is the king, just like I thought. The North will go to war because of this. Cersei... the root cause of the problem. I''ll have to speed things up here. Westeros will suffer a great deal and I''m not there to stop any of it. F.u.c.k!''


    Edwyn slept very little that night. His mind often wandering towards the possible suffering the common folk would have to face. Not to mention, the countless lives that''ll be lost in the wars.


    Edwyn watched, walking standing beside Jorah, as the fat a.s.s boasted about his wealth and success.


    ''He''s not holding back at all...''


    Taking a glance at Jorah, Edwyn whispered disdainfully, "Stop drooling at her you wrinkly old ball sack! Stop thinking with your tiny pecker and use your mind! She''s around the age your daughter would have been!"


    Jorah choked on his saliva and growled back, "I am not drooling at her! And I do not have a tiny pecker!"


    Edwyn snorted, "Then why did your wife leave you? Disgusting paedophile."


    Edwyn marched forward, leaving a seething Jorah behind.


    He was getting irritated by the fat ass''s constant bragging which, according to Edwyn, was absolute bullshit. Suddenly, Edwyn felt a rush of foreign memories invade his mind and his eyes widened for a moment. Seeing that Daenerys was getting a little impressed, Edwyn shook his head in disappointment and stepped forward, "Xaro Xhoan Daxos... what a tongue twister... anyway, how did you manage to become one of the thirteen?"


    The fat ass''s eye twitched for a moment. No doubt he was annoyed for being interrupted during his drabble. But he patiently replied, "I was nothing but a common man. But with skill and determination, I have become the ric.h.e.s.t man in Qarth."


    Edwyn raised an eyebrow and said, "Yeah, that doesn''t really answer my question. And skill? Determination? What skill do you have? Deceit and lying? I hear you babble about all the wealth you have and it boggles me. It''s hard to imagine how much shit you are full of."


    Daenerys jabbed at Edwyn side and whispered seethingly, "What... are you doing?!"


    He was ruining everything!


    The fat a.s.s completely turned around to face Edwyn and asked in a guarded tone, "I don''t think we have been introduced."


    The fat a.s.s glanced at Daenerys, expecting her to keep Edwyn in line. But Edwyn just chuckled and said, "Don''t look at her. I''m not part of her khalasar. She is as helpless as anyone else in this city. As to who I am, well, I''m more popularly known as ''The Maelstrom''."


    The fat a.s.s immediately stepped away from Edwyn, fear evident on his face as his eyes widened and his lips quivered, unable to utter a word.


    Edwyn looked at Daenerys and asked, "What''s your purpose of staying here? You''ve already had your food and are well-rested."


    Daenerys took several moments to absorb what was happening and blinked before saying, "Uhm, I... was going to ask for his help to get a ship and travel across the narrow sea."


    Edwyn snickered and said, "You won''t be getting any help from this f.u.c.ker. The vault he showed to you? It''s empty. There''s no gold in it. He just wants to get a hold of your dragons. Which, by the way, are currently being taken to the ''House of the Undying'', that''s where your warlocks reside, am I right? Xaro Xhoan Daxos."


    The fat a.s.s was utterly horrified as Daenerys looked at him with murderous rage.


    "H-How do you know?!"


    Edwyn c.o.c.ked his head sideways and looked into Xaro''s terrified eyes while saying, "Magic users are not limited to Qarth, stupid fat a.s.s."


    Daenerys growled, "You will take me to my dragons or else I''ll make you suffer!"


    Within a blink of an eye, Edwyn had his sword around Xaro''s throat. He looked at Daenerys and said, "Not so fast, little queen. He has an accomplice. Someone in your khalasar has betrayed you."


    Daenerys narrowed her and asked, "Who...?"


    "Your handmaiden... Doreah. It''s her who is taking your dragons to the warlocks. She tried to poison your people, but I intervened with magic. But she won''t find anyone there. All the warlocks are dead..."


    Edwyn turned to the trembling fat a.s.s and continued, "... That bald f.u.c.k face gave in quite easily after I questioned him... in my way. Your plan has failed, Xaro. The other merchants are now aware of your plan to overthrow their rule. They have left you at my mercy."


    Daenerys immediately sent Jorah and the blood riders to capture Doreah and rescue her dragons.


    Xaro and his accomplices were publicly executed for treason. All of his wealth, little as it may have been, was given to Daenerys and Edwyn. The remainder of the thirteen gifted Daenerys a ship for her to travel across the narrow and not so subtly asked her to never step foot in Qarth again.


    By the evening, they were already on their way to Astapor.


    On the deck of the ship, Edwyn stood beside Daenerys and said, "You fell for his deceit. You need to learn how to know when someone is lying to you. I was disappointed today. You better do something about your naivety. Being naive isn''t a good thing for a ruler. They tend to lose themselves, get drunk with power. You better not let that happen to you or else I''ll do what''s necessary for the greater good."


    Daenerys gulped and hesitantly asked, "... And what''s necessary for the greater good?"


    Edwyn turned towards her, his red eyes glowing eerily, "The moment I see you succ.u.mbing to power and madness will be the moment you forfeit your life along with your dragons and your khalasar."


    Edwyn swiftly walked away as Daenerys fell on her knees, fear and panic clouding her face.


    She cried for the freedom she craved for but never found. Be it her brother, Drogo or Edwyn. They all controlled her. Her brother kept her alive to get an army, Drogo used her to breed a child, but this time, she was truly helpless.

 Chapter 11

    Astapor, the very existence of the city boiled Edwyn''s blood. Butchers treated the animals in much better ways than the masters did to their slaves.


    In his past life, Edwyn had seen similar things happen but it was never in the open where the ninjas or Samurai could take action against the oppressors.


    In Planetos though, the cruelty and greed of the masters exceeded everything else. Because there was no power who could endanger them.


    Edwyn separated from Daenerys'' group and walked around on his own.


    ''She''s pitying them. No, they are beyond any pity. So naive. I''ll need to test her abilities as a ruler. Before that, she needs an army. But she doesn''t have enough gold. Should I help her with the gold I have? No... this will be a good test for her, to see how cunning she is.''


    The owner of the Unsullied army was an ugly rude testicle of a man. Thinking that Daenerys couldn''t understand Valyrian, he didn''t hold back while using offensive slurs.


    Edwyn was keenly observing Daenerys'' reaction.


    ''She''s barely controlling herself from lashing out. A hint of vindictiveness in her eys... she''s prideful. Understandable.''


    The talks ended soon after and they all began strolling around again. A little girl attracted Daenerys'' attention. There was something off about her.


    Daenerys followed the little girl and soon, the girl dropped a ball at the little queen''s feet.


    But it was killed by a hooded man who had been following them for some time.


    Jorah and the few Dothraki guards tried to capture the girl but she had already escaped.


    As Edwin look at the hooded man, he smirked and said, "Well, well, well... Look who we have here... What, did the ''little mad prick'' send you to kill me?"


    Daenerys'' head whipped towards the hooded man as her guards stood in front of her, their weapons ready to strike the hooded man at the first signs of hostility.


    Barristan removed the hood and huffed, "You jest, Prince Edwyn. There''s not a man alive who would dare to accept any requests or orders of killing you."


    Edwyn tilted his head and asked, "Then why are you here?"


    Barristan cleared his throat and answered, "King Joffrey..."


    But seeing the scowl that had suddenly appeared on Edwyn''s face...


    "... Uhm, I mean, the ''little mad prick'', *cough*, removed me from the Kingsguard after I failed to protect King Robert..."


    "... Uh, after I failed to protect ''the degenerate pig''. He said that my services were no longer required."


    Edwyn''s expression turned solemn as he asked, "How was Ned Stark killed? What happened to ''lady'' Sansa and the little wolf?"


    Barristan lowered his head in shame and replied, "The king, on his death bed, had made a royal decree that Lord Stark would serve as the regent in the stead of prince Joffrey until he was of age. But, the queen tore the decree and declared Lord Stark as a traitor to the realm. He trusted the wrong men. Petyr Baelish betrayed him, so did the city guard. Lady Sansa is being held as a hostage in King''s Landing. Lady Arya has been missing since Lord Stark''s execution."


    Edwyn took a moment to grieve for the tragic death of the fool known as Eddard Stark. Even after he had warned the Lord Paramount of the North, he let his foolish Northern pride to occlude his rationality.


    Sansa, the poor girl would suffer greatly at the hands of Cersei and Joffrey and Edwyn could do nothing about it. He just hoped that Arya Stark was still alive.


    An arrogant snort broke Edwyn out of his grieving, "So usurper is dead, along with the traitor Stark. Good, lesser enemies for me."


    Edwyn exhaled forcefully, asked Barristan to follow him and marched away, not wanting to deal with the naive and arrogant Targaryen queen.


    When they were out of the little queen''s sight, Edwyn said, "I understand why you are here, Barristan. You want to serve the house of Rhaegar Targaryen one more time before you die. But the girl is naive and arrogant. She''s letting the power cloud her mind. It''s just the beginning, but I can already see it. Wait for a while before you declare your loyalty to her. I don''t want you to die at my hands. You were one of the few who I was fond of back in King''s Landing."


    Barristan looked at Edwyn in surprise and asked, "Y-You''re going to kill her?!"


    "No... at least, not yet. I''ll try to guide her a bit, to direct her away from the madness that runs in her veins. But if she proves to be like her father, I''ll kill her before she reduces Westeros to ashes. I don''t care what happens to all those power-hungry pricks who sit in their castles and plot against each other like a bunch of fools. But I won''t let the common folk suffer under the rule of a tyrant."


    "And if she does prove to be a good ruler?"


    Edwyn replied with a genuine smile, something that Barristan had rarely ever seen, "Then I''ll crown her myself and destroy all of her enemies. Countless people have suffered because of the greed of a few. If she can promise a better and a peaceful future to Westeros, I''ll unite the sky above and the ground below if that''s what it''ll take for her to sit on the iron throne."


    Barristan was dazzled by the conviction and sheer determination in Edwyn''s words.


    "... And you? Will you be the king?"


    Edwyn chuckled, but there was no humour in it. The smile transformed into a sad and melancholic one as he replied, "King, I don''t know what I want, Barristan."


    Barristan could tell that there was something more that Edwyn wanted to tell but he didn''t pry and silently followed Edwyn around.


    Edwyn looked up at the sky and sighed, ''I don''t know if I could ever love someone else, Hinata.''


    The pain of losing everything he cherished resurfaced as he closed his eyes and sighed again. He had buried the grief deep inside himself, but it would sometimes resurface. He remembered their smiling faces, all the happy times he spent with those he loved. But they were taken away by the greedy Otsusuki.


    Lossing everything he cared for had changed him for the worst. He was just a fragment of his former self. After sixteen long years in Planetos, the innocent and the epitome of goodness known as Naruto Uzumaki was long lost. All that was left was a ruthless killer. At the very least, he still had his morals.


    ''I''ll find the answers I''m looking for. No matter what. I''ll destroy all the gods if that''s what it''ll take. But first...''


    Edwyn looked around at the masters and the tortured slaves.


    ''... I need to cleanse this world of all the filth that has been festering it for thousands of years. The so-called gods and the heretical humans that follow them, the masters and all the other oppressors, I''ll purge them all... or at least, die trying.''

 Chapter 12

    Standing in front of her ten thousand Unsullied, Daenerys'' heart soared with hope. It was her first step to reclaiming what was taken away from her. A place to call home. As Drogon and the Unsullied killed the masters and freed the slaves, watching the former slaves cheer for her, Daenerys made a resolution to put an end to slavery.


    But, what made her truly feel that she had accomplished something amazing was the subtle nod from Edwyn as he nonchalantly beheaded a whip bearer.


    She breathed out in relief. Edwyn had been very cold towards her since she expressed her happiness after hearing that Ned Stark was dead.


    Since the moment he appeared in front of her and her khalasar, she had been living in fear. The stories told about him made him seem to be a demon in human skin. And the way he was slaying the masters and their guards was proof of that.


    Edwyn was cutting through men and steel like butter being cut by a hot knife. There was no difference between flesh and metal in front of his sword.


    Daenerys understood him, somewhat. She knew he was wary of her because of her blood and had been testing her since they began their journey to Qarth. He wanted to see if she was capable of being a queen and she accepted it as a challenge. So, when he had scowled at her after she expressed her happiness, it made her feel disappointed in herself.


    After talking to Ser Barristan about Edwyn, she began seeing him in a different light. He wasn''t some knight in shining armour but he was kind and even though he grew up in King''s Landing, he had morals and honour. According to Ser Barristan, she had to prove to Edwyn that she was capable enough for him to get more involved in her cause. To have such an unbelievably strong and capable man at her side, getting to the Iron Throne would be a lot easier. So she vowed to do exactly what Edwyn wanted.


    With her head held high, she addressed the people she had freed. She would survive and bring honour to her house. Like her dragons, the name of her house will rise from the ashes, cleansed of all its past sins.


    (NAGOT)


    The girl really was something to think of such a way to trick the idiot testicle-faced master of the Unsullied. Dragons could never be tamed. An old saying that still held true... somewhat. They could be tamed if the tamers were far stronger than the giant lizards. Like R''hllor and his spawns of madness.


    Thinking of madness, Edwyn couldn''t see even a spark of it in the little queen as she addressed the Unsullied and it made him feel a bit relieved. There wasn''t even a flicker of it in her when she ordered the Unsullied to kill all the masters.


    Masters, those men didn''t deserve to be called masters. Filth that needed go be washed away, that''s all they were.


    As they marched towards Yunkai, Edwyn rode beside Daenerys, Barristan and the newly freed trranslater Missande while Jorah was ordered to ride at the back to watch over the khalasar and all those former slaves who chose to follow Daenerys.


    While looking ahead, Edwyn said, "Your training to become the queen of the seven kingdoms will begin on the morrow. It doesn''t mean you''ve proven your worth. It''s imperative that you undergo the training for future challenges. I want you to be up and ready before sunrise. I won''t wait for you to get dressed after you wake up so you better be ready."


    Daenerys looked at Edwyn, her eyebrows raised in surprise and a hint of joy, "What will the training entail?"


    Edwyn took a glance at her and replied, "Nothing fun, that''s for sure."


    Daenerys looked uneasy when she heard Barristan gulp nervously. Whatever the training would be, she just hoped she''d survive through it.


    True to his word, Edwyn didn''t wait and barged in Daenerys'' tent only to see her standing in the middle, ready for anything Edwyn threw at her.


    Edwyn raised his brows in surprise and said, "I wasn''t expecting you to be awake and ready. So you asked Barristan what the training could possibly be. Good, having knowledge of what you''ll face proves you''re not a dumbass."


    Edwyn led her to a secluded area where a fire was already lit. He asked her to sit around the bonfire and began, "I don''t trust you even for a bit."


    Daenerys'' eyes snapped towards him and her brows shot up in surprise as he continued, "I have no reason to. You were never trained to be a queen or even a princess. The only familial influence on you was your mad brother..."


    Daenerys narrowed her eyes but didn''t interrupt, "... Who must have told you things that are utter lies. Though you may now have realised that he was full of shit. But, because of that, because you were never trained, you are a clean slate. Training you will be easy."


    Daenerys c.o.c.ked her head on the side and asked, "Clean slate?"


    "Uh, like an unused parchment. I don''t have to erase anything to rewrite something in it. Similarly, I won''t have to make you forget anything wrong that was taught to you because there is nothing to forget."


    Daenerys nodded her head and listened intently as Edwyn began telling her the history Westeros.


    "That''s it for today. It won''t do any good if you''re mind is too tired to understand what I teach. Next..."


    Suddenly, a strange sword appeared in his hand. Daenerys blinked a few times, trying to make sense of where the sword came from.


    "It''s one of my talents. I can make some things appear. No need to be too shocked."


    He threw the sword towards her and she panicked. Not wanting to be cut, she jumped away and the sword fell on the ground.


    "Are you out of your mind?! That could have injured me!"


    Edwyn sighed in annoyance and said, "I won''t give you an edged blade to train with! It''s a sparring sword. Pick it up!"


    Daenerys felt abashed as she gingerly picked the sword up.


    "You are not built to fight like a knight. For a delicate little girl like you, I have a different style for you train in. That''s why a special kind of sword."


    Daenerys scowled, "I''m older than you! Stop treating me like a little kid!"


    "Semantics. Follow me."


    "Why do I have to learn fencing? That''s not what a lady is supposed to do!"


    Edwyn smirked and said fondly, "I know a little wolf who would disagree."


    In another part of the world, the said little wolf was escaping with two of her companions from Harrenhal. A man who could magically change his face had just given her a valuable coin of Braavos and an alias for himself, Jaqen H''ghar.


    (NAGOT)


    A/N: Yo! Been a while... Sup! I''m from the shameless author sect.

 Chapter 13

    Yunkai, a city with a rich history built over countless bodies of slaves. Daenerys had camped nearby and sent a messenger for the masters the surrender and avoid a sacking like that if Astapor.


    The Wise Masters they called themselves. An order of rulers who rose to power by treachery and corruption. Edwyn''s senses screamed at him just like the time he was in New Ghis. It was getting harder for him to keep the rage rising from within him in check. He feared that sooner or later, it will explode... and the world will be set ablaze with it.


    Edwyn wanted to end his journey in Essos as quickly as he could. News from Westeros had reached him that Stannis Baratheon lost in his attempt to seize the Iron Throne. The man was being corrupted by a priestess who followed R''hllor. The man had fallen so low that he murdered his own brother with dark magic. Now that he thought about it, the order of all those who followed R''hllor was in Essos.


    Edwyn smirked, ''Well, at least I have something I can release my wrath upon.''


    The emissary of the masters arrived at Daenerys'' camp sitting atop a palanquin carried by several slaves.


    Razdal Mo Eraz, the man reeked of arrogance, so much so that Edwyn wrinkled his nose in disgust. He approached Daenerys, ignoring the chair placed for him but was stopped by her dragons as they hissed dangerously at the man.


    Eraz stopped, backed away and took his seat.


    Daenerys began, "Are you here to surrender? If not then prepare yourselves for a fate worse than the masters of Astapor."


    Eraz stared at Daenerys and slowly gestured to his slaves who came forward and placed a c.h.e.s.t near her men.


    "I pride myself on my knowledge of the savage senseless west. And yet, why should we speak thus harshly to one another? It is true that you committed savageries in Astapor, but we Yunkish are a most forgiving people. Your quarrel is not with us, Your Grace. Why squander your strength against our mighty walls when you will need every man to regain your father''s throne in far Westeros?"


    He nodded to the c.h.e.s.t and continued, "Yunkai wishes you only well in that endeavour, and to prove the truth of that, I have brought you a gift. Fifty thousand golden marks. Yours, as a gesture of friendship from the Wise Masters of Yunkai. Gold given freely is better than plunder bought with blood, surely? So I say to you, Daenerys Targaryen, take this c.h.e.s.t, and go."


    Daenerys immediately replied, "Then I too have a gift for you. Your life."


    Eraz shifted in his seat and asked, "My life?"


    Daenerys nodded, "And the lives of your Wise Masters. But I also want something in return. You will release every slave in Yunkai. Every man, woman, and child shall be given as much food, clothing, and property as they can carry as payment for their years of servitude. Reject this gift, and I shall show you no mercy."


    Eraz glowered with anger, "You are mad! We are not Astapor or Qarth! We are Yunkai and we have powerful friends. Friends who would take great p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e in destroying you. Those who survive, we shall enslave once more. Perhaps we''ll make a slave of you as well..."


    One of Daenerys'' dragons screeched at him, "... You swore me safe-conduct!"


    Daenerys said smugly, "I did, but my dragons made no promises. And you threatened their mother."


    Eraz shot up from his seat and ordered his slaves to take the gold away. The dragons hissed at the slaves, stopping them from coming near the c.h.e.s.t.


    "My gold. You gave it to me, remember? And I shall put it to good use. You''d be wise to do the same with my gift to you. Now get out!"


    Eraz glowered at her, "You shall rue this arrogance, whore! These little lizards will not keep you safe, I promise you! We will fill the air with arrows if they come within a league of Yunkai. Do you think it is so hard to kill a dragon?"


    Before the man ended in the stomach of the dragons, Edwyn stepped forward, placed a heavy hand on his shoulder and said menacingly, "There are things far more dangerous in this world than dragons. You call yourself wise yet you threaten a woman who these dragons believe to be their mother. You... are ''nothing''. Your friends and your sellsword armies are ''nothing''. These slaves that came with you, they''ll stay here while you''ll walk back to your fellow trash of humans called masters. Either you put an end to slavery, or we put an end to you."


    Eraz couldn''t breathe under the pressure that emanated from Edwyn''s sheer presence. With his legs shaking from absolute fright, he swiftly walked out of the tent and back to Yunkai.


    Edwyn glanced at Daenerys and nodded. She handled it well and like always, he made sure to convey it to her with subtle nods or gestures so that she knew that she was on the right track.


    The Yunkish masters were proud men and women. It won''t be so easy to bend them to Daenerys'' will.


    (NAGOT)


    King''s Landing used to be a city in which people lived with little fear. They had food, clothing and shelter. But, since the day Edwyn was made to leave, the vultures came out of hiding and reined hell upon the innocent common folk.


    After the death of Robert Baratheon, it only got worse with a crazed king on the Iron Throne who took p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e with others'' pain.


    With the kingdoms at war, the common folk suffered from starvation, poverty and disease. It got so bad that mothers had to offer their bodies up to feed their children.


    But soon, it all began to change. Edwyn foresaw that a day may come when the kingdom would not be able to provide basic necessities to its people. So, for years, with the help of some loyal men, he stored grain and clothing deep under the grounds of King''s Landing.


    Borgy, formerly a lowly cutthroat who was redeemed by Edwyn when he learnt about the man''s plight, was extremely loyal to the red-eyed prince. Borgy''s family was held captive by a rich merchant who forced him to do all the dirty work and kill his competition.


    When Edwyn captured Borgy, the man pled guilty and asked for judgement but wanted his family to be saved. Edwyn saw talent in him and gave mercy, recruiting the man as his eyes and ears in King''s Landing. Borgy was eternally grateful to Edwyn for saving his family and giving him a new purpose in life.


    He, along with other like-minded men who owed Edwyn their lives, formed an order that became a network of information for Edwyn.


    So, when King''s Landing was suffering, Borgy sent a specially trained raven to Edwyn, telling him about everything that had transpired in King''s Landing. Robert Baratheon''s death, the treachery of Littlefinger, Ned Stark''s execution and the plight of the Common Folk.


    Edwyn, in his reply, gave Borgy the order to begin distributing food in the darkness of the night, hidden from the eyes of nobles and rich merchants. And Borgy did exactly that.


    He and his men would go door to door and give small portions of grain every single night and made sure that the people knew who was responsible for feeding them when all hope seemed to have lost.


    The resentment against Joffrey Baratheon slowly began transforming into worship of Edwyn. The people sang silent praises for Edwyn who cared so much for them that he was providing them with food and clothing even while he was far away in the world.


    Even when Stannis attacked King''s Landing, Borgy and his order didn''t cease in their efforts. They made sure to tell the truth about how the king ran away from the battlefield, something Edwyn would never do.


    Edwyn would have stayed and fought until he attained victory. The coward king who sat on Edwyn''s throne, people wanted him to leave.


    Then, the Tyrells came and refilled the markets of King''s Landing with grain. However, the common folk were already indebted to Edwyn. No matter how much Margery tried, she was unable to sway the people to Joffrey''s side. Which she was unaware of. Seeing that the people were happy, she mistook it for something caused by the aid of Tyrells.


    Margery wanted Joffrey to see how much the people loved him in an attempt to please him. So, she had the city guard gather the people in front of the Red Keep and coerced Joffrey to go with her to greet them.


    But when they came out to see the crowd, she didn''t expect to see the hate on their faces.


    Then, the crowd began cheering. However, they were not meant for Joffrey.


    Away from prying eyes, even the soldiers who were native to King''s Landing struck their spears to the ground their swords to their shields in support of the crowd.


    Their cheers resonated throughout King''s Landing, shaking the very ground and the walls of the kingdom, raising panic in the hearts of the nobles.


    Margery fearfully glanced at Joffrey, expecting him to throw a tantrum. But all she saw was fear... Fear of the man being referred to in the chants.


    Joffrey ran back into the Red Keep and shut himself in his chambers. He lied down on his bed, cried and clamped tightly on his ears, but the noise didn''t stop and only got louder. The queen, Margery and the guards kept asking for him to open the doors. Joffrey screamed again and again but no matter what he did, he kept hearing...


    ''Maelstrom!''


    ''Maelstrom!''


    ''Maelstrom!''

 Chapter 14

    The negotiations with the leaders of Second Sons left a bad taste in Edwyn''s mouth. Oh well, what could one expect from the leaders of sellswords who can only think with their d.i.c.ks?


    The way they talked to Daenerys infuriated Edwyn to no end. But he controlled his anger. Although, that couldn''t be said about the little queen who was being very aggressive in the spar.


    Daenerys had improved exponentially since the day Edwyn began her training. With her nostrils flaring with anger and annoyance, she slashed her short sword at Edwyn''s abdomen only to miss by a hair''s breadth. Following the momentum, she spun around and attacked Edwyn with a powerful diagonal slash, her sword tearing through the air, intending to split Edwyn''s body into two.


    But Edwyn just backed away and once again made the slash miss himself by a hair''s breadth. Daenerys was getting agitated the more she missed and the infuriating smirk on Edwyn''s face was not helping.


    Roaring like a baby dragon, Daenerys pushed herself off the ground and towards Edwyn and stabbed at his c.h.e.s.t. A normal knight would have already lost his life. Edwyn was anything but normal.


    Edwyn parried the sword away and slash at Daenerys'' head. Raising the small shield in her other hand, she parried Edwyn''s attack only to be backhanded by his b.a.r.e hand. Despite holding back a lot, Edwyn''s attack sent Daenerys flying and she landed badly on the ground.


    Edwyn immediately placed his sword at her throat, indicating that the spar was over.


    Not even a little bit out of breath, Edwyn said, "Your anger was a hindrance in this spar. Had you been level headed you''d have seen that backhand and dodged it."


    Grinding her teeth, Daenerys shot back, "I haven''t seen any kind of improvements in my self since the day you began this... training. I''m never able to land a blow on you!"


    Edwyn raised an eyebrow and said, "No improvements? Huh! Alright then, little queen. Tomorrow we''ll do something different. Now go, take a bath and rest. We need to discuss how we''ll deal with the Second Sons."


    Edwyn sheathed the sword and walked away as Missandae tended to Daenerys.


    Edwyn walked towards the Unsullied who were training with blunt spears. Daenerys had banned them from using edged steel in spars as she didn''t want any of them to get unnecessarily injured.


    Grey Worm was fighting against another unsullied. The man was chosen as their leader and he certainly had the skill to back his title.


    Edwyn tilted his head and smiled. Barristan, who was standing beside him shuddered, not knowing what the red-eyed prince was smiling about. Such gestures were very rare to be seen from the prince.


    With his voice shaking, he asked, "P-Prince Edwyn, Mind telling me what you''re smiling for?"


    Edwyn''s eyes slowly trailed towards Barristan as his smile transformed into a cheshire cat-like grin.


    "Nothing, Barristan. Come on, I need to loosen my muscles a bit. Daenerys still isn''t good enough."


    Barristan sighed and followed Edwyn to one of the many sparring areas. Sometimes, he wished he wasn''t as good a knight as he was. It would have saved him from the numerous beatings he received in spars from Edwyn.


    As the crescent moon rose high into the sky, Edwyn sat inside his tent and meditated. Things in Westeros were stabilizing in the favour of the Lannisters. But, due to the efforts of Borgy and his men, the people of King''s Landing had begun praising Edwyn like a messiah. He had no clue what he was supposed to do about that. He actually had no d.e.s.i.r.e to rule as the king. Really, other than finding the truth about his rebirth in Planetos and ending all suffering the rich inflict upon the poor, he never thought of anything else that he wanted to do or achieve.


    A sudden appearance of a foreign aura in the range of Edwyn''s senses alerted him. He immediately walked out of his tent, a tanto suddenly appearing in his hand.


    The man to whom the aura belonged, snuck behind an Unsullied and hit him hard on the back of his head, rendering the Unsullied unconscious.


    Edwyn moved swiftly, his steps so quiet and light that they barely left a footprint in the sand.


    The Unsullied was being stripped of his armour when Edwyn grabbed the attacker from his hair and threw him far away from the camp.


    Daario Naharis was flung away like a small sack of grains. Not letting him fall, Edwyn grabbed him by his armour and swiftly took all his weapons away.


    Just in a matter of a few moments, Daario was defeated. Alarmed and more than a little scared, he stared at Edwyn with wide eyes and said, "Whoa! Hold on! Hold on! I am not here to harm anyone!"


    Edwyn narrowed his menacing red eyes and pushed the tip of his tanto in his neck, drawing a small amount of blood and said, "Didn''t seem like it. You knocked that Unsullied out cold and were about to wear his clothes to infiltrate into our camp. The only reason you''re still alive is because you didn''t kill that guard. You''re one of the leaders of Second Sons, aren''t you? The youngest one. I saw you disgustingly leering at Daenerys earlier today."


    Edwyn sniffed and continued, "There''s a smell of fresh blood coming from that sack tied to your waist. What nonsense are you trying to pull? Is this a tactic of yours to supposedly instil fear?"


    Daario gulped nervously and tried to defend himself, "A-As I was saying, I''m not here to harm anyone! I wanted..."


    Only to be harshly interrupted by Edwyn''s growl, "You''ve got nothing to say that I want to hear. Your life will depend upon the decision Daenerys will make. Try anything and you''ll find yourself reduced to a pile of flesh and broken bones and under unsurmountable pain. Nod if you understand."


    Daario exhaled out and nodded. A few minutes later, he found himself in front of a big tent, a familiar smell of fresh flowers coming from inside.


    Edwyn saw the expression on Daario''s face and sneered, ''Horny asshole.''


    Looking towards the tent, he noticed the guards at the tent''s entrance or a sheer lack of them.


    ''Where the f.u.c.k did the guards go?''


    Edwyn called out, "Daenerys!"


    A startled and uncertain voice was heard from the tent, "Ed-Edwyn?!"


    "Yeah... are you decent?"


    "Wh-What?!"


    "Tsk! I asked if you are decently dressed. We have an intruder."


    It took Daenerys ages to come out of her tent.


    Edwyn raised an eyebrow when he saw Daenerys. Her face was flushed and her breath was a little erratic. When her eyes fell upon him, her blush intensified and she immediately looked away.


    Edwyn lightly sniffed. Hidden inside the heavy scent of flowers, there was another scent... the scent of a woman...


    ''Ah... she sent the guards away so that they don''t hear her... ehm...''


    Edwyn cleared his throat, "Well... we can talk about that later..."


    Daenerys closed her eyes in embarrassment as blood threatened to start oozing out of her cheeks.


    Edwyn cleared his throat again and continued, "So, as I said, we have this intruder. So I brought him to you."


    Daenerys meekly responded, "Wh-Why didn''t you deal with him? Why bring him to me?"


    "Because you are the queen of these people who follow you. This asshole knocked one of the Unsullied out and was about to steal his clothes to infiltrate."


    Immediately, Daenerys transformed from a meek maiden into a fierce dragon and asked the man held firmly by Edwyn, "You... You are one of the three leaders of the Second Sons. Why did you come to our camp?"


    Daario glanced nervously at Edwyn and responded, "I came here to pledge my sword to you. The other two wanted to kill you... but I had different ideas."


    Even though it was minuscule, Daenerys and Edwyn noticed the man once again leering at her.


    Daenerys clenched her jaw and said, "I have no use of men who stare at women like they are some ''things'' or ''possessions''."


    "No! Please listen to me!"


    Edwyn smirked deviously and started dragging Daario away, ignoring the man''s hopeless pleas.


    Stopping before doing the dirty work, Edwyn turned around and stared at Daenerys who was staring at him with big and innocent eyes, her face once again beginning to redden as her c.h.e.s.t heaved.


    His expression softened as sorrow welled up inside his c.h.e.s.t. Daenerys'' expression and the emotion reflecting from her eyes reminded him of someone.


    ''Hinata...''


    Edwyn gave her a sad smile and walked away with Daario, leaving a nervous Daenerys to her musings.


    A/N: Sup! I''m still alive... As some of you may have read in the latest chapter of my BNHA fanfic, I''ve been going through some difficult times. Some psychological issues that were getting out of control and making me stare at fans and sharp objects with longing... Anyway, I''m on medication and have been stuck in New Delhi with my sister and her husband. I apologise for not releasing any chapters but I was not in the right state of mind.


    Hope you all are safe in this global pandemic and haven''t caught this novel virus. If you did, hope you recovered and are healthy now. Stay safe! I''ll continue writing but don''t expect regular updates.


    Thanks for your patience and understanding.

 Chapter 15

    Edwyn took his time as he dealt with the young captain of the Second Sons. With the way Daenerys had responded to the poor sod''s attempt of pledging his fealty to her, Edwyn was certain that the Second Sons would not be shackled by their life much longer.


    Looking at the broken and bloody man in front of him, Edwyn walked towards the man and placed his hand on his head.


    "I gotta thank Ino for teaching this to me. ''Yamanaka Hijutsu: Saiko Denshin''."


    Soon after, Daario''s every secret and knowledge about Essos was learnt by Edwyn.


    Grabbing Daario''s skull, Edwyn said, "You are a good fighter and a survivor. But your intentions of joining Daenerys'' cause weren''t pure. *Sigh* Why can''t any man in this world think with their brain and not always chase after what pleased their d.i.c.k? None can understand what that girl went through. Used by her brother like a possession... What kind of sick bastard would tell his own sister that he''d let thousands of men and even their horses f.u.c.k her to get an army?! That Khal wasn''t any better."


    Edwyn sighed sadly. To think he was ranting in front of a man he was about to kill. A man that was already half dead.


    "Even I wasn''t any different. She has a good heart and the presence of a ruler. A brave young woman who persevered in the face of adversity. But all you depraved men see is a woman you want to f.u.c.k. This world is sick, filled with trash who don''t give a shit about human life."


    Edwyn growled, "I despise that! Seeing what the Second Sons have done in their years of being sellswords, I''ll make sure that none of those scoundrels lives to see another day!"


    Edwyn proceeded to apply pressure through his grip. Daario whimpered and began screaming hin pain and horror as Edwyn''s fingers dug into his skull.


    Through the silence of the night, Daario''s screams could be heard all across the land. With a sickening crunch, the nightmarish screams finally ended and silence repossessed the night.


    The Unsullied gave Edwyn wide berths of space as he strolled back to the camp. He walked up to Daenerys. But unlike what he expected, she didn''t flinch at the sight of his face and armour drenched with blood. She walked up to him and silently handed him a clean piece of cloth to wipe away Daario''s remains.


    Edwyn stared into her eyes, searching for any kind of disgust or fear, but all he saw was concern.


    He quietly accepted the cloth and began cleaning himself.


    Daenerys said softly, "I''ve asked an Unsullied to warm some water for you to wash up."


    Her voice was filled with uncertainty. She looked down and continued, "I must apologise. I heard what you said to that man."


    Upon seeing Edwyn narrowing his eyes, she hastily said, "It wasn''t intentional! I was worried since you hadn''t returned for some time and wanted to see if everything was alright! Of course, I knew that man couldn''t possibly do anything to you... Or any other man in the realm... or any realm, perhaps. But I just wanted to be sure..."


    Edwyn interrupted her by placing the finger of his clean hand on her lips and softly reprimanded, "Hush... you''re blabbering... Daenerys."


    The dragon queen''s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Edwyn removed his finger, letting her continue, "I thank you... for the words you said about me. I am grateful and glad that you think of me that way and I give you my solemn vow that I will never turn out to be like my father. I shall be the kind of a ruler you could be proud of."


    Slowly, a genuine smile bloomed on his face. A smile so rare that Barristan had to try his best not to gasp.


    Edwyn placed his hand on her blushing cheek as her eyes shimmered in the light of the moon. In a warm tone, something that never had been heard from him, he said, "I am already proud, Daenerys. Against all odds... and myself... you managed to achieve something no man or woman could ever achieve in this wretched world. You earned my trust and belief. You made me see that this world deserves a chance. For that I''m thankful. My sword shall remain by your side in your quest to rule the seven kingdoms."


    Daenerys''s heart fluttered, her eyes quivering with emotion. She had finally gained his trust. She had made her vow fully knowing the consequences of failing in doing what she had said. Pride and determination bubbled inside her c.h.e.s.t. Yet, all those feelings were overpowered by the strange tingle in the pit of her stomach. It felt like... butterflies cheerfully flapping their wings. Daenerys wanted to hold on to that feeling for a few moments longer.


    Walking away from her, Edwyn could sense the myriad of emotions she was feeling. The smile on his face grew as he felt her holding on to one emotion he least expected to appear. After so many years of breathing in the air filled with hate, the sense of Daenerys'' feelings was like a tiny ray of light coming from somewhere in a tunnel without an end.


    (NAGOT)


    Daenerys stared nervously at Edwyn as he handed her a blunt sword and a mini shield. Opposite to her stood Grey Worm, the leader of the Unsullied, holding a blunt lance.


    Daenerys whispered to Edwyn, "I don''t think I''m ready to face someone like him."


    Edwyn smiled and said, "Trust me, you''re more than ready. You not being able to land a hit on me doesn''t show that you''re or you aren''t improving. I''m just... too strong. Spar with him and see for yourself how much you''ve improved."


    Daenerys nodded and took a deep breath. She looked at Grey Worm and saw him taking a stance. Her immediately began seeing all the openings she could exploit, the slight increase in his pulse as he saw her determined expression told her that he was somehow getting nervous.


    Grey Worm never thought he would ever sense such danger from his queen. He tried his best to stay calm, yet his body wasn''t listening to him. His palms were sweating due to the aura that seemed to emanate from Daenerys.


    Daenerys watched as it took Grey Worm forever to thrust his lance at her. The thrust was so weak and it made her angry that he was holding back. Annoyed at him, she sidestepped his pitiful attempt to stab her and bashed her shield into his torso, flinging him tens of feet away.


    Grey Worm''s eyes widened in utter shock as he saw his queen sidestep his thrust. Her shield suddenly began glowing with a whitish light. With blinding speed, Daenerys bashed into him and sent flung him high into the air. He landed with a thud and he g.r.o.a.n.e.d in immense pain.


    Edwyn immediately stopped Daenerys who was looking at her shield in shock.


    "That''s the result of your training, Daenerys. With the air almost saturated with magic, how could I neglect to teach you how to wield it? You just never realised."


    Daenerys'' head snapped towards him as she exclaimed, "I can wield magic?!"


    Edwyn chucked, "Of course you can. With your dragons purifying the magic in the air and releasing it back, you''ve learnt to wield it in its purest form. Rejoice, Daenerys. You are now strong enough to take on an entire battalion. Your path to the conquest of the seven kingdoms just became a whole lot easier."


    (NAGOT)


    A/N: Sup lovely readers!!! This shameless author is back with a new chapter!!! Good news is that I''m recovering and the medication and therapy has helped a lot. Still, I''m not sure if I can update more frequently so don''t expect much. Thanks for reading!! Stay safe and have a nice day or a night with sleep full of wonderful dreams.

 Chapter 16 - Authors note

    So...


    It has been over two months since I released a chapter. I apologize for that.


    The thing is... a few days ago... my pillow crawled on top of my face and my arms pressed down on it, cutting my airflow...


    Then I remembered that I still hadn''t finished this fic and the other, BNHA one.


    So the pillow jumped off my face.


    Now I''m keeping pillows away along with knives and other sharp objects. To think a pillow can be life-threatening????


    My doctor increased the dose of my meds when I told them what my pillow tried to do.


    Well... I''m still dealing with the... psych issues and there isn''t much improvement it seems.


    Writing this stuff and sharing it, I thought it''ll be helpful. So I''m sharing this with you lovely readers.


    I''ll release the next chapter sometime in the future.

 Chapter 17 - Update

    Chpater 16 to be released tomorrow ????????


    Till that time.. a poll!!


    Pairings for Edwyn:


    1. Daenerys


    2. Sansa


    3. Margaery


    4. Arianne Martell


    5. Any of the Sand sisters


    6. Asha Greyjoy


    7. Missandei


    9. No pairings


    I already have the choice in mind but would like to know what you readers want. May change my choice. A single line reason for your choice would be handy.


    P.S. It''s not Daenerys.

 Chapter 18 - 16

    With the leaders of the Second Sons dead, the whole sell sword army was in a disarray.


    The masters of Yunkai were forcing them to act against Daenerys but without any leadership, the whole army was beginning to lose morale, striken with internal strife for new leadership and abanonment by the more fearful.


    The masters, seeing the situation turning against their favour, called for a red priestess to pray for something to happen which could turn the situation around. Countless of slaves were burnt alive to appease the ''Lord of Light''.


    Back at the Targaryen camp, Edwyn was reading another letter from Borgy while Daenerys patiently stood aside. As he finished reading, he chucked and helplessly shook his head.


    Curious, Daenerys asked, "What is it?"


    Edwyn sighed and replied, "I am adored by the common folk of King''s Landing. Since the day I stepped into its streets, I worked hard to protect them from the sc.u.m that preyed upon the innocent. Due to that, I gained loyalty of not only the common folk, but also the men of the city watch and the army."


    Edwyn looked at Daenerys who was listening intently and continued, "When Joffrey ascended to the throne, he killed Ned Stark and made an enemy out of the entire north, all the while Stannis and Renley Baratheon declared themselves as kings and the war broke out. King''s landing suffered because of it."


    "I knew that such a time may come and had taken a lot of measures so that the common folk don''t starve. But my men, who were tasked to provide the people with grain and cloth, told everyone that I am the rightful king and all the provisions they were getting were because of me. They believed me to be their saviour. The hatred they had for Joffrey, it has become worship for me."


    "Now, they want Joffrey to leave the throne and for me to rule. Everything I''ve ever done was for the good of the common folk. But I don''t want to rule. I don''t want to be shackled by that throne."


    Daenerys had conflicted feelings in her heart. Edwyn was the one whom the common folk wanted as their king. So, if she ascends as the ruler and sits on the iron throne, will she be as loved and as accepted as Edwyn? That single thought was always present as an itch that would never go.


    Despite Edwyn training her and saying that she had his sword by her side, he was still free to do as he pleased, a wild card.


    Edwyn could feel the conflict and jealousy in Daenerys'' heart. But, he refused to help her. It was her decision to make whether she wanted him to accept her as his queen. It was the last and the final test he had for Daenerys. If she passed, Edwyn would gladly place the crown on her head. But if she failed and gave in to her fears...


    As Edwyn kept sensing the doubts and fears blooming in Daenerys'' heart, the sourness in his throat kept building up. He anticipated her to feel that way but the change in her thoughts was too rapid. At one moment she was like a maiden listening to her knight but when he finished, she was nothing but a power hungry noble who was seeing a threat to her status standing before her. He glanced towards her and said, "Come on, it''s time for a spar."


    It wasn''t normal.


    During the spar, Daenerys spared no chance. All of her strikes were meant to kill Edwyn. Her slashes kept getting wilder and the corruption of her aura became evident.


    Someone or something was influencing her. It couldn''t be the red priestess. Her god was already dead.


    Edwyn threw the enraged Daenerys away with a backhand and knocked her out. He ignored Missandei who was glaring daggers at him and focused on the darkness that was leaving Daenerys.


    It was something foul. Worse than what he felt at Valyria.


    ''These f.u.c.k.i.n.g gods, why can''t they wait for me to kill them that they come here looking for an earlier end.''


    The dormant madness in Daenerys was unleashed. Even if it was for a few moments, it was enough to make Edwyn more guarded around Daenerys.


    As Daenerys was carried to her tent, Barristan walked up to him and said, "She was very fierce today."


    Edwyn glanced at Barristan and sighed, "Fierce isn''t the word for it. She was murderous. Just when I thought she was coming around this shit happens."


    Edwyn clenched his jaw, his face transforming into a feral snarl and said, "The gods up there are against us, Barristan. They''ve been against us since the very beginning."


    Barristan took a few steps away from Edwyn when he felt the prince''s maddening bloddl.u.s.t. He felt like he was standing next to a savaged beast trying to break away from its rusty shackles.


    Edwyn began walking towards Yunkai. He watched Barristan step away and said while chuckling, "Do not fear me, old man."


    "Wh-where are you going, your grace?"


    "Essos is a terrible land, Barristan. For someone like me who can sense the emotions of men and women, you can''t even imagine how maddening it is to feel the plight of the slaves. The Yunkish have burnt countless slaves alive to appease a god. I could feel their despair, I could hear their pleas for help yet I did nothing. These masters are irredeemable. Before I return to Westeros, I will cleanse this land and I am starting right now, with Yunkai."


    Having said that, Edwyn drew ''Doomslayer'' from it''s scabbard. Like Rh''llor, the corruption of the masters had doomed Essos.


    The reddish aura of the sword intensified as if it had sensed Edwyn''s bloodl.u.s.t. He could almost feel the sword humming with anticipation.


    ''Let''s start with the Second Sons.''


    (NAGOT)


    The feeling of fear was so intense that it petrified each and every man of the sellsword army.


    A figure emerged from afar, carrying a glowing sword in its hand.


    They immediately knew that they were powerless. They knew that no matter what they did, the being in front of them was unbeatable.


    Then, the being spoke, "Men of the Second Sons! It is commendable that you chose to stay after all of your leaders were slain! As a commander, I am here to deliver your last orders."


    "When you are up against someone you cannot defeat, you draw your weapons!"


    They did it instinctively. So shaken by fear, their bodies acted to the command on their own.


    "Synchronize your breathing!"


    The second command snapped them out of their stupor. They knew that a fight was inevitable. But seeing just one man standing in front of them, they began steeling their nerves and unified their breathing.


    "Charge as one!"


    "And die..."


    All it took was a minute..


    A minute of carnage, of slaughter, of blood and limbs and heads and then...!


    Silence...


    The land was painted red in a sea of blood. The air itself was replaced by a bloody mist dying everything crimson that came in contact with it.


    The Yunkish masters soon arrived with the leftover soldiers at the battlefield and they saw a a man drenched in blood, standing tall among mangled and scattered bodies of the Second Sons.


    Edwyn turned around, looked at the terrified masters and smiled.


    He was a demon who came from the absolute depths of hell and was there to feast upon the flesh of mortals.


    (NAGOT)


    EDIT: BAHAHAHA!! For the first time in almost an year am I seeing one of my fanfics. in top 100!!! What a rise!!

 Chapter 19 - 17

    Death and despair.


    In the wake of Edwyn''s manslaughter, the masters witnessed their worst nightmares. Anyone who was deemed guilty in Edwyn''s eyes was punished.


    Hanging upside down with their toes nailed to the walls of Yunkai, their p.e.n.i.ses cut off and used as gags, their bodies doused in viscous poison and slowly getting skinned as the poison trikled down their legs towards their torso, the masters could do nothing but live through the horrors being inflicted upon them.


    Razdal Mo Eraz screamed to the heavens above, pleading forgiveness yet his redemption never came. He realised a little too late. Daenerys wasn''t the real threat. No, it was the monster in human skin. The demon who reaped through the Second Sons like a sickle cutting grass.


    Edwyn Baratheon, the dreaded Maelstrom against whom no one wished to raise their swords.


    What happened to Yunkai was soon made known to the entire land of Essos.


    Masters of Mereen and New Ghis were terrified of him. The mear thought of him planning to attack them next was eating their sleep away. Their tall pyramids, their legacy, their gold and armies felt small and insignificant against the storm of bloodshed and carnage.


    Urgent meetings were held. The worahipers of the red god were consulted. Something... anything that could work against that animal, the masters spend every ounce of gold they had to amass an army of hundreds of thousands.


    New Ghis and Mereen joined hands in launching a combined attack against Daenerys and her army of ten thousand unsullied.


    Many laughed at them for taking so many measures against such a small army.. but the masters knew better.


    Back in Yunkai, Daenerys was pacing around in her chambers. Edwyn had went ahead and conquered Yunkai on his own unlike they had originally planned. She cursed herself for letting her doubts infuence her to such an extent. She should have known better. Edwyn didn''t want to be a king. She had his support so it didn''t matter if she sat on the throne. As long as he was beside her, she would have the support of the common folk.


    ''But, every Queen needs a King...''


    She blushed a little and shook the thoughts away. Edwyn hadn''t responded to her advances. Clearly, he didn''t think of her to be someone he could love.


    The pain in her c.h.e.s.t at the thought of it was unbearable. He was someone who understood her. She was Daenerys Stormborn of house Targaryen, the unburnt, the mother of dragons and yet, she felt detached. But Edwyn, he made her feel like she was much more. With him, she could forget about all of her worries.


    Edwyn was her sun and more than anything, even more than being the Queen of the Seven kingdoms, she wanted to live happily with him by her side.


    She prayed that because of her moment of selfishness and jealousy, she hadn''t ruined the trust she had so painstakingly build in Edwyn.


    As she was thinking, Missandei entered her chambers and said, "Your Grace, Ser Jorah is here to see you."


    Daenerys stopped and said while nodding, "Send him in."


    Jorah Mormont, the exiled knight had been with her since the time she was sold off to Drogo. He had been her advisor and her confidante. But ever since Edwyn arrived, Jorah was overshadowed by the sheer presence and magnificence of the red eyed prince.


    Warmth filled her eyes as Jorah entered her chambers and bent his knee to greet her.


    Daenerys smiled and said, "Rise, Ser Jorah."


    "Khaleesi, I have come here with a plea."


    Confused, she asked, "A plea?"


    Jorah nodded and said, "Aye, Khaleesi. Since the moment Edwyn Baratheon began travelling with us, he has been manipulating you under the guise of guidance. He is a dangerous man, Khaleesi. You saw yourself what he did to the Second Sons and the masters. What''s stopping him from slaughtering the rest of us?"


    Daenerys looked at Jorah incredulously. To think he would say something like that..


    Angry, Daenerys spoke while clenching her jaw, "Jorah Mormont! Do not speak of him in such a way or I will have your tongue removed!!"


    Jorah panicked and hastily said, "Khaleesi! What I am saying is the truth! He conquered Yunkai in your stead! The former slaves see him as their saviour and not you. The masters of Mereen and New Ghis, they are afraid of him instead of you! What if when you sit on the iron throne, the people don''t acknowledge you as their queen? They worship him! As long as he is alive, you will never be accepted as the Queen of the seven kingdoms."


    Daenerys'' c.h.e.s.t heaved as she barely managed to hold herself back from killing the insolent man.


    Eyes red with anger, she roared, "The nerve of you, Jorah Mormont!! Edwyn has helped me in ways you will never understand! It was my error, my envy that caused yesterday''s fight! If he ever decided to be the king then he shall have ''my'' sword by his side!! Do not, ever, try to poison me with your words! Leave my presence before your head leaves your body!!"


    Jorah was literally blown away by the wrathful aura Daenerys was emitting. He quickly scambled on his feet and ran with his tail tucked between his legs like a dog.


    Daenerys took a few deep breaths and calmed down.


    ''I will never betray Edwyn.''


    Behind Edwyn were a pair of father and son cowering away from the dragon.


    "You dumbass dragon!!"


    Drogon roared at being insulted and bared its teeth.


    Edwyn continued, "How many times do I have to tell you not to eat random people?! If you are hungry then you are supposed to hunt in the wilderness!! Get that in your f.u.c.k.i.n.g head you piss a.s.s reptile!!!"


    Enough! The human may be someone his mother loved but no one insults a dragon and lives to tell the tale...!


    Or so the poor dragon thought.


    The moment Drogon breathed out a stream of fire at him, Edwyn shook his head in disappointment.


    He made a seal with his hand and then...


    ''Majestic Destroyer Flame.''


    He tried to evade but the sea of fire was too wide and fast for him and so it hit him directly into the c.h.e.s.t. Drogon roared and shrieked in pain.


    Through the fire, Edwyn emerged with a glowing blue orb and said, "It''s about time you recieved a spanking for being a spoilt brat."


    (NAGOT)


    A/N: Hi lovely readers!! Ugh.. my thimbs hurt from typing this chapter... Sooo Daenerys'' intentions are pretty clear. But, will Edwyn ever reciprocate? To be honest, it depends on how I feel... I''ve been thinking of ways to pair him with others. It''s still work in progress so pairing is undecided.


    Since Edwyn wants to return to Westeros asap, the timeline is a little different. Unlike the canon, here Yunkai is conquered way before. Rob Stark is still alive so you now have an idea where the story is according to canon.

 Chapter 20 - Update delay

The next chapter will be delayed for a few hours because of network issues. Sorry for the inconvenience.

 Chapter 21 - 18

    Daenerys was cooing at a very wounded Drogon as the lizard w.h.i.n.ed, his head resting in her l.a.p. She looked up at the person responsible for beating her baby up and said while grinding her teeth, "How dare you do this to Drogon?!"


    Edwyn sighed in annoyance and said, "The glutton was about cook a pair of father and son and have them for supper. Good for him I smacked him around for a bit. You should teach them how to behave properly."


    Drogon w.h.i.n.ed and hid his face in Daenerys'' l.a.p. But when he saw the disproving look on his mother''s face, he went back to his brothers who were constantly snorting which kinda sounded like laughter.


    Edwyn sighed again and said, "Walk with me, Daenerys."


    As the two took a stroll around Yunkai, the surviving masters and the former slaves greeted them with bows, their eyes either held fear or worship.


    Edwyn predicted a headache would soon be inflicted upon him as he was being greeted like a king. But, he was surprised upon seeing Daenerys'' response.


    She was smiling. It wasn''t a fake smile a ruler would give to their people nor an arrogant one. Her smile was from genuine happiness. Given the strange gleam in her eyes, she was liking the fact that Edwyn and her were being seen as their king and queen.


    ''Just great! I don''t want to deal with that right now.''


    Edwyn took a glance at Daenerys who was lost in her own world.


    ''Well, I can''t really deny that she''s incredibly pretty. One can say that her beauty is pure and angelic. She is benevolent and too kind for this world. A survivor... Just like Hinata...''


    Edwyn took a second look at her.


    Her gentle brows, her eyes shining like a pearl, a small nose and her buttery smooth skin, she was too much like Hinata.


    ''But she''s not Hinata...''


    As if she could sense the emotional turmoil in his heart, Daenerys looked at him in worry. She couldn''t understand what was troubling him but still, she wanted to comfort him with a gentle c.a.r.e.s.s to his hand yet she didn''t, too afraid of his reaction.


    Her worries did not escape Edwyn''s eyes and it only cemented his view of her.


    He gulped his emotional turmoil down and was about to speak when suddenly, a wave a despair and horror invaded his senses.


    He stopped and expanded his senses while Daenerys began getting exceedingly worried.


    After a few tense moments, Edwyn turned to Daenerys, his eyes glowing with hellish flames of rage. With barely controlled growl, he said, "Give the order to mobilize the Unsullied. We are marching to Meereen. Tell them to take everything light as we will be travelling at the fastest pace possible. Also, leave Jorah here to look after Yunkai."


    Daenerys immediately sensed the urgency and rushed back to the central pyramid, barking out orders to the Unsullied.


    All it took was an hour for the army to be ready to march out. Edwyn addressed Daenerys, "I will be going ahead of you as the speed of the marching army will slow me down. Make haste and get there. You''ll know why I''m in such a hurry when you reach Meereen."


    Daenerys could only nod as Edwyn dashed ahead leaving a dense cloud of dust in his wake.


    She nodded to Grey Worm and rode off to Mereen with an army of ten thousand unsullied in tow.


    Everyone was tense as they were unaware of the happenings and the reason for such mass mobilization of the army.


    It took the army three days to march from Yunkai and reach Meereen. What they saw there left them flabbergasted and horrified.


    Soon, one by one, the look alikes began disappearing in a puff of smoke. After asking the army of unsullied to stay and burn all the corpses, Daenerys dismounted her horse and walked through the field alone, looking at the faces of all the dead children, thinking of all the kinds of horrors they were put through by the masters.


    Anger and vengefulness engulfed her being. When she saw Edwyn standing alone facing the walls of Meereen, she got incredibly worried and hurried towards him.


    "Ed..."


    She never expected to hear the sounds of him crying.


    Edwyn sniffed and said in a trembling voice, "I failed to save them, Daenerys. All those children, I could hear their screams of terror as they were being nailed alive. But I was too slow, too late. Those masters, they did this in fear of me. This... all those children died because of me!!"


    She rushed for him and hugged him. Pulling his head down so that it could rest on her shoulder, she kissed his temple and consoled him as she rubbed the back of his head.


    "It''s not your fault, Edwyn. It was the masters. You did your best to save them, didn''t you?"


    Upon Edwyn nodding into her shoulder, she continued, her voice beginning to tremble, "Th-then let''s avenge their deaths. The masters think that they will dissuade us by this. But no, they only hastened their end."


    She could feel him taking deep breaths. Finally, Edwyn stopped crying. But his grief was replaced by otherworldly wrath.


    Edwyn growled menacingly and said, "You are right, Daenerys. They hastened their end."


    As he left Daenerys'' embrace, the army of Meereen and New Ghis emerged from the gates of the city.


    Edwyn took a few steps towards the army of hundreds of thousands when he heard Daenerys call for him.


    He looked back at her and gave a sad smile. As a lone tear rolled down his cheek, he said, "Wait here for me, Daenerys. I didn''t ever want you to see what I am about to do. But they forced my hand."


    He turned around and raised his hand high, his palm facing the heavens.


    The wind picked up and began concentrating above his palm. Soon, a dreadful sound was heard as a spinning orb of wind formed in his palm with four blades entirely of wind constantly spinning around it.


    Everyone was awed by the strange display of magic.


    Then, Edwyn roared and threw the orb at the army of Meereen and New Ghis.


    What happened next shook everyone to their cores. The orb travelled at speeds unimaginable and when it struck, it detonated, engulfing a large amount of men and reduced them to nothingness.


    The screams of horror of the men being shredded could be heard leagues away. It shook the masters to their bones.


    But it wasn''t over. Soon, Edwyn began forming another rasenshuriken. The masters screamed to their archers to release their arrows at him before he threw another one of his attacks but they were too late.


    The next attack engulfed the arrows like twigs in a tornado and decimated another part of their army.


    Edwyn drew his sword ''Doomslayer'' from its sheath and whispered, "Second gate: Gate of healing, open."


    Within a matter of moments, he reduced the amassed army of hundreds of thousands to a sea of blood. It was an indiscriminate slaughter. None of the men were left alive.


    Drenched in blood, Edwyn raised his sword towards the terrified masters and said in an inhuman voice...


    Even though it was a whisper, the words shook the hearts of men all over Planetos. Even the gods trembled, some with anticipation and some in fear when they all heard...


    "You''re next."

 Chapter 22 - Update

    I need your help. I have too many ideas in my head to continue so I would like to know your opinion on how the plot should progress.


    1. Continue according to canon.


    2. Experiment and introduce a bunch of new stuff and add to the lore of Planetos giving Edwyn tougher enemies.


    3. Work on making Edwyn the king.


    4. Don''t even dare to do the 3rd.


    There.


    Vote on them. Let me know your opinion! The next chapter depends on this!! The lives of your favorite characters depend on this!!! RAGNAROK DEPENDS ON THIS!!!!!!


    Uhm...


    Obviously, because of being confused about the direction of the plot I have not written the chapter yet. There will be a delayed release. Not before 24th because I have my last major test on that day after tomorrow. Don''t worry. I''ll compensate you all with a longer chapter.


    Toodles!!

 Chapter 23 - 19

    A/N: Zero...


    (NAGOT)


    Something was different about the day.


    Cersei knew it the moment she woke up. The world around her strangely felt joyful. She should have been experiencing some form of pleasentness, but, the feeling of uncertainty, the dread crawling up her feet... No matter how much wine she drank, it just wouldn''t go away.


    Maybe it was the dream she had last night. A face made unrecognizable by blood with horrifying red eyes filled with unsurpassed rage, glaring at her very soul and behind it the sky painted red by the blood of its victims.


    ''You''re next.''


    She folded her arms around her body as she tried to suppress a shiver. As she walked ahead the dine for breakfast, she could see the tense countance of her beloved son Joffrey. Gods! He looked so pale.


    For the entire time she was there, no one uttered a single word. Not even Jamie and Tyrion. She knew something was wrong and she wanted answers.


    Cersei rushed towards the small council chamber with purpose. Her Joffrey hadn''t even taken a bit before he ran back to his chambers, that doe eyed bitch following him soon after. She preyed her father could answer to her worries.


    As she barged in the council chamber, she barked, "Out! All of you! I need to talk to my father."


    Everyone looked towards the old lion who just nodded but not before taking a parchment away from Varys'' hands.


    Cersei waited for everyone to leave and she was about to begin when Tywin said, "I know why you are here. Take a seat."


    (NAGOT)


    Meanwhile, Edwyn was sitting on top of the walls of Meereen. Before him was an apocalyptic scene of decimated land and burning remains of his foes.


    The masters who were found guilty by him were down on their knees, screaming to the gods as Edwyn''s clones skinned them, their ribs pulled out from their spines and spread out forming boney wings.


    He sensed Daenerys climbing the steps up to the wall he was sitting on. As she approached him, she made sure not to let her eyes wander towards the gruesome execution of the former masters.


    Taking a seat next to Edwyn with her back facing the execution, Daenerys took a deep breath and asked, "Why did you go to such lengths to punish them? This... is barbaric."


    Edwyn''s voice was morose as he replied, "I wanted to see if their would get angered or not. Apparently, the Harpy doesn''t exist."


    At Daenerys'' questioning gaze, he elaborated, "They preyed to the Harpy, a half human half avian being whom they thought to be their god. I wanted to see if she existed."


    "And if she did?"


    "Then I''d have faced her in battle and slayed her. She wouldn''t have been the first one to die by my hands."


    Daenerys'' eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.


    Edwyn mirthlessly chuckled at her expression and continued, "Before coming to Essos to search for you, I went to Valyria to uncover its mystery. What I found there was something no one could have expected. The god those red priestesses and priests prey to, R''hllor, had made the island his domain."


    Daenerys was aghast. She knew Edwyn wouldn''t lie about it. But it was too bizarre.


    He continued, "He had sealed the entire magic of Planetos to his domain. The red fanatics who sacrificed people, R''hllor gained power from that. For more than four hundred years he leeched on the magic of this world so that he could become a true god."


    "If beings like him become gods just because they have the power... all those gods people prey to, they are just sc.u.mbags who became who they are because they were sick enough to play with the lives of others. Whosoever was responsible for my birth made the gravest of errors and now it''s going to cost them their lives."


    Daenerys took a lot of time for everything to sink in.


    "... Hold on, responsible for your birth?"


    Edwyn smirked and replied, "Took you long enough to notice that."


    But instead of elaborating, he quickly changed the topic by saying, "Do you want to know why I never responded or reciprocated your feelings towards me?"


    Daenerys looked at him like a deer caught in headlights.


    Edwyn said with a chuckle, "It''s painfully obvious to everyone around us. Or did you really think I wouldn''t hear you m.o.a.ning my name as you touch yourself at night?"


    Daenerys acted like her parents had caught her touching herself and then she didn''t know how to make the situation less embarrassing and awkward.


    Edwyn stared far away in melancholy and sadness and said, "There was a time when I was capable of loving a person. She was my life. Such a pure soul, she was so pure and innocent. But she was taken away from me. The gods separated us from each other. That was the moment I vowed to exact my vengeance upon them."


    He turned his head and looked into Daenerys'' moist eyes and continued, "You remind me so much about her. It''s hurts, so much, to be next to someone who is so similar yet so different from the one we lost. I cannot love you with a shattered heart that used to beat for someone else."


    Daenerys gasped with emotion as her tears ran down her face. It was devastating for her. Edwyn cupped her cheek and wiped away her tears.


    "I am sorry."


    (NAGOT)


    Back in Westeros, Cersei sat next to Tywin and patiently listened, "I had a night terror and I know you had a similar one. How? Because, Jamie, Kevan, Pycell and even the king had the same night terror. I believe it to be a sign from the Seven for us to beware. I do not know what, but you have to be careful with what you do and what you say."


    Tywin continued, "About the Starks, there''s no need to worry about them. I''ve made a deal."


    Cersei cleared her throat and took some calming breaths. She looked at the parchment in Tywin''s hands and asked, "What did the spider bring?"


    Upon her prompt, Tywin began to read and as he read, his eyes grew wider and his blood ran colder than the true North. The parchment fell out of his hands as his breath hitched in his throat. Cersei was shocked to see Tywin of all people to get so scared from something. She quickly snatched the parchment from the ground and read and was left terrified.


    "No.... no..." She repeated in absolute denial.


    Tywin finally caught his breath and whispered in terror.


    "A storm is coming our way... and with it will come the fires of vengeance... painting the realm red with our blood."


    On the parchment was a brief tale of desolation left in the wake of Edwyn''s wrath.


    Essos was uprooted and soon, they will be next.


    (NAGOT)


    Oh! That zero in the beginning? Yeah. That''s the number of shits I give about the assholes who hate without reason.

 Chapter 24 - 20

    The next morning, Edwyn and the rest were gathered in the council chambers.


    Edwyn was not able to sleep for the entire night. He knew very well how hard it was to mend a broken heart. Yet, he didn''t think twice before inflicting such pain upon Daenerys. So, there he stood, resting against the wall as his dulled gaze stared into the red and swollen eyes of Daenerys.


    Loathing and anger for himself began filling up in his heart. Unable to be in the presence of a distressed Daenerys, he quickly pushed himself off the wall and jump out from the window after quietly saying, "I''ll be on the city walls."


    The rest only shared looks among each other, choosing to not meddle. The only possible meddler, Jorah Mormont, was asked to stay back in Yunkai and govern the city in Daenerys'' stead.


    Daenerys suppressed her bleeding heart and began addressing the council.


    (NAGOT)


    Kinvara was scared. Her lord''s subjects were massacred in Meereen and Yunkai. The Lord of Light had awoken from his long slumber, his heart beginning to at his shrine.


    She had heard of it. A monumental development, a change in destiny had occured through the actions of the unknown. A consequence of them being her lord''s awakening. She could feel the raw power of her lord. Despite his heart being the part that survived in the long battle of the gods, he was regaining his power and already influencing the fates of many.


    But ''that'' abomination had ruined it all. He deprived her lord of his power when he killed so many of his followers.


    Her lord was apoplectic with rage. The nerve of a mere mortal to stand in his way, Kinvara would make it right for her lord. The abomination had to die. With Volantis having nearly eighty percent of its population as slaves, she knew just how to convince the Triarchs to sail towards Meereen with their armada.


    She addressed the three in the council chambers, "My lords, the lord of light has shown me a vision. It is of utmost importance. Or else Volantis will be in great peril..."


    But if the three refused, she had other... more carnal ways to pursuade them.


    Anything for the glory of the lord of light.


    (NAGOT)


    Edwyn had distanced himself from everyone else. He constantly ignored being around his acquaintances and threw himself into maniacal training regimens.


    His behavior was getting on Daenerys'' nerves. Despite his rejection, she still held deep feelings for him. Moreover, he was her friend who was hurting himself and it was unbearable to watch.


    So, she steeled herself and walked towards the secluded training ground with purpose.


    Edwyn was fighting against one of his clones. His clothes were destroyed, dried blood on his skin and cuts still fresh his clones had inflicted upon him. Their movements were sluggish, as if they were on their last legs and would collapse any moment. He hadn''t been able to sleep for four nights.


    The clone suddenly got distracted by Daenerys'' appearance and fell to a vertical slash to its head.


    Supporting himself against the sword and barely managing to remain standing, Edwyn asked quietly, "Why are you are?"


    Daenerys frowned and clenched her jaw. She marched towards him and grabbing his shoulders, she turned him to face her.


    She observed his tired face for a moment. The bags under his eyes and red sclera was enough to tell that he was punishing himself.


    She c.a.r.e.s.sed his jaw and whispered, "Please, stop putting yourself through this. Why are you doing this to yourself?"


    Edwyn staggered away from her and said, "No. I can''t. I won''t."


    "Please... give me one reason why..."


    Edwyn replied, a little louder this time, "Because I broke your heart! And it hurts.. so much!! I cannot forgive myself for hurting you... It''s crippling... "


    Daenerys couldn''t control anymore and tears began falling down her cheeks.


    "Yes.. it did hurt and it did break my heart... But what pains me more... much more is seeing you going through such pain! Hurting yourself! Do you have any idea how much it bleeds my heart to watch you suffer so much?! Yes! I love you!! If ''you'' do not... I can accept that... But I cannot accept you putting yourself through so much suffering!! It kills me... bit by bit... so please... stop..."


    Daenerys looked at him with uncertainity.


    With emotions running so wild, all Edwyn could do was wrap his lips around hers as he poured everything he felt for her in it.


    Daenerys was surprised but soon welcomed and reciprocated his feelings, kissing him back with heat and unconditional love. She didn''t repulse away from the stench of blood nor the taste of his tears.


    Edwyn felt like a part of him had broken through the chains of hate and anger. He could feel love again. It was overwhelming but he accepted it with all of him.


    As they broken the kiss, Edwyn hugged her with emence warmth.


    "I do love you, Daenerys." He said. "But I still hold the feelings for ''her''. I thought it wouldn''t fair to you... But in doing so.. all I did was hurt you more. Forgive me... If you''ll accept me... I vow to give my all to you."


    Daenerys lifted her head from his c.h.e.s.t and looked into his with unbridled love and joy. In response to his vow, she kissed him in an attempt to drown him in the tsunami of her love.


    (NAGOT)


    A/N: That''s that. Sorry for the short chapter. That was too much for me to type and I am a very emotional man. If it was too much cringe for you... I hope you won''t diss it... because I lived through those emotions as I typed and I''ll find it a little... hurtful. Again, sorry.

 Chapter 25 - The end

Edwyn kills all and marries Daenerys. They rule westeros. happy ending. good bye.


    I quit. No one is to blame for what I am about to do. I''ve just lost the will.

 Chapter 25 - 21

    "Tell me about her."


    Daenerys asked as she layed n.a.k.e.d next to Edwyn, their bodies hugging each other as if clinging for dear life.


    The moment Edwyn accepted his feelings for her, he fell hard. It was an emotion long lost to him. A new flame burned within his cold, frozen heart, slowly melting it away.


    "She was... like the full moon. Bright and gentle, the shining light in the darkness of the night. So pure at heart she wouldn''t hurt a soul if she had the choice."


    "She sounds like a goddess."


    Edwyn could hear the jealousy in her voice. He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze and said, "She was.. to her very end. I killed the man who took her away from me. I got my revenge but it never filled the abyss her death left in my heart."


    Daenerys gently kissed him and said, "But now you have me."


    Edwyn smiled and said, "Yeah.. You''re tenacious."


    "That I am."


    They stayed silent for a while, relaxing in the warmth of their bodies.


    "Edwyn?"


    "Hm?"


    "Now that we have conquered almost all of the Essos, what are you going to do next?"


    He exhaled out and said, "Like the legend of the Old Valyria, Westeros has its own legend of the White Walkers. I plan on visiting the North and going beyond the wall to investigate. If they are true, then they need to be exterminated for they are a threat to all the that''s alive."


    Daenerys was a little saddened. She just succeeded in making Edwyn her lover and he was already planning on leaving.


    "It was my plan all along. Take a look at you and see if you were worthy and groom you into a Queen who would rule the seven kingdoms. I never imagined that you would fall in love with me and I with you."


    Daenerys smiled and snuggled into his c.h.e.s.t.


    "I left Westeros looking for a purpose and I found one when I visited Old Valyria. The Doom was real and so was R''hllor. I need to visit the north of Westeros. While I''m gone, I want you rule Essos and select men and women who would rule in your stead when you finally set sail."


    Daenerys kissed him again and said, "Can''t you stay with me for a little while longer?"


    Edwyn smirked and replied, "The poeple of Kings Landing need to know that I''ve not abandoned them. I need to return to Westeros, the sooner the better. But, I understand you wanting me to stay. You''ll feel lonely.. and I can help you create some.. beautiful memories that will help you."


    Daenerys squeaked in surprise as she felt Edwyn''s fingers snake their way to her c.l.i.t.


    He kissed her, c.a.r.e.s.sing her with his fingers and p.l.e.a.s.u.r.ed her. Soon they were connected once again.


    She was twisting from one side to the other, her hands gathering up the soft sheets at her sides into knots, and it seemed her whole body grew pink, and the n.i.p.p.l.es of her b.r.e.a.s.ts looked as hard as if they were tiny stones. He could not resist them.


    She arched her back. Her b.r.e.a.s.ts were suffused with red. And as he drove into her, he felt her shudder violently with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.


    An awful cry was muffled by the hand over her mouth; she was shuddering so violently it seemed she all but lifted him on top of her.


    She shuddered against him, her legs quaking as he finished and when he finally looked up at her, he saw her hair was a wild tumble, and her face was glowing.


    She looked beautiful than ever.


    (NAGOT)


    Volantis mobilized its army and marched towards Meereen. The triarchs were convinced by Kinvara that Edwyn was a threat to their rule.


    Edwyn had already anticipated it. It was the last battle he would fight before going back to Westeros.


    The Volantian armada engulfed the horizon as it sailed towards Slavers'' Bay.


    Standing at the coast, Edwyn drew his sword ''Doomslayer'' from its scabbard, the blade of the sword glowing eery blood red. He could feel the chaotic magic inside the sword, ready to be unleashed on his prey.


    He roared and swung Doomslayer in an arc unleashing the sword''s power like scars of dusk.


    The attack blazed across the sea, cutting the waves and sh.i.p.s alike and painting the bay red with the blood of Volantian army.


    Daenerys and her dragons flew towards the sh.i.p.s and burnt them all.


    It wasn''t even a battle.


    Volantis was crushed and the triarchs were executed.


    Once again, the world was reminded of the godly power Edwyn possessed and his enemies grew even more terrified.


    (NAGOT)


    Chants echoed in the desolate temples of Ashai as the followers of the the lord of light. Kneeling in front of a giant beating heart, they preyed for their lord to protect their religion from the monster, the genocidal maniac who had become a bane to them.


    The land quaked in response to their prayers as a menacing darkness emanated from the heart.


    The fanatics chanted louder and louder as the quakes worsened and the temple began falling apart.


    An otherworldly roar was heard that rattled the souls of every living being in Ashai.


    Madness errupted in the hearts of men and darkness engulfed the land as eyes of corruption peered into their souls.


    Far away in Meereen, Edwyn was startled from his meditative trance. Eyes wide in shock, he sensed the corruption bleeding into the world.


    Ashai had fallen.


    Another doom had risen from the realms of hell.


    (NAGOT)


    A/N: Feels good to be writing again. Ah.. I missed this. I''m never gonna quit.

 Chapter 26 - 22

    What used to be the clear sky of Essos was now engulfed by clouds of malice. The very air reeked of evil and corruption. It was suffocating for Edwyn.


    Ashai was engulfed by a thick blanket of black mist that comprised of ash and soot and poisonous gases.


    He waited for skirmishes or attacks from people affected by the darkness but nothing happened. The clones he had sent to investigate were destroyed the moment they came within a few leagues of Ashai.


    At that time, Ashai was closed off to all. Anyone who entered the mist never returned alive. Yet, no matter the consequences, people and animals alike were drawn towards it. Corruption, madness and the power that came with it could get intoxicating and the mist promised all. Dried up corpses of its victims gathered at the edges of the mist and changed the very landscape.


    With fear gripping at the hearts of the common folk, Edwyn took drastic measures to dissuade people from venturing towards Ashai.


    Walls of cities were fortified and all routes to Ashai were closed off.


    The Dothraki were not so civilized nor so disciplined to fight against the pull of corruption emanating from Ashai. It was terrifying on another level because unlike the previous victims of the mist, no Dothraki were ever seen again. Not even their corpses.


    A month after the fall of Ashai, Edwyn set sail to Westeros leaving Daenerys with a clear plan.


    The world was undergoing a change for the worse. Edwyn was getting anxious. The air around him reeked of death and decay. It felt as if the world itself was dieing.


    He could feel it. The white walkers in Westeros, their magic was growing, proving their existance. But, there was another, far more powerful entity that dwarfed the deathly magic of the walkers. In Ashai, an old enemy was regaining its strength. Something primodial, far older than the walkers.


    As he set his gaze towards Westeros, his eyes shone bright with power.


    ''One enemy at a time... Naruto. One enemy at a time.''


    (NAGOT)


    "What is it, mother?" Rob Stark asked Catelyn who was holding a parchment in her hand.


    "Any word from ''him''? It has been months since we sent a raven."


    Rob clenched his jaw and replied, "Aye.."


    "And?"


    "He advises against it. He says not to trust the Freys. That the Weasels are not loyal to the Starks. They''re only loyal power... and we do not promise them more of it."


    Catelyn was miffed. Even though Walder Frey was an absolute filth of a man, his house was still a vassal of the Tully. Even more so was the fact that Rob was his king. Comitting regicide and breaking the guest rights, even Walder Frey wouldn''t do something so heinous.


    "That.. man doesn''t know Walder Frey like I do. He has no right of questioning our bannermen''s loyalty! He''s a half Lannister. His own father, Robert Baratheon hated him. We cannot trust the word of such a man!"


    Rob frowned at Catelyn''s words. Edwyn was the only one from the royal family who was remotely good to Jon. But...


    Far away on an abandoned shore, Edwyn shook his head in utter disappointment.


    ''Starks may be honorable but they are so f.u.c.k.i.n.g annoying! Utter dumbasses. Bet it was that bitch, Catelyn. That asshat isn''t any good. F.u.c.ker just turned out to be a horndog. Going back on his word to bone the first woman who stood out.''


    He jumped high and stood atop a rock and looked towards North.


    ''Still, no matter how much of a dumbass he is, Rob Stark is a key to bringing some order to Westeros. But, even with the gates, I doubt I will make it in time to save him.''


    Edwyn sighed in defeat.


    ''Damn it! This world is so troublesome. What a drag...


    .


    .


    ... F.u.c.k you Nara!!''


    (NAGOT)


    A/N: Super short chapter. Was bored so typed it.


    Anyway, got a challenge for you readers who want to start writing or are looking for some inspiration.


    A harry potter fanfic with an OMC. Could be a self insert.


    Here''s what I''m looking for to be in the fanfic.


    - Single hetero pairing. Exclude Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Fleur.


    - Good/Bad Dumbles. Don''t care. Preferably good coz it''s rare to see one these days.


    - F.u.c.k Snape in the b.u.t.t with a 20 feet pole. I hate him. No redemption for him.


    - No redemption for Malfoys


    - You know what? I would love it even more if James Potter is cucked and the MC changes the entire timeline with going after Lily Evans. Anyway...


    - Don''t make MC Harry''s spot boy.


    - MC has to be OP.


    - No screw ups or mistakes for the sake of the plot.


    - If you wanna write some e.r.o.t.i.c scenes then make them tasteful. If I want smut then I''d rather read a h.e.n.t.a.i or simply watch some p.o.r.no graphic videos.


    - No goblin friends or bloodlines. It''s getting boring.


    There you go. Looking forward to the fanfic. in the future.

 Chapter 27 - 23

    Borgy was working hard to remove all the wildfire from beneath the city. Cersei must''ve gone barmy to have ordered the alchemists to manufature the wildfire in such large quantities.


    He worked exactly as Edwyn had instructed and his instructions had prevented any and all mishaps. Despite Edwyn''s absence, he didn''t let his faith in theprince dwindle.


    "Careful with the crates! Once this batch ts taken care of, you all rest for the day!"


    "Working hard as ever, Borgy."


    The man''s eyes grew wider than ever when he recognized the voice. He immediately knelt down greeted, "Your Grace!"


    "Get up, Borgy. I feel pride when I think of you. From a cut throat or the leader of a organization working for the betterment of King''s Landing, you''ve come a long way."


    Borgy got up and replied while looking at Edwyn with reverence, "It''s all because of you, your grace. Is it finally time?"


    Edwyn sighed and said, "Unfortunately not. There''s a threat in the far north that needs to be taken care of."


    Borgy was saddened but didn''t dwell upon it as Edwyn continued saying, "I''ve found the one who will rule over the seven kingdoms in the future."


    "Your Grace! I.. no.. King''s Landing will not accept anyone else as their king other than you! It''s in your wait that a civil revolt hasn''t begun!"


    "I understand, Borgy. But I do not wish to be the king."


    Borgy dropped down on his kneees and pleaded, "Your Grace.. I am a lowly servent. You can have my head for this but neither I nor anyone else in the entire city will acknowledge another ruler in your stead even if it kills us. The mere thought of you fills us with power. You name unites us and makes us believe in a future far better than we could imagine. I implore you, Your Grace.. Don''t give up on us.."


    The man''s plea shook something inside Edwyn. He had sent a clone to King''s Landing to ensure everything was going as planned and the faith the people had in him hadn''t dwindled. But, he never thought it would soar so high.


    (NAGOT)


    Edwyn was startled to a stop when memories from his clone hit him like a hammer.


    ''I always thought of bringing the purge to Westeros.''


    Remembering Borgy''s face and his tears reminded him of his past life.


    As Naruto, he strived to gain the trust the general populace of Konoha.


    But, in this life, it was the people who acknowledged him. He owed them a better future.


    ''I gave up on this world before even trying to improve it.''


    Edwyn remembered... ''.. If there''s such a thing as peace in this world then I''ll find it.''


    "No.. I tried and found peace.. but it was short lived. Why is it that we have to work so hard for the good while evil and malice comes so easily to us?"


    A short distance ahead was tavern. He could hear laughter of men that hid the pleas of a girl and an old man.


    Edwyn stormed inside the tavern and saw as the men were half way through tearing the girl''s clothes. The men were wearing armour with Lannister colors.


    Enraged, he drew his sword and charged at the men.


    As the angered prince slew their leader by splitting him in half, the others pled for mercy. Edwyn, momentarily looked at the girl whom they were going to **** and her expression sealed their fate.


    "Arm yourselves!" Edwyn yelled.


    As they all charged at him, he placed his sward back in it''s sheath and crushed them with his b.a.r.e hands!


    As the last of them tried to run away, Edwyn tackled him to the ground and pummeled his face into the ground!


    Bathed in blood and breathing hard, Edwyn unhooked a pouch from his waist and gave it to the old man.


    "For the damages."


    As he was washing his armour and face in the nearby stream, his mind was clouded with anger and thoughts of a bloody purge.


    As he called down, he recalled the time he used to think he could never love again. He was a broken shell of a man until Daenerys forced her way into his heart and cured it.


    Daenerys, his siblings, Borgy and his men and all the people of King''s Landing... they were woth the effort. He owed them for believing in him.


    ''Perhaps... there is a middle ground. Westeros has elements that disgust me to the core. But, for the lives of those who just want to live peacefully, I can curb my l.u.s.t for blood and battle. There are things that can only be done if I am the king. From the moment I was born as a royal and acknowledged by King''s Landing, their lives became my responsibility. I can''t run away. I''m not a coward.''


    His mind was finally set.


    Edwyn Baratheon had actively entered the game and he was determined to win.


    (NAGOT)


    It felt like an eternity for her ever since she stopped smiling and for good reason too.


    Three years... She wished her father had rejected the king''s offer. When Sandor Clagane took her away from her friends, Arya wanted nothing more than to stick the needle inside him.


    She was filled hate and anger. Yet, there was hope for happiness as the large man had decided to take her to Rob and her mother, Catelyn, for a reward.


    But, it was destroyed. Betrayed by the Freys, Rob and Catelyn were brutally murdered. They didn''t even give Rob a funeral. Sewing Rob''s body to his wolf''s head... Arya remembered it all and she vowed to avenge her family.


    She was beginning to forgive Sandor when the two were stopped by a rider.


    He wasn''t wearing the Lannister or the Frey armour. There was something familiar about him but Sandor was quick to recognize the rider.


    "You!" Sandor exclaimed in fear.


    The rider replied, "Hm.. Clagane.. I never thought you would run away. But, I guess your fear of fire was great enough to make you abandon that c.u.n.t, Joffrey."


    That voice! Arya could never forget it.


    The man glanced her with his blood red eyes and that assured her of his identity.


    "The little wolf is still alive and has bared her fangs already? Westeros has brought the worse out of you."


    Edwyn dismounted his horse and looked into Sandor''s fearful eyes and said, "Run along now. I''ll be taking her to the wall, where her brother is."


    Then he looked at her and asked, "How would you like to continue your water dancing training? I can feel that you strive for vengeance. Let me make you a warrior capable of toppling kingdoms."


    Arya frowned and asked, "Why?"


    "For Syrio.. and for your father."

 Chapter 28 - 24

    Slow and steady, but surely, Arya was becoming a terrifying warrior. She was so similar to Sasuke.. hell bent on revenge, she was ready to do whatever it took to become a beast in battle.


    Edwyn saw through her as easy as slapping someone''s head flying was for him. So, he made it sure to make her laugh and teach her lessons other than fighting.


    The first lesson, how to handle going at blindingly high speeds.


    Edwyn could run so fast that a human would only see a blur passing by. It amazed, terrified and excited Arya at the same time.


    She was skeptical when he had asked her to hop onto his back after Sandor was shooed away.


    Arya almost screeched his ear off when he began running. If not for magic, he''d have gone deaf.


    She hadn''t gotten used to their mode of travel but she was starting to feel exhilarated during the piggyback rides.


    On the other hand, Edwyn focused on teaching her skills that would make her a brutal and terrifyng assassin. Poisons, hidden blades and knowing the human body inside out were some of them. It helped that Arya had no sympathy for murderers and rapists getting sliced open and had the stomach to watch Edwyn show her the ins of a human so that she could kill in the most efficient ways.


    He tought her that having a code and making sure to live by that code helps a lot and prevents one from astraying from their path.


    On their way to the North, they came across a familiar inn that brought back memories for Arya. Memories of a child and her friend playing at the banks of a river. Memories of a cruel prince, of betrayal, of loss...


    As she was reminiscing beside the river bank, some strange noise in the bushes startled her. Getting up on her feet, she drew out ''Needle'' and became vigilant.


    Never could she have imagined what or who it could be when out came the beast whom she had raised when it was just a newly born pup.


    "Nymeria.." She breathed out and lowered her weapon only to be startled when the direwolf bared her fangs.


    Edwyn, who was watching the confrontation jumped out of the bushes and landed beside Arya.


    "Direwolves are smart beasts. They understand more than you can imagine."


    Arya was everything to Nymeria but when she drove the pup away, she broke the bond that had been forming between them. It was hurtful for the wolf.


    "Stand down!" Ordered Edwyn to the snarling wolf.


    Unafraid and oozing with the aura of a primal predator, Edwyn approached Nymeria with steady steps that made the wolf flinch and w.h.i.n.e.


    He grabbled the wolf by the snout, stared into her eyes and said, "Calm down."


    Just like a snap of fingers, Nymeria was down on the ground in submission to the superior predator.


    He then looked back at the bewildered Arya and asked her to come closer.


    "Place you hand on her head and renew the connection. You are more intuned towards magic now. You will feel it.. Trust me."


    Nymeria tried to struggle and open her jaw to bite at Arya''s hand but one glare from Edwyn scared her stiff.


    Arya gently placed her hand on her head and could feel a weak connection. She could feel the turmoil Nymeria was feeling. Betrayal, anger, sadness, longing and a small amount of hope.


    Arya too decided to express her own feelings.. love, care and nostalgia.. Nymeria could see why Arya did what she did.


    Edwyn loosened his grasp on her snout. Nymeria w.h.i.n.ed and licked Arya''s hand with love.


    For the first time since finding Arya with Sandor, Edwyn saw her smile and laugh like she was meant to as an innocent child.


    ''No matter how much I deny being related to Cersei... it was my family that brought you pain... It''s my responsibility to right their wrongs. I will make Westeros a better place.. for you, for Daenerys.. and for everyone else. That is my promise.. and I never go back on my word.''


    Edwyn looked up into the sky and smiled.


    ''Because that is my ninja way.''


    (NAGOT)


    Taking the black was not the best of his decisions and he had quite a few regrets. But, Jon was honorable, just like his deceased father.


    There was a lot of anger bottled up inside him. Anger at Theon and the Freys for their betrayal towards Rob, anger at himself for not being there for Rob when he needed him. Anger at the Lannisters for killing his father...


    But all of that was not his priority at the moment. The free folk, rallied by Mance Rayder, had come at their doors to cross over to the south of the wall. A massive attack on the Night''s Watch to escape the clutches of death at the hands of the White Walkers.


    While the free folk had no luck at climbing the wall amidst the attack, the Night''s Watch was overwhelmed by the attack from the south led by Tormund Giantsbane and Styr, the Magnar of Thenns.


    It was a fight worthy of giving him a name. Jon fought skillfully and valiantly. His presence had reinvigorated the brothers of the Night''s Watch and had started to push the attackers back.


    Then came Styr... He was huge for a man, almost as huge as Greatjon Umber. Jon fought hard but was completely overpowered by the Thenn.


    Disarmed off his sword, he was at Styr''s mercy as the brute slammed his face against an anvil.


    In a desperate attempt, Jon grabbed hold of a hammer and smashed it into Styr''s skull, ending the terrible Thenn''s life.


    But triumph was short lived when he found himself at the end of Ygritte''s aim.


    Emotions were running wild inside him.


    Just when he thought he was going to be impaled by her arrow, a poetic death if any, dying at the hands of the woman he loved, a hand grabbed the arrow knocked on her bow and another hand came from her behind and knocked her out.


    Never could he have thought he would meet that man again.


    Tales of his feats had reached even the Night''s Watch. The man who brought the end of slavery in Essos.


    It was ''him''.


    ''The Maelstrom''.

 Chapter 29 - 25

    Silence..


    Uncomfortable silence was all that could be felt in Castle Black''s meeting room as every brother gawked at Edwyn while Jon reunited with Arya.


    It wasn''t every day one would meet the prince of the seven kingdoms and the eldest son of the late king Robert Baratheon. Also, the tales of his feats would leave anyone weak in their knees. Be it from fear, awe or attraction.


    Edwyn''s abilities weren''t much of a secret so it didn''t surprise the brothers much. Although, it couldn''t be said for the captured free folk. They were completely freaked out and they had seen all kinds of horrors beyond the wall.


    Edwyn''s clones were working hard at replenishing the old dilapidated castle and repairing the wall using ice release. A human creating wood from the ground and breathing out ice was beyond their understanding.


    "I knew he wasn''t normal.. but this.." Jon said to Arya as he gaped at the site of the clones.


    "Everything you''ve heard about him is true whether you want to believe it or not."


    Jon gulped as he thought of how much help Edwyn could provide against the White Walkers. He finally saw some form of hope. With Edwyn and his clones at their side, maybe there was a way to negotiate with the free folk. Jon admired Mance and did not want to see the man and other free folk suffer at the hands of the dead.


    Thorne was wounded. He had a window of opportunity. He knew he had to act immediately.


    Jon barged in the meeting room and said, "Prince Edwyn, I need your help."


    Edwyn stared at him with an unwavering gaze which unnerved the poor man. Without sny change in his expression, Edywn simply got up and nodded.


    The two walked through a tunnel to the true north. The moment Edwyn''s foot touched the snow beyond the wall, he immediately felt it.


    The presence of an inhumane being with an aura as dark as the night sky. It was cold.. colder than anything he had ever felt.


    The being was somewhat sentient. It felt that there was something driving the being towards its goal. Edwyn didn''t have to guess the goal. He knew the moment he felt the presence.


    Extermination of humans.


    Like Black Zetsu, who only lived to revive Kaguya, the being''s sole purpose was to destroy all life in its path.


    Then, he felt the presence of souls trapped in their husks, suffering from the never ending agony of being forcefully bound to the world of the living. Millions of souls screamed to be released from their prison but to no avail. All they could do was watch as the Night King slaughtered their loved ones and trapped their souls in eternal servitude of the being of death.


    It boiled Edwyn''s blood to know the fate of so many souls. They will never have peace. Such was their bond with the Night King that their only destiny was to perish into nothingness.


    ''To create such a vile creature.. There has to be an impeccable reason for it.''


    Then, he felt other magical presences. Old.. Older than the Night King..


    ''I need to find them.''


    Broken out of his thoughts, Edwyn looked around as Jon and him walked towards Mance''s camp.


    At first, the free folk wanted to rush at the two and impale them with their spears. But, something about Jon''s companion made them hesitate. Born and raised in the wilderness of the true north had made them more intuned with their instincts. And at that very moment, their instincts were telling them, no, screaming at them to not attack.


    Even the giants who feared none living were terrified and running away. The mammoths were stomping hard against the ground and pulling with all their might against their binds just so that they could run and hide from the deathly presence of Edwyn.


    An apex predator had finally come to a jungle where only the strong survive.


    Fear tore through their veins but when they realized Edwyn was not there to attack them, they calmed down.


    "Who is he?" Mance asked Jon.


    Before Jon could reply, Edwyn interjected and said, "My name is Edwyn of House Baratheon, First of his name, The rightful heir of the Iron Throne. I am here to allow you free passage through the wall if you agree to certain conditions."


    Everyone was blown away by his sudden declaration. Meanwhile, Jon couldn''t be happier. He didn''t even have to explain to Edwyn anything.


    "Why?" Mance asked warily.


    "I know what you are running from."


    Nothing more was said but everyone understood.


    Just as Mance was about to ask what the conditions were, a horn blew from south of the wall and riders poured through the tunnels like ants.


    Edwyn gritted his teeth and scoffed. With a single stomp on the ground, a ginormous wall of dirt and rock emerged through the thick of the snow and blocked the riders from going further and attacking any of the free folk.


    ''The arrogance of these nobles.. None of them value the lives of people. F.u.c.k.i.n.g power hungry mongrels. Hold on... They are carrying Baratheon banners.. That murdering bastard, Stannis!''


    Anger bubbled in his c.h.e.s.t and Edwyn zoomed towards a horse upon which Stannis rode. The old man couldn''t even see anything before he was grabbed from the throat and pushed off hia horse and slammed to the ground.


    "Give me one f.u.c.k.i.n.g reason to not bury your head into the ground. You damned fiend.. Murdering your own brother by using a shadow demon, like the coward you truly are. Did you really like that red priestess'' c.u.n.t that much?"


    After the initial shock came the fear of death. He knew the threat was as real as the sun rising from the east.


    Struggling against the tightening grip around his throat, Stannis said in a strained voice, "I did it.. for the good.. of the realm. I regret.. absolutely nothing."


    Edwyn stared at Stannis with eyes of a dead man and said, "Wrong f.u.c.k.i.n.g answer. You did it for power. You did it because you wanted to be the king. Nothing more, nothing less. But, you are right about one thing. You have no regrets. You do not regret having the blood of your kin on your hands. Which only means..."


    With an inhuman push against Stannis'' throat, Edwyn blew up the ground below the man and crushed the man''s body above the legs to nothing but red mist.


    "... I will have no regret in having yours on mine."


    (NAGOT)


    A/N: What''s up readers?!!! Hope you enjoyed the chappy. ????


    Comment and give me your stones!!

 Chapter 30 - 26

    Davos couldn''t believe what he was seeing..


    Stannis was dead.. By the hands of none other than Edwyn Baratheon who, perhaps, had an even better claim to the Iron Throne than Stannis.


    "Kinslayer!" Davos shouted.


    "How could you?! He was your Uncle by blood!"


    Edwyn stared in his eyes and said, "Aye.. Stannis was my uncle.. But, so was Renly."


    Pointing at the puddle of blood at his feet, Edwyn looked around and said to the horrified men, "Stannis was ruthless and uncaring enough to get his brother killed by the use of black magic. Do any of you think he cared for anyone else? No! If he had to.. he''d have sacrificed each and everyone of you, even his own daughter, to his lord of light if it meant that he''ll win a battle."


    Looking back at Davos, Edwyn said, "You knew that his was a lost cause. You may still believe that he should''ve been the king but deep down, you know that he was unworthy."


    Davos said in a strained voice, "He was my king.. a good king."


    "A deranged king led astray by a fanatical priestess."


    Once again he looked around and said, "You are free to go. But, if anyone believes in a better, safer and prosperous future, follow me. I am the eldest son of Robert Baratheon. I will create an empire unlike any other. Follow me and become a part of history in making."


    All the Baratheon man stayed out of loyalty to the house or out of hope. But the sellswords left as they saw no future in my vision.


    Davos took the longest to decide. The man whom he believed in, who helped him redeem and made him the hand of the king from a petty smuggler, that man had been killed in a a horrible way. And the one who killed him was asking Davos to abandon his loyalty.


    Davos'' decision was made.


    "I cannot follow the man who killed Stannis."


    Edeyn shook his head in disappointment and said, "I admire your loyalty to Stannis. You are free to go wherever you want to. But, remember that I won''t hesitate to slay you if one day you join hands with my enemy."


    "And who is your enemy?"


    Davos'' question was not answered in words but seeing Edwyn''s smirk sent a teeth rattling chill down Davos''s spine. He quickly made his way back and went to search for Siereen.


    Meanwhile, Edwyn looked back at Jon and Mance''s flabbergasted faces and asked them to gather all the free folk. They were being given a free passage through the wall.


    "Princess Shireen!" Davos shouted and looked around, frantic and anxious for her safety.


    Shireen came running out of a room followed by Gilly.


    "Ah.. Princess Shireen! We need to go, now!"


    "But..!"


    "Davos Seaworth! Where are you trying to take my sister?"


    Edwyn''s voice stopped Davos'' breath. The unforgiving fear of death weighed down on his shoulders. He felt suffocated by the mere presence of Edwyn. A man callus enough to murder his own uncle would not care for the life of a disfigured sister. He wanted to get away and take Shireen with him as quickly as possible. But, unable to breathe properly, he lost his grip on Shireen''s wrist and she freed herself.


    "Ed!" Shireen exclaimed in excitement and bolted towards him to hug him tightly.


    Edwyn smiled and got down on his knees to hug the incoming arrow with love. He loved Shireen dearly as she reminded him of Himawari. But, Shireen was always kept away from him. Also, he was finally capable of curing her disfigurement. The time couldn''t be better. With Stannis no more, Edwyn could freely look after her.


    "How''s my little fawn?" Edwyn whispered lovingly.


    "I''m good! How long have you been here?"


    Edwyn smiled and stroked her disfigured cheek.


    "I came here last night accompanied by Arya Stark. There''s a brother here who is actually the son of Eddard Stark. I brought Arya here so that she could meet him."


    Unaware of what was happening, Shireen said, "I don''t think you should touch my face. I''m ugly."


    Edwyn wiped away her tears and said, "You are the prettiest little fawn in the whole world. Why do you think you are ugly?"


    "I-I''m disfigured."


    Edwyn nodded towards Arya who brought a piece of mirror and gave it to Shireen.


    "I don''t see any disfigurement."


    Shireen was shocked beyond measure upon seeing her clear, unblemished face for the first time. For her entire life, she was hated by her mother and pitied by all else. Now, she was no longer ugly.


    Shireen stared at Edwyn''s smiling countance in astonishment and asked, "H-How?"


    "Your brother is capable of unexplicable things. One of them being able to heal his dear sister."


    Shireen gasped with emotion and hugged Edwyn tightly. As she cried into his shoulder, he stroked her hair lovingly.


    Everyone who saw the miracle happen were left thunderstruck. Afraid and dazzled, they all thought of Edwyn as a God walking among them. Although, he was anything but.


    (NAGOT)


    Shireen took her father''s death hard. Edwyn told her exactly how he died without any lies mixed in and she understood why he killed her father.


    Selyse and Melisandre, meanwhile, were imprisoned at Edwyn''s behest.


    The night''s watch did not have enough resources to sustain the Baratheon army. So, Edwyn showed another feat of his magic and pulled out crates upon crates of food and fresh water out of thin air.


    Everyone had simply accepted that he was godly.


    As things normalized and the free folk settled down south of the wall, Jon and a few others decided to go north to avenge the murder of Jeor Mormont and Edwyn payed a long awaited visit to Melisandre''s cell.


    "I hope you are finding the cold hard floor comfortable."


    Edwyn could see that she wanted him to burst up in flames.


    "The enemy of the lord of light. You will be punished for this. My lord will see to it."


    Edwyn chuckled and said, "Your lord is dead, crazy old hag!"


    "No.. My lord is eternal. He sees you through my eyes. He tells me of your miserable past through the flames. You may be powerful, but, you cannot fathom the strength of my lord!"


    Edwyn ground his teeth and grabbed Melisandre from her throat.


    "He is dead! I killed him with my own hands!"


    And then.. he saw something in her eyes.


    A ginormous entity stared back at him through the eyes of its slave. He could feel the vileness and corruption eating at his skin.


    It was too similar to what he had felt back in Essos.


    The embodiment of corruption had replaced R''hllor. A primodial being far stronger than the gods had ever seen was raised from the depths of hell by desperate acolytes of R''hllor.


    Sealed many millenia ago by the combined efforts of the gods, he had risen again to fulfill his destiny.


    To fill the world with corruption and madness.


    Records of his existance had long been lost but somehow, Edwyn knew his name.


    ''Is he the reason why I was brought here?''


    Staring back at Edwyn with murder and mayhem filled eyes was none other than ''The Lord of Corruption'', Kzarka. (Not original. Check paragraph comments to see what Kzarka looks like.)


    (NAGOT)


    A/N: So.. A different enemy for Edwyn. Seeing that he is super over powered, I thought there should be someone who would put up a challenge for him. Kzarka is a world boss from the game ''Black Desert Online'' and ''Black Desert Mobile''. So, not original.

 Chapter 31 - 27

    Jon and his party of rangers returned shortly after.


    Edwyn sat quietly as he watched Arya spar with Davos. Yes, the man had decided to stay as the personal guard of Shereen. He never looked directly in Edwyn''s eyes and stayed out of the way.


    The Prince was happy with that.


    Voting for the selection of the next Lord Commander took place and after a breakneck competition, Jon won after Maester Aemon casted the deciding vote.


    So, it was decided. The Night''s Watch was going to being all the alive free folk south of the wall before the White Walkers got to them. Some of the men of the Watch weren''t happy with the decision and it felt like they had formed their own group that was passive aggressive against Jon.


    Edwyn joined Jon, Mance, Tormund and Ygritte along with some other men of the watch and the Baratheon army and sailed through the frozen waters of the north .


    Edwyn masterfully masked his thunderous fury over the creation and existance of an abomination like the Night King. Now that he was well inside the True North, he could locate its creators with pinpoint accuracy.


    Amazingly, they were hiding inside a tree.. hiding from the dead resting in the snow at their doors.


    ''The creators themselves fear what they created.''


    "I want to kill you. Every time I see you I am reminded of your betrayal and the heartbreak I had to suffer from."


    Jon exhaled and looked away. He had truly fallen for her but, he was oath bound to the Watch. No matter how much he had wanted to stay with her, his honor and pride prevented him from running away from his duty.


    "Qhorin Halfhand had tasked me to infiltrate Mance''s camp and learn of your plans. I did what I was supposed to do. But, I truly fell in love with you."


    Ygritte ground her teeth and looked at Jon with hurt in her eyes and said, "Not enough to go against your honor."


    "I may be a bastard.. But, I still am the son of Eddard Stark. He could have thrown me away or left me with my mother. Instead, he accepted me and raised me together with his children. I got what most bastard children can''t even dream of getting. I owe my life to him. It was honor that made him raise me with acceptance. I could not betray his memory and the values he tought me."


    Ygritte lowered her gaze and then looked away. No one spoke for the rest of the journey but Jon''s words did leave an impression on her.


    Edwyn, who could hear what they were talking about, thought, ''Honor or love. He chose honor. But, there''s always another choice. A third one where you can keep both. You just need to think of a way. Jon, you chose the easy way out of the situation. Yes, honor is important. But, so is love. Without having love in your life, you just become an empty shell of a being angry at the world. I know that better than anyone else...''


    As the reached Hardhome, Edwyn was slightly amazed by the number of free folk present. He scanned through the crowd and noticed that many of the free folk present were injured and malnourished.


    But, there was another, much more troubling issue at hand.


    As Mance was talking to the rest of the leaders of various tribes, Edwyn suddenly shot up to his feet and said, "We need to board the sh.i.p.s as fast as possible! The White Walkers are coming here!"


    Panic ensued among the tribe leaders. With confirmation from Mance about the truth in Edwyn''s warning, they ran out of the hut and began yelling orders.


    Edwyn jumped over the wooden gate and ran up the hill only to great scores of undead led by almost a dozen White Walkers. It was quite a site.


    ''I think I should pull a Madara Uchiha on these things. They are already dead so there''s no need for me to hesitate and be mercif.''


    He looked directly at the Night King and said, "I''ve been waiting to meet you. An abomination created against his will to end life. Would it be possible for you to tell me about the reson of your creation? Perhaps, I''ll spare your creators for what they''ve brought upon this world."


    Without any warning, the undead army charged at him.


    Edwyn shook his head and grabbed the pommel of ''Doomslayer'' that began charging up with powerful magic.


    As the army got closer, Edwyn got into his stance and with a quick draw move, swung his sword out into a wide arc. The snow lit up red along with the sky from the color of the deadly slash. Like a bleeding scar in space itself, the slash flew ahead and mercilessly tore through the army of bones and rotten flesh.


    Even though the Night King was incapable of showing emotion, Edwyn could sense the shock he had felt.


    "What an overkill. I don''t think I need to draw my sword to deal with nucense like you."


    Edwyn sheathed his sword and after making a hand seal of horse, he breathed out..


    ''Katon: Majestic destroyer flame.''


    It was a sea of unbelievably hot flames that rushed towards the remaining army of the dead.


    Down below at the encampment of the free folk, even though they could not see the battle, they could feel the heat of Edwyn''s flames. The snow of the permafrost was beginning to rapidly evaporate. They realized that it wasn''t safe for them to stay and longer and rushed to board the sh.i.p.s.


    Meanwile, the Night King desperately tried to prevent the fire from engulfing him. If not for the death of R''hllor and the release of magic into Planetos, he would have already been dead.


    The wall of thick ice he had created as a barrier barely managed to protect him from the searing hot fire hell bent on ending his existance.


    No, he could not let things end yet. His goal was far from over.


    The Children of the Forest hadn''t suffered enough.. The humans hadn''t suffered enough.


    He wanted the world to experience the same kind of pain in their hearts and suffer in agony for all eternity.


    With a deafening screech, he slammed his hand onto the ground and dispersed the sea of flames in front of him.


    The source of the flames, the otherworld creature who should not have existed in Planetos, the anomaly, stood in front of the Night King with a growing smirk on his infuriating face.


    "Well, seems like you''re not completely incapable."


    The man inclined his head and asked in a tone filled with bloodl.u.s.t, "Wanna dance?"


    Angered, humiliated and desperate.. the next thing he knew his sword made of ice was clashing with the man''s sword.


    He''d heard from the souls.. the sword that brought an end to R''hllor was unlike any other. Stronger that Valyrian steel, it was a sword created in rebellion against the gods themselves. Even they feared the sword and had sealed it deep within the volcanoes of Valyria.


    But, the man wielding the sword was equially, if not more dangerous.


    Slash after slash and stab after stab, he tried everything.. every move in his arsenal to pierce the flesh of the red eyed monster. But, nothing worked.


    With a blindingly fast swing, Edwyn shattered the Night King''s sword and sent him flying tens of meters away.


    The Night King was livid. Like a cornered predator, he did the only thing he could in that precarious situation.


    Mindless frenzy.


    Endless number icilces sharper than swords attacked Edwyn from all possible sides.


    Unlike the reincarnated shinobi, the free folk still on land who didn''t want to leave despite Mance''s persuasions, weren''t fast enough to evade the icicles and were brutally impaled.


    It was a forest of ice and death.


    Edwyn was done playing around.


    Within the next moment, a ball of spinning lava as hot as the earth''s very core appeared in his hand.


    "It''s time.. for you to finally rest and be released from your torment. I have felt your emotions. I know of your suffering and your pain. I cannot save you and bring you back yo life, but, I can make sure that your soul rests in peace. It''s over."


    ''Lava style: Rasen shuriken.''


    Edwyn stood at the shore of the freezing sea of the north as he looked at the aftermath in relief. Hundreds of thousands of souls that were sufferening in their husks were finally released.


    Their torment was over.


    They could finally.. have peace.


    (NAGOT)


    A/N: Hello lovely readers!! My classes have been suspended.. again! People never listen. How hard is it to wear a mask?! They can''t take proper precautions. And now, the country sufferes from an unprecedented wave of COVID cases.


    Well, I just hope you all are smart enough to take care.


    Wear masks and get vaccinated. I got my first jab a month ago. I just felt weak for a day and then I back on my feet and jumping around like a kangaroo as nothing had happened.


    Get vaccinated. It''s important. Protect yourself and those you love.


    Hope you liked the chapter. I was thinking of sparing the Night King for another day but Edwyn isn''t like that. So, good bye to the undead and the Night King. I hope the battle was fun enough for you all to enjoy.

 Chapter 32 - 28

    Unbelievable..


    Edwyn was shocked.


    Even in his true death, The Night King made sure to end what the Children of the forest began.


    He ended all life North of the Wall except a single Weirwood tree standing its ground and its inhabitants barely surviving. The true north was turned into a frozen hell. Winds that turned everything into ice and temperatures far below the coldest anything living could survive.


    Even the air froze solid.


    He was standing on the frozen sea of the North and the sh.i.p.s that had the last remaining free folk barely remained at a far enough distance to not get stuck.


    The Night King, with the last of his magic and soul created a blizzard all over the true north that would never stop. But, Edwyn breathed a sigh of relief when he sensed that The Wall was standing strong and was keeping the blizzard from going south. It was containing the deathly winds within the domain of the dead Night King.


    As he boarded the main ship, Jon asked, "Is he dead?"


    Edwyn looked pensively at everyone and said, "Aye.. The Night King is no more.. But!"


    He stopped everyone before they could begin to rejoice.


    "But.. In his last moments, he used all of his magic and sacrificed his soul to make sure that nothing living ever steps into the true north. Nothing.. animals, trees, small plants.. nothing is alive anymore. Except a single Weirwood tree and its inhabitants."


    Before anyone could call him out, Edwyn threw a knife towards the shore and as everyone on the ship watched, the knife turned into a block of ice and fell down.


    "Your only choice is to come south with Jon and I."


    "What about the survivors inside the Weirwood tree?" Jon asked anxiously.


    Edwyn stared towards the endless zone of absolute death and replied, "It''s your brother and his companions, Jon. Bran Stark, his direwolf, the half giant from tour stables and two more children around Bran''s age. Quite brave of them to come this far in the north, I must say."


    Jon, meanwhile, was not in the state of admiring Bran''s bravery. Instead, he was terrified for his brother''s safety.


    "Don''t be an imbecile, Jon. There is no way you''d survive in there. You''ll freeze to death before you even reach the shore."


    Jon ground his teeth and yelled, "I have to save my brother!"


    Edwyn looked at Jon as if he was looking at a man whose intelligence was lower than the temperature of the blizzard of the north.


    "You are standing next to a man who destroyed the entire army of the Night King and the abomination himself with actual lava."


    He handed Jon a tri-pronged knife and said, "Place it somewhere with a lot of space, away from Thorne and his faction of bitter men."


    "What the hell will this do?!"


    Edwyn replied with a smirk, "This will bring your brother back."


    (NAGOT)


    The world was changing for the worse.


    Ever since Ashai fell, the sinful d.e.s.i.r.es of men and women plagued the land of Essos.


    The black mist left nothing uncorrupted. Meereen was the last safe haven to fall.


    Daenerys hugged herself as she recalled the night all was lost. She woke up to Jorah Mormont trying force himself on her. Shocked and then enraged, she had thrown him against the wall and placed her sword at his throat, threatening to behead him.


    But, his eyes were vacant and unfocused. She tried to snap him out of his frenzy to no avail.


    As she fought the savaged Jorah Mormont, she observed his veins blackening which filled the man with overwhelming strength.


    He pleaded her to kill him. He was barely able to stay sane. Despite of his jealousy and mistrust of Edwyn, Daenerys knew that he simply wanted the best for her.


    Even in his last moments, he did not confess his love. There was no need to. She could see the pain in his eyes and it devastated her.


    To die at the hands of the one you loved, she wished for no one to suffer like that.


    Daenerys managed to escape with eight thousand unsullied and the reat of her household from her time as the Khaleesi. Ser Barristan was also with her, safe but mildly wounded when he was busy fending off the frenzied people whom she once acknowledged as hers.


    She had disappointed Edwyn. She feared how he would react upon learning about her failure to successfully rule over a city. But, she had to do as was planned. She believed in Edwyn. He was capable of performing miracles. Certain that he would find a way to save Essos, Daenerys faced ahead filled with determination and longing.


    Ever since the dreaded night she was born, she had been away from what was rightfully hers. Dragonstone, the land of her ancestors Aegon and his sister-wives.. She was finally sailing back to that land.


    She was returning home.. And, she would finally be able to feel the embrace of the man she loved.


    (NAGOT)


    Kzarka watched hatefully as the lover of his enemy managed to escape. He had hoped to turn her into one of his minions and use her against the otherworld creature in an opportune moment.


    Many millenia ago the gods had sealed him and placed the key to his prison inside his foolish younger brother.


    It was a mess they had created. The gods couldn''t do much to R''hllor so they brought that diabolical being to Planetos. Never would they have thought that R''hllor would die and undo what they had so painstakingly achieved.


    ''Bet they are drinking themselves in sorrow. A monstrosity like ''him'' has no place in this world. Wouldn''t it have been better to let this world succ.u.mb to my will? Now, look what you''ve done.. Our battle will destroy this world. Countless millenia spent to nurture Planetos and all will be gone because the gods decided to bring ''him'' here as their champion. It''ll all be your fault.''


    (NAGOT)


    Traitor..


    No matter who or what he was, Jon Snow was a traitor.


    Countless men had died to keep the wildlings away but that fool brought thousands of those savages south of The Wall.


    Thorne knew the moment he saw him. He knew that Jon was going to bring disaster upon Westeros.


    Jon Snow had spat on the sacrifices of the brothers and he was going to pay.


    Thorne was ready. He was going to avenge the murder of Qhorin Half hand.


    He brought the knife forward with all of his hatred when...


    "Yeah... I wouldn''t do that if I were you. What the f.u.c.k do you think you are doing, Thorne? Killing your own Lord Commander? My my.. You can''t do shit without me there to save your pasty a.s.s, can you, Jon?"


    All of his accomplices were down, knocked out by the man who terrified the living daylights out of him.


    With a knife to Thorne''s neck, Edwyn whispered, "The Night''s Watch is of no use anymore. So, why don''t I relieve you of your oath? You can be mad together with your Mad King."


    The Stranger was smiling. It was time feed on some souls.

 Chapter 33 - 29

    The men who had tried to kill Jon were used to demonstrate the uninhabitable true north. One by one, they were made to walk past the gates and as the men of Night''s Watch and the free folk watched, the traitors froze to death the moment they stepped foot outside the gates.


    Many of the free folk cried as they could no longer return to their land. Meanwhile, Jon was berating Bran and his companions for foolishly traveling through the land of the dead.


    In the end, Jon sighed and asked, "How did Edwyn manage to save you?"


    Bran replied as he recalled the massacre that took place inside the Weirwood tree...


    They had finally managed to reach their destination without only losses. Jojen, who expected to die was shocked when there were no undead laying in wait for them. Something had happened that changed his fate.


    On the other hand, the three eyed raven and the children of the forest were having a difficult time believing what was happening. The Night king and his army, the abomination that had plagued Planetos for thousands of years, was at the brink of annihilation.


    As the otherworlder flung his attack at the Night king, they reminiced their thousands of years old struggle against their own creation. So many sacrifices, so much blood shed to rid the world of the walkers.. they couldn''t believe it was finally going to be over.


    A brief moment of relief.. of joy.. and as the Night King exploded under the heat and power of the otherworlder''s attack, the world despaired and the winds cried with anguish. The true north was engulfed in a never-ending blizzard.


    The heir of the raven had just managed to enter the safe confines of the three when the the true north was rendered uninhabitable.


    The mood was bleak. With no way back for Bran and his company, they sat in despair as Leaf and the other children tried to find a way to supress the blizzard.


    The three eyed raven began training Bran into the ways of a Greenseer as the rest simply sat around in wait. That''s when Edwyn appeared with a flash of black and red.


    His sudden appearance scared the living hell out of everyone. Then, Bran recognized him.


    "Edwyn Baratheon?"


    "Found yourself a little boy toy, did ya? I''ve gotta hand to you. Such a devious mind to have.. To even be able to fool these.. hold on.. they are ''children'' of the forest! Of course! You''re like a witch luring and fooling children to eat them!"


    Everyone was staring at him incredulously as he rambled on.


    "Man.. You''re a sick pervert. I should turn you into a white walker and leave your soul under eternal torment."


    That startled everyone out of their stupor and they got ready with their weapons to protect the three eyed raven. Meanwhile, Bran simply sighed in defeat and said, "We can''t do anything against him. If he wants to kill us all.. then we are simply at his mercy."


    Edwyn smirked at Bran and said, "So, the first thing you made the boy see was my feats.. My my.. the things you can see with your sick mind.. Wait!"


    Edwyn growled at the old man and said, "You spied on me while I bathed when I was little, right?!"


    No one knew what to say.. The whole situation was absurd.


    The old man was aware of what Edwyn was doing. So, he straight awau confessed, "I did it because it was a necessity."


    The humor immediately left Edwyn''s eyes and it was replaced by raw hostility.


    ".. And yet, your role amounted to be absolutely nothing in ending the Night King''s terror. You are just an old man too scared of death. Luring children towards you only to drain their life away so you could live longer."


    "What?!"


    "How dare you!"


    Edwyn shook his head and said, "This old man is nothing but a witch who lires children with high magic to his lair and eats their souls to extend his own life span. These.. Children of the forest.. They''re his accomplices because he was able to convince then that his powers would be vital against the Night king."


    Edwyn looked at Leaf and continued, "Filled with so much regret.. You sided with this predator.."


    No one could say another word before the space was engulfed with a bright flash of black and red. In the next moment, the heads of all the Children of the forest and the three eyed raven fell to the cold floor.


    Bran and the rest were too shocked for a moment and then they screamed in anguish, sorrow and despair.


    "Why did you kill them?!" Bran demaned. He simply couldn''t believe his eyes.


    "The old man was going to either possess your body or eat your soul to strengthen his and ultimately extend his life."


    Edwyn then looked at the fallen bodies of the Children of the forest and said, "They created the Night king knowing of what he would be capable of. Because of them, countless souls were subjected to unending torment for many millenia. They helped that abominable three eyed raven in his depraved quest to live longer and prey upon the lives of countless children, fully knowing that what they were doing was wrong."


    For the first time since his appearance, Meera said, "You could have spared them! They were trying to end the Night King!"


    Edwyn stared coldly at her and said, "There are limits to everything.. even the extent of the wrongs one is willing to commit for the greater good."


    "Who gave you the right to decide their fate?!"


    With a gaze so cold that it chilled the souls of everyone present, Edwyn replied, "Power."


    (NAGOT)


    A/N: A short chapter that I was able to write by squeezing out some time from my busy life. Remember, this is obviously an AU so some things are bound to be different. Don''t be an idiot. I have the power to delete your comments if I find them too dumb for me to read.

 Chapter 34 - Chaper 30

    "So, he killed them all.."


    Bran was still a little traumatised by the brutality shown by Edwyn. Meanwhile, Jojen seemed lost. It was as if he had no purpose left.


    Edwyn walked in through the door only to be greated by the hateful looks of Mira and the uncomfortable Jon.


    Edwyn said dismissively, "Spare me with your meager and juvenile scorn. I did what was right. I literally don''t care about your opinion anyway. You are too green to understand. Jusr be happy with the fact that your brother is still alive. Or, would you rather have him dead?"


    That made Mira avert her gaze.


    "The bond between siblings is a special one. It''s nothing like one with your parents. You love your brother. You supported him in his so called quest to lead Bran to that old witch. He was so determined that he was willing to give his life up. He was supposed to die, right? Fate is a fickle thing. It''s never set in stone. You can''t always have your way. Sometimes you can try everything you can and still lose. But, that doesn''t mean you give in to it. You just need to be strong enough."


    Despite that his words were directed towards Mira, everyone else was moved by him. Even Jojen who was looking livelier.


    "That was.. something."


    Edwyn glanced towards Jon and said, "What the f.u.c.k are you still doing here?"


    "Huh?"


    Edwyn sighed and said, "How much dumber can you get? Get your dumb a.s.s back to Winterfell and reclaim it from that worm! You call yourself a Stark yet you tolerate Bolton''s son violating your own sister? F.u.c.k.i.n.g hell! Your uncle burnt to death while demanding justice in front of the mad king. Your father went to war for his sister. And here you are, binding yourself to an oath your own men broke. They were going to kill you. Anyway, the watch has no purpose left. Go back to Winterfell and reclaim it!"


    Edwyn walked out after having said what he wanted...


    "Oh! I''d much rather appreciate it if you don''t declare yorself as the King in the North. I''d hate to have to rip your head off and shove it up your dead a.s.s. I''m going to reclaim the throne for House Baratheon and Targaryen."


    "Wait, what?!"


    "Ah, I think I didn''t tell anyone other than Arya... Daenerys Targaryen and I are lovers. We''re planning to overthrow Cersei.. as she is the woman behind this whole mess."


    Edwyn paid no more heed to the shocked brats and walked out. Things were finally looking good.


    And then the Murphy''s law struck like a meteor.


    A sudden uneasiness filled his heart. Something was wrong. There was no signs of danger nearby. Nothing threatening could be sensed for over hundreds of leagues.


    Then came the letter from Borgy.


    It pains me to inform you that your sister, Myrcella, has been killed by Dorne. She was poisoned to exact revenge for the death of Oberyn Martell by his paramour and his daughters. Her body has been brought back to King''s Landing by Jaime Lannister.


    Yours faithfully,


    Borgy]


    There was an immediate shift in the air. Arya, who was talking to Ygritte, felt the change in Edwyn''s aura. From relaxed to distressed and then to utmost grief. But, what followed was something she would never forget.


    The sickening madness and rage that rolled off of Edwyn began to engulf the planet. Even the gods trembled at the sight of Edwyn losing his mind.


    Without saying a word to anyone, Edwyn stormed off towads south.


    Westeros withnessed a strange phenomeon speeding through the land towards King''s Landing.


    The men guarding the walls of King''s Landing saw a storm of dust and grass approaching them with terrifying speed. Then, something shot out from the storm and flew over their heads.


    Cersei was mourning her daughter''s death in the Red Keep along with Jaime. They were arguing when they heard a rumbling sound echo throughout the city. A moment later, the roof of the Red Keep was shattered by a force far too great for it to withstand.


    Edwyn walked towards them and looked down at his dead sister.


    Gently c.a.r.e.s.sing her hair, he said, "I''m sorry for not being there to protect you."


    He said nothing more. Nothing else was needed to be said. His tears were enough to convey the pain in his heart.


    Jaime regained his bearings and said, "Edwyn, I..."


    Only to be interrupted by Edwyn grabbing his throat in a vice grip.


    "You were supposed to protect her... You were her father... Yet, other than boning your own sister like a degenerate, you could do nothing. Give me one reason to not commit kinslaying again."


    Choking under his grip, Jaime barely managed to say, "I''m.. so!.. Sorry!.."


    Cersei, who finally cane back to her senses, screeched, "Unhand him! Unhand him you monster!"


    Edwyn roared and shouted, "It''s all your fault! She''s dead because you wanted your brother''s d.i.c.k in your whore cunt!"


    "I and everyone who suffered because of you curse the day you were born! Damn you! Damn that Tywin! Damn you all to eternal suffering at the hands of the Stranger! I will make sure that your name goes down as the worst whore of a woman to ever curse this land with her existence!"


    Edwyn then kicked Cersei in the gut, making her scream in pain as she was sent flying against the door. Jaime drew his sword and ran to defend his sister.


    Right when Jaime was about to impale him, Edwyn swerved around and snapped the Valyrian steel sword into two with his arms!


    Jaime was shocked senseless as he looked at the broken sword. He simply couldn''t comprehend it.


    With murder and mayhem clouding his mind, Edwyn thrusted his hand through Jaime''s c.h.e.s.t and out came his arm from the man''s back with his beating heart in Edwyn''s grasp.


    "No!!!!"


    Edwyn squished the heart and withdrew his arm, letting Jaime fall.


    Cersei ran towards Jaime screaming in denial. The man she had loved ever since she knew what it meant was killed by an animal right in front of her eyes.


    Edwyn stopped her from reaching Jaime''s body as he held her by the throat.


    "My purge begins now. Nothing with stop me. Not even the gods. And I''m starting with you."


    Edwyn''s magic flared up with heat so intense that it began to melt the stone under him. The tears in his eyes evaporated. Cersei screamed in agony as the heat began to burn and melt her. She thrashed around and clawed at Edwyn to no avail. Her screams echoed through every street of the city and it made the hearts of all tremble in horror.


    It took an entire minute for Cersei to succ.u.mb to her death. For an entire minute, she suffered from pain so intense.. it felt like justice for all the misery she had inflicted upon Westeros.


    As her ashes fell into a heap, Edwyn looked up at the sky that was beginning to roar with anger. The gods couldn''t believe what he had done.


    "Next is Dorne... Try and stop me if you can."

 Chapter 35 - 31

    Tommen was devastated.


    Not only had his sister been killed, his mother and uncle had been inhumanly murdered by his own brother. To think he used to love the monster and looked up to him.


    He had lost everything. Now, he only had his wife and queen. He had responsibilities that he was not ready to fulfill.


    Tommen stared at Edwyn with extreme hatred. His mother was a woman of virtue who loved all of her children. How heartless would a man have to be to kill the one who birthed him? He wanted revenge.


    "Why..." Tommen asked with a voice filled with pain and grief.


    Edwyn''s eyes were cold as ever. His tears had dried up and all that was left was a gaze that promised horrors to those who killed Myrcella.


    "Move out of my way, Tommen. I would ask you to abdicate the throne as I am back. But, I have some unfinished business in Dorne."


    Tommen ground his teeth and said, "Business with Dorne? So it was you who asked them to kill Myrcella, huh? To think I idolised a demon. You are a monster who should be burnt alive! Was she not enough that you killed our mother?!"


    Edwyn''s magic flared as his emotions ran erratic. He roared and said, "It has all been her fault! Millions have died in the past five years because of her! Myrcella died because of her... She was the cause of all evil that has befallen upon Westeros and our family. Her and Jamie.. Because of a select few men and women who simply wanted their greed and ego sated, the common folk have suffered. I''ve seen fathers rip their own t.h.i.g.hs to feed their children.. I''ve seen mothers sell their bodies so that their children could sleep with a full stomach. All because of people like Cersei. But, no more! Move!!"


    Tommen couldn''t understand the feeling inside his gut. He was suddenly engulfed with a feeling of dread. He couldn''t even breathe. The hundreds of soldiers that were around him trembled and some even ran away. Such was the menacing presence of Edwyn.


    As the red eyed prince walked forward, none had the courage to lift a weapon against him. He walked towards Tommen who was beginning to fear for his life.


    As the king of the seven kingdoms, he held absolute power over Westeros. Yet, he felt like a worm in front of Edwyn.


    "The Dornish poisoned Myrcella. She was innocent. Yet, they killed her out of vengeance. I cannot accept that. Myrcella''s killing wasn''t vengeance. No, it was murder because of petty hatred. Our sister deserved much better. I am leaving for Dorne. They shall pay for it.. with pain, blood and tears. Neither you nor the gods can save them from my sword."


    Tommen was too horrified to react and Edwyn calmly walked past him.


    He looked down as he felt something dribble down his loins. Kings Landing became witness to their king emptying his bladder from fear of the Maelstrom.


    ''First gate: Open.''


    Edwyn ran over the water faster than the eye could see. It was as if someone was splitting the sea in half.


    Meanwhile, the gods above made a decision to end what they had started. For the first time in many millenia, one of them decended to the plane of mortals.


    Edwyn was quickly making is way to Dorne when he felt a deep rumble coming from the depths of the sea. A smile made its way to his face when he made the connection.


    ''The drowned god!''


    Edwyn jumped high when suddenly a mythical creature erupted from the sea, its mouth wide open, ready to engulf him. Edwyn looked down at the creature. It''s countless teeth were bigger than spears and could shatter boulders.


    "So, you''re the first one they''ve sent."


    The kraken roared and swung one of its numerous tentacles at Edwyn.


    The man scoffed in contempt and said, "Weak."


    The tentacle was immediately chopped off by a slash from Edwyn''s sword. The Kraken roared and screamed in pain and backed away.


    "All you have is your size. You call yourself a god?"


    The kraken roared and pulled out a ginormous trident from deep within the water. Then, it thrusted the trident at Edwin.


    Edwyn jumped to dodge and the trident struck the sea, creating a massive shockwave.


    "I don''t have time for this."


    With a mighty roar he descended and struck the trident with his sword and broke it in half. The weapon was divine and was stolen from the forge of the Smith. Upon its destruction, the magical wave it produced threw Edwyn tumbling over the sea.


    Edwyn came to a stop and jumped towards the kraken without skipping a beat. With a single slash of his sword, the sea creature was split into two.


    "You''re nothing but a glorified squid."


    The two halves suddenly grew and became two krakens. Edwyn quickly reacted and cut then into numerous pieces, only for them to again grow and become smaller krakens.


    Edwyn kept cutting the squids down and they kept increasing in number.


    That was the end of the drowned god. Just like the Ironborn who worshiped it, the god was as pathetic and useless.


    "So much for the hype."


    Edwyn resumed his journey to Dorne.


    (NAGOT)


    A/N: I was feeling so happy about India winning a medal in hockey after 41 years that I typed a short chapter. ''Twas an amazing match against Germany.