Hello everyone,

This is my second story and a continuation from the first story. It plays in the world of a Game of Thrones, but will focus on my own main characters, with a lot of cannon characters.

The first part of this story will consist of several arcs, the first will be the end and aftermath of Robert's Rebellion and what happens in the realm of Westeros when Rhaegar wins at the Trident.

The second will be about the resurrection of Valyria and all that it will entail.

The third and final arc of this part will be ensuring the safety of the newly rebuild Valyria.

My main information comes from the HBO series, as I haven't read the books yet though they're on my list, and from my edition of, The World of Ice and Fire encyclopedia.

Expect to see a lot of character from the series and a few that only appear in the books, but for the book lovers, they might be completely different than you know them.

I have changed the name of this story as I thought it didn't really fit anymore with what I was writing. I hope you all approve, if not please let me know. Previous name was, The Angels in Westeros.

Please enjoy and let me know what you think.

The Chronicles of Valyria,

Book 1, Resurrection

283 AC

On the southern shore of the Trident, loyalist camp.

Crown-prince Rhaegar Targaryan was walking along the shores of the Trident, his head was filled with worry for the woman he loved. She was the whole reason this war was fought. In hindsight it seemed to him that the gods were a cruel bunch, allowing the suffering of so many just because of a conflict between three people.

He could hear his two guards, Ser Barristan Selmy and Ser Jonothor Darry, they were following him in silence while their thoughts drifted to the coming battle. Despite the 10,000 Dornish troops that had arrived yesterday, they were still greatly outnumbered by the rebels.

Making a quick list in his head, Rhaegar came to the same conclusion as when they had arrived at the Trident four days ago. His own army was 40,000 strong, add to that the 10,000 Dornish and they had 50,000 loyalist troops.

The rebels on the other hand were comprised of the entire force of the North, 30,000. The Vale, 25,000. The Riverlands 20,000. and half the Stormlands, 10,000, for a grand total of 85,000 rebel troops.

If he was honest with himself, Rhaegar had to admit that he feared he wouldn't live to see the birth of his third child. Despite his own prowess in combat, most of his forces were fresh levies, while the rebels were mostly comprised of battle-hardened veterans.

After a few more minutes he suddenly bumped into a large solid object and after shaking his head to clear his thoughts he realized he had walked head-first into an old weirwood tree. He never really cared that much about the old religion but in his desperation he took it as a sign.

He motioned for Barristan and Jonothor to halt while he knelt before the ancient white tree. He placed both his hands with the palms on either side of the face on the tree and spoke in silence. 'I do not know if anyone is listening, but if you are, please hear my plea. I'm begging you, give me a way to end this war without more bloodshed.

If I have seen the signs, then surely you must have seen them as well, the long night is coming again and when it comes, the White Walkers will come with it. We need every man that can fight, and this civil war is nothing but senseless bloodshed. So please, give me a way to end this war.'

Suddenly the three men were shocked to see the ancient tree catch fire. Rhaegar quickly stood up and retreated back to where his two guards were standing. Large blasts of ruby-red and sapphire-blue fire were consuming the tree until it suddenly and violently exploded.

The three men were temporarily blinded and their ears were ringing. It took half a minute for their ears to stop ringing and their vision to slowly return.

"Ohh my head. I fucking hate dimensional travel." An unfamiliar metallic voice could be heard from within the roaring red and blue flames that covered the place where the weirwood tree had stood.

A second metallic voice could be heard answering the first. "Yea, I know love, I wonder where those wankers sent us this time."

"I have no idea but judging by the armor, I'd say it's somewhere medieval."

"I just hope they're at least a little bit emancipated here, I don't want to go through that whole, equal rights thing again."

The three men shared confused looks before turning back to the fire. Unlike before they could now see two silhouettes in the flames. They appeared to be seated on the ground and seemed not at all bothered by the fire.

"He..hello, is someone there?" Ser Jonothor asked hesitantly.

They couldn't see it clearly but all three men were sure they saw a flash of deep black fire before the flames suddenly died down. In the place of the old weirwood tree, now having stood up, where two tall figures, both were clad entirely in heavy armor, silver-colored mail covered by heavy black steel plate. The shoulder plates were covered by rows of inch long silver-colored spikes, and so where their greaves and vambraces. Protecting their necks was a three-inch-high collar attached to their breastplates and going over their shoulders to their backs. Over it all they wore thick, black, fur cloaks and all in all they stood around 7 feet tall.

Both were armed to the teeth, Rhaegar saw the hilts of two, hand-and-a-half swords, one over both their shoulders, one short-sword on their left hips, two long daggers on their right hips and a series of knife-hilts stuck from their armored boots. Both were leaning on the handle of large, black, battle axes with massive curved blades on one side and a 12-inch-long pick on the other side as well as one on top.

While the three men were staring at the armored figures, they both turned their helmeted heads towards them and they could see that they covered their entire faces. The helmets were engraved and inlaid with silver, forming a snarling dragon head, whose lower jaw could be opened to remove the faceplate. A crown of 3-inch-long spikes went all around the dome of their heads and a thick silver horse-hair tail hung down over their backs.

"Oi Blondie-bear, if you're done gaping would you mind telling us where the fuck we are?" The first voice they had heard spoke again, coming from the person on the left.

Both Ser Barristan and Ser Jonothor stepped forward with their hands on their hilts and Ser Barristan growled, "You are speaking to the crown-prince of the realm and you will show him the respect he deserves, or else we will teach you some respect."

Their helmets made it impossible to see but Rhaegar would swear that he could hear the two figures sigh before the one on the right said in an exasperated tone, "Relax grandpa, you'd be dead before you could even draw that fancy sword of yours so don't bother trying."

Ser Barristan obviously wanted to retort but Rhaegar stopped him with a raised hand and stepped forward. "You are in Westeros, in the Riverlands to be precise, on the banks of the Trident. But might I inquire who you are?"

Both figures were silent for a while until the one on the right asked, "Are you the one that asked for our help?"

Rhaegar looked a little confused but before he could ask anything, the figure spoke again. "Are you the one that prayed to the Old Gods for help?"

At this Rhaegar nodded silently, not believing what he was hearing.

"That is very good," said the first figure before both took off their helmets.

To the utter astonishment of all three men, silken, waist-long hair flew from under the helmets and beautiful faces were revealed to them. They were both women!

The figure that had spoken first, was a woman who had long flowing ruby-red hair, tinged with locks of pitch black. She had a heart-shaped face with a certain hardened look in her sapphire-blue eyes that screamed 'Warrior'.

The other woman had equally long, silver hair, with locks of sapphire blue. Her face was more elegant than the other's and her emerald eyes spoke of a kindness one would expect from a healer, though he had no doubt she would be equally skilled with the weapons she carried as the other woman.

The black haired women spoke again, "My name is Aurora and my partner's name is Gabrielle and you could say we are the gods' problem solvers."

"So… so you're saying that you are gods?" asked Ser Jonothor with a little disbelief in his voice.

Both woman burst out laughing and Gabrielle said, "Very flattering, but no we are not gods, we are the ones they send when shit goes to hell."

The three men stared gaping at them until Rhaegar asked, "But if you're not gods, then what are you? Because you are obviously not human."

Aurora raised her heavily armored right hand and removed the gauntlet from her surprisingly elegant hand, before slowly approaching Rhaegar. "May I have your hand; it will help me explain things."

Ser Barristan and Ser Jonothor obviously didn't like the idea of this strange woman touching their prince but before they could object Rhaegar had removed his own leather glove and with a little hesitation grasped the offered hand.

In the span of thirty seconds he relived his entire life and everything he had ever known was played before his eyes. Afterwards he received a flood of memories from Aurora, he would never speak to anyone of what he saw, but he never forgot.

When Aurora released his hand, Rhaegar fell on his knees and when Ser Barristan and Ser Jonothor rushed to his side they saw a look in his eyes that they had longed to see for many months, hope.

Tears of hope and joy were running down his cheeks while he sat on his knees before Aurora. Looking up to her face he whispered, "Can it really be true?"

With a promising grin she said, "Aye, we'll teach those rebels why it's unwise to challenge a dragon. However, if what you showed me is true, we can resolve this conflict without much bloodshed."

Now the three men looked interested, though they were all very accomplished warriors, none liked to take the lives of others if it could be avoided.

Over the next half hour Aurora and Gabrielle explained their plan and Rhaegar accepted their idea, though with a little hesitation.

When everyone had agreed, the small group split up, Rhaegar and Ser Jonothor went back to the camp, while Ser Barristan left with the two women to do their part of the preparations.

The next morning came and with it the day that would decide the future of the seven kingdoms.

Lord Eddard Stark, more commonly known as Ned, was walking towards the war council accompanied by three of his most powerful banner men, the Greatjon Umber, Galbart Glover, and Roose Bolton.

Despite his fierce friendship with Robert, Lord Eddard couldn't help but have his doubts about what Robert had told them. On the one hand, it was a proven fact that Robert was absolutely smitten with his sister Lyanna. But on the other hand it was equally obvious that Lyanna was not particularly enamored by Robert. So Robert's claim that Lyanna had been stolen from him on the eve of their wedding was a little shaky.

However, there was no doubt in Eddard's mind on the guilt of the Targaryans in the deaths of his father and elder brother, and by the Old Gods he would make them pay for it.

They reached the large tent of Robert Baratheon where they met the other leaders of their combined army. Arriving at the same time was Lord Hoster Tully, accompanied by Lord Tytos Blackwood and the man's personal rival, Lord Jonos Bracken.

Already present were Robert and several other commanders, Lord Jon Arryn who is accompanied by Lord Yohn Royce, and by Hoster's younger brother, Ser Brynden the Blackfish. Once everyone was seated around the table Robert began the meeting.

"My Lords, today is the day of my vengeance, and I would like to thanks you all for being here and standing with me on this glorious day." A round of cheers went around the table though Eddard saw that he was not the only one who didn't cheer, both Jon Arryn and Brynden likewise remained quiet.

"I think we can all agree that today should be an easy victory, we greatly outnumber those Targaryan scum, and our men are all battle hardened, whereas theirs are fresh recruits. However, I urge you all to advise your men not to become overconfident, as we never know what tricks that dragon-spawn might have thought out to use against us. I reserve the right to kill that dragon-spawn myself and woe onto him who dares to take that right from me."

Before he could go into a rant about what he wanted to do to Rhaegar, Eddard interrupted him saying, "Yes Robert I know you hate the man, but I believe it is wiser to start devising our battle plan, dawn has already come and my scouts have told me that the Targaryan host is taking up battle positions on the other bank, whether they intend to cross I don't know but if I was Rhaegar I would wait on the other bank and strike while we were crossing the fort, which, I'm afraid is the only way for us to attack him directly. "

"Then that's what we'll do," said Robert, his voice filled with a lust for battle. "I'll take 5,000 of my own man and storm the crossing with the vanguard, the rest will stay behind as reserve. Ned, you take your men and follow directly behind me in the centre. Jon, you take your men and try to circle around on them on the right flank. While you, Hoster, do the same on the left. With any luck we'll trap them between us and destroy them completely."

Crude as the plan was, Eddard had no choice but to agree, as it offered the most chance of success. The finer details were quickly hammered out and fifteen minutes later the rebel army was moving to take its positions on the northern bank of the Trident.

When taking into account the bulk of their army, it surprised Eddard that it only took them an hour and a half to completely form up. Just when Eddard, Robert, Jon and Hoster were getting ready to get to their respective units, they spotted movement on the other bank of the river.

A single rider was sent across the ford, he was dressed like a Kingsguard and carried a large white flag to indicate his function as a messenger. Eddard, Robert, Jon and Hoster rode down to the ford to meet the messenger and Eddard recognized Ser Jonothor Darry of the Kingsguard.

When they were about three yards apart, Ser Jonothor spoke, "I bring word from the Crown-Prince Rhaegar Targaryan, he invites the Lords, Eddard Stark, Jon Arryn and Hoster Tully to meet him in private as there has been a development that would solve this conflict between us without bloodshed."

Robert growled in answer, "We will not meet that dragon-spawn anywhere but on the field of battle, where I will crush him beneath my hammer."

Ser Jonothor was not disturbed by the threats and responded with a cold voice, "The invitation was not aimed at you, Lord Oath breaker, but only at your companions who you have deceived. My lord the Prince has given his word of honor that no harm will come to you, and you will be free to leave at any moment you so desire."

Before Robert could respond, Jon Arryn spoke up, "I will accept the invitation. I would hear with my own ears the reasons Rhaegar had to abduct the Lady Lyanna Stark."

Eddard spoke next and said, "Aye, I will accept as well, it was my house that was insulted the most by his actions so I will hear his reasons for myself."

"I will accept as well," Hoster Tully said, "I have always known Rhaegar to be an honorable man and I will trust him to guarantee our safety."

Robert could only sputter when he heard his allies accept the invitation and with a snort he turned his charger around and galloped back to the rebel lines.

Eddard, Jon and, Hoster followed Ser Jonothor across the ford and he led them past the loyalist lines towards a large pavilion that flew the Targaryan banner above it.

When they entered the pavilion they were surprised to see that no less than six members of the Kingsguard were present in the pavilion, the Sers, Gerold Hightower, Jonothor Darry, Barristan Selmy, Oswell Whent, Arthur Dayne, and Prince Lewyn Martell. Only the young Jaime Lannister was not present.

Once the three lords were seated, a servant came by with wine and water and after he left again, Rhaegar entered the tent. The prince was dressed in a beautiful set of pitch-black armor decorated with a ruby dragon on the chest plate. The prince seated himself across from the three lords and let out a deep sigh before he started to talk.

"My lords, I have asked you to come here to explain my reasoning for leaving with Lyanna. Contrary to what Robert has no doubt told you, I did not kidnap her. Lyanna begged me to take her with me when I last visited Winterfell, because we love each other and Robert threatened to force her to marry him against her will, even though her father gave us his blessing and dissolved the engagement contract with Robert."

Before Eddard or either of the other lords could respond, Rhaegar raised his hand and added, "I don't expect you to take my word for it, you can ask it Lyanna herself."

When Barristan followed the two women into the woods he wondered how they were planning to get all the way to the Tower of Joy and back. He didn't know of a single creature that could travel the more than two-thousand miles they would have to travel, in a single night.

When they finally arrived on a large clearing in the woods, Gabrielle turned towards him and said, "What you are about to see is not to be spoken about to anyone, not even your fellow Kingsguards, besides you, only Rhaegar knows this."

As to answer Barristan's confused expression, Aurora rolled her heavily armored shoulders and suddenly she seemed to grow at an extremely fast pace. She fell down on all fours and large leathery wings sprouted from her back. Her hands and feet changed into massive claws with 3-foot-long talons on each finger. Her neck stretched out till it was long and thick and her head turned into the snarling head of a dragon, with teeth the size of long swords.

When her transformation was complete, Aurora rose from the ground and shook her immense body. To Barristan, who had seen the skull of Balerion the Black Dread, she seemed to be at least the equal in size, if not bigger, and much more heavily built, than the stories told about the mount of Aegon the Conqueror.

The dragon was covered from snout to tail in thick, overlapping scales, the biggest were the size of a round-shield. The tail was covered is smaller scales but the very end was covered in long spikes so it could be used as an extremely dangerous mace to injure other large animals, or eviscerate humans.

Overall he estimated her to be more than 270 feet from head to tail and her look was one of beauty and savagery. Barristan didn't doubt that the dragon was more than capable of destroying their entire army on her own.

In the weak light of the late twilight he was just able to see that the coloration was deep red, the same as her hair, and pitch black around the spine. Not a trace of the weapons or the armor she had worn as a human could be found, but he suspected it was because the scales were harder than the hardest armor and the claws were deadlier than any sword.

Taking a small, folded bag from her belt, Gabrielle placed it on the ground and folded it open to reveal a cavernous opening easily the size of large wagon. From its depths she pulled a large saddle, capable of carrying multiple people and started putting it on Aurora's neck, just above her shoulders and around her front legs.

When she was done, Gabrielle motioned for Barristan to approach and handed him a fur lined, closed, metal helmet with small eye-slits, and a thick fur cloak. "Put these on, it gets very cold at the altitude and speed we will be flying."

Barristan did as he was told and soon after was helped to climb a rope onto the saddle, which hung roughly 30 feet above the ground and was strapped securely in place so he wouldn't fall of mid-flight.

When they were both strapped in securely, Aurora rose from the ground and jumped into the air where she unfurled her wings and very quickly rose into the night sky.

Barely fifteen minutes into their flight, Barristan dared a single look towards the ground and saw that the ground was flying under them faster than he could ever imagine. To his surprise he could see the southern shore of the Gods Eye below them and a soft light in the far distance to their left indicated the position of King's Landing.

Just three hours after they left, Barristan could see the shapes of the red mountains of Dorne rising up before them on the left and right, with The Prince's pass straight ahead of them.

It surprised Barristan that Aurora knew where to go, as Rhaegar had not mentioned it to her but when he asked Gabrielle she yelled over the howling wind, "When she held hands with Rhaegar, she copied all of his memories and gave him some of our own, it is the easiest way for us to tell someone what they need to know, and also to find out if someone is trustworthy or lying."

In the dark of midnight, they landed close to the Tower of Joy and Gabrielle unrolled the rope to allow herself and Barristan to return to solid ground. When they were off, Aurora rolled herself up to rest for as long as she could before they would have to fly back.

Barristan led Gabrielle towards the tower above them until they were stopped by a voice in the night, "HALT, WHO GOES THERE?"

Before he could answer, there came a second, female, voice from the same direction and Barristan recognized it as Gabrielle's, "I could ask you the same, now drop that sword, or I'll drop your head."

Barristan looked surprised behind him to see that Gabrielle had vanished, despite the immensely heavy armor she wore, she could move as silent and as quickly as a cat.

Two torches were lit and Barristan saw his fellow Kingsguards, Ser Arthur Dayne and Ser Oswell Whent, who both held a torch and were pointing their swords at Gabrielle. Who in turn held Ser Gerold Hightower's hair with her left hand, while her right hand held the massive axe with the blade touching Ser Gerold's throat.

"Peace, we're friends," Barristan quickly said and to Gabrielle he added, "The man you are holding is Ser Gerold Hightower, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard and a good friend of Rhaegar."

Gabrielle quickly released the man and calmly apologized to him, "I'm sorry for that, but you can't be too careful in these dangerous times."

She calmly walked back to Barristan and stood beside him, completely ignoring the now, three, swords that were aimed at her. "What is the meaning of this, Ser Barristan?" asked the Lord Commander. "Who is this woman and why are you here? And not at the Trident at Prince Rhaegar's side, as was your duty."

Barristan calmly answered him saying, "I came here on orders of Prince Rhaegar, and I was at the Trident not four hours ago. This woman was sent to us by mysterious ways, but Rhaegar trusts her and we have been ordered to bring Princess Lyanna to the Trident in an attempt to end the rebellion without more bloodshed. It is the hope of our prince that the Lords, Eddard Stark, Jon Arryn, and Hoster Tully will bow the knee and join us when they hear the true reason of Robert Baratheon's rebellion."

Lord Commander Gerold Hightower nodded once in acceptance of his words and turned to Gabrielle, "May I have your name my Lady?"

Gabrielle gave him a gentle smile and answered, "My name is Gabrielle, but you won't know the house I come from so I won't bother explaining it to you. Suffice to say that I lived for a long time in the ruins of Old Valyria with my partner, whom you will meet once we rejoin Prince Rhaegar at the Trident in a few hours."

At this Ser Oswell Whent scoffed and said on a very disrespectful tone, "Are you seriously that stupid to actually think you can travel from here to the Trident in a few hours? You dumb wench, that journey would take at least two weeks on horseback and besides..."

Before he could say anymore, the ground around them started to shake as a very loud and very angry growl came from the valley floor far below them and Gabrielle said with a dark grin to the four white faced Kingsguards, "That would be the way we are going to travel to the Trident, Ser Oswell. And unless you want to meet Rhaegar as a mute, I suggest you keep your tongue to yourself, lest I remove it."

"What… what was that?" Asked Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, with a shaking voice.

With the same dark grin Gabrielle replied, "That was my oldest friend and battle companion, you'll meet her shortly. Now Ser Barristan, shall we get what we came for, as we are on a tight schedule, we have to be back at the Trident before dawn to avoid being seen."

Barristan nodded once while his still white-faced brethren sheathed their swords and walked back towards the tower above them, careful to keep a distance from the strange, but awe inspiring woman.

When they reached the tower the Lord Commander unlocked the door and led them all in before locking it again behind them. Ser Arthur Dayne let them up the stairs towards the topmost room and knocked three times.

A soft and gentle voice answered and asked, "Who is it?"

"It is me, Princess, Ser Arthur Dayne. May we enter, Ser Barristan has arrived with news from Prince Rhaegar."

They could hear a soft rustling as someone climbed out of a bed and ran towards the door and judging by the sounds, removed a thick beam that was keeping it closed. The door opened to reveal a young woman, barely sixteen years old. She was dressed in a loose fitting white sleep dress that didn't completely cover the bump that showed she was roughly halfway through her pregnancy.

"Oh boy," sighed Gabrielle as she saw Lyanna's swollen belly, "I do hope Rhaegar realizes the complications of this when Ned sees you, I do not think he's going to be happy about this."

Lyanna looked wide eyed at this strange woman who looked exactly like she would imagine from a warrior goddess of legend. She stood stock still as she gaped at the strange armor and the beautiful face that rose from between the spiked shoulders.

"Who… who are you?" she asked softly while folding her hands protectively over her swollen tummy.

Gabrielle gave her a soft smile and replied, "My name is Gabrielle, I come from the ruins of Old Valyria where I have lived for a long time with my partner whom you'll meet later. But for now I have come to bring you back to Rhaegar, as your presence is required in order to resolve this civil war without further bloodshed."

Lyanna looked hesitantly towards Ser Barristan and when he nodded to indicate she had spoken the truth, Lyanna turned back to Gabrielle and asked, "Are we leaving in the morning then?"

Gabrielle softly shook her head and said, "No princess, we are leaving in ten minutes, we have to be at the Trident before dawn, if we are to be successful. Pack everything you own, as we are not leaving anything behind."

Lyanna looked aghast and sputtered, "But how do you expect us to reach the Trident before dawn? It is over a thousand miles from here to there."

Gabrielle grinned softly and said mysteriously, "You'll see, but I suggest you dress very warmly, it'll be cold on the journey and we don't want you getting sick."

Lyanna did as she was told and while the three other Kingsguards gathered their own possessions from the floor below, Barristan packed most of Lyanna's possessions, while Gabrielle helped her to dress warmly.

When they were all done Gabrielle led them away from the tower and they descended the path she and Barristan had taken up not fifteen minutes before. When they approached the last curve before they could see the valley beneath them, Gabrielle stopped and turned to face her companions, "I must warn you three, don't be alarmed and don't draw any weapons, she doesn't like that very much."

The three Kingsguards nodded once while Barristan helped Lyanna down from a particularly high step. They crossed the curve in the road and the four new members of their group went pale as corpses. Aurora's massive dragon head hung before them and by the looks she aimed at Ser Oswell, she had not yet forgiven him for the insults he had given Gabrielle.

The upper lip of the dragon rose a fraction of an inch and a tiny jet of ruby red fire escaped her lips. It hit Ser Oswell's helm crest and it was instantly turned to ashes. The loudmouthed member of the Kingsguard fainted in fear and Lyanna asked shakily, "Wha… wha… what is that?"

Gabrielle grinned softly again and said, "That, princess, is a real dragon, not one of those half-breeds the Valerians used. She will get us to the Trident in a matter of hours. Now we need to hurry as even she will take a few hours to get there and its already past midnight."

They swiftly made their way down to the valley floor, after Gabrielle had slapped Ser Oswell a few times to wake him up. Gabrielle handed them all a similar helm as Ser Barristan had worn before and helped them to climb the rope and settle in the saddle on Aurora's shoulders.

When Ser Oswell climbed the rope Aurora lowered her head to his height and looked at him intensely with a large sapphire-blue eye, causing him to quickly climb up the rope and hide behind Ser Arthur Dayne. Once they were all strapped in tightly, Gabrielle in front, with Ser Barristan behind her, followed by Ser Gerold, Lyanna, Ser Arthur and Ser Oswell, Aurora stood up, unfurled her wings and jumped into the sky.

The return journey took longer because Aurora flew a different path to avoid a few of the larger towns they had encountered on their way towards the tower. It was roughly at the height of King's Landing, that Aurora noticed something that needed further inquiring.

A-hundred-and-fifty miles west from King's Landing, they came upon the burned ruins of a very large encampment, which were still smoldering.

Flying as low as she dared, Aurora allowed her riders to see the destruction that was wrought. By the light of the smoldering tents they could see thousands upon thousands of dead soldiers. Most were dressed in different shades of green, but a fair number wore red and gold.

Seeing as there was not a living soul within miles, Aurora landed besides the ruin of a large, smoldering, green and gold pavilion.

Gabrielle unbuckled herself and Ser Barristan, but told the others to stay put, "We don't know if anything is still out here and I need you, to stay safe princess." The others nodded and Gabrielle let herself slide over the side and dropped with a heavy THUNK on the ground, thirty feet below her.

Ser Barristan followed her by means of the rope. With weapons drawn they entered the pavilion and saw a single banner, fallen over a large chair. It depicted a golden rose on a field of green and Ser Barristan swore when he saw it.

Turning quickly to her companion Gabrielle asked, "Do you know who's that is?"

Ser Barristan nodded sadly and replied, "I do, that is the banner of House Tyrell. Their lord, Lord Mace Tyrell had been ordered by Prince Rhaegar to protect King's Landing, it would appear that they were attacked during the night and never reached the capital. This bodes ill, because there is only one Lord that has the manpower to defeat the Tyrell host, and we had hoped him to remain neutral in this war, Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock.

The presence of dead Lannister soldiers proves that, but there is nothing we can do right now. I just hope that the Tyrell host is not completely destroyed and they somehow make their way to King's Landing, before Tywin Lannister does."

They quickly headed back to their companions and retook their seats on Aurora's saddle. When they were strapped in again Ser Gerold asked, "What happened here?"

With a grave voice Ser Barristan replied, "Tywin Lannister has declared his true colors. It appears as though the Lannister army has smashed the Tyrell host and we can only hope that Lord Mace can re-gather his men and make it to King's Landing in time to save the city from the Lannisters."

It was a subdued group that flew away from the site of the massacre and they completed their journey in silence before they landed in the same clearing from which they had departed. When they were all safely on the ground, Gabrielle removed the saddle and stored it back in the pouch from which it came, along with the helmets and fur cloaks she had lent to the others.

When they saw the small pouch being opened up into a cavernous size, Ser Gerold asked, "How is that possible?"

With an amused grin Gabrielle answered with a single word, "Magic."

They left Aurora in the clearing and made their way towards the pavilion of Rhaegar that stood in the centre of the loyalist camp. They walked slowly as to not arouse suspicion and before long they were overtaken by Aurora, who was in human form again.

Gabrielle introduced her with the words, "I would like you to meet my partner, Aurora. My love, I'd like you to meet, Princess Lyanna, and the Sers, Gerold Hightower, Arthur Dayne and Oswell Whent."

Aurora gave Ser Oswell a suspicious look with her sapphire-blue eyes but shook his hand none the less, though she did squeeze a little harder than was required.

Now complete, they made their way towards Rhaegar's pavilion where they found the prince already waiting for them. He was studying a map of the surrounding area with Ser Jonothor and Prince Lewyn Martell. When they heard the newcomers enter the pavilion, they all looked op and Rhaegar said softly "Lya," before rushing over to her and taking her into his arms.

They hugged each other fiercely and Rhaegar claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. When they withdrew from their kiss Rhaegar looked down on Lyanna's swollen belly and asked softly, "How are you holding up?"

"We're both doing fine love, don't worry about us, you just concentrate on destroying that lying piece of filth Robert Baratheon."

Rhaegar grinned softly at Lyanna's words and kissed her again before saying, "That is one of the reasons I love you so much. No matter what happens, you always know what to say to cheer me up."

Before Rhaegar and Lyanna could become too preoccupied by their reunion, Gabrielle cleared her throat and said, "I hate to break up the happy reunion, but we have a serious problem. On our way back here we came across the ruins of a great camp, the Tyrell host has been smashed by Tywin Lannister and the old Lion is marching on King's Landing as we speak."

Rhaegar paled and muttered, "Elia, Rhaenys."

Gabrielle put a soft hand on his shoulder and said, "You are not alone in this Rhaegar, if needed, Aurora and I can be at the capital in a matter of hours, and once we are there, no one will take that city. But first we need to resolve this situation with Robert, before we can deal with Tywin Lannister."

Eddard Stark froze when he heard Rhaegar's words, was his sister really here, was she so close? His question was answered when a flap of the pavilion's walls was opened and Lyanna entered, she was flanked by two armored behemoths, both over 7 feet tall, and wore a beautiful gown, in red and white. To his surprise he noticed that her belly was swollen and he realized she was pregnant.

He jumped up and his chair fell onto the ground with a crash while he stormed at Rhaegar yelling, "YOU BASTARD, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY LITLLE SISTER." But before he could reach Rhaegar, he saw something from the corner of his eye and turned just in time to see a fist colliding with his face, and he was slammed to the ground.

"You may be my brother Ned, but if you ever try to hurt my husband again I will kick your ass all the way back to Winterfell."

Author's note:

And so ends the beginning of a new adventure. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter as I sure liked writing it.

Aurora and Gabrielle will be the main focus of this story, along with several others, both original and canon characters. A & G are slightly overpowered compared to most characters in the show, though the likes of Arthur Dayne, Barristan Selmy, Brienne of Tarth, Gregor and Sandor Clegane, and a few others, are able to go toe-to-toe with them if they fight not with their muscles but with their minds.

Aurora is the warrior of the two and more at home on a battlefield than at court, she has a brutally logical mind that allows her to do what must be done, any way it can be done. She will never betray her friends, and if you threaten someone she loves or betray her, your end will not be swift.

Gabrielle is the healer of the two and though equally ferocious on the field of battle as her wife, Gabrielle prefers to save lives instead of taking them. She is the most powerful of the two when it comes to matters of the mind, and when faced with a dilemma, she is usually the one to solve them.

As the story progresses I will reveal more of their powers and abilities, but suffice to say for now, they will change the Game of Thrones forever.

Hope to see you all next time,

Medieval Maniak.