For those reading this, no I am not abandoning Daughter of Mordor, I am just taking a small break and writing other things to get the Ideas out of my head so I can have more room for my other stories ideas.

And now it begins.

Ned Stark stood before the man whom was to be executed, behind him on their horses sat his men, his Heir Robb, one of his younger sons Bran, his ward Theon Greyjoy and the bastards of Winterfell, Jon and Ris Snow.

"Don't look away," Jon began looking at bran, to which Ris finished, "Father will know if you do."

Bran watched as his father drew his greatsword Ice and said, "In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, by the word of Eddard of the House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, I do sentence you to die." He lifted the greatsword high above his head, and with a single stroke, loped the man's head clean off. Blooded sprayed from the severed neck, painting the ground with its red coloring. Ris put a comforting hand on Bran's shoulder as he watched, unable to look away. She then sent a glare at Greyjoy when he kicked the head, smiling slightly at her brothers muttering of "Ass."

Bran finally looked up at her,and she knelt down in front of him, his blue eyes meeting Violet.

"You did well Bran," She said, hugging him, then stood, "Better than Jon did, he passed out."

Bran gave a small laugh as Jon shook his head, "I didn't." Jon said glaring at his sister as she mounted her horse, "Someone, I won't mention any names, Ris, swept my legs out from under me and I hit my head on a rock."

"Oh yeah, that's right, I did do that" She said, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

Ris rode slowly to keep pace with Bran as the other talked ahead of her, and shook her head as the boys began racing their horse about recklessly. She saw her father slow down to ride with Bran and she sped her horse up a bit, knowing he wanted to give Bran the same speech he had given Jon and Robb years ago.

-Ris Pov

I rode in silence after that, wishing that I had been born a man and not a woman, everyone else wants me to fit this perfect roll of how a woman should be, but then with the same breath call me an improper Bastard. So I learned to fight, because if I was going to be improper, I might as well do it right. But some day, maybe not to far off now, father will marry me off to some lord or knight, and I will have to give that man children.

I was fortunately interrupted from my brooding thoughts by Jon and Robb racing back telling father that they had found something, causing our party to speed up towards the bridge where lying on the other side, was a stag lying dead upon the ground. As we approached, everyone dismounted from their horses, or pony in Bran's case. Father walked up to it, then knelt down next to it. I walked up next to Jon as the others conversed about what attacked the mauled creature. Father followed the trail of gore down a hill next to the river to the largest wolf I had ever seen, and with it were five pups.

"It's a freak," Theon said, and I glared at him, because I knew full well what it was, a Dire wolf.

"It's a Direwolf," My father corrected, and pulled out the antler that killed it, "It was a tough old beast."

"Impossible there are no Direwolves south of the wall," Robb replied, disbelief on his face as I walked forward.

"Now there are five," Came Jon's reply, and I picked up one of the pups and handed it to Bran.

"Here hold it," I said, and he did, and it nuzzled up to him with a small sound, which I thought was adorable.

"What will they do, now that they don't have a mother?" Bran asked, looking from me to Father worriedly.

"They don't belong down here." Ser Rodrik said, and I glared at the man.

"Better a quick death." Father said, and I looked at him with horror. Theon took out his dagger and moved towards Bran, but Jon stopped him.

"Lord Stark," He said, and I cursed the fact that we, as Bastards could not call him father, "There are five pups one for each of the Stark children."

"The Direwolf is the Sigil of your house," I added on, praying to the old Gods that he would spare them, "They were meant to have them."

Father was silent for several moments before he said, "You will train them yourselves, Feed them yourselves, and if they Die, you will bury them yourselves."

Theon sheathed his knife, and I quickly handed him two of the pups, and Jon handed Rob two as well.

"What about the two of you?" Bran asked, and I looked down, while Jon said, "We aren't Starks."

"Go on Bran, we'll be fine," I said, forcing a smile on my face. Bran began walking up the hill. Jon and I both began walking up the hill when I heard the sound of something making whimpering sounds, and stopped, Jon must have heard it to because he stopped as well. We walked towards the sounds, and everyone stopped to look at us.

"What is it?" Robb asked, and I knelt down to pick up one of two Direwolves, one was white with red eyes, the other was black with Violet eyes. They were smaller than the others.

"Ah, the runts of the litter, those would be the both of yours Snow," Theon said, but I was too happy about finding them to care. Robb looked at us with a smile on his face. I looked down at the little one in my arms.

"You will want for very little." I thought to myself as we climbed back up the hill to where our horses were waiting.

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When we returned home, Arya and Rickon were absolutely thrilled to have the Direwolves. Sansa was hesitant at first, but quickly decided to join in our fun. Father repeated his warning to the others, and we all left, (With Jon and Me receiving glares from Lady Stark).

"So what are you going to name the little ones?" I asked, a small smile on my face.

"I'm naming mine Grey Wind," Robb said, as he watched his begin to play fight with mine and Jon's.

"I'm naming mine Lady," Sansa said, "Look at her, behaving properly."

And strangely enough hers was not roughhousing like the others were, hers was sitting pretty next to her.

"Mines gonna be Nymeria, like the warrior queen," Arya said as she was hugging hers as it nipped playfully at her hair.

"Shaggydog," Rickon said as he ran around the room with his own.

"I'm going to name mine Summer," Bran said, after everyone had stopped laughing at Rickon and his direwolf's antics.

"And you two? What are yours names?" Robb asked the two of us.

"Mines going to be Ghost." Jon said, and I looked at him, then said, "What a predictable name."

"Well then Ms. Genius, what's yours name?" He said challengingly

"Mine's name is Morghon, Which is High Valyrian for Death," I said, and the others looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"Where did you learn High Valyrian?" Robb asked, and From the doorway, Father's voice came, "I'd also like to Know that."

I turned, and father had a mask of no emotions on his face, and I shrugged, "We have a book in the Library on it, When Lady Catelyn would send me to my room, I'd try to learn it to pass the time."

"I see," Father said, and left the room, and I picked up my wolf and began to feed my little Morghon.

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I was very unhappy, Jon and I stood side by side waiting for the king to arrive at Winterfell. If I was allowed to I would still be in bed, snuggled up to Morghon.

"Why did the King have to arrive so early," I grumbled to Jon who was standing next to me in the row behind our family.

"Ris, it is the afternoon." Jon replied, a smile on his face, as I growled at him to shut up.

We watched Arya run across the Courtyard towards us, a soldier's helm on her head. Father took it off then handed it to Rodrick, as Arya told bran to move. Jon and I had trouble stifling our laughter. Robb looked back and I could see that he was also cursed with the affliction of wanting to laugh at the situation. But alas we could not, because the kings company had begun to enter the courtyard and Arya began asking about the Imp. A little blond on a horse was eyeing Sansa like she was a hunk of meat, and I assumed was the prince. The came a Carriage, and a very plump man on a horse, a crown upon his head. We all knelt as he entered. Two boys brought a block so that he could step off of his horse. He walked up to father, and we all stood again.

"You've gotten Fat," He said to father, and I raised my eyebrow, and father looked him up and down, with eyebrows raised. The two men began laughing and hugged like brothers.

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It was night, and the feast was raging on inside the castle, where were Jon and I. We were not allowed inside the hall, instead the both of us were sparring outside, in the cold night air.

"It is freezing out here," I said through gritted teeth as Jon and I were exchanging a myriad of different blows.

"Aye, but you know lady Stark." Jon said, and then kicked me in the chest, causing me to fall to the ground.

"Owwwwwww," I said from my position on the ground, as a familiar voice called across the courtyard, "Oh, have the two of you decided to kill each other already."

The both of us look towards the man stepping off of his horse, Jon walks over to give him a hug as I stand and Go over to him as well.

"Uncle Benjen," We both said, and he hugged each of us respectively.

"I rode all day," He said, a smile on his face, "Didn't want to leave you with the Lannisters, why aren't the two of you at the feast?"

Jon and I looked at one another and he then began talking "Lady Stark thought it would insult the royal family to sit Bastards in their midsts."

Benjen smiled at us sadly, "Well, your always welcome on the wall, a bastard was never refused a seat there."

"So take me with you when you go back," Jon said, and I pursed my lips disapprovingly, I knew Jon wanted to become a member of the night's watch, away from the hatred that followed us here, but he didn't seem to care that he'd be leaving me behind.

"Jon," Benjen said, his eyes becoming hard.

"Father will let me if you ask him." Jon said, and I looked at him, hurt filling my eyes.

"The wall isn't going anywhere," Benjen said, trying to head him off.

"I am ready to swear your oath," Jon said, and I lamented that the Night's watch was a man's only order. It would be nice, but the watch isn't what it was, filled with murderers, rapists, and thieves. I could understand why Jon wanted to go, but I was still angry about it.

Benjen and Jon continued debating, and eventually he left us again. I left Jon to attack the training dummy, him trying to leave me was a sore spot between us, I was about to give Jon a piece of my mind, but something beat me to the punch.

"Your uncles in the night's watch," Came a voice from the shadows, and I looked over to see a very short man walking from under an arch, I walked over to stand next to Jon.

"What are you doing back there," Jon asked and the man took a drink from a wine skin

"Preparing for a night with your family," He said, and at that second I realized who this was, The Imp, He leaned on a stone pillar near the both of us, "I've always wanted to see the wall."

"Your Tyrion Lannister, The Queen's Brother?" Jon asked and I shook my head.

"My greatest achievement," He said, looking down, then up, his eyes observing the both of us, " And the both of you, your Ned Stark's bastards, aren't you."

I grimace while Jon turns away from Tyrion and begins to walk away.

"Did I offend the both of you, I'm Sorry," Tyrion said, but I didn't exactly believe the sincerity of his apology, "But you are the Bastards aren't you?"

"Lord Stark is our father," Jon said, his tone carefully controlled, and I nodded.

"And Lady Stark is not your mother, making you the Bastards." Tyrion said, "Let me give you some advice bastards, never forget what you are, The world won't let you, wear it like armor and it can never be used to hurt you."

I found the advice to be most illuminating, but Jon seemed to take some form of insult from it.

"What the hell do you know about being a bastard," Jon said at Tyrion walked away, causing the smaller man to stop and turn his head back towards us, an amused look in his eyes, "All Dwarves are bastards in their father's eyes."

Jon has the decency to stay quiet about that, I however have fixed him with a steely glare. When he turned to me, he looked confused.

"What Ris, what have I done to anger you."

"Father will let me if you ask him," I said, mockingly throwing his word back at him, angrily as I walked to the armory and put my sword away.

"Ris-" He begins, but I cut him off, my anger towards him growing.

"No Jon, you want to be in the Night's Watch, go ahead, I'll stave off Lady Stark and her hatred on my own." I growled back at him as I walked away heading towards my room, Jon knew not to follow. When I opened my door I just flopped down on my bed, weeping bitterly. Morghon jumped up onto the bed and curled next to me, allowing me to wrap my arms around her. I fell asleep with my wolf in my arms, and tears upon my face.