Prologue Part 2

Percy Jackson had made it to the world the gods promised him.

Along with their gifts. Zeus' gift to talk to birds helped him pick up on the birds' talk in the ravenry of the castle. He retained Poseidons' powers, with a bit of a booster to it. Hecates magic skills and Athenas skill, too.

Hades' gift he found in one of the abandoned corners of Winterfell.

Percy found out as he learned under the Maester Cullen, the equivalent of a doctor of this world, that he was in a continent called Westeros, on a world yet unnamed but unofficially called Planetos. The country he was in was brilliantly named The North. Ten points for creativity. His family were the Starks of Winterfell, the Lord's of the North. His father Rickard Stark, a big man, both literally and metaphorically, held the titles, Warden of the North, Lord Paramount of the North, and Lord of Winterfell. His mother, Lyarra Stark, formerly Flint, managed the ongoings of Winterfell and the town outside of the castle, Wintertown. She had been a distant cousin to the Starks. His grandfather, Edwyle, was a frail old man, a big, frail old man. He had died when Percy was three. Rickard had taken over Winterfell and had concocted many new plans to develop the North. He had started the restoration of Moat Cailin, a fortress that stood in the way of anything coming North and the rebuild of the Northern Fisher fleet. The fleet had been destroyed when Brandon the Shipbreaker had sailed across the Sunset Sea and never returned. His brother, in turn in his grief, had commanded that the North would have no more fleets. Rickard Stark was building the fleet at White Harbor.

The year was 270 AC, which means After Conquest. Aenar Targaryen, a son of a falling empire, had fled with his children across the Narrow Sea with his children Aegon, Rhaenys and Visenya, who had the warring countries of Westeros kneel to them through the might of their dragons and blood.

The North had begun to prosper in a tremendous way when Perseus had suggested that Rickard use iron tools in farming as it would be easier to till the hard grounds then. Then, the idea for an animal farm was concocted. The wealth of House Stark was at its highest after quite a while. The South had begun to take notice but had stayed its hand.

Before, the North would be buying food to stock up for the winter, but now was able to store for the upcoming winter and was able to cut back on the expenditure of buying half ruined supplies from the Reach. Now, it only depended on the Riverlands for the summertime supplies. Soon, it would be independent of even the Riverlands. The cut back on bulk purchasing of food has put on a huge loss of wealth for the Reach, as The North was their greatest buyer, and most definitely the most overpriced consumer, something no one could do anything about.

King Aerys had just been rescued from Duskendale after the failed rebellion of the now extinct House Darklyn. The king was subjected to the madness that consumed the Targaryen family since its settlement and Conquest of Westeros. Aerys now turned his sight on the North and increased the taxes the North had to pay, and his only justification was 'The North has the coin, the barbarians will pay if they have it.'

Targaryen's were never well liked in the North, especially after they broke the Song of Ice and Fire, in which a Targaryen Princess was to wed a Stark heir. This strained the already strained relation between the Crown and the Starks.

Now, in 270 AC, the Stark family gave birth to its new children, twins named Brandon and Lyanna. Perseus was born five years earlier than them in 265 AC.

Brandon was a little boy who was an exact copy of his father, while Lyanna was the perfect blend. Both of them possessed the wolf's blood, a Stark trait that made them insurmountable and wild. They both followed Percy around blindly and sometimes to annoy him into his bath. This often left the Stark Matriarch chastising the twins, while the patriarch laughed it off like it was the best joke ever played. Perseus was never happy. But he loved his siblings regardless. They reminded him of his half-brother from earth, Tyson. A gentle soul.

Then, in 275 AC, the Starks welcomed another one into the world. Eddard he was named. He was the quietest of them all. The quiet wolf. Even when he was an infant, he would never make a fuss but cried considerably lesser than any Stark child had.

Then, in 278 AC, the youngest and last of the Starks were born, Benjen. He was the most mischievous of them all. He followed more of his mother and sister than his brothers or father. A true Stark.

Then Perseus had left on a voyage to explore the rest of the world.

But his trip could not even begin before Aerys sent the summons for his father. Something that had the Northern lords and the Stark family very concerned, as Aerys Targaryen was a mad man who never listened to anything but the shadows of his own paranoia and madness. The Mad King was known to burn anyone who annoyed him or even appeared to pose a threat.

Rickard Stark had sent word to all his bannermen to prepare as he left Winterfell in care of his wife, who awaited the return of her eldest from white Harbor. Eddard Stark heard of this and made haste to North, Robert Baratheon, a friend of Eddard, had also promised to assist the Starks when the time comes.

Now Rickard halfway to Kings Landing, an unexpected visitor arrives at Winterfell.