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Chapter 47: we're alone in the world
TRYSTANE

When that whirlwind spell ended, we were in total darkness. There was a thump and then Bran cast a spell to light up the tip of of his wand. I could now see that the dire wolves had fallen over when we landed, dumping him and Arya on the floor. We were in a cabin of some sort. There was an iron wood stove in the room. I hadn’t thought these existed in this world. Once they got back on their feet, I opened the door to see a wall of snow. Bran waved his wand and blasted it away. Once he had finished we could see that he had carved a tunnel out to the surface. I danced into the wereworld and walked out of the cave. No skeletons on the surface. Looking back, Bran had come out to the entrance, still shining his wand, which cast light into the wereworld also. I stepped back into their world and sunk down into the snow. I was still ankle deep in the tunnel he had caved out. Arya brought out the Dire wolves and she and her brother climbed on.

“Ready?” asked Arya.

“Ready” we each replied. The dire wolves set out running through the snow. They wouldn’t sink very far down if they ran fast enough. I shifted into the wereworld and followed. Instead of snow drifts, I was seeing sand dunes. In the wereworld I could run fast enough to keep up and was sinking into the fine grained sand about as the same amount as the direwolves.

It was constant night with no way to tell when a day ended. And the whole way, I was in a blinding sandstorm, which I knew the other two were experiencing as a blizzard. When Nymeria and Summer tired, we stopped for a night’s rest. We’d brought a shrunken tent with us, which Bran could instantly enlarge and set up by waving his wand. We also had a pair fur blankets to keep us warm. One to lay on and the other to cover us.

“If you two want to fuck first, I can wait out side until you’re done;” offered Bran.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” said Arya. “It’s freezing out here! Get in the tent!”

Arya and I crawled in, and he got under the blanket on the other side of me from his sister. The dire wolves came in the tent too and Bran used his magic to dry them and warm their fur, the blankets and even the air in the tent. After we’d crawled under the covers, and the dire wolves had taken their places at each end of us, Arya started taking off her layers of clothes so we could sleep with bare skin contact. I had to seduce Bran into doing the same, like I was. We were able to cuddle, and keep warm. And from my position between them I was warmest, as I got to be the middle spoon.


EDRIC

After the baby was born, I needed to check on other locations in the Riverlands. The first place I apparated to was my own Keep, the Twins. It was completely deserted. There weren’t even any dead bodies left by people that fought them and died. The same was true of the smaller keeps along the Kings Road from Harrenhal towards the Crownlands and the River Road from Harrenhal to Riverrun. The same was true of Fairmarket and Seaguard. The only other inhabited Keep I found was Raventree Hall, where they were in a lull surrounded by a force of wights. I cast the Fidelitus charm for them, which had no apparent effect because the Dead were too far away to be seen through the blinding snow. Some of the villages, where I had regrown the weirwood tree, still had a few people in them and I made them portkeys to Riverun. When I Apparated to the Isle of Faces, I found it under siege by the Army of the Dead. The God’s Eye Lake was completely frozen over. The Children of the Forrest on the Isle of Faces were grateful when I cast the Fidelitus charm on the Island and the wights just started walking away as soon as I completed it. After doing all that, I returned to Riverrun.

Cat had come here, in a much smaller body, now. She asked me to bring her daughter, Edmina to her next time I got a chance. Sansa was happy to have her mother here and was helping her make new clothes for her self now that she was no longer the same size as Margaery.


TORMUND

Once Edric cast his spell that hid Winterfell, things calmed down here. The Army of wights started walking away from the castle, mostly heading South. The snowdrifts had grown to be taller that the castle walls and the wind would pull the snow over the top making the blizzard even more intense inside the courtyard. It, and the Gods’ Wood, needed continuous shoveling and people not assigned to that or guard duty stayed indoors as much as possible. The women and children of both Winterfell and Wintertown had returned, which made many people happier. To my surprise, people were happier to have the cooks back than they were the whores. Without frequent attacks by armies of dead men, people were starting to act more normal. That Colleen woman, that had come here with the new chief Crow, had organised a band and would perform the music her late husband had taught her. The songs were catchy and fun to dance to and this made the meals more pleasant.


SAM

The new Queen was an avid reader and owned copies of all the books I had printed up. In spite of her youth, she took her responsibilities quite seriously and never missed a meeting of the small council, such as we were now in.

“On examining the bodies of the inactive wights and corroborating it with eye witness testimony, it appears that the Wight Walkers are unable to revive some wights once they have been defeated,” said Grand Maester Pycell.

“Which ones?” asked the Master of Coin, Lord Tyrion Lannister.

“The ones that The Lord Hand struck down with his lightning and the ones that were struck down by the muskets,” replied Pycell.

“This is in accord with my own observations,” I added. “I would conjecture that since the muskets are firing shards of obsidian, that the White Walkers ARE able to revive the fallen wight, who then die again because the minuscule pieces of obsidian still remain imbedded within them.”

“What about the glass balls that we’re throwing at them?” asked Shireen.

“The glass spheres you speak up are filled with a chemical that Lady Margaery Tully invented and gave the recipe to the Alchemists guild, your grace,” answered Lord Hand Jon Stark. “They make the weirwood sprouts grow that we planted outside the walls. They work good, but we don’t have enough to make an impact against such large numbers. And now that there’re here, we can’t plant more. “


JON

After the meeting, Lord Tryion pulled me aside.

“Lord Hand, if I could have a moment of your time,” asked Tyrion. “When you came back to King’s Landing, you brought my wife’s wife, Ygrette with you. She tells me that although our wife, Yara is dead, our children, my children, are still on at Pike. If the seas are freezing, they may freeze their way all the way out to the Iron islands. Please, if there’s anyway possible, I would like to see a rescue mission sent to the Iron Islands.”

“I understand, Lord Tyrion,” I told him. “And I sympathise. Again, my condolences on the death of your wife. But the Army of the Dead have us surrounded. There are millions of them out there, just beyond where we can see.”

“How can you know that?” asked Tyrion.

“I can feel them, even from here,” I replied.

“What if I sent my own men?” offered Tyrion. “I still have a few here.”

“Then you’d be sending those men to their deaths,” I advised him.

“You were able to come here when King’s Landing was already surrounded by wights!” pointed out Tyrion. “Maybe we can go back the way you came?”

“I didn’t do that under my own power,” I explained. “I wizard sent me here. And since ravens can’t fly in this storm, we have no way of contacting him until he contacts us. There’s nothing we can do for now but hope your loved ones are safe.”



MARGAERY

Cat and I clashed from the very beginning. She was happy to spend time with her grandchildren, but she had difficulty adjusting the fact that I was Lady Tully, and not her. She also was having problems coping with her new body. Being that size and at Riverrun reminded her of when she was a little girl. She alternated between reverting to childhood behaviors that she was suddenly small and fit enough to engage in again and attempting to command everyone around her as if she was the Lady of the castle. The Children of the Forrest were particularly insulted at her behavior and shunned her like one might an attention seeking unruly child.

The arrival of the Knights of the Reach and their horses had caused me to inventory our supplies. When I realized that the horses were eating grain that was fit for human consumption, I put a stop to that. The only fodder the horses would be allowed was the grasses that humans could not eat. This might not be ideal nutritionally for the horses, but we needed to conserve our supplies if we hoped to survive the winter. We only had about a two years supply of food and it was too dark, cold and windy to grow plants at all. Edric’s spell might keep us safe, here in the castle. But the Dead were still out there, making hunting too dangerous to attempt. And so I turned my attention to fungi. Perhaps mycoculture might be a solution to our food dilemma?


JOFFREY

When I arrived at King’s Landing, I couldn’t believe how many of us there were! I hadn’t imagined that there were this many dead people in the world. And the masters were raising more from the ground! I could feel the people of the city, burning me with their very living existence. I burned with hunger to kill every last one of them!


TRYSTANE

When we woke, after we got dressed, Arya started dancing, still in the tent.

“What are you doing?” asked Bran.

“I’m changing,” replied Arya before she went back to concentrating on her dance.

“It’s a bit of my magic I taught her,” I explained. “Watch closely.”

As we watched her dance the dance I had taught her, she grew paler and paler. Over the course of 10 minutes her hair grew as light a blonde as you could be without being albino. Her skin became paler too. She even turned the furs of her winter clothes a pure white. At the same time her hair grew longer, past her shoulders and her eyes were now a deep purple. Although she’d changed her colouration, her features were still recognizably those of Arya. She was not as good at this as I am. When she stopped, she turned to address us:

“You seemed so uncomfortable sharing a blanket with us last night, I thought I would be someone else that you’re not afraid to brush up against,” explained Arya. “Now I look like Visenya the dragon rider! You can call me: Vis, for short.”

“You’re very pretty like this,” I told my wife, with a kiss. “I suits you.”

“Is there something magic you can do so I don’t have to wear my hood?” asked Arya. “I want to ride with my hair flowing freely!”

“Sure, I think I can do something,” said Bran, as he waved his wand a few times.

He’d done a could of spells. One that kept her head warm, even uncovered and another that protected her head so that the snowflakes would stop, a foot away from hitting her face and slide off in the wind. It was still as dark as a starless night and colder that a witch’s tit in a brass bra. And the wind was still howling so loud we often had to shout to hear one another. Some saddles had been made for the dire wolves. And after Bran used his magic to pack things up, shrink them and put them in the saddle bags, the two of them climbed on to ride. Arya’s double headed spear and Bran’s short spear were tied to the harness of the wolves in knots that could be quick released if they needed them.

When they took off, I shifted into the wereworld and followed after them. Where they were seeing a blinding blizzard in near darkness. I was seeing a never ending sandstorm. It was a little more brightly lit for me than them. But it was just as cold for me as it was for them. As I ran through the sand dunes, I had to keep moving or I would start to sink into them. Their dire wolves had the same problem with the snow drifts.

We couldn’t see the stars of the sun, so every once in a while Bran would have to stop and do a spell that would make his wand point West for him. It was during one of those times that a small squad of the Dead erupted out of the snow and attacked us. When they first popped up, one of them was able to grab Bran and drag him under! Arya popped her double ended spear off the harness and stabbed the one next to her, while hopping off Nymeria on the other side. I stabbed the one in front of me, then twisted around to dodge the one trying to stab me in the back. I swept it’s feet with the butt of my spear, then stabbed it with the valerian steel head. Arya was stabbing another with one end of her obsidian headed spear, then got another one with the other end.

“Bran!” cried Arya, as she knelt where he had gone under to try to dig him out.

“I’ll get him! You take care of these guys,” I told her, as I stabbed another one.

I shifted further into the wereworld. Where they were seeing wights, I was seeing skeletons that were dragging a drowning Bran further under. I was so far from reality now that I could swim through this sand like water. I swam down below Bran and killed the skeletons that had been dragging him under. I then shifted Bran into the wereworld so I could put my arm around him and swim to the surface. When I got our heads above ground I saw that Arya was just finishing the last of them. I shifted Bran and I back into her world so she could help us out. The two dire wolves each had a deactivated wight in their mouth that they were still shaking.

“We need to get out of here before more of them come,” I told them.

They both got on their dire wolves and we headed away in an unknown direction, not even stopping for Bran to do his direction spell for another hour. We kept going West. With no clues from the sky as to when it was night, we would call it evening when we were tired.

After Bran used his magic to un-shrink the tent, blankets and camp supplies and set up the tent. He walked around the outside of the tent to cast another spell he hadn’t the night before.

After we piled into the tent all three of us fell on each other in a passionate embrace that quickly turned into cuddling and more. Without Bran’s wand lighting up things we were fumbling around in the dark as the three of us in a puppy pile, fondled and kissed each other. I was kissing Bran while I played with one of Arya’s tits with one hand, when I heard Arya say:

“Oh yes! Yes!”

in the way that she usually does when a man is entering her. This was followed by the slapping sounds of flesh hitting together for a few seconds before Arya began frantically shouting:

“Bran, pull out! . . . Bran, stop! . . . I’m Arya! . . . Your SISTER!”

“NO!” cried Bran, as they both shifted position. “No! No! No! No!”

“Bran, it’s alright! Everything’s fine. It’s not your fault! I asked you to!” soothed Arya, just before I heard kissing sounds.

I groped around until I found Bran’s cock. I took it in hand and put the tip in my mouth. He was fully erect and I could taste Arya’s juices on him as I traced around the head with my tongue. He started to spurt almost immediately and I swallowed every drop while my wife continued to offer soothing words to her brother alternating with kisses.

Once he was finished, I changed position so I could hug them both as they continued to talk.

“I’m sorry I did that to you,” apologized Arya. “When I felt you trying to stick it in me, I wanted it, and told you yes. I even guided you in. But when I realized we were actually fucking I panicked. Now I wished I hadn’t!”

“Why is that?” I asked.

“Because I didn’t get to finish,” said Arya. “I started incest, but I haven’t completed it. . . .And it felt good! . . .I liked it! . . .I was enjoying it.”

“It felt good to me too,” admitted Bran. “I’m ashamed of what we did. . . .But part of me wants to do it again.”

“I changed my appearance so you’d be more comfortable, But I didn’t mean for you to be THIS comfortable with me!” snickered Arya. “Now, I regret stopping you. . . . This is not an invitation . . . but if you try that again . . . I might not stop you . . .”

“We’re alone in the world,” I observed. “If the three of us wanted to have a fling, no one would ever know.”

We all went silent for a moment as the implications sunk in. Finally Arya broke the silence:

“I love you brother,” pronounced Arya. “But right now I’m still feeling desperate to get fucked. Could you hold my hand while Trystane fucks me?”

“Anything for you,” replied Bran as he shifted away from her and I started showering affection on her.

I soon had her shouting out exhortations to the ‘Old Gods’ over and over. When we were finished and I had gotten off her, Bran moved closer and started to kiss her again.

“That was nice,” admitted Bran.

“More so for me,” retorted Arya. “I was the one of us who got fucked!”

We all three cuddled and kissed some more. And this time, when we fell asleep, Arya was the middle spoon.