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The Return Of Gods

Summary:

What if The Gods of Westeros Cared about Mortals? What if they decided not to wait in sidelines any more? What if the gods decided to help the Mortals in their quest to defeat the Night King and his White Walkers? What if they gave a damm about mortal life?

What if they reincarnate as Humans? What if 7 Gods reincarnate as 5 Starks, One Snow and One Greyjoy?

Watch as these 7 Individuals become legends changing history and writing their story worthy of The Age of Heroes.

 

Or

The Gods Reincarnate as Stark Children.

Notes:

This fanfic is inspired by the Hindu Epic, The Mahabharata where Gods reincarnated as Humans to restore the Cosmic Balance of the Universe.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Prologue: The Meeting

Chapter Text

 

The Hall Of Gods.

A Dimension outside the Material World.

A Paradise above Heaven. Unbounded by Time, Space and Reality.

This is the abode of various Gods and Other Celestial Beings. Here the Various Gods that made Civilization throughout the history of Planetos reside. Living with each other in perfect Harmony.

"We need to act now!" A baritone voice snapped.

Well not perfect Harmony.

"And what should we do Eros?" Another voice, belonging to a man with four arms, said calmly.

"Anything, except sitting on our arse" Eros, The Old God of War, Strength and Lightning snapped as he glared at his younger brother, Alric, Old God of Devine Architecture, Smithing and Foresight.

"You know we can't do anything brother?" A  melodious said softly. Her words were like bells chiming in the wind. The Woman has beautiful grey eyes and Dark hair as beautiful as the Moonless night sky. She is Ariel, twin Sister of Eros and goddess of Beauty, love and innocence.

"Ariel is right. We can't do anything without breaking the Pact of Gods." A female voice says quitely, this one belonging to a brown haired female with grey eyes. Unlike Ariel she has a type of wild beauty. She is Uriel, Goddess of Ice and Frost and youngest Sister of Eros (but still older than Alric).

The Pact of Gods is a mutual agreement between all the Gods. It is a policy of non Interference which says that the Gods can't interfere with the happenings of Mortal Realm.

Nearly 10,000 Years Ago, Usmo, The Drowned God of Ironborn, broke this pact. Which forced the other Gods to banish him from the Hall of Gods by stripping him of his powers, rendering him almost powerless.

"As much as I want to interfere. We can't risk angering the others, especially The Seven Who Are One. They already hate us enough" Ferus, the Youngest sibling of Eros and God of Animals and Nature, remarked.

"Really Ferus?! You are saying this?" Eros looked at his youngest brother in anger "Aren't you the God of Nature? Will you love to see nature being destroyed by the White Walkers led by The Night King? Will you love to see your animals being killed only to resurrect as mindless wights? Will you love to see the beautiful nature devoid of all life?"

Ferus looked down in sadness and whispered "There is no way we can do anything without breaking the pact and you know it Eros".

Before Eros can reply a voice interjected.

"There is always a Way" A voice which is neither feminine nor male, said from behind them.

They turned to see two figures.

The first is a figure covered in flames. It has four arms and two faces, one make the other female. It was wearing a blood red armour with a symbol of flaming heart at it's chest. This is Rh'llor, God of Flames, Light and Rebirth.

The second figure is a male. He has a tall lean build, with Dark blue hair framing his angular face. His Blue eyes is light with mischief, as if he knows some hidden joke. He is Uller, God of Archery and Mischief. Younger brother of Drowned God, Usmo.

"Rh'llor, Uller" Eros said smiling, seeing his best friends.

"Hello Ariel" Uller purred softly causing the Goddess of beauty to flush "You are looking beautiful today". Eros scowled, and shot a bolt of lightning towards Uller, which the god dodged with a yelp.

"Stop dishonouring my Sister!" Eros sneered.

"I didn't dishonour her!" Uller said defensively "I  only complimented her divine beauty".

"Enough you two" Alric said sighing before turning towards  Rh'llor "You say that you know a way. What is it?"

"We will do what we all did nearly 8000 Years ago, to stop Usmo" Rh'llor said causing their eyes to widen.

"Reincarnation?!" Alric whispered.

After being banished and stripped of his powers by the Gods, Usmo in his anger, bitterness, and need for revenge created the White Walkers and Night King in an attempt to destroy all of creation. And with the God's Policy of non interference, they nearly succeeded.

But then the Old Gods reincarnated as Mortals to help humanity in fighting the tide of The Others. Since they can't interfere directly they descended down the Mortal Worlds as Avatars.

Eros reincarnated as Durran Durrandon, The Storm King.

Ferus reincarnated as Lann The Clever, bastard son of Daemon Casterly, and King of Casterly Rock.

Ariel reincarnated as Desmera Greenhand, Great Grand-Daughter of Garth Greenhand.

Alric reincarnated as Bran The Builder. Founder of House Stark.

Uriel reincarnated as Alysanne Mudd, Daughter of Brynden Mudd and founder of House Mudd.

Uller reincarnated as Urras Hoare, The Grey King of Iron Isle.

And lastly Rh'llor reincarnated as Azor Ahai, The Hero of Light.

Together this seven individuals vanquished the The Night King and his armies driving them in The Lands Of Always Winter, after which Bran created The Wall. The Drowned God was then shackled and forced into a slumber deep beneath the Ocean, where even now he rests.

"But in which House will we reincarnate?" Uriel asked "Very few Houses still have the power of Magic in their blood".

"Why? House Stark of course" Alric said smugly causing Eros to clench his jaw "The blood of The First Men is still thick in their veins along with magic".

"If only House Durrandon still survived" Eros thought bitterly

"Well then" Eros nodded with a sigh knowing there is no choice "I and my siblings will reincarnate in House Stark".

"And I will reincarnate as a Greyjoy" Uller declared causing the others to look at him in surprise.

"Why?" Eros questioned.

"This calamity is my Brother's legacy" Uller said firmly.

"This isn't your fault" Ariel said softly causing Uller to shake his head.

"It will be if I don't take responsibility of the crimes made by my own kin" He said before grinning "And besides, you will be there" He winked at her, causing Ariel to flush and Eros to growl and lunge at him. Uller yelped running away while Eros gave chase, shooting bolts of lightning all the while.

Rh'llor sighed but smiled nonetheless. It knows that a new Era will soon begin in the mortal World, which will shake it to its very core.

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These are the reincarnations:-

Eros:- Old God Of Lightning, War and Strength. He will reincarnate as Robb Stark.

Alric:- Old God of Devine Architecture, Smithing and Foresight. He will reincarnate as Bran Stark.

Ariel:- Old Goddess of Beauty, Love and Innocence. She will reincarnate as Sansa Stark.

Uriel:- Old Goddess of Ice and Frost. She will reincarnate as Arya Stark.

Ferus:- Old God of Animals and Nature. He will reincarnate as Rickon Stark.

Uller:- God of Archery and Mischief and younger brother of Drowned God, Usmo. He will reincarnate as Theon Greyjoy.

Rh'llor:- God of Fire, Light and Rebirth. It is Gender neutral God as it is neither male not female. It will reincarnate as Lyanna Snow (Female Jon Snow).

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As said above, this fanfic is inspired by the Hindu Epic Mahabharata. Now those who are not familiar with this epic, here is the context.

In Hindu Mythology their is something called The Celestial Weapons. These are Weapons which the Gods bestoyed upon Mortal Warriors who have proven themselves capable. Think of this Weapons as Nukes which requires specific Spells (like Nuclear Launch Codes) to activate. This Weapons range from Agneyastra (which can vaporise entire Oceans) to Pashupata Astra (which can destroy the Entire Universe). And this Weapons were wielded by Mortals.

But with the coming of the Fourth Age (Kaliyuga/Modern Age) greed and Selfishness is at their peak. And the Gods knew that it will be disastrous for the safety of the Universe if the Humans continued to Wield these Weapons. So many gods reincarnated as Humans to stop this.

The Cataclysmic Kurukshetra War which resulted in nearly 2 Billion Deaths caused almost the entirety of Warrior Clans (wielding Celestial Weapons) to perish. And the knowledge of this Weapons were lost forever. Saving the modern World from early destruction.

Chapter 2: The Birth Of The Legends

Summary:

Birth of War, Peace and Light.

Notes:

Robb and Sansa will be twins in my story

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Mid 283 AC

THE RIVERLANDS

RIVERRUN

Catelyn Tully

Riverrun was brimming with life and joy, ever since the glorious news about The Rebel Victory at the Trident River had reached them a few months ago. Everyone was happy and lively

But today the happy silence was shattered by pain filled cries, coming from the birthing chamber.

"Push, Lady Stark!" the midwife told the soon to be mother.

"Ahhhh!!!!" she yelled, falling on the bed tiredly "What in the name of the Seven do you think I am doing till now?!"

The Midwife named Willa, bless her soul, ignored her rude comment.

"You can do this, my lady! Just a little more. Please, just a little more" Willa encouraged her, and Catelyn couldn't help the painful whimper that escaped her lips.

"It hurts too much....." She whimpered "Make it stop".

Outside the room Lysa was nervously fidgeting in her seat as she heard her sister's painful cries, while Edmure furiously paced, muttering curses.

"Push, my lady!" Willa encouraged excitedly "I can see the head now, my lady. Just a little more."

Catelyn faught against her exhaustion and pushed with all her might.

Then a shrill cry of a baby pierced the room. The cry was like a thunderstrike which was so great that it nearly shook the Castle of it's foundation.

Then the most amazing thing occurred.

The sky which was clear till now was darkened by clouds. The winds picked up in its intensity. Thunder and lightning struck the trees, setting them ablaze. The calm waters of the Trident raged.

Riverrun was filled with screams of people. No one can understand what was happening. The most religious ones dropped to their knees and began praying, thinking that the end is near.

Inside the Godswood of Riverrun, The Heart Tree began crying blood. The Bells in the Sept began tolling, while the Septon looked in shock and began praying to The-Seven-Who-Are-One.

Inside the birthing chamber Catelyn looked at her baby with happy tears in her eyes. Suddenly a voice began echoing in her head.

"The greatest Warrior of this Age has finally taken birth. He will Be Valorous, Courageous, Righteous, Just, Impartial, Brave, Virtuous , Fierce, Loyal and Gloriously Visionary. He will be calm hearted, pleasing, gentle and handsome like the moon. He will be as beautiful as the Sun and will bring light to this dark World. His name and fame of his exploits will remain till the end of World."

Catelyn was awed as she heard the Celestial Voice. Her son was special.

"Robb" She muttered before whimpering in pain.

"There is another baby!" Willa, who obliviously haven't heard the voice, cried in alarm.

Catelyn clenched her fists and began pushing. This time the birth wasn't as complicated as her first one, and soon another cry, this time a girl's, joined her son's.

As soon as the girl was born, the clouds dispersed and bright sunlight illuminated the sky. The waters of the Trident become calm again. The raging winds died. Flowers bloomed. Birds began chirping, giving an air of peace and tranquillity.

The mind voice began speaking once again.

"Peace, the twin of War. Two bodies but one single soul. The one who would temper the raging heart of her brother. The one who would always help others. The Gentle Soul has finally come in this world . The one who would heal the land from scars of war"

Just like her son, her daughter too is gifted by the Gods themselves. Catelyn smiled and clutched both her children at her chest.

"Sansa" She whispered and finally let her tired body embrace the sweet darkness of sleep.

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DORNE

THE TOWER OF JOY

Arthur Dayne

Ser Arthur Dayne, of The Kingsguard, was sitting on a rock, cleaning his Greatsword; it was the legendary sword of House Dayne. They called it Dawn and the man who wield it was known as The Sword Of The Morning. He knows that his Sword doesn't need any cleaning for it was created with some mysterious magical metal which always kept it clean, even from blood. No. The reason he was cleaning his Sword, was because it was the only thing he could do to keep his head clear from darker thoughts.

The News about  Prince Rhaegar's death has been a devastating wound to his soul, more than any blade or lance can give.

Robert Baratheon may have smashed his Warhammer on Rhaegar's chest but it was Arthur, and his companions, Oswell and Gerold, who have felt the blow.

But it wasn't the End. Soon the fall of King's Landing and death of Elia Martell and her children, reached them by a Raven sent by a mysterious benefactor. (Arthur suspects that it was Lord Varys, The Masters of Whispers, who sent the Raven message).

Losing Rhaegar was a blow but losing Elia, someone he deeply loved and admired, felt like a festering wound in his heart.

It was a hopeless situation for him and the rest of the Kingsguard. Throughout the entire War they have been doing nothing but guard their Prince's mistress and her future child, while thousands of loyalists laid down their lives for the survival of House Targaryen.

And now his prince, his future king, his friend was dead, and he wasn't by his side to protect him, he failed in the accomplishment of his duty.

"Some Kingsguard we are" Oswell who was sitting beside him, muttered bitterly "Doing nothing but polishing our armours while our future King dies alone".

Arthur's heart clenched hearing his friend's words.

"They call us the best Swords in the Kingdoms" Oswell continued "But what good is a blade if it isn't used to slay its foes, to kiss the flesh of their enemies, or draw their blood. To......

"Enough Whent!" Snapped Gerold 'White Bull' Hightower, effectively silencing Oswell's whines "Your whining is making me sick. You are not the only one who feels this way. So keep your mouth shut".

Oswell glared at his commander and opened his mouth to retort, but before he could say anything he might regret, the scream of a woman pierced through the air, full of pain and desperation.

"Lady Lyanna" he thought grimly and looked at the Lord Commander for permission. Gerold gave a single nod in return after which he ran towards the entrance in haste.

He entered the old building and ran upstairs, his armour claking. He failed in protecting Prince Rhaegar but he was determined to protect his legacy. The baby is Rhaegar's last legacy.

By the time he reached the top of the tower Arthur heard a baby crying, he got in and saw a picture that will follow him to the grave. Lyanna Stark was resting over a pool of her own blood and beside her was a baby.

But what shocked Arthur was tiny speks of light and flame that seems to come out the child's body. The tiny sparks luminated the dark room in an eternal light, which nearly brought Arthur to his knees.

"By the Seven! What is happening to the baby?" The Sword Of The Morning, thought in shock.

A deep musical voice then spoke inside his head, snapping Arthur out of his shock.

"The Flame of Valryia has been reignited once again. It is the supreme lightbringer, the one who lights the world, the flame that consumes it's foes. The Supreme one who have descended down the Earth. And none may extinguish it until it has banished the darkness and light forth a path towards a new age"

Arthur stumbled back as the voice retreated from his mind.

"What was that voice?" Arthur thought in shock turning to look at the baby who has now stopped glowing and sparking flames.

"Arthur, my dear friend, come closer... please", the weakening voice of Lyanna Stark broke Arthur out of his shock. He quickly came towards the dying mother.

Arthur leaned close to her and the baby, his hands were shaking it was a nightmare for the mighty Sword Of The Morning. He could cut down a dozen Knights but nobody trained him to see a dying mother fighting to stay a little longer in the world of the living.

Lyanna smiled and with a breaking voice and tears dropping through her face she spoke "Her name is Visenya. Rhaegar chose the name" She said her voice wistful "He was certain that the baby would be a girl, just like it was meant to be. He said it was a prophecy and he has seen the flames. I didn't understand that time but now I know. She is special" A pained gasp escaped her lips and she shuddered in pain "I only hoped that Rhaegar would have lived to see this".

Her voice slowly weakened and Arthur's heart sank. He isn't a healer. He can't save her and the realization crushed his already mangled heart.

"Arthur!!!" The voice of Ser Gerold shouted from outside startling him "Come down quickly. We are going to receive some company". His words were however drowned by the distant sound of hoof beats on sand.

"Looks like Oswell got what he wished for" Arthur thought

He looked at the sleeping baby and her weakened mother one last time, before walking outside the room without a single word or a backward glance. He didn't have the courage to look at Lyanna Stark's tear filled eyes.

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Eddard Stark

Eddard Stark was a man on a mission, as he and his companions raced down the sandy roads of Drone.

They were seven, riding hard in the Dornish desert, silent and intent. The hard sun beat down upon their back, but no one felt it.

They were seven, bound together unto death for a single purpose. The old broken down spire was in the distance, far above the shifting sands, almost level with the majestic mountains. The battles were won, the king struck down. A new man sat the Iron Throne, but none were thinking of him, or the crown.

They were seven, determined and brave.

Lord Stark rode at the head, hair blowing in the hot wind. His father and his brother were gone forever. He would not lose her as well.

Beside him was Howland Reed, the crannogman, Lord of the Greywater Watch.

Between them was Ethan Glover, hard and unyielding, all the happiness taken out of him when his companions were slain before his very eyes, while his best friend was strangled to death.

Next to him was Martyn Cassel, proud features etched upon his gaunt face as he rode, remembering the son he left behind, hoping he would remember him in turn.

Lord William Dustin rode off to the side, guarding their flanks on his great red stallion, memories of his wife's last kiss on his lips. He dug his spurs into the horse's side and rode on.

Theo Wull rode behind them all, thinking of the girl he left behind, her last words and the feel of her against him.

Ser Mark Ryswell rode as well, trying to lighten the mood as they rode on, intent on the ever-growing spire ahead of them.

They were seven, different all, united in one final purpose.

Lord Stark called out a word and the reined up as one and three men walked slowly out of the tower.

Ser Oswell Whent sat on the sand, sharpening his sword, trying as hard as he could to avoid looking at them.

The White Bull, Ser Gerold Hightower, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard stood, cape billowing out as he tried to find the words to say to the men who stood before him.

Beside him was Arthur Dayne, The Sword Of The Morning, his pale blade poking over the top of his shoulder.

A hidden glance seemed to pass through Ned and Arthur.

Seven Vs Three.

"I looked for you on the Trident," Lord Eddard said to the three.

"We were not there," The White Bull replied in his deep, resonating tones.

"Your friend the Usurper would have been dead if we had been," Whent added.

"When the Red Keep fell to Tywin and the King was slain by your brother, we wondered where you were." Ned snarked back. He didn't miss the flinch Ser Arthur gave.

"We were far way," Ser Gerold, the immovable mountain, said undeterred, not giving any reaction towards the barb "Or Aerys would yet sit the Iron Throne and our false brother would burn in the seven hells."

"When I lifted the siege on Storm's End Mace Tyrell and Paxter Redwyne bent their knees. I was certain you would be with them," Ned said quietly.

"The knees of the Kingsguard do not bend easily," Arthur Dayne said with a half-smile.

"Willem Darry has fled with the queen and young Viserys. We thought you to be with them." Ned said, moving slowly inwards. The six moved with him.

"The Kingsguard do not flee," Ser Oswell Whent said, standing up slowly.

"Then or now," Gerold said, drawing his sword with an ominous rasp of steel.

"We swore a vow," The Sword of the Mornng said, donning his Silver helm.

"Now it begins," The three said in unison.

"No," This time it was Howland Reed, moving in, his three pronged spear in hand. "Now it ends."

With that they charged.

Theo Wull, like the hard Mountain Clansman he was, charged at Whent. His Axe clashed with Oswell's Longsword, and the strength behind it caused the Kingsguard to skid a few steps back.

But Oswell wasn't a Kingsguard just in name. He recovered quickly and began fighting with vicious slashes and jabs. Matching Wull's strength with speed.

While this was happening the rest entered the fray.

Howland with his poisoned spear attacked Gerold nearly catching him in his throat. But the White Bull dodged expertly and blocked a strike from Mark Russell.

Ser Arthur meanwhile was attacked by four men:- Ned, William, Ethan and Martyn. But despite this they were all checked by Arthur, who was like an immovable object, taking their attacks like a mountain would take on a raging storm.

Ned faught cautiously always keeping out of range from Arthur's Magical Greatsword, which flashed and shined like a flash of lightning in a moonless sky.

Both William and Martyn faught with determination, knowing their opponent is one the greatest there is.

It was Ethan however who faught like a berserkar, filled with the righteous anger of a raging volcano.The deaths of his friends has made him reckless.

It was Oswell who scored the first kill, running his sword through Wull's gut. But he made the mistake of getting too close towards a Mountain Clansman. Theo screamed, less in pain and more in anger, and brought down his axe over Oswell's neck with all his might.

The Axe severed Oswell's head from his shoulders, while Wull gasped his last few breathes. Both bodies fell to the ground at the same time, devoid of life.

Gerold's eyes widened in rage over his comrade's death and he began his attacks with new found determination. He bashed Mark Ryswell with his shield stunning him for a few moments, which all it took for the White Bull to slit his enemy's throat.

Mark Ryswell fell to the ground clutching his throat but the Kingsguard didn't even bothered to look at his dying foe, instead continuing his assault towards Howland Reed.

Seeing the Crannogman getting overwhelmed, Martyn broke from fighting Arthur to assist the Lord Of Greywater Watch.

Together the two of them began fighting the skilled Lord Commander, who was beginning to sweat. His heavy armour along with the scorching heat of Drone taking a toll on his old age.

The haggard commander began backing off slightly but his feet hit one of the many stones, scattered across the weathered area, causing him to stumble.

Howland quickly capitalised over his enemy's weakness and he leapt towards him quick as a frog. His raised his poisoned Spear and rammed it on Gerold's throat, thus ending the White Bull's life.

Now it was one vs five.

But not for long as Arthur avenged his Commander's Death by splitting Ethan's head in two, spraying blood and brain matter in the sand. The Glover had come too close to Dawn's reach and The Sword Of The Morning paid him for his recklessness.

Seeing another of their comrade dead, Martyn charged back at Arthur, while Howland stayed behind. The Crannogman felt the Dagger strapped on his belt.

Arthur, with a complex sword maneuver that seemed to have come from Legends of old, disarmed Ned and bashed his gauntleted on William's face, throwing him on the ground. Then with a flick of his arm he stabbed Martyn through his chest. The magical Sword cleaved through armour like it wasn't even there.

"Jory...." Martyn crocked his last words and Arthur threw his body, then raised his sword, preparing to finish off the still downed William.

But Howland, who was till now waiting for an opportunity, quickly took his dagger and threw it at Arthur with all his strength. His aim, which was honed through years of hunting in the bogs of Greywater Watch, was true, and the dagger found its mark, lodging itself in Arthur's neck.

Arthur gagged and fell to his knees, blood spurting of his mouth. His sword and Shield fell in the ground.

Ned quickly picked up his sword and made his way towards Arthur. He pointed the tip towards the downed Knight and said "Any last Words".

Arthur looked at him and gasped out his last words "S..she...w.as wi...th Ch..ild" He gagged out more blood flowing down his neck "T..he Chil..d is spe... cial. Cov...ered in fla...mes she was"

Ned's blood run cold "Child?! She was with Child!" He thought in horror "She is too young".

Howland, who was helping the bruised William on his feet, frowned in confusion "Child covered in flames?"

Arthur nodded "A G...irl ..sh.e wa..s covered in fl..ame and li...ght" His words slowed down "Take c...are o..f her".

"I will" Ned nodded grimly and pierced Arthur through his heart ending his suffering. Thus died one of the Greatest Swordsman in World's history.

Ned looked at the Tower with a fear filled gaze before turning towards his remaining two companions.

"Go" Willium grunted from where he was nursing his bruised jaw. Fortunately it wasn't much and he can still kiss his Wife without wincing in pain.

Ned nodded and raced towards the broken Tower where the truth and his greatest fear awaits him.

He runs up the tower, taking three stairs with each step, following the scent of blood and wound rot in the air.

The door at the topmost room creaks and there are rose-scented candles everywhere, but their perfume does little to mask the familiar stench of death. Yet all these only register slowly with Ned, his eyes taken by his sister lying on a cot of blood-stained sheets. She is dying. All this war, his burnt father, his brother strangled, and still Eddard cannot save his sister.

"Lya," Eddard rasped, his voice bordering on a pitiful whine.

Lyanna looks smaller, wan and sickly, like all the life has been sucked out of her. But even then she, ever the fighter, opens her eyes, and looks around wildly.

"Ned?" Lyanna's voice breathes disbelief. "Are you really here, Ned?"

Eddard staggers closer, falling, kneeling. He is at her bedside immediately and grasps her hand tightly, but Lyanna's grip is weaker than he ever thought possible as her skin runs hot.

"Yes, sister, i....it is me. It is really me."

"So it's not a dream" Tears leak out, but Lyanna is already too weak to fully cry. And yet, she looks happy "You are really here".

"Yes" He choked out before his eyes fell on the baby. The baby, a girl, was beautiful, with black hair. She was sleeping peacefully uncaring of her surroundings.

"Her name is Visenya" Lyanna choked out "Take care of her for me Ned". She knows that if Robert found out about her, then he will kill her baby. Ned knows this too, as he carefully picked up the baby.

The baby suddenly opened her eyes leaving Ned awed with stunned disbelief. Her eyes are like beautiful Purple gemstones, with flecks of Indigo which shone like dying embers from a fire pit.

The Child giggled and Ned's heart melted at the melodious sound.

"Promise me Ned" Lyanna whispered "Promise me you will protect her from Robert. Promise me".

"I promise" Ned nodded resolutely, bitter tears streaming down his face.

Hearing his assurance Lyanna closed her eyes and muttered her last words "I am sorry. For everything". With that Lyanna Stark's soul departed the world of the living.

Ned broke down crying, sobbing uncontrollably as he looked at his sister's corpse. Clutching his niece to his chest, he promised once again, that he would protect her to the bitter end.

Notes:

I hope you liked the chapter, especially the Celestial voices which filled Cat and Ned's mind. As I said in previous chapter, this story is inspired by Hindu Epic, Mahabharata, where during the birth of Demigods, Celestial Voices filled the sky which proclaimed the destiny and great future of the baby. I hope you also like that William Dustin lives, it will certainly lessen the grudge Barbaery held towards House Stark. I hope you like the chapter.

Chapter 3: Origins

Summary:

Ned Returns With Secrets!!

Notes:

Hope You Like This Small Chapter. Please Dont Forget To Leave A Comment Below.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Catelyn looked at her children peacefully sleeping in the cirb. Both of them are beautiful but are as different as the Sun and Moon.

Her daughter is calm and can charm anyone with her melodious giggle and baby blue eyes. The wet nurse had particularly fallen in love with daughter.

Her Robb is however a bundle of energy and always demanding. His cries are like thunderclaps, which causes others to cover their ears. Her younger brother Edmure always complains about it, though she always ignores him.

One thing however unnatural about Robb is his immense strength. Her newborn Son, only a few days old, has enough strength to accidentally break the Wood of the cirb when he clutched it too hard.

Robb also had accidentally broken the fingers of the Midwife when she was changing his soiled clothes. The Midwife had run away, screaming in pain, and babbling about "Demon Child". It had taken a dozen Golden Dragons and a threat to buy the Midwife's silence regarding the matter.

After that incident, Catelyn herself had taken up on Robb's care. She changes his soiled clothes, fed him on her own breasts like a Wetnurse. At first she was nervous, thinking that Robb may accidentally hurt her, after all he was a babe. But to her surprise and happiness, Robb never fussed at her embrace. He was always calm when he was with her or Sansa.

"You two are divine blessings from the Gods. Yes you are, there is no doubt that you are special" Catelyn thought smiling while she petted the sleeping forms of her children

Her thoughts however were interrupted by a knock on the door. Catelyn sighed in annoyance and ordered "You may come in".

A soldier entered the room, decked in his armour and chainmail. He bowed low with his right fist on his heart and spoke "My Lady, we have spotted banners of Grey Direwolf coming from East".

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"My Lord" Catelyn courtesies at her husband who dismounted from his Warhorse. The Lord of Winterfell approached his Wife, while Lord Reed followed behind, carrying a small bundle in his arms.

"My Lady" Ned greeted back, but then she noticed her looking at the bundle on Howland's arms.

"What is it, My Lord" Catelyn asked, dread pooling inside her. Ned looked at Howland's grim face and nodded slightly, causing the Crannogman to reveal the bundle.

Catelyn gasped in shock as she stared at the beautiful sleeping baby girl, who stirred and cried out at the disturbance. The baby opened her eyes, letting out a cute cry.

Catelyn's heart threatened to melt at the adorable sight, however she harded it. Glaring at her husband she spoke calmly "Is she yours?".

Ned grimaced at the glare and spoke somberly "She is my Blood". He gentle took the baby from Reed's arms and cradled her on his chest. The baby giggled melodically as she reached forward to play with a lock of his hair.

"So you broke your vows? You laid with another woman?" Her voice threatened to break. She hadn't expected this from the honourable Eddard Stark.

"My Lady" Ned spoke calmly "We should speak about this matter privately".

"What is there to speak?" Catelyn swallowed thickly.

"Please!!" Ned pleaded with her, his grey eyes full of sadness. Catelyn pursed her lips, but nodded grudgingly. She couldn't say no to those pleading eyes of her husband.

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Ned entered the Nursery, where the babies were sleeping. He slowly crept towards the crib, taking care not to wake them up.

He looked down at awe at the beautiful children, not believing that he was a father.

"I... They ar... e mine" He whispered in awe.

"Yes, they are" Catelyn whispered frostily still a little angry. She tensed when Ned picked up both the children, half expecting Robb to attack and injure Ned, but to her relief they both remained asleep. Moreover, they snuggled on his chest, recognising their father's embrace. Sansa, let out a cute yawn, causing Catelyn to aww at her daughter's cuteness.

Howland had followed them like a shadow, remained silent, carrying Ned's girl in her arms. His eyes however softened as he looked at the children, no doubt remembering his own children he left at Greywater Watch.

"Well! Tell me what you wanted you to say?" Catelyn spoke.

Ned sighed, slowly lowering the twins on the bed, before turning towards his wife.

"Her name is Lyarra, named after my mother" Ned spoke slowly "And she is my blood".

"You have already said that!!" Catelyn thought in frustarion, but didn't inturrept her husband.

"But she isn't my daughter" Catelyn heart stopped.

"What?!"

Ned bowed his head "She is..... she... " He gulped before finally stuttering out "She is my Sister's".

"She is Lyanna's?! But she is too young. And if she is her then the father must be" Her eyes widened in horror.

"Is sh...e she, Rhaegar's?" She stuttered out. Ned nodded solemly, causing her knees to buckle. She caught herself before she can fall on the ground in shock.

"She died at childbirth" He looked at her pleadingly "Please if anyone learns about her then they will kill her". The fate of the Targaryen children came to his mind, and he shuddered.

"But Robert is your friend surely he would not allow this!"

"Robert may not, but we can't be sure of the others" Ned shook his head "Tywin will surely try to have her assasinated. Dorne Or other Targaryen loyalists may use her to further their own agenda"

"Then what should we do?" She asked, causing Ned to close his eyes thoughtfully.

He opened his eyes when an idea struck him "I will tell others that she is Brandon's. It will easily avoid any suspicion, if the World sees her only as Eddard Stark's bastard niece".

Howland nodded. It was a very good plan. If Ned said that she was her daughter and Lady Catelyn treated her without any resentment, then others may become suspicious of it. Even if North was more accepting of bastards, it will still be a stretch for any Royal Lady to treat their husband's illegitimate children with respect.

But if Ned said that Lyarra is his niece and the daughter of his older brother, then it will easily avoid any unwanted suspicion.

"That's a very good plan my Lord" Catelyn nodded relieved. Ned slowly took Lyarra from Howland's grasp, and placed her with the twins on the crib. Immediately, both Robb and Sansa snuggled with their newest sibling, hugging her from both sides.

All the occupants, even Howland, smiled at the adorable scene, seeing the bond forming between the three of them. They all prayed to the Gods hoping for a better future. 

Unknown to them however, the Gods themselves have come to them as their Children.

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Notes:

Sorry for the short chapter friends, but I am currently busy because of my Semester Exams. But I hope you liked it.

Here we see a little glimpse of Robb's power. Being the reincarnation of God Of War, he possessed immense physical Strength. Something we see, when he broke the fingers of the Wetnurse, despite being a newborn.

So our dear Lord Eddard Stark finally manned up and informed Cat about Lyarra's origins, what will the future hold now.

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Chapter 4: Life in Winterfell

Summary:

A Brief Focus On The North

Notes:

Hope you liked this filler chapter. It's just a short glimpse of life in Winterfell.

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Four years had passed since the war had ended and Eddard, his new Southern Wife and their Children had returned to Winterfell.

It took Ned a few months to adjust and learn how to rule Winterfell and The North efficiently. With him having no prior experience as he was only a second son. Luckily he had seen how Lord Jon Arryn ruled and had learnt lessons of Lordship from him so it was not too tremendously hard for him and with the help of Maester Luwin and Vayon Poole, he quickly adapted to his new role as Warden Of The North.

 

Catelyn also adjusted to her position as Lady of Winterfell and helped Ned in accounts of coffers and economy. She also remained true to her word and took care of Robb, Sansa and Lyarra equally, and as everyone knows Lyarra being Lord Brandon's daughter, nobody questioned her desicion.

 

While an entire generation of Starks had died during the rebellion, the North hasn't suffered any serious long time harm having lost less than Six thousand men in the entire war. And not only that, King Robert had given the Lands of the New Gift back to the North, which had been given to the Night's Watch by Good Queen Alysanne during the rule of the Targaryens, as a reward for their service in the rebellion.

 

After a year the War had ended, Ned ordered Howland Reed and his vassals, The Crannogmen, to help repair Moat Cailin, even though he knew that the Castle would never be repared back to it's former glory (atleast in his lifetime).

 

Also, following the suggestions of his wife, Ned expanded the Trade that the North has with the rest of the World. Having learnt trade from the traders of Gulltown under Jon Arryn, Ned knew how beneficial it could be for the North if they traded with The Free Cities of Essos.

 

The Free Cities, especially Bravoos, desperately needed Ironwood for their Shipbuilding, which the North gladly provided from their large forests, especially the Wolfswood. The North also traded with Fur, Steel from Northern Mountains, Iron Ore and others raw materials, which resulted in an economic boom that the North has never seen after Torrhen Stark bended his knees to the Iron Throne.

 

With this new amassed wealth, Ned ordered that every Major House in the North must have one Glass Garden, which will provide them food even during Winter, and reduce the number of deaths that happened due to starvation because of the bitter cold.

 

At first the Lords were reluctant but with Ned promising that Winterfell will take 40℅ of the cost of building the Glass Gardens they all agreed.

 

Ned also asked House Manderly to build a fleet of at least a Dozen Longships to protect the Eastern Coasts from the pirates and raiders from The Three Sisters, who are becoming more bold day by day and harassing the Trade Ships between the North and the Free Cities.

 

"I have to ask Lord Arryn for a solution" Ned thought grimly "As Lord Of The Vale, The Three Sisters directly comes under his rule, but the pirates have defied the Iron Throne, again and again"

 

Standing in the bridge that connects the Great Keep to the Armory, he looked down at the Tiltyard where his Children were playing and couldn't help but feel proud at them.

 

Growing up, all three of his children were inseparable, and Ned couldn't help but feel proud of his beautiful children.

 

Both Robb and Lyarra were smart and bold for their age. Even though they are only Four Namedays Old, they can effortlessly capture the attention of an entire room, especially Robb, who was strong enough to lift giant logs or accidentally break them.

 

It was a shock for the residents of Winterfell, seeing the Four namedays old Robb lifting huge logs effortlessly, something even which grown men struggle to lift. Even Ned was shocked at first but it soon changed to an immense feel of pride towards his son, who surely was blessed by the Gods.

 

Lyarra too was strong for her age. While not as strong as her sibling, she can still beat up young guards in pure strength, something which embarrasses them to no end, to lose to a girl so young.

 

Sansa was completely opposite of them. While Lyarra and Robb were always roughhousing against each other and dreaming of becoming great warriors, Sansa was all about Peace and songs. The Smallfolk of Wintertown, says that Lady Sansa must be Goddess reincarnate for her generous and merciful behavior.

 

Because of her kindness, many soldiers of Winterfell were fiercely protective of Sansa, which included her siblings, Robb and Lyarra, who were very protective of their sister, and often compete against each other for her affection. It was harmless competition, so Ned didn't interfere with them, much to Cat's disapproval.

 

Right now both Robb and Lyarra were playing a game of tag, with Sansa cheering them on. Both of them had rocks binded on their backs to restrict moment.

 

For most this is a weird game, but Ned knows that this is not a mere game, but a training regime as well. The rocks restricting their moments, will help them in improving their agility as well as develop their muscles, when they pick up weapons for future. (And Ned knows damm well that Lyarra too will become a warrior, just like her mother and father was).

 

Both competetors were taunting each other, as they circled around each other to find an opening for attack.


"Come on Lya!" Robb taunted grinning "Or are you too scared to attack".

Robb Stark, named after King Robert Baratheon, is an energetic kid with bright ocean blue eyes, which always sparkles with mischief. Standing at a height of 4'6 ft, which was tall for someone not even five namedays old, he has blood red hair, that shone like weirwood leaves in the dim Northern sunlight.

"As if I am afraid of a brutish oaf like you!!" Lyarra sneered back sticking out her tongue in mockery "I am just waiting for you to make a mistake so I can trash you on your back"

Lyarra Snow, just like her brother, is tall for her age, with a height of 3'8, she is the tallest girl her age, in Winterfell and the North. She has silky raven black hair that bounces with her every step. She had blazing Indigo eyes, that shone like two gemstones.

Robb frowned at the taunt and charged at his cousin, the weight of the rocks tied at his waist not slowing him down the least.

Smirking at her idiotic cousin brutish charge, Lyarra dodged him like a Shadowcat, and kicked him on his knees.

Robb stumbled but before falling he quickly grabbed Lyarra, so that they both fell on the ground. Both of them are trying to pin the other on the ground.

Ned chuckled seeing his children enjoying themselves. He wasn't worried about the roughhousing, knowing that Robb always holds back his strength, so not to hurt his cousin.

"So they are going at it again?" A voice asked in an annoyed tone. Ned smiled turning to see his beautiful wife, in northern fur.

"Cat" Ned greeted leaning down to peck her forehead affectionately. Catelyn smiled and looked down at their children.

"When would they learn to behave as Lordlings and not as Wildlings?" She asked annoyed. Ned knows the question is aimed more at Lyanna, who, despite Catelyn's attempts, refuses to behave like a Lady.

"They are children my beautiful wife, it's their age of having fun. You should be patient with them" Ned chuckled before smirking "Especially when another of their siblings is on the way" He said, caressing her belly softly.

Catelyn blushed and smiled. Just this morning she had visited Maester Luwin, as she was feeling unwell the past few days. And to her happiness, the aged Maester declared that she was with child.

Meanwhile in the yard, Robb had successfully pinned Lyarra on the ground.

"Ready to yield my sweet little Cousin?" Robb goaded with a smirk. Lyarra growled but smirked at her arrogant cousin's overconfidence. Swiftly, she pushed her elbow hard in his stomach with all her strength.

"Oooofff!" Robb's hold loosened as he fell down on his back groaning in pain. Lyarra quickly capitalised on that and jumped on him, firmly planting her knees over his chest.

"Looks like it will be you who is going to yield, Robby!!" Lyarra mocked in a sweet sugary tone, as she increased the pressure of her knees on his chest.

"Lya enough! My brother can't take it anymore" A sweet voice spoke in concern. Lyarra frowned but obeyed the voice and stood up, leaving his cousin who was still on the ground, groaning his pain while clutching his stomach.

"You take the fun out of everything, Sansa" Lyarra complained "I was just about to win". She turned towards the sidelines where her cousin is sitting.

Sansa Stark, is the very definition of cuteness made incarnate. With long red hair, like her brother, and ocean blue eyes, she look like a fragile proclean doll. Her beautiful eyes held innocence, that it makes anyone protective of her, which includes her siblings.

Everyone in Winterfell knows that Sansa Stark is the strongest among the Stark children, not because of her physical power, but because of her ability of keeping Robb and Lyarra wrapped around her fingers, as both of them obey her every command.

"You can always win the second time, Lya" Sansa replied sweetly "After all you are stronger than Robb".

Lyarra puffed her chest out at the praise while Robb slowly stood up still clutching his stomach.

"It was a lucky hit. I nearly had you" Robb grumbled, wincing in pain "Next time I won't loose". Lyarra stuck out her tongue in mockery.

"Enough thrashing each other in the mud" Catelyn said sternly from the bridge "Go and wash up. Lord Manderly and his entourage will arrive soon."

A month ago, Lord Manderly of White Harbour had sent a Raven to Winterfell, saying he wanted to meet up with Ned to discuss about the trade and increasing Pirate activities in the Narrow Sea. Word has reached that he had just left Castle Cerwyn, where he was staying the Night before, which means he is close to Winterfell and will arrive soon

"Yes Mother" They all, even Lyarra chorused, before they quickly ran inside.

Catelyn sighed. Life as a Parent is really hard.

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Notes:

Robb, Lyarra And Sansa Are Currently 4 Years Old.

Chapter 5: Interlude: Time Flies

Summary:

A Brief Time Skip.

Notes:

I Hope You Liked This Chapter.

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Winterfell celebrated the birth of new Starks like it has never before. Not when they are blessed by Gods just like their siblings.

The birth of twins, Arya and Brandon Stark heralded the same natural phenomena that happened during the births of Robb, Sansa and Lyarra.

With Arya's birth all skies darkened, and a brief snowstorm engulfed Winterfell and its surrounding lands. The face carved in the Wierwood Tree began crying saps from its eyes.

With Brandon's birth all the Snowstorm that had struck Winterfell subsided immediately, while the Walls of Winterfell glowed in a ethernal blue glow.

"Magic" Old Man had whispered in awe and even Catelyn had to agree. The Walls of Winterfell felt more alive, it's granite Walls pulsed with power like blood in veins.

Their births heralded the same Sky voice, only this time the Winterfell household heard it as well.

"The Ice reincarnates. She will be like the bitter frost which will fell all her foes. She is the cold blanket which will protect the Realm of First Men and shroud its enemies with darkness." The Voice heralded Arya's birth.

"The Builder has risen again. The man who crafted weapons and defences for preserving the Realm of Men from the encroaching darkness. Once again he will help his allies by building marvels, for he has reborn again"  The Voice had declared for Bran.

Catelyn's happiness knew no bounds. Once again she was gifted with a beautiful pair of children who were both God gifted like her previous ones.

However her happiness dampened when Balon Greyjoy rebelled against the Iron Throne. And Ned being the dutiful Lord he was, called his banners for war with the Iron Isles. So her husband left but not before making love to her which surely has left her with another child.

Her suspicion was proven true when after two moons the first sign of pregnancy began showing. Maester Luwin declared her with child again, and all of Winterfell celebrated.

The Greyjoy Rebellion soon ended with the destruction of the Iron Born fleet at Fair Isle and the deaths of Balon's two sons. After that, the entire might of Westeros under King Robert smashed the remaining resistance and forcing Balon to kneel and give up his heirheir, Theon Greyjoy.

She had heard about Theon Greyjoy before. Rumors say that during his birth storms raged on the Iron Islands and that a voice from the skies heralded that he will be greatest Archer ever born in the World.

Now normally she would have dismissed rumours, but after the birth of her children, she isn't so sure. Maybe this Theon Greyjoy is blessed by Gods just like her children.

Ned returned to Winterfell with Theon Greyjoy by his side. The Heir to Iron Isle is a tall boy (not as tall as Robb) for his age with handsome feature and a boyish smile.

What surprised Catelyn was that despite being a hostage, Theon didn't show even a ounce of fear. She was more surprised at the tenderness with how Ned spoke with the Greyjoy, like he was his own son.

Looks like they have formed a close bond along the road from Pyke to Winterfell.

Her children, especially Lya and Robb quickly took to Theon, like they were childhood friend. Together the three hounded Winterfell, playing, pranking and of course training with each other.

Theon, while not as good a Swordsman as Robb or Lya, was a terrific archer, like Iron Born were famed for. His accuracy even shook Ser Rodrik, who confessed he had never seen such Archery.

Also just like her children, Theon too has great physical strength, so much that he had accidentally broken a dozen bows while trying to strech the string.

All in all the life in Winterfell and the North couldn't get any better, and with borth of her fifth child Rickon Stark, came another gift.

A Direwolf.

And not just any Direwolf. But a pregnant She Wolf carrying a litter of pups in her belly.

They were all shocked when the Wolf just appeared in the courtyard of Winterfell the day of Rickon's birth. At first the guards wanted to put the Wolf down but they were stopped when and the Sky voice heralded once more.

"The Protector of all that is wild has taken birth. He will the bridge between nature and Realm of Man. The calmest and also the Wildest of all, he will bring joy to everyone" The Sky Heralded.

This put any thoughts of killing the Wolf to rest, more so when She gave birth to Six Pups. Six for Six Stark Children, with Ned reluctantly claiming the mother Wolf as his own.

Thus the Stark family is now complete. As well as all the Gods who were finally reunited.

Notes:

Time Skip Showing The Birth Of Remaining Starks, Arrival Of Theon And Direwolves.

Notes:

The Stark Children will be gifted as they are Avatars of Gods. They won't know about their divinity from the start. But they will gradually learn about who they are from dreams and visions, as well as flashes to their previous birth life during The Age of Heroes.