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The Last Phoenix!	By : Puffgirl1952the2nd Category: A through F > A Song of Ice and Fire Views: 5798 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(Author's Note: Jon Snow becomes Serena Snow also known as Visenya and some of Season 1 is written from her view point.
P. S. The Last Phoenix is making a pop up and interweaving into this P.O.V...)
Act 1
(An ethereal silver white Phoenix with accenting feathers of liquid gold and spots of amber flew over winter lands beneath a Blood Moon. Her eyes were solid heterochromia blue sporting bright glowing silver moon pupils; her legs were white, smooth and fine as silver, and her talons were diamond white.)
I was always treated differently as the bastard daughter of Eddard Stark; Lord of Winterfell, Warden and Lord Paramount of the North. I was the Bastard of Winterfell but I was famed as a beauty and became known as the Winter Rose of the North.
I had long dark brown hair and grey eyes so dark they almost seem black; I wore my hair in braids or bound up. It was said that I was the spitting image of late Aunt Lyanna Stark and I've also earned another title; Winter Maiden I was told that I embodied the North.
(She was the Last Phoenix; she appeared in Westros and began exploring the winter lands until she came across trouble. Beings tall, slender and gaunt with flesh color of pale milk or pale blue blood and shiny bones like milkglass; but it was their eyes...cold blue eyes burning like ice.)
I knew Lady Stark hated me; I was an insult to her and she saw me as a threat to her children, and she never let me forget I was lesser than her. But I was close to my half-siblings; Robb and Sansa, until the Greyjoy Rebellion happened and Theon Greyjoy was brought to Winterfell as hostage/ward.
By then little Arya was born and she was like me in a way; Robb and Sansa took after their Mother in the Tully looks with a few Stark traits, yet Sansa was her Mother's image. Sansa and I were once very close once until my sister wanted to be more Southron; she still acknowledges me as her sister but her Mother's influence still shaped her.
(Spears of ice were thrown and arrows of ice were shot; the Phoenix dodged the missiles and rain fire down with her wings. She managed to kill a few of the demons before taking flight and escaping.)
Robb became friends with Theon and I tried to be welcoming but it became obvious that the squid didn't want anything to do with the Bastard of Winterfell. Theon Greyjoy was truly a spoiled, entitled and smugged prick; he treated me like a thrall and he never used my name, it was always Snow or Bastard Girl or even worst he had even called me Bitch.
When no one was looking or even around; he would order me to fetch him a drink, serve and feed him food, and do his laundry when I help do laundry on certain days. Greyjoy even smacks my ass every chance he got and he knew I could not retaliate or he would come up with something to get me in trouble with Lady Stark.
(The Last Phoenix knew that she was being pursued by a small group of ice demons and their undead servants. She began changing her form to stay ahead and could blend with the snow for short rests but never longer as her heat melts the snow around her in any form.)
Theon Greyjoy had a lean, dark face with black hair and dark black eyes; many women thinks he is handsome and he has been known to brag that he is a skilled warrior but he's no match to Father, Robb or even I. I had started training to fight with swords since I was five when my brother was learning from the Maester; I was being trained by Ser Rodrik Cassel, Master-at-Arms and Castellan of Winterfell, in secret in the Godswood of Winterfell.
Maester Luwin tutored me on knowledge of the North along with Reading, Writing, Math and History when Robb went to his training; then I had embroidery, music, singing, poetry and dance lessons with Septa Mordane and Sansa. Despite being a bastard and an insult to her Lady; the Septa was determined to make me a decent lady to marry into a minor noble family, but I also learned to cook and bake, and manage a household if I end up either marrying a merchant or serving a noble house instead.
(The ice demons and their undead servants continued pursuing the Last Phoenix; until she turned into a large white direwolf and stood her ground. The demons and undead stood no chance when the wolf began to breath fire and decimated them before running off.)
Act 2
I was never a fan of the womanly arts but I knew they were necessary and would come in handy when I'm older; I enjoy playing the lap harp and singing. It's one of the things Septa Mordane would praise me on slightly grudgingly and I do my best to set an example for Sansa; despite our differences in status.
I even enjoyed embroidery and making clothes; I prefer breeches and tunics but I will change into a dress, and act as a lady when needed. I earn extra coin singing in the tavern and I enjoy exploring outside of Winterfell; I'm also a skilled rider when I'm on a horse.
(The Last Phoenix traveled in her direwolf form until she came to a wooded hillside covered in wide bone white trees with five-pointed blood-red leaves each with a face carved in the trunks. The Phoenix turned into a cat and entered a cleft in the hillside between some trees.)
I also learned how to hunt and track game; I learned to be independent from early age, I kept my room clean and have a warm fire going to keep me warm at night. I sometimes forage for extra food and I kept a healthy diet; I pray and meditate in the Godswood, and I enjoyed reading books or listening to stories from Old Nan.
I may not bear the name of Stark but I was loved and Father never neglected me; though I grew up knowing Father I still wish to know my Mother's name and know who she was. Yet every time I asked Father when we spent time together; he would tell me when I'm older then he'll tell me and it wasn't always easy to hear the same answer.
(The Last Phoenix explored a vast silent cave system in her cat form; bones litter her path, skulls watch from nitches in eternal silence and tree roots poked forth like fingers. The Ancient Gods, her sires, have guided her here for a reason and she answers Their calls.)
I began having strange dreams when I turned seven; I never told Father because he would dismiss them as simple dreams and tell me to ignore them. It was Old Nan I told these dreams to and she told me of the Greensight or Green Dreams; I was a Greenseer and I began recording these dream visions since.
I had no one to train me and Old Nan did her best in guiding me; but I ended up training my-self and meditation helped, and I never told anyone else. I decided then that if Father wasn't going to tell me who my Mother was; then I will use my Greensight to learn who it was who gave me life.
(She enters a chamber that opens on a black abyss with a natural bridge over it that she soon flew over once she took her Phoenix form. Once across the Last Phoenix came upon a man bound to a throne of woven roots.)
I figured out that I could use the Weirwood tree to strengthen my ability and I did so at night when the castle slept. I snuck to the Godswood dressed in black to hide in the night and I went to the Weirwood; knelt in silent prayer before moving forward and laying my hands on the bone white trunk.
Once my hands had touched the tree; it felt like I had been thrown into a pool of light and when it cleared I found my-self at the Tourney of Harrenhal. I watched as a knight defeated three knights and carried a shield bearing a smiling Weirwood tree; it was the Knight of the Laughing Tree.
("Who dares to enter the Cave of the Three-Eyed Crow;" demanded a pale skeletal man garbed in rotted black clothing. "This is a holy place of the Old Gods and I am Their voice!")
I followed the Knight of the Laughing Tree to a lake where a crannogman wearing a shirt of bronze scales helped remove the helmet to reveal Aunt Lyanna. She wore padding under the armor to make her-self look like a man as she took down her long brown hair that she wore in a bun and her eyes were like mine.
"Thank you for defending my honor, Lady Lyanna;" said the crannogman and my Aunt Lyanna replied with a smile: "It was my honor, Lord Howland, and I'm surprise that I managed to joust for my first time!"
Act 3
("What arrogance for a kinslayer to assume that he speaks for us, the Old Gods;" echoed a voice. Five beings appeared made of swirling snow, water tornado, a golem of earth, blazing fire with crackling lightning, and, a cyclone of wind and cloud.)
I soon watched Prince Rhaegar Targaryen win the tourney; the crown of blue winter roses hung on his lance. But instead of stopping before his wife, Princess Elia Martell, he instead laid the rose crown upon Aunt Lyanna's lap...naming her the Queen of Love and Beauty...it was the day that no one smiled or cheered.
Another flash of light brought me to a round tower where three members of the Kingsguard were fighting Father and six men; but I never saw the end of the battle as I was drawn into the top of the tower. I see Aunt Lyanna laying on a bloody bed and in her arms was a baby swaddled in white; but her face showed fear and sadness, and it was apparent that she was dying.
("How dare you;" exclaimed the Three-Eyed Crow in a fury, "I did what was right for the good of the Realm and I have earned my reward to a new life!"
"No, Brynden Rivers, you will not escape your punishment;" gargled the Old God of Water.)
"I was foolish to trust Prince Rhaegar;" I heard Aunt Lyanna said as she held her child to her heart. "I was nothing more than a Mistress to bear him a third child and he will use my daughter for his mad dreams!"
Suddenly Father came into the room and when my aunt saw him; she started to cry and she exclaimed in relief: "Ned, my brother, you came for me...you came for us!"
"Lya;" said Father as he went to his sister's side but was far more worried on what was before him.
("My chosen vessel is near ready and I will be free to bring about a new age;" crowed Brynden Rivers in mad glee.
"You will not, Bloodraven, she has been chosen for a new purpose;" crackled the Old God of Fire and Lightning.)
"Forgive me, Ned, I was a fool for bringing the war about when I let the Dragon Prince to steal me;" said Lyanna in pain and sadness. "I didn't want to marry, I wanted to serve the Old Gods and Prince Rhaegar offered to help.
I thought I was finally free when I had set foot on the Isle of Faces but I was wrong; the Bard Prince seduced me one night and took my maidenhead. I was soon with child and I was brought here to this prison tower!"
("Daughter of the Ancient Gods...Sister;" rumbled the Old God of Earth solemnly. "Retrieve the weapon buried near the kinslayer; your chosen Mortal Mother will have need of it!")
Suddenly the baby in Aunt Lyanna's arms began crying and I watched Father gently take the child into his arms.
"My daughter, Visenya, was sired by Prince Rhaegar Targaryen to fulfill his mad dream of Aegon and his sister-wives reborn;" continued my Aunt in a tearful voice. "But I know Robert Baratheon killed Rhaegar and has become a kinslayer, and I fear he will try to kill my only daughter if he knew.
I have not long to live and my last wish is to see my daughter protected; I want her to know the love of a family. Promise me, Ned...Promise me that you will protect my daughter and raise her as your own...Promise me, Ned!"
(The Last Phoenix took the form of a direwolf once more as she dug near Brynden Rivers and unearthed a sword; it was a longsword with a gold flame on the pommel and a ruby set in the hilt. The Phoenix took the sword and flamed away; she was in her true form and was flying once more when she appeared outside.)
"I promise;" I heard Father say as his sister passed with a sigh.
Act 4
"So the war was all for nothing as the Dragon Prince was desperate for a third child;" said Lord Howland as he stood in the doorway and Father countered as he held his niece: "The rebellion was for something; Prince Rhaegar Targaryen was known to obsess with prophecies and my sister paid the price!"
The Lord of the Neck came forward and took the infant girl into his arms; he smiles briefly as he gazed at the child.
"She looks like her Mother; there is not any trace of the Targaryen showing," said Lord Howland with a chuckle. "Will you be protecting your niece from Robert?"
"I don't have a niece, Lord Reed, this is my daughter;" said Father as he covered his sister with a Stark cloak. "My sister never had a child and died from being imprisoned here!"
(The Last Phoenix flew over a great wall of ice; her creators were calling and the time was drawing near...)
"Is this wise, Ned, you know what you are doing?" Lord Reed asked in worry.
"Yes...This will stain my honor but I will fulfill my sister's last wish;" answered Lord Stark solemnly. "My bastard daughter, Serena Snow, shall be raised in Winterfell with my trueborn children!"
"NO;" I cried out in shock, confusion and horror...
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