On a beachhead with thick trees stood around 100 men and women all armed with weapons and armour, they stood watching the sea as small boats crossed the bay of ice from the frozen wastes.
"Your father would have me hanged if he knew I allowed his daughter to be here right now" Jorah Mormont stated with a worried look on his face.
Lyanna cackled "Unless my father is on one of those ships you should cease your worrying, not like those weaklings could ever touch me," she says as she claps him on the back forcing him forward slightly.
Lyanna had grown to be fierce and beautiful her thick brown hair curling even more and her body becoming more robust with the amount of training she did, she had her usual wild grin on her face as she watched the wildlings come ever closer to shore.
Her blood was rushing and boiling, she felt like she might explode if she didn't start fighting right now "Mmmmm! I can't wait anymore, I'll go on ahead and you can join me!" She says as she sprints forward.
"They haven't even landed yet!" Jorah shouts out in disbelief as he watches her run straight towards the ocean.
'Her and her brother and the damn wolf's blood' he thought to himself.
"At least the Brother is on the other side fighting the Ironborn," he said to himself with a sigh.
Meanwhile, Lyanna who despite what Jorah thought was not going to swim out to fight them flared her aura. She took a deep breath before breathing out and using her ability.
'Winter Touch'
She had spent many years in the Gods Wood submerging herself in the pool that was said to have remained cold for thousands of years despite the natural hot spring that was underneath Winterfell. But the result of that was her being able to alter the temperature of her aura, though she expanded on this ability much more.
The temperature dropped around her even more and she directed her aura outwards, she did this all while running not stopping for anything, and when she took a step that should've met the water of the ocean, it instead met solid ice as she directed her aura to freeze over the water in front of her as she made a path to the boats.
The wildlings who were planning to raid and steal some women felt a bit confused and slightly fearful when they saw a woman running at them with a wild grin on her face.
She gets to the closest shop before pooling aura to her legs and jumping high and grip kicking a wildling right off the boat. What followed was pure carnage as Lyanna punched, kicked and head-butted her way through the crew, even the few Aura users on the ship found themselves overwhelmed and voluntarily jumped off the boat lest they be killed by the mad woman.
'Winter is coming'
She spreads out her aura using 'Scout' and forces the temperature to drop, all the ships in her aura find themselves freezing over, and only those who have Aura find themselves protected against the attack but others drop to the floor shaking or jump in the water only to find themselves freezing solid.
The had mastered her ability to make things colder, now she wished to transfigure her aura into ice, but she struggled as she was a 'Brute Type' and it was a rather advanced technique.
In a matter of minutes, a majority of the wildling raiding party was destroyed by only a single person, Lyanna frowned as she casually caught an arrow that was launched from a boat just outside her range, she enhanced it with her aura before closing an eye and aiming and then throwing it back full force. It completely pierces through the wildling and the ship behind him going into the water.
Lyanna sighs as she sits on a barrel "I miss you so much..." she says to herself as she thinks of Daemon, her first-ever training partner and soon life partner.
Once she sees him again she'll definitely punch him for making her feel like a dumb maiden.
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In complete contrast to Lyanna, Lysa was sitting on her own watching the sunset from the tower that she and Daemon often did, the wind blew through her auburn hair. Like Lyanna she had grown beautiful, though hers was more the perfect lady and not the warrior woman Lyanna was.
Though not to say that Lysa wasn't strong, she believed she was as strong as Daemon was when he left a Riverrun, which may not be much but she had not focused much on building on her strength than she had focusing on her ability.
She sighs as she remembers the last time she and Daemon had shared this view, she then stands up before letting herself fall off the tower and grabbing a pole near the ground slowing her descent.
She then started making her way to the room before she was grabbed, she turns around to see someone who she used to be friends with "Can I help you Petyr" she asks politely.
"Your father denied me your hand in marriage... when I asked why he would not say, tell me," he asks making her sigh.
She couldn't help but feel slightly bad for Petyr, ever since his match against Daemon he seemed to have struggled to get any better at Aura use, it was as if his aura reserves had just gone, even after so many years he had only just recently gotten back to the level that he was before "I had thought it was my sister you wanted?" She states hoping to change the subject.
"Your sister was never my true goal, I had just hoped to make you feel jealous as it seemed you were not interested in me" He says exaggeratedly.
'Does he think I'm a simpleton?' She wonders as she lazily looks at him, as he serenades her with all these sweet words, it was a shame they came from the mount of a serpent.
'Fools World'
Her aura was invisible to those that didn't use 'Focus' it gave her an advantage so overwhelming in a fight that many wished they were blessed with it. She had developed this ability to its utmost, to even borderlines on being a 'King Type' ability but is mostly 'Magician Type'. She uses 'Scout' to spread her aura out in a large dome.
Within the dome she can manipulate whatever she wants, though this seems to be a godlike power it has some rather heavy restrictions.
Everything conjured is an illusion and not solid, and she cannot attack anyone while the ability is active, meaning she is vulnerable to people's attacks since her aura is spread so thin, one attack could kill her, she could also not move the dome when it is activated. Though apart from those stipulations she can do anything she wishes to.
Like right now she conjured an illusion of herself and kept it in place listening to Petyr while she left, she could also make herself invisible, though it would only last until she left the dome, though it was large enough that she could make it inside the keep without any problems.
Petyr cursed as Lysa suddenly disappeared as he was talking to her and kicked the ground almost falling over.
While Lysa could've just said she was betrothed to Daemon, she didn't wanna hear him bad mouth her love so she avoided the conflict together.
She lay down on her bed thinking of the man who had stolen her heart so long ago.
(AN: here we get a peak at what Lyanna and Lysa are doing, and how they've developed, I like their hatsu I think it suits them well Lyanna's is a bit plain but it's important to the later story. Anyway we are getting close to Harrenhal the event that changes everything.)
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