(changed ages to)
Jon Snow – 14
Robb Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Daenerys Targaryen – 13
Sansa Stark, Joffrey Baratheon, Margaery Tyrell – 12
Arya Stark, Myrcella Baratheon– 11
Bran Stark,Tommen Baratheon – 10
Rickon Stark – 6
Deep in the city of Pentos on the continent of Essos was a large house. Filled with all forms of wealth and servants. Within the house's study were two individuals. Both displayed extreme wealth from their clothing, yet both were opposite in their choice.
"How many timess must I repeat thiss Illyrio," one said in a deep, raspy voice as if he hadn't spoken in years. The man wore a black tunic and pants with silver chains wrapped around his body. Along the chains, strange stones were placed randomly. The stones were unlike any diamond known each stone was a pinkish color and different sizes. However each stone was misty as if it held something floating within, save for the center stone. The center stone was the connector of the chains and was placed in the center of his chest. That stone was completely see through though none could find a reason. Each stone was cut to be precise and smooth. When asked where they were found, the man would say "They are my creationss,". Over those clothes he wore a black cloak that split down the front when he reached his hand out. When walking around the cloak hid from view all features from his nose to his boots. The clothing was made of the finest silk in Essos. The mans mid-back length hair had long since turned white, contrasting greatly with his youthful appearance. His eyes were a strange yellow that reminded anyone looking, of a snakes without the slit.
Even with the layers of clothing, and sitting in the chair, it was plain that the man was large in stature. Easily one of the tallest men at 7 feet, he wasn't broad so it seemed that he had been stretched to that height.
"The boyss dessire holdss no ssway to my mind, and the girl holdss no ssway over my body."
"Even one such as you, must find something about her desirable?" the mentioned Illyrio replied. The man wore an orange-red tunic and pants the color clearly to be the same as his long beard. On the color and wrists of the tunic were jewels of all kinds, and on each finger was a ring with a different gem in place. "Just look at her Malachite. Any other man would give a fortune to take have her as a wife,".
Malachite POV
Picking up a glass of wine, I shrugged. "Any other man can have her then. Bessidess didn't you have that horsse lord Drigon, or whatever hiss name wass, lined up?" Taking a long drink from my cup I waited for an answer.
"It was Drogo, and yes he was lined up. Tell me though would you rather see Daenerys with a savage, or yourself".
Sighing I notice Illyrio smirking. "It will wait until I return from Wessteross, but I will consider your requesst Illyrio. If nothing elsse sshe will make a fine mate for a time."
Two Weeks Later
The sea had been calm for the last few days so my journey to Kings Landing was shorter than expected. Upon arriving I learned of current events. The former Hand of the king, Jon Arryn, had died. A tournament was going to start today in honor of the new Hand, Eddard Stark. Finding the nearest whorehouse proved an easy feat, all I had to do was ask the first man I met.
Line-break-
Going around the corner I accidentally run into a person causing them to fall down. The person was a young girl with a long face, gray eyes, and brown hair, that would reach her shoulders if not braided. She was rather skinny, but not over much. The light gray dress she wore matched her eyes and showed her light skin tone giving a snow effect. In all she was rather pretty.
"Watch where yo...," she said looking up at me. Reaching my arm out I tried to help her up, but while watching the girl I failed to notice the two guardsmen with her. One of which drew his sword and stood protectively in front of the, assumed lord's daughter.
"I am terribly ssorry milady."
"I'm not a lady!" she exclaimed to my surprise. Considering she had two guards I assumed she was at least a nephew or cousin of a lord. Looking at the sigil I see that both are the wolf of house Stark.
"I ssee. Oh, my mannerss," I half bow as a sign of respect, "Might I have the name of the young wolf I dissturbed?"
Pushing herself up, she looked at me with a curious if not, completely perplexed expression.
"Arya Stark."
"A fine name for a lovely young girl. I am Malachite Tissar". It was at this point that I felt something on my arm moving. Looking down I noticed a black king snake head poking out of my cloak. The snake was completely black except for a single red stripe that went from the back of its head to her tail. Much larger than an average snake it was easily wrapped around my neck and arms with its head resting between my Grand Soul Gem and my chest. "And this is Sszha, my oldesst companion."
When Szha first showed herself both guards got into a defense stance, and Arya though scarred seemed fascinated by Szha. The interest was mutual as Szha quickly slithered off me and headed straight towards Arya. Once fully on the ground Szha's full appearance was seen. She was as long, as I was tall and just as deadly.
Arya POV
Running into this strange guy was the best thing to happen so far today. This morning I got into an argument with Sansa over what her prince (cough worm) had done on the Kingsroad. Father sent me to my room until the tournament and it was boring. The tournament was good until the Mountain and the Kingslayer jousted. When the Mountain tried to attack him Father had two bannerman escort me back to the keep, as if these two could escort a goat. As we came upon the market district I rushed forward and ran into someone.
"Watch where yo..." looking up, I stopped short when I looked at the man. The man was easily one of the tallest people I've ever seen. I couldn't see much of the man until he reached his arm out. When the cloak moved the light caught on multiple stones connected by chains all around the man. He was muscular, but still slim. What really caught my attention were his eyes. His eyes were bright yellow striking out from the sea of white hair. With the dark color of clothes his eyes seemed to glow.
"I am terribly ssorry milady," He said breaking me out of my trance. It wasn't the words that got me, it was the accent and the way he rolled the s.
Without thinking I gave my normal answer, "I'm not a lady". I was more nervous than I thought since I practically yelled it.
"I ssee. Oh, my mannerss. Might I have the name of the young wolf I dissturbed?"
I couldn't place it. I found myself drawn to the man, but I couldn't explain why. He had barely known me, and he figured out I was a Stark. "Arya Stark."
"A fine name for a lovely young girl. I am Malachite Tissar". After he finished I noticed movement on his chest. Looking I see a great king snake's head slithering around the largest stone on his chest. "And this is Sszha, my oldesst companion". I had to learn about different animals during my lessons, snakes included, but I had never read of a snake being this large. Szha slithered onto the ground and moved toward me. My *guards* just stood there in fear, and I really couldn't blame them. The only color on the creature was a red stripe, otherwise it was pitch black. If it was night Szha would be impossible to see and missing a creature larger a wolf would be hard.
Szha eventually slithered close enough to were only a few inches separated us. Staring into my eyes, it felt as if she was challenging me. Not fully understanding I returned her stare with a glare of my own. Neither of us blinked for several minutes. After a time Szha looked down slightly, and it looked as if she unhappy. Without me seeing Szha moved right next to me and stuck her tongue out tasting the air around me.
Malachite POV
How interesting. It seems another one has been found. It had been close to two centuries since the last magic user had been found and she had been close to her fiftieth nameday when found. This girl in-front of me, apparently had the same potential for magic, before her twentieth nameday, then the others had by their sixtieth. With the right training, her power could grow to surpass even my own. The thought astounded me. With her at my side, so many things could be achieved, perhaps even a gateway could be opened. The last thought sent me into a state I hadn't felt for four thousand years. I was hopeful.