Cedric Tuttle knew from an early age to expect little in life. Born into a family of pig farmers, and raised on the limited knowledge granted to one of such a low class, he had grown into what many would call a decent man. He always treated strangers fairly, and despite his brother working for House Forrester, had always managed to keep his ego in check. Treating any man or woman who happened to come across his little hut with as much kindness and respect as one could expect from a simple northerner. As he grew older, he he was lucky enough to find a wife in Alice and father children with her. His first born, being Gared Tuttle, a boy who from an early age was groomed to squire for House Forrester. After him, the gods blessed him with a daughter, Jenna Tuttle. Some years later, the woman he had married was taken by sickness leaving him alone to raise his children.

Gared grew up quick enough and was now fighting for the Forresters and their lords the Starks for independence, whatever that meant. And Jenna, now a girl of twelve, was proving to be invaluable around the farm. She was smart and dedicated for her age as well as kind. With any luck the Forresters would also take an interest in her, and give her a better life than he could. Now entering the twilight years of his life, Cedric could do little but spend his days doing the same thing he had always done. Raise pigs, sell them, try and take care of his children. That was the mantra he had lived by all his life and it would most likely stay with him till his dying day.

One particular morning, as the moon began to set in the sky and the dim orange embers of the sun started to stretch over the horizon, Cedric got up from his hut to inspect his land. Now that summer was on it's waning embers, the days were slowly growing colder and all that did was make wolves and other animals more desperate for food. He walked to his barn to count his livestock when he heard a soft groan coming from the woods.

At first, he thought it a simple trick of the wind rustling across the bark of the trees. But then he heard it again, and a moment later, A raspy, ugly, coughing noise. Against his wiser instincts, he walked away from his barn and closer to the sounds of what seemed like a man as he got closer. A few more moments went by and before long he stood over a fallen naked woman.

Her eyes were closed, and she seemed incapable of standing or even lifting herself. Her right arm was black with bruises and her left was so mangled, Cedric wondered if she'd been clawed by a bear. A bear who then proceeded to absolutely rip into her chest as that was the only way to explain the large, darkened, scarred area below her heart. That bear would've had to also strip her of her clothes to explain why she was naked but he'd heard that wild folk enjoyed laying with animals. Perhaps this one did as well.

But putting that aside, the woman was still alive, and needed help. And knowing that most men in his position would have much darker intentions, Cedric sighed and knelt down towards the woman. "C'mon." He muttered, hoping the woman had enough strength in her legs to walk once she was on her feet. He threw the woman's bruised arm over his shoulder and heaved the her upwards. For her average frame, she was surprisingly heavy and Cedric's age began to get to him when the woman started to struggle, apparently panicking. "Calm down." Cedric ordered sternly but calmly. "Me hut's just a little ways off. I'll try and help you once we're there."

The woman's panic faded as her cough returned and she spat up another mouthful of blood. Cedric had to sigh as he urged the woman to start moving. Cough or not, she needed to if she wanted to live. The woman finally got the point and struggled to move forward. Cedric was surprised to see that her legs still seemed to work, even following closely beside him as he carried her out of the brush and into view of his home. Fighting through whatever pain she must've been feeling she opened one eye to look at her rescuer. Despite his focus on getting her indoors, Cedric had no choice but to notice just how green her eye was. Like a summer grass field after a heavy rain.

"Jenna!" Cedric's voice rang out over to the barn where a moment later a young girl with auburn hair ran up. Her curious eyes widened when she saw her father and woman. "Grab the furs from the cellar." He ordered. Jenna got over her surprise instantly and shot inside their cottage. Cedric followed behind her but instead of moving to the cellar, he guided the woman to his room. After pulling the blankets back, he had little choice but to plop her down unceremoniously. He quickly straightened her out the best he could, taking special care with her mangled arm, and pulled the blankets back over her body. Jenna appeared shortly after, carrying a few wolf and fox pelts on her arms. She gave another look of concern to her father but then moved past and tended to the the stranger. She wrapped her dirty hair and head in a wolf pelt and lifted the covers to cover her body with the rest. "Be gentle." Her father warned. "She's badly hurt."

"Was she out there all night?" Jenna asked as she lay furs down onto the woman's deathly cold body.

Cedric sighed. "If she was, I don't know how she's alive." Nights in the North were rarely comfortable and last night seemed particularly chilling if his memory served him. If this woman had been naked the entire night, it was amazing she had survived the cold.

"No clothes or anything?" Jenna asked. Cedric started to shake his head but paused. He really hadn't gotten a good look at the surrounding brush that the woman was in. He'd have to circle back to make sure he didn't miss anything. "I'll take another look, you try..."

The woman's eyes opened and she opened her mouth to speak when another coughing fit seized her. "Knap...Kna...psack." She managed to workout between coughs as Jenna quickly patted her head. "Easy. Easy." Jenna calmed the stranger in a way that sounded so much like her mother before her. "Rest now." She ordered as Cedric walked away from the pair and back out the door. He returned to the place where he had found her and quickly noticed that woman hadn't been talking nonsense. A rugged, leather knapsack sat a few feet away from where she had lie and he was quick to pick it up. He had just started back to his hut when he noticed a gleaming metal further away. He tilted his head at the sight when he realized it was a sword.

The design wasn't anything special yet the blade itself seemed to shine despite the dirt and blood that clung to it. Giving another look around as to make sure there were no other bodies present, he picked up the blade and finally marched back to his hut. He closed the door behind him and moved back towards Jenna. The woman's eyes were still open and she struggled to give a tired smile at the sight of her belongings. "Po...Potion." She whispered out, her voice was clearer but very dry.

Jenna looked at the woman and then to her father. "What's a potion?"

Cedric shook his head as he leaned the sword up against the bed and placed the knapsack between the three. "I haven't the faintest idea." He replied.

The woman's smile faded at the words of her caretakers and she elaborated. "Blue...Vial." She said with a weak tone of annoyance. Cedric opened up the knapsack and immediately combed through it. Several rolls of parchment were visible but after reaching down to the bottom, he did find a small blue vial that appeared to contain some blue liquid. He looked back at the woman who gave a swift nod to let him know that was it and quickly uncorked it. She drank the liquid quickly before letting out another flurry of coughs. After a moment of that however, she appeared to calm down and it wasn't long before unconsciousness took her.

With identical sighs of relief, Jenna and Cedric looked to each other for answers.

"What do you think that was?"

"I'm not sure." Cedric replied. "Some sort of soothing tonic?" He shrugged his shoulders as that area was far away from his own expertise. "I can't say. Did she say anything else while I was out?"

Jenna shook her head. "She was in a lot of pain." She looked back to the stranger's sword that stood at the foot of Cedric's bed. "Why's she got a sword but no clothes? Is she a Wildling?"

Cedric had been wondering the same thing himself, but shook his head again. "I don't think so. Wildlings are on the other side of the Wall and any who do make it past don't usually make it this far south. Though anything is possible." He gave another look over the woman and let out another sigh when he was reminded they still had work to do. "She'll likely be out of it for a while. Come. We still have a farm to keep."

Jenna gave a nod of compliance and she and Cedric went straight back to the barn. Hoping he had seen enough strangeness for one day, and that he hadn't just let a crazed savage into his home.

The hours passed as they normally did on a late summer's day and around mid-day, the stranger opened her eyes once again. This time she was alone and quickly looked over the room she found herself in. Spotting her sword at her feet, she attempted to lean up but that idea was swiftly crushed when she felt her wounds act up again. She looked down at her body and let out a heavy sigh before closing her eyes yet again and focusing on her bruised but movable arm. A golden aura started to appear in her hand and surround her body, strengthening it and clearing away a fair amount of the pain that lingered from her last encounter. Her arm previously mangled arm began to snap back into place and after a moment one couldn't even tell it had been broken.

The aura continued to swirl around her for body and soon enough her strength began to return. This time she successfully leaned up grabbed her sword by the hilt. She'd was surprised her cartakers would simply leave a Skyforge blade out in the open but perhaps they didn't know it's value. With her sword in hand and knapsack in sight, she decided the next thing she needed was clothes. She had just started to reach up and pull the fox pelt from her head when another pair of footsteps creaked over to her.

"You're up?" Cedric asked, surprised. She looked over to him with a quizzical blink. "I'm surprised, is all." He followed up. "I've heard tales of men getting injured like that and not waking up for days."

As the woman studied the man in front of her, Cedric noted that her eyes were still dulled with a lack of sleep but their was now an energy behind them he couldn't say he'd ever seen before. She took in a breath before she spoke. "You." Her voice was still weak but much clearer now and rang off the room's walls like a distant battle horn. "You're the one who found me" She asked.

Cedric nodded and decided it was time for introductions. "Cedric Tuttle miss."

The woman finally broke her glare and nodded in return. "Lyra."

Cedric smiled, happy to finally have a name for the woman. "Blessings to you Lyra." He greeted to the woman as Jenna came sauntering in a few moments later. She matched her father in being covered in muck and grime but her curious smile proved infectious to the bedridden Lyra. "Jenna, how are the hogs?" Cedric asked.

"Back in their pens." Jenna answered. "All fed and accounted for."

He raised an eyebrow. "You decide which one goes to slaughter tomorrow?"

Jenna's smile faded at the thought but she nevertheless gave an answer. "Therold. He's getting pretty big."

"Good girl." Cedric said ruffling her hair. "As for our new friend here, this is Lyra."

Jenna's hazel eyes burned with curiosity at the woman. "Are you a Wildling?"

Cedric scowled at his daughter. "Jenna."

"What?" She asked back. "I can't ask that?"

"It's bad manners." He reminded her but nevertheless looked to Lyra for an answer.

Lyra let out a tired chuckle and shook her head. "If I knew what that word meant, I might answer."

"She means if you come from beyond the Wall."

Lyra tilted her head. "What wall?"

"The Wall." Cedric repeated.

Lyra glared at the elder Tuttle and let out an annoyed sigh. "I ask again, which wall? Alduin's Wall? Solitude's walls? Windhelm's? You need to be more specific."

It was Cedric's turn to be confused words. "Solitude? Windhelm?" He asked back with a shake of his head. "Are those village names?"

Lyra raised her eyebrows in surprise at the man's lack of knowledge for the hold capitals and reached up to scratch her head with her previously mangled arm. The Tuttles's shock when she did proved to be highly entertaining. "Not used to people recovering that fast?" Lyra laughed as she pulled the pelt off her head, revealing a dirty but vibrant patch of brown hair.

"That...That shouldn't be possible." Cedric told her a she knelt down to look over her arm.

Lyra shrugged. "It's just a little magic." She replied.

Jenna blinked in confusion and she looked to her father. "But, I thought magic wasn't real."

Lyra initially wasn't sure if that was an attempt at a joke or not but the prolonged silence that followed gave her the answer. That statement started setting off alarms in her head as she began to wonder where exactly she was.

"Hey, Jenna." She looked over to the Tuttle girl and offered her the blade she held in her free hand. "You ever feel a Skyforge blade before?"

Jenna's eyes widened when she grabbed the hilt of the blade and felt how heavy it was. "No, I...I've never held a sword before." She spoke after barely lifting it off the ground.

Lyra smiled at the awe she seemed to be in. "Right, well if you could clean the blade off for me, I'll let you have few practice swings with it." She looked over to Cedric who had a horrified grimace plastered on his face. "Unless your father thinks otherwise." She finished.

Whatever fearful look Cedric had, melted away when Jenna's hopeful eyes peared into his. "Can I father?"

"Just be careful." He huffed out. Jenna couldn't contain her excitement and was halfway out the door before Cedric called out. "And don't swing it around the livestock." He ordered, hoping she'd heard him.

With her gone, Lyra looked back tot he elder Tuttle. "Cedric, where am I?"

"Well, you're in my home." He told with a half laugh. "But beyond that, you're on the outside of the Wolfswood. About half a day's ride to Ironrath."

Wolfswood? Ironrath? Nothing in Skyrim shared those names. She shook her head at the words. "Okay. So what province am I in? Cyrodil? Morrowind? Elswyr?"

Cedric almost wanted to laugh at the sound of the words that escaped Lyra's mouth. "What kinda names are those?" He chuckled. "You're in the North of Westeros."

Now that word was entirely new. "Westeros?" Lyra repeated back to the farmer. Cedric nodded. "What the fuck is Westeros?"

Another swath of time passed after that as Lyra was given a comfortable if tight dress that Alice Tuttle had once owned by Jenna and Cedric gave his rather limited knowledge on the land he called home. He described his local lords, House Forrester. The lords they served under, House Glover. And the lords of the North itself, House Stark. When Lyra still had a confused look on her face, he decided he knew the information he had given her was useless. "Well I apologize, I'm not a Maester." He huffed.

"That's a word too?" Lyra asked scratching her head yet again and continuing her slow exploration of the Tuttle farm. It was a small but agreeable patch of land that sat just to the side of the so called Kingsroad which itself seemed to stretch on for miles in both directions. Cedric kept along side her as she walked, completely astonished that she was capable of even being up much less walking around. Lyra paused just outside the pig pen and let out another sigh. "This makes no sense." She looked back to Cedric yet again. "So you mean to say you haven't heard of Tamriel? Akavir? Or Nirn?"

Cedric once again shook his head at the nonsense that came out her mouth. "Aye. But you must remember, I'm a simple pig farmer. I barely know anything about the North. It's possible some highborns know what those words mean."

Lyra nodded at his logic and quickly started forming plans. "Fair enough. So where are these Starks?"

"Fighting down south in a war." Cedric replied much to Lyra's annoyance.

Fine, so the big fish was out of the question. "Ok. And the Glovers?" Lyra asked.

Cedric shrugged not having any clue where that family stayed. Which only left one option. "What about House Forrester?" She asked.

"Ah." Cedric smiled. "They be at Ironrath. A keep deep in the Wolfswood." He pointed down the northern end of the Kingsroad. "The road splits off few miles down that way and the path into the woods will lead you to it."

"Excellent." She replied, marching back towards the Tuttle home with a renewed energy. Cedric followed quickly but felt he needed to warn her when she grabbed her knapsack.

"Wait, you're leaving now?"

"Yep." Lyra replied, swinging her knapsack across her shoulders and onto her back. "I need to figure out where in Oblivion I am and it looks like the Forresters are my best bet."

"But the Kingsroad is dangerous for a woman on her own."

Lyra chuckled led at the concern Cedric seemed to have for her and placed a firm but comforting hand on his shoulder. "Trust me, I'm used to it."

Cedric's concern lingered but quickly increased when he thought about the other girl he'd been looking after. "Jenna?" He called out, moving back outside. Lyra quickly followed, cursing her own carelessness and the pair looked out towards the road. Cedric spotted her swinging the now clean blade around clumsily at a tree by the barn and let out a sigh of relief.

Lyra meanwhile was focused on the three riders coming up from the Southern end. All of them wearing dark blue armor and sporting rather disturbing smiles as they saw her. Now whether it was years of expecting the worse from people or just gut instinct, she felt she needed to get Jenna out of sight. "Cedric." Lyra ordered. "Take Jenna inside."

Cedric looked back to Lyra and saw the same three men she did. He grabbed Jenna by the arm and led her back to their home though not before a few whistles could be heard from the men on horses. "Where you going, beautiful?" One of them called out.

"A little young to be called that, isn't she?" Lyra asked up to the trio who now stood right across from her on the road. "Or are you three just mad you can't get real women?" The question hadn't too threatening but nevertheless she was surprised when it elicited laughs from the men.

"I can get little cunts like her whatever I want." The lead man said, sliding off the side of his horse. "And you've got some nerve talking to Bolton men that way."

Lyra remained unimpressed. "Is that name supposed to mean something to me?"

"It means we're in charge now." The lead man replied, taking out his sword from his sheath. "You live here?"

"Just passing through." Lyra replied. "I'm on way to Ironrath."

"Are you now?" Another man asked, still on his horse asked. "They need extra hands in the brothel?"

The trio laughed at the statement as Lyra's patience began to fall at an alarming rate. She scratched her head and looked over the three of them before speaking again. "I'll tell you what. I'm confused and annoyed as it is. So how about you just keep on mincing down the road and..." She paused as the blade of the lead man's sword was pointed straight at her throat.

"You giving me orders?" He asked with grin. "Cause I don't listen to pig fucking bitches."

Whatever cordial way of finishing her statement she might've had in her mind was obliterated and Lyra gritted her teeth behind a smile. "Fine, then." She whispered. "LIZ"

The man who'd been facing her readied for a lunge when ice began to cover his body at a faster rate than he could think. In a few short seconds, he fell onto the ground. His entire body now encased in ice.

"Britt?!" The cries of his compatriots were of shock and fear as Lyra turned her blood hungry eyes to them. To their credit, they didn't run away and both got off their horses to engage her. She reached down and tore Britt's sword from his frozen palm.

They charged her together and right away Lyra knew these men had no idea what they were doing. They swung wildly and with no grace. Almost begging to get killed as far as she was concerned. And in this instance, she was more than happy to oblige. One particuarly wild swing sailed right past her head and slammed into the ground. A single swipe from her own opened his throat which was followed by a kick to the chest that forced him to the ground.

Without even looking at the now remaining soldier, she spun her body around and swiftly disarmed him. With the sword now point at his throat he looked at the woman with shock and panic in his eyes. "H...How..."

"That's the wrong word." Lyra told him. "You should have gone with 'please'."Before he could even utter the word, Lyra's blade cleaved through his neck. Sending his head rolling onto the Kingsroad.

Lyra had only begun to turn back to the cottage when another figure began to appear on the Kingsroad. This one was alone and didn't look to be dressed up in the armor the other men had. And he was a few years younger, closer to seventeen or eighteen is she had to guess. He stopped when stood in front of the fallen head of the Bolton soldier. "You do this?" He asked her.

"Do you see anyone else here?" She asked back the boy. "Who are you?"

"Gared Tuttle." He replied. "And that's my home."

A/N: Well, I'm a little late to the party but I've got Game of Thrones on the brain and I decided to try my hand at a crossover. Here's hoping it turned out ok.

And yes I am starting out with the Forresters because they're cool.

Anyway, what did you guys think? Good? Bad? Leave a review and let me know.

Until we meet again, gods guide you.