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" We finally fucking did it ! " Brandon 'the builder' Starkov sighed.
" Took 10 fucking years ! " Ilya Morozova scowled.
" Still did it " Brandon smiled.
They both sat on top of the Wall and were exhausted from the effort it had taken to build the 800 feet tall and stretch it to both shores with the help of their fellow Grisha, children of the Forest, House Umber, the Crannogmen, the wildlings, Giants, Mammoths, Direwolves, Sabretooths and every fucking creature.
It had been 10 years since the brothers came here. They had defeated the racist fucking Ravkans and destroyed the country for trying to commit genocide on their kind. Their idiot optimist of a mother Alina Starkov left Grisha kind vulnerable just to chase the dumb illusion of peace. She tried to stop the brothers from doing what they did, but was defeated by them. All 3 of them regretted fighting each other and made peace on Alina's deathbed, with Alina apologizing for being a bad mother before dying.
They used their combined powers to open a portal to another world as they had once accidentally opened it to an alternate universe, and had to escape from fucking red eyed rage filled zombies chasing their asses. Their mother had scolded them bloody when they came back. Good times.
They thought that when they came here with their fellow Grisha, they would find a new home.
But nooooo....... fate just loved to spit on their handsome faces.
They had to fight more zombies and this world was primitive, using swords, axes and bows. They made do with what they had.
The children of the Forest who made the White walkers, joined them and they helped them make peace with the First men houses or at least those like the Umbers who were fighting beside them, who somehow had giants blood and massive height, leaving both brothers baffled and wondering which parents somehow managed to put it in what Giant and how big the parents' 'stuff' was.
Even the Umbers didn't know and shrugged.
The Umbers and the Wildling tribes further North were the only one to stand against the White Walkers along with a few minor Northern houses as the Barrow Kings and Red Kings had refused the call and left them to fend for themselves.
Both brothers decided to help them and used their powers to fight against the wights, killing thousands upon thousands.
Brandon, the architect of the 2 brothers forged a sword made out of Dragonglass, bronze and steel, and finally sacrificed his powers to imbue it within the weapon and become truly mortal, and he did it in front of the Weirwood tree, impressing the Old Gods and receiving their blessings when they sent a lightning from the storm they created, at it.
Brandon led the assault and killed White Walker after White Walker before reaching the Night King and slashing at him, wounding him and forcing him to make a peace pact with the living forces.
The victorious side then moved off all Wildling tribes including giants and mammoths to the Umber lands.
They then built the Wall and 19 castles to man it, which took 10 years.
Now they were all celebrating below in the Castle Black while the brothers were taking the view of the sun rising on top of the Wall.
" Boys ! " Harkon Umber, a 50 year old man came to them with a stern expression " we have received a missive ".
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" I just want some sleep !. I've been going insane for 10 years on this place " Ilya whined.
The people, Giants, Wildlings and Grishas were spitting curses and making promises of vengeance towards the Dustins, Boltons and every fucking house that called themselves 'High Magnars in the North', and had the audacity to threaten them into bending their knee, lest they be marched on and annihilated.
" RIGHT AFTER WE SAVED THOSE UNGRATEFUL FUCKS !!! " the crannogman warrior, Elgar Reed and his men and women were rageful at their Marsh rulers who they had kneeled to " fuck them all !!! ".
" These barrow idiots remind you of someone ? " Brandon asked his brother rhetorically.
" The fucking Lantsovs " Ilya spat in disgust and laughed " good thing our old man ended their bloodline by cutting the last one in 2 with his shadow monsters ".
The Grishas laughed at that as well.
" I renounce the fucking Barrows ! " Harkon's son, the 25 year old Rhaskos yelled " they didn't fight for me and mine !!!. I will only bend my knees to them !!! ".
Rhaskos pointed at the paling brothers and Harkon approved of his son's decision.
Slowly, others began to agree but Ilya said " look guys !, I appreciate you thinking us capable, but we have been here for a long time and all I want now is to have a good night's sleep under a roof, not some King title ! ".
Ilya then pointed to Brandon with a grin and picked him up " he's better suited to that ! ".
" WHAT ?!! " Brandon yelled.
" He sacrificed his powers to make that shiny sword on his back. He should be High Magnar ! " Ilya said while Brandon sputtered and tried to deny it.
A Wildling chieftan named Harvell exclaimed " our so called kin of the First men never gave us respect or considered us people !!!...... but this Lot did the opposite and fought on OUR SIDE !!!. The Free folk don't kneel but I will follow them till me last breath !!! ".
Other Free folk cheered.
" It's about time the Grisha have a kingdom of their own where they're accepted ! " Razlef Brecker, the son of Inej Ghafa and Kaz Brecker proclaimed " I fought beside you and Ilya, Brandon, as my mother did beside your mother. I don't care if you don't have powers anymore !. You are Grisha in spirit and my friend, and now MY HIGH MAGNAR !!! ".
The Grisha cheered as well, as did the Giants and the Crannogmen in their own tongue.
" Aye, Brandon Starkov for High Magnar !!! " Harmon cheered along with everyone else.
" FINE !!! " Brandon yelled in fury " but I'm shortening my name to Stark ".
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Thus house Stark was born and settled in the lands under which hot springs resided, building Winterfell with the help of Grishas, giants, wildlings and their Umber and Reed allies and it only took 4 years to build the entire large Keep.
The so called High Magnars of other regions didn't dare to invade unless they wanted to be faced with the now revealed 6,000 Grisha, 600 Crannog warriors, 20,000 Wildlings and 10,000 Giants atop their Mammoths. The numbers might have been too large to feed but the lands of the Gift managed it and more land became fertile as Winter was over, plus the Giants and Mammoths were great at ploughing the land.
Their first major battle was with the Blackwoods who ruled Wolfswood.
The Blackwoods wanted them out of 'their territory' and tried to attack them at night but were easily tricked and defeated. The Blackwoods were banished from the North for their treachery and settled in the Riverlands.
Brandon, however, was kind to the Blackwood Smallfolk and invited them to live in Wintertown
Slowly but surely, the people of the North began to shift in Winterfell and Wintertown, wanting to have good rulers rule them and more food to eat.
Elgar Reed, now a veteran warrior, with a seasoned Crannog army of 600 warriors, and 200 Grisha soldiers led by Ilya, convinced his people of Brandon and Ilya's kindness and heroism. The Marsh King led 1600 Crannogmen to war but lost 1200 of them and died when Ilya used the shadow cut on him. The Reeds now ruled as Magnars of the Neck and Ilya was happy for his friend
Brandon Stark ruled 40,000 Smallfolk, 3000 Children of the Forest and 10,000 giants from the lands they had gained from the Last Hearth to the Neck. The entire population of the North was 120,000 combined with a few 30,000 Wildling tribes beyond the Wall who chose to stay there along with some 400 giants and Mammoths.
The order of the night's Watch was also created on the Wall but during making up the vows, Ilya berated his idiot brother for trying to make members not have families and said many things that could go wrong in future generations, and how the North wasn't populated enough to have 'a bunch of sexophobes in large numbers'. An embarassed Brandon cut the no wife and children part out of the vows.
Brandon also married a child of the forest named Ryfa and had a son named Raxus Stark. The kid looked like a Stark and Morozova with his dark brown hair and grey eyes and face shape.
Ilya decided to teach the people to read and write. The Northmen didn't have an official written language so Ilya just decided to use Ravkan while including the few runes that were written into it.
Now, Ilya stood in his brother's office in Winterfell as he was followed by Brandon's pet Direwolf. Brandon had gained the ability to tame Direwolves along with some other strange ones in exchange for having sacrificed his powers. A decently fair trade if you ask Ilya.
" I got a message from Magnar Uthor Hightower who wants to make a High tower to keep a giant away from his wife, and some guy named Durran ....... who wants to make a keep to marry some God's daughter " Brandon raised an eyebrow as he stated the messages from the messengers.
" I don't remember them fighting beside us. What the fuck do we owe them ?!! " Ilya growled " they're nothing but idiots wanting to wet their cocks ! ".
" they're offering payment " Brandon smirked.
" How much ? " Ilya's eyes rose.
" A lot " Brandon said.