In the cold dark castle of Winterfell nothing seem to be alive. Everyone seem to retreat into there rooms for the night. Nothing could be heard. Ned Stark seem to be the only person awake.
Ned Stark was retreating back into his chamber and stop and look up. He had heard noises coming from the library.
Ned Stark made quite steps towards the library not wanting to alert intruder. He turn the corner to see the fire pit was lit. Beside it was a small little girl. Ned sigh.
"Is it late for you to be awake, little lady?" Ned has startled the small girl. Ned smile once she saw her reading the same book she read over and over.
"Aegon the Conqueror. First lord of the Seven Kingdom and King on the Iron Throne." Ned kneeled down. Dyanna smile.
"King of only six kingdoms. Dorne did Not bind the knee to the dragon King." Dyanna knew many stories of the Targaryen Dynasty, many that fascinate her. But her favorite was Aegon the Conqueror. He conquer all of Westeros expect Dorne. Dorne was once her home the land she was born on. You can say she had a little Dornish in her.
"Dornish people and there Wine." Ned joked. Dyanna laugh. "Northerners and there stubbornness." Dyanna joke which made Ned smile and pat her head.
"Aegon had help, with his sister wives Visenya and Rhaenys Targaryen. All riding on there dragon. Conquer kingdoms after Kingdoms forging all his defeated enemies swords making the Iron Throne." Dyanna spoke as she was reliving it.
"With the help of there swords and Dragons." Ned said Dyanna nodded.
"Dark Sister and Blackfyre. The greatest swords." Dyanna sounded like she admire the swords that fought battles.
"Not as special as Dawn." This catch the attention of young Dyanna.
"Dawn? What is Dawn?" Dyanna close her book and listen to her father like figure.
"According to legend, the founder of House Dayne tracked a falling star to the mouth of the Torentine, and Starfall was then constructed where a magical stone was discovered.The greatsword Dawn was forged from the heart of this fallen star and has possibly been wielded by Daynes for ten thousand years." Dyanna was fascinating. Stories of her own family name and her own family sword. One that may be past down to her
"But Unlike other houses who have ancestral swords, House Dayne does not pass its sword from lord to heir. Only a knight of House Dayne who is deemed worthy can wield Dawn, and the Sword of the Morning is envied throughout the Seven Kingdoms" Dyanna look up to Ned.
"Lord? But will I be worthy enough?" Dyanna ask. Ned took a seat and told her to come. She did.
"Dyanna, do you know who was the last person to own Dawn?" Dyanna shook her head no.
"Ser Arthur Dayne. The best swordsman I ever saw." Dyanna eyes widen.
"My father. But how did he lose the sword." Ned sigh knowing he would have to tell her sooner or later.
"In battle, soldiers either die or survive... your father and I were battling and..." he looked at the smile girl who was like his own daughter smile disappear. "There always is one winner. Your father was the best in Westeros and I never thought I see another day battling him but I did. I return to your family's home and return Dawn back to where it belong, with your family. Returning home with a promise to protect you as my own...that is what I owe your father." Dyanna look towards the fire pit. At a young age all she ever knew was the Starks were her family. Hearing what happen to her father was something she did not expect.
"If he was still here today would I be living with you? Know of you and Robb, Jon, and Sansa?" Young Dyanna ask.
"I believe not. Your father would have you under his wing. But I'm truly sorry Dyanna from the bottom of my heart. War changes people. It change me. My family. But when you came to leave with us, you made it even better." It was true. Ned had brought two infants after Robert's Rebellion and Dyanna and Jon change his life for the better.
"I do think you are Worthy Dyanna. Worthy of any sword. You have your father's spirit and you be one of Westeros greatest fighters. And once you have pass away they have stories and songs of the great Dyanna Dayne."
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Historical Fiction"As a boy, even I dreamed sometimes of being not a Stark of Winterfell, but a Dayne of Starfall. Legend has it that the Dornish founder of House Dayne followed a falling star to where it hit the ground. And there, he raised his castle. A fantastic s...