Mutual Tracking

Jon Stark grimaced, trying to focus as the world went mad below him. The young king hadn't meant to terrify the people of the famous Free City. He knew that, historically, they had valid reasons to despise dragons, which is why he had originally planned to take his winged companion to an isolated corner of the region once they were close before using his powers to magically transport himself to Arya's location. He hadn't counted on her getting rattled beyond reason by the sight of the imposing Titan of Braavos, though. And now, the citizens below him must be expecting the worse.

So, thinking quickly, he realized he was going to have to change his plans. He would still use his powers to reach Arya faster but this time he was going to urge his dragon to stay close enough to come to his aid if needed but high enough in the air so as to avoid getting threatened by the weapons of the Braavosi. That way, she won't feel the need to retaliate with frost-flame while he is distracted. And if dangers find them before they can leave, he can always call his Ice Dragon forth through their bond to defend them and scare their enemies if things start to get so public that he would hesitate to unleash the full might of his wishes openly.

Shortly after he made up his mind, however, Jon heard the clash of metal below him and he frowned, looking down. Then his eyes widened when he spotted **** holes opening at the top of the Titan's helmet, and arrows started getting fired.

After a quick look, he realized that his Ice Dragon's scales were more than thick enough to avoid getting wounded by those small steel projectiles but their actions clearly made her angry as she roared once more, this time in rage instead of as a challenge. Alarmed, Jon hurried to place his hand on her neck and concentrated as hard as he could on the mental bond he had forged between them.

"DO NOT ATTACK THEM!" Jon yelled, both mentally and with his actual voice.

And just like that, her open maw closed again before she could fire up a stream of frost-flame but her body language remained tense. After Jon dodged an arrow that came close to him this time, he certainly understood why that was. Then, he urged her to fly on high above the city, out of reach of the archers at the top of the colossus, and she obliged her powerful wings casting a long shadow over Braavos.

House of Black and White: Free City of Braavos

The agent of the Many-Faced God that was carrying the face of the man once known as Jaqen H'ghar opened the outer gates of their temple before anyone else, urgency visible in his steps. And as he looked up from the outside, he saw tangible proof that one of the visions he had seen in the blackened pools had come to pass.

A dragon was flying above Braavos, its shadow falling over their great city like an omen of annihilation.

The servant's gaze hardened as he gripped his cane more tightly.

"Thank you for the warning, our god of ****," He said in a reverent tone. "With the entire order of the Faceless gathered here at once to interpret Your divine messages, I am sure we will be able to defend Braavos."

Before long, the opposite-colored gates opened once more, and the remaining 58 of the Faceless Men gathered in the entrance of their temple. Many of them nodded grimly but without surprise in their eyes when they glimpsed the dragon above. Then, one by one, they turned to him, making him feel the echoes of surprise within the core of his being when he realized why that was.

"I was the one that was chosen by the Many-Faced God to first witness His visions, so the other servants are trusting me to lead them now that one of them had come to pass," He thought solemnly.

Then he took a deep breath as he analyzed the situation as quickly as he could. And once he had a plan, he pressed his wooden cane loudly into the stairs.

"We don't know where that winged menace is going to attack first so our first priority will be to divide our forces so that we can better protect the most important and likely targets of the city," The man with the borrowed face of Jaqen H'ghar declared. "Gather your varied tools of **** as fast as you can and head out in groups to the Sealord's Palace, our prized Arsenal, the headquarters of the Iron Bank, the Temple of the Moonsingers, and the uppermost level of the Titan of Braavos," He ordered. "And those that go to the latter, remember to bring your most ranged tools with you, for you may have the best chance of attack while this beast is in the air. Just remember that a handful of us should stay behind to guard the sacred ground of the Many-Faced God."

Everyone nodded in concert and headed back into the House of Black and White to grab their instruments of **** without complaint. Before he could do the same, however, he frowned when he remembered something.

"Where had the girl once known as Arya Stark gone to?"

The young King of the North and the Trident was about to use his secret, godly powers to reunite with his dear sister after so long when a scorpion bolt was shot from the back of the Titan's bronze helm and very nearly pierced one of his companions' wings. And before he could focus enough to stop her, she turned her huge head back and fired a blast of frost.

Jon shivered and not from the cold as he turned back, dreading to see what he would find. But to his immense relief, it appeared that his mental insistence through their bond to ensure she would only scare off those that would try to attack them had taken hold in her mind since the frost-flame was directed at the open, empty space beside the colossus head as a warning shot. Jon petted her at that and expressed his gratitude through their link.

"Thank you," He told her. "Please, try to keep that up if you can instead of actually hurting the people below us or destroying parts of their city. They don't know we mean them no harm and are afraid for the safety of their homes, girl, so we shouldn't kill them just for these acts of confusion."

Then the secret god sighed. "I will try to rescue Arya as fast as I can. Then we will let you know where we are through our bond so that we can get out of here as fast as we can. In the meantime, try to stay close but far enough to avoid their attacks. See you soon, my friend."

And with that, Jon wished to appear in the same area as Arya currently is but making sure he wouldn't get so close so as to transport himself inside a wall beside her, for instance. Before even a second had passed since he finished his sentence, Jon Stark was no longer astride his dragon's saddle.

Isle of the Gods: Free City of Braavos

Shallan Ravad, High Priestess of the Temple of the Moonsingers, the largest and most revered holy site in Braavos, exited the doors of her temple as she searched for the source of the roar, dreading what she might find in the skies. And like she suspected, she found a dragon looming over the Free City of Braavos.

Nevertheless, unlike the shrieks of terror that she heard around the Isle of the Gods when her fellow citizens saw the winged behemoth fire around their giant sentry, Shallan's eyes widened not from terror but because she recognized the sign before her.

Frost instead of fire.

The high priestess gasped, feeling herself tear up as joy filled her very being. "Have my prayers at last been answered?" She said in a small voice, her tone cracking as she realized what this meant.

Then she froze, understanding not everyone in Braavos will see in that way. And so, she turned back to their holy temple, made larger than the rest in honor of the fact it was the prophecies of the ancient Moonsingers that lead the former slaves to Braavos when they escaped Old Valyria centuries earlier.

Before long, she started running back inside with all her speed. It seems her gods had deemed a prophecy most cherished to her would happen in her lifetime and she had no intention to let them down.

The secret god took in his surroundings when he appeared inside a building. It seemed to be a bathhouse of some kind but no one was inside a far as he could tell. So, finding only one door at the end of the room he opened it and crossed beyond.

That was when his jaw dropped.

There was a large bed before him and currently occupying it where a naked, dark-skinned beauty and...his equally naked sister, who was hugging her with her head pressed to the other woman's breast.

At first, Jon felt outraged, thinking that his sister had to sell herself to a brothel so that she could eat and feeling guilty at not verifying more of her situation with his powers so that he could help her. But then, he saw the look of peace and contentment that was apparent in her sleeping features and it gave him pause. Which in turn widened his eyes as a new possibility entered his mind.

"Oh gods," Jon muttered. "I had no idea you would have preferred women as lovers given the chance, Arya."

Apparently, he wasn't as quiet as he thought because his sister opened her eyes right then and there and she blinked rapidly when she saw him standing there.

"Jon?!" She asked in shock. "Brother, is that you?"

Despite the shock he had just felt, he couldn't help but smile warmly at her and nodded. Suddenly, she took off from the bed and jumped on his arms, hugging him with her bare form as hard as she could.

And just like that, the two siblings, long separated by war, chaos, distance, and duty were reunited at last.

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A/N: And Arya has finally entered the fray! :D

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