Game of Thrones: Equestria

“Ship incoming!”

A large air ship was seen sailing in the distance from due north. The sails had the Warborn clan’s sigil on it as several other air ships followed suit. Waiting at the docks were the royals of Equestria and a few new faces. Marshall wore his signature black armor and looked like he hadn’t aged a day. Due to the effects of consuming the Devil’s fruit, not only was he granted immortality, his aging ceased as well. However, he still had the years growing on him.

Next to him were his three beautiful wives, the two princesses Celestia and Luna and the newly appointed princess Raven. Beside them were their adorable children, each ten years of age, standing proudly with their parents. Crescent, Lunar, and Hunter stood with Luna, Radiant Dawn with Celestia, and Crow with Raven.

Their son, Prince Imperius stood with his wives as well. Gummy cradled her twin sons, Ebony and Mona were sporting prominent bellies, and princess Jasmine sat in a wheelchair since she had just recently given birth to their newborn filly.

The years had been very kind to the once young Prince. Imperius was now the newest Captain of the Royal Guard and a household name throughout the continent. Not only that, but he was arguably the most sought out for stallion among the mares. Some might say he couldn’t exit his own private room without maids or other guardsmares swooning over him.

Each of his wives were also each very beautiful in their own rights as well. Since they were both present and future mothers, one couldn’t deny that Imperius was a very lucky stallion.

Finishing off the group was a mare whose beauty could rival her mother’s. Princess Selene stood next to her brother wearing a shimmering dress for the occasion they gathered for. Selene had grown out her mane to the point where it reached her lower back and styled it in several braids. The family lost count how many marriage proposals and suitors came to her to seek her hand, but the young mare wouldn’t even glance their way since her heart was already given to a man who she’d wait for until the end of time.

"It's been ten years." Imperius said to his sister while watching his wives play with their children.

"I know, it's been one crazy adventure."

"And it's only just begun." Another voice said when Marshall came walking down the hall dressed in a uniform decorated with medals. In the years that followed after the war, the lord regent finally retired from active military service and settled down to raise his children along with his wives.

"Who's coming daddy?" Dawn asked her father as she was picked up in his arms.

"An old friend of ours and one I think you're going to like." Marshall smiled when a horn sounded and all on the docks began cheering.

The moment the ship was docked and the gangplank lowered, a towering figure appeared from the deck. Dressed in black fur and baring his signature red eye was none other than Beorn himself, lord of the clans and King in The North escorted by his herd and their children.

Marshall's children immediately grew fearful and clinged to their mothers for safety when they saw their big brother marching up to meet the northern king halfway to embrace him in a firm hug.

"Imperius!" Beorn shouted with joy upon seeing his old friend.

“Beorn!” Imperius said happily as the two hugged each other. The two stared at each other when the separated. “You’ve gotten fat.”

"Well your hair looks ridiculous." Beorn snapped back as an awkward silence took hold before the two began to burst into laughter.

"And who are these little ones?" Beorn looked at Dawn and her siblings when they hid behind their mothers.

"Oh they're my siblings. Dawn it's okay, this is my friend. The one I told you about."

The foals nervously approached the one-eyed stag as he knelt down to greet them. His warm smile seemed to set them at ease as he gazed at them with kindness.

“Hello, little ones,” Beorn spoke softly. “I knew you when you were still nursing.”

"H-hi." Dawn said when Beorn reached behind his back to pull out a little bag that rattled as he gave it to the little one.

"These are some candies we make up north, they're very tasty."

Dawn peeked inside along with Crescent and Hunter and the three could swear they were looking at a bag of jewels until Hunter decided to pop one into his mouth and his face immediately lit up.

"It's good!"

Behind Beorn, a pack of Diamond Dog pups came running out and tackled him to the ground.

"DOG PILE ON DADDY!!" One of them shouted making the wives laugh.

"Doh confound it kids, not now!" Beorn protested as they climbed all over him.

"Oh my goodness!" Celestia giggled.

"Aaah! Aurora! Get your nieces and nephew off me!!" Beorn called out to his sister who came marching down the gangplank looking annoyed.

"Alright you lot, that's enough." She said while clapping her hands repeatedly as the children settled down.

"Aurora? that you?" Selene gasped after seeing how much she had grown up.

The beautiful doe wearing traditional northern garbs greeted Selene with a hug.

“Aunt Selene! Long time no see, sister!” Aurora said.

The rest of Wulfrics herd came to greet the royal family with many hugs and kisses being exchanged along with the children running up to see the new additions to their growing family.

"Ah where are my manners. Everyone, meet my children. Aphra, Hova, Rima, Danielle and Luca." Beorn smiled as the children waved hello.

"And of course you all know my wives."

"It's good to see you again princess." Crysta bowed her head to Celestia.

"Please don't be so formal Crysta, we're family." The princess smiled while looking down to see the children had gathered around her.

"And hello to you to little ones."

“Hi, aunt Celestia!” The children said together.

“Beorn,” Marshall said, giving the stag a firm handshake. “Good to see you, son, how’s the north been?”

"This winter was a harsh one but we pulled through. The first of the crops should be harvested by the time we get back." Beorn responded as the royal carriages rolled in and the footman opened the doors for each family.

"Hey dad, is there some kind of party going on today?" Luca asked after noticing the numerous party streamers and food stands being prepared.

"Ah that's right. Today's the Foundation Festival." Wulfric said as they boarded the carriage.

"The Foundation Festival? What's that?" Rima asked as her father seated her and Aphra on his lap.

"Well many years ago, before you or I was born. King Wulfric; your grandfather formed an alliance with Princess Celestia and the others to fight back against an evil king and this party is to honor that memory."

"So is grandpa here?" Hova asked her father who sighed for a moment.

"In a way, yes. We're going to see him."

The royal families boarded the carriages and they rode along through the city. The children gazed out the windows in awe as multiple species of creatures coexisted with one another.

“It’s so big here, auntie Luta,” Hova chirped.

“That it is, my dear,” Luta said as her daughter sat in her lap.

“Beorn, what news from Hreidar?” Celestia asked, only for Beorn to smile proudly.

"He'll be here for the festival tomorrow. Right now he's busy establishing trade with the other nations." Beorn said while looking out the window to see the people waving at them.

Upon arriving at the castle, the two royal families were escorted to the royal gardens where a large monument baring the warborn crest stood covered in vines with fresh boquets and other offerings were laid out.

Beorn stumbled a bit as he stepped out of the carriage when his wives caught him and felt him beginning to shake until Crysta held his hand.

"It's okay." She said, helping him find his strength as he resumed walking towards the monument where he began to remove the vines until all could see the name engraved onto the stone.

Wulfric Warborn

"Children...this is your grandfather." Beorn said as a single tear fell from his eye.

"Dad...meet your grandkids."

“Hi grandpa,” the children said.

“Daddy?” Beorn’s son asked. “What was grandpa like?”

Beorn tried to think of a good answer as the memories came flooding back to him but was cut short when his mothers answered for him.

"He was a good man." Applejack said while joining her grandchildren.

"And he was very brave." Rainbow added while her son wiped the tears from his face.

“Was he a fierce warrior?” Applejack’s granddaughter asked.

"The fiercest." Marshall replied, a proud smile appearing as the children gathered around.

"During the great war, they called him "The Beast" and he was always leading the charge, fearless and courageous."

Just then the group heard the sound of horns blaring followed by parade music as the people began to cheer.

"Oh dear, its' time for the party. We better go or we'll be late." Crysta said as they hurried back to the carriages.

"But we wanted to hear more stories." Dawn said while being loaded into the carriage.

"We'll tell you all about it at bedtime. I promise." Luna smiled as she kissed her forehead.

The celebration was taken place at the Crystal Empire where all other neighboring kingdoms came to greet each other as members of the Coalition of Royals. As promised, Hreidar returned from the North with his reformed clan of Stonehoofs. True to his word, Hreidar had completely restored his clan to its honorable roots. Granted, they still had a long way to go, but Hreidar was determined to keep up the good work. Especially since his new wife Dyanni announced they were to have a child soon.

Chrysalis had also made an appearance to greet her daughter with her new child, Crafty the Second, named after his father. Chrysalis expressed how proud she was of Crysta and embarrassed her by announcing that she expects at least a dozen grandfoals from her and Beorn.

While the festivities were still underway, Beorn slipped away to visit a certain mirror that stood in the throne room. The room laid empty without anyone in sight and Beorn stood in front of the mirror, looking at his own reflection.

"Hmph...if you could see me now." He said as he dusted off a small table and placed some mugs to pour some mead.

"I wish you were here to see how much has changed."

As Beorn poured, he didn’t hear the mirror begin to ripple slightly. Just as he finished poring his second mug, a voice spoke.

“Beorn…”

Beorn froze and his heart skipped a beat. That voice was a voice he knew all too well, yet couldn’t believe he had heard it. Forcing himself to move, Beorn slowly turned his head to see a figure wearing a hooded leather jacket, black combat boots, and jeans. Under his hood, he wore a mask that looked like a skull white flame-like tribal markings around the eye sockets.

"It can't be..." Beorn gasped as the figure grabbed one of the mugs.

"This has to be a dream..."

“You’re the spitting image of your father, son,” the figure said, probably smiling behind his mask. “Crysta still busting your balls like the badass changeling girl I remember?”

The figure then lifted his mask slightly as he took a swig of mead when Beorn stepped closer to see his face.

“Sorry about the mask, personal reasons,” the man said. “How’s your sister? She and Scoli getting along-oof!” The man was interrupted when Beorn hugged him.

"Uncle!" Beorn said as he clinged onto him like a child when Lock finally removed his mask to look upon his godson.

“Good to see you too, Beorn,” Lock smiled.

“I-I have so much to say!” Beorn said with glee. “You don’t look any different from the day you left!”

“Well, it turns out time moves differently between our worlds,” Lock shrugged.

“You just come with me! Everyone will be overjoyed to see you again!” Beorn said.

“Actually Beorn, I can’t,” Lock said with a sigh. “There’s something I need to discuss with you, and I’m on limited time.”

Without arguing, Beorn sat with his godfather and gulped down some mead to calm his nerves as Lock joined him.

“Much has happened since I returned to my world,” Lock said, taking a sip. “Too much to discuss over a small sit down and drinks. Long story short, we’ve come to a stalemate but we’re winning the war.” Lock frowned and glanced away from Beorn. “Even though the price for this victory was almost too high.”

"How can I help?" Beorn asked.

"If it's an army you need, I'll gladly send troops."

“No, my brother is looking over the the war now,” Lock said. “Beorn, you are the only person I could think of with what I’m about to ask of you. I realize that it’s out of the blue, given that we haven’t seen each other for a decade, as I imagine how long it’s been, but it’s my only option.”

“Whatever it is, uncle, I will do it,” Beorn said with conviction.

Lock smiled and reached into his jacket. He hesitated, but ended up pulling out a book. The book was green with strange writings on the cover, yet it also had a somewhat sinister presence about it.

“I need you to hold onto this for me,” Lock said.

"A book?" Beorn asked before opening the covers to find its pages written in a strange language.

"I can't read this."

"Very few can and I suggest you keep it that way." Lock said as he closed the book.

“You should count yourself lucky you can’t read it, it would drive you mad,” Lock added

“What is this book?” Beorn wondered.

“The catalyst of the war that rages in my world,” Lock said. “I’ve already read very page in that book. But there are others besides the Dainn in my world who are after it. I can’t leave it in my world and I can’t keep it with me for risk of being hunted down. You, this world, is the last place anyone would expect. However, there’s a catch. I need you to swear to me, swear on your father’s grave, that you won’t tell anyone that you have this. Keep it hidden, don’t let anyone see it, not even your own family. In fact…you shouldn’t even mention I was here.”

"....I understand." Beorn said as he tucked the book away under his cloak."

"But what if the enemy finds out where it is?"

“You let me deal with that,” Lock said, but then glanced back at the mirror. “I have to go.” Lock grabbed his mask and put it back on.

"Uncle!" Beorn called out as he prepared to step through.

"It was good seeing you again."

Lock smiled behind his mask and turned back around to hug Beorn once more.

“Keep living your best life, Beorn. I promise we’ll have a proper reunion one day,” Lock said.

With their last goodbye, Lock donned his mask once more and vanished through the mirror while Beorn returned to the ceremony to celebrate with his family but the mystery of the strange book lingered at the back of his mind as he gave it one last glance before hiding it away once more.

The End.