Game Of Thrones: Reborn As Pokémon( Xerneas )
Description:
In a world where the faith of the Old Ones, ancient and faceless gods residing in the green wood, once thrived among the First Men and the Children of the Forest, a shift occurred with the Andal Invasion. The Faith of the Seven gained prominence, leading to the destruction of weirwoods in the southern realms, except for the Isle of Faces guarded by green men. However, in the North, the faith in the Old Ones persisted, with every castle maintaining a Godswood and a heart tree adorned with mysterious faces.
Unlike other mortal gods, the identity of the Old Ones remained elusive, represented only by weirwood trees, sometimes resembling a horned deity. The rulers of the First Men, instead of adorning themselves with precious helms, chose antler helms, considering them divine symbols connecting to their bloodline origins.
Enter Jay, who, after a reincarnation, unexpectedly becomes the God of Life, Xerneas, inadvertently revitalizing the faith in the Old Ones. This sets the stage for a story exploring the clash of ancient beliefs, the resurgence of a forgotten faith, and the mystical journey of a Pokémon deity reborn in a world torn between dead and living.
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Chapter 1:
Once upon a time, there was a guy named Jay, just your average college student leading a pretty ordinary life. But one weekend, he decided to watch the last episode of the Game of Thrones series. Now, Jay had mixed feelings about the ending. He wasn't thrilled with it, no matter which way you looked at it.
If Daenerys survived, well, she went on a crazy killing spree due to her extreme emotional issues. That wasn't exactly a happy ending. And if she was dead for good, why did Jon have to go into exile? Jay thought Jon could've made a great king with Bran's guidance, the guy they call "the Broken."
For Jay, there were just too many unnecessary deaths that messed with the emotions of fans, from the beginning to the very end. But, with a not-so-happy heart, Jay decided to call it a night. After all, he had to wake up early for class the next day.
Little did he know that this would be his last night as a human. When he woke up, he had become something else entirely—a Pokémon.
In the realm of dreams, Jay found himself entangled in an unusual sensation as he attempted to move. An invisible force seemed to bind him, rendering him immobile. When he struggled to open his eyes, an impenetrable darkness surrounded him, and his mind blanked. A mysterious vision unfolded before him—men gathered around a peculiar tree, praying in diverse languages that Jay miraculously comprehended. As time passed, he witnessed others, growing old while he remained unchanged.
A peculiar figure, a short human, and green beings with horns, worshipped an enigmatic tree in his vision. Intriguingly, diverse groups formed pacts beneath a white, peculiar tree, and Jay sensed a connection to his own knowledge. Amidst the dreams, a young man with white hair and violet eyes, accompanied by noble ladies with identical features, appeared. A colossal, fiery beast soared through the sky, dispelling Jay's doubts. The realization hit him: these were not mere dreams.
Meanwhile, in the Gods Eye River, powerful ripples emerged, and the Isle of Faces witnessed an extraordinary event. The heart tree bathed in an ethereal green glow, illuminating the entire island. A divine aura enveloped Westeros, heralded by the joyous cries of animals and birds. The green men knelt in prayer as the tree transformed into a majestic quadrupedal creature, stag-like with four pairs of antlers. Its body was adorned with gold-trimmed legs and vibrant markings, and its eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity.
As the transformation unfolded, the creature, Xerneas, radiated seven colors, signifying the sharing of eternal life. The river celebrated, the forest rejoiced, and a melodic scream resonated like a soothing symphony. In that moment, Jay, now awakened as Xerneas, gazed upon the strange men kneeling before him and could not help but ask, "Where am I?" The epic scene unfolded as the deity of Life emerged in a world forever changed by his presence.
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Chapter 2:
Surrounded by a dense wood, Xerneas found himself in the company of mysterious beings, each adorned with antlers on their heads, kneeling in reverence before him. Their numbers exceeded fifty, and as Xerneas surveyed the scene, he realized his own body emitted a radiant glow, pulsating with an ethereal energy. The revelation struck him that he was no longer human, yet an inexplicable calmness enveloped him, guided by the soothing energy that seemed to emanate from the very essence of the world.
As Xerneas took a step forward, each footfall transformed the ground beneath into a vibrant canvas, adorned with blossoming wildflowers. His newfound ability to awaken and stimulate nature with his mere presence intrigued him. A tranquil aura enveloped him, and the very air seemed to resonate with the shared joy of the world, echoing the happiness spurred by his divine existence.
Moving with purpose, Xerneas walked gracefully towards the kneeling green men. With each step, the wildflowers bloomed and the air became filled with a revitalizing energy. The beings before him remained in a reverent posture, their hearts resonating with joy. The closer Xerneas approached, the more he sensed the genuine happiness emanating from these enigmatic creatures.
As Xerneas drew nearer to the expectant green men, a profound uncertainty settled within him. The weight of their anticipation hung in the air, demanding a response. He felt a profound connection to the visions that had unfolded, a realization that he was a deity, revered by these enigmatic beings and all living forms in the vicinity.
Speaking in the ancient tongue through telepathy, Xerneas addressed the green men with a voice that resonated like a calming melody, "Greetings, children of the wood. I am... uncertain of what I am and why you revere me so. The visions I have witnessed suggest a connection, but the details elude me. Can you shed light on my purpose and the reason for your devotion?"
The green men, still in their reverent posture, gazed up at Xerneas with a mixture of awe and respect. Among them, an elder figure rose, his voice carrying a reverence that echoed through the sacred grove, "Great Old one, deity of Life, your arrival was foretold in the whispers of the wind and the rustling of leaves. You are the embodiment of nature's harmony, a force to be revered. Our people have awaited your presence for generations, and now, you stand before us."
Feeling a sense of confusion and a desire for clarity, Xerneas decided to walk past the kneeling green men. As he did, his view expanded to the Gods Eye River, where fish leaped joyously in a greeting of their own. The very essence of nature seemed to celebrate his presence. He proceeded toward the riverbank, catching a glimpse of his reflection.
The river's inhabitants, the jumping fish, observed in silent reverence as Xerneas gazed upon his own reflection. In that moment, a single word surfaced in his mind, "Pokémon?... Xerneas!" He endeavored to etch every detail of the majestic creature into his memory, seeking to understand the truth of what he had become.
As he immersed himself in contemplation, the once lively river grew silent, the fish seemingly attuned to the sacred nature of Xerneas' thoughts.
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Chapter 3:
As Xerneas continued to gaze into his reflection, the realization struck him like a thunderbolt – he had become the living embodiment of a crossover between two distinct worlds. The tangible reality surrounding him defied the boundaries of his former existence, making it increasingly challenging to convince himself that this was not a mere dream. Every detail, every sensation, felt undeniably real, blurring the lines between the fantastical and the familiar.
With a sigh, Xerneas raised his head, fixing his gaze upon the awe-inspiring aurora that adorned the sky in celebration of his divine presence. The vibrant hues danced in the heavens, a testament to the harmonious connection between the ethereal and the earthly.
In an impulsive gesture, Xerneas extended his gold-trimmed leg towards the calm river, a silent invitation to traverse its waters. The green men gathered along the riverbank, their eyes filled with curiosity and a touch of concern, as they witnessed their revered deity preparing to depart.
With deliberate steps, Xerneas ventured into the river, the water parting with a tranquil grace to accommodate his divine passage. The green men, their faces reflecting a mixture of awe and uncertainty, observed as their god walked upon the liquid surface. The river remained calm, paying homage to the deity's ethereal connection with nature.
As Xerneas neared the midpoint of the river, he turned his head to acknowledge the gathered green men, their forms blurred by the mist rising from the water. A moment of anticipation hung in the air, and then, with a subtle shimmer, Xerneas vanished into the mystic veil of the river.
At the other end of the river, emerging from the mist, Xerneas found himself amidst a group of fishermen who stood enchanted by the celestial spectacle unfolding in the sky. The radiant Aurora painted a breathtaking tapestry above, casting its vibrant hues across the heavens. The fishermen, lost in the beauty of the cosmic display, remained blissfully unaware of the towering presence approaching them.
Xerneas, standing at an imposing height of ten feet, advanced silently, his majestic form just twenty feet away from the unsuspecting onlookers. Like a gentle breeze, he traversed the riverbank without causing a ripple, his existence blending seamlessly with the natural surroundings.
Without alerting the fishermen to his presence, Xerneas continued his journey. In the distance, the formidable fortress of Harrenhal loomed against the horizon, a testament to the historical tapestry woven into the fabric of Westeros. However, Xerneas was drawn to the embrace of the woods near the God's Eye River, where the whispers of nature beckoned him forward.
As Xerneas ventured deeper into the woods, the vibrant tapestry of nature unfolded around him. The air was thick with an ethereal energy that seemed to draw the very essence of the forest towards the deity of Life. Soon, he found himself surrounded by a congregation of wild animals, each approaching him with a gentle curiosity, devoid of any hostility.
The animals, sensing the divine presence of Xerneas, stood together in a harmonious display of unity. Wolf pups, their playful spirits evident, approached the towering deity with a sense of innocence. Great elks, majestic and regal, bowed in silent reverence, acknowledging the sacredness of the moment. The forest echoed with the haunting melody of a wolf pack, their collective howls resonating in a symphony of nature's song.
Squirrels, agile and nimble, added their own notes to the melody, creating a harmonious blend of sounds that seemed to dance with the rustling leaves. Fireflies, like living stars, illuminated the forest with their soft glow, guiding Xerneas through the enchanted realm.
As the deity of Life walked forward, the wild animals accompanied him in a majestic procession.
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Chapter 4:
Under the morning sun, a playful breeze danced through the air, carrying the scent of the nearby Gods Eye. Shira, a spirited 10-year-old girl with a love for adventure and her fisherman father's crafted bows, found herself in search of a moment of freedom away from her mother's watchful eyes.
With nimble fingers, Shira, a free spirit known for giving her mother frequent headaches, located a hidden bow within her home. Seizing the opportunity when the others were away for fishing near the Gods Eye, she quietly stepped outside to indulge in her favorite pastime.
The radiant daylight illuminated her path as she strolled through the surroundings, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Shira's gaze settled on a small wild rabbit peacefully grazing on the grass. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she readied a bow, a makeshift creation capable of launching arrows with youthful enthusiasm.
However, as Shira aimed at the unsuspecting rabbit, her arrow succumbed to the whims of the wind, veering off course and falling to the side. Undeterred, the determined girl, fueled by her adventurous spirit, decided to chase after the rabbit. A playful pursuit ensued as the rabbit, now alerted to Shira's presence, darted towards the safety of the nearby woods.
Shira's agile feet carried her through the terrain as she persistently pursued her furry target. The woodland became a labyrinth of excitement and mystery as the chase continued. Yet, in the midst of her pursuit, Shira suddenly realized that she had lost her way.
The little rabbit, cornered and with no escape route, huddled in the shadows. Shira, momentarily disoriented, looked around, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and determination. The forest, filled with the sounds of rustling leaves and the distant call of birds.
As Shira continued to look back, her initial pursuit of the wild rabbit became a distant memory. The dense foliage of the forest had swallowed her surroundings, and with each step, she found herself straying further away from the familiar paths leading to her home. The daylight filtered through the leaves overhead, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor as Shira became increasingly lost in the woods.
Unbeknownst to Shira, deep within the heart of the forest, Xerneas rested near a concealed cave. Anticipating the veil of darkness to descend, he patiently awaited the opportune moment to continue his journey through the land. Aware of his own formidable powers, Xerneas exercised caution since he is just transmigrated, choosing to avoid direct contact with humans until he could harness his abilities to their full potential.
His resting place, surrounded by vines and tall grass, veiled his presence, ensuring that he remained undetected by any passing humans. The cave provided a sanctuary, guarded by vigilant wolves that patrolled the outskirts of the veiled area. Inside, a collection of leaves, meticulously gathered by industrious squirrels and birds, formed a comfortable nest for Xerneas to rest upon.
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Chapter 5:
The once bold spirit of young Shira began to wane as the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows throughout the woods. Her eyes welled with tears, fear encroaching upon her as the once lively forest grew eerily silent. Desperate to suppress her emotions, she fought back the urge to cry, clinging to the shreds of courage that remained.
The onset of twilight brought a momentary reprieve, as a myriad of fireflies emerged, their gentle glow dancing in the dimming light. Yet, the fleeting comfort was shattered by the haunting howls of wolves, their distant cries resonating through the now ominous forest. Shira's heart pounded, and a shiver ran down her spine as the wolves closed in on her position.
A black wolf, its eyes gleaming in the gathering darkness, approached Shira with a low growl. Panic seized her, and tears streamed down her cheeks. The encroaching pack surrounded her, closing the distance with an air of hostility.
Unknown to Shira, Xerneas had been aware of her presence from the moment she entered the woods. However, he hadn't anticipated that the young girl would venture deeper into the heart of the forest, reaching dangerously close to his secluded resting place. Concerned for her safety, Xerneas decided to intervene before the wolves could harm her.
With a melody-like voice that echoed through the stillness of the night, Xerneas unleashed a soothing call. The wolves, informed of his benevolent intention, abandoned their aggression and retreated to his side. Shira, bewildered yet relieved, watched as the wolves withdrew.
However, Xerneas had hesitated to reveal his true form to the young girl. Yet, with the child's safety at stake, he decided to step forward, his entire being bathed in an ethereal glow, transitioning into a majestic battle mode.
Shira's initial fear transformed into a mixture of awe and wonder as she gazed upon the resplendent deity before her. Slowly extending her arms towards Xerneas, her eyes remained fixed on the magnificent being, captivated by the otherworldly presence that radiated an aura of both power and benevolence.
As Xerneas approached Shira, the young girl extended her arms towards the majestic deity. With a graceful movement, Xerneas lowered his head, allowing Shira to touch the ethereal creature. In that moment, a surge of energy coursed through her, and her tearful eyes transformed into gleams of joy. The connection with Xerneas left her feeling lighter, revitalized, as if she had tapped into a wellspring of life itself.
With a gentle lift of his head, Xerneas began to walk, leading Shira in the direction from which she had come. Overwhelmed by joy, she hesitated at first but soon found herself following the majestic creature. The distant howl of a wolf echoed through the woods, urging her to keep pace.
Throughout the journey, Shira attempted to engage Xerneas in conversation, her youthful curiosity bubbling over with questions. However Xerneas remained silent, his gaze fixed forward.
As they neared the exit of the forest, Shira's eyes widened with joy as she saw a search party assembled at the forest's edge. Men, including her father, were readying themselves to venture into the woods in search of the lost child. Shira's heart skipped a beat, torn between the newfound enchantment of the forest and the familiarity of her family.
In a sudden, solemn moment, Shira noticed that Xerneas was no longer by her side. The forest guardian she thought had vanished, leaving her to face the reality of her return.
The search party, comprised of fishermen's and a hedge knight, spotted Shira and rushed towards her with a mix of relief and concern. Her father, a blend of emotions, embraced and scolded her. Shira responded with a smile, her gaze occasionally drifting towards the depths of the forest where Xerneas had disappeared.
Unbeknownst to Shira, Xerneas watched her departure from a distance, his ethereal form blending with the foliage. As the girl left the enchanted woods, he prepared to embark on a new journey, weaving his presence into the tapestry of nature and life.
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Chapter 6:
As the child, Shira, along with her people, left the enchanted woods, Xerneas observed from a distance, hidden by the mist that enveloped him. Sensing the genuine concern and care of every creature that had gathered around him during his brief stay, Xerneas felt a profound connection with the inhabitants of the forest.
The great elks and deers, their majestic forms bowed in a gesture of reverence, silently conveyed their respect to the departing guardian. Wolves, in their pack, howled under the moonlit sky, their mournful yet respectful voices echoing through the woods. Even the birds, concealed in the darkness, screeched their melodic farewells to Xerneas.
Though he had spent only half a day among these beings, Xerneas could sense the depth of their attachment and the sincerity of their emotions. Every creature, large or small, had come together to express their care and gratitude.
With a graceful stride, Xerneas walked away from the gathering, disappearing into the mist that he had conjured to shroud his presence.
During that night, a strong mist descended upon the region surrounding Castle Darry and the adjacent river. Most men had retreated to their homes, unaware of the mystical presence weaving through the mist. Those who dared to venture outside found themselves disoriented, lost in the sudden emergence of the ethereal haze.
Xerneas, concealed within the cloak of mist and darkness, moved with a graceful elegance towards the distant Vale. The night provided the perfect cover for the legendary Pokémon, allowing it to traverse the land unnoticed. With a speed that rivaled even the most formidable Pokémon, Xerneas effortlessly covered vast distances, leaving a trail of mist in its wake.
Before the first light of dawn painted the horizon, Xerneas stood near the top of a mountain, overlooking the vast expanse of the Bite. The bay, a large inlet off the north-eastern coast of Westeros, separated the southern coast of the North from the northern coast of the Vale of Arryn. The Neck ran along the western edge of the bay, and the islands known as the Three Sisters lay within the Bite.
Though the mountains of the Vale were known for their inhospitality and challenging terrain, Xerneas, as a Pokémon, effortlessly navigated the peaks. With a graceful leap, it soared through the mountain range, the strong mist cloaking its movements.
Descending from the lofty heights of the mountain, Xerneas moved towards the Bite, its ethereal form hidden within a cloak of mist. The fish in the bay seemed to part, creating an unusual and mesmerizing path for the legendary Pokémon as it approached the waters of the Bite. Boats bobbed on the surface, their fishermen unaware of the mystical presence drawing near.
A sudden wave accompanied by the emergence of a strong mist stirred terror among the fishermen. The sea, once calm, now danced with unpredictability. Yet, amidst the chaos, the presence of Xerneas remained concealed. Xerneas bypassed the ships with an otherworldly finesse, not causing a ripple in the water.
As Xerneas crossed the vast expanse of the Bite, it moved with a purposeful elegance. The mist clung to its form, a protective shroud that masked its presence from those who sailed the bay. The Three Sisters, nestled within the waters of the Bite, bore witness to the silent passage of the guardian of life.
Leaving the bay behind, Xerneas continued its journey towards Moat Cailin, the once ancient stronghold of the First Men.
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Chapter 7:
In the heart of the vast marshlands known as the Neck, there lived a unique and resilient people called the crannogmen. Their villages, fashioned from reeds and thatch, perched upon floating islands amidst the mire. These humble abodes were a testament to their resourcefulness and their intimate connection with the untamed landscape that surrounded them.
The crannogmen, so named for their distinctive way of life, were a humble and poor folk. Their existence revolved around the bounty of the marsh—fishing and frogging providing their sustenance. Their villages, though modest, held a certain charm, their structures blending seamlessly with the marsh's natural beauty.
Legends and rumors surrounded the crannogmen, some suggesting that their smaller stature was a result of intermarriage with the mystical children of the forest. Others, more skeptically, attributed their size to the harsh reality of poor nutrition. Yet, the truth lay hidden in the veins of every crannogman—a trace of the ancient bloodline of the children of the forest.
Despite their modest living conditions, the crannogmen held steadfast to the faith of the old ways. In the South, where the influence of the Faith of the Seven and the Andals took root, the crannogmen remained a beacon of the ancient beliefs. They were disparaged by outsiders with derogatory names like "frogeaters" and "mudmen." The ironborn, ever known for their seafaring conquests, dubbed them bog devils—a testament to the crannogmen's resilience in the face of persistent challenges.
Notoriously difficult to conquer, the crannogmen maintained their independence and their unique way of life. The ruler of these marshlands, House Reed of Greywater Watch, held the reins of leadership.
In the midst of his journey towards the North, Xerneas felt an inexplicable pull, a calling from the heart of the woods that compelled him to halt his stride. Turning to gaze towards the source of the mysterious energy, his eyes penetrated the dense swamps and thickets, reaching the region nestled between the Flint Cliff and the Neck.
There, beneath the ancient canopy of the woods, Xerneas beheld a poignant scene. A group of people, their faces etched with both despair and hope, had gathered around a heart tree. Their fervent prayers resonated through the air, a solemn chorus that conveyed the weight of their emotions. Among them, a couple stood, their hearts heavy with grief, as they beseeched the gods for the recovery of their child, who lay stricken by the relentless grip of the greywater fever.
The onlookers, though weak and wearied, offered solace and support to the grieving parents. In the heart of this somber assembly, the oldest Weirwood tree in the region stood sentinel, its gnarled branches reaching towards the heavens. Xerneas, an observer, felt a profound connection with the devoted souls who sought solace beneath the sacred tree.
As the collective energy of the gathering manifested in a quiet symphony of prayers and cries, Xerneas sensed an ethereal force gathering around him. His antlers, adorned with an otherworldly grace, began to radiate in seven colors that shimmered through the mist. The mystical aura of the Weirwood, coupled with the fervent devotion of the people, kindled a deep sense of attachment within the legendary Pokémon.
Moved by an invisible force, Xerneas took a deliberate step forward, the mist swirling around him as he advanced towards the Neck.
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Chapter 8:
That fateful night, Lord Howland Reed returned to his seat in Greywater Watch with a heavy heart, accompanied by his wife. The woods had become a place of solace for him, a sanctuary where he sought the guidance and compassion of the old gods. His men, too, had joined him in this sacred pilgrimage, gathering beneath the oldest Weirwood tree in the region to offer prayers for his only son, Jojen Reed.
Greywater fever had swept through the marshlands, claiming the lives of many, including some of Lord Reed's loyal men. The disease had taken hold of Jojen, casting a shadow of despair over the Lord's heart. The woods echoed with their desperate prayers, a chorus of sorrow that reverberated through the mire.
In the midst of their collective plea, a soothing sound, almost like a celestial melody, reached Lord Reed's ears. Intrigued, he and his men emerged from their homes, drawn by the ethereal sound that seemed to permeate the air. To their astonishment, the swamp that had long been veiled in mist started to clear.
In the visible eyes of the gathered folk, a transformation unfolded. The once murky and somber landscape blushed with the vibrant hues of revitalized grass. Trees, dormant for years, began to grow before their very eyes, stretching towards the sky in a display of newfound life. A gentle breeze swept through the mire, carrying with it a sense of renewal and hope.
As the enchantment continued, the people felt a change within themselves. Bodies that had aged and withered now seemed to reverse in time. Grey hairs darkened, and those who had succumbed to illness experienced a miraculous recovery. An ethereal energy, soothing and revitalizing, invaded their bodies, knitting together the fabric of their beings.
The transformation extended to the once murky waters of the swamps. Clear and pristine, the water bodies revealed their hidden beauty. Trees bore fruits, a symbol of the newfound fertility that had graced the land. Fishes leaped in joy, their scales shimmering in the now-clear waters.
Tears of joy streamed down the faces of the people as they beheld the miracle unfolding before their very eyes. In the clearing mist, every man and woman dropped to their knees, overwhelmed with gratitude for the blessing bestowed upon them by the great old ones. The air resonated with heartfelt thanks, a chorus of voices raised in awe and appreciation.
In the distance, a silent observer watched the jubilation unfold. Xerneas, the guardian of life, remained at a respectful distance, his majestic form dimming as his antlers returned to their neutral state. Xerneas having witnessed the genuine gratitude of the people, decided to resume its journey towards the North.
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Chapter 9:
Xerneas finally arrived at Barrowland, a place filled with rolling hills and numerous barrows. It was already night, but Xerneas was determined to reach the woods ahead before taking a break. Despite the darkness, he pressed on without looking back, driven by a purpose that he couldn't quite understand.
All he knew for certain was that he was heading North, and a confidence surged within him as he began to explore his legendary Pokémon abilities, testing out his powers. The only thing he hadn't tried yet was his destructive side, but he felt a strange resistance within himself, a hesitation to unleash such power.
To avoid drawing attention in the human-populated area he anticipated crossing, Xerneas cloaked his presence with mist.
Xerneas soon arrived near Torrhen Square, the home of House Tallhart. The area was situated by a large lake, surrounded by woods. After quenching his thirst from the river but not necessary just out of habit, Xerneas made his way towards Wolfswood, where he planned to take a break.
Moving cautiously, he had to pause from time to time, sensing the presence of humans. He waited for them to move away before continuing, relying on the mist to disguise him. If someone did catch a glimpse, they might just mistake him for an adult elk, thanks to the mist serving as his veil.
Once within the woods, Xerneas released a soft call, summoning his subjects. Soon, a pack of wolves, wild leopards, elks, and even snakes gathered around. Xerneas hesitated at the sight of the snakes, knowing that, as a Pokémon, he was vulnerable to poison and personality based scared of snakes. Nonetheless, the creatures led him deeper into the forest.
On a hillside outside the castle walls, the ranger Will stood before Ned, knowing his sentence was death for claiming to have seen White Walkers. Ned, wielding his family's ancient blade named Ice, carried out the punishment as his sons, even young Bran, watched. After the grim task, he shared a lesson with Bran: "Our way is the old way. The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword." When Bran questioned if the deserter truly saw White Walkers, Ned assured him that they were creatures long gone for thousands of years.
As they journeyed back to the castle, the group encountered a dead stag on the road, partially disemboweled. Theon suggested it might be the work of a mountain lion, but Eddard dismissed the idea, stating none lived in the area. Further investigation revealed a rare dead female direwolf, killed with a stag antler lodged in her throat. The female had died after giving birth, and her five pups huddled nearby for warmth.
Approaching the dead direwolf, a sudden growl echoed from the woods. More than 50 wolves emerged one by one, creating a terrifying sight. Eddard Stark, along with his castle's master-at-arms Rodrik Cassel, urged Bran, Jon, Robb, and Theon to retreat. Despite Jon's insistence on staying, Eddard pushed him to go with his siblings. As they retreated, they noticed many elks standing alongside the wolves, an unusual sight.
While they withdrew, Eddard sensed the presence of Xerneas, barely visible through the trees. For safety, they refrained from making any sudden moves, as the overwhelming number of wolves gave them no advantage. Xerneas slowly emerged from the woods, approaching the dead direwolf. He then turned towards where the Starks had retreated. Xerneas appeared to express satisfaction, perhaps even a metaphorical smile, as it dawned on him that he was an early participant in the intricate game of thrones that was just beginning to unfold. His antlers began to grow, shining in seven colors. His entire body glowed in green, and the once lifeless direwolf started to show signs of life. Slowly, it rose and bowed in the presence of Xerneas. The Xerneas then turned towards the forest, leading the direwolf and her pups, guarded by a massive pack of wolves and a group of elks.
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Chapter 10:
When they got back to Winterfell, Eddard Stark noticed an unusual surge in wild animals, especially a large pack of wolves surrounding them. To tackle this, he ordered his men to organize a hunting party. However, what puzzled Eddard was the wolves' restraint; they didn't attack, despite having the upper hand in numbers. This defied the usual behavior of wild animals.
Adding to the mystery, Eddard and his son Bran both sensed something extraordinary. Eddard could vaguely see a glimpse of Xerneas, a mystical presence that brought a calming effect to his mind. Bran, even without seeing Xerneas, felt a strong attraction to the forest when the wolves closed in.
That night, an unusual dream enveloped every Stark, even Jon. Despite sharing the dream, they were separated, unable to reach each other. Arya's screams echoed through the dream as she dashed through a mysterious forest, causing panic among her family.
Jon, prompted by Arya's cries, tried to follow the sound but couldn't get any closer. The same was true for Robb, who also heard Arya's distress. Meanwhile, Sansa hesitated to move, standing before a non-hostile yet intimidating wolf.
Eddard, navigating the dream world, was unaware of how he ended up there, staying vigilant. In his journey through the forest, he encountered a black wolf. Though unarmed, Eddard remained cautious, but the wolf gestured a direction, perplexing him. Despite uncertainty, he decided to follow.
As Jon drew closer to Arya from one direction, Robb approached from another. Eventually, they found Arya, captivated by a wolf standing before her. The wolf, seemingly guiding them, started moving, prompting the Starks to follow. With no other choice and the dream feeling eerily real.
Soon, they spotted Eddard being guided by another wolf. They called out to him, catching his attention. The family gathered together, and Eddard embraced Arya, who was frightened from being lost in the unfamiliar forest. Eddard, astonished by the presence of his children in the same dream, listened as they shared their confusion upon waking up in this strange place.
Fear gripped them all as they pondered how they ended up in this mysterious realm, guided by peculiar wolves. Sansa, led by a grey wolf, was the last to join the group. She ran to Eddard, seeking comfort and safety, and tearfully hugged him, overwhelmed by the sudden and bizarre environment surrounding them.
Suddenly, a massive albino wolf, a dire wolf, emerged from the forest, putting everyone on edge. Eddard instinctively positioned himself in front of his family, ready to protect them. The wolves that had guided them earlier hurried towards the dire wolf, who surprisingly showed no signs of aggression, easing Eddard's tension.
The dire wolf began walking in a specific direction, prompting the Starks to follow cautiously. As they trailed behind, they discovered Bran standing before a peculiar dead tree. The tree, no taller than 12 or 15 feet, appeared lifeless amid the surrounding woods. Eddard approached Bran, who seemed mesmerized by the energy emanating from the dry tree.
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Chapter 11:
Eddard called out softly as he approached Bran, who remained oblivious to their presence. "Bran..." he said, but Bran didn't respond, captivated by the dead tree. Eddard, growing increasingly concerned, took hold of Bran's hand and led him along with the rest of the Stark children. The atmosphere around them felt tense, making them all nervous.
Even as Eddard tried to get Bran's attention, Bran's focus remained fixed on the dead tree. Eddard, more worried, turned Bran's face towards him and said, "Bran, look here..." Finally, Bran spoke in an emotionless voice, "Father, the Old One is awakened." Before Eddard could inquire further, the entire dream abruptly ended.
Eddard was the first to wake, startling Catelyn with his unusual sweating and unresponsiveness. Worried, she tried to rouse him without success, prompting her to call for servants and inform Maester Luwin about her husband's condition. The maester examined Eddard but couldn't determine the cause.
Growing increasingly anxious, Catelyn sought comfort from her children, only to find them in the same mysterious state. The helplessness she felt deepened as her pleas went unanswered. With the assistance of servants, Catelyn moved her children to a common hall for Maester Luwin to examine, Jon included. Despite her reservations about Jon, she couldn't deny her concern for his well-being. Filled with uncertainty, she could only offer prayers to the gods as she rushed towards the Sept for solace.
Upon returning from the Sept, Catelyn found no change in the situation. Servants were bustling around, aiding Maester Luwin in examining Lord Eddard and the Stark children. Feeling utterly helpless, Catelyn walked over to Eddard, knelt beside him, and began fervently praying to her gods, desperately hoping for a response.
Suddenly, to her surprise, Eddard nervously got up, causing Catelyn to stagger back. One by one, each Stark child slowly awoke. Overwhelmed with happiness, Catelyn couldn't hold back her tears. She embraced Eddard, who was visibly confused by the sudden gathering around him. The other Stark children, except for Bran, who remained in a daze, also started coming to their senses.
Confused and trying to make sense of the situation, Eddard turned to Maester Luwin to learn why he and his children were gathered in the hall so abruptly. The maester explained that they had experienced something akin to sleep paralysis, yet different in its own way. Eddard looked at his children, who seemed to share a silent understanding of what had occurred.
However, Eddard noticed the absence of Bran. Concerned, he scanned the room and, unable to find Bran, turned to Catelyn, asking, "Where is Bran?" It was at that moment that everyone realized Bran was missing from their midst.
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Chapter 12:
Servants and guards mobilized, launching a search for Bran wherever they could. Unbeknownst to them, Bran had already reached the Godswood. Although he was no longer in a daze, nervousness consumed him. He couldn't comprehend why he was compelled to move toward the Godswood, and he was puzzled by the fact that the guards didn't stop him from entering at night. Oddly, they didn't acknowledge him at all, as if they couldn't see him. Undeterred, Bran continued to walk along a cracked stone path until he stood near the ancient weirwood tree.
Bran's gaze shifted nervously between the weirwood tree and the surroundings. Suddenly, he noticed the red leaves of the weirwood falling one by one, a slow and unnatural descent. The phenomenon extended to the other trees around him, their leaves dropping inexplicably, intensifying Bran's unease.
As the leaves continued to fall, the once vibrant Godswood became lifeless. The ground was now covered in fallen leaves, visibly drying up. Bran, bewildered, picked up a dry leaf, watching it disintegrate into dust in the air. The entire area was transformed, the fallen leaves turning to dust and dissipating with the wind.
Just as Bran grappled with the strange scene, servants searching for him entered the Godswood. However, upon entering, they momentarily forgot their purpose. The once lively Godswood had become a dry, desolate land, sending shivers down their spines. They looked around in disbelief, unable to comprehend the eerie transformation taking place in the sacred Godswood.
Witnessing the unusual spectacle in the Godswood, the servants hesitated to venture further and instead hurried to inform their Lord about the strange happenings. Eddard, upon learning about the situation, wasted no time and swiftly ran towards the Godswood. His children and men followed suit, puzzled by their Lord's sudden urgency.
Observing Eddard's unexpected behavior, those who caught sight of him also joined the rush towards the Godswood, driven by curiosity and concern. Eddard's mind echoed with the haunting words spoken by Bran in the dream: "Old One is awakened.".
Before they could reach the Godswood, a miraculous transformation began to unfold around Bran. His eyes widened in astonishment as the ground beneath him bloomed with radiant flowers, and silky green grass sparkled in the moonlight. Even the dry trees surrounding him began to bud leaves, transforming into lush and vibrant greenery.
Bran couldn't believe his eyes as he witnessed this extraordinary sight. His gaze then fell upon the once-dry weirwood tree, now undergoing an even more miraculous transformation. The tree adorned itself with golden leaves that emitted a gentle glow in the night. Overwhelmed, Bran took a step back, struggling to comprehend the surreal scene.
As others reached near Bran, they too were left dumbfounded by the breathtaking spectacle. The only word that echoed in the minds of every man and woman witnessing the miracle was "Beautiful.".
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Chapter 13:
In that moment, all concerns and worries were forgotten as every person in the gathering marveled at the extraordinary scene. Eddard stepped forward towards Bran, his gaze fixed on the ancient weirwood tree in their castle. The tree now bore golden leaves that emitted a gentle glow, and even the carved face seemed to be smiling.
The mysterious happenings left everyone puzzled, unable to comprehend the why behind it all. Suddenly, some men and women couldn't contain their overwhelming emotions. Kneeling with tears streaming down their faces, they began cheering, exclaiming, "My God has answered my prayer!" The collective realization swept through the gathering as people noticed not only the enchanting sight but also the transformative effects on themselves. They felt younger, and ailments that had plagued their bodies were miraculously cured.
The awe-inspiring atmosphere prompted everyone to kneel, as they believed they were in the presence of a divine power that had answered their prayers.
Even those who had doubted or turned away from their faith found themselves kneeling, overcome with regret for their disbelief. They prayed fervently for forgiveness, acknowledging their ignorance and seeking redemption. The same sentiments weighed heavily on those who had converted to the faith of the Seven; they felt ashamed for betraying their original beliefs and hoped for forgiveness as they knelt in prayer.
Suddenly, the sky burst into a mesmerizing display of colorful auras, eliciting cheers from the gathered crowd. It wasn't just the people who celebrated; birds and animals joined in, singing their own songs of reverence to the divine presence felt around them.
Among those from the South who had followed their lady to the North, including the Sept priests and followers of the Faith of the Seven, a deep longing arose. They wished fervently for their own god to manifest, to erase any lingering doubts about their faith. Struggling to maintain their resolve, they clung to their kneeling positions, but with each miraculous sight before them, their hearts wavered.
For some, the overwhelming display of miracles shattered their belief in the Seven, as they felt the presence of a real deity answering the prayers of true believers. Overcome with emotion and confusion, they cried out for forgiveness, unaware of the truth behind the inexplicable events unfolding in the Godswood.
Catelyn, who had always found the culture of the Northmen strange, had grown accustomed to their ways. Despite her discomfort, she braved the unsettling Godswood to join her husband. Her desire had always been for Eddard, a spiritual man, to follow her faith. She perceived the North's religion as less organized and fairly simplistic compared to hers.
However, in the midst of the vibrant Godswood filled with prayers, cheers, and lush surroundings, Catelyn's perspective shifted. The once unsettling Godswood now emanated a sacred atmosphere, with the weirwood tree glowing in a gentle golden light. Feeling the blessing in the air, Catelyn's reservations melted away. Her gaze fixed on the weirwood tree, she went down on her knees, realizing that her faith should not be a barrier but a conduit for the blessings upon her family, her husband, and her people.
It was the same for her children. Sansa, who had once favored her mother's gods over her father's, had a deep appreciation for the intricate beauty of the Faith of the Seven. She loved the statues, the leaded glass pictures, the fragrance of burning incense, and the magical play of rainbows over altars adorned with precious stones. Her fondness for detail drew her towards the southern faith.
However, in the present moment, Sansa discovered a newfound beauty and reality in the Old Gods' faith. The Godswood, once less appealing to her, now held a certain power and charm. She was the first among the Stark children to kneel alongside her mother, and the others followed suit.
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Chapter 14:
Robb, who had always favored the way of the North like his father, acknowledged his mother's faith but leaned more towards the traditions of the North. Until now, he had never considered the existence of gods to be real, but the events unfolding in the Godswood made him reconsider. He felt glad to remain true to his legacy and traditions.
While Arya, who had always been a free spirit and didn't favor any particular beliefs, found herself drawn to the divine presence surrounding her. She felt something deep awakening within her, though she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. Despite her uncertainty, she found herself enjoying the experience.
Bran and Rickon, who had once been scared to approach the Godswood, were now completely captivated by its beauty and the overwhelming presence they felt.
The phenomenon wasn't limited to Winterfell; it extended to every major and minor house with a Godswood in their castles. Traditionally, these spaces were seen more as gardens or places of retreat rather than spots for communing with the Old Gods. However, everything changed.
Lords, nobles, commoners, and even foreigners gathered around the Weirwood trees, experiencing the profound sharing of eternal life by Xerneas. On that day, many who followed other faiths began to believe in the Old Gods, their hearts touched by the transformative power of the divine presence.
While near the Dreadfort, people began to gather around a weirwood tree adorned with golden leaves, experiencing the sharing of eternal life. Among them was Ramsay, whose eyes gleamed with interest. "Our way is the Old way, and Our God is the Old Gods" he proclaimed. As he approached the weirwood tree, Ramsay sensed a surge of strength coursing through his body making him smile more.
In Reach, at Highgarden, Margaery and her grandmother Olenna watched the weirwood tree with keen interest. Margaery couldn't quite grasp why the phenomenon was occurring, but she found herself captivated by the beauty of the sky adorned with auroras and the golden weirwood tree.
However, Olenna, observing Margaery's fascination, had a different perspective. She whispered slowly, "Gods are coming back."
Meanwhile, Mace Tyrell and his son remained transfixed, their gazes fixed on the sky. They were afraid to look away, fearing they might miss something crucial unfolding in the celestial display.
In the Westerlands, at Casterly Rock, Tywin and his men stood gazing at the weirwood tree, a sight that seemed to defy the ordinary. Tywin, usually stoic and reserved, felt an unusual sensation of youthfulness washing over him. He sensed a connection to the weirwood tree, though he remained silent about it.
Tyrion, unable to resist, walked closer to the glowing weirwood tree. As his hand touched the bark, he found himself experiencing visions of his tumultuous past and glimpses into a potentially troubling future he might experience. A deep voice echoed, saying, "My champion, come to the North and remain silent."
Before Tyrion could comprehend the message, Tywin's men, following his orders, forcefully dragged him away from the weirwood tree. Tyrion, visibly sweating, shot a glance filled with fear and anger at Tywin, but he held back, realizing nothing had transpired between them. Tywin, seemingly indifferent to Tyrion's ordeal, continued to gaze at the weirwood tree, lost in his own contemplation.
In Dorne, at Sunspear Castle, Doran and his family stood together, gazing up at the sky in wonderment. They were unable to comprehend the meaning behind the extraordinary phenomenon unfolding before them. Oberyn, embracing his mistress, remained fixated on the celestial display alongside Doran and his bastards.
Arianne, Doran's daughter, couldn't help but smile at the beauty of the sky. She found herself wishing that her future husband, the last of the Targaryens, could be as captivating as the sky was in that moment.
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Chapter 15:
In Dragonstone, Shireen, accompanied by her parents Stannis and Selyse, as well as Davos and his son, stood in awe beneath the weirwood tree. They had been drawn there by the commotion caused by their men, but now their attention was captivated by the glowing tree and the shimmering aurora in the sky.
No one could explain the inexplicable event unfolding before them. Shireen, only nine years old and curious by nature, approached the tree while her parents were distracted by the celestial display. Davos, noticing Shireen's movement, hurried towards her, calling out in alarm, "No, Shireen!" But it was too late—Shireen had already touched the weirwood tree's roots.
A surge of energy enveloped Shireen as the curse-like disease afflicting her body began to fade away. As she lost consciousness and fell into Davos's arms, instead of concern, Davos exclaimed in joy. Selyse, overcome with emotion, cried tears of happiness as she witnessed Shireen's miraculous cure. Stannis, his eyes moist with tears for the first time in a long while, turned his gaze towards the weirwood tree, his mind clouded with thoughts and emotions beyond words.
While in Kings Landing, at the Red Keep, Robert remained oblivious to the events unfolding outside the castle walls, lost in a haze of liquor and deep slumber. None dared to disturb him, fearing his potential wrath if roused from his drunken stupor.
Meanwhile, Jaime and Cersei stood together, observing the sky adorned with shimmering auroras, while the weirwood tree nearby emitted a gentle glow. Though their thoughts didn't race like others', they couldn't help but feel curious about the mysterious occurrence taking place around them.
In Winterfell, not everyone gathered in the Godswood. Jon, intrigued by a voice only he could hear, ventured outside the castle walls without anyone attempting to stop him. While he was curious about what was happening in the Godswood, it was the mysterious voice that drew him forward. He felt it calling out to him, compelling him to move.
As Jon stepped outside Winterfell, he encountered a lone elk standing nearby, as if waiting for someone. The elk seemed welcoming, inviting Jon to climb onto its back. Initially hesitant, Jon found himself drawn closer to the majestic creature. Before he knew it, his body moved of its own accord, and he found himself atop the elk's back.
Once Jon was settled, the elk began to move, heading towards Wolf's Wood. Despite Jon's initial uncertainty, he felt a sense of control return as they journeyed forward.
As Jon ventured away from Winterfell atop the elk, he found himself periodically glancing back at the castle, unsure why he felt the need to do so. This daring action was unlike anything he had ever done in his life. Suddenly, a massive wolf pack started appeared, encircling the elk. Panic surged through Jon as he tried to dismount, but his body refused to obey. It seemed he had lost control again.
To Jon's surprise, instead of hostility, the wolf seemed to be escorting him, guiding him in the same direction as the elk. Confused, Jon couldn't fathom the unfolding events. As they delved deeper into the forest, the voice he had been hearing became clearer, calling out, "My champion, come." Intrigued and bewildered, Jon became even more curious about what awaited him in the depths of the enchanted woods.
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Chapter 16
As Jon journeyed deeper into the forest atop the elk, a dense mist enveloped them, obscuring his surroundings. He could no longer see the wolf pack or anything else beyond the faint footsteps. Despite his mounting nervousness, the elk pressed on, its steps steady and determined.
Trapped on the elk's back, Jon felt a sense of helplessness grip him. The mist shrouded everything, leaving him feeling blind and vulnerable. But then, amidst the mist, he noticed something unexpected—green sparkles dancing around him, like fireflies in the night.
As the sparkles multiplied, Jon realized they had no definite form. Intrigued, he reached out towards them, feeling a comforting warmth instead of a solid touch. Gradually, the mist began to dissipate, revealing the world around him once more.
Soon, he started to see more firefly-like sparkles illuminating around him, casting an enchanting glow over the woodland. The once shadowy forest seemed to transform into a dreamlike realm, filled with blossoming fruits and flowers adorning every tree and bush. Even the mosses seemed to emit a gentle radiance.
Amidst this surreal beauty, Jon began to hear a faint voice, causing him to question whether this was all just a dream. Yet, the forest around him felt undeniably real, teeming with life and vitality.
To Jon's amazement, he soon noticed he was being observed by a myriad of creatures—direwolves, deer, elks, squirrels, snakes, and more—all peacefully coexisting. He struggled to comprehend the sight before him, unable to reconcile the presence of such diverse and typically hostile animals, especially the direwolf he had previously seen dead in the woods. The inexplicable scene left Jon both astonished and intrigued.
As he turned to look forward, Jon's eyes widened in astonishment as he beheld something truly magnificent. Perched atop a colossal rock, bathed in ethereal light, stood a majestic creature unlike any he had ever seen. Its form was graceful and otherworldly, emanating an aura of ancient power and serenity.
With shimmering antlers adorned with radiant gems and a coat that seemed to shimmer with the essence of nature itself, the creature stood regally, its presence commanding the attention of all who beheld it. Its eyes, pools of wisdom and tranquility, gazed upon Jon with a gentle yet profound intensity.
As Jon stood in awe of the magnificent being before him, he felt a profound sense of peace wash over him, as if he were in the presence of something truly divine.
Jon approached the majestic creature atop the rock, he couldn't help but notice the reverence and loyalty emanating from the other creatures around him. They all looked upon the majestic being with hope and adoration, as if it were a deity to be worshipped.
Feeling his emotions intensify, Jon drew closer to the majestic creature atop the elk. However, their journey was abruptly halted when the elk came to a sudden stop. Jon realized, to his surprise, that he could move his legs freely. Without hesitation, he dismounted from the elk, only to find himself floating in the air as if weightless.
Struggling to make sense of the extraordinary events unfolding before him, Jon carefully descended to the ground. As he stood there, bewildered by the inexplicable occurrences, his attention remained fixed on the magnificent Xerneas and the wild creatures surrounding it.
With cautious steps, Jon began to approach Xerneas, his eyes darting around to ensure he wasn't overstepping any boundaries. Yet, in the next moment, his entire perception shifted.
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Chapter 17
Jon tried to look around, but all he could see was darkness enveloping him. Panic surged through him, causing him to skid and fall to the ground. As he struggled to rise, his vision abruptly shifted once more, and he found himself surrounded by towering red mountains, a landscape entirely unfamiliar to him.
Confusion clouded Jon's thoughts as he glanced around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. Suddenly, the piercing scream of a woman pierced the air, drawing Jon's attention to a distant tower. Intrigued and concerned, he hastened towards the source of the scream.
Approaching the tower, Jon spotted two knights standing outside, their gazes fixed in the distance. Curious, Jon approached them, hoping to glean some insight into the situation. To his astonishment, he beheld a younger version of Eddard Stark approaching the tower, accompanied by his banner men.
Jon remained rooted to the spot, unable to comprehend the surreal scene unfolding before him. As Eddard drew closer, Jon found himself at a loss for words, his mind reeling with disbelief. Just as he was about to address Eddard as "Lord Stark," the elder Stark passed right by him, leaving Jon stunned and bewildered by the inexplicable encounter
For a moment, Jon felt as though he couldn't comprehend why this was happening. He even began to doubt if everything he experienced was merely a dream. As his thoughts wandered, his attention was suddenly drawn to the sound of swords being drawn. Turning his gaze toward the gathering of men, Jon couldn't understand why this dream felt so real. For a brief moment, he remained rooted to the spot, observing the intense clash between Eddard and his banner men against the three knights who had joined the fray.
More importantly, Jon, who had always been proud of his sword skills, began to feel inadequate as he watched the bloody scene unfold before him. Swords clashed, blood stained the ground, and one by one, men fell in battle. As Jon watched, he noticed Eddard becoming increasingly cornered by his opponents. Without hesitation, Jon made the decision to run towards them, determined to join the fight.
As he approached, Jon reached out to grab a sword, only to find that his fingers passed through the blade as if he were a ghost. Confusion and frustration flooded his mind as he tried to understand why he couldn't grasp the weapon. He looked down at his arm, desperately trying to make sense of the inexplicable situation.
Then, he looked at Eddard, who seemed to be alone facing Arthur Dayne. Eddard appeared troubled by Arthur's incredible skill with the sword. Soon enough, Eddard lost his sword against Arthur's formidable attack. Jon didn't hesitate before running toward Arthur, only to pass through him as if he were an illusion.
Turning back, Jon observed Howland Reed sneaking up behind Arthur before piercing through Arthur's neck. For a moment, Jon was stunned. He didn't understand who Arthur Dayne was, nor why Eddard appeared so young. However, he did know that his father, Eddard, was renowned for defeating a legendary swordsman.
Slowly, Jon's thoughts began to piece together, and he realized he was witnessing events from the past. But what he had been taught about his father defeating Arthur Dayne seemed to be far from the truth. Unable to believe the revelations unfolding before him, Jon watched as Eddard swiftly ended Arthur's life before rushing towards the tower without looking back.
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