๐พ๐ฟ๐ด๐ฝ ; ๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐ฟ ๐
๐ด๐๐๐ด:
๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ต ๐ถ๐ ๐ฐ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐๐น๐ , he has foreseen this , foreseen it all. the raven had warned him , not enough was done , yet foolishly , the bits of human that remained left in brandon stark had HOPED it would be enough. hope was a dangerous thing , perhaps more so than death itself. for , hope is what makes you think you actually have a chance at survival , when death is certain , no beating around the bush , final and lasting.
he will live on in this world , soul bound to memories of all that have ever come before him. yet , this world will be destroyed , as will all of those he loved. there's a part of him that aches , wants to cower in mother's arms , appropriate for a boy his age , though impossible. for even if catelyn stark were alive today , the three eyed raven would prevent such a thing to be.
it is with every muster of energy that remains , bran finds himself tapping into powers he knew nothing of. perhaps , this is the raven's last flight , one last attempt to make right in the world. he will send them all back , for this is their one last chance to survive. YOU CANNOT GO , BRANDON , the raven screeches. , fear bubbling as the entity within dares speak to him. though he understands , for his job is to send them back , let humanity try once more without him. perhaps bran stark of winterfell , the young boy who roared with laughter , climbed stone towers , and dreamed of knighthood would be enough. but for now , the raven rests.
then the universe stops , maybe it's the victory of death , maybe it's the success of what he has attempted , but there is nothing but him , and only him. he sees them all now , back to where they began. a time shortly before jon arryn dies , when the true game of thrones began. he's not sure what strength remains , not sure if they can hear him , but he tries to speak: โ ๐ณ๐ถ๐
๐ถ๐ , ๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ถ๐ , ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐น๐ฑ'๐ ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ โ it seems some of them have heard them , but his magic is far from perfect , and only half of the heroes of winterfell seem to remember. this must be enough , or so he hopes.
his mind wanders , it is time to be bran stark once more , there's a warming sensation as he lets his mind hover over the young boy's mind. to walk , to jump , to climb - how he will love to visit this young bran , though when he touches the surface he forgets. for the three eyed raven is no longer : it's just brandon stark.
