I am going back through this story and making some changes to make it flow a bit better, and also try to write myself out of the corner I trapped myself in. I hope you enjoy it.


Prologue

Ned Stark had a dream. Ice and fire surrounded him in every direction. Chaotic and primal, it seemed like an animal. Blurry distorted faces shouted at him. They screamed over each other trying to tell him a number of things it seemed. Nothing could be discerned from the turmoil. The vision shifted. Ravens, lions, dogs, fish, horses, bears, flowers, stags, snakes, and even trees seemed to surround Ned on all sides. Disconnected and confusing. Suddenly, Ned was staring at a massive wolf, stoic and intimidating. It looked back at him. There was a pause that seemed to last millennia, then the wolf did something Ned never would have expected. The wolf bowed. Ned felt something underneath him now, and he was compelled to sit down. Eddard Stark looked down upon his subjects, surveying his surroundings. He was surprised to see a dragon among them. The incredible creature bowed the lowest it seemed. The shock ended the vision and Ned awoke.

A cold sweat chilled the boy to his bones. He quickly threw off his bed coverings and quietly made his way to the small godswood in the castle. There, in the presence of the old gods, young Eddard Stark found rest as he fell into a peaceful dreamless sleep.


This prologue is set during Ned's fostering at the Eyrie. Robert is there, but not really integral to this prologue.