Tiny Voice of Reason
Chapter 1
Prologue
Winter is Forgotten, But Never Lost
"Nothing burns like the cold"-George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones
'The North remembers' is what any Stark of Winterfell would tell you. Be it for an unpaid debt, or vengeance for crimes committed against them.
They will always remember. They will weep for their Warden, Ned, for his lady wife, Catelyn. Both whom died early, Ned to a Lannister swoard, and Catelyn to a Frey massacure.
The North will mourn for their King, Robb, and his pretty Westerling Queen. Who died before they could make a diffrence in the games to Frey deception.
They will forever lament for the two lost wild wolves, Rickon and Bran. Who Theon Greyjoy tried, and failed, to kill. Though still alive they will never see their mother, father, brothers or sisters again.
Their sorrow will never lessen when they think of the Stark daughters, Sansa and Arya, one lost to the lions and the other lost in herself. Neither dead, but both worse off because of the game for the Throne of Iron and Blood.
Finally there is Jon Snow, thought to be a bastered of Ned, but really a atestment of Lyanna Starks love for Rhaegar Targaryen. Who is lost to the Others beyond the wall, thinking that he will never return to his siblings/cousins.
The North will forever remember the lost Stark family, whose winter never came.
One day they will stop remembering, but there will always be tales of the brave Stark wolves, their teeth and claws sharp as knives, ready for the kill.
They will only be a story then, something told to little girls when they get too caught up in their fairy tales of princes, princess' and happily ever afters.
A warning to all about what can happen when you naively believe that light will beat dark, heroes will beat villains, when no one really knows who is who in the end.
Winter will always come, and it will always leave just as fast, because without the Starks, the Westeros themselves will burn with Dragons fire and ring with Lions roars.
They will all tear themselves apart limb from limb.
Lions will claw themselves to pieces. (Tywin, Tyrion, Cersei, Jaime, Joffery)
Roses will wilt. (Garlan, Willas, Loras, Margaery)
Stags will be shot down. (Robert, Renly, Stannis, Shireen, Myrcella, Tommen, Gendry)
Krakens will sink. (Asha, Theon)
Fish will be poisoned. (Brynden, Edmure)
Dragons will fall to their own fire. (Aerys, Rhaegar, Viserys, Daenerys, Aegon)
And Suns will burn out.(Oberyn, Arianne, Nymeria, Obara)
Without wolves there can be no peace in the Seven Kingdoms.
That is why, in a far off place, hidden from all but her most loyal. A prophet and witch cast a spell on a girl from another world.
A world where this game of thrones is nothing but a fairy tale, a set of books, movies and shows that her people watch and giggle at.
As if they are not watching people be raped, pillaged and murdered. Of course to them it is not real, but this young girl is different. And the witch can feel that.
At six and ten, she is strong of will, brave of heart and a beauty to behold. Living her life as ordinary as possible, but this prophet can sense that she has a much bigger destiny.
The girl lives solely to save the people of the Westeros from themselves. She will live to be the voice of reason in a sea of violent, vengeance seeking souls
So the witch weaves a spell, spoken in an ancient tongue all but forgotten. She sends this girl back to before the madness for the throne began. Back when the only family plotting for the throne was the Lannisters, and even those plans where half formed and meant for many years in the future.
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POV CHANGE
As she drifted off into her world of dreams, the last thought that drifted through Maeve's head was that sleep had never been this bright and painful before.
And if anyone had been watching the young girl sleep, they would have seen a bright gold light envelop the girl as she floated into her soft dreams, as she disappeared forever. Never to be seen on this plane again.
TBC