Above the world, over the great continent of Westeros in fact, a great construct began it's fall. It was massive in size, an island sized creation of rock and metal, know in times long forgotten as an Ark. On this specific Ark, a massive, single Overseer obelisk oversaw what little functions still worked upon it. One such function was a system of Element boosters and grav engines.
The obelisk saw its charge falling from orbit, it's unique underground biomes and systems would be annhilated, resulting in the extinction of never before seen flora and fauna.
As the construct hit orbit, the shields around the habitable parts of the Ark grew exponentially, covering its entirety. The Arks systems strained to keep everything working as the re-entry strained the shields, every animal on the station in a frenzy of fear, the humans on board were not much calmer.
Finally, the Ark hit the lower atmosphere, the construct visible from the the North to Essos. The Ark Overseer initiated the Element boosters and grav engines, slowing the Ark to a near stop.
The Ark finally hit the ground, with only the force of a rock dropping from a house top.
With the Ark safe on the ground, amidst a massive, green forest, the Overseer shut itself down once more, though this time it shut down the shields, as they were no longer needed.
With the shields shut down, the creatures and humans alike on the station saw green through the the underground cracks of the station.
And as many began to venture out, the Overseers final protocol activated.
The Genesis Protocol.
A Roll Rat ventured out first, seeing the bright sunshine was not too different from the brightness of the bioluminescence that it had lived with for all his life.
As he sniffed and smelled the fertile ground, the smell of uncontaminated roots and tubers aplenty below the rich loamy soil, it was joined by other Roll Rats, it's herd.
They ventured out, no longer having to dig incredibly deep for tubers or roots, just having to dig a few feet at the most.
But not far behind the unsuspecting herbivores, was a predator that hunted their kind, and many other creatures on the Ark.
Having hid herself with her camouflage, she sniffed at her unsuspecting rodent prey, their massive pink bodies giving off a pungent, yet enticing scent.
Her feathers raised up, she crouched low, and leaped mightily at an unsuspecting Roll Rat.
She ripped into her squealing prey, her fangs glistening with saliva in the daylight, her feathers puffed out.
The Rock Drake roared mightily as the Roll Rat herd left quickly, wanting to avoid the predator possibly hungering for another.
She ripped open the stomach of the massive rodent, entrails falling out, and gave a deep booming chirp.
From the bushes near where she had leaped at the Roll Rat, a tiny immature Rock Drake scampered out, feathers undeveloped and still downy.
She watched her offspring eat at the liver of the massive rodent, though on guard in the unfamiliar forest, with the massive stone and metal home she had known her whole life in the distance.
Looked through the forest and could see massive migrations of other creatures, Shinhorns scampering everywhere, Glowtails hitching rides on larger animals, even the occasional Ravager darting through the thick gree foliage, headed for wherever their feet could take them.
But that did not concern her. Her infant mattered to her. He was soon done feeding, and yawned at his mother, signalling his need for a nap.
She curled around him.
Her feathers warm and soft, he fell asleep near instantly.
A rasping voice cut out from the darkness of the now nearly abandoned Ark, the Genesis Protocol still spawning as many creatures as it could.
"Soon…"
"Soon we will rise."
"The Nameless will take all."
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