Chapter 1
What if Melisandre didn't bring Jon back by the power of the god of flames, what if another had interceded without her realizing, and that was the reason it took so long, and worked at all, considering bringing people back to life was never one of her gifts before or after? What if the red priests had a reason to resurrect the mad Queen? What if Drogon had been told and was bringing Daenerys' body to Kinvara to do just that? What if the children of the forest were still trying to bring about the destruction of humanity and came up with a monster easier to control than the Night King that now sits in the spot the iron throne used to occupy calling himself the Three Eyed Raven? What if the game of Thrones was all a huge competition waged by Gods, a sadistic tournament waged by strategic pieces of various sizes and usefulness on a massive chess board? The Fates knew the answer to these questions but man had no idea of the travesty that had truly happened. The old Gods looked down pleased with their pawns, Bran the Broken had done his job well and had won them the biggest most deadly game imaginable where the prize was gloating rights over the other newer gods and misplaced faith making them more powerful.
The other Gods were angry and a few temper tantrums were still raging. A sandstorm in Essos came first followed closely by a rogue wave that nearly toppled the iron islands. Among the most displeased were the Fates, things weren't supposed to be this way. The entire reason they'd intervened last time to stop the destruction of King's Landing by influencing the Kingslayer to kill the Mad King was to prevent the death of the population ahead of their time. Now the old Gods, the God of Light, and Death himself had conspired against fate to take them anyway, along with the generation they'd born and all those that would've followed. The Fates were forbidden to influence the past however the other Gods had also overstepped their authority and now 6 years later were still going unpunished. It was with this in mind that the eldest of the Fates stepped into the forbidden territory into the Underworld itself and approached a spirit that while once innocent, had condemned herself into the deepest pit of Hell with her last single word, a word that influenced Queen Daenerys to become the mad queen and kill most of the innocent population of King's Landing. The spirit looked broken, fear of the eldest Fate evident, likely supposing this to be yet another form of a demon tormentor. The Fate had very little pity, however the sisters had come to the conclusion that this damned soul was the only one who could be returned with the knowledge necessary to change things but not affect too many events adversely due to her position in the game of thrones and influence on the Queen. Certain things were fated to happen and shouldn't be changed, the death of Ned Stark, the loss of the Kingslayer's hand, and the gruesome death of Joffrey Baratheon being chief among them. If any of those things were changed, the fate of key players toward ending the long night would be altered and the battle may be lost. There were a select few deaths that had happened that weren't supposed to and needed to be rectified, Jorah Mormont being a prime example. The Queen shouldn't have been on the ground to need his death to defend her but the old Gods had intervened causing Drogon to be mounted by wights and the Queen to be left defenseless.
The damned soul before her was also among those that shouldn't have died, but the Drowned God was among those corrupt Gods seeking unearned power. The eldest Fate had held the spirit in suspense long enough. "Missandei of Naath, arise, your torment here has ended. The Fates have work for you."