The Seven

Author Note : This is the Epilogue of the Vol1 for this story. Vol 2 begins sometimes later. May the lord of light protects the world of the darkness that's coming. The Visions are long and full of Spoilers!


The City of Myr / The Magisters Council Hall

The Council Hall was a place were all of the magisters would gather together to discuss the affairs of their city. It was usually a vibrant place full of voice and arguments. Where the magisters and city officials would come and go day and night.

But today , it reeked of death and despair.

The ground was full of corpses of various magisters or other nobles of the city who had taken refuge in it , when they heard the sellswords and unsullied had attacked the city to sack it.

Admist the silence of the dead , there were several figures standing or walking within this hall.

The Tattered Prince and Rhegan , alongside four Death Cavaliers on foot and Karusu , the adapted Daughter of their black queen Malak al Moot were standing in this room.

" People of Myr, hear me and rejoice! You have had the privilege of being save by the Great Malak al Moot. You may think this is suffering. Nay , it is salvation. Your meaning less lives have been given for a cause greater and mightier that you could imagine. Smile! ( A Death Cavalier stabbed one of the half living magisters in the hearth and killed him) For even in death , you are under the protection and kindness of the Supreme Overlord of Death , Ainz Ooal Gown."

Adrivan Razor , the grand Magister of the city and the only one of them still alive , stood frozen in place as he heard Karusu words. His line of sight were then attracted to someone else.

A woman in full armor instead of dress , who was observing all this in silence.

" I know how it feels to face your own demise. To feel so desperately that you are the one that should live , yet to fall from the grace of living nonetheless,,, it is frightening. Turn the legs to jelly. But I ask you , to what end? Dread it , run from it ,,, The Reaper comes to claim your mortal life and soul all the same. And now it is here. Or should I say , I am!"

She raised her hand , and within it's grasp , Adrivan saw the severed head of one his former friends. From the back bone hanging loose beneath it , it was clear that his head was not cut with a blade , but savagely ripped apart from his neck by the one who was holding it.

There is nothing but evil about that woman. On the very first day I laid eyes on her , I felt that she was no mere trader or princess. Why were we fooled by her looks and allowed her to step foot in our city. she was not beautiful. She was black , and terrible , and black.

But regret would not change his fate.

Malak looked at him in the eye.

Due to her being a foot taller than him , it looked like that she was looking down on him.

No , she was probably looking down on him since the beginning.

" The Keys to the city main Vault , or the same fate will happen to you!"

The Death Cavaliers snorted through their noise , their way of making a soft laugh , while the Sellswords captains looked at this scene in silence , trying very hard to not show their true emotions on their faces. The only one standing idle and careless between them was Karusu. Proof that she was used to seeing such scenes.

" I assume you have a Preference?"

Adrivan locked his eyes into that of Malak fierce eyes. He knew that she was very likely to kill him anyway. So if he is going to die , he would not die a coward! And would not surrender their city treasures to her!

" Oh I do,,, Valar Morghulis!"

Malak immediately grabbed Adrivan by the neck , and her hands were engulfed by a green flame.

" Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Adrivan screamed as he was subjected to a pain that he never felt before in his life. The fire in Malak hand burned very hot. But surprisingly , there was scent of scorched flesh or blisters on Adrivan neck , only pure pain!

" Valar Botagonis!" ( All Men must Suffer! ) Malak said in response.

The reason behind it was rather simple. Like her father and the Guardians of Nazarick , Malak owned a world class item. This was not an item her father gave to her , nor was it something she obtained during the wars at the age of rising. She obtained this World class item during her days in Yggdrassil.

The Name of this WCI was The Eternal World Flame.

This item power did not surpass or break the rules of Yggdrasil like most other world items , but instead it gave its user several special abilities. Having complete control over the Fire Element and the ability to summon all manner of fire powers , whether holy or evil , were one such abilities. Besides , The Eternal World Flame was not in a material shape , but it was absorbed within the user body and could not be taken away unless the user gave it freely or someone used another WCI to remove it.

Malak had simply conjured a simple fire without any damage output. But with all it's heat.

Adrivan tried very hard to resist this unbearable pain. But by every moment the fire burned hotter and his pain rose to a higher level , until finally,,,

" Alright Stop!"

Malak released her grip instantly and dropped him to the ground.

Adrivan tried to grasp for air and touched his neck , and was relieved and shocked to find his flesh unharmed.

" It's here , with me."

He reached into his robe and drew out a golden medallion. Malak grabbed the key from his hand and turned her attention to the Vault behind her.

The Vault within the Council hall was where the Magisters and Major traders of the city entrusted their wealth for safe keeping. So it was well guarded and reinforced with thief proof measures. It's door was about one foot thick , made of Valyrian Steel , the hardest metal known to man. It's lock was made by the combine effort of the best locksmith in Myr.

Malak put the Medallion at its place at the vault , and then trolled it.

There was a sound of metal moving against metal , but instead of the whole door opening , only a small plate of the door was moved aside. Beneath the Plate was six more key holes.

" Looks like you have a few keys short!"

Adrivan said so with a smile.

" Where are the other keys?"

" The Magisters keeps the key with them all the time , or hid them somewhere safe. But you have killed all of them haven't you? And who knows where they have hidden their keys."

Malak became furious at Adrivan mocking tone. She turned her attention back to him , grabbed him by the neck and throw him away.

Adrivan back hit the wall , and he collapsed to the Ground with a grunt. The impact hurt him , but he was still alive. Apparently , Malak did not want to break her word about letting him live.

" Fine. I just open this door the old fashioned way."

Suddenly , she grabbed the large door with both hands , and began to pull it toward herself.

It was a ridiculous sight for Adrivan , even though he know Malak had amazing arm strength , no one could pull out such heavy door , anchored to a stone wall , no matter how hard they tired.

What a moron , does she honestly think she can break Valyrian steel ,,,

Suddenly , there was a loud metallic voice , and the Vault door was ripped form it's place on the wall.

Malak throw away the door that was several times bigger and heavier than herself on the ground.

Adrivan could only look with his jaw dropped.

" I did not wanted to ruin my Vault door , but no matter, I will just have someone to repair it!"

She looked within the Vault , and found it filled with gold and jewels.

It was quite small and worthless compared to the Sorcerous Kingdom treasury. But for a city like Myr , it was a suitable amount of money.

Malak smiled softly at the Spoils of her conquest , and turned her attention to his servant and Daughter in the room.

" I am going back to the Sorcerous Kingdom for a few days , in order to report the events that happened here and to bring some people over to help manage this city in place of the Magisters."

" And what shall we do in your absence , your grace?"

" your job is simple Tattered prince. For now martial law is in effect. No one may leave or enter the city in my Absence. Have the Unsullied and Windblown to patrol the city under the Supervision of Death Cavaliers. The long lances and windblown cavalry shall scout the city surroundings. And make sure none of your men would do something as disgraceful as robbing people of their wealth or women. If I even get the wind of something like that happening in a city under my care , I will hold you responsible!"

" Yes Your Grace!"

The Sellswords bowed their head.

" And what of me mother?"

" You have to stay as well and keep the situation under your watch. I intend to bring your sisters with me as well when I return , so manage the affairs in my absence."

" I shall not fail you mother."

Karusu knelt and lowered her head.

" If I might interject,,,"

The voice of Adrivan Razor brought everyone attention back to him.

" If you are going to rule and manage this city , you might want a native hand help you in that matter. I do , after all , have a bit of experience in this area."

" If you consider failure experience."

" I consider experience , experience,,, oh mighty black queen Malak al Moot. I , Adrivan Razor , the Grand Magister of Myr , the head of this great city Traders , do hereby pledge to you , My Undying fidelity."

Adrivan bowed his head as he stood before Malak , and Malak looked at him with amusement. And the suddenly,,,

" Ahhh!"

Adrivan thrust his dagger , which he was hiding in his robe toward Malak neck , before anyone could react , but just before the tip of his blade could pierce Malak neck,,,

She grabbed the blade of his dagger with two of her fingers.

Adrivan tried to push the Dagger forward , only to find it a useless effort.

He looked at Malak with open eyes , the fear was clearly shown in them.

" Undying?" Malak grabbed his hand and bended it , so the dagger fall from his hand. " You should choose your words more carefully."

Malak grabbed Adrivan neck again , and lifted him from the ground to look at him face to face.

Adrivan struggled to break free , but not matter how hard he tried , he could not even bend Malak fingers with both of his hands.

His face turned pale and his eyes became bloodied , as he slowly chocked to Death.

" You ,,, will never be ,,, a queen ,,, monster!"

Malak smiled mockingly at his last words. With a small force , she cracked every bone in his neck and dropped his lifeless body to the Ground.

" That's where you are wrong. I am not a queen or a monster , I am the Goddess of Battle and Death! I have no need of your service. Conquering this city is only phase one of my work. When I am done , all of this world will belong to Ainz Ooal Gown. As all things should be. On that day , there will no more nobles or Houses standing in our way!"

Come to think of it ,,, I have not yet experimented about creating undead in this world. she thought to herself.

" And I Accept your Undying Fidelity! [ Create Middle Tier Undead ,,,

King's Landing

It's been a few days since the Battle of Black water bay. Stannis Baratheon attacked King's Landing with all of his forces. But thanks to Tyrion Lannister brilliant strategies and the timely arrival of lord Tywin Lannister with the entire Lannister and Tyrell army at his back the battle ended with the victory for house Lannister. In the after match of battle lord Tywin reclaimed his position as hand of the king and was titled savior of the city by king Joffrey Baratheon. But Tyrion name was shadowed by Tywin and he was left alone in a small and poor room while he recovered from his wounds , without anyone coming to visit him other than a few of his allies , and Shae.

After the affairs of the court were put in order by lord Tywin, he decided to relocate the Small Council chamber from the Throne hall to the Tower of the Hand , near his own quarters.

And today , he would have his first small council meeting since his return to Capital.

The Small Council Chamber

Lord Tywin Lannister was waiting before the Council table , standing next to the highest placed seat at the table , for the council members to arrive.

Before long , everyone whom he called to this meetings came to his chambers.

The first one to arrive was lord Baelish ( little finger ) master of coin , followed by lord Varys master of whishperes , Grand maester Pycelle , his daughter Queen regent Cersei and his son Tyrion.

When they arrived at his chambers and saw him standing next to his seat , with five more chairs at his left , they froze in their place for one moment. The first one to move was little finger who took the closest seat to Tywin , followed by Varys and Pycelle. Cersei and Tyrion stood by and watched as they all sat. and then Cersei went to her seat. She picked up the forth seat , removed it from it's place and then placed it at the right side of the table right next to her father. Tyrion moved after Cersei was done. He pulled the fifth chair out and placed it at the other end of the table , so when he sat he was looking directly at his father.

Tyrion gave a good look to the chamber around him.

" Intimate. Lovely table. Better chairs than the old small council chamber. Conveniently close to your own quarters. I like it."

Tywin turned his attention to the three who sat at his left.

" What news of Jaime?"

The only answer he received was silence.

" 20,000 unwashed Northerners have known about his escape for weeks. Collectively, you control more spies and informants than the rest of the world combined. Do you mean to tell me that none of you has any notion of where he is?"

" We are trying , my lord"

" Try harder!,,, what do we have then?"

" Robb Stark and most of his bannermen are in Riverrun for the funeral of his grandfather Lord Hoster Tully. In Stark's absence, Roose Bolton holds Harrenhal. Varys looked little finger. " Which would seem to make him Lord of Harrenhal, in practice if not in name."

" Well, let him have it. The name suits our purposes far more than that useless pile of rubble. The Lord of Harrenhal will make a worthy suitor for the widow Arryn."

In response to Tywin decision , Little finger answered with respect and gratitude.

" For which I am extremely grateful to you, my lord. Lady Arryn and I have known each other since we were children. She has always been... positively predisposed toward me."

" A successful courtship would make Lord Baelish acting Lord of the Vale."

" Titles do seem to breed titles."

" You'll leave for the Eyrie as soon as possible and bring Lysa Arryn into the fold. Then the young wolf can add his own aunt to the list of people who have taken up arms against him."

This time , Tyrion who was listening quietly to this conversations intervened.

" Far be it from me to hinder true love, but Lord Baelish's absence would present certain problems. The royal wedding may end up being the most expensive event in living memory. Summer has ended, hard days lie ahead. Not a good time to leave the crown's finances unattended."

Little finger felt a little troubled by Tyrion Statement , while Cersei looked at Tyrion with a hint of annoyance.

" Fully agreed. Which is why I'm naming you new Master of Coin."

" heh,,,"

Cercie could not help but smile at his father decision while she looked at Tyrion.

" Master of Coin?"

" It would appear to be a position that best suits your talents."

Tyrion voice and coming answer showed that he was not positive about his father idea.

"I'm quite good at spending money, but a lifetime of outrageous wealth hasn't taught me much about managing it."

" I have no doubt you will prove equal to this challenge."

" Hear , Hear."

Cersie and Pycelle words was clearly nothing but a mockery for Tyrion.

Tywin decided to change the Subject.

" Is there anything else?"

The members were silent for a moment , but before Tywin could dismiss them , Varys spoke.

" We have heard disturbing news from across the Narrow sea , My lord."

" The Targaryen Girl. I thought she was dead."

" No my lord. She is still alive. She was last seen at the slavers bay. But that is no what I meant."

" What is it then?"

" My little Birds in Myr have informed me that there has been violent overthrow of the city leadership. Someone named Malak al Moot , who is apparently the princess of kingdom called the Sorcerous Kingdom of Ainz Ooal Gown , has conquered the city and killed the Magisters. She has freed the slaves and Right now , she is ruling as the Black Queen of Myr in the name of her father."

Grand Maester Pycelle waved his hand in disapproval.

" Ridiculous!,The People of Essos are mostly superstition. This must be just some upstart who is trying to make herself a kingdom to rule. More than Sixty years of service and study , and I have never heard of any place called the Sorcerous Kingdom."

The others nodded in agreement , but Varys did not.

" As much as I like to believe that is the case , the information I have received begs to differ. Apparently , this Malak Al Moot entered Myr as the Head of a Merchant company , and due to the exotic goods and items she brought with herself , The Magisters of the City welcomed her with open arms. Two months after her arrival , A Dothraki horde of 30,000 strong invaded Myr. instead of running away like the rest of the Magister and traders of Myr , she hired two sellsword companies and the Unsullied Guards , and if this news is to be trusted , she took the command of her army personally and even fought at the field. With less than 5000 men , she managed to defeat the Dothraki horde. I have heard that less than 4000 Dothraki survived this battle , while her forces suffered less than 500 casualties."

" Impossible! there must some sort of mistake in your information lord Varys."

" My sources are well placed , Grand Maester. They say that after she returned victoriously , the Magisters of the city denied her entry with her army. She responded to their decision by sacking the city and killing them all. Meanwhile she freed all the slaves in the city as well. Whom are now her loyal followers."

Cersie took an instant liking to Malak. She was always treated as a lady , while in truth she preferred to be warrior like her brother/lover Jaime. She always enjoyed the storied about Nymeria , the legendary warrior-queen of Rhoyne , who migrated to Dorne with her people 700 years ago and build an alliance with house martell by marrying the martell lord of that time. She , alongside her husband , defeated six Dornish king and sent them to the wall. Unifying Dorne under the rule of house Nymeros Martell.

" She sounds like an interesting woman. It's not that surprising to hear about a warrior queen every now and then. After all , wasn't Nymeria such a queen? I wonder how did she managed to win the battle when she was outnumbered one to six?"

" Well your Grace , Some say she defeated the Dothraki by employing highly advanced strategic moves and outsmarting the Nomad tribes. Some say she used Sorcery to strengthen her army or/and weaken her enemy,,,"

This time Tywin interrupted.

" And some say Robb Stark can warg into his Direwolf or turn into a Direwolf himself. And that the Old Gods aid him in his battles and curses his enemies. The common folk always made up such stories. I believe the idea of outsmarting those savage and nomad tribes is more likely."

" Well , what do you propose we do my lord? Whatever the reason , the rise of monarch ruler in the free cities who is relatively near to our own borders is quite troublesome. Our trade with the free cities is an important part of our economy. If she remains in Myr , it won't be a problem in the long run ,,, But if she decide to expanse her territory and influence toward other free cities or the Seven Kingdoms , whom will be exhausted and weakened after this war is over,,,"

" We may end up having another whole crisis on our hands. Well , let her be for the time being. See what this new player in Game of Thrones has up her sleeves , and maybe , depending on future developments , we will even send an envoy to Myr to build diplomatic and economical relationships with this Malak al Moot."

" Well that would be a job for you little Brother , if your current position doesn't work out."

Cersie words did not fail to convoy their true meaning to Tyrion , who felt rather annoyed by this development.

Dragonstone

Melisandre , the red priestess of R'hllor and shadowbinder , sat in her private room in Dragonstone castle.

It's been days since Stannis defeat at the battle of Blackwater. Upon his return Stannis was wrathful at her because he believed that she lied to him about his divine destiny and victory in war.

But Melisandre managed to convince him that it was not so. That Stannis only lost one battle , not the war.

She did so by showing him a Vision in the flames , a vision that showed a great victory in the near future.

Ser Davos Seaworth survived the battle. After his return , he assaulted Melisandre because he held her responsible for the death of his son and inveigling his king Stannis. But Stannis ordered Davos to be imprisoned for disobedience , and for previously convincing him to leave Melisandre behind.

And so , she returned to her private room. Even though she calmed Stannis , her own heart was in trouble.

She had seen in her visions , given to her by the lord of light and life R'hllor , that the great war was coming. Soon would come a night that would never end , and the dead will claim dominion over all of the world.

Only one person could stop this and defeat the enemy and drive back the Great Other , The God of Death and Darkness whose name may not be spoken , from the land of the living. The prophesied hero , the Champion of life and light and fire , wearing the legendary sword light bringer , Azor Ahai.

She travelled all the way from the edge of the Known world , the Dark city of sorcerers Asshai , to dragonstone to find him. She believed that Stannis was the promised savior. But now with his defeat,,,

I shall call upon the lord of light and ask for his guidance, may he light my patch and guide me through the Darkness.

And so , she began her ritual to receive visions and guidance from R'hllor.

She reached into her robe and drew out a knife. This curved knife was made of black steel , and a closer look would reveal several glyphs and runes carved upon.

Without hesitation , she cut her arm and let the blood flow from her vines. She painted a circle around herself and made several glyphs with her blood within the circle , Chanting in the dark tongue of Asshai all the while.

" Lord of light , hear me! guide me from the darkness! Show your servant the patch of light and life."

This was blood magic. One of the most powerful , and most costly , form of magic in this world.

" Your faithful servant calls to you, Will you not answer her prayers?"

And yet there was no answer.

She cut her other hand , and painted more runes and Glyphs on her face with her own blood, and continued her chanting.

" Please , My lord. I need you help! Show me the patch to victory against the Great Other! Show me Azor Ahai!"

Suddenly , the Blood that cover the ground around her begin to perk. And then it glowed brightly ,as if there were fickles of gold within it. Melisandre eyes darkened and she heard a voice in her mind.

" Ava R'hllor." She called out her god name." Hoaaah!" suddenly , she grasped her neck and her mid went blank.

She opened her eyes , and found herself in a different location. She looked around and saw that she was outside a large city. she recognized the city she was looking at from it's tall towers visible behind it's walls and magnificent gate.

It was Myr.

Suddenly , she felt another presence behind her and when she looked back,,,

She saw despair and Darkness.

Pure Darkness as thin as paper , yet of an unfathomable depth. It had emerged from the Ground in an ovoid shape with it's lower section cut. A scene that evoked Mystique with indescribable apprehension.

a door?

That's what she thought after seeing it , and after her heart beat once more , her thought was verified right.

*Drippp*

Something fell from the Darkness. The instance she realized what it was.

" Hiii!"

She let out a piercing shriek.

An , existence that no mortal could overcome.

Red robes swayed like turbid flames inside the hollow orbits of the white skull. As it looked at her , she felt that it was staring coldly at it's prey. In it's hand , devoid of skin and flesh , was a sacred yet fearsome staff of sovereign beauty.

It was as though Death itself , draped in an ornate , jet-black robe , was born into this world with darkness from another world.

The air froze in the blink of an eye. The chill she felt in her bones was enough to make , even the strongest of , life forces to be extinguished.

It was as if time itself had frozen before the advent of an absolute being.

Is this the Great Other?!

Melisandre thought so after she saw an existence that was truly the embodiment of Death. But a soft voice , filled with warmth , whispered in her ears,,,Ainz Ooal Gown.

She could feel her courage returned to her by hearing that voice. She did not need to ask who it was. It must have been the voice of R'hllor , giving his servant courage before the enemy.

The embodiment of Death turned it's attention toward her. She could feel it was looking directly at her.

It extended it's hand as if to grab her neck , but right before it could,,,

Another hand grabbed her from behind and pulled her within darkness.

She felt the scene around her change. Now she found herself in an open plain.

But it was no ordinary plain. It was not covered in grass , but corpses.

At one side , there were thousands of soldiers screaming in horror and running away , while on the other , she saw thousands of beasts.

The beast she saw were not native to this world. They had six limbs. Their skin was black and seemed to be as tough as steel. They had no visible eyes , but their sharp teeth and claws was wet with blood , and whenever they opened their mouth , a fire as red as hell could be seen in it.

They were no beast of this world. They were demons. Demons made with fire and summoned from the depths of hell.

When she looked at the other side of the battlefield , she saw the soldiers who were being slaughtered by those demons were wearing the red cloak of Lannisters and holding their banners.

What is going on here ,,,?

The scene around her changed again. And this time she found herself in another strange plain.

She looked around , and saw that one side of plain was covered in ice and snow , while the other part was covered in fire.

A battlefield of fire and ice. That's what she thought to herself the moment she saw this.

" OHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Suddenly , she heard a terrible roar from the battlefield of ice , and when she looked around,,,

She saw a great dragon , roaring in the sky. But it was no Valyrian dragon , for it did not breath fire.

No , this dragon was made of living ice , and it's size was much bigger than any Valyrian Dragon she heard of.

It opened it's massive jaw , and from within them , it released an storm of ice and snow.

Suddenly , she felt another presence behind her.

She saw that , at some distance away , within the Battlefield of fire , a dark figure , wearing black armor and robe was standing. She could not determine who it was or if it was a man or woman. But it's body was covered in a great flame , but it did not looked to be hurt from it. And it's eyes seemed to gleam with a green fire.

It raised it's hand to the sky and from the heavens , a great fire descended on the land that covered it with fire and drew away the Storm of ice and snow.

Is this the champion of fire? The one who would lead us against the Darkness?

At this moment , her vision were terminated , and she woke up again at her room in Dragonstone.

She was terrified by the sights she had seen in her visions , but now she was confident that her instincts were right.

The Great war was coming , and Azor Ahai would lead them to victory.

Beyond the Wall / The Cave of the Three eyed Raven

There was a great and ancient wirewood tree. Beneath it was a large cave.

The entrance was a cleft in a wooded hillside, halfway up, between some weirwood trees. It was warded so that dead men, such as wights, cannot enter. Another way in was a back door three leagues north, down a sinkhole.

Under the hill is a vast, silent cave system extending far below and home to more than three score living singers, the children of the forest, and the bones of thousands dead. Its cramped and branching tunnels are full of weirwood roots. One echoing cavern is as large as the great hall of Winterfell and contains stalagmites and stalactites. Further on, the passage is littered with bones of birds and beasts, children of the forest, and giants. Skulls of various creatures are placed in stone niches in the walls. The cave has chambers full of bones, shafts that plunge deep into the earth, and a place where the skeletons of gigantic bats hang upside down from the ceiling. Murders of ravens live within the cave.

The route steeply descends to a great cavern opening on a black abyss, with a swift river six hundred feet below. Near a natural bridge across the abyss is the three-eyed crow, the last greenseer, sitting on a throne of woven weirwood root.

No sunlight, moonlight, or starlight reaches the caves beneath the hill. Its inhabitants eat a hundred kinds of mushrooms, as well as blind white fish swimming in the black river. Cheese and milk is made from goats sharing the caves with the singers, and oats, barleycorn, and dried fruit are also available.

This cave was home to one of the last remaining pockets of the Children of the Forest. The eldest race that has ever walked this world , and the last of the greenseer who was known as three eyed raven.

His true identity at the past was someone else entirely.

Ser Brynden Rivers, called "Lord Bloodraven", was the bastard son of King Aegon IV Targaryen by his sixth mistress, Melissa Blackwood. He had two older sisters, Mya and Gwenys, and numerous half-siblings. As his mother was highborn, Brynden was counted among the Great Bastards. Like his bastard siblings, Brynden was legitimized by King Aegon IV in 184 AC. Brynden's personal arms were a white dragon with red eyes breathing red flame on a black field.

Brynden was a Targaryen loyalist during the Blackfyre Rebellions. He served as the Hand of the King to King Aerys I Targaryen and King Maekar I Targaryen. He was eventually sent to the Night's Watch by King Aegon V Targaryen, where he rose to the position of Lord Commander in 239 Ac. But in the year of 259 AC , he disappeared while ranging beyond the Wall.

Unknown to others who thought he was killed by the wildlings and giants , he was actually taken in by the children of the forest , who helped him utilize his magical abilities and made him to become the Three-eyed-Raven.

But his time was coming to an end. He saw it in the vision that the long night was coming. He knew that the night king and his white walkers were awaken from their sleep. And he knew that the living would need a new greenseer with them to help them in the coming Great War.

That was why he spent the last several months , connecting his mind to that of Brandon Stark , his successor , and guided him to the north.

Bran had yet to arrive in the cave. So he was sitting in his seat and having visions all around the world , when suddenly,,,

" Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The Three-eyed-Raven screamed , and the children who heard his voice came running toward him.

" What happened? Why were you screaming?"

He placed his hand on his hearth and tried to calm his gasping.

" Something is wrong. I don't know what or why , but a moment ago ,,, I felt the world screamed!"

" What do you mean?"

" I don't know. I was watching the past and present through the trees , when suddenly , I felt a power coursing in the world. Affecting everything. It was a power so great and evil , that I felt the world screamed when it was exposed to it."

The Children looked at each other nervously. If the Three-eyed-Raven said so , then it must be the truth.

" What could have caused this?!"

" I don't know ,,, yet. But we must hurry. The sooner Bran get's here the better. We can't rest. Because the dead won't"

Fist of the First Men

The Fist of the First Men is a hill found beyond the Wall in the haunted forest. The Fist was built by the First Men in the Dawn Age. Some of its stone ringwall still remained.

The Fist is located next to the Milkwater, surrounded by the haunted forest. The hill offers commanding views, with the slopes at a dangerous angle to the north and west, and only slightly less dangerous to east. There is a ringwall of chest-high grey stone that crowns the top of the steep, stony hill. At the foot of the hill there is a brook.

The Night's Watch make their camp here while searching for the wildling masses during the great ranging. Here they hoped to find what happened to the First ranger , benjen stark , and from here they hoped to stop any march on the Wall.

But it was neither the Wildling horde nor the first ranger who found them, but something far , far , worse.

While waiting for the last of the search parties to return to decide on a plan of action regarding the wildlings, the Watch were attacked by hundreds of wights, both human and animal. Their volleys of arrows had no effect against the undead attackers , so lord commander Mormont ordered them to use fire arrows, slowing the wights but not stopping them. The Watch was quickly overrun, but Mormont was able to form up about fifty survivors to break out of the Fist.

After a crushing defeat, the majority of the Night's Watch who fought on the Fist were slain by the insurmountable odds. While the survivors fled.

The undead army and the white walkers stood still at the fist , where hundreds of Night Watch brothers were killed by them. The battle against the living was completely one sided.

Suddenly another figure , riding a dead horse , appeared behind them.

The white walkers turned their attention to one who arrived and stood aside.

The one riding a dead horse was undoubtedly a white walker. But one feature differed him from the others.

Unlike other white walkers who had snow colored hair on their head , this one had no hair. Instead it's head was adorned with several small ice horns , forming a natural crown on it's head.

It was the Night King , first of the White Walkers and the leader of the army of the Dead.

The Night king looked at the corpses of the night watch fallen rangers , and then he activated his magic.

He raised his hands slowly , and they all stood up at once. Hundreds were now added to his army. Making his army numbers up to the Thousands.

Suddenly , he felt something strange was happening. For some reason , he felt that his necromantic powers were increased. And that was when he felt another being presence nearby.

The ground beneath his feet shook , and a cracked was opened in it.

The corpse of one the dead rangers , that the crack on the earth appeared beneath it , was engulfed by a black mist that appeared out of nowhere and covered it's body and then entered it. The dead ranger slowly stood up , like a wight and moved with a grumbling sound. Black liquid came out of its mouth endlessly and covered it's entire body. And then it began to distort into a human form. After a few seconds the black liquid receded and what stood in front of him was,,,

About 230 centimeters tall , it's body was larger and no longer looked like a human or a wight. Saying it was a beast was more fitting.

In it's left hand was a tower shield that covered three-fourths of it's body and in it's right hand it held a serrated sword. The sword was coated with waves of terrifying red and black fog , agitating the surrounding like a constant a heartbeat.

It's huge body wore a body armor made of black metal with red bloodlines engraved on it. The armor had sharp thorns everywhere and looked like the incarnation of violence.

Two demonic horns emerged from the helmet , with the face being visible underneath. It was an disgusting , rotted face whose empty eye sockets were filled with hate and killing intent , glowing with a flashing red light.

With it's tattered black robe flapping in the wind , the Death Knight was the most fitting name for this undead creature.

" OHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

It was a deafening roar , filled with malice and hatred for the living.

The Death Knight , that was wildly and naturally spawned , looked around. But it did not find any living being to kill nearby , only other undead beings.

And then , it locked it eyes with that of the Night King.

The Night King had never seen such a creature before , but his instinct and senses told him that it was also an undead being , so he did not show any hostility toward it.

He stepped slowly toward the Death Knight , who was still looking at him with it's red eyes.

The Night King extended his index finger toward the Death Knight.

The Death Knight , unsure of the meaning behind his behavior , extended his index finger toward the Night king as well.

Their fingers touched each other and in that moment,,,

" OHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

The Death Knight felt it's body was being covered by a chill. Even thought it had immunity to cold like most other undead beings.

The red color of it eyes and bloodline on it's armor vanished , and was replaced with a blue color.

The Night King looked at it with satisfaction , and then Death Knight that was taken over by the Night King power , knelt in submission.

The Night King smiled in his cold icy heart , and when he looked around he smiled again.

There were a few more new undead beings , similar to Death Knight , that had emerged from the Ground.


Author notes : Okay. Let me just answer your question now. How is it that wild Death Knight and other such undead began to spawn in this world? well the answer is simple. As Overlord LN readers know , it was the arrival of players that corrupted the magic of the new world and their tier magic largely replaced the wild magic , which caused things like natural spawn of the undead. And now , Because of Malak using her abilities as a Necromancer to create Middle tier undead , the magic system of this world is affected as well. So whenever there is place filled by death and thousands of the undead , there might be a few more mid tier undead spawning. The Night King may end up having a few hundred of them in his army.

Next Volume main story is about : Expanding the Sorcerous Kingdom Influence at the East and West.