The Thunder Knight
Arthur laid in his back facing the west as the sun slowly rose from the west just as he wanted to die.
He had made his peace with the fact that he was going to die but that didn't mean he didn't have any regrets, he regretted many things he had done, he regretted all the pointless damage he had done, he regretted hurting so many people, that looking back, didn't deserve it.
However, the thing he regretted the most was that he had been a bad man, sure, he had done his best to redeem himself but that still did not atone for all his sins.
But those were the regrets of a dying man, and as he closed his eyes and took his last breath he died, a better man than he had hoped to be.
Parallel to this, gods of a realm of Ice and Fire saw what would become of their world, saw the death and destruction and the pain.
The Old Gods wept for the cruel fates the man and woman of the north would suffer, the gods of Old Valyria hung their heads in shame for they saw what those with their blood or the claim of their blood did, for the fire and pain they brought, The Seven had mixed reactions but all of them shared the same grief at the hardships the Andals would face and at the cruelty they experienced and at how many had died a horrifying death and the mother Rhoyne looked defeated for the dornish with their indomitable spirits were defeated.
While they looked at the horrible fate that would befall their world, a being appeared, he looked like a man with masterfully tailored suit, a top hat and a moustache.
When the grieving deities became aware, of him, some looked enraged and others recognized what he was and looked cautious.
The Father of the Seven was the first to approach; he remembered the ill reputation of the being and was cautious, but not distrusting as to not offend the being before him.
"Who are you?" He asked feigning ignorance as to try to determine more about the being.
"I do not have a name but I am known as The Strange Man" The Strange Man said in neutral tone.
"Why have you come here?" The Father asked once again
"As you probably know by my reputation I make deals with other beings" He said plainly
"So have you come to make a deal with us then?" The Father asked with interest showing
While the conversation happened the others deities had different reactions some looked ready to defend the father, others looked curious at the being while the few others that recognized him looked weary of the beings intentions.
However, at the reaction of The Father they looked surprised.
"Yes"
"And what would the deal be?"
"I offer you the chance to save your world but the help would be someone of my choosing"
"And what do you gain" He asked warily of the demand of the being before him.
"Nothing, this would give closure to someone that I am invested in"
The Father quickly looked back at the other gods and goddesses and he saw hope in their eyes and with that he had made a decision.
"Yes we accept your deal" He said with his hand stretched out.
The Strange Man took his hand and with that simple gesture the future of Westeros changed.