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A song of Darkness and Souls
Chapter 2
Artorias I
After arriving at the place called Winfertell everyone was looking at Artorias with awed eyes, he did his best to ignore the stares but it still wasn't enough.
Artorias never put much thought about his height, he was taller than Lord Gywn but even then he was still smaller than Hawkeye Gough, and hearing people commenting that he might be a giant was another thing that bothered him, if giants existed in this world then they should've known by now he wasn't one, but the worst was when people thought he was related to the Mountain, on the way here Sir Rodrik explained that the Mountain was a knight named Gregor Clegane, a vicious and brutal man who killed a baby smashing his head into a wall and then raped the mother with his blood still in his hand before split her in half with his greatsword, it angered him to know that a man like this had received the honor of becoming a knight, even more hearing people compare him to said man just because of his height.
"Lord Gwyn would never allow such vile creature to live in the same world as him." Artorias thought remembering his wise leader with a proud smile in his face.
Taking long breaths Artorias ignores the comments and let them enter through one ear and leave through another.
Artorias closes his eyes thinking what he should do next but the moment they are close he hears Eddard Stark who asked to call him Ned in the way here so he could present Artorias to his family.
"Ser Artorias these are my family, my wife Catelyn Stark, my eldest daughter Sansa, my youngest daughter Arya, and my youngest son Rickon." Said Ned with pride and happiness in his voice while looking and his family with a smile in his face.
Artorias look at Ned's family, Lady Stark was a beautiful woman with fair skin, long auburn hair and blue eyes. Artorias never meet his mother so he couldn't stop himself for being a little jealous over the Stark children. Sansa Stark was the spit image of her mother maybe even more beautiful, Artorias could easily see that she took after her mother by looking at her high cheekbones, deep blue eyes and thick soft auburn hair which were a little lighter than her mother, Artorias knew that even though the girl was just a child she probably was asked for marriage too many times. Arya Stark was the exact opposite of Sansa, if Sansa was the spit image of Catelyn, Arya was the spit image of Ned, long face, grey eyes and brown hair, if Ned was a girl then Artorias now knew how he would've looked like during childhood. And Rickon like his older sister also appeared to taken after his mother, his hair, eyes, when Artorias face locked on him for a brief second he could see the boy give him a easy smile of a Tully, something he saw Robb doing on the way back.
"Nice to meet you, I hope my stay here isn't a problem."
Artorias give them a respectful bow to the family whose response was an genuine and happy smiles from all of them except Catelyn who appeared to be forcing her mouth to give him a fake smile.
"Cat, children this is Ser Artorias." Ned say given them a pause so this time his family can give Artorias a proper gretting "He will be staying in Winterfell for a while and helping with the training of the boys.".
"Can I be trained as well? ." Said Arya with a smile that almost make spittle overflow her mouth and drop on the ground. "I want to become a knight too.".
"Arya, you're only nine years old." Said Catelyn with a scorn voice in an attempt to discourage her daughter. "Besides you are a lady, ladies can't be knights.".
"I will have to disagree lady Stark" Said Artorias with a neutral tone in his voice while ignoring the almost invisible twitch of anger on lady Stark's lips. "One of the best knights of the land I lived was a woman, Lord's Blade Ciaran, even though she was called lord, make no mistake she was a woman and one of the greatest knights of all time.".
Ignoring the surprised look on the face of lady Catelyn and lady Sansa prefering to focus on the hungry eyes of Arya Artorias kneel before the nine years old, it was a comic vision to say at least, even on his knee Artorias was taller than most of the people there and have to lower his head and part of his back for his face to get closer to Arya's. The girl had that innocent and hopeful look on her face that Artorias thought that all children should have, his childhood wasn't one of sadness and misery but wasn't one of happiness and love either.
"If you want to train with me I will grant your wish, but only if your father gives you permission, for I am a rough teacher, and you no doubt will bear scars for the rest of your life should you come under my wing" Artorias's cold voice resounded in the air and made everyone feel a chill on their spine, even Ned was no exception when the knight turned his face to look at him in the eyes.
"We will talk during dinner." Said Lord Stark holding his hand in front of his wife gesturing her to stop before she could protest. "Ser Artorias, per our agreement you will handle your sword and armor to my men until you are deemed trustworthy and not a risk to the people of Winterfell.".
"As you wish Lord Stark." Said Artorias nodding in agreement.
When Ser Rodrik took Artorias's sword he fell on his butt with the weight of the blade, it was comic and all people who say laugh with the exception of Artorias who just gave a small smile. When his helmet was removed it was when the gasps were heard again and the knight just decided to sit to take off his armor while he and Ned explain to everyone that he wasn't a Targaryen. Artorias would definitely need to research about this family when he has the chance, the last thing he needed was a arrow between his eyes because of a mistake of identity.
Artorias was now on the room assigned to him by Lord Stark, he lays down on his bed and is surprised by the fact that it was big enough for him. He starts to remember what have happened to him the exact same moment he was engulfed by that light.
Artorias was in the middle of a road, looking around him, the concern on his eyes is concealed by his helmet. There he was, in this new world with no ideia what was out there or who was out there. He stops and cross his arms thinking what he should do from this point forward.
Artorias stops thinking when he hears an audible but low growl. He looks down the road and see something. Wasting no time he goes in the direction of the sound hoping that until he saw it he would already have a plane in how to proceed from there.
After Artorias reaches the source of the sound he had heard his heart ache like a thousand swords had pierced it. In front of his eyes he sees 7 wolves, 6 puppies trying to drink for the nipples of an almost dead mother. He sees her body full of injuries and blood flowing out of her body, next to her and the puppies he saw the probable cause of her pain, a dead stag with blood in its horns no doubt from the grown wolf.
Artorias closes his eyes clenching his fist and bitting his lips, tears almost drop on his face for it was a vision too painful for him, to close from home. Seeing these 7 wolves cloud his vision and the seven become just one. Artorias remembers, he remembers Sif, he remembers he left his friend alone, he remembers that now he probably would never see him again, and he remembers why he can't fail in his quest.
Kneeling in front of the dying creature Artorias extends his hands towards her unconsciously to him it was the hand where his ring with a symbol of Sif howling to the moon and he gives it a quick glance before focusing back on the wolf, all the little wolves furrow their eyes in anger, he found it cute and with a smile he tells them just one word; calm. Without a second thought all of them obey.
"Great Heal" Artorias says and a golden light appears, covering the body of the adult wolf. Instantly her injuries closes and her breathing comes back to normal, it doesn't take long for her to get up on her paws and look at Artorias, somehow the wolf understood what happened and nod to him with her head making Artorias both surprised and happy and responds her with a smile he knew she could feel even if it was done behind a helmet.
Artorias looks at the dead stag and reach his bottomless box and pulls his sword out of it, he grabs the animal leg and rip it off with his sword and throw it the mother wolf who eats it all but in a spawn of seconds. Fearing she was still too weak to feed her cubs Artorias carries the stag off the road and looks for a spot to sit and rest, he orders the wolves to do the same which they obey without hesitation and tell them to sit and wait, it is then that he hears horses approaching but ignore the noise while he cuts the stag so the pups could be feed.
Artorias shakes his head, he wasn't tired to the point of having to remember what he did after he came to this world step to step, but it had to be done for Artorias used the healing miracle but on his way to Winterfell it was news to him that the magic of this world had died with the dragons.
For whatever reason the magic died with the dragons, but here he was, with magic abilities and a dragon egg, for a moment Artorias feed the thought of being in this world so he could bring magic back and with it help the people to stop the Age of Dark but he dropped that thought the moment he remembered his words to Jon Snow; The world isn't a fantasy book Jon, there's no white knight comming to fight the evil dragon and rescue the princess from it's evil castle, it's a dirty place that will try to devour you and corrupt you until all that's left is a hollow and empty shell of your former self.
Artorias smiles when remembering the talk he had with the boy, he doesn't know why but he feels something intriguing about him, the first time he looked at the boy he could see and feel his very soul, at first he feared that the corruption of the abyss was still lurking inside him, slowly trying to eat and corrupt his mind and body but unlike what the corruption does, when he saw Jon's soul he didn't felt the need to consume and corrupt, it felt like he was listening a song, a song of ice, at first Artorias thought that's because Jon was born on the north and because of the stark blood on his veins, but that doesn't explained the other half on the song that unlike the ice part it was a song of fire, it was really interesting and Artorias couldn't help himself but remember the talk he had with the boy.
After joining Ned Stark's party Artorias looked at all the people in this group, he noticed that he as in the middle surrounded by all sides, probably a security action in case they felt he would attack, he couldn't blame them, he would do the same if he was on their places.
Of all the people the one to catch his attention the most was the boy with dark brown hair and grey eyes, so dark they almost seemed black. Not wasting time Artorias quick his pace a little to catch with the young boy that he almost makes the men around him draw their swords.
The boy was strange, Artorias could feel his soul, his emotions like they were his own, he almost tremble fearing that the corruption of the abyss was still inside of him, he wanted to rip off his gauntlets and cut off his skin and watch his blood flow just so he could feel the pain telling him he was again clean, he wanted to see red blood fall on the ground just so he could smell it hoping it was enough to assure him that he wasn't dreaming, but he suppressed that desire for it wasn't the place and time and focused back on the boy.
"What is your name kid? ." Artorias asks with genuinely interest but with his face still focusing on what was ahead of him.
Jon looked at him with a little sign of irritation on his face.
"Jon Snow, and I'm not a kid." Jon Snow answers but all he gets from Artorias was a weak laugh.
"Yes, you are, where I'm from you only become an adult when you kill your first man. So I ask thee again. What is your name kid? .".
Artorias words make all of the men who listened to give small chuckles, even Ned Stark gave an almost invisible grin while he quickly turns his head to look at him and Jon.
"Jon Snow." The slight irritation became anger, Jon felt that Artorias was gonna start mocking him and try to humiliate him like Theon Greyjoy and others had done so many times before.
"Why is your name Jon Snow and not Jon Stark? . The wolf you have with you wouldn't follow you if you didn't have the same blood." Asked Artorias with a polite voice that made Jon calm his anger.
"I'm a bastard, in the north all of those who have the Snow name are bastards." Jon said with sadness in his voice, sadness that Artorias not only noticed but made him turns his face to look at the boy for the first time.
"If you haven't killed an innocent, raped, or dishonored yourself and your family with your words and deeds you aren't considered a bastard where I came from. You said that you are a bastard, yet here you stand, having a wolf that choosed to follow you. If that doesn't tell the others you're a Stark then they are either blind or fools.
Jon smiles at Artorias words, for some reason the knight didn't look down at him, more like he was so many steps above him in a giant stair but decided to go down to talk to him at the same height. Jon hadn't notice but Artorias did, his brothers had gave him the easy smile of a Tuly he heard about from a talk between Rodrik and Jory. Even Ned Stark gave the knight a quick nod that only Artorias could notice.
On the other side, some people looked at the giant knight with a little of resentment, mostly Theon Greyjoy, but Artorias ignored him still wanting to talk to Jon.
"What about your mother Jon, what can you tell me about her? ." Artorias ignores or doesn't notice Ned Stark looking at him, his face was so neutral that no one could say what feelings the man was having inside of him at that moment. Artorias could, but he preferred to continue focusing on Jon and their talk.
"I never meet her." Jon said with the sadness returning in his voice.
"I never meet my mother too Jon, neither my father." Artorias said with no emotion making Jon focused on the man again. "You're sad for you never meet your mom, yet I never meet my own and my father and I'm not sad. Why you are sad while I am not Jon?.".
For a moment it appears that the whole world had gone silent, everyone now was looking at Artorias wanting to know what the knight was going to say, and what response Jon would give him.
"The past is the past Jon, you can't let it rule your life, you know nothing about your mother but you want too, I know the feeling, but if you can't do nothing then why you linger on the question? . There hasn't been a day where I don't want to meet my parents but there's nothing I can do, no one knows who they are or where they are, they might be dead for all I know. The only people who can tell me about them are themselves and they are not here. So listen my advice and do the same as I do Jon, don't dwell on questions which you can't find or have answers, live in the present, not in the past, think about the tomorrow, not the yesterday, and only when the past comes to you with what you want or need you give it your time and attention otherwise you miss everything else that's happening on your life.".
Jon let Artorias words sink in his mind, some people his father included nodded in agreement with the knight's statement. Artorias didn't knew there was a person who knew Jon's mother right there, and probably knew where she was, but that person refused to give him the answers, and pained him for unlike Artorias who could keep moving on from the past, he couldn't because his answers where right in front of him.
"And, and what if you could have your answers?." Jon said with a death voice, so low that it was a whisper, a whisper that only Artorias had heard which makes the knight clench his fists and get serious. Jon Snow was in a dangerous road, if he was corrupted by the abyss no doubt he would become hollow even if his determination and will to have his answers could keep him moving.
"Jon, I don't know you or your history, but let me tell you what happens when a man obsesses to much over the past. He becomes mad. And mad man like mad dogs are always putted down. I don't know if someone has the answers you are looking for, but if there's nothing you can do about it except wait or prove to them you are ready to know, then do that and only that. If you can't even stop and think about what I said, then you are already lost. I'm still here, I'm still standing, I'm still going forward, if I can do it you can too, maybe it's time you do the same because otherwise there will be only pain and misery, and I'm sure those who care about you want neither.".
Artorias looks ahead of him again and sighs, he didn't want to scold the kid, but he saw where the path he was followinh leads to too many times, and if he could do something about it he felt the need to.
Jon was not like him, he was still a kid, Artorias never had a child of his own nor a childhood for he was taken from the orphanage by Lord Gwyn when he was five and from that day forward he would train day and night to become a soldier.
Artorias didn't understand children but he understood humanity curiosity, so an ideia appeared on his head, and hopefully this talk would go better than the last one.
"Tell me Jon, do you know magic?." Artorias said with a small smile covered by his helmet.
Everyone laughed at Artorias words except young Bran who looked at the knight with an open mouth.
"Magic died with the death of the last dragon." Said Sir Rodrik poorly trying to hold his laugh. "That's what that old man Maester Luwin always says.".
"Sometimes some things come back, why can't magic be one of them?." Said Artorias, he didn't show them but he was surprised, for some reason the magic in this world had died, if Sir Rodrik words were to be believed, but not too long ago he used without problems.
"I suppose you can do it them?." Asked Theon with an arrogant grin and a mocking voice.
"Yes, I can." Said Artorias ignoring Theon and still looking at Jon not noticing everyone looking at him again. "Would you like to learn?.".
"Can I learn it too?." Asked Bran before Jon could say anything, his voice was trembling to the point he would probably bite his tongue is he didn't stop to breath.
"Of course, but since you are still to young I will only teach you if your father gives you permission to learn." Artorias said with a serious voice looking at Ned Stark "And of course, if you father gives me his permission to teach".
Ned look at Artorias with a tired face. He didn't believe Artorias could really use magic but if, and that was a big IF he could, then things could be really complicating in the future.
"Can you really use and teach magic?." Asked Robb like he was a child once again by the sound of his voice.
"Are you the only one that can use it?." Asked Jon with interest.
Artorias laugh at the last question, that just showed to him Jon was really still a kid. "The world isn't a fantasy book Jon, there's no white knight comming to fight the evil dragon and rescue the princess from it's evil castle, it's a dirty place that will try to devour you and corrupt you until all that's left is a hollow and empty shell of your former self.".
It's not easy to not pay attention to a man laughing when said man is almost as tall as other man who are in the back of their horses. Ned Stark was one of those men. It wouldn't surprise Artorias if the man had already figure out his character for the brief moment they already spent together.
"What I'm trying to say, is that somewhere else in the world someone probably knows what I know and can do it too, maybe even better." Said Artorias back to his calm behavior. "I can teach you, whether you can do it too remains to be seen. The same goes to you young one. There's no easy road, so if you are truly determined to learn from me, know that you will sweat and bleed and I am a man of my word".
Silence once again filled the air and it stayed that way until they reached Winterfell. Some faces where curious others slightly angry but Artorias only paid attention to four, Robb's who was thinking hard probably about if he wanted to learn magic, Bran's definitely wanted to learn and was thinking what he wanted to learn first, Ned's which Artorias thought was thinking about the words he had said and which ones should he took to heart, and Jon's which shows nothing but reflection about everything and maybe feeding up the thought of moving one and let the past behind, or at least until the person with the answers he seek come at him willingly.
Artorias sits on his back and stares at the fireplace, he decided it was enough time spent thinking of the past, at least for today, he gets up and reaches his bottomless box that was given back too him after Ned Stark's men confiscated his belongings.
He takes his dragon egg from inside of it and look at it with a confused look, The Stranger had said that when the time comes he would know who to hatch it but Artorias didn't like to leave things to chance, to many what if floating on his head and none of them good. The main one being 'What if the time to hatch is a second before the Age of Dark begun?'.
After inspecting the egg Artorias think it is a beautiful thing, the eggshell looks like a dragon's scales and it's coloring was a pure white with a straight amethyst purple line in the middle rounding it over and 6 red ruby dots, three on the top and three at the bottom.
Artorias also notices how hard the egg is, he squeeze it a little but the thing was solid like a rock, he does it again but with more strength and it still didn't budge. He looks at the egg and for a second, he thinks about sit on top of it like a chicken and laugh at it, he hoped it wasn't how it was done since he thinks he wouldn't be able to do it if it was.
Artorias turns back at the fire and back at the egg, he does it three more times and feels something tingling on his head and his heart, he feels like the egg was asking, no, begging to be putted on the fire. Artorias takes a step closer to the fireplace and he feels his heart beat like a strong punch, another step and this time his heart beats faster, another step and it feels like it was seconds away from jumping out of his mouth, in front of the fireplace his whole body starts to tremble and he puts the egg on the fire and feels like a whole mountain was removed from the top of his body.
Artorias breaths fast, he felt like he was sweating, he doesn't know why but he was sure the egg had a connection to him somehow he could almost feel it talking to him, when he remembered the talk about all dragons being dead he remembered feeling sad about it, and now that the egg is on the fire he is feeling warm for some reason and he knows it's not because of the fire.
If his heartbeat wasn't loud enough, they surely become after Artorias hears a knocking on his door, he runs to open but remembers too late to hide his dragon egg. On the door Artorias sees Ned Stark and he asks him to enter, he had heard of the old gods when he arrived in Winterfell and was starting to think if they wanted to make his heart explode with so many emotions in such short span of time.
Lord Stark point to the table with two chairs that were on Artorias designated room but the knight don't sit at the table, he picks the chair and sits in front of the fireplace claiming it was too cold in the north, a lie of course, one that Ned Stark spots and asks why he wasn't feeling cold in his armor, Artorias claimed it's because his armor had magic that makes him never feel too cold or too hot in any environment, but now that Artorias thought about it, he was really feeling both the cold in the air and the warm of the fireplace, but it was like he his body was just telling him how the feeling is and not really feeling it, it reminded him of when he felt Jon's soul and the fear of the corruption came once again, but he didn't had much time to think about it when Lord Stark engaged him in conversation.
"I wanted to thank you Ser Artorias." Said Ned with the utmost sincerity he could muster. "Jon feels out of place time and time again, trying to prove himself that he's not a mistake and that he belongs here, despite I telling him he doesn't need to innumerous times before.".
"And he will continue to try, no matter what you say or do." Said Artorias making Ned look at him with eyes slightly more open. "I don't know if you listened to my conversation with Jon Lord Stark, but I never meet my parents, both of them. That's what I told Jon, but it's not the full story, I was abandoned and left to die while I was still a baby, the only reason I'm still here is because Lord Gwyn found me. And unlike Jon I learned soon that the world is a cruel place. In a fantasy book for children I would be raised as Lord Gwyn son and be his successor and finished what he worked so hard to accomplish. But what really happened was that he put me in an orphanage and let me there until I was 5, and not once he came to see me and how I was doing, when I was 5 he finally took me in but not as a son, but as a soldier, he put me with the others and from that day I would train day and night to prove to Lord Gwyn and myself that I wasn't a mistake, that my parents would regret abandoning me but I soon realize that I was destroying myself doing this, Lord Gwyn showed me that the past is the past and I should move on, he showed me that if I was a mistake he wouldn't take me to that orphanage, that if I hadn't prove myself I wouldn't be there training, not only he showed it to me he proved to me, he took me to one of the chambers of his castle, one of the most beautiful rooms I ever see, and told me that it would be mine, not that it could be mine, that he knew when my training was over I would be the greatest of his knights and to do that he knew that all I had to do was let it go from the past, and he was right of course, I let it go and here I am today, I'm not going to say that it was easy, but then again nothing is worth if you don't have to put effort on it, and if you think Lord Gwyn really had already chosen me invalidating what I just said, you're wrong, he only told me and showed me that to motivate me, he would never chose anyone who haven't prove themselves. When I talked to Jon it was like looking a mirror, reflecting the past, and fear that he will make the same mistakes I have if he hasn't already. If I can do something to help him I will. I feel like it's an obligation".
"You look a little different from the man I talk to when we met." Said Ned trying to easy the tense atmosphere the knight had created. "Less serious and less focused on your duty.".
"It's because then you were talking with Artorias on of the four knights of Gwyn. Now you're talking with just Artorias" Said Artorias relaxing on his chair, arriving in this world made him realize all his duties were now irrelevant, and now only one thing really mattered in this new life, his quest on stopping the Age of Dark.
"Artorias... Now that I think about, you never told me your second name, nor the name of your house." Inquired Ned hoping now that they were alone Artorias would be more open in conversation.
"Abysswalker." Artorias didn't flinch, blink or stumble, this was probably the most convincing lie he ever told in his life, for Ned Stark believed and he could see it in his host face.
"Abeswalkyr..." Ned saying thinking about the word, trying to not let the look of doubt in his face being noted by Artorias, he failed. "Are you really not a Targaryen?. I now you might be tired of hearing this question, but with your features it's hard not to think otherwise, besides, although I never heard a Targaryen with the name Artorias, it does sound like a name they would use, and now Abeswalkyr, sorry but it sounds Valyrian".
"As I said, I never met my parents, if I am one no one ever told me, but I really doubt I could be one.". After speaking Artorias remembers how lacking his knowledge in this world is. "Lord Stark, do you have a library here?.".
"Yes, the library of Winterfell is the second biggest of all Westeros, do you want do use it?." Ned look at Atorias in the hopes of getting more information out of him.
"Yes, a man in a new land with new cultures, religions and laws in which he knows nothing about is a disaster waiting to happen. Would you let me use it? .".
Ned in this moment had an ideia in how to get to know more about Artorias.
"Sure. But after your demonstration of magic. I'm really curious to see if you speak the truth about your claim. Think of it as your test to see if you have a place here in Winterfell. In the north we don't accept those who can't carry themselves around and earn their keep."
"Very well. But I also want your younger daughter to watch. If she wants to learn magic she also has to learn and accept the harsh reality in case she isn't able to be my student.
Ned didn't like to hear that, but it was a fact, one can never and should never ought to be something they cannot, for a moment he reminded of an old saying; you can make a racing horse out of a donkey.
He nods in agreement with Artorias and gives his hand for the knight to shake which he takes and gives him a small smile and a light nod.
Ned get out of his chair ready to give Artorias his wishes for a good night of sleep when he was interrupted by the mother direwolf he had taken for himself. He admitted he didn't want at first but the direwolf took a like to him and he felt somehow connected to it.
Ned pets the direwolf, her fur was smooth like feathers and his hand felt comfortable with it. He almost lost himself in his thoughts with the feeling when Artorias brought him back to reality.
"Have you chose a name for her yet?." Artorias asks with genuinely interest.
"Lyarra, in memory of my mother.". Ned said with a frown of sadness in his face. "People always need to move one, that it a fact, but why it is so hard?.".
"Sometimes it's because there's always something to push us back." Artorias replied with an understanding look in his eyes. "Maybe its because he haven't finished what we should have. Whatever the reason, probably is what we need to discovery by ourselves.".
Ned nods to Artorias and goes his way with Lyarra by his side.
When Artorias is alone again he give an exaggerated sigh, having to explain why you have a dragon egg on yourself and why are you trying to hatch it shouldn't be questions that could pop in people's mouth in high frequency.
Artorias looks at the egg and feels a pull. He goes to it and put his hand on it, it feels warm, he doesn't notice but a carrying smile is in his face and a soft glare in on his eyes.
Artorias takes the egg out of the fire but doesn't put it in his bottomless box, he doesn't know why but he hugs the egg and closes his eyes, he feels good, calm, relaxed, without even look he sits on his bed still holding the egg and lays on it.
Artorias didn't know why but he was sure he was doing the right thing by hugging the dragon egg while laid on the bed. The peace he feels is indescribable and without haste he sleeps knowing or at least feeling that there is nothing wrong with the world and hopes it stays that way forever for everyone alive deserved and should have this peace and quiet.
Author's note: Hello, nice to see you again, ok now, I just wanted to say thank you for reading, if you have questions feel free to ask me via inbox, leave a review (but please, be polite if you didn't like it), and follow and favorite if you want.
About the story, I will be following the books, maybe I might put some elements from the TV show, but for now just the books. The story will follow the original canon for now, I haven't chose when it will diverge from it but the highest chance will be either when Jon arrives at the Wall or when Daenerys gets he eggs. (or maybe I'm lying *insert Joker's evil laugh*) But it's still a long way from there, until them, stay safe, be healthy, wash you hands and don't forget to use a mask when you go outside.
English is not my first language, grammar errors inevitable.