Chapter 5

Highmoon Fever

"You! How dare you? In my own home, you dare proclaim yourself a god and my brother too. What madness is this? My father taught his children honour and respect. He would have thrown you out, to spread your vile sorcery somewhere else. You infect my brother, Bran with false hope of grandeur and use him as a pawn for your game. No more. He has told me of your promise and I say no more! You will leave at first light. I want you out and I shall hear no more of this nonsense. Declare yourself vessel or anything but common folk and I'll take your head myself."

The Stark lord was furious as he raged, Spittle flew about and all the contents on his desk soon found themselves displaced. This was not the outcome I'd imagined from the boy after Bran made his allegiance to me known. In fact the outcome where more people standing up and joining Bran declare for me was unexpected as well. Many of Winterfells people had taken the opportunity to join me and even gift me with whatever valuables they'd had on hand. Grateful and prideful I'd taken the whole spectacle as an excuse to charm the masses. Perhaps I'd put on too much charm or perhaps any spectacle would have been too much for the lone Stark lord.

"I see. You are upset that I-."

"Upset! I am furious. I admit at one point you had me convinced but now I know what you are and I'm left wondering how I was stupid enough to believe anything you said in the first place. You are a charlatan and I will not allow you to do anymore damage to the people."

"Hush my lord, you mista-."

"Me! Hush! I am your lord not a dependant you will not disrespect me!"

"Apology of course my lord. I only meant to say that I am true and trustworthy. All that you accuse me of is false. In fact I can prove it to you my lord after all if your brother has the gods touch then you should as well. Am I right my lord?"

"No you are not right. I'm not a god neither. It is not vanity nor jealousy that makes me oppose you only sence."

"My point exactly my lord. If I can show you the power inside yourself then it won't be hard to see sence on my role here. Yes?"

"Tch fine I'll give you one chance to prove me wrong otherwise I want you gone from Winterfell."

Frustration and fatigue plagued the lord and indeed it did so to me as well. Truthfully I wanted to punch this kid but that would only get me hanged or something, Westeros wasn't the place for trolls. Being talked down to and being reprimanded by a pubescent teen was making me angry but for the sake of my life in this fucked up country I swallowed my pride.

"Fine indeed" I half mocked trying to hide my true inclination towards the brat.

"Sit down my lord and calm yourself so we may begin" I commanded of the wroth child.

Grumbling followed the frown on the lords face as I moved to stand behind him.

"The guards are outside and I am armed as well try anything and ill cut you down before you can think otherwise."

"Fear not my lord. I am the vessel of the old gods not the butcher. Now let us begin"

Now behind Robb I put my left hand on his shoulder and my right on his head making sure to get a nice tight grip on his hair as revenge. Petty I know but fuck this kid to be honest.

"Calm yourself my lord."

"I am damn it! And do you have to pull on my hair? Uhh!"

"You are not calm. Now calm yourself or this will never work."

"As if it would have anyway I'm just waiting for you to admit your lies so I don't have to see you again."

"Calm your ass down for christ sake shit!" This kid was driving me nuts with his whining who knew Robb Stark was this irritating in real life. Like fuck my life.

"tch fine I'm calm now get on with it."

"Fine. Ok lets see. Hmm, focus on Greywind my lord. Think of him."

"What does Greywind have to-"

"Shh, just do as I say focus now. Greywind you know him my lord, his pelt and his bark remember them, feel them. Where is Greywind now? You know where he should be but where is he exactly tell me my lord? Do not think, know. Know where he is my lord. Look, not through your eyes but Greywinds."

"I don't feel or see anything. This is a sham.

"No my lord focus. Focus only on him. Greywind the fastest ball of fur you've ever seen so fast it looked like a grey wind blew when he runs. Can you see him my lord?"

"No but, but I see something. Its dark and wet. It smells like iron"

"Blood? And what does your body tell you my lord?"

"I feel heavy but content like I just ate. The grass is warm under me and the moon is out tonight it calls to me. It wants me to, to, to." Suddenly the lord stood up as a loud and long wolf howl echoed around the castle.

"What just happened. I, I felt him and then he, I, what is going on with me what did you do to me?"

"I did nothing that was all you my lord. I told you those wolves were gifts from the old gods. Through them you can feel the power of the gods."

"It wasn't the gods that I felt it was Greywind. His flesh his desires what does this mean?"

"If it is not the gods you hear clearly you are not listening well enough. No matter it is Bran who is important anyway."

"Bran? what does he have to do with this? He is just a boy."

"He told you what I told him. Your destiny is a Kingdom my lord a burden of blood. Bran is blessed with power more than any human godhood is his burden, a burden I can only advise."