Tyrion
The dwarf of Casterly Rock observed the villager's work and nodded at the Elder. Aye, everything was functioning as it should. He was in a village called Furling, located near the Gold Road, by the Lion River; Father asked him to survey the extraction of gold from the body of water, as the Lion River was one of the only examples of Placer Mining in Westeros. The process is simple, the men used a machine called Tybolt's Box: it had a net that is laid on the bed of the river, after some time passes the workers turn the lever of the device to raise the net, and then they riffle it to isolate the gold from the bed's soil.
"It seems the village doesn't need a tax adjustment, the gold it's still plenty for what I've seen, thank you for your cooperation, Elder." Tyrion said as he left the man to continue his work. He decided to stroll the village, he always enjoyed exploring places where he had never been before.
The main road was quite busy, farmers went left and right carrying crops and cattle, and merchants sold their wares by the main plaza, where children played together a strange game, Tyrion believed it was called "Foot Ball". Honestly, he didn't understand why it was even considered fun, they were just kicking a ball around. Jousting is much more entertaining... well, kids and their games.
Tyrion's gaze sweetened as he passed by the bathhouse, if he had more time on his hands he could've had a good tumble with a maid or two, but his Father would probably flog him if he found out. He reluctantly passed by it and laid his eyes on the main hall of the village. It wasn't impressive, it was maybe big as the Rock's armoury if it was made with wood and straws, but Tyrion fathomed it did its job.
The dwarf rejoined his 4 loyal guards and took the road towards Casterly Rock. "Gods, these last days have been odd." He muttered to himself. He remembers clearly what happened that strange night, it was as if the Seven themselves blessed all the land. Tyrion had been near the top of the Rock, and the view was spectacular from there. His father lately had been... melancholic. Not that he didn't sympathise, something was amiss within himself too. Nothing alike was ever recorded before, but Maester Perestan told Tyrion that some ancient legends prophesied its transpiration. Tyrion had searched the Rock's library for clues, but he found only some sparse mentions of older works that had been lost in time... one in particular was called "The Mysteries of the Worm", another reference testifies that one copy of the book existed around the Century of Blood, but it is unknown where it is now, if it still lasted of course.
He decided to write to Archmaester Marwyn, he's known around the scholarly circles as an expert in the matters of magic and lost works, perhaps he could know something more of the lost book. He truly wondered what secrets may be written in those pages, a certain Maester called Perwyn recorded some of the contents around the time of Aegon's Conquest, if his claims were true then the Mysteries was the grandest book of spells, legends, and witchcraft of all time, being massive in its length and mainly size, as it measured around 36 inches.
Obviously, his Father would've just called it a mummer's farce, the mighty Tywin Lannister could not lose time with Grumpkins and Snarks. He would've done the same some time ago, but after all that has happened... he could not ignore these strange movements. Tyrion believes that they were living in extraordinary times, where convictions are shattered and certainty is questionable.
He continued down the busy Gold Road, wagons of goods transited towards Lannisport, where merchants from Pentos to Asshai would eventually acquire them. The lands he will rule when his father passes away were rich, and he intends to know them like the back of his hand. Damn Father to the Seven Hells if he intends to deprive Tyrion of his birthright.
As he trotted something seized his interest, near the lower slope of a mountain: it was a village that was not mapped. It wasn't the most common thing, but sometimes these communities are so hidden that cartographers ignore their existence. From the distance it didn't seem very big, but it did catch his curiosity... Tyrion wondered if the inhabitants held control over a gold vein, that could increase the Rock's income by a margin.
"Men, we will take a detour towards that village," Tyrion said while pointing his finger, "Edmyn and Dickon will accompany me, Ormund and Borros return to the Rock and warn my father I've discovered a new village we could hold ownership on."
And so he galloped on the small road that brought to the village. Gods if it was faded, you could only make out some faint outlines of the blasted thing, it wouldn't be far from different from riding without destination in the Kingswood.
As the trees cleared, the village unfolded before his eyes. It was a poor thing, if he could make a comparison it was similar to the book descriptions of a settlement of the Mountain Clans: the houses were made with poorly connected wood planks, the roofs with straw. A small inn rose near the hall of the village, and there were some small farm estates on the outskirts. Tyrion creepily noticed that all of the villagers bore blond hair, it was as if they never coupled with anyone outside the town, so Tyrion decided to ask one of them for some information.
"Good day good man, I am Lord Tyrion Lannister, apparent heir of the Rock and the Westerlands. I wish to know more about this village, could you tell me about it?" Tyrion asked.
"Blessings to you m'Lord, this is the village of Lorenset, perhaps you would want to meet our Elder? He may explain everything better than m'self."
Tyrion nodded, and gestured towards his guards, "Remain here, I will be back in a moment." He dismounted and followed the man towards the town hall. It was quite plain, similarly to the other houses it was made with wood and straw, but the craftsmanship was visibly finer, as the roof didn't appear ready to fall on your head.
They entered a door, and a barren room was before his eyes, there were only two cushions on the ground, one of them was already occupied by probably the oldest man Tyrion had ever seen, with platinum white hair and piercing green eyes. The man bowed slightly and said, "Well met Tyrion Lannister, I was expecting you to come."
The dwarf was surprised, how does he know my name? They didn't have the time to announce me. He thought, but his face remained unfazed. "It is an honour, I have come here to know more about this village, may you enlighten my questions?" The man nodded, and Tyrion continued "What is the village's origin? Why everyone is blonde of hair?"
The man suddenly produced a bowl with a strange compound inside, he then said "My Lord, drink this beverage and your questions will be answered." Tyrion reluctantly took the bowl and drank from it, they surely knew what would happen if the son of Tywin Lannister suddenly died in their village. Probably a new song would have to be composed: the Rains of Lorenset. He started to feel dizzy, and slowly his eyes closed.
Tyrion started seeing numerous visions flashing through his eyes, but he could not decipher any of them. He then fell for what could seem an eternity, until abruptly the ground manifested, and he slowly settled on the ground. He leisurely sat up and scanned the nearby environment: it was a great flatland, the sun was setting and an explosion of yellow engulfed the territory. He could see the Rock in the distance in all its glory, the lighting made it seem it was bathed in gold, Lannisport sprawled wide, and hanging on its walls the Lannister lion roared confidently.
He then turned his view, and a man greeted his sight, he was tall and slender, golden hair crowned his head alongside a long beard, and green eyes watched him thoughtfully. As Tyrion was about to speak the man interjected, "Tyrion." He said, "Truly a kingly name, it is not?" The man continued, "But when I look at what my family has become, it gives me... sadness."
A Lannister, Tyrion figured as much due to his looks. "It looks like all that I've fought for was forgotten, the Lannister lion now inspires fear and ruthlessness instead of honour and glory. Your Father is the main catalyst, with the Reyne Rebellion and Elian Martell's slaughter he stained the reputation I wanted my descendants to build on. Let us not discuss what your brother and sister did, you will discover soon enough," the other Lannister said, grimacing. "Tyrion, despite your troubles and... habits, you are the purest member of our house, and by my standards, you're the one that should inherit Casterly Rock." He cleared his throat, "So, listen to me closely. Maintain your morals, don't sink low as your family members, if they say that your kindness will be your downfall, refute them. You represent the true tradition of house Lannister: humility and courage."
Tyrion felt tears tingling in his eyes, all of this sudden kindness was... overwhelming. "Thank you," He whispered, "Nonetheless I still have a question, who are you?"
The unknown Lannister spoke "Let me tell you a story. This is the true origin of our house Tyrion, all of what I am going to describe truly happened, from start to finish. Lorenset is the village where Lann was born, he was the second son of his father Rowell and brother of Rand. Rowell was the chief of the village, and in his youth married his sister Thorine, who died giving birth to Lann. Rand was a kind and thoughtful man, but naive and trustful: Lann was ambitious and ruthless, in his eighteen name day he assassinated his brother to inherit the village when his father passed away. Despite all the precautions he took, he was discovered anyways, and his father exiled him from the village. Lann then roamed the lands, and as time passed he assembled a band of cutthroats with the promise of glory and gold and went to the fiefs of the Casterlys, ancient rulers of the Rock. Thus, Lann tricked King Caster Casterly and his family out of their castle using a fib of an assassin roaming their halls, and slaughtered them by the gates. Only fair Cassandra Casterly survived, and Lann forced her to marry him and claimed the Kingdom of the Rock. His party started calling him Lann the Clever, but most of the populace referred to him as Lann the Butcherer, as he ruled the kingdom with cruelty and an iron fist. Cassandra died giving birth to Lann's only son: Loreon Lannister. She finally rested in peace, safe from the savagery of her husband. Loreon has grown to be the opposite of Lann, he was kind, humble, and brave. Moreover, he inherited the shrewdness of his father. So he went against his wishes since his infancy, conquering the support of the people. Loreon then decided to end his Father's atrocities: he pushed Lann from the highest tower of the Rock and became King. Despite his act of kinslaying, he was acclaimed by the peasantry and ruled with kindness and justice. He died fighting for the Dawn, against the great enemy. His son Tybolt the Thunderbolt inherited the throne afterward, and continued his father's legacy."
Tyrion was entranced, he quietly asked "How do you know all of this, who... are you?"
The Lannister laughed and said, "It is simple enough, I am Loreon." Tyrion felt himself fainting inside his vision, which was preoccupying by itself, but the idea of discussing with one of his most ancient ancestors was... stunning.
Tyrion felt some of his ironies arise "Then I thank you, my multiple times Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandfather for this enlightening information, I shall use it to make my Father notice how much of a cunt he is." Loreon laughed merrily, "I see that at least my humour has been passed down. Still, do not berate your father, he grew in a... complicated environment, it's not totally his fault he turned up like this."
He clapped his shoulder, "Tyrion, now go with my blessings. I am going to give you some counsel, first of all, if you wish to see me again, think of this day before you sleep, and you will return here."
Tyrion interrupted "But how are we able to talk? Is this some kind of magic?"
The second Lannister answered, "Since The Fall the barriers between the Afterworld and the land of the living have thinned, we are able to communicate due to this occurrence."
Tyrion nodded, and Loreon continued, "Resuming what I was saying, when you arrive at Casterly Rock go to the library, in the space between the second and third bookshelf on the left there's an odd tile, remove it and press the button. A secret room is hidden behind the wall, you will find something you are searching for there. Most important of all, watch the coast, something is stirring from there."
Tyrion absorbed all that his ancestor said, and bowed "It has been truly an honour meeting you, King Loreon."
"The honour is mine, my dear nephew."
Tyrion suddenly woke up alone in the previous room and hurriedly left the town hall. He found his guards by the inn, enjoying a pint of ale, he cheerfully joined and drank. They left the village the next day, with the whole village waving in the distance.