I was pacing before the gates of time trying to figure out how I was even going to make all this work in my favor, knowing that if I did this I was turning fiction into reality, the moment I stepped passed the gates it became an actual game of thrones and peoples lives(mainly heads if were just keeping it real with each other) were going to be placed in my hands.
If im going to stop Lord Eddard Stark from becoming beheaded I have to stop him from trying to out the Lannister twins incest babies while in the capital this very much had potential if I caught them while they were in the tower before they push young Bran Stark most of my problems will be solved, but ending it there still leaves me with Balish who plotted the death of the kings hand, Jon Aryn, and then tries to frame the Lannister's, by planting false accusations with the Starks through Lysa Aryn. Oh. My. God. That was confusing even to me. There are just so many plots going on and I just want to save one family from total annihilation.
'Where do I start? I have a few ways to play this I can pretty much begin in the beginning supplant myself in Winterfell before King Roberts arrives that could lead to its own problems just based off my appearance. Silver hair and eyes they might thing I'm some Targaryen off spring and we wouldn't want that fat idiot calling for my head. I can appear to them as a one of their Goddesses at random intervals to warn them of oncoming trouble? They might not believe me.' I started pacing a little faster when a brilliant idea hit me. 'I've got it one fallen angel coming up'
Winterfell
Ned Stark
The Godswood was quiet, the only sound was the wind blowing through the leaves of the werwood trees, a light covering of summer snow on the ground. I sat under the ancient Heart Tree with its red leaves covering the clear night sky rare for even the summer here in the North, just another odd occurrence of the day which drove me to seek the guidance of the Old Gods. The beheading of the mad traitor of the nights watch spewing madness about things that are believed to be fairy tales told to the young to keep them in line followed by the discovery of the dead she-direwolf, and her litter of six direwolf pups and whatever madness that was running through my head to allow said pups into Winterfell. What other madness could befall me I do not know which led me to my current location praying for a sign that what I did what right on both accounts.
"I pray to you Old Gods that the omens you've sent are in good fortune to the North and that we continue to live good lives, but if they are not I ask you give me a sign please, for winter is coming, and I do not want to leave the North vulnerable, when the King eventually ask me to be his hand." I whisper under my to the tree I stare into the face of the heart tree and as I stand I feel the wind slowly pick up into a vicious roar
"Help will come Eddard of House Stark, the whole of the North will bleed if you don't heed our warning" a gravelly voice yelled loudly as if coming from the Heart Tree in the center of the Godswood.
Before I knew anything a bright light engulfed the entire forest and a body was falling with immense speed from the sky it landed with enough force to cause a crater the size and depth of the largest hot spring that Winterfell boasted. In my shock I stood there looking to the damage the body cause to the ground to quake and fall to ruin. I slowly approach the rim of the giant crater to peer to the body I had seen fall into it, at the bottom was what appeared to no older than my oldest son at eight and ten years old, hair the color of the moon on a clear night and as long as her body was tall, she was clothed in the oddest of garments (a short dress of the most indecent design) the skirt was white with the front panel the color of a rainbow, but the oddest thing about the creature that fell from the heavens were the two giant white feather wings that seemed to be resting at her sides. Before I knew it I was climbing in the giant whole in the ground and making my way to the girl that lie in its center.
Even after the fall she seemed to be unhurt, but she was unconscious I lowered myself to my knees to get a better account of her well being and then the most melodious (if slightly gruff, but given she'd just fallen to the ground from an unimaginable height) voice I had ever heard like silver bells jingling of birds singing in the early dawn.
"I thought I was going to stick the landing" she stated before rolling to her side in attempt to push herself in an upright position.
"My Lady, I don't think its a good idea for you to sit up at the moment there may be an injury you've fallen from a far distance there is no telling what ailments you may be suffering" I replied.
She must have been surprised by my presence for she jumped. "Where in the H-E double hockey sticks did you come from?" I decided to keep silent to that the poor creature did just fall out of the sky at my behest of the Gods she took in a deep breathe trying to cal herself down from her fright. As she looked around our surrounds slowly taking in the whole we were in and the forest surrounding us she turned to look me up and down when she reached my face, I got the first glimpse into eyes that seemed to hold all the stars in the night sky they seemed to look right through me, to know all of my secrets, fears and hopes of the past and future.
"You're Lord Eddard of House Stark Warden and Lord Paramount of the North, I have been sent to ensure you and yours are safe in these upcoming times of darkness, and it shall be done" with that said she promptly passed out, I caught her right before her head hit the ground.
I couldn't help thinking to myself "what have I done" I picked her up with one arm under her knees and the other behind her back trying not to jostle her wings as I made my way out of the crater and towards the keep at Winterfell. Hopeful that in my arms lies the key to keeping my home and family safe in the dark times that were sure to come.