Chapter 2 – The Plan

"Aww, Fuck"

R'hllor stared at The Stranger in chagrin. He realised that his Brother was right, he HAD forgotten. How could he have forgotten? After all, the Gods were the ones who gave the Prophesy to the mortals in the first place.

Visions of the future, like the ones his follows saw in the flames were but small parts of the story. The circumstances that could be changed if one chose to act upon them but Prophesy was set in stone. Prophesy was a way of telling the mortals that something was coming that must be stopped.

In this case, it foretold the coming of the Long Night, The Night King and the Great Other. Unfortunately the Long Night couldn't be stopped because it was a fixed point in time. It must happen because it needs to happen, but, the Long Night needn't be very long. The Night king is The Great Other's creature and the Night King will come to free his master. It was Known. The Song of Fire and Ice told the mortals what had to happen in order to stop the Night King from freeing his Master from his Tomb of Ice and Fire. Its importance could not be ignored.

"You are right Brother, I had forgotten. Forgive me" R'hllor said. "Our impending Doom seems to have scrambled by wits for a moment. What shall we do? For this will surly impact our decision on which souls we choose."

The Stranger looked at R'hllor. "I have already chosen the souls" he stated.

R'hllor frowned, "Forgive me, but shouldn't we not let the others have a say in this? After all, everyone's lives will be depending on the two mortals pulling off this insane plan of mine"

The Stranger sighed "Brother, who am I?" he asked.

"You're The Stranger of Westeros?" R'hllor replied but had the feeling that wasn't the answer his Brother was looking for.

"True, very literal but true. Brother who am I to the mortals?" he asked once again

"To the mortals? Well to the mortals, you are Death….." R'hllor suddenly understood. "My sincerest apologies, Brother. Of course, you are more than qualified to choose the souls." After all, there were many Gods, but there was only one Death.

The Stranger nodded in towards the other Gods. "Shall we inform them of the plan and get on with it then?"

"Yes Brother. Let us get on with it." R'hllor replied. "You know," he added "I'm rather looking forward to watching their reactions to this. As a mortal I once heard say, It's gonna be epic!" He laughed.

The Stranger rolled his eyes and shook his head "Bloody Chaos Gods" he grunted as he followed R'hllor back to the group. "Even in the face of our Doom, he just has to provoke the others."

R'hllor, overhearing The Strangers last comment just laughed because it was true. He just loved Chaos which explains why he chose fire as one of his favourite powers.

"Your attention please" he said, trying to get the attention of the arguing Gods. They ignored him. "ENOUGH!" he roared at the top of his voice. "Are you bickering children or are you Gods?" He asked into the silence that followed. He shook his head. "We have a plan. Would you like to hear it?"

He took the continued silence for consent to continue. "This is how it's going to go. We bring the two chosen souls here and explain what has happened and what we are going to do to correct it. Now, I know there are going to be events in the timeline that the chosen souls are going to want to change, which is fine to a point, but we all know that there are things that MUST happen for the Prophesy to play out true. When we bring them here to explain the plan, we will also give them a list of things that they cannot interfere with, like the Dragons for example. They MUST be born. The mortals need them to even out the playing field so to speak. Do you all agree so far?" R'hllor asked the group. All the Gods, nodded.

"Of course, we must find the defining event, event Zero. The place and time it all started to go wrong." R'hllor walked up to The Crone. "Respected Lady of Wisdom, I would ask you to look into the viewing pool to see when and where this Event Zero took place, please?" he asked.

The Crone nodded her head. "I shall young one. Your plan has merit and at the end of all things, we must take risks in order to achieve what should have been instead of what is," She replied then went to the pool.

"Have you chosen the souls?" The Warrior asked "Because I have a few candidates in mind"

"As do I" "Me too" came from others.

"No, I have not chosen the souls, for I have no right to judge them and neither do any of you" R'hllor said.

"How DARE you?" The Father said. "Who are you to judge US?"

"I don't judge anyone, well at least not right now anyway" R'hllor said with a smirk "But in this case Brother, we truly have no right to judge or choose the souls for that is Deaths domain and not ours" he said with a short bow to The Stranger. "It is he who has the power to judge souls especially now and so he has the right to choose them. Would you not agree Brother?" he asked as he turned to The Father.

The Father, while not looking pleased, had to agree with R'hllor. "Yes, of anyone of us here, you alone have the right, Brother. Please forgive my rudeness. Our impending Doom has turned my manners to shit."

The Father chuckled. "All right. We have the souls and they and us have the information of what is to come now all need to do is speak to them and send them back to the time before Event Zero happened."

"And I have found it" The Crone said and she didn't sound happy about it either.

The Gods gathered around the viewing pool. The image inside of it showed the day that Edward Stark, Lord of Winterfell, was unjustly executed for Treason. "This is the moment?" The Smith asked.

"Yes" replied The Crone "But all is not as it should be." Her tone could have curdled milk in the cow .

"What do you mean old woman? We deemed this event as random chance. Mortals still have Free Will you know and let's face it, Joffrey Baratheon, was a little psychopath in the making. Cutting off Lord Stark's head would have been his idea of a fun time!" The Drown God said "I know I had almost nothing to do with the mainland mortals but Mad King the Second's reputation was worldwide! Even Asshai by the Shadow had heard of him and his mad cruelty"

The other Gods murmured their agreement. Joffrey Baratheon was a little shit of the first order and his cruelty was almost as legendary as his mad Targaryen predecessor.

"OH! Oh, I see it now! I see of what you speak of Grandmother" The Mother exclaimed in surprise. She suddenly frowned. "Oh that's not good. No, that's not good at all. How did he manage THAT? Do the rest of you not see it?" The others could not seem to see what The Mother and Crone were seeing.

"What? What it is that you see Sister?" The Maiden asked.

"He is Marked. The Boy was only …convinced…..to follow his own inclinations." The Crone muttered in concentration

"Marked? Who is Marked? What type of Mark Old One?"

"That one has influence, charisma, can lie like no other….and…..power?...He should not have power, a mortals body can't survive that kind of power for it is cold and death…..then how does he…..OH I see…hmmm….what to…yes…he must die but how is the question?..." The Crone's voice trailed off into nothing.

"Old One, WHAT do you see? Tell us!" The Father all but begged her.

"The Great other was even sneakier then we thought. He….somehow…..managed to recruit a mortal to his side and managed to grant him some small portion of his powers. Mainly Voice magic. When he uses it on others, they cannot help but to listen. Those who have a strong will or strong mistrust of him, well it won't work completely on them but anyone else…..they are vulnerable to his influence."

The Crone paused to take breath and before she could speak again, The Father asked "Who? Who is this mortal and how is he not dead or a Walker by now?" The Crone snorted in disgust "Well the how is easy really, he WILLINGLY volunteered to be the Great Other's minion and the mortal in question is….was…..Lord Petyr Baelish."

Next chapter, we meet the chosen souls