Getting the wood from Harmony had been easy, making the wand had also been a breeze. During his time at Hogwarts, the forbidden section and the Room of Requirements had been his playground, After graduating he had also spent a few months in Knockturn alley hunting for knowledge amoungs thioe of...less favorable reputations.Plus his relationship with Olivander had been the source of a great knowledge.
While the old bastard hadn't exactly taught him the ways of wandscrafting, he had pointed him all the right direction for him to get the right knowledge. Old and retired wandsmiths, native American tribes whom were willing to part with knowledge for favors. A female Africa staff maker with a burming desire to have a child with a powerful wizard, A female Haitian voodoo priest with a bit of BDSM fettish but was afriad of being perceived as weak for eing a submissive woman.
A gay Pure Blood from Alabnia, one that had a bunch of old and very valuable books on the subject of wand making in his family library, but needed a way to express his sexuality in peace. He had helped the bloke by using his shaper powers, and created a husbando for the guy and told him to make him his personal butler.
The funniest, was sleeping his way amongst a Veela coven in irder to get his hands the means to make wands for their descendants. After all, not all wandmakers can use Veela hairs for their craft. Whike most Wand makers have a thing in common, each have a different way for combining their materials for a finish product.
Some have favorite materials, like Olivander and his famous three cores, Or the native Americans with the Thunderbirds and Wampus cats. Being a wand maker took creativity and the will to experiment, and boy was all of those and than some.
So him being able to create a top if the line wand child's play, him creating a body was equally as easy. Though, it did take a bit out Benjen and the boy had blacked out as soon as the ritual had been completed.
He and Harmony had shot the breeze for a while after that, but things took a turn for the weird soon enough however. As if attracted by his new body, a bunch of this world's gods had come knocking in the astral plane, which had forced him and Harmony to have a hasty meeting with some of the movers and shakers of this plane.
The first to start breathing down his neck surprisingly enough, were the Old gods of the North. Apparently him calling them evil and 'corrupting' poor Benjen's point of view on them and their religion had rubbed them the wrong way. After a lengthy discussion, and him bring up Bloodraven his bullshit and he use of the Weirwood trees, they finally capitulated.
They funnily enough, had dragged Bloodraven in front of him and forced the guy to promise that he will not interfere with his plans. With their little tantrum over with, it was the turn of the seven to come and also bug him, though thankfully it was their way of 'congratulating' him on getting his body back and reminding him of their last conversation.
The thrid group is where shit really took a turn for the worst, the gods of old Valyria made an appearance and boy was that scary. Even Harmony was a bit uncomfortable, the guy had been content to simply laugh at his pain while he delt with the two previous. But now? Now he was sweating a bit, though thankfully they were relatively simple to deal with since their only request was to help with bring the dragons back into the world and spread magic again.
As a form of payment for their request, they had provided him with the location of a chest with Valyrian Steel sword and a few eggs that were not completely dead yet.
The fourth to show up was the Sunner isles god, and he had the same simple request as Harmony, the protection of his people nothing more.
So with all said and done, he had a busy night as he erected a few wards over the island of Naath before making his way close to the smoking sea. And once there, he used the summoning charm on the chest he was promised. Inside he found two dragon eggs, as well as two Valyrian steel sword.
After inspecting his loot, he apparated in a vast track of land somewhere in Essos before using magic to summon another Valyrian steel sword to himself. Once that was done, he quickly apparated inside a cave underneath a Weirwood tree beyond the wall. There, he came face to face with the shriveled up form of Bloodraven. The man, if he could be called such any more was merged with the root of the freat tree. And despite his curiosity, he resited to urge to inspect the crazy amalgamation in front of him.
Instead he spoke to the dead eyes man, and while he felt nothing but disgust for what he had turned into, he still spoke in a kind tone.
"Bloodraven, we finally meet face to face eh."
"Yes, I guess we do, though I wish it were in better circumstances...at least for myself, considering it isn't everyday you get handled like a disobedient child by a collective of gods, told to behave." The man said in a raspy voicd that gratted on ones hears.
"Meh, it is what it is. Anyways, I am here for two things before I start trying to fix this mess that has been handed to me by our godly friends. One is a few drops of your blood, two will be the valyrian steel sword Dark Sister." While Eljah was nonchalant, his tone brokered no arguments and Bkoodraven knew it.
"May I ask why?" the old man said in a quizzical tone.
"Well, the blood will be used to create a female offspring of yours. She will be tagging along with us south of the wall and be dangled in front of the Prince of the realm so he won't be foolish enough to elope with Lyanna Stark and cause a war. The sword ? Well, it will used as proof of her being your descendant of course. Though, the silver hair and red eyes will be hard argue about but this is Westeros, amd people do stupid shit all the time."
The half tree man started at him bug eyed for a while before burting into laughter, It was supposed to be a full belly bursting one but somehow was even raspier than that of a dying man.
When he finally calmed down, he sinply pointed at the wall where the sword was leaning againt. After picking it up, Elijah turned to Bloodraven cut himself on a particularly sharp tree branch and gave what amounted to five drops of blood on a hollowed out piece of rock the size of a palm.
With a nod, Elijah took it from the shaky hands of the barely alive man before nodding and apparating away, before doing so he couldn't help but hear the man chuckling again.
When he got back to Naath, he saw Harmony smiling at him like an kid in a candy store. After droping his loot on a nearby table, he turned to the other occupant of the room and asked.
"What?" He asked the giant of a god.
"Nothing, just that you work fast ny friend. Though, those are some very inpressive defenses I might say." Harmony replied with glee practically oozing from his voice.
"Yes, yes they are." Elijah replied in good humor.
"So, the time has come for you and the boy to leave already huh?" Harmony asked.
"Yeah, but in a day or so since there a re a dew things I need to teach the boy before he returns home." Elijah said in a contemplating tone.
"Uhmm, well may I ask for a favor?" Harmony said in tgat genial tone of his.
In response, Elijah merely nodded for the god to go ahead.
"Might I ask if the boy could take a young woman from my lands as a bride? I will of course pay a great sum of gold as a dowery, after all those are the custom of his lands right?"
"I may not be his father, but with sufficient funds as an incentive even old Rickard with have to put his prejudices asside. Besides, the kld fucker wants to narry his heir to a southern tart who worship the seven. So, he technically doesn't have a leg to stand if is youngest come hime with an Essosi wife." Elijah replied with a shrug. "Though, Benjen will have to be the one to make the decision and not me."
Harmony simply nodded in understanding, he knew that what Elijah said was not only true but also fair.
"Well, we wre in luck as it would seem that the little twerp is waking up." Elijah said in glee.
And sure enough. with a groan Bejen Stark opened his eyes with confusion clear on his face.