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Chapter 3
The idea of a peaceful life, of a rather quiet and unusual life, was a rather strange thing for Galadriel. It didn't matter how much work she had around Winterfell. She mostly finds herself enjoying the peace and quiet of the beautiful surroundings of the castle. Galadriel would sometimes just walk around the Wolfswood, or Barrowlands, looking and basking herself in the wonderful beauty of nature. It may seem strange, but when someone lives in a poster-war environment, where nuclear wasteland and toxicity were the norms, exploring a forest, or a riverbank, could become an incredible fun past-time.
And it has become Galadriel's favorite hobby. One of many she has obtained while being there.
"This is such a beautiful place."
Galadriel took a deep breath, just letting the morning breeze hit her cheeks. There, her thoughts wondered about where could his friend be at the moment. Are they alive? Would they be waiting for her somewhere? Or did they simply forget about Yggdrasil? Galadriel didn't know, and perhaps it was best if she never finds out the truth.
Galadriel, however, couldn't help but wonder what would ever happen to her future. What was her end game? Her purpose in this strange world? It was still uncertain. She didn't know. But what Galadriel knows was that. Her family was important, and she wanted them to prosper. That was her current drive. The current goal was to make the Stark family the greatest house in the world. And so far, Galadriel has made sure of it.
The last year has been filled with nothing but good news. The Barrowlands were slowly but surely producing wheat that would be necessary for the North to stop depending on the South's food. Her knowledge of agriculture was still minimal, but thanks to her old friend's knowledge left behind in books. Galadriel was slowly following the instruction to start fertile farms across the North. It would take a bit more for it to grow, but the seed was planted. Now, she only needs to wait.
"Since, this world has a weird season change. Those greenhouses would surely come in handy."
Galadriel muttered, as she slowly walked near the icy riverbank. Then there was the new Fever channel and the reconstruction of Moat Cailin that was soon to be finished. Galadriel smirked at the prospect of such an amazing structure being built with only the Northern hand. She wanted to laugh because of what her spies told her. Many in the South believed that such an enterprise would be doomed from the start. They all believed it would be nothing but a failure.
The northerners had no sense of how to do buildings. They are nothing but brutes!
A channel, miles long, connecting two seas?! Ha! Tell me a better joke!
Do those savages think they can do such a thing? What a bunch of bollocks!
Those were a few of many comments about the North vision. Galadriel would like to laugh at their faces when the channel was completed. It would be over sooner rather than later. Since Pandora's Actor and Galadriel have been cheating the system. Galadriel told Pandora's Actor that they should buff the workers with something minor. They were still experimenting with their abilities. They wanted to see what worked and what didn't work. Of course, they couldn't use items or stamina potions on each of the workers. But they could use powerful abilities to boost them. Only minor ones, just to see if they were usable on humans, and well, it worked wonderfully. Pandora's Actor used [Grand Stamina Sunlight] a Six-tier spell that cast large sunlight down upon allies and helped them restore stamina. The spell seemed more as if the skies were clear and golden light came down in form of snow.
It was clearly a rather strange view, but the workers thought it was summer days. Since the north had quite the climate. All gloomy and cold most of the time. They thought it was just a good day of summer where they could see the sun in all its glory. And they saw that many times. Galadriel was pleased those spells worked because they made the work so much easier for them. She visited them a few times, just to see how they were doing, to see how much did the spell affected them and she was surprised.
I feel… so alive! Like I can do this all day, my lady!
Aye! I don't feel tired or hungry. I could work all day, every day, without stopping!
I think I could run to White Harbor and back without even sweating!
Those were the proclamations of some of the workers. They looked like bunnies on adrenaline. They were quite energetic, perhaps a bit too much. Well, it didn't matter. They were working from dusk to dawn. Yet, she would keep an eye out for any side effects.
And just adding more to her plans were the mines of gold and other precious minerals. They were sure to become one of the North's greatest strengths in a few years.
"Yes, there are people who wanted to sneak in and grab some of those mines for themselves. Good thing they weren't smart about it."
Galadriel whispered, remembering the many plots of house Lannister and Tyrell. Those two families were clearly trying to get their hands on that gold. The Tyrell family was already pissed that the North was gradually finding success on their own soil and not buying their wheat. So, they truly wanted a payback, in the form of a connection to those mines. The Tyrell wanted to seduce one of their lords who would be in charge of the mining, with honey words of many wonderful gifts and daughter at his disposal if he just smuggles some gold towards them. It was a rather dumb thing to assume.
"The Tyrell, don't understand that this is the North. They are stupidly loyal to us. And those promises don't work at all."
Galadriel said with a smirk of her own. Yet, there was the Lannister family who, she believed, were trying to do the opposite. It seems the lord of the Rock was more subtle and direct in his approach. He sent a letter already, describing how both Stark and Lannister, lion and wolf, could become allies in the near future. Of course, the letter didn't say it out loud. Tywin Lannister was a cautious man from what she saw in that letter. He would never truly say his intentions, just allure the idea of it. He believes that his name alone would make anyone agree with him, and truthfully, Galadriel couldn't blame him for that line of thought.
Tywin Lannister was a man who earned his reputation by being ruthless and always trying to increase his house's reputation. He believed that it was easier to make allies than enemies, not that he would not destroy his enemies. But in his mind. Tywin thought a union between both houses would be nothing but obvious, and Galadriel would agree with him. Since, from her perspective, having the Lannister family as allies would benefit them greatly. But to what end?
Galadriel was a greedy person, and very dangerous. She would not share what it was about her by right. Yet, she would play along for now. Her words would be honey and kind. But her true goals would be cold and cruel.
"Let's see how does he react when someone steps on his tail."
Galadriel smiled as she looked at the sky and took a deep breath.
"This is such a beautiful day, no doubt."
Galadriel said, before deciding to go back to Winterfell, where her family would be waiting for her.
While Galadriel had many things to do, most of the time, like dealing with the administrative task for not only Winterfell but the North as a whole. The secret base she was currently building to expand not only his agents but his shadow across Westeros. The many missions she gave her most powerful minions, among many other things. Yet, among all that, she would always have time for the most important thing in her life, currently.
The one thing Galadriel always craved for, something she realized she needed the most. A family, and there she was, following her siblings and their pets.
"Gali, you're slow!" Lyanna exclaimed, happily.
"She is very, very slow, isn't she?" Brandon teased, and the rest of the siblings laughed.
"She does eat a lot… maybe she has gotten fat?" Ned said, earning a huff from Galadriel.
"Don't call me fat!" Galadriel yelled, feeling a bit offended.
"Well, it's true, sister. You do than to eat quite a lot," Ned said.
"You ate more than all of us combined!" Lyanna said.
"Even more than me, and I am way taller than her," Brandon replied, smirking widely.
"I am being attacked by my family!" Galadriel whined, as the rest of the siblings only smiled at their sister's funny faces.
"Just hurry up! We are almost there!" Brandon said.
Galadriel groaned but smiled as she followed the rest of her siblings and their direwolves. It surprised Galadriel how fast those Direwolves were growing. And not only that, she noticed how different they were from a normal wolves. They were smart, evidently so, that one could only wonder how much those creatures understood. Galadriel's own Direwolf would nod to her while she sometimes spoke to him. And even try to communicate with her in a manner of speaking.
Brandon's wolf was called Blacktail, because of the black fur with shiny hazel blue eyes. Reflecting the night like two shining stars. And just like her older brother. Blacktail seemed rather playful and very straightforward. And incredibly overprotective of his young master, and his fellow siblings.
Then there was Ned's wolf, Silverfrost, who was just like him. Quiet, and very calm compared to Blacktail. The fur was of a gray color, and way fluffier than Blacktail. What surprised Galadriel was how close was Silverfrost and Ainz. Both Direwolves would always spend time together. So, Galadriel guesses it was only natural since Ned and Galadriel were close as well.
Lyanna's wolf, Lya, was of a reddish color, almost of fire. It was the smallest so far, but clearly the fastest. And, just like Lyanna, the wolf was incredibly energetic.
Galadriel still felt as if those Direwolves were more than what she sees. It was hard to explain, but she felt as if those creatures knew she wasn't normal. Perhaps it was a sort of six-sense thing, where a dog or an animal had the natural sense of knowing things that weren't normal. Yet, the wolves seemed peaceful around her, and Galadriel wondered why could be the reason for it.
"Why are all of you so excited about it?" Galadriel whined, while her own Direwolf, Ainz, was following her.
"A secret!" the siblings replied, and Galadriel tilted her head.
Galadriel followed them until they reached a clearing. And it was there that Galadriel saw a large tree. It reminded her of Winterfell's godswood. Nevertheless, they were incredibly beautiful, and Galadriel never got tired of looking at them, but it wasn't just that, in the middle of a small clearing. Galadriel saw hot springs, many pools with steamy water. And she gasped.
I didn't know they were here! Galadriel thought with amusement.
"It seems we finally discover something she didn't know about!" Brandon exclaimed with a smile. And everyone laughed.
"How did you find it?" Galadriel asked, baffled as she got close to the hot springs with glee.
"Blacktail guided me here… it's really close to Winterfell's holdfast. And for what I see, no one knows this… surprisingly enough," Brandon said while he took his clothes off, leaving only a set of trousers and diving into the hot waters.
"Whoa! It's so warm!" Brandon moaned with joy as he enjoyed himself.
Galadriel laughed as she saw the rest of her siblings just entering the hot spring. She felt a bit awkward for a while, but she realized that it was a rather stupid thing to feel since they were just children still. So, Galadriel just allows herself to enjoy the hot spring with the rest of her siblings.
"Uwah, this is life!" Galadriel moaned as she submerged her body in the hot water. While she couldn't necessarily feel the heat, cold, or pain in most cases. Galadriel's body could still enjoy the surrounding sensations. It was hard to explain, or to put in words. But her body seems to know when something was good for her, or harmful. Like, if she throws herself into a volcano. Her body wouldn't feel the lava scorching her body. She wouldn't feel any pain whatsoever. Her resistances were high enough to not be harmed by such a thing. Yet, in the Hot spring. She could feel the warmth on her skin and feel blissful about it. It was strange, truly.
But it didn't matter to her.
"What matters is that I can enjoy this," Galadriel whispered with glee.
"Brandon, Gali is speaking alone again," Lyanna said, while Brandon and Ned laughed.
"Shh, don't say anything. She'll get angry."
"Shut up, let your sister enjoy this," Galadriel said with a loud sigh.
The siblings just smiled as they continue to just enjoy their little time together.
"Mm, Benjen and Ice, would have loved it here. It's a shame he is sick," Lyanna said while swimming across the large hot spring.
"Indeed, but I doubt mother would have allowed him to leave Winterfell. He is too young," Ned said.
"Please, I used to sneak out of Winterfell when I was younger," Brandon replied.
"And mother used to punish you, every single time," Ned said, earning a huff from Brandon.
"It was worth it," Brandon exclaimed, happily.
"You didn't seem so proud of yourself when father forced you to clean the stables. Remember?" Galadriel pointed out with a smile.
"You shove so much horse shit for weeks… you used to smell like an enormous piece of poop."
"Ugh! I remember it!" Lyanna said, with a disgusting tone as Ned laughed at Brandon's angry face.
"It was the price of masculinity!"
"I never thought masculinity could smell so bad," Galadriel said and Brandon faked hurt.
"You don't understand… you're a girl."
"Yeah, yeah, girls don't understand it," Galadriel wave it off but kept on smiling.
The siblings continue rambling and joking about so many things, some childish others not so much. But while they were doing so, Galadriel only stared at them. Having siblings was definitively something that could be odd, and wonderful. Galadriel wondered if Bukubukuchagama and Peroroncino would talk like this. Maybe they would just relax in their living room and just talk about random subjects. She couldn't be sure. Yet, Galadriel was happy to be involved in such a lifestyle.
"Hey, Ned… do you truly have to go south?" Lyanna asked, softly with an int of sadness, and Ned only sighed deeply.
"Father wants me to, so yeah. I have to go."
Ned told Lyanna, but the quiet wolf looked at his twin sister. Galadriel stared at his brother's gray eyes and he could see that, deep down. Ned didn't want to leave her. It was cute, in her humble opinion, since a part of her would really miss him. A lot, in fact. But at the same time, she was no child. Galadriel understood the reasoning of her father and could see no fault in thinking like that, so she sighed. As she got closer to her brother. And rest her head on his shoulder.
"It's alright, Eddard. It's not forever."
"I know, but leaving Winterfell… my family behind. It's not something I would like. If I could do something about it, I would."
"Then don't go! You don't need to go south! Why should father care about those southerners? They don't even respect us. They see us as nothing but savages."
Lyanna exclaimed and Lya, with the rest of the Direwolves, felt the agitation coming from the young girl.
"It's not that simple," Brandon said, and Lyanna looked at him, confused.
"Like it or not, the North still needs stronger relationships with the south. We may stop truly needing the wheat of the Reach, but if we want to export our minerals or merchandise, we need to establish connections with them. Besides, we need to take care of ourselves during winter."
Brandon said, and Galadriel looked at him with a proud yet amused face. Since the oldest child of the Starks wasn't one to dwell deep in the political aspect of the kingdoms. Yet, there he was, speaking his mind, and while it was an incredible resume, a state of things between the north and the rest of the seven kingdoms. Brandon hit one of the points perfectly. They need connections to make a profit in the long run.
"Whoah, Brandon. You've surprised me," Galadriel said while clapping. "You're not as dumb as I thought!"
Brandon threw some water at his sister, who giggled. Yet, he smiled a bit.
"I pay attention to your speeches during dinner. Not all of them, but some of them!"
"Ouch, now that is hurtful," Galadriel said, faking hurt.
"But he is speaking the truth, Lyanna. It will come a time when our father will ask us to do something similar," Galadriel said and Lyanna paled, and so was Brandon, although the older Stark sibling sighed.
"You mean like… marriage?" Lyanna whispered.
"Yes," Galadriel replied.
"I don't want to marry. I will lose my freedom."
"Me neither," Brandon added, and Galadriel only exhaled. She knew that both of them had the same line of thought. They wanted to be free, to do whatever they wanted. Galadriel worried about them. She didn't want to tell them that the reality of their world couldn't be changed. They have a responsibility, both of them, just like her.
"Lyanna, Brandon. You both need to realize our duty. To the north and our family," Galadriel said, in the gentlest way she could. Lyanna stared at her with hurt, and Brandon refused to do so. Yet, she felt as they knew she was speaking the truth.
"But why…? Why do we need to follow traditions and marry?" Lyanna whispered, and that statement made Galadriel giggle a bit.
"You don't want to marry, I know. Yet, I doubt any man would be able to hold such a free spirit as yourself. You're going to grow to be a beautiful woman, Lyanna. Anyone would love to take your hand."
"Ugh, don't say it," Lyanna said, blushing.
"Maybe you're saying this now. But who knows? Maybe you'll find someone special and fall in love with that person. Perhaps, then, you will change your mind."
Lyanna only muttered some words while submerging underneath the water.
"I still don't like it," Brandon whispered. "I don't want to live my life sitting on a desk or tied down to something. You should be lady Stark. Everyone in the north already respects you. I could serve as your guard, or something else."
"Yeah… I want to be a knight. I don't want to be a lady of something, or marry a person I have never met in my life before."
Galadriel sighed, but maybe she was being too cruel and forgetting that in her mind. The world would change, she would change it eventually. Perhaps it would be good to let them dream and find their own way in the world. Who was she to destroy their lives? It would be for the best if her siblings live their lives as they see fit. Galadriel would not push them to do something they didn't want to, to waste their lives following meaningless guidelines. Galadriel has lived such a pathetic existence. She knew living such a life was not worth it.
No, they don't deserve such a life.
Although, that doesn't mean Galadriel would allow them to be irresponsible.
They are my siblings. I want them to be happy. Galadriel thought.
"Well, maybe nothing will happen, and I don't know. Perhaps our father would just do nothing about it and leave you two be. Regardless, don't worry too much about it, Brandon, Lyanna."
Brandon hummed, and Lyanna only nodded tearfully.
"Now, let us enjoy ourselves before going back to Winterfell."
Galadriel said, smiling, and the rest just nodded at her. She would just pretend that nothing was wrong for now. That all was fine. That she was just a child. However, as Galadriel was just enjoying her time with her siblings. She noticed the face on the tress and frowned. Galadriel could feel as if something, for just a brief moment, was spying on her.
I'll need to speak with Pandora's Actor about this. Those tresses aren't normal.
Galadriel thought as she kept on staring at that weirwood.
The day came fast, like a clap of thunder without Galadriel even realizing it. And now she was standing in the courtyard watching her twin brother preparing for his departure to the Vale. It would be quite a long time before they see each other again, and she was quite sad and angry. It seems Galadriel's demonic size was not pleased with all about losing her twin brother. It was strange, truly. Demons were greedy creatures; they did not want to lose what was theirs. So, Galadriel, losing her twin brother for the foreseeable future, was making her angry.
Peroroncino would definitively say that I am a Tsundere. Galadriel thought with amusement.
"Look at you… already, man. Going away from home," Lyarra Stark said, with a sobbing voice. Lady Stark was having a hard time watching one of his children go like that, and the rest of the family could only smile gently at her.
"Mother, I'll write and it's not forever," Ned said softly, kissing his mother's cheek, as Lyarra only held back her tears.
"You better write! Or I swear I'll travel to the Vale myself and see if you're still alive!" Lyarra exclaimed and Ned only chuckled.
"I will," Ned said, smiling.
Ned then walked to his father and Lord Stark, and for a moment. The look of the lord was stern, but Rickard Stark was not a distant father. Not one bit. Rickard took a deep breath and looked at his son.
"You be careful out there. The south is not like the North. They speak of fake summers and lie as easily as they breathe. Keep your head up, and do not let them look down on you. You're a Stark. A wolf."
Lord Stark told his son, and Ned only nodded. "I'll do my best, father."
"I know you will. You're my son."
The Stark men could be people of few words. Yet, Galadriel knew, there was love in those interactions.
"It will be boring without you around. I'll have to find someone else to beat while practicing."
Brandon said, and Ned huffed at his older brother.
"If I remember, correctly. I won the last one, so, I am ahead"
"Are you bloody insane? I am the one ahead!" Brandon yelled, and Ned frowned.
"No, I won the last one. So, you're behind me!"
Rickard chuckled, while Lyarra only sighed deeply.
"Enough both of you!" Lyarra said, and it was enough for both of them to stop. Yet, there was a smirk on both of their faces.
"I'll wait for the rematch then," Brandon said, and Ned nodded with a smile.
"You take care, Brandon."
"And you too, Ned."
Ned then turned to Lyanna and little Benjen and smiled at them both. Lyanna hugged Ned tightly and Benjen did the same.
"I'll miss you both," Ned whispered.
"Don't forget about us," Benjen whispered.
"Never."
"I'll take care of Silverfrost while you're gone," Lyanna said.
"Thank you," Ned whispered.
"I will train, so I can be as strong as you!" Benjen exclaimed and both Brandon and Ned laughed.
"Well, when we see each other again. I'll test that."
Benjen smiled at his older brother, as Ned then slowly walked toward his twin sister. And both stared at each other until Galadriel approached him and hugged him. There was not much to say. Ned knew what Galadriel was thinking and feeling. Perhaps it was that sort of twin connection. Galadriel could swear it was something unique about them. She could also understand what her brother was thinking and feeling.
"You know, I'll be furious if you don't write, right?" Galadriel threatened, and Ned chuckled.
"So many letters, I'll have to write. To mother, to you now. Reall, am I that popular?" He teased.
Galadriel pinched his arm, and Ned winced.
"I'm serious."
"Alright, alright, I swear to all gods, old and new, that I'll write!"
Galadriel smiled happily as she kissed Ned's cheek.
"I will miss you, Eddard."
Ned smiled at his sister, the only person who called him by his full name.
"Me too, Galadriel."
Ned looked at his family for one last time before mounting his horse. Silverfrost whined a bit, as Lyanna gently patted him.
"The south is no place for a Direwolf," Lyanna whispered softly. Silverfrost moaned as Ainz, Galadriel's wolf, slowly licked him. The Stark family could only see one of their one, one of their pack, leaving them.
Galadriel took a deep breath, feeling melancholy for a brief moment. Since, while sad. Galadriel knew she would see him again. But for peace of mind. A few of her Shadows Demons and other types of monsters of her would follow her brother and protect him against anyone who wished harm on her family.
Such is the life of a family. This is becoming quite unprecedented in my life. Sometimes, I forgot that I am a Demon Empress who was a normal human from another world. Truly, what a life.
Galadriel thought, but the sound of a message suddenly cut her mind short. So, she excuse herself a bit and walked away from her family.
{Pandora's Actor? What is it?}" Galadriel asked.
{My lady, we have discovered an intruder… you should come and see it.}
Galadriel was a bit shocked, but her face suddenly changed. She looked at her family for one last time, and strolled away, hiding her true self, or well. The side of her that wasn't so nice disappeared.
Galadriel approached her secret base in the deepest part of Wolfswood. The many monsters, demons, and what else kneeled before Galadriel and she entered the grand castle that was still being built. She scoffed at the size of such a structure. It didn't have to be this big! Galadriel groaned as she finally reached the throne room. It was quite the carbon copy of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Almost. It would never be the same, but it was close enough to the real one. There, Galadriel saw Pandora's Actor with a creature on its knees, looking quite afraid and shocked.
"Ah, my lady, finally," Pandora's Actor said.
"Pandora's Actor. Tell me, what have you found?" Galadriel asked, still glaring at the creature.
"Well… this young lady, call herself Leaf. She is one of the children of the Forest."
Galadriel stopped; a bit surprised to hear such a name. Especially since what she knows about the so-called Children of the Forest.
"Really? Interesting… I thought they were extinct."
Galadriel said as she looked down at the strange creature. By outwards appearance. Leaf could be a combination of a wood elf, with a treant, a tree race back in Yggdrasil.
Or maybe she is something like a druid? Galadriel wondered.
The creature, Leaf, was terrified of what she was witnessing. The Last Greenseer told her that he was having a hard time, if any, trying to spy on the Stark family, since the sudden shift in magic around the world. Leaf, like the few of the remaining Children of the Forest, has felt such a change. Yet, it wasn't the same as the magic they once knew. No, it felt different, more foreign, and powerful. It was one of the reasons the last greenseer has been trying to find the location of such magic, of such an entity. Yet, when he searched the North for it. Suddenly, his ability to see it all was cut down.
He couldn't see the Stark family anymore. He couldn't see their present, their future, or even their past anymore. The last greenseer was completely at a loss. That's why, after thinking for a while. He decided to send Leaf to try to see what was going on with that family.
Leaf tried to use the trees to see, but couldn't use them. Something blocked her view. So, she decided to use a more physical approach. But as she was trying to do just that. Leaf felt an incredible surge of magic coming from the forest. Deep in the forest's darkness. Curiosity stroke her as Leaf went to the forest, trying to find where was the strange magic. But, from all the things she expected to see, from all she has ever heard from the tales of her older relatives. Leaf never expected to see what she was seeing now.
A castle, a fortress. Filled with monsters that she has never seen before, all working together. Leaf wanted to scream, to run, but shadows captured her. Leaf expected a cruel and slow death. But nothing of sorts happened. Instead, she was taken to a strange person with no face. Yet, Leaf could feel as if that thing was more powerful than any of the creatures in the castle. Perhaps it was the master? Leaf thought for a moment.
But that was proven to be a mistake. Now, Leaf stared at a girl, with white-snowy hair and deep golden eyes. But what she could feel emanating from that child was so much raw magical power. It blinded her. There was no way, the girl was human. And it left Leaf trembling.
"What are you?" Leaf asked with a trembling voice, and the child only looked at her with a bemused look on her face.
"I am just a normal child."
Galadriel replied in a teasing tone.
"That can't be true… I feel magic emanating from you. Not from here, not like the magic of this world. So much."
Oh, she can feel my magic? And I am using my rings. Yet, she could still sense a bit of my magic. Mm, could it be part of her ability of her? This is interesting. Very interesting indeed.
"I guess you're right. Yet, before I answer your question. You need to answer mine first. Why are you here?" Galadriel asked, trying to discover the intentions of such a creature. The world was still incredibly mysterious. So, having a magical creature in front of her would allow her to see if they were more like her. And if dangers were lurking around.
"I-I was sent here," Leaf stuttered.
"Sent by whom?" Galadriel asked, with an icier tone.
"The Last Greenseer."
"The last Greenseer, you say? And who that person maybe?"
"He is the one whose body is rotted into a tree. He has lived beyond his mortal span, and yet he lingers. For all of us, for the realm of men. He has a thousand eyes and one," Leaf said, and Galadriel only tilted her head.
"That's an accurate description of the confusion I am feeling, yet it tells nothing about that entity. What does it want? And be concise, since I do not have the time to guess."
Galadriel told Leaf with a tone harsh enough to make the poor little creature wince at the sight of such a thing.
"He is the one watching the unknown. Protecting us from past mistakes. He was a mortal once. A long time ago. But now magic has made him a watcher. The job of the last Greenseer is to always be watchful of the great darkness lurking on the edges of the world. Darkness trying to come once again."
Galadriel looked at the strange creature and hummed.
"The long night? That's what the darkness is about, right?"
"Yes. The Night King and the Others have been preparing for such a long time. He will not move, not now. But he is growing stronger every day. And so are the ancient gods."
Galadriel now was incredibly interested.
"Ancient gods?"
"Yes… those whose names have been lost in the course of time. Yet, they remain, eating the magic that is left."
Galadriel looked at Pandora's Actor, who seemed deep in thought. Those ancient gods, and the Night King with the others, seemed to be very alive. Or something like that. Galadriel now has some sort of information about them. Maybe they were hidden somewhere, waiting for their moment to strike. If that was true, then she truly needs to prepare, since she had no idea of how powerful those entities could be. Yet, that was still out here, in the future. So, what she wanted to do now was to learn more about the so-called Last Greenseer. Was it a friend or a foe? That needed to be answered.
"Very interesting. This world is quite interesting," Galadriel whispered, humming with joy as Leaf only stared at her confused by those words.
"Interesting…? Interesting?! They are the forgotten gods! Dangerous things, capable of great power! And the Night King with the others, are trying to cover the entire world in eternal winter!" Leaf exclaimed at the lack of response from the girl with golden eyes.
"Mm… I wonder how powerful they are, and if they would drop any interesting items," Pandora's Actor added, and Galadriel's eyes glowed.
"Indeed! Ancient creatures should have interesting treasures, right? Unique items… things we don't have," Galadriel said, letting her collector side out, and Pandora's Actor, being just like his creator, smiled brightly.
"Ah! Hunting forgotten treasures sound thrilling!"
"I know, right?!"
Leaf only stared at both of them, completely lost. Utterly confused.
"Wait a moment, you understand we are talking about the potential end of the world?!"
Galadriel and Pandora's Actor only stared at her. And Galadriel only giggled.
"I have seen the end of two worlds already. A third one doesn't sound new."
"Uh?" Leaf only replied.
"My lady, that was dark."
"Sorry, Pandora's Actor. But it's true. Well, I digress. I would like to meet this Greenseer you speak about."
"Are you sure of this, my lady?" Pandora's Actor said.
"I am, don't you think it will be quite exciting? Besides, it's time to flex a bit of my power. It's been quite a long time."
"Well, that's true… flexing a bit of muscle is good for the health," Pandora's Actor added.
Leaf was still incredibly confused and couldn't help but wonder what were those things in front of her were. Yet, a part of her wonder if the words of the Last Greenseer were true. If a new god appeared in the world.
"Are you perhaps a god?" Leaf asked, with a hint of the ear, and Galadriel only laughed.
"God? No… I am a Supreme Being."
Galadriel said, showing up her long dark wings and two hours. The true form that she has been hiding away from for quite a long time now. Leaf, only felt smaller than before and wondered if the girl was there to save them, or enslave them. Only time would tell.