Game of Thrones: Paladin of Old Gods

POV: The Quite Wolf.

In an abandoned temple about two miles from Riverrunn.

Right after Lord Stark's request-order...

"I believe at least six Targaryens were aware of the threat from Oldtown...

Aegon I [the Conqueror].

Jaehaerys I [The Wise Conciliator].

Baelor [the Blessed].

Daeron II [The Good].

Aegon V [The Unlikely].

And... Rhaegar Targaryen.

There's no evidence for this, but the Valyria disaster wasn't such a natural disaster either. Not as history would have us believe at least...

There were 14 primordial fires of Valyria sealed with powerful spells. Spells of a similar if not higher level than The Wall.

Carcosa suspects that one of them had been compromised...

And the Free City of Braavos, acquired many Valyrian artifacts a decade before the catastrophe came...

As well as being very quick to fill that power vacuum in Essos of course.

I suspect there was a close collaboration between Braavos and Oldtown at the time. I hope I'm wrong, because if I am... Oldtown four hundred years ago had the means to compromise a 9th-10th ancient spell...

When Aegon arrived with Balerion and his army, he had already come back from two major fights.

The field of fire and Harrenhall...

You should know, Lord Stark, that the walls of Harrenhall Castle were also enchanted. Not Oldtown or Carcosa, but they had defenses.

When Aegon reached Oldtown he waited seven days before the town surrendered and opened the gates without a fight...

Both forces were weighing the pros and cons of conflict. Neither Aegon nor House Hightower was confident of prevailing... In my opinion, House Hightower was more afraid of taking enough damage to allow Carcosa to make a move.

Harrenhall Castle was more of a test for them than a show of power. The fire of Balerion, an Ancient Dragon at the height of his rank, was capable of damaging the city walls and the three main towers of Oldtown.

The story of the High Septon who prayed for seven days and seven nights is just a good song to cover their war meetings.

There too, House Hightower bowed the knee swearing allegiance.

They don't like to get directly involved and expose their true nature to the world. At the time, maesters were already in use in most of the seven kingdoms.

Hundreds of years of work would have been thrown to the wind.

Aegon accepted their surrender, and it was there, in that city that the year 1 After the Conquest in the history of Westeros officially began.

House Hightower has only once been directly involved... Do you know what period I am referring to, Lord Stark?" The boy asked.

"The Dance of the Dragons," Ned answered promptly.

"Exactly... The greatest civil war Westeros has ever known...

House Targaryen was very powerful before that conflict... Too powerful according to some.

The reign of Viserys I, thanks to the great hard work of his granfather Jaehaerys I, was the heyday of House Targaryen. But the king, on the strong advice of his Hand, Ser Otto Hightower. The rest is history, but even here mathematics helps us read details that many people miss...

At that time House Targaryen had control over 20 dragons. By the end of the Dance, only four remained. And each lived in captivity under the close supervision and care of 'loyal' citadel maesters... Dragons began to be born with deformities, and it was around this time that the story spread that magic was leaving the world entirely...

The fact remains, those weapons of mass destruction were Oldtown's greatest threat. Once those dragons were gone, only others remained... less dangerous and vulnerable to fire: The Targaryens.

I strongly suspect that Baelor wasn't as mad and devout as everyone would have us believe. He tried to wrest the power of faith from the hands of Oldtown.

This, however, is only my unfounded assumption.

The Targaryen kingdom has always been poised between stability and chaos. After a just and competent king appeared, another with crazy ideas immediately followed...

Dragon's sickness, they call it. When a Targaryen is born, a coin is tossed and the world holds its breath.

The fact remains that a worthy and loyal Maester is always there to look after his King, Lord Stark.

And Grand maester Pycelle was no different...

The reign of Daeron II also was very prosperous for the kingdom, despite the first Blackfire rebellion. The only king who managed to annex Dorne into the Seven Kingdoms without spilling a single drop of blood.

Sadly... a great plague-infested the Seven Kingdoms. A plague that could be cured. Wiped out a third of Westeros' population... Oldtown weathered it well thanks to the thousands of Maesters who stayed sealed up there.

Maester Qyburn found documents in his youth that confirmed his hypothesis. The citadel had the means to prevent that disaster, but they did not act...

The Targaryen bloodline was decimated.

So much so, that the fourth son of a king who was himself the fourth son of a king, King Aegon V, the younger brother of Maester Aemon Targaryen, took the throne.

The reign of Aegon V, the famous and celebrated King-Shield who traveled the seven kingdoms with Ser Duncan The Tall during his childhood.

I'll have to ask Maester Aemon to confirm this sooner rather than later, but I suspect that 'Egg' had smelled a grave threat to his lineage and the kingdom... After all, his brother had studied there.

Many did not want Aegon to become king. He'd grown up among the commoners for over ten years, traveling all over Westeros. He had too many revolutionary ideas.

One of them was making sure that the common people learned to read and write.

It was thanks to the sacrifice of Maester Aemon, who joined the Maester order renouncing all rights to the throne, that yet another civil war over the succession did not occur.

In any case, Aegon understood that the power of House Targaryen was not strong. Many lords were threatening the crown with signs of rebellion.

The king became obsessed with the quest to awaken the dragon eggs. He was convinced that the Dragons were the key to stability and change.

A serious incident narrates the death of Aegon V to this day...

The Summerhall Incident. A fire in which 'Warlocks' and 'Maester' were present...

Two great men perished that day, King Aegon and the most heroic royal guard the world has ever seen, Ser Duncan The Tall.

But hope was not yet lost...

Out of that fire, a child was born. Born amidst the flames, the smoke, and the salt, Aerys II's eldest son, Rhaegar Targaryen.

From here, we move on to the reign of Aerys II, where for the first few years he was prosperous and at peace. His childhood friend Lord Tywin Lannister was doing a great job restoring stability to the kingdom. An even too good a job...

Aerys first began to develop mild jealousy and suspicion of Lord Tywin... The wise Grand Maester was always at his side, and he, who had been taught by the man since childhood, had great trust and esteem for the man...

The Grand Maester had been poisoning Aerys' already unstable mind for years, Ned... I have proof of that.

"Manticore sighs. An extract made mostly from herbs and manticore saliva.

One drop every week to alter and numb the victims' minds.

Mostly used by torturers to extract information from their victims. An odorless, tasteless veil.

King Aerys began to scoff at his childhood friend, Tywin. He touched his Hand where it hurt most.

His wife Joanna Lannister, the only person capable of bringing a smile to the man's face, was one of those spots.

Aerys began to pay to harass attention to the woman. So much so that he had to force Tywin to send her safely back to Casterly Rock.

The final straw was the addition of his eldest son Ser Jaime to the Kingsguard...

Relations with loyal House Lannister broke down and the Mad King acted like a madman.

And here you need to know a key piece of information, My Lord...

As long as the peace treaty remains in force, Oldtown cannot take direct action against the Rhoynar people, the First Men, the Valyrians and the descendants of the hero, Podrick Lann.

Of course... it would be great for Oldtown if those people were the ones killing each other.

Nothing would please Oldtown more than to know that House Lannister and House Stark would one day go to war with each other.

It was a close call, if I'm not mistaken, that House Martell and House Lannister might have a fair amount of conflict...

Ah, there's nothing more peaceful than knowing your enemies are killing each other." The boy took a pause.

Ned's eyes were bloodshot. A great pattern was beginning to appear in his head.

Everything was beginning to make sense. Everything except something...

"And Rhaegar?...

My and Robert's rebellion?" Ned almost trembled as he asked. Part of him didn't want to know if he was being maneuvered into being the means that led to the downfall of the Valyrian line.

"Before we get to that point, let me give you at least a sliver of hope, Lord Stark.

We can grow and obtain defensive and offensive assets worthy of the top four superpowers.

If you follow all my guidelines, within five years at the latest a new world powerhouse will arise...

a city to rival Braavos, Carcosa, and Oldtown. And it will be less than a mile from the greatest and oldest fortress in the North.

Wintertown will fall, and from its ashes will rise the jewel of the North...

{ Neverwinter }."

Duncan placed another miniature beside the others. A snowflake-shaped miniature with a direwolf's head in the middle.

The boy continued.

"If we do that, my Lord, we will block the maneuvers of Braavos and Oldtown. They will be caught between several fires.

The crown, though weak, is still an entity not to be underestimated. Unfortunately, King Robert is killing himself with alcohol and prostitutes... when he dies, chaos will break out.

A war that will make the Dance of the Dragons look like a simple play...

If Zick falls in the next ten years, the stability of Essos will also erupt.

I fear that I am the cause of the scale of such disproportionate instability...

After the calm, whether the world wants it or not, will come the greatest Storm the history of the world has ever seen.

Robert and Zick, if these two binders of the world should break...

a World War will break out.

The North... The entire North will have to be ready, Lord Eddard Stark." Ned did not answer.

He could only look at the table with a gaze plagued by bleak memories... Memories he did not want to surface.

Images and sounds that haunted him even in his nightmares.

Ned didn't want his children and grandchildren to be tormented in the same way in the future. He felt so weak and powerless.

'I am supposed to be one of the most powerful men in the Kingdom. So... why do I feel so powerless and helpless?

I am just a grain of sand in the middle of the desert of history...' The man thought with sadness and anger. He wished he had the means and the ability to stop this from happening.

Ned wanted to protect his family and his people from these horrors of the world... but he did not know-how.

"Now let us speak of Rhaegar.

Ser Barristan Selmy, one of the Prince's most loyal and trusted companions and one of the most honorable knights in the Seven Kingdoms, knew the man better than anyone.

In his youth, Rhaegar had always been a bookworm. A boy who loved reading more than wielding a sword...

Recently I discovered a truth that was unknown to me.

Rhaegar had been visited in the past. A visit from a Witch of Asshai who was banished from the lands of the wizarding confederation.

Banished because of a crime... She had read pages of forbidden texts that she was not supposed to read. Part of one prophecy in particular.

The witch, who was already a loyal supporter of R'hollr's cult, converted to his beliefs and became a Red Priestess.

This priestess went to visit a prince. A ten-year-old boy whom she believed to be the chosen one of the prophecy.

From that day on, Rhaegar went to his weapons master to tell him these exact words:

[It seems I must become a warrior.]

Rhaegar has spent most of his life believing he is 'The Promised Prince'. The one who would save the world from the Long Night and bring peace to all the kingdoms of man.

But then... Rhaegar realized that he was not the Chosen One, but that it would be one of his sons who would guide the destiny of the world.

Rhaegar married Elia Martell, a woman who carried within her the lineage of an ancient magical people. Unfortunately, the woman was in weak health. After her second childbirth, the maesters claimed that she would no longer be able to bear children.

But the Dragon had to have three heads... A head for every evil in the world.

I do not yet know the verses of that part of the prophecy that Rhaegar and the Witch knew. I do, however, know its title.

{A Song of Ice and Fire.}

Fire and Ice, Ned.

Rhaegar believed his third heir should have the blood of the First Men in his veins...

In a great tournament at Harrenhal, Rhaegar met a woman-- your sister Lyanna.

One look at Rhaegar and he knew she was the woman of his destiny.

Like the three ancient founders:

Rhaegar sang for Lyanna... And she wept, moved by the gift.

Rhaegar gave Lyanna a jewel. A crown of blue roses,

[The crown for the queen of love and beauty]... and she was moved by the gift.

Finally, Rhaegar gave his heart to Lyanna... He gave up all he loved for her...

Rhaegar never stole Lyanna, Ned.

The two loved each other... "Said the boy with deep sadness.

Ned jumped up from his chair and said.

"No! Even if Lyanna had fallen in love with Rhaegar, she would never have run off with him without warning her family.

She was no fool!

She knew there would be serious consequences if she chose to voluntarily run away with that man!

She... she would have at least sent a raven..." Ned's tantrum died away on its own. The man was pondering a possibility....

"She did, Ned.

Only that maester didn't send the ravens to the required castles....

Lyanna wrote two messages. One addressed to Winterfell and the other...to Eagle's Nest.

I have two documents with me, Ned. They're not the original texts.

Those scrolls were either burned or stored in places I can't access. But an Archmaester has read and heard the words within, and he has a good memory.

It may not be his handwriting, but I hope that at least in this you can recognise her words. Only you can tell me whether these are or are not the words of your sister.

For the letter was addressed to you..." The boy placed two pieces of paper on the table, moving one of them further forward.

Ned, with a trembling hand, took the piece of paper and opened it...

The first two words of the letter were:

{ Dear Ned... }

Ned read the letter, rereading each sentence and word over and over again.

The song in those lines was too painful for him.

The man began to cry...

After just two minutes of sobbing and tears, Ned returned to his seat.

He put down the letter soaked in wet spots and grabbed the other...

He found the words he was looking for in that paper, too.

Duncan broke the silence by asking:

"Do you recognise them?

Are those your sister's words?"

"They are Lyanna's words..." Ned.

The man's gaze was painted with extreme pain, sadness, and suffering.

Ned grasped the lighthouse-shaped miniature with his ungloved right hand. and clenched his fist...

Small sounds of friction and broken wood could be heard. Blood dripped from his hand... But the face remained unchanged The eyes were still moist with no sign of anger. Only deep sadness.

"My Lord... You want me to cure you..." The boy managed to finish his sentence.

"No... The pain helps keep me sane." Then Ned continued.

"How long have you known?... Did you know before my father and brother died?"

"Yes, Ned... I knew it before." The boy answered truthfully.

"... You could have prevented this... They'd... They would still be alive.

YOU...

You could have saved them, Duncan." Ned.

"Aye, I could have saved them... but how many lives would I have sacrificed if I had?

Who would have believed me?

I would have exposed those I loved to far greater danger.

Jon wouldn't have been safe either.

Don't think you're the only one who has suffered, Ned.

The lives of your father, your brother, your sister, Lord William Dustin, Ethan Glover, Martyn Cassel, Theo Wull, Ser Mark Ryswell, Ser Gerold Hightower, Ser Oswell Went, Ser Arthur Dayne, my friend and mentor Tom, hundreds of men in service to House Tallhart, thousands in the North, tens of thousands in Westeros... all of them a burden I must bear.

A price to pay so that hundreds of thousands around the world might live.

Do you think a child of five could shoulder that responsibility? To go against forces much greater than himself without wreaking havoc on the world?!

Do you blame me for all the evil, Lord Eddard Stark?

If you truly believe I am responsible for the tragedies that have befallen your family. You will find no resistance from me.

If you believe it is the right thing to do, then do it.

DO IT, NED!" Ned remained still, the grip on his right hand growing stronger.

The force in his hand could easily have crumbled an apple.

Ned closed his eyes and wept silently. The pain really helped him to keep his wits about him and prevent him from doing things he would regret for the rest of his life.

After another minute, Ned recovered. He dropped the three bloody pieces of wood, which had once depicted Oldtown, on the ground.

Then Ned stood up and turned to leave the building... but before he did he said:

"Tomorrow night you'll tell me about the remaining four topics." Ned.

"Are you sure, Ned? This could be a very long and tiring conversation." Duncan.

Ned continued to have his back to the boy as he answered:

"You won't have to convince me...you'll just have to explain them.

Are you my sword, Duncan of House Tallhart?" Ned asked.

"I am, Lord Stark." Duncan.

"Now and forever?" Ned.

"Now and forever." Duncan.

"Then do whatever needs to be done to protect my family and our people." Ned.

"I will, my lord.

Tomorrow I will explain the remaining three points... but if it is all right with you, I would need at least five or six days for the last one....

I would like you to come with me to make a little diversions to Harrenhall." Duncan.

"... I'll come. Do as you think best. Good night, Lord Duncan." Ned.

"Lord Stark! Before you go...

I would have you tell me.

My actions over the next few days will lead to future events that cannot be changed.

Actions that could even cause wars... "He warned the boy.

Ned stopped his pace... and then turned slowly in search of the look to which the voice belonged.

The man's eyes... were pure ice. A murderous aura ready to explode at any moment flashed across the room.

Only that boy could see that a numerical change was taking place at that very moment...

A number [8] was slowly changing into a [9].

A man more apt to wield a sword than to try to convince others not to draw theirs was awakening from a long sleep...

The owner of those murderous eyes replied... He answered calmly and clearly.

"If the 'World' wants the Quiet Wolf to go to war...

so be it, Bloody Snow."

End POV.

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POV: Helman Tallhart.

Tent of the leader of the Tallhart forces, less than a mile from Riverrun.

About an hour and a half after two people finished a conversation...

"Has he accepted then?... He... Lord Stark, how did he take the news?" A father asked a son.

"Badly, father. He took it as any man who loves his loved ones would have done...

With deep sadness, grief, and anger...

Lord Stark agreed to all seven points of our program if that was the question." The son.

"I see... As for the last one?

Are we going to make it in time? I thought it would take at least another ten days to arrange." The father.

"... We will make it in time. I have already sent the emissaries.

Within five days they should all arrive.

Tomorrow I will go and speak to Lord Umber myself." The son.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go? Lord Umber-" The father.

"I'm sure, father... If you had asked me a couple of hours ago, I might have agreed." The son.

"What do you mean? What happened in this short time?" The father asked.

"Well... let me put it this way. Let's always remember a valuable guideline from here on..." The son took a few moments to find the right words.

"Which is?" The father.

"Never enrage the Quiet Wolf."