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123 AC, Winterfell
She described it as such, as there was the skeleton of a man sitting on it, holding a white sword which seed to faintly release a blueish glow, and was also impaled into the ground. Rhaena didn't need help to realise who this was. They have found the remains of Bran the Builder.
Rhaena couldn't help but stare at the skeleton before her. This was Bran the Builder, one of the greatest heroes in the history of the Seven Kingdoms, the man who was said to have built the Wall itself, with the help of giants and the Children of the Forest. She knew, from her ti with the Potters, that the world was far bigger than she ever imagined, that so of the stories she was told were, in fact, true.
And yet, it was different to see the body of one of these legends, especially a very old one indeed. As she looked at the skeleton, which was remarkably preserved given how old it was, other than the glowing sword, the man was wearing a dark bronze circlet, and she noticed a wolf dallion around his neck, much like the one she had taken from the previous room.
Still, the cavern itself was massive, with the tree itself starting from deep in the ground, and a small narrow bridge of stone, which led towards the remains of the deceased founder of House Stark, sitting in the throne carved within the tree. She looked down and saw small, glinting black things at the bottom. It took a few seconds for her to recognise that it was an entire field of spiked Dragonglass.
She looked at the rest of her companions and noticed that the Potters seed focused on the tree itself for so reason, or more specifically, the crimson light it emitted from its roots. She didn't bla them. Rhaena knew that they weren't from Westeros. They didn't know how aningful this was.
Lady Daphne's gaze then got up above the Builder's throne, making Rhaena's eyes widen as she recognised what she was seeing. The skeleton wasn't sitting exactly on a throne, but what seed to be a massive carved mouth, akin to that of a Heart Tree, presumably done by the Children of the Forest. Looking further up, she could almost see dents above with the rest of the features of the face, even the closed eyes with dried red sap falling down like tears.
Grenn, on the other hand, seed just as transfixed and walked forward, only for Lord Harry to speak up, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
The boy seed in shock by the words and stumbled forward, only for spikes of Dragonglass to fall exactly where he would have fallen if the sorcerer hadn't grabbed him by the cloak and pulled him back to safety.
Grenn gaped at the spikes that almost killed him, "You asked about Dragonglass earlier. There were weapons made of it in the vault. I was almost skewered by one."
"The Children of the Forest often used it as weapons, and sotis even focused on their magic. What most people don't know is that the Others, the White Walkers, have a fundantal weakness for the material. Unfortunately, I imagine that getting through the swarms of unending wights, to kill one of them with it is quite tricky, that's without their rumoured inhuman strength and speed. Or else, the Long Night would have been a far easier fight to have."
"Who are you? How do you know these things?"
"You already know who I am. My na is Harry Potter, this is my wife, Daphne, and this is Rhaena. As for who we are, we told you that we are travellers of sorts. We explore ruins, specifically ones of magical nature, trying to understand more of the world around us."
Grenn's hand seed to shake. "Why should I trust you?"
"Because I haven't lied so far… Also, if I wanted you dead, I'd have let you get killed by the trap, kid."
Finally, the logic seed to have convinced the boy, and he turned back towards his ancestor, "What is this place? How does no one know of it?"
Lord Harry prepared to speak up, only for the dallion in Rhaena's hands to shake and glow. She noticed that the dallion around the skeleton's neck seed to do the sa. The sorcerer turned sharply towards her and asked, "Did you take sothing, Rhaena?"
He was frowning at her, and she sheepishly took out the wolf dallion, which seed to shake in her hands, but most importantly, was the blood on the dallion, her blood. She had accidentally cut herself while holding it too tightly. It was a very small wound at best, but it seed to have made the dallion shake. Suddenly, the entire cavern started to shake, and Lady Daphne grabbed her and jumped forward on the narrow bridge, with Lord Harry following them. Of course, that was when a giant pillar of Dragonglass fell down, destroying the bridge.
Thankfully, Lady Daphne waved her arms, and the giant Heart Tree moved slightly, with a few of its branches grabbing them all during the fall, and slowly depositing them on a new lower bridge made from one of the branches of the tree. She looked at her dallion, which kept on glowing and released a burst of frost around them.
However, the dallion flew from her fingers, into a small do of glowing circles with strange symbols, floating above Lord Harry's hand, the sa sorcerer who was glaring at her for the first ti, "Rhaena, I rember explicitly telling you not to touch anything if you wished to co with them."
Looking back, the young girl rembered the rules that she had promised to follow should she wish to go on her adventure, "I'm sorry."
"We'll talk about it later," Lady Daphne interjected, and instead gave her husband an odd look, receiving a nod in return.
Grenn, on the other hand, seed incensed, "You stole this? This belongs to the Starks… By the Old Gods and the New, this is their crypts. This is where they bury their dead."
Rhaena looked down, tears slowly growing in her eyes. She had ruined everything, hadn't she? She had broken her promise to the Potters and stolen sothing. She had forgotten that this wasn't so abandoned place, like the Dragonmont, where she could take anything she wanted. She didn't think of the Starks, really, or their legacy. She had been selfish.
"Later," Lady Daphne replied, "This isn't over, not yet, at least."
The boy gave her a confused look, "What do you an?"
"This entire cavern is a trap, a last asure from Bran the Builder, who used his own body as bait."
"A trap against what? His own descendants?" Grenn replied with a small, hysterical tone.
"I'd like to think that the man who warded the entire crypts against being reanimated and still channels magic from whatever lies beneath the tree, into the body of each King of Winter, wouldn't want to kill his descendants. No, he did it against sothing else, the White Walkers most likely."
"But it's just a story…"
Lady Daphne gave the boy a severe look, "One does not build a structure like the Wall to keep out savages and cannibals."
Her husband continued, looking at the floating necklace which Rhaena had taken previously, "There was so kind of energy stored inside. Given the reactions, the dallions act like so kind of warning signal, likely against the energies of the Others, quite a clever trick, I admit; it should even work against reanimated wights since the magic itself is the sa. I do wonder how they got the energy, though, trapping one perhaps? Anyway, after so long, the dallion was sowhat unstable, and Rhaena's blood, which is Valyrian in origin, seed to hold enough magic to destabilise it. The energy was released, and the trap activated, which explains the frost." He looked at where the frost released itself, and froze completely, "Oh! We need to get out of here and very quickly."
They barely had any ti to move until hundreds, if not thousands, of odd symbols glowed on the walls of the cavern. Suddenly, everything beca far hotter, heat coming from the base of the Heart Tree, seemingly growing with every pulse.
Lord Harry raised his hand and released massive glowing circles filled with different symbols, seemingly fighting the original symbols. Rhaena gasped as she looked at the skeleton and saw it stumble forward. Above its form, the tree had shifted, its mouth looking displeased, and its eyes open. It almost seed to be moving, only for Lady Daphne to leap unnaturally forward, cut her hand, and touch the tree, stopping it from entering.
However, she could not stop the skeleton of Bran the Builder from jumping down towards the branch that she had conjured, his glowing sword rising, ready to impale them. Grenn tried attacking it with his bronze sword, which was cleanly cut through by the corpse's sword.
Thankfully, the boy was able to dodge away with skill, showing that he wasn't boasting when he claid that he wished to be a guard, even if he looked a lot more skilled than she expected. However, prodigy or not, he could not fight without a weapon. Rhaena's eyes widened, and she threw the Valyrian Steel dagger that she found in the Dragonmont towards the boy, "Grenn!"
He fumbled catching it, but his eyes widened as he instinctively used it to parry the spell. A loud clang ran through the entire room, more akin to a ringing, really, which released a pulse of energy that almost sent them flying out of the wooden bridge.
Grenn got up quickly and picked her up. "Where did you get Valyrian Steel?"
"Are you seriously asking this when you're fighting the fucking corpse of Bran the Builder?"
The boy's reply, whatever it was going to be, was completely swallowed by a loud whistling. What seed to be glowing lights seed to appear from the snarling mouth of the Heart Tree, which slowly morphed into people, akin to ghosts, really, each one wielding a sword, ready to charge at them.
The Skeleton got up, using the glowing sword as a crutch sohow. It was prepared to charge, only for everything to freeze completely, as she heard a loud yell, "Enough!"
Lord Harry jumped down, holding so sort of glowing stone that froze them. The circles of magic slowed down, spinning softly. Lady Daphne spoke up to him, "You stopped the collapse?"
"It's stable for now," he replied, "But I need to maintain it. I could cannibalise the network to do it instead of , but I don't think this is a good idea in the long run, especially considering what this place is for."
"You don't have to. The key is in the sword."
Lord Harry slowly walked towards the frozen skeleton, but Grenn, for so reason, walked forward. "What are you doing?"
"? Absolutely nothing," the sorcerer replied, seemingly in innocence, still walking towards the sword.
"This is Ice, the fad sword of Bran the Builder, after which the Starks' ancestral sword is nad."
Lord Harry humd and raised an eyebrow, "It is? I have to admit that I have never quite seen anything like it. The dallion's tal as well. They're seemingly made of the sa thing, almost like alchemically treated tals, given how long they held their enchantnts for. But that sword is a marvel. Absolutely beautiful, and far more complicated. It's also definitely not man-made or made by the Children of the Forest. How interesting."
"We need to leave this place be," Grenn spoke up, almost in a demanding tone.
"Yeah, quite the pickle, you see. If we leave this place, the trap will continue, and this entire place will fall into unreality. The collapse itself will almost destroy Winterfell completely, so, as you see, this isn't exactly an option."
"How?" The boy asked, "I don't understand."
"Well, you see how I said that this is a trap, I have to admit that it's pretty ingenious, if I say so myself. In case Winterfell fell to the Others, they would co here, with their wights unable to co forward thanks to the very powerful anti-necromancy wards. They will co to take what's beneath the Heart Tree. They will fight through the defenders of the castle, wielding the weapons in the vault, until no living being remains. The mont they enter, they will find themselves facing traps of Dragonglass, followed by a collapsing bridge, and fighting the combined might of all the wraiths of the Kings of Winter, untouched by their magic, not really their bodies, but remnants of what remains of them in the Weirwood network, given form. The skeleton itself acts as an anchor to the wards, a control spell, a part of the tree's mory, etched into bone, over the years of proximity. A guardian forged from mory, not flesh, a final sacrifice against the enemies of life itself. Quite poetic if I say so myself."
He turned towards the small army of frozen ghosts, ready to attack them, before looking up, "However, this is nothing but a distraction, as this entire cavern is sealed away from the world, and leaks into unreality, or as I call it, the void between worlds, taking the Others and the Heart Tree with them. A very clever trap, to be honest. It was in the na, wasn't it? This wasn't where Winter fell, after all, the White Walkers still live, but this was where Winter would fall, the last trap from the Age of Heroes. One that might have worked, if it wasn't for Rhaena's little accident. I'm actually quite impressed. I think that there are very few beings that could ever find their way out of this trap, and fortunately, I am one of them. I stopped the spell from progressing, but it's still there, powered by whatever is beneath the Heart Tree. The mont I stop holding it… Well, Winter wouldn't be falling here anyti soon."
Rhaena spoke up, feeling slightly guilty, "What's beneath the Heart Tree that the Others would want to take?"
Lord Harry didn't answer at first. His eyes were on the tree, on the mouth above the throne, and the faint red light pulsing beneath it, steady and unnatural.
"Sotis, what's left behind isn't just a trap or a weapon," he said. "Sotis... It's a gift. Sothing given out of sacrifice. A symbol of love. A beating heart, still echoing long after the body is gone."
Rhaena swallowed, watching him closely. He knew. She could tell. Whatever was beneath the Heart Tree, he'd known about it the mont they stepped inside. But he wasn't going to tell her. Not now. And maybe not ever.
She looked down, guilt twisting in her chest. She had broken the rules. Broken their trust. And this was the start.
Grenn, still tense, glanced at the glowing symbols illuminating the cavern. "We're trapped, then?"
"Oh, not quite," Lord Harry replied, "It would be foolish for soone to make such a trap without a way to deactivate it, a key to the way out, if you will."
"The key is in the word," Grenn muttered before walking towards the skeleton of Bran the Builder and carefully taking the sword from his grasp, as if it were the most delicate thing ever. Surprisingly, the mont that he touched it, the skeleton let go of it.
As if he were bewitched, the boy walked up the branch of the tree before stabbing the sword into the hole where the Throne of the first King of Winter once lay. Slowly, but surely, the wraiths walked back into the maw of the Heart Tree, whose features relaxed with a groan, and eyes closed peacefully.
The skeleton of Bran the Builder animated as well, before kneeling towards Grenn and turning into dust, leaving only the wolf dallion behind and his crown.
The glowing symbols disappeared from the wall, and Lord Harry removed his spells as well, and with a wave of his hands, the bridge rebuilt itself once more.
Silence reigned, with the only crimson light coming from the root of the tree in pulses. Lord Harry looked smug for so reason, "I should have also ntioned that only a descendant of the first wielder of the sword could ever hold it after him."
"How long have you known?" Grenn asked solemnly, having let go of the sword
Lord Harry waved his hand, and the crown and dallion floated towards him, "There were many signs, of course. You're a bit too educated and knowledgeable, too well-trained when you fought, the wards that stop trespassers into the crypts didn't affect you… If I had to say when I know, I'd say imdiately. There's magic in your line, kiddo, and believe , it's pretty recognisable."
Rhaena gasped at the realisation, "You're saying that he's a Stark?"
Grenn looked down for a few seconds before wearing the wolf dallion around his neck and taking the floating crown into his hand, "My na is Cregan Stark, the Lord of Winterfell. Or at least, I will be in a year if my uncle Bennard doesn't usurp ."
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