(Game of Thrones) The Weirwood Wolf

(1) The Prayer

( POV Eddard Stark )

I sat in front of the Weirwood as so many of my ancestors did before me to pray to the Old Gods. My heir, Robb was on my right my bastard, Jon on my left and in my arms was my second born Robb's twin Thorin.

I gazed at my son taking shallow breaths, the only thing remaining of his left arm is a bloody stump and where he once had his left eye was just an empty socket. The maester said he wouldn't survive the night so I took him to the place where the Old Gods where strongest, the Godswood of Winterfell.

It is all my fault I should have never taken them out hunting my wife told me that six name days was to young but they where doing so well at hunting and we where only going a little into the woods the only things we should have found was a few rabbits. Instead we found that monster.

My horse is was down first and I hit my head on the way down my sons told me the rest later when I came around. Apparently Jon's horse threw him off and ran, Jon injuring his leg on his fall. Robb's horse had its throat ripped out and Robb was trapped underneath it so both my sons had to watch as the great black direwolf with glowing red eyes stalked towards their brother, my son with killing intent.

Somehow in all the activity Thorin had been thrown of his horse and had picked up a sharp stick that he was trying to use to keep the wolf away from his brothers. My sons that's when the giant raven flew down almost twice the size of any the maester owns. My sons say it swooped down twice the first slashing Thorins face the second plucking his eye out. They say that's when the wolf lunged ripping my sons left arm off.

Its then the guards I had ordered to stay away arrived after hearing the commotion only to arrive to my son one eyed and one armed jab a pointed stick through the wolfs jaw while a raven only half the size snap the neck of the one who took his eye. They say he moved with such skill it was as if someone else was controlling him.

I shouldn't have taken them out his mother was

*CAW*

I looked up to see the raven that killed the other that took my sons eye. The bird hasn't been far since the incident two days ago he's always watching with its piercing blue eyes.

I turned my gaze back to the heart-tree and said my last prayer to the Old Gods to save the life of my son my other sons doing the same. Then the eyes of Weirwood started to glow a bright red then the light turned blinding

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( POV Thorin Stark )
I awoke with a gasp. I looked around and only found snow and a Heart tree. How did I get here, that was all I could think about. But then my thoughts where interrupted by two men appearing the first was around my fathers age and he wore leather armour, he had an axe in his right hand and a sword in his left.

He was facing a old man who shared his face but aged by around twenty years the older man wore a long cloak and a pach over his left eye, in his hand he had a long spear made entirely of metal. They faced each other ready for battle when the younger spoke.

"Odin I'll not let you take over this child's life" spoke the other

"Don't you understand Eivor this is a chance to start anew in a different world where Ragnorok will never come" the elder replied

"Your meddling has already cost the boy an arm, eye and most likely his life. If you think I'll let you do more damage then your a fool high one." He said the title high one mockingly

"Wolf kissed I -"

He was cut off by a thunder in the sky, the loudest I had ever heard, the very earth under my feet quaked and when it ended I thought I heard the older man whisper 'Thor' who ever that is.