Hers Is The Fury

Origins Of The Night King

[Winterfell - Great Hall]

As the winter winds howled outside the great walls of Winterfell, the gathered Northerners huddled together in the Great Hall, their breaths misting in the cold air. The tension was palpable as Bran Stark and Samwell Tarly stood before them, their faces grim with determination.

"My friends, we have a story to tell you," Bran began, his voice low and measured. "A story of the past, of the very beginning of the Night King and the endless winter he has brought upon us."

Samwell Tarly, standing at Bran's side, nodded in agreement. "The First Men were destroying the forest, burning down the weirwood trees, and the Children of the Forest were dying. They needed a way to protect themselves, to defend their homes and their way of life. The First Men, your ancestors, had come to these lands and brought with them diseases and destruction. The Children of the Forest were faced with extinction."

"But they would not go quietly into the night," Bran continued. "They had a plan, a desperate bid for survival. They created the Night King, a being of darkness and ice, to protect themselves from the First Men." He nodded, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. "The Night King was once a man, a member of the First Men. The Children of the Forest took him and performed a series of dark rituals, infusing him with their magic and creating the Night King. They gave him the power to raise the dead and protect their lands."

Jon's eyes widened in shock. "The Night King was once human?"

Bran nodded. "Yes, he was once a man, a warrior of the First Men. The Children of the Forest took him and performed a dark ritual, infusing him with their own magic and creating the Night King."

"But why would they do such a thing?" Daenerys asked, her voice filled with disgust.

"They believed that the Night King could protect them from the First Men," Sam explained. "They believed that he could be their weapon, their shield against the invaders. And for a time, he was. He fought against the First Men and drove them back, giving the Children of the Forest the time they needed to rebuild and recover."

Bran nodded, his eyes never leaving the faces of his listeners. "But the Night King, as a human, had his own free will. He was not just a mindless weapon, but a being with his own desires and ambitions. He saw the beauty of the world around him, and he wanted to preserve it, to keep it frozen in time. And so, he turned against the Children of the Forest, using their own power against them."

Jon Snow's face was grim, his hand still on the hilt of his sword. "And now, he threatens all of us. He sees the world as a threat to his frozen vision of perfection, and he will stop at nothing to destroy it."

Morgana Baratheon, Robb Stark's wife and his Queen in the North, stepped forward, her voice strong and steady. "But we are not those First Men, my lords and ladies! We are not the ones who brought death and destruction to these lands! We are the children of Westeros, and we have endured worse than any army of the dead! We have faced famine and war and treachery, and still we have survived!"

The Great Hall erupted into cheers, and Morgana raised her hands for silence. "The Night King may have been created to protect the forest, but he has become a monster, twisted by his own ambition. He sees only death and despair, when in truth, there is so much more to life than that! There is love, and loyalty, and the strength that comes from standing together against the darkness!"

Her words echoed through the hall, stirring the hearts of those who heard them. For a moment, they could see beyond the fear and the dread, and glimpse the hope that had been so hard to come by. They remembered the bonds that had been forged in battle, the friendships that had endured despite impossible odds. And as they listened to Morgana speak, they knew that they were stronger together than they ever could be apart.