The White Wolf of Winterfell

Chapter 4: Year 280

The North beyond the wall, or as some of the wildings and those who inhabit those lands outside of human knowledge, called it. The True North was a land forgotten by all, even gods. Yet, there was a sense of allure, of a mystery that Galadriel couldn't quite ignore. She was flying above the frozen forest, way outside the reach of any human, with Pandora's Actor at her side, and a certain creature who was hugging the Treasury Guardian with all her might.

"Please, do not let me fall!" Leaf whimpered as Pandora's Actor only patted the head of the strange creature.

"I will not do such a thing, young lady."

Pandora's Actor said, with a rather amused tone of voice that made Galadriel smile.

"So, here we are... the Haunted Forest. I have heard of it so many times before. But to see it is quite amazing."

Galadriel said, and for a brief moment. She felt things moving down below there. Spiders made of ice could be seen far away, hidden behind the trees, trying to not be bothered. Galadriel now wondered how many creatures do exist whose existence could be similar to the ones of Yggdrasil. She couldn't be sure, yet she wanted to know more.

"There are spiders, gigantic spiders of ice," Galadriel said, and Leaf only nodded.

"There are many other creatures, magic creatures. Most of the time, they'll hide. But, as long as you don't bother them. They'll not bother you."

"I see. Well, good to know."

Galadriel said as the group flew down, reaching the ground. There, she saw a white weirdwood, a very large weirdwood. Galadriel also saw many crows standing around the tree, watching her every move, and she couldn't help but wonder. How much she'll learn today. Still, she had to keep her guard up, and with a simple nod to Pandora's Actor. Both walked inside the small entrance to what it looks to be a cave.

"Follow me," Leaf said, feeling glad to be on the ground again.

Galadriel did as she was told and followed the Children of the Forest. And inside the cave, she noticed many things. Ruins of sorts, and saw the tree roots carving the stone with life. It took not long before Galadriel and Pandora's Actor reached the center of the cave and upon a large rock with many roots, a figure was looking at them. A person, or not quite a person, but a frail entity with a wooden face.

"You came faster than I expect," the Last greenseer spoke, with a low and gentle voice.

"With such an invitation, how could I make you wait?" Galadriel replied.

The wooden thing only took a deep breath, or something akin to taking a breath. Galadriel could see the face of that person, and the silver hair and one red eye made her question, who was that thing? But it seems as if the creature already knew her questions.

"I know what you're asking yourself."

"Do you?" Galadriel replied.

"Indeed... I was not like this, not always. But I was once a man, from the south. A long time ago. Before my body became one with the roots of this tree. I was once called Brynden."

"Brynden?" Galadriel muttered, as she was trying to remember where did she had heard that name before. Galadriel thought hard and kept on looking at the last greenseer. The silver hair, the one eye. Galadriel swears. That name was the echo of someone important in history.

He is from the south; he says. Brynden, that's his name. Or was. Where did I hear that name from? Galadriel wondered.

"You're a... Targaryen?" Galadriel asked, trying to put the things together. And a chuckled could be heard.