Dragons & Wolves Of New Valyria

The Boy Who Cried Wolf

Bran

'Are you ready?' Kinvara asked him as he sat on the pyre.

Bran nodded carefully.

He didn't want to think about anything else anymore.

All that mattered was his family surviving.

'For the record, what you are doing is incredibly honorable. Sacrificing your magic of your old blood with Rhllor to bring balance in this new world' she stated kindly.

Bran didn't say anything. A part of him wanted to turn back and go be with Meera and their babes but if he did that then Arya would die along with her child.

'Go on then my lady. Do your duty' he says.

He was thankful that she didn't do any chants.

She just lit up the pyre and Bran braced himself for the searing heat that would surge through the hot red flames.

But he didn't feel the heat, he didn't feel any pain. All he saw were the visions.

Bloodraven stood there and for the first time that Bran had seen him, the man was smiling.

'You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?' he asked.

Bloodraven nodded.

'I wished to tell you but you were still a scared little boy. I had chosen many champions to get the gifts the old god bestowed upon me but most had failed and others were chosen by other gods' the man stated.

Bran felt neither angry nor pained. He had made peace with it.

'Will the spell work, will it remove the power from the dragonbinder?' he asked Bloodraven.

The man nodded.

Bran smiled as he stood by the heart tree.

'You will see her again, her life will be lost to her in 50 years but to us that means nothing. Time has no concept in the place we are going' Bloodraven stated.

'And what place is that?' Bran questioned.

Bloodraven smiled.

'Valyria, a heaven of our own making. Come there are people who are waiting to see you' Bloodraven stated.

Bran followed with stride steps.

The scenery of snow against the hut of Bloodraven changed to one of spring, almost like a dream. One that his father used to describe where wolves would often hunt.

Bran moved closer and he saw people sat at a table.

Father and mother were there. Uncle Benjen, Rickon, Robb and his wife Talisa along with a little boy that he assumed was Robb's son. His aunt Lyanna was there with a man who had silver hair, Rhaegar. Queen Rhaella sat next to him as well along with his Grandfather, grandmother and the uncle he was named after.

Bran's eyes grew watery at the sight.

They all smiled at him, as if they were waiting for him.

Someone came up to him with a smile.

'Hodor?' Bran said as he started crying.

Hodor smiled.

'Actually my name is Walder' Hodor said, it was quite frightening to hear him speak more than one word but Bran didn't care as he launched into his arms.