Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 193: Changes in People’s Hearts
From the dense forest came the roar of wolves, the bleating of sheep, the screams of fear of people, and the wailing of dogs.

At some point, the sounds stopped. Only the sharp autumn wind blew through the willows, and the branches rustled and whispered.

There was no expression on the hound's ferocious face, except for the twitching corners of his mouth. He watched as a Frey team escorting food and grass was attacked by a pack of wolves, which bit all the horses, cattle, sheep, dogs, civilians and even knights in the team to death.

The hunting dogs and the wolf girls watched all this on the hillside. After the attack was successful, the pack of wolves began to enjoy a feast of horses, cattle, sheep, dogs and fresh human flesh.

The hounds noticed that some of the smaller gray wolves in the pack were afraid of humans, even dead humans, but as they ate the corpses, it wouldn't be long before these wolves became even more brutal.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would have been hard to imagine that a pack of wolves had directly attacked a baggage train led by several Frey knights flying the twin-tower banners. A few wolves died in the process, but in the end the wolves killed all the survivors in the team and turned them into a feast.

The leader of the wolf pack is a giant female wolf. Hundreds of wolves act under the leadership of the female wolf like an army.

The Hound thought of the rumors about the "Young Wolf Lord" Robb. It was said that the Young Wolf Lord would bring his direwolf to the battlefield every time he went to war. The direwolf was famous and killed many people on the battlefield in every battle. And now, this wolf girl...
Arya sat on the horse named Coward and watched for a long time. "Let's go. There's no need to wait. They will catch up."

The Hound snorted, the corner of his eye twitching on the side that was burned. "You wanted to kill me in my sleep before, why don't you do it now that you can do it?"

"I don't know the way to Riverrun," Arya answered, "and I need you to identify me for me. My uncle doesn't know me. I thought it through last night. You're right. It's no use going to the Wall alone. I need to go with a group, as Nymeria did."

"Your she-wolf can still teach you these?"

Arya said nothing.

Last night, for some reason, after contacting Nymeria, Arya remembered the original intention of naming her wolf. She had hoped that she could become someone like the warrior queen of Rhoynar. When the Valyrians invaded Rhoynar with blood, fire and dragons, the legendary Queen Nymeria led the refugees, women and children, to begin exile. Ten thousand ships sailed from Essos across the narrow sea to Westeros, and finally came to Dorne, forming an alliance with the Martell family and conquering the entire Dorne together.

From that moment on, a thought kept echoing in her mind. Jon was in danger at the Wall. If she wanted to go to the Wall to help Jon, she shouldn't go back alone, but should bring the army with her, so that she could truly rescue Jon.

She is very confused now.

She recalled that when her father was in trouble in King's Landing, his guard Desmond told her that "one of us northerners is worth ten southerners". But the truth is that Desmond is only worth one. When the Lannister knights slaughtered the northerners in the Tower of Prime Minister, she saw Desmond's body while escaping, and there was only a Lannister red robe knight wearing a lion helmet lying dead next to him.

She also recalled the death of Mycah, the butcher's boy. No brave knight questioned or drew his sword to help, not even her father, the Lord of Winterfell, stepped forward to stop it.

At that moment, an idea took root in Arya's mind: the so-called brave knights might not be reliable, and relying on others for protection would not protect anything.

Later in Harrenhal, Arya witnessed Jaqen H'ghar's miraculous assassination skills and saw how one person seemed to be able to control fate. In fact, her inner admiration for personal ability was far greater than her understanding of the army.

In fact, Arya never thought that she would become a lord or leader of an army one day. Her mother wanted her to be a lady, and her father allowed her to be willful but only to a certain extent. She only thought that she would not have to be as boring as Sansa, and hoped that she could be as free as the boys.

However, last night, somehow, Arya suddenly realized that if she could have hundreds of loyal and brave companions around her like her wolf Nymeria, she would no longer have to entrust her fate to others, and she could also bring her companions to help her only remaining brother Jon.

Become the Guardian of the North.

There was a voice in her mind telling her. Only by becoming the Warden of the North and gathering enough people around her, can she help her brother and return to Winterfell. Otherwise, she can only continue to be powerless to do anything about it. There was a voice in her mind telling her. There is no time to wait for you to grow up slowly, Arya, you must become the Warden of the North.

Arya couldn't understand, was it her own inner voice, or was it the ghost of Bran that she saw in her dream last night speaking?

Arya knew very well that she had never thought of becoming the Warden of the North or the Lord of Winterfell, but there was a voice in her heart that kept echoing, as if that was her mission she had to fulfill.

This left her confused.

She had no idea how to resolve this confusion.

Since last night, Arya's heart has been filled with emptiness and confusion. When her mother and Robb were still alive, she only wanted to return to Winterfell, to her mother and Robb, because she was worried that her mother would blame her for her willfulness and wildness. But as the bad news about her mother and Robb, Bran and Rickon came one after another, she was left with nothing but emptiness and confusion.

She suddenly realized that she never seemed to know what she wanted to do or what she wanted to be.

Last night's dream and the voice in her head gave Arya a goal. She could only bear the sudden emptiness and confusion in her heart alone, trying to put aside these thoughts and only think that Jon was in danger and needed her help. At least now, she had a goal and seemed to know how to achieve it. She had an inexplicable belief in her heart that becoming the Warden of the North would allow her to see Jon.

Lone wolves die, pack wolves survive. She had already heard that Sansa was missing in King's Landing, whether she was alive or dead, and Arya realized that she had no other Starks. She knew that the various aunts and uncles she was looking for were not Starks. They were not wolves. Only Jon, who was thousands of miles away at the Wall, was Jon, even though his last name was Snow.

Suddenly, Arya remembered that she didn't seem to pray last night. It felt strange because she never forgot to pray before going to bed.

She tried to remember the prayers, but felt strangely as if those names had become strange and distant. She silently said in her heart: "Ser Gregor the Mountain, Polliver, the Tickler, the Hound, Dunsen, Raff the Sweet, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei."

hound.

Arya turned to look at him.

As the Hound had asked, why didn't she kill him last night? She asked herself, why?

Arya tried hard to recall the butcher's boy Mycah, but found that she could not remember what he looked like. After all, they had known each other for too short a time, and Mycah had only practiced sword skills with her a few times on the road.

"The Hound," she told herself suddenly, "he can't die yet. He has to prove his identity to me."

Wait till Riverrun...

However, it was not until he was confirmed in Riverrun and was named the Duke of Winterfell with the support of his uncle Blackfish that Arya did not kill him.

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Bran watched a new branch of the twisted white weirwood wither before him and wondered what he had done.

He couldn't think too much, and forced himself to look around. He was sitting on a weirwood throne, listening to whispers in the dark, and a crow hopped on his arm.

The songs of the children of the forest will come from far away.

There are only dreams and whispers in the dark.

The Three-Eyed Raven promised to teach him how to fly. Yesterday, the Children of the Forest brought him something called Green Spring Water, which is only given to the few who are still mortal. It is said that drinking from the spring allows mortals to listen to the whispering of the leaves, see with the eyes of the weirwood, and see with the eyes of the old gods.

Then the singers made Bran a throne of his own, just like the one Lord Brynden had sat on, white weirwoods streaked with red, dead branches tangled around living roots.

Bran sat there, listening to his teacher's hoarse whisper. "Never fear the dark, Bran." The lord's words were accompanied by the rustling of leaves and wood. He turned his head slightly. "The strongest trees send their roots into the darkest places of the earth. Darkness will be your clothing, your shield, your breast milk. Darkness will make you stronger."

Here, sleeping and waking up became another form of things, dreams became lessons, and lessons became dreams. His teacher warned him not to go too far in dreams, and not to try to change in other people's dreams. However, in the next dream, he went a long way, and he saw Arya and her Nymeria. He remembered his subconscious actions in the dream, but he could not be sure what he had changed.
He didn't tell his teacher, but his teacher seemed to notice it and just sighed deeply. "The Greenseer's dream has the past, present and future, Bran. You must learn to distinguish them. Don't be bound by the past, and don't be swayed by the illusions of the future. You must stay in the present, not the past, nor the future."

Bran didn't understand, so he asked Lord Brynden what it meant.

"Do you believe that all prophecies will come true, Bran?" Lord Brynden asked him.

"I don't know. It depends on who is making the prediction."

"How do you know the madman who made the prediction didn't just think he saw the future? If it doesn't happen, does that mean the prediction and the future are false?" Brynden asked.

This was a bit too profound for Bran, and he didn't know how to answer it.

"You will know sooner or later. It's too early for you to tell me now."

The teacher didn't blame him, but Bran realized that he had done something that perhaps he shouldn't have done.

(End of this chapter)