Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 38 Bran's Dream
Am I floating to the sky, or am I falling?
where is this?

Bran sensed the world he was in.Not with the eyes, nor the nose, ears, skin, but the intangible mind.

He floats in a void of nothing to support, nothing to look at.

Is it dark or light?

It seems to have nothing, and it seems to be full of everything.

am i breathingcan i breathe
It's a wonderful feeling.There is nothing to do here, nothing remains the same, only the thought remains.

can i create something

The blank canvas was suddenly stained with a gray spot, and in an instant it expanded to the entire world.

This place has become a world of gray mist.

Bran gradually understood.It's a dream.

Bran couldn't remember having a dream like this before, but the gray mist all around seemed familiar to him.

It was strange that he was a little afraid of the fog.

Obviously everything is peaceful.

Bran didn't think he was so timid, it was just a dream, what danger could it be?
The gray mist suddenly surged and rioted.

Countless air masses rushed towards Bran, and he was submerged in the thicker sea of ​​fog.

Bran was dizzy for a moment, and then he knew.

I am falling, faster and faster, as if there is no end...

"Fly."

A voice sounded out of nowhere.

"Fly quickly, don't fall to the ground."

Bran saw a blurry ground beneath the gray mist, far away but seemingly approaching him.

What happens when you fall to the ground?
Bran panicked a little.

"Who are you? I can't fly?"

"I'm here." The voice was much clearer, as if it was close to the ear.

Bran saw it.

A crow hovered beside him, and he tried to reach out, but he couldn't get close to it.

"It's just a dream, I'm not going to fall to the ground."

Bran consoled himself.

The crow retorted disgustedly: "No. You will die if you fall, you must fly."

The ground was getting closer, and Bran heard the howling wind, and the gray mist made his cheeks ache, and he almost suffocated.

The gray mist in his eyes has turned into gray river water, even a fleeting gray streamer.

so high.so fast.

It is thousands of times more dangerous than jumping from a small two-story tower.

will i die?

He was about to cry. "But I can't fly."

The crow calmly landed on his hand, "I'm hungry, do you have any corn?"

Bran hurriedly reached into his pocket and fumbled, fortunately.

He spread his palms.A handful of golden corn kernels appeared and fell with him.

The crow jumped onto his hand and began to peck.

One bite, two bites, three or four bites.

The crow finally said again: "I have wings, and you have yours. You can't see them, but they exist."

"You are so scared, fear makes your wings curl up. Don't restrain them, let them stretch, and the wind will take you to fly."

Bran listened carefully to every word, still a little confused.

"Look down," said the crow.

Bran glanced down, an indescribable feeling gripping every inch of his flesh.

The distant and blurred ground has become Winterfell!
The view of Winterfell from the tower was not as amazing as it is now.

He saw Maester Luwin lying in a pool of blood in the darkness, and a shadowy figure was quietly moving away.

No!

The picture changed to the godswood in the sun again.

Father was washing the blood on the ice with black water by the small lake in the forest, and the mother standing by seemed full of worry and fear.

Father and mother left, and the black water pool became a calm mirror again, reflecting the tall and pale reflection of the weirwood.

The leaves rustled in the cold wind.

Seeing the reflection of the weirwood in the black water, Bran opened his blood-red eyes and looked over.

He quickly escaped.

Then, he saw the sleeping faces of his brothers and sisters.Deep, dark shadows stood beside their bed, one with a terrifying face, one in dazzling golden armor, and a taller and stronger faceless giant.

He looked north again, and saw the Impassable Great Wall shining like blue crystal.

Beyond the Great Wall are boundless ice and snow, forests, frozen rivers, and dead ice fields.

He kept looking north, and a light curtain appeared at the end of the world, and the heart of winter in the light curtain made his eyes cry.

"Winter is coming." The crow sat on his shoulder and whispered, "You have a mission."

"why me?"

Bran looked puzzled at the crow on his shoulder, and the crow looked at him too.It had three eyes, and the third eye was filled with a terrible knowledge.

The Three-Eyed Crow only said, "Fly."

Bran kept falling and falling.

He looked down again and saw nothing but ice, cold, and death.The frozen wasteland was covered with jagged blue and white ice needles, and they shot at him like flying spears, covered with dead human bones.

Will I join the dry bones too?Father save me!
Desperate terror gripped him.

"Can a man be brave when he is afraid?"

He heard his father's voice: "A man can only be brave when he is afraid."

"Right now, Bran,"

The Three-Eyed Crow urged, "Open your arms and fly, or fall to your death."

The ice needle screamed and stretched out its claws towards him.

Bran stretched his arms.The cold wind blows over his invisible wings.

He flies.

He flew into the sky, the terrible ice needles gradually receded, and the world below became smaller and smaller.

This feels great!
"I can fly!" he shouted happily.

I know.The Three-Eyed Raven flapped its wings and flew to Bran's forehead.

The ancient throne has stimulated Bran's blood, and Bran's soul has begun to awaken, so he has to act in advance.

Brandon, we're going to be one.

Its wings flapped against his cheeks, slowing him and obscuring his vision.He couldn't help swaying in the air.

Bran felt its gaze fixed on his brow.

Fear came over him again.

Click!

The boundless sky was torn in two.

Ang~
The behemoth behind the fire let out a long cry, and the howling wind swept the whole world with the ten thousand zhang fire snake.

The Three-Eyed Crow tried its best to flap its wings, but was still blown tens of thousands of meters away by the storm, with red, blue and white flames burning all over its body.

Bran was unscathed.

He looked up.

Dragons and giants occupy the entire sky.

A real dragon rider.

The dragon was more majestic than Balerion the Black Death, and larger than Vhagar.

The giant had white armor and a white robe, and also wore a white mask on his face, holding a peerless sword that was as black as smoke and as red as blood in his hand.

Is that Long Yan?

The Three-Eyed Crow finally extinguished the flames on its body. It spread its wings, and its body immediately became hundreds or thousands of times larger.

Its voice was still hoarse and harsh, "You shouldn't have appeared."

The tip of the giant's sword pointed at the crow.

"But here I am. The Three-Eyed Raven."

The giant lifted his mask, revealing a face that Bran knew and trusted.

"Your Highness!"

"it's me."

Bran sees the crown prince slashing at the crow with his sword.

"Don't trust this crow! I know them monsters, they are going to occupy your body!"

Bran believed it instantly.Sure enough, it was a monster.

The gray mist gradually receded, replaced by pure white rain and mist.

Rain and mist surrounded Bran happily.

He realized that this is my dream world and my power.

Rain and Mist joined the battle group, trying to interfere with the Three-Eyed Raven's vision, eroding those black feathers.

The crown prince's dragon spit out a sea of ​​hot lava.

The crown prince raised the dragon flame that was as bright as the sun, and red light, black light, white light, and silver light poured into the dragon flame and shot at the embarrassed crow.

The world begins to shatter.

The Three-Eyed Crow let out an "ah" before turning into dust.

Bran cheered.

The crown prince smiled at him, "This is a secret, don't tell others."

The world dies.

Bran returns to true darkness.

After a few breaths, he opened his eyes and turned over, and the little wolf was lying on his side and staring at him steadfastly.

It was indeed a dream, right?

(End of this chapter)