Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 38: Bran's Dream

Am I floating towards the sky, or falling?

Where am I?

Bran felt the world he was in. Not with his eyes, nor his nose, ears, or skin, but with intangible thought.

He floated in a weightless, colorless, and featureless void.

Is this darkness or light?

It seemed to have nothing, yet it seemed to be filled with everything.

Am I breathing? Can I breathe?

It was a strange feeling. Here, you didn't have to do anything, nothing changed, only thoughts remained.

Can I create something?

The blank canvas was suddenly stained with a gray patch, which in an instant expanded and contracted to fill the entire world.

This became a world of gray mist.

Bran gradually understood. This was a dream.

Bran didn't remember having such a dream before, but he felt a familiarity with the surrounding gray mist.

Strangely, he was somewhat afraid of this mist.

Everything was clearly so peaceful.

Bran didn't think he was so timid. It was just a dream, what danger could there be?

The gray mist suddenly churned and surged.

Countless clouds rushed towards Bran, and he was submerged in an even denser sea of mist.

Bran felt a burst of dizziness, and then he knew.

He was falling, faster and faster, as if there was no end…

"Fly."

A voice sounded from somewhere.

"Fly up quickly, you must not fall to the ground."

Bran saw a blurry ground appear below the gray mist. Although it was far away, it seemed to be gradually approaching him.

What would happen if I fell to the ground?

Bran started to panic.

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

"I am here." The voice was much clearer, as if it was right next to his ear.

Bran saw it.

A raven circled around him. He wanted to reach out his hand, but he couldn't get close to it no matter what.

"This is just a dream, I won't fall to the ground."

Bran consoled himself.

The raven retorted annoyingly: "No. If you fall, you will die, you must fly up."

The ground was getting closer and closer. Bran heard the roaring wind, and the gray mist made his cheeks ache, almost suffocating him.

The gray mist in his eyes had turned into gray rivers, even fleeting gray streamers.

It's so high. So fast.

It was ten thousand times more dangerous than jumping from the second-story tower.

Will I die?

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

The raven landed calmly next to his hand, "I'm hungry, do you have any corn?"

Bran hurriedly reached into his pocket to fumble around, thankfully.

He opened his palm. A handful of golden corn kernels appeared, falling along with him.

The raven hopped onto his hand in a few steps and began to peck at them.

One bite, two bites, three or four bites.

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

"You are too afraid, fear makes your wings shrivel. Stop binding them, let them stretch, and the wind will naturally carry you to fly."

Bran listened carefully to every word, still not quite understanding.

The raven said, "Look down."

Bran glanced downwards, and an indescribable feeling seized every inch of his flesh.

The distant, blurry ground had turned into Winterfell!

Even seeing Winterfell from the high tower was not as astonishing as it was now.

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

No!

The scene changed to the Godswood in the sunlight.

His father was scooping up the black water by the small lake in the forest, washing away the bloodstains on Ice, while his mother, standing to the side, seemed full of sorrow and fear.

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

The leaves rustled in the cold wind.

Bran saw the reflection of the weirwood tree in the black water open its blood-red eyes and look over.

He hurried to avoid it.

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

He looked north again and saw the Wall of the End shimmering like blue crystal.

Beyond the Wall was the boundless ice and snow, forests, frozen rivers, and desolate ice plains.

He kept looking north, and a layer of light appeared at the end of the world, and the heart of winter in the light curtain stung his eyes and brought him to tears.

"Winter is coming." The raven whispered on his shoulder, "You have a mission."

"Why me?"

Bran looked puzzledly at the raven on his shoulder, and the raven also looked at him. It originally had three eyes, and the third eye was filled with a kind of terrifying knowledge.

The Three-Eyed Raven only said: "Fly."

Bran was still falling, falling.

He looked down again and only saw ice and snow, cold, and death. The frozen wasteland was filled with jagged blue and white ice needles, which shot towards him like flying spears, covered with human skeletons.

Will I also join these skeletons? Father, save me!

Desperate fear enveloped him.

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

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

"Now is the time, Bran,"

The Three-Eyed Raven urged: "Spread your arms and fly, or fall to your death."

The ice needles screamed and stretched out their devil claws towards him.

Bran stretched out his arms. The cold wind blew across his invisible wings.

He flew up.

He flew towards the sky, the terrifying ice needles gradually receded, and the world below became smaller and smaller.

This feeling is great!

"I can fly!" He shouted happily.

I know. The Three-Eyed Raven fluttered its wings and flew in front of Bran's forehead.

The ancient throne stimulated Bran's bloodline, and Bran's soul had begun to awaken, so it had to act in advance.

Bran, we will become one.

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

Bran felt its gaze fixed on the center of his brow.

Fear struck him again.

Crack!

The boundless sky was torn in two.

Roar~

The giant beast after the fire let out a long cry, and the howling wind swept the entire world with ten thousand feet of fire snakes.

The Three-Eyed Raven tried hard to flap its wings, but was still blown thousands of miles away by the storm, its whole body burning with red, blue, and white flames.

But Bran was unscathed.

He raised his head.

Dragons and giants occupied the entire sky.

The true dragon knight.

That dragon was more majestic than "Black Dread" Balerion, and larger than Vhagar.

That giant wore white armor and a white robe, and also wore a pure white mask on his face, holding aloft a peerless sword as black as smoke and as red as blood.

Is that dragonfire?

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

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

The giant pointed the tip of his sword at the raven.

"But I'm here. Three-Eyed Raven."

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

"Your Highness!"

"It's me."

Bran saw the Crown Prince swing his sword at the raven.

"Don't trust this raven! I know these monsters, it wants to take over your body!"

Bran immediately believed it. It really was a monster.

The gray mist gradually faded, replaced by pure white rain mist.

The rain mist surrounded Bran joyfully.

He understood, this is my dream world, my power.

The rain mist joined the battle, trying to interfere with the Three-Eyed Raven's vision and erode those black feathers.

The Crown Prince's dragon spewed out a vast, sea-like torrent of scorching lava.

The Crown Prince raised the dragonfire, which shone like the sun, and red light, black light, white light, and silver light all poured into the dragonfire and shot towards the embarrassed raven.

The world began to shatter.

The Three-Eyed Raven "yelled" and then turned into dust.

Bran cheered.

The Crown Prince smiled at him, "This is a secret, don't tell anyone."

The world vanished.

Bran returned to the real darkness.

After a few breaths, he opened his eyes, turned over, and Summer was lying there, staring at him steadily.

That really was a dream, wasn't it?

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