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There are four tis in this world: Westeros, Essos, Sothoryos, and Ulthos.
Westeros is located in the westernmost part of the world. The long and narrow ti stretches from the por ice cap in the north to the south, spanning about 3,000 miles.
In the far north, there is a t and seemingly imperable Wall that spans 300 miles. It separates the nds of the Seven Kingdoms from the nd of eternal winter beyond the Wall.
The vast southerories are governed by a unified political entity, divided into erected but politically indepe regions.
The ti of Westeros is divided into four main regions: North, West, East, and South. The king appoints a local vassal as the warden and administrator of each region. House Stark of Winterfell is responsible for the North; House Lannister of Casterly Rock governs the West; House Arryn of the Eyrie guards the East; and House Tyrell of Highgarden oversees the South.
The climate of Westeros is the most peculiar among the four tis. Summers st over ten years, followed by long and harsh winters.
Additionally, there is the intense cold ah, apanied by a and strange legends. However, most people in the Seven Kingdoms believe these are nothing more than myths.
The White Walkers are a mysterious race that inhabits the nds of eternal winter north of the Wall.
Rumor has it that the White Walkers ihe ti of Westeros thousands of years ago. This desperate period became known in history as the "Long Night." Fortunately, uhe leadership of the "Lightbringer" and with the help of the "Children of the Forest," humanity was able to force the White Walkers to retreat to the nds of eternal winter.
Later, to prevent another invasion, the glorious Night's Watch was created for this purpose. They became sharp swords and imperable shields, statio the Wall, guarding the line of defense against the cold every night.
But that happened so long ago that no one distinguish truth from legend. The story turned into a widely spread horror tale, and the Night's Watch army ractically reduced to a pce of exile for criminals.
However, élia k was not just a legend but a real story.
The White Walkers would definitely return!
élia, wearing a thin fabric skirt, was sittihe window, looking at Winterfell shrouded in darkness. The city, bustling during the day, now seemed calm and peaceful uhe moonlight and light snowfall. She rarely had the ce to appreciate the city’s lively beauty during the day.
Still, she loved that pce, loved the city where she had lived for ten years — the beautiful Winterfell.
When she came to Westeros, élia was still in her mother’s womb, Catelyn. As a baby about to be born, even before fully uanding the situation, she “arrived.”
It took her a long time to uand the facts and accept the reality: this was a different world — the world of Game of Thrones.
When she was still a child, she discovered she lived in Winterfell. ark was her father, and her mother was Catelyn Tully. Worth mentioning, around her were the boys she was supposed to call brothers: Robb Stark and the bastard Jon Snoas also her brother.
Of course, there was also her twin sister, Sansa Stark, born on the same day as her. Although they were twins, élia always stood out for her appearance, which was different from Sansa's, even in childhood, when physical differences are less pronouhese differences, noticeable from an early age, became even more evident as they grew older.
Twins are typically categorized as fraternal or identical. élia and Sansa are clearly fraternal twins. Sansa has auburn hair, promi cheekbones, and bluish-gray eyes, obvious features of the Tully family.
Oher hand, élia has dark hair, and for some reason, a small strand of her hair gradually turned silver. Uhe moonlight, those silver strands seem to reveal a faint blue-silver glow. Her eyes are also dazzling blue, and her face, delicate and pale, resembles that of an elf from mythology. Her natural cold demeanor makes people subsciously think of id snow.
Perhaps she is, ihe embodiment of id snow.
élia was always different from ordinary people, not only because she was a strange visitor from another world but also because of her appearand other special traits. However, the Stark family reated her differently or with distrust. On the trary, she received even more love from the family because of it.
The Starks’ affe helped her more easily accept the fact that she had e to such a strange and dangerous world. In fact, that period was when her memories were sharpest.
Soon, élia realized that something was clouding her memories. Perhaps it was some natural w or an unknown force, akin to a god.
But regardless of the cause, she khere was an inexplicable fradually making her fet many things — both her experiences in her previous life and the events of Game of Thrones. Everything started to fade.
Realizing this, élia began to memorize and reflect daily. For her, it was enough to recall one more detail, no matter how small nifit.
She clearly uood how important those memories would be for her future life in this new world. She wao write them down, but as a baby, she had no way to do so.
Finally, when she was able to hold a pen, she already remembered very little. However, fortunately, she had worked hard to keep some essential memories alive, such as the events involving the Stark family.
She wrote her memories down gradually, in a nguage only she could uand. Fortunately, she never abandoned her native tongue. However, even wheried to deliberately recall her past, she could only vaguely remember certain people as, and not everything was clear. The sequence of events, although fusing, still held some value.
Over the years, she never gave up to recover those memories. Even though it was difficult and the ces were slim, she was fortuo recall a few importaails.
élia ofteed the tents of her notebook, ensuring she would never fet them again. After all, the unknown force hadn’t mao erase all of her memories.
Her name now was élia Stark, and even though she had fotten many things, she knew clearly that she was a character who had never appeared iory.
élia wasn’t sure if this character had inally existed but died at birth and was thus never mentioned, if she had beeioned but fotten, or if this character simply never existed.
But ohing she did know: she didn’t belong to the story. She was an outsider, someone from another world.
However, no matter what had happened, élia was here now. She had been drawn into the game, and an outsider could bee a variable. And variables could ge many things.
Like the Stark family!
Whether she had loved the Stark family in the past or was now a Stark herself, élia would never allow her family to be destroyed again.
She would do everything in her power to ge everything — she would, and she must!
“Lia, why haven’t you goo sleep yet? You practiced swordsmanship for so long tonight. Aren’t you tired?”
élia turo see Jon approag, the door already open. She had been so absorbed ihoughts that she hadn’t heard the door open.
“My father asked me to practice swordsmanship and archery, but my mother refused to let Arya learn. She’s already very upset. If I dare pin that I’m tired, she won’t speak to me for three days.”
Since she turned five, her father had personally taught her to wield a sword every night after dark, givihe ability to defend herself. Naturally, this was something Arya, and dreaming of being a swordswoman, envied. However, so far, among the girls in the family, only élia was allowed to openly learn swordsmanship, while the others, like Sansa, were educated to bee proper dies.
Of course, Catelyn never allowed élia, as a noble dy, to disregard femiiquette. During the day, Catelyn often personally taught her about behavior and manners. After all, she still believed that girls shouldn’t be educated in sword dances and ons, even though élia’s situation was quite unique.
Naturally, Arya was never allowed to learn swordsmanship openly. Since she practiced i and sought Jon’s guidance, Catelyainly didn’t know. As for her father, he preferred to turn a blind eye, to some extent.
“That’s why she sneaks over to me to learn. She really doesn’t follow the rules.”
Jon smiled and walked to the window, sitting across from élia. He looked out at the night for a moment and then turned his gaze back to her. Uhe moonlight, élia’s face appeared pale and cold.
Although it was still summer ieros, the North, he nd of eternal winter, received snow even during this season. The people of Winterfell were aced to this climate, but élia, wearing only a thin fabric skirt and sitting by the window on such a cold, snowy night, let herself be enveloped by the night wind mingled with snowfkes.
“Are you dreaming again? What are you dreaming about?”
Jon’s eyes were full of determination, which made élia pause and look outside. She stared into the endless darkness beyond the window, as if seeing the snowy, shadowy valley of her nightly dreams.
“It’s the same story as always: endless snow-covered mountains and snow valleys in the darkness.”
“And a Frozen Lake deep in the valley.”
Sihe age of five, élia had been haunted by nightmares. The ses occasionally ged, but what never altered was the endless snow and darkness. In truth, these weren’t the only anomalies in her being. There was always something more — something that definitely wasn’t part of Game of Thrones.
She was a variable, and her future was uable.
élia could only move forward to uhese mysteries. In three years, she and Sansa would turn thirteen. She had fotten much of the plot but remembered that when Sansa turhirteen, the king came to Winterfell and arrahe e between Sansa and the prince.
She couldn’t remember why the king came to Winterfell. Not even the prince’s name came to mind. Mas after the king’s visit also eluded her, but she khat year marked the beginning of the story. And she o be ready.
Over the years, élia had learned swordsmanship, bat, pharmacology, and even warfare. Anything that could be useful, she worked hard to learn. In such difficult times, being a noble dy who did nothing wasn’t what she wanted for herself.
“But there’s something different this time,” élia said, looking at Jon with an expression he couldn’t decipher.
“This time, I saw something in the Frozen Lake. I don’t know what it was. It shoh an ice-blue fluoresd was buried deep in the Lake, like a blue crystal…”
“I think it was real… It wasn’t just a dream!”
It had to be more than a dream. For five years, she had dreamed of that Frozen Lake, like a Pandora’s box stantly tempting her.
And now, finally, she felt that a breach had opened, revealing a mysterious ice-blue light.
No one could know what was inside.
Whether it was a dream or a nightmare, she had to fully open Pandora’s box to find the answer!
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