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"End a life. The life of one who betrayed me, who betrayed my people, who betrayed the entirety of the human kingdom. I want you to kill the Three-Eyed Raven."

The gravity of the situation hung heavily in the air. The request was not made lightly, and Jorah could feel the weight of responsibility pressing on him.

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"Kill the Three-Eyed Raven? Why? What did he do?"

"I want to explain but I am afraid I have no time… Go seek the truth. Go to Hightower! They have the answers you need…"

The childish voice suddenly disappeared as if it were tired from speaking, and the white expanse faded away, leaving Jorah alone floating in the air.

"Ahhhh!"

Jorah's cry echoed through the chamber. His body seemed to plummet from a great height before he was jolted awake, back in his own bed.

"Jorah! Old Gods… What happened?" Lady Annara rushed into the room, concern etched across her face. Little Odin, startled by the commotion, joined in with his cries.

Jorah looked around, confirming he was still in his room and took deep, calming breaths.

"I am sorry. It was a strange nightmare. Come, bring my Odin here…" Jorah mustered a reassuring smile, taking Odin into his arms.

After playing with the boy and eliciting giggles, he finally handed Odin back to Annara. He planted a tender kiss on her forehead, speaking soothing words to ease her worries.

"Okay, you must have been tired from all the work recently. Why don't I arrange for the maids to give you a little relaxation?" Lady Annara whispered softly in Jorah's ear.

Jorah felt a rush of warmth from her lips, and his pulse quickened. What fortune to be married to such a wife.

"Leave it to you. I think I'll take a walk," Jorah said, kissing her before leaving the room. If one wanted a happy life, it was vital to keep a happy wife.

Outside, while walking, Jorah's mind continued to spin. House Hightower. Their wealth, their history, their reclusive tendencies. If one thinks carefully, they are nothing special now but they used to be the most powerful house before Targaryen's came to Westeros. But what truth do they have?

Jorah continued muttering his thoughts under his breath as he strolled around the island. He ended up heading towards Bear Mountain, and the serene surroundings soon washed away his worries. The cool breeze, the lush forest, and the vibrant nature of the clans brought him a sense of calm.

"Well, if you live in this world, you must face wizards, dragons, and gods. Can't do anything about it." Jorah finally consoled himself before feeling his confidence returning.

Yes, he knew the future. He knew all the players and was already strategizing for the game. So, what if there were new players? If his sword couldn't cut it, he'd turn to wildfire. If wildfire failed, he'd call upon the priestesses from the fire temple and wizards from Essos.

No one could threaten him or his family. Every enemy must meet their end. This was his unwavering resolve.

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Inside a white tower, shining under the sunlight with a flame burning on top, many floors below remains a hidden library. The walls around the library are made of black shining rock and in the library, there remains a collection of old books.

One table was placed in the middle of this small hidden room and a book was placed on top of it.

Today, after centuries, the book moved, its cover opened and its pages started turning before they stopped.

"The History and Legends of Gods and Immortals"

It was on this chapter, that the pages stopped and the book again became motionless. As if, waiting for someone to come and read. Waiting for someone to learn the secrets. However, all of this remains hidden from the outside world. The tower, which is the home of House Hightower remains busy with their daily duties.

The daughters of Hightower are busy with their music lessons while the sons are busy in their own interests. No one cares. Not even the present Lord, Leyton Hightower.

The long legacy and history of Hightower has long faded and left a family that is busy in currying favours from their current lord in Highgarden. This House, which used to be the rulers of Westeros before the Targaryen came flying on their dragons, is now nothing more than a mere shadow of its former glory.

However, when the pages turned, a wind blew across the ocean and many Raven across Westeros became restless.

The presence of magic in the air is something that cannot be kept hidden from the eyes of these Ravens and from these eyes, far away outside the wall, an old man was trying to locate the source.

Something happened, something magical but for the first time in a long time, he had no idea why and where.

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