Interlude: The Last to Leave the Box was Hope:
You stood in the Throne Room, alone. You had wished for everyone to leave you alone, you had enough of court for the day, and there was a problem you needed to deal with before it became a problem for everyone to deal with.
The Shimmering Spirit of your brother, playing the Lyre, and the lute, sitting on what remained of the Iron Throne, without a care in the world. Though probably because he was dead.
"I love what you've done to the place, finally melting that damned abominable throne for what it is. Melting it down with Dragonfire as it was forged, getting hundreds of Valyrian Steel Swords in the process, and minorly destabilizing the realm with your actions. Not even I was that brazen, and somehow Westeros hasn't collapsed yet." He jested as he sat up, and smiled. "It is good to see you brother."
"Rhaegar, what are you doing here?" You asked as you walked towards, him, and stood at the base of the Throne. "I thought you-"
"I was going to haunt Jaime, but I decided it would be a greater use of my limited time here, to warn you about the dangers you have unleashed upon this world." He stated, dropping the instrument he was playing, where it dissipated into shadow and memory. "Seems you have broken a great deal more than this throne when you destroyed it."
"What?" You asked as you took a moment to look into the soulful and weary eyes of your brother. "Your not making much sense."
Rhaegar sighed. "Well, remember when you first started to understand the world around you in the way that could… affect and see everything and nothing?"
You thought back to the broken glass in Lys, what you destroyed it with a single poke of a dagger. "Yes."
"Take a look at the throne. Take a look deeper than you have before, deep into the primordial world that is in all of us." He said.
You focused, for a moment, before seeing your vision blur. tt comes slowly, at first, and it doesn't feel like sight, exactly; more like the free association that might come with looking at something and knowing other things about it that you aren't physically seeing at that moment. You don't see a fire inside of you, yet you perceive heat, energy, the sedate but implacable power of molten earth ready to flow freely. You perceive a dragon, fire in its throat and ready to strike, proud and wrathful, but aloof, watching, eyes like burning rock and shrouded in smoke. "Yes, keep going!" Rhaegar cheered. "You are almost there."
For a moment you thought you were falling or was it flying, the ground beneath you was empty and you felt a dark void beneath you, an ever consuming void that was now beneath you.
And then you saw it, deep beneath the great void, the energy of… Everything.
Flowing, ebbing, moving with every breath, with every heartbeat, with every single beat of energy being created and used by so much of the world. They went everywhere, yet in a way, they went nowhere, nowhere that you could see.
"What is this place?" You asked.
"A Place of dreams and awakening. A place between reality and something far more." Rhaegar said as he sat down. "A place that can show you everything, but shows you nothing at all, depending on your idea or point of view."
You blinked and realized that the void was gone, and you were in another place, another time. In a field of flowers, and a heart tree. "Where-"
"Safe," Rhaegar stated. "Your body is still very much safe, though it looks like you have fallen asleep on the throne. Though your spirit has lingered with me for a time, and you seem to be looking for something… The truth on what you have unleashed."
You realized that Rhaegar had changed, gone was your brother, the bloody corpse with a lyre and a harp that sat on the throne. Instead, you were looking at your brother as you remembered him when you heard him wear at the tourney of Harrenhall. He was not armored. He was wearing a black tunic and riding pants, with a small silver crown on his head. But you had never seen him outside his armor in those days. When he went to go to the war. When he died.
"What has happened?" You asked.
"I am not entirely sure myself, even being dead and understanding the great upheaval that you have caused better than man alive do." Rhaegar replied as he sat down at the heart tree, taking a moment to look up to the bright blue void above. "I can only surmise that you have broken down the magical barriers that had been placed up over the centuries by the various groups of people all over the world. From the Ironborn, the Northmen, the Andels… Everyone who had sought to protect themselves from the chaos that once ruled the world. The magic that caused so many civilizations to fall. These barriers, now broken, have brough magic back. And the world is not prepared for it."
You froze. "And the Iron throne was a barrier?"
"The most powerful one ever created, when Aegon Forged Westeros, he was not just placing the symbol of the union as his throne, he was also ending any magic that the Native Westerosi possibly had. Unknowingly of course. But with how much blood had been used to forge the throne, how much magic was created and trapped in it, he had created an artifact that would make the king who sat on it their true form. Maegor into a warrior without peer, a dragon rider and conquerer, a tyrant. It could have turned you into a man who could control the world, in a way, with intrigues and spies and agents in all forms of government. Yet in it's destruction, the magic expelled, leaving you the Valyrian Steel Swords, and even awakening the powers of magic in those that have the blood."
Rhaegar smiled at that. "You have brought magic to the world, and for all time it seems, for in your hastiness and destruction of the throne, you have broken all the other barriers."
"It's all on me." You whispered.
"You didn't know." He replied. "No one knew what would happen when the throne would be destroyed. But I'm glad it was you who destroyed it."
"Why?" You asked. "I might have doomed the Realm!"
"Indeed. Or you might have saved it." Rhaegar stated. "If it were any other man, he may see this great calamity as a sign that the would end. Nothing ends. Only begins again."
"But I have a duty to my people, to Westeros to protect them from what I have caused!" You raised your voice.
"And that makes you the best man that this world needs. That Westeros needs!" Rhaegar stated. "You can give this kingdom, this nation, the stability it needs to survive the coming storm. The storm that you caused. And weather it. Survive it."
"What have I caused?" You asked.
"A great calamity. The evil in this world is now, at this moment, the most powerful it has ever been, and in this great change, they may seek to end this world and rebuild it with their own image. Or worse. Destroy it entirely." Rhaegar stated.
"Do you know what it is?" You asked your brother.
"I have seen a glimpse of it. A Glimpse that I can show you. But it is up to you to prepare yourself for what you may see. And know this." He then hugged you. "Do what you think is right, and I will love you always."
And your world went black.
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You awoke on the Throne and saw what Rhaegar showed you again in your memories.
What did you see:
[]The Fire of the East: You saw a great flame consume the Great Grass Sea. A Fire was rising all over Essos that was consuming everything in it's path. And leading it was a Monster you thought you would never see. Typhoon, the Mother of Dragons. The Doom was coming again, and this time, it would consume the Entire World.
[]The Box is Broken: There is Darkness coming, from below. Deep beneath the surface of the Great Labyrinth of Leng, there is a labyrinth that needs to be locked. The Lock is broken and now its evil is seeping all over the world. Chaos is being sowed. And whatever is locked in that deep dark hole. It wants out.
[]The Sunset Invasion: The Ghosts of the Past are coming back to Haunt Westeros. Brandon the Shipwright found something in the west, and then he died. But it seems whatever came from the West is coming east. To enact Vengence for a crime no one knew was commited.
[]The End of History: He showed you nothing. No great clash, no monster to fight, no invasion to stop. There was only Westeros. There was only you. And in the end, there were only the people under you, that could cause the most brutal thing you could witness. The End of Westeros. The End of a Dream that Aegon Started. The End of, some might call, history itself.
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Reward: Magic has returned to the world and there are numerous people all over the world that have access to it.
There are many in Westeros that now have magic. And they are scared, confused, and frightened of the power they have.
The Faith is Beginning to mobilize an inquisition to hunt down and find these magic users, and kill them.
You may now influence the Faith to not start enacting purges, inquisitions and get a new High Septon in charge that is more willing to be what the Seven-pointed star tells them to be. Good men, good women, with hearts of kindness and openness.
People who won't go against you, and hundreds of years of tradition.
AN: Enjoy.
And for this one: Approval voting is allowed.
