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Bran Stark + Welsh Mythology, Brân the Blessed ↳inspired by this post {click on the images to view them full size and read the text}
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Bran, Lord of Winterfell by David A. F.
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“Family, duty, honor.” "Those are Tully words… your mother’s. Are we playing a game?" “Family, duty, honor… Is that the right order?” "You know it is." “Family comes first?” "Your mother had to leave Winterfell to protect the family." "How can she protect the family if she’s not with her family?" "Your mother sat by your bed for three weeks while you slept." "And then she left! Why did she leave?" "I still can’t tell you, but she will be home soon." "Do you know where she is now? Today?" "No, I don’t." "Then how can you promise me she’ll be home soon?" "Sometimes I worry you’re too smart for your own good."
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"What will I know?" Bran asked the Reeds afterwards. "What do the trees remember?" "The secrets of the old gods," said Jojen Reed."Truths the First Men know, forgotten now in Winterfell… but not in the wet wild. We live closer to the green in our bogs and crannogs and we remember. Earth and water, soil and stone, oaks and elms and willows, they were here before us all and will still remain when we are gone." "So will you," said Meera.
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"I want you to say the words. Tell me who you are.” “Bran,” he said sullenly. Bran the Broken. “Brandon Stark.” The cripple boy. “The Prince of Winterfell.” Of Winterfell burned and tumbled, its people scattered and slain. The glass gardens were smashed, and hot water gushed from the cracked walls to steam beneath the sun. How can you be the prince of someplace you might never see again?
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I’m not alone. My brother is with me.
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Even in the dark room, Bran could feel his brother’s smile. “And afterward, we’ll ride north to see the Wall. We won’t even tell Jon we’re coming, we’ll just be there one day, you and me. It will be an adventure.”
“An adventure,” Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark he could not see the tears on Robb’s face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together.
i dreamed of a winged wolf bound to earth with grey stone chains; a crow was trying to peck through the chains, but the stone was too hard and his beak could only chip at them.
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I dreamed of a winged wolf bound to earth with grey stone chains…
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Wayward winds, the voice that sings of a forgotten land See it fall, child of wolf, lend a mending hand
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fly, a voice whispered in the darkness, but bran did not know how to fly, so all he could do was fall.