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SAM

The endless blizzard has been going on for years now. Our city has become an island civilization. We might think we’re the only people in the world if if not for the Witches and Wizards who sometimes visit carrying messages from the other survivors.

JON

Our first child, Padme, turned out to have my magical talent, which I had never been able to properly develop because it was at odds with my Force talent, which I already knew how to use when I was born into this world, and had only developed further after I had gotten here. She was not amazingly powerful at magic. But she was able to learn to do it well enough to use a wand. And so we sent her off to Edric’s magic school at Harrenhal. She was Shireen’s heir and people were already calling her the Witch Queen when she was just the Crown Princess. Both our daughter’s inherited their magic from me. And our sons inherited my talent with the Force. Like me, they were very powerful in the Force. While my sister Edmina and Bronn’s daughters were of the normal power level you would expect from a Jedi. Force talent was event rarer than magic. So as far as I know, I was the only person in the world teaching the few us us who had the Force, how to use it. I wasn’t teaching them how to be Jedi or Sith. Instead I was taking a more balanced approach. I didn’t cut my students off from their parents while they were young. And when they grew older, I encouraged them to marry and start families. Our oldest son, Stanis, married my sister Edmina, who is not, as far as I know, actually related to me. My father died before he ever told me who my mother was. But I’m pretty sure she was neither a Tully, nor an Ironborn. My youngest son, Robert ended up marrying Bronn’s second daughter. I taught my students how to do the meditation technique to pull themselves back from the Dark Side. So falling to the Dark Side is not the irredeemable life sentence it had been before my son saved me in my previous life.

Padme surprised us all by eloping to the Harrenhal Gods’ Wood to make a marriage oath with her cousin Ash Tully. When she found out, Shireen made her have a proper Royal Wedding in the Fleabottom Gods’ Wood so that everyone could attend. At the after party, Margaery confessed to me that Bran wasn’t actually Ash’s father, which made them not cousins after all. Padme surprised me again when she agreed to have a bedding, where she and Ash were stripped bare there, in public, and carried through the streets of the city in full view of everyone to their room in the Red Keep. They both had their wands in hand the whole time and I felt it when they cast spells to keep themselves warm before people started removing their clothes. I’m not sure whether it’s Margaery or Arya who has corrupted my daughter so much that she would allow this to happen. But I certainly blame that school. Being married to Ash makes Padme Lady of the Twins. When spring comes, she has plans to reclaim it for her second daughter. Their children all inherited his magical talent. All of them were more powerful than their mother, Padme, including her heir.

On the other hand, the grandchildren through my sons all inherited my Force talent, even the girls. The grandchildren Bronn and I have in common were the most powerful in the Force.


TRYSTANE

We continued breeding dire wolves even after we moved to Harrenhal. I worried about the problems of inbreeding, but thus far, we haven’t seen them. Every person with magic now has one, and lot of people without magic do. There are occasional incidents when people don’t treat theirs right.

I have been teaching my kind of magic to the students at Harrenhal. I start with a mushroom trip to guide them into the wereworld at the beginning of their third year, then repeatedly drag them into it to give guided tours until they can do it on their own. Arya’s daughter, Joan has eclipsed her mother as being the best at it. But by the time they are grown all of the wizards and witches can do it to some extent. The wereworld is getting crowded around Harrenhal with all of them dancing into it.


MARGAERY

When I developed the curriculum for my science class, I included not only basic biology and chemistry that was far beyond the understanding of that crap that was in the books we got from the Citadel, I also included some of the secrets I had discovered on my own. I added to that some of Edric’s potion making techniques, and would even bring in an occasional substitute teacher to teach how to make the few potions that we had the ingredients for. For that, the books from the citadel proved valuable in their writings about what plants and animals do and do not exist in this world. When spring comes, I have a whole list of magical plants that Edric has told me about that don’t exist. I plan to re-create them all.

Under the new rules I had established, my third child, Willow, was my heir. She married a fellow magic student from Last Hearth named: Brangen Speer. Their own children are students here now. She inherited my quirk of feeling more comfortable without clothes during the first trimester and with warming charms any woman can do that even in this endless winter There are enough fully trained Witches and Wizards that it is not hard to find someone to cast it for you if you don’t have magic, like my third daughter: Sequoia. I have accidentally created a tradition here in the Riverlands. At least at Riverrun, Raventree Hall and Harenhal.

The only other inhabited major keep in the Riverlands is Castle Darry, which has become a garrisoned fortress of the Others. Not only is it full of them, they also regularly send out patrols to the immediate area, preventing any overland travel along the King’s Road or the River Road.


TORMUND

Brienne returned from our little trip to the High Tower with another man’s child in her. This wasn’t apparent at first. Whis’par had blue eyes just like me. But as her hair came in, it was dark brown, not blonde or red like Brienne’s or mine. It didn’t matter. She’s Brienne’s daughter and I love her like she’s my own. She turned out to be the only one of Brienne’s children with magic and we sent her off the the magic school, at which she met the woman she married. Whis’par is the smallest of our children, but she’s still big for a woman. And her own children have inherited her magic.

Brienne settled into motherhood and enjoyed teaching all her children how to fight. Willow has plans to go to her mother’s Island when spring comes. I plan to help her. I only hope my Brienne is still alive then.

It was after the first ten years that Brienne noticed that I wasn’t aging. I had gone through the same thing with Delilah and I promised her that I would stay with her the rest of her life. The Power that makes me heal fast, also prevents aging. The only times I aged in my past life was when I took massive magical damage. Wounds and even lethal doses of radiation I could heal back from.


EDRIC

“Edric . . . why do you look so much younger than me?” asked Sansa.

“I was afraid this might happen,” I grumbled. “I told you about that past life, right? Well when I was seventeen, I acquired some magic devices of great power.”

“The Wand, the Cloak and the Stone, right?” asked Sansa.

“Exactly,” I confirmed. “All three of them are tied to my soul and have become a part of me. That’s why I can simply make them vanish when I’m not using them. But a side effect of them was that I stopped aging when I acquired them. I was stuck looking like a seventeen year old for the rest of my life. When I found myself here in this life, I thought, at first, that I had escaped that. For a while I was able to grow up and age. But I have come to realize that I stopped aging somewhere around twenty.”

“So are you going to leave me for some younger woman?” asked Sansa. “Like Margaery? She doesn’t seem to be aging either.”

“I asked her about that,” I told her. “She said that she is, in fact, aging. but her partial plant nature has caused it to be slower than normal humans. But I will never leave you for her or anyone else! You are my life! My Love! My Wife! I will stay with you for the rest of your life!”


For years we have been teaching our children and now our grandchildren how to do magic and science at the school. Harrenhal is not as secure as some places. When Bran died, everyone who knew where it was became a secret keeper. Many of the other places where I cast the Fidelitus charm are much more secure because other than me, everyone who knows the secret is there.

The students that we taught at the school learned a lot more than my first students had. By the time they finish, almost every student can apparate and shift into the wereworld. I have not been able to teach portkey creation. It’s too complicated without access to the resources we had when I learned it in the old world. Arthmancy is not even a magical subject we teach here. But quite a few students are powerful enough to cast a Fidelitus charm, including all my daughters.


One day, the wind suddenly stopped blowing. It was still cold and the snow was still coming down, but it was a gentle snowfall. There would even be the occasional night when the clouds would part to reveal the stars and the auroras. And the Others had changed their behavior too. They were only spotted going North, never south. Some of my more rambunctious students started making raids on the Army of the Dead when a group of them would pass Harrenhal close enough to see them.


JOFFREY

It seemed like a long time that I stayed there, buried in the snow waiting to attack a living person who never came. But then the call went out from the masters. It was time to leave, we were going north.

As we continued our trek, I realized that all of us were going north. The whole Army of the Dead was on the move. The wind had stopped blowing and the sometimes the clouds would part to show the stars.

We were passing through the Riverlands, somewhere near the frozen Gods’ Eye Lake, when out of nowhere, a group of living people riding on the backs of enormous wolves came charging out at us! All of them had sticks in their hands from which they were shooting fire at us. One of them waved her stick and a swarm of animals made of fire came rushing at me. The fire consumed me completely!

This time, when my mother appeared to me, the Others did not drag me back. I had escaped into the afterlife. I was reunited with my loved ones from every life. I was at peace. . . .