บท 500: Chapter 500: Winterfell
"The North remains unchanged."
Viserys, atop his dragon, felt the snowflakes falling around him. The biting cold wind pierced through his clothing, yet he felt no chill. His silver-gold hair fluttered in the breeze.
The Neck was the divider between the north and south of Westeros. South of the Neck was decidedly the south, while north of it was truly the North.
Most of the realm's inhabitants lived in the warmer south, for the North's harsh climate was inhospitable for crops and people alike.
Though it encompassed over half of Westeros, including the Land of Always Winter, the North was sparsely populated. Especially north of the Wall, closer to the Land of Always Winter than even the lands of the Thenns, it was nearly devoid of life.
In his spare time, Viserys had perused some of the books stored in the Red Keep, remnants from the Targaryen reign.
Books were neglected and even destroyed during the Baratheon era, lost to wars and neglect.
Robert had no care for these tomes, deeming them no better than rough paper for basest needs.
Viserys lamented the state of these works but managed to find some references to the Land of Always Winter.
A long time ago, a maester from the Citadel named Chield wrote "The King of Winter: Genealogy and Legends of House Stark of Winterfell." He theorized that the secrets of the White Walkers' origins lay hidden at the world's edge, waiting for humanity to discover.
Mounting Balerion, Viserys continued northward. As the moon rose and darkness deepened, they descended upon Winterfell.
The capital of the North, and a center of power, it was said to have stood for eight millennia.
Viserys's descent on his black dragon startled the 'natives'. The wights, unseen for so long, roared at the sky, only to be incinerated by Balerion's fierce dragonfire.
Splashing sounds echoed as Viserys dismounted. Winterfell seemed ravaged. Burn marks marred the walls, remnants of when Bran set a fire before leaping from them. Snow weighed heavily on rooftops, causing many to collapse, leaving ruins behind.
Perhaps in its eight-thousand-year history, Winterfell had never been so desolate. Its lords had fled to King's Landing, and apart from a few adventurers from the Free Cities, the North seemed abandoned, its life force extinguished. Even weeds failed to grow; only deep snow blanketed the ancient castle.
In the dim light, if not for Viserys's keen eyes and the map he consulted, he might not have recognized Winterfell from above.
"So this is the famed Winterfell."
"The origin of countless tales. I've always wished to see it, but never imagined it in this state."
The decay was poignant. Viserys felt his past imaginings of Winterfell's beauty shattered.
Now it was just ruins. And not particularly expansive, Balerion seemed a bit cramped.
Kneeling, Viserys lit a torch with flint and tinder. The light pushed back the darkness, revealing the devastation.
Most of the 'natives' had been turned to ash, but more wights might lurk.
Scattered wights still roamed the North, but their numbers had dwindled. The bulk seemed to have followed the Night King back to the Land of Always Winter.
Holding his torch aloft, Viserys ventured towards a tall tower.
"We'll rest here tonight, Balerion."
Balerion, tired from the day's journey, lay in one of the few spaces in Winterfell large enough for him and watched Viserys proceed, murmuring a low response.
They had departed from King's Landing the previous day, rested briefly in Riverrun, and then flew non-stop to Winterfell.
Balerion let out a rumbling growl, warning Viserys of potential danger, but Viserys simply waved him off.
Upon entering the tower, snow fell from above. The torchlight revealed its interior. It was a library, the Book Tower of Winterfell.
Viserys scanned the many bookshelves. Some held books, while others had collapsed, their precious contents scattered.
White Walkers didn't read, nor did they destroy for fun.
After a brief look around, Viserys exited.
"Legends say that during the Dance of the Dragons, Prince Jacaerys Valerion visited Winterfell on his dragon, Vermax, to discuss an alliance with Cregan Stark."
"Vermax supposedly laid an egg in the hot springs beneath Winterfell."
"Can you sense where it might be, Balerion?"
Balerion tilted his head, a confused expression on his draconic face.
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