Free Web NovelChapter 3: Chapter 3 : The Black Brother’s Peril
At castle balck :
"WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS IS THAT !"
"OH GODS HELP US ALL!"
"HOW ARE THESE THINGS ALIVE"
Seeing the black brothers panicked faces was a fun sight. It was so rare to see men, this terrified. The entire watch had been gathered and the fear had spread like wildfire amongst the night’s watchmen. And these were meant to be the greatest line of defense against a potential world ending threat. But the blame was of the so called noble lords who never took the wall seriously in the first place.
Who in there right mind thinks that a seven hundred foot wall of ice, spreading across three-hundred miles and nineteen castles are just built to keep out savages.’Had I been the king, I would have atleast tried to furhter explore the lands of always winter’
Mark had thought this, which king wouldnt want to atleast not explore foreign lands or...well have it explored. In a world where dragons and cursed lands like Valyria exist, ice zombies sound reasonable but alas people are fucking stupid.
"What is this stranger?" Jeor Mormont asked, his voice suprisingly stable compared to the sheer adrenaline in his blood ’Eugh, that stinks ’ Mark thought before speaking.
"You know what this is, so let’s all calm down and start planning" They were all looking at him now, scared and accusedly. Especially Alliser. Mark had expected fingers to be pointed at him, people in this world were’nt self-aware for shit.
"You were one of our own dead brother’s clothes and bring this thing at our doorstep and then tell us to Calm down?" It was Bejen stark who spoke, much calmer then the others. ’Much like Qhorin he too was aware the." Mark surmaised, this was expected.
"Well you are welcome." Mark spoke with a calm voice and a barely noticible smirk. The others looked dumfounded, the sheer lack of panic on Mark’s face unsettling many.
"Welcome for what? Bringing....This...Thing here" Alliser uttered now. ’Gods, this is fun’
"Welcome for my contribution is potentially saving the world friend, there lies a threat beyond the wall that has begun to rise and it wishes to extinguish all life, any other day this would be just a wet nurses tale but now the proof lies ahead you now and once you show any corpse to the lords down south you can expect the aid you need to save the world brothers"
Marks words of logic finally calmed the room. The temperature had cooled down, the sheer fear had heated the room quite a bit. Only Mark noticed it, ’These damn powers are so damn cool, though whats the situation really, had he transmigrated after death or what? Did he have a system? and how had he unlocked his powers so quickly?’
"EVERYONE GET BACK TO WORK ! Qhorin and Yoren put the things in the Cell and watch over it, Lord Helios come with me" They all had assumed he was a noble, perhaps the killer looks, Mark had noticed how much taller to everyone he was.
He followed behind the group to jeor’s private quarters. Benjen, Aemon and Alliser had followed him.
He then had to explain the whole backstory of a lost lord again and no one belived it, ’Atleast they are’nt that stupid’ Mark had’nt bothered to correct his story, that was’nt the bigger issue here.
"And what about the Gared and Wymar" Benjen asked tho he had already know the answer. "I cremated them as was right" Mark answered "They would’ve turned into the dead things back there, if i had’nt" Mark explained further looking at their angry expression.
"Sooo, what do we do next?" He asked as alliser frowned.
"Is it ’WE’ already? Wearing Wymar’s clothes does’nt make you one of us foreigner!" Mark could only internally face palm at this dude. Bro just saw ice zombies and a foreigner was his concern.
"Its ’WE’ because these things kill without judgement. We are all at risk here" The lie came easily, only the regular dudes were at risk, NOT HIM.
"We have two corpses, let’s take one back to Winterfell eh?" Mark had said. It was terribly funny seeing theses men take offense to his words, these men here thought less with their brains and more with their pride. A foreigner talking like a friend set them off.
But in the end they saw reason. It was decided that Benjen would go off to Winterfell. They had asked me to acompany him as well for i was the one who bought the thing south in the first place. But I had refused. The seven kingdoms could wait. He knew that this would probably change everyting and the war of the five kings may not happen at all.
’But that was beside the point’ Mark thought to himself ’The reality is laid bare, I have all the power in the world and it would be a waste of time to hold himself back to interact with the main cast, why not travel and conquer Essos while Westeros bothers about this threat’
Mark knew it would be easy enough, He was a God now. And it would be easier to make the essosi slaves his worshipers. All he had to do was fly down and be the one saving them, ’Like Caesar’
He was going to be the god that Homelander wanted to be but failed miserably. But that was a shitty ending and a super world. Whats stopping him here.
With that he had requested a horse and some food to find a ship and go back to his presumed home. Or so he told them. He had to be belivable.
Now he would depart tomorrow to White Harbour, that’s what he told them atleast. He actually wished to head south, to the reach.
Mark needed friends and he couldn’t be bothered to waste his breath with someone he did not know in the story. He also needed intelligent friends to make his kingdom.
He remembered how he did not approve daenerys as a Queen because she failed to subdue the slavers even with all the advantages. But he did’nt know jack about ruiling either. So he decided he would make a certain helpless Fat boy from the reach an ally.
Samwell Tarly was trustworthy enough, good head and well fun to hang around. He might also find a certain drunk imp to join up too. All he had to do was give them the same old tale of gods and whatever and they would be in his pockets.
These two men could be great in ruiling but no one ever gave a try. Men who never were acknowledged. Now if a God acknowlegded them and asked them to join a greater calling, they would. Without a shadow of a doubt. ’Atleast that’s what i think’ Mark muttered.
The plan was made, he would collect his new friends and then find something valuable to buy all the unsullied. Then it would be smooth sailing from there.
With that he went to sleep.
The next Morning, Castle Black :
"Are you truly leaving us, m’lord" Will asked, the poor thing was practicalyy a devoted worshipper now. And hearing the new god he met leave the palce at a crucial moment scared him to no end.
"Fret not Will, this saga has only begun and i am sure odin has banished me here to test me, The dead will not march for some time now, and until then there are other duties i mest tend to. This world of man has been turned into a cruel and evil place, there are mortals crueller than many demons I know".
I spoke to him, this was genuine. Will was a good kid and this worls was absloutely shitty, like top ten worst places to live ever.
"When next we meet I shall have a crown on my head and the mortal worls at my heel, praise Odin the All-Father for sending me to you, and fight brave and fight hard, you are a good kid and the enemy is death, forget about the consequences now and do you’re duty. And if you pass we shall meet again in Valhalla"
Will was emotional, almost weeping like babe seperating from his mother. But there was now a firm resolve in his eyes, a purpose that was not there before. Perhaps Mark had ignited the fire in him.
Will was a nobody from knowhere looked down by all the world, but now he had met a god. A god that had put faith in him to protect and sold him a purpose he lacked in life.
Most people here were without pupose and they were empty, this was such a world afterall.
Mark coul’nt help but be shaken at the new found devotion in Will’s eyes. They had met yesterday and now he looked as they he would die at Mark’s singular comand.
This...Fanatic.....loyalty was more scary than it had the right to be. No wonder some could so easily get drunk by power. Mark had thought of Melisandre, the red witch just then. She too had preached a religion and she had men who once went to septs burn septon’s alive calling them infedils.
All within a year’s time no less. But she was just a witch, a woman good withnothing but teats. One word from her mouth should send red signals all over the body.
Then Mark thought of the High Sparrow. He too had commanded such loyalty. For he told people what they always wanted to hear. presented himself as the people’s voice.
Mark was now also going to do just that. He was going to bring liberty to desperate people’s lives and he was going to be a symbol of hope in this terrible world.
But Mark had just realized people who think they are doing the right thing without believing that they are without fault are often the worst types of people.
Samwell and Tyrion could be the voice of reason then. It was a good thing. Mark had thought off.
But he realized in that one moment that the entire world would bend to his will without a fight. And should he ever loose it here, no one could ever hope to stop him. So he must tread very carefully.
Just now his ego has consumed him while dealing with the Night’s Watchmen, that must not happen again.
Mark’s paln for worls conquest was complete and now he must walk the path. With this in mind he rode out. Looking back one final time to Will and to Castle Black.
He would be THE HERO this world so desperately needed.
