Haldor went to bed with many ideas in his head. He had been thinking about everything he had learned after dinner and just needed to rest to do things right with the bears.
But even if he ignored the thought, he still wondered what to offer the bears, besides sharing the light diamond, which would share with them a more peaceful and enemy-free territory.
What they face in the far north are the White Walkers, creatures from the depths, or beings only heard of in fairy tales.
Like humans, the bears are in danger in the north. They should consider migrating to another place if the cold and the night continue to be as bad as they are now.
But unexpectedly, Haldor, who was sleeping, had a dream.
A long and deep dream, one that only true kings had.
It was not by chance that he was in a place like this; there must be something prepared for him to face and earn the right to continue living.
But he was not enjoying life; he questioned whether it was worth continuing to live.
His only solace was remembering his will to live when others wanted to take his life. Thinking of giving many some annoyance every day, he kept breathing.
Although it was not a pleasant journey, he would live by biting and scratching the path prepared for him to cross.
...
Coincidences were great; there were unnecessary destinies to know, but they were always present to mark a new path in a series of events that would develop through the decisions of just and unjust men.
Haldor, a Rhoynar with Stark blood, immersed himself in a vivid and disturbing dream while sleeping in the Shadow Tower in the far north. The icy air could not touch him in his dream, where a deep and resonant voice of an old man began to narrate an ancient story that could indicate the past or future of the world ahead.
"In ancient times, when light and darkness fought for dominance over the world, a single king rose to lead the living. This king, whose name has been lost to oblivion, rode a colossal dragon, whose scales, blue as the night, gleamed with the blood of his enemies. The dragon breathed blue fire, and its fiery breath lit up the sky with flashes of a combination of colors hard to describe."
Haldor saw the king, his armor shining and glowing under the intense fire of the seas, mounted on the dragon. Around him, thousands of armored bears marched with firm and rhythmic steps, their armor reflecting the frosty dragon's fire. Behind the bears, an army of more than a million warriors advanced, each with a look of determination and bravery that went beyond a simple will to fight; they were all willing to sacrifice themselves to win the war.
The landscape constantly changed, with Haldor seeing through the king's eyes and then from the perspective of a simple soldier. The scenes followed quickly: battlefields covered with snow and ice, the clash of swords, the dragon's roar, and the warriors' cries. Haldor felt the heat of the fire and the sharp cold of the far north, all at the same time.
"The king and his army advanced towards the heart of darkness, facing the hordes of nocturnal creatures that emerged from the north's cold. The White Walkers, with their bright blue eyes and icy presence, were led by an ancient and evil being."
Haldor saw the king raise his sword to the sky, a ray of light breaking the darkness. The dragon unleashed a blaze that enveloped the White Walkers, melting the ice and bringing life back to the frozen land. However, Haldor also felt the constant danger and threat that never fully dissipated.
At that moment, when he was about to visualize the king's face, Haldor woke up startled, his heart pounding. The dream had been confusing and disturbing, but strangely clear in its message to him. He knew that the far north was not safe, that a great war was coming, and that somehow he was destined to play a crucial role in that battle.
As the cold wind blew outside his tent, Haldor reflected on the dream. The old man's voice and the images of the king riding the dragon, the armored bears, and the million-strong army continued to resonate in his mind. He was sure he had to prepare for what was coming, as the world's fate might depend on it.
If he united the free men who were constantly battling each other, the giants, and the armored bears, Haldor could leave the far north without needing an appointment from his father.
Most men in the north live on an island; it is safe to live there if the horrors of the night ever return. But the other tribes and races in the north, beyond the wall, would have problems.
"I must unite them all." Haldor stood up, walked to the center of his room, which was extremely large, and in no time, an ice table formed through the magic emanating from his body.
The battle had given him a clear example of the battlefield; he also visualized the entire north with the help of the ravens.
Having a clear example of the north, Haldor began to draw the map with his vivid memories.
"The tribe of giants is in those mountains. If I want to follow the path, they must guide me to the coal forest and the river that does not freeze. The iron and coal mines are located in this place, somewhere at this point." Haldor constantly changed the map on the ice table, and after finishing, he slowly walked away from his work of art.
At the far north's back was the wall guarded by the night's watch. In front of that wall were the free men's tribes, and in the center was a vast forest followed by mountains. Without a fleet, the right thing would be to enter through the wall. If Haldor revealed his identity as Sarah Stark's son, he might gain a free pass to the south, where he would have an audience with the King, negotiating dragons against sorcerers.
This could be more peaceful; maybe there would be no war, no one had to die, and that the current King of House Targaryen should keep in mind.
But if, on the contrary, he chose war, he could somehow get the north's support, get the Rhoynar back scattered in the seven kingdoms, and on the way get even more political help.
Haldor was free of commitment; what family wouldn't want to see their daughter become queen?
What keeps the Targaryens in power are the dragons, the oaths, and the need for peace.
But since the ancient kingdoms, the Targaryens have never been rulers interested in their kingdom's prosperity; they have sat on thrones for a long time, ensuring peace and that their reign is not compromised.
"The Rhoynar regained their power long ago, but the Targaryens have not had more than a hundred experienced adult dragons in the war. The house of the dragon is weak; the Rhoynar are stronger." The heart of the Rhoynar was alive in the north; they still vividly remembered the war.
If they were waiting for a leader, he hoped to be the one to make the decisions.