The road back to Winterfell was cold and quiet, the chill of the northern air seeping through the thick cloaks of the party riding beneath the towering trees of the wolfswood. Lord Eddard Stark led the group, his face stoic and unyielding as ever, though his eyes occasionally glanced to his sons, who rode slightly ahead. Robb and Jon rode side by side, their horses trotting at an even pace, with Theon Greyjoy trailing behind them, wearing his usual smirk.
It was Bran's shout that broke the stillness.
"Father! Come quick!"
Eddard turned sharply in his saddle, his brows furrowing as Bran ran toward him, his small boots kicking up snow. Robb and Jon had already stopped their horses and dismounted, curiosity etched on their faces.
"What is it?" Eddard asked, his voice calm but firm, as a father's voice often is.
"A direwolf," Bran panted, pointing down the road. "A big one. And it's dead."
That caught Ned's attention. He dismounted swiftly, handing the reins of his horse to one of the men-at-arms. "Show me."
Bran led the way, his small legs moving quickly over the uneven ground. The others followed, their boots crunching on the snow. It wasn't long before they came upon the body.
The direwolf lay sprawled across the frozen ground, its fur matted with blood. Its size was immense—larger than any wolf Eddard had ever seen, its head alone as big as a man's chest. A broken antler jutted from its throat, the jagged edges stained red.
"It's huge," Robb whispered, awe in his voice.
"The Starks of Winterfell are meant to have wolves," Jon Snow said, his voice quieter, almost reverent.
Theon Greyjoy snorted, stepping closer to the corpse. "Not this one. It's dead." He nudged the body with his boot for emphasis, earning a sharp look from Jon.
Bran knelt beside the direwolf, his small hands brushing over the thick fur. "It's so sad," he murmured. "What could kill something this big?"
"This," Ned said grimly, kneeling to inspect the antler. "A stag. The wolf and the stag, locked in battle." He frowned, his thoughts drifting to darker omens.
"It's a sign," Jon said suddenly, earning a curious glance from his father.
Robb crouched beside Bran, his sharp eyes scanning the wolf's body. "Father, look," he said, pointing toward the wolf's hind legs. "Pups."
Ned followed his son's gaze. Sure enough, nestled against the dead wolf's belly were five small shapes, their eyes closed and their breaths shallow. "Direwolf pups," he said softly.
"Five of them," Jon said. "One for each of the Stark children."
Theon laughed. "You'd best kill them now, my lord. They'll never survive without their mother."
Jon's voice cut through the air like a blade. "You have five trueborn children," he said, looking to Ned. "Three sons, two daughters. The direwolf is the sigil of your house. These pups are meant to be yours."
Ned considered his son's words carefully, his eyes lingering on the small, helpless creatures. They were frail and fragile, but there was something in the way they clung to life, something defiant.
"Very well," he said finally. "Take them. Train them yourselves. They are your responsibility. If they die, you will bury them."
Bran's face lit up with joy as he reached for the nearest pup, its fur dark and soft beneath his fingers. Robb did the same, and even Sansa and Arya, who had hung back, stepped forward to claim their wolves.
"Wait," Jon said, his voice sharp. He had moved around the corpse, his eyes fixed on something in the snow. "There's one more."
From the shadows of the trees, a small, pale shape emerged. The runt of the litter, its fur as white as freshly fallen snow, its red eyes gleaming in the dim light.
"An albino," Theon said dismissively.
"No," Jon said firmly, picking up the tiny creature. It squirmed in his hands, its tiny teeth gnashing the air. "This one's your snow", said Robb
Ned looked at his bastard son, the boy cradling the runt like a precious treasure. For a moment, the weight of his promise to Lyanna pressed on his shoulders, but he nodded. "Then so it is."
The Starks of Winterfell rode home with six direwolf pups that day, each one a reflection of its new master. They did not know it then, but the wolves would shape their fates, binding them together as winter descended upon the realm.
The road back to Winterfell was quieter than usual, the weight of the direwolf pups adding an unspoken significance to their journey. Ned Stark kept glancing at his children, each now cradling their new companions. Bran's pup yipped excitedly in his lap, while Sansa's wolf, a graceful creature, slept soundly. Arya's pup, restless and wild, kept squirming in her grip, while Robb's and Jon's wolves remained calm, as if understanding their roles already.
Winterfell's walls loomed ahead, the familiar sight bringing a sense of home and safety. But as they approached, the sky above began to change.
It started as a faint shimmer, a ripple in the clouds that made Ned pull his horse to a halt. The others followed suit, their eyes lifting toward the heavens.
"What is that?" Robb asked, his voice uneasy.
The sky, once overcast with the dull gray of the North, was now alive with shifting colors—blues, golds, and silvers weaving together like a living tapestry. A low hum resonated through the air, growing louder with each passing moment.
The direwolf pups began to stir, whining and growling softly, their instincts warning them of something unnatural.
"Father," Jon said, his tone cautious. "This… this doesn't feel right."
Before Ned could respond, the shimmer in the sky coalesced into a massive glowing orb, as bright as the sun but cool to the eyes. It hovered above Winterfell, casting its light across the castle and the surrounding lands. Then, as if guided by some unseen hand, the orb expanded, flattening into a vast screen that stretched across the heavens, visible to all of the North—and perhaps beyond.
A booming voice echoed from the sky, deep and resonant, speaking words that sent chills down the spines of all who heard it.
[The Live broadcast system is online in game of thrones world .]
The words hung in the air for a moment, heavy and foreboding, before the screen flickered to life.
The people of Winterfell, now gathered in the courtyard, gasped as they watched the scene unfold. It was as if they were standing in the hall themselves, every detail vivid and real.
"What sorcery is this?" Maester Luwin murmured, clutching the folds of his robes.
"Father," Bran whispered, tugging at Ned's sleeve. "Why are we seeing this?"
"I don't know," Ned replied, his voice low and troubled.
Live broadcast screen:
[ In live broadcast system will showing the most kept secrets,epic fights, betrayala and important scenarios from both past and future ]
[ Chat functions are opened for every one but only for important characters can send messages]
[ And there will be random questions asked during live and lucky ones can get rewards from various other worlds including rewards like life span, resurrection items etcs]
After that everything went silent.
Chat system active:
System message: The system will reveal secrets from past,present and future.prepare to witness future.
Tyrion Lannister: Is this some kind of trick from gods or what.how can it show future and and how am I writing this message
Varys: It seems we can think what you want send it will appear,how wonderful.
Tywin Lannister: Only fools beleive in this sorcery.
Robbert baratheon: What in the seven hells is this nonsense.
Renly baratheon: It looks like god have decided to make spectacle of our world brother.
Ned stark: Robert, realm will desend in chaos, be prepare for anything.
And the chat goes on like that when screen again changes and new text appers.
[System message: now beginnins the exposing of game of thrones world]
In live broadcast screen:
Winter Is Coming
The cold winds of the North howled through the trees, the snow falling gently but relentlessly, covering the ancient land of Winterfell. It was the beginning of a new season, and the realm was about to change forever.
The episode begins with a journey through the frosty woods. A group of Night's Watch rangers ride through the trees, their faces weathered and hardened by years of serving on the Wall. They are led by Waymar Royce, a young and inexperienced ranger. The harsh realities of the North quickly show their teeth as the group encounters their first danger: wildlings, or free folk, and the terrifying Others (White Walkers).
As Royce and his men approach, a cold presence fills the air. One of the rangers, Will, sees something in the distance, a figure that doesn't belong. The tension builds, and Royce commands his men to investigate.
In the dark, eerie woods, Will sees a shadow, and with a flash of ice-blue eyes, an Other (White Walker) emerges from the snow, striking down Royce and leaving his men shaken. Will narrowly escapes, but with his life hanging by a thread, he runs for Winterfel.
Back at Winterfell, the Stark family prepares for the visit of the King's party. Eddard Stark (Ned) walks through the halls, strong and composed, giving instructions to his men.
Catelyn Stark, his wife, moves through the halls with grace, tending to the children. Robb Stark, their eldest son, is a young man with the responsibilities of Winterfell already beginning to show. The moment is bittersweet, as the family knows that a visitor will change their lives forever. Jon Snow, Ned's bastard son, is a quiet observer in the background. The tension between him and the rest of the family is subtle, but it's there.
Outside, Bran Stark and Arya Stark practice archery, while Sansa Stark prepares to meet the royal party, dreaming of the life she'll have as a noblewoman. But as Bran's arrow strikes the target, Jon Snow approaches, offering his guidance.
Jon Snow: "Don't use your arms, Bran. Use your eyes. Trust your instincts."
Bran listens, nodding, but still struggling with his aim. Jon's presence is one of quiet authority, his knowledge earned through hardship.
The day finally arrives. The royal entourage of King Robert Baratheon arrives at Winterfell, and Ned Stark prepares to greet his old friend. The king, in full armor and regal splendor, dismounts, a boisterous and larger-than-life figure.
King Robert Baratheon: "Ned , I'm glad to see you alive. I had a hard time believing you were still standing here."
Robert claps Ned on the back, and their reunion feels warm yet strained. It's clear that the bond between them has deep roots, but years of separate paths have changed them both.
The rest of Robert's party follows: Cersei Lannister, his queen, remains cold and calculating, her gaze assessing everything around her, while Jaime Lannister, her brother, stands aloof and disinterested. The queen's guard, including the formidable The Mountain, also make an imposing presence.
In the midst of all of this, the Stark children stand in awe of the royal procession. Sansa smiles at the sight of Prince Joffrey Baratheon, hoping for a chance to speak to him, but Arya Stark, ever the tomboy, looks on with distast.
Later that evening, Ned and Robert engage in a private conversation about the state of the realm. The two old friends discuss the discontent of the realm, particularly the growing tensions between the crown and the Lannisters.
Ned Stark: "The Lannisters are too close to the throne."
Robert Baratheon: "Do you have any idea how much money they've spent on this war?"
Ned is wary of Cersei and Jaime, feeling an undercurrent of something darker at play. He is also uneasy about the growing tension between the Baratheons and the Lannisters, which will soon come to a head.
Meanwhile, in the shadows, Bran Stark is getting ready for bed when he is called upon to see something. He steps out of his chambers and is met by Jaime Lannister and Cersei Lannister in a forbidden encounter atop the castle walls.
As the conversation between the Lannisters and Bran takes place, the tension between the two characters builds. Bran's innocence and curiosity bring him closer to the edge of the truth—a truth that will change everything.
Bran overhears a conversation between Cersei and Jaime Lannister, one that reveals their incestuous relationship. Bran, horrified by what he's just witnessed, moves closer to get a better look. In the heat of the moment, Jaime notices him, and in a desperate attempt to silence Bran, he pushes him from the tower window.
As Bran falls, the echoes of his screams fill the air, and the Lannisters watch from above, knowing that they've made a deadly mistake. The innocence of Winterfell has been broken.
The scene shifts to Ned Stark as he reacts to Bran's fall. Bran is found by Robb Stark, and they rush him to safety. Ned Stark's resolve is hardened, but his heart aches as he sees the young boy's injuries. Bran is left in a coma, and the Stark family gathers around, praying for his survival.
Catelyn Stark: "He was pushed, Ned. I know it."
Ned Stark: "I will find out who did this."
Later, the Stark family gathers together in Winterfell's crypts. There is a quiet solemnity that hangs in the air as the family comes together, showing strength and unity in the face of the unknown.
Ned Stark: "We have to stand together. Our honor and our loyalty are the only things we have left."
The live broadcast screen goes dark.