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Xerneas gazed around at every living being under his gaze. He sensed the presence of forces attempting to invade his domain, seeking to unravel the mystery of what was unfolding. In response, Xerneas released his fairy aura like a wave, pushing back the prying forces, rendering them powerless. However, the effect on those around Xerneas was quite the opposite. Their hearts were filled with endless joy, though they couldn't comprehend why as they gazed upon Xerneas.

Then Xerneas turned his attention to the crumbled box and the sword wrapped in cloth. He sensed the presence of blood magic emanating from the eggs, which had been turned to stone. It was a method reminiscent of how the Valyrians used to preserve eggs, preventing them from hatching for extended periods. In the next moment, the box floated and tore apart, revealing seven beautiful dragon eggs, now transformed into stone. They floated toward Xerneas and began to crack open, each revealing a hatchling within.

Seven pairs of eyes looked up at Xerneas with a mix of curiosity and joy from within the shells of their eggs. With youthful exuberance, the hatchlings emerged, displaying their wild nature as they gazed at Xerneas with wonder, their wings flapping in happiness. Amidst the awe, Xerneas lowered his head to bless the young ones with magic, ensuring they would grow stronger and healthier under his guidance.

As the hatchlings attempted to approach Xerneas with their playful antics, they found themselves floating in the air, landing near Cannibal. Sensing the formidable presence of Cannibal, they settled down, refraining from further playful antics. Brynden observed with concern, fearing that Cannibal might harm the young dragons. While he wouldn't be concerned with any other dragon, Cannibal was a different story. Yet, he hoped that the dragons were under the control of the God, turning his gaze toward Xerneas.

His thoughts and visions shifted continuously, but they all converged on one point: today was the day the God chose the King of the realm. It had been a long time since he felt such excitement.

Brynden continued to gaze at Xerneas with excitement and expectation. Meanwhile, at the Wall, Maester Aemon awoke from his sleep, sensing someone calling his name. With his blind eyes, he searched around, calling out with his aged voice, "Is there someone here?" Receiving no response, Maester Aemon asked again, "No one?" Then, to his astonishment, he felt his vision clearing with each passing moment. Wrinkles vanished, and his spine straightened as he felt himself growing younger.

Struggling to comprehend what was happening, Maester Aemon rose to his feet, finding himself walking on his own accord. He tried to stop but couldn't, feeling an urge to scream but finding himself unable to do so. That night, unnoticed by the watchers on duty, Maester Aemon climbed the Wall. They remained oblivious to his presence, unable to see him, which left Aemon in disbelief. He felt as though he had lost control of his body, unable even to make a noise. Then, in the next moment, he found himself jumping from the Wall.

 A hand emerged from snow, followed shortly by a head. Maester Aemon struggled to catch his breath as he surveyed his surroundings. He couldn't fathom how he had survived the fall from atop the Wall. Such a feat seemed impossible. Slowly, he attempted to rise, finding that night had already descended upon the land. In the distance, a vast golden light illuminated the Haunted Forest. Despite his awareness of the many peculiar occurrences unfolding in the world, Aemon's blindness and frailty rendered him oblivious to such events. Yet here he was, confronted with yet another inexplicable phenomenon.

He tried to make sense of what was happening, suddenly alerted by movement nearby. Jerking to look behind him, he found himself facing a huge elk. For a moment, fear gripped him. Although elk were typically peaceful creatures, they could be lethal when threatened. Slowly, he began to step back, but the elk followed closely, making him nervous. The creature approached, lowering itself to allow Aemon to mount its back. Aemon hesitated, unsure if what he was witnessing was real or something else entirely. With trepidation, he laid his hand on the elk. Sensing no aggression, Aemon cautiously climbed onto its back.

As he settled in, the elk rose and began to move, soon breaking into a run that left Aemon clinging to its back for dear life. Then he noticed a large pack of wolves running alongside the elk, urging it to move faster. Strangely, the wolves showed no hostility, running alongside with a shared purpose. Together, they raced towards the direction of the haunted forest, illuminated by a golden light.

As Aemon drew closer to the haunted forest, he found it increasingly difficult to believe his eyes. What lay ahead wasn't merely a golden light; it was a manifestation of a majestic golden tree in the distance. Another presence seemed to linger within the forest, beckoning him onward. As he approached, he noticed wildlings gathering around, a strange sight given the usual feuds among their clans. Many were kneeling in the direction of the colossal tree manifestation, adding to Aemon's curiosity.

The elk continued its relentless pace toward the destination, fueling Aemon's eagerness to uncover what awaited him. It had been a long time since he'd felt such excitement stir in his lonely heart. Along the way, he witnessed sights he'd never imagined seeing in his lifetime: mammoths, giants, direwolves, and more, each adding to his exhilaration.

But then, as the elk slowed down, Aemon's heart skipped a beat. Before him stood a dragon—the obsession of the Targaryens.

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While in the Shivering Sea near Hardhome, hundreds of ships sailed toward the land, their occupants exuding joyous cries as they caught sight of the golden manifestation in the distance. These were the members of the Company of the Rose, a sellsword company operating in Essos. It had been founded by men, and some accounts suggested women, from the North who refused Torrhen Stark's submission to Aegon the Conqueror. They had chosen exile over bending the knee, and now they arrived, drawn by a shared vision.

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