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Game Of Thrones: Reborn AS Pokémon

In a world where the faith of the Old Ones, ancient and faceless gods residing in the green wood, once thrived among the First Men and the Children of the Forest, a shift occurred with the Andal Invasion. The Faith of the Seven gained prominence, leading to the destruction of weirwoods in the southern realms, except for the Isle of Faces guarded by green men. However, in the North, the faith in the Old Ones persisted, with every castle maintaining a Godswood and a heart tree adorned with mysterious faces. Unlike other mortal gods, the identity of the Old Ones remained elusive, represented only by weirwood trees, sometimes resembling a horned deity. The rulers of the First Men, instead of adorning themselves with precious helms, chose antler helms, considering them divine symbols connecting to their bloodline origins. Enter Jay, who, after a reincarnation, unexpectedly becomes the God of Life, Xerneas, inadvertently revitalizing the faith in the Old Ones. This sets the stage for a story exploring the clash of ancient beliefs, the resurgence of a forgotten faith, and the mystical journey of a Pokémon deity reborn in a world torn between dead and living.

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Chapter 16

Bloodraven appeared confused and weary. For the past few months, he had been unable to use his powers to watch over the prince that was promised or anyone related to him. A strong veil blocked his sight, preventing him from seeing what was happening. More importantly, he could no longer glimpse the future, as it seemed to be changing with every passing moment. He sensed a powerful force behind it, one that was too potent to influence the past and future deep. It was an invincible power that observed everything, including him, but it had never acted in this manner before, filling him with fear about what might come next. Even the dire wolf Brynden hoped to ally with the Starks, but the same power was involved there as well. From that day forward, everything related to the Starks and future became veiled to him.

Brynden's consciousness returned to his body after another attempt to glimpse the future. His face reflected a mixture of concern and fear as he muttered, "That day, something happened..." It was the day when the sky was adorned with auroras, not once but twice. Brynden felt his powers surge as he observed those blessed by the same mysterious force. Despite his age, he sensed his greenseer magic growing stronger instead of waning.

He delved into the depths of his magic, trying to trace the origin of this unusual power. However, all his efforts led to impossible possibilities, leaving him bewildered. This phenomenon had never occurred in the past, and Brynden couldn't comprehend why it was happening now.

As Brynden pondered over that fateful day, he was struck by another vision: Jon moving in the direction of his abode. After regaining his sight, Brynden took a deep breath, his movements limited. The children of the forest, sensing his sudden disturbance, approached Brynden with concern etched on their faces.

Brynden looked both confused and troubled as he saw Jon beyond the Wall. It was difficult for him to believe how Jon had managed to traverse beyond the Wall earlier than anticipated. He questioned why he could now spy on Jon, unlike before. But what troubled Brynden even more was the magical power surrounding Jon, seemingly repelling his presence as he drew nearer to Jon.

In Skirling Pass, Jon trailed behind Xerneas, his frustration mounting with each step. Xerneas remained silent, brushing off Jon's questions with a cryptic response whenever he dared to inquire about the gods. "There are things mortals shouldn't know, my child," Xerneas would say, leaving Jon feeling ignored and perplexed.

Despite his burning curiosity, Jon found himself grappling with a newfound sense of endurance. He no longer felt the pangs of hunger or thirst, and fatigue seemed like a distant memory, replaced by an inexplicable wellspring of energy. Yet, Xerneas offered no explanations, leaving Jon to stew in his unanswered queries.

After some time, perhaps days, Jon couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. He posed the same question again, "Where are we going?" This time, Xerneas broke his silence, stating, "Young heart needs a wise heart; a young king needs wise men." Intrigued, Jon approached Xerneas, eager to understand the meaning behind these cryptic words. Xerneas elaborated, "You are here for a long-distance relative, a man willing to remain loyal to the realm until his last breath." Jon, puzzled by this revelation, asked, "Who?" Xerneas replied, adding another layer of mystery, "A thousand eyes... and one...".

As Jon persisted in his attempts to glean more information from Xerneas, the god remained steadfastly silent. Frustrated by the lack of response, Jon eventually resigned himself to the enigma that surrounded their journey. They pressed on, their path leading them deeper into the Skirling Pass.

However, their journey took a sudden turn when Jon noticed a peculiar sight in the distance. As Xerneas came to a halt, Jon's curiosity drove him forward to investigate further. What he beheld was a chilling sight: thousands of undead beings scattered about, some mere skeletons while others bore the remnants of decayed flesh. Jon, overcome with fear, instinctively recoiled, while Xerneas, seemingly undeterred, advanced forward.

Xerneas took another step forward, its majestic antlers shifting from a vibrant blue to a shimmering gold, with intricate markings and trims adorning them in pale gold hues. Its once-solid colors now danced with a myriad of shades, and Jon watched in fascination, sensing that something significant was about to unfold.

Suddenly, Jon felt himself lifted into the air, his body floating away from Xerneas and the approaching horde of undead. Panic surged through him as he cried out, the sound echoing and alerting the relentless creatures, who began to converge on his location, oblivious to Xerneas' presence.

In the tumultuous sky above, a fierce thunderstorm erupted, dark clouds swirling ominously as thunder rumbled and hailstones pelted the ground. Jon's vision was obscured by the raging storm, but through the chaos, he could still see Xerneas glowing in the distance.

As Jon floated in the air, he watched in awe as Xerneas shimmered with a dazzling golden radiance, growing stronger with each passing moment. Oblivious to the approaching horde of undead, Jon was transfixed by the breathtaking display unfolding before him.

Without hesitation, Xerneas unleashed seven-colored lightning, the bolts crackling with immense power as they surged towards the encroaching undead. A massive wall of lightning erupted, stretching towards the heavens and blinding all who beheld it. Jon struggled to breathe, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer force of the uncontrollable power.

Around him, the very air seemed to vibrate with the destructive energy, instilling terror in every soul, be they wildling or Night's Watchman. Even the mighty Wall itself, a symbol of strength and resilience, quivered as if on the brink of collapse.

Amidst the chaos, Jon could only watch in awe and trepidation as Xerneas unleashed its formidable might, every pore of his body bleeding from the strong shockwave of sound and air it caused.

Without delay, Xerneas summoned Jon closer to heal him. Even Xerneas seemed surprised by the level of destruction unleashed, its thoughts swirling with questions like "Is this the power of a Pokémon?" When it unleashed the attack, Xerneas had only intended to use Thunderbolt, but instead, it manifested as a 10,000,000 Volt Thunderbolt, akin to a Z-move, a power it hadn't expected to manifest. Never had Xerneas imagined that a move from 2D or 3D animation could be this disastrous in reality.