Chapter 23

As the celebration at Winterfell reached its peak, with cheers and laughter echoing through the halls, a sudden flash of light illuminated the entire courtyard. The revelers gasped and shielded their eyes as the brilliant radiance coalesced into a majestic figure, emanating an aura of ancient power and wisdom.

Eru, the Creator, had arrived.

Each person in the throne room, including King Theon Stark, instinctively bowed their heads in reverence.

Theon, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and humility, spoke, "Lord Eru, what can I do for you? Your presence here is an honor."

As Eru surveyed the scene, he spoke with a voice that seemed to echo through both space and time, reaching the hearts of all those gathered. "Children of Ilúvatar," he began, his voice gentle yet resonant, "I have come to witness your victory over the Andals and to bestow my blessings upon this land."

"You have endured many trials and tribulations," Eru continued, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, "and yet you have remained steadfast in the face of adversity. I have watched over you, and I am pleased with the courage and resilience you have shown."

Theon's shock gave way to a sense of joy and gratitude. The lords and attendants present in the room shared a similar state of astonishment and elation. They understood the significance of this arrival and the blessings that would be bestowed upon their king.

With a gentle wave of his hand, Eru blessed Theon Stark with the abilities of the Wolfblood. "I provide you and your family with a blessing befitting your sigil, the Direwolf.These gifts shall aid you in your endeavors to safeguard the North."

Theon's eyes widened in awe as Eru detailed the enhanced capabilities he would possess as a Wolfblood. Heightened senses that surpassed human limitations, granting him the ability to detect scents, hear with exceptional clarity, and see in the dark. Superhuman stamina that allowed him to endure physical exertion beyond ordinary limits. Eolas, a connection with nature that would guide him in discovering others' whereabouts. The ability to transform into a wolf at will, harnessing the strength and agility of the formidable creature. Accelerated healing to mend wounds swiftly. Superhuman strength that surpassed that of humans, enabling him to overpower adversaries effortlessly. And superhuman speed, granting him the agility and reflexes to move with incredible swiftness.

Theon's heart swelled with gratitude for the bestowed gifts, fully realizing the immense power he now possessed. The some of the lords and attendants in the room marveled at the blessings bestowed upon their king and some envied them, but all of them recognized the fact that the North would be safeguarded by a leader with such extraordinary abilities.

But Eru added"While I have blessed your sister and son with this power,but remember this gift won't appear in all of your family bloodline, only a true Stark who embodies the similar character as yours will be able to awaken this bloodline again."

Theon Stark, his son Jason, and his sister Eliza accepted the imposed restrictions. As time passes, only two members of the Stark family, Cregan Stark and Arya Stark, have awakened the Wolfblood abilities.

As Eru turned, he faced his Avatar Vlad, intending to bestow upon him a false blessing. "Vlad Tepes, what is your wish?" he asked with a deceptive glimmer in his eyes.

Vlad acted perfectly,he humbly bowed and replied, "I already have a wondrous blessing from you, Lord Eru."

Amused by Vlad's response, Eru smiled and said, "Very well, then. I shall bestow upon your family and bloodline the gifts of good luck and prosperity."

Vlad once again bowed his head, while Eru went on to give all the other Northern Lords minor blessings.All of them were happy with what they received.

Eru, observing their reactions, nodded approvingly. "Use these gifts wisely, King Theon Stark and Vlad Tepes. They are a testament to your unwavering dedication and will aid you in protecting the North."

With that, Eru faded from view, leaving the throne room buzzing with a newfound sense of awe and inspiration. Theon, now bearing the blessings of the Wolfblood, knew that he had been chosen for a great purpose. He would wield his newfound abilities to defend his people, ensuring that the North remained a bastion of strength and resilience under his rule.