A Game of Bast

Chapter 1: The Arrival

In a galaxy far, far away, on the planet Wakanda, a black Jedi Knight named Malik stood before the sacred altar of the Panther God, Bast. Malik had proven himself a master of the Force, a skilled warrior, and a wise philosopher. Now, he knelt before the altar, seeking guidance.

"Bast, mighty Panther God," Malik intoned, "I seek your wisdom and guidance. Show me my purpose."

A soft growl filled the air, and the altar shimmered with an ethereal light. Bast, in the form of a magnificent black panther, appeared before Malik. With a regal presence, Bast spoke directly to his heart through the Force.

"Malik, you have been chosen for a great destiny. The Force has led you here, and I shall grant you a gift of immense power."

With a graceful leap, Bast vanished into the shadows and returned, bearing a single Heart-Shaped Herb, glowing with a vibrant purple hue. Malik accepted it, knowing the herb's legendary abilities. He consumed it, and a surge of strength and awareness flowed through him.

"Now, Jedi Knight Malik," Bast continued, "I shall send you to a realm far from your own, a place called Westeros, in the midst of the Game of Thrones universe. There, you will use your newfound power to shape a different destiny. A ship filled with construction droids will accompany you, for you will need their skills to build a new House in the North, a beacon of hope and change in this realm."

With a final nod of acknowledgment, Malik felt the ground beneath him shift, and the next moment, he found himself on the shores of the North, with the Northern Lights dancing overhead. The construction droids and a spaceship, looking out of place in this medieval world, stood nearby.

Malik began to formulate his plan as he ignited his lightsaber, casting a soft azure glow in the icy night. He knew the Stark family's plight and their struggles with the looming threat beyond the Wall. His mission was clear: save the Starks and establish a House that would bring peace and unity to the North.

On his first day, Malik would reach Winterfell, the ancestral home of the Starks. He had researched the family's history and knew their loyalties. With the construction droids, he would offer to fortify Winterfell's defenses, earning the trust of Lord Eddard Stark. He would then use his Jedi abilities to uncover the true threat beyond the Wall and prepare the North for the impending danger.

As the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon, Malik set out towards Winterfell, his heart filled with determination and the power of the Heart-Shaped Herb coursing through his veins. Little did the people of Westeros know that a new hero had arrived, one who would change the course of their history and unite them against a common enemy. The saga had begun 

Ten years before the Stark children would find their direwolf pups in the forest, Malik, the black Jedi Knight, roamed the northern woods surrounding Winterfell. The purpose of his visit was to assess the land, familiarize himself with the terrain, and make contact with the Starks. Little did he know that this day would bring a unique and magical encounter.

As Malik ventured deeper into the forest, his senses heightened by the Heart-Shaped Herb, he noticed a soft, haunting melody carried by the wind. It was as if the Force itself whispered to him, guiding him to a particular spot. Following this mystic call, he came upon a secluded glen bathed in the gentle glow of twilight.

In the midst of this tranquil clearing, Malik spotted a direwolf pup, unlike any he had ever seen. Its fur was as black as obsidian, and its eyes shimmered with a mesmerizing shade of purple, an extraordinary sight even for the mystical creatures of this world.

The pup's eyes met Malik's, and he could feel a deep connection forming. He approached the pup slowly, his Jedi instincts assuring him that this encounter was significant. The direwolf pup, though cautious at first, seemed to sense Malik's benevolent presence. It didn't growl or flee but merely observed him with those captivating purple eyes.

Malik knelt down and extended his hand, palm open. The direwolf pup cautiously stepped forward, sniffing his hand before nuzzling it gently. It was as if the Force had brought them together, forging a bond that transcended time and space.

"I shall name you Shadow," Malik whispered softly, recognizing the darkness of the pup's fur and the enigmatic hue of its eyes.

Shadow seemed to understand, wagging its tail as if accepting the name. Malik knew this meeting was no coincidence; it was a sign, a reminder that he was on the right path, that destiny had chosen him to protect the Starks and ensure their survival in this harsh land.

With Shadow by his side, Malik continued his journey towards Winterfell, their connection growing stronger with each step. Little did he know that this unique direwolf pup with purple eyes would play an essential role in the Stark family's future, just as the Force had intended.