A Song of Ice and Fire Through Time

Ten years after Robert's Rebellion, the Deadwood begins to spread, fulfilling the ancient warnings of the First Men. Faced with the annihilation of his people, Eddard Stark rides out to face this evil, armed only with a sorcerous concoction. The events that follow after that day change the rules of the Game of Thrones.

I do not own Game of Thrones or Samurai Jack.

This story was adopted from Lord Maximus, the author of A Song of Fire and Righteousness.

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Birth of Evil

In the vast expanse of the universe, an entity sprang into existence. Its birth was silent and quick, yet the moments that followed led to it expanding outwards, becoming a formless mass of black with multiple tendrils. There was no soul to direct it, no sense of identity that would allow it to declare itself to the cosmos which it had just been born from, only an inherent destructive nature that would drive it to go where there was life and seek to extinguish it.

But the act of this entity's spontaneous birth had not gone unnoticed. Beings who had inhabited the universe since it was young opened their eyes as they felt the already spreading darkness.

And they were quick to act. Three of the greatest among them wasted no time in joining together, dispensing with discussion or even planning, for there was little time to contain this force of destruction while it was still in its infancy. Delay would cost the lives of entire galaxies as it grew exponentially, and so this newborn alliance of gods charged into battle.

They approached from the light of the star nearest to the darkness, knowing that it would seek to feast upon it first. If it was capable of detecting them it gave no indication, pressing onward.

Leading the charge was the All-Father, King of the Pantheon of Aesir and the realm of Asgard himself, Odin, mounted upon his eight legged horse Sleipnir and wielding his spear Gungnir.

To his left flank was a being with the body of a man and the head of a bird standing atop a vast crocodile while wielding an ankh in one hand and a crook in the other, both of them sacred symbols to Ra the Sun God.

Completing their alliance was a blue skinned being with six arms garbed in gold and perched atop a charging war elephant. Three of his hands held a golden bow, Sharanga, while the other three were already nocking a a trio of arrows. Ramachandra, one of the incarnations of the great deity Vishnu, took aim and made the opening shot.

Three bolts shot across the vast gulf of space, travelling faster than what most current civilizations were capable of achieving. Each struck home, puncturing the black mass and ripping through it, causing it to stiffen and then writhe as the area surrounding each impact site smouldered, more of the mass burning away at the touch of the divine weapon.

Secure in the knowledge that this foe was truly not beyond them, the trio fell upon it as one. It retaliated, quickly impaling Rama upon one of its tendrils and spreading its infectious presence across him before Odin quickly cut the limb away, providing respite to the archer. There was no time to displays of gratitude among them, a fact both were aware of and quickly returned to the task without hesitation.

They burnt and sliced at the mass, cutting it into many pieces as it lashed out without coordination. Little by little, the three self appointed defenders of life in the universe made short work of this entity.

But they were so consumed with their work that none of them took notice as a single tip of a severed tendril drifted away, cut by Gungnir just a little too far from its tip to fully disintegrate it. As its momentum carried it off into the darkness of space, the three deities continued to cut and burn the black mass.

Slowly it shrank, growing weaker in its resistance…until finally all three gods unleashed beams of pure energy from their eyes which struck at its very core. There was a soundless scream which would disturb the thoughts of many fledgling civilizations across different worlds, the dying scream of something that had been born evil and died evil.

But it was not entirely dead…for that one fragment of it continued on, victim to the laws of physics as it was carried across the galaxy. It was too small and weak to begin regenerating without something to feed on, but as it lacked an identity it also lacked impatience and thus waited for billions of years until finally…chance brought it onto a collision course with a little blue world circling a young yellow star.

Its arrival was not unnoticed. There were powerful beings with designs upon this world who realized what had fallen into their domain and knew the danger it represented.

Yet none of them could appreciate just how much this would change everything they had ever foreseen.

The Song had been changed long before it was ever truly sung, tainted and reshaped by the timeless force that this unknowing world would be cursed with for many millennia to come.

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End of Prologue