How The Game of Thrones ends based upon The Wheel of Time: April 2016

Thursday, April 28, 2016

A picture is worth a thousand words

Potential Spoilers Below

They ancient symbol of the Aes Sedai

He saw more than enough evidence lying in the path the ravens had covered to justify his fear. He had stared with a queasy fascination at a rabbit that had been torn to pieces. The eyeless head stood upright, with the other bits — legs, entrails — scattered in a rough circle around it. Birds, too, stabbed to shapeless masses of feathers. And two more foxes.

To me the excerpt above from The Wheel of Time is a dead ringer for what we saw in the very first episode of The Game of Thrones:

Head stood upright

legs, entrails - scattered in a rough circle

The pattern that is laid out is similar to the Aes Sedai / Yin Yang symbol.

The Wheel of Time is the great seven-spoked cosmic loom that weaves the Great Pattern, using the lives of people as threads. It is belived to encompass all worlds and realities into a Pattern of the Ages.

The Wheel of Time

White Walker artwork?

Who ever made the patterns both of the arrangements, in the Game of Thrones, were sewn weaving the lives of people and animals as threads in their design.

Comments encouraged. Love to hear the idea's of others. Most believe that since I present my idea's as "fact like" I'm not open to change my viewpoints which as far from the truth. I simply look at the information presented and go from there. If you can shine a light on another way of thinking that opens the door to debate.

If one did not look too closely

Potential Spoilers Below

This post is my interpretation as to why the Sword that King Stannis wielded was such an empty glamor.

Stannis pulling "lightbringer??" from the fire

Maester Aemon smiled. “Your Grace,” he said, “before we go, I wonder if you would do us the great honor of showing us this wondrous blade we have all heard so very much of.”

Maester Aemon

“You want to see Lightbringer? A blind man?”

“Sam shall be my eyes.”

Sam

The king frowned. “Everyone else has seen the thing, why not a blind man?” His swordbelt and scabbard hung from a peg near the hearth. He took the belt down and drew the longsword out. Steel scraped against wood and leather, and radiance filled the solar; shimmering, shifting, a dance of gold and orange and red light, all the bright colors of fire.

“Tell me, Samwell.” Maester Aemon touched his arm.

“It glows,” said Sam, in a hushed voice. “As if it were on fire. There are no flames, but the steel is yellow and red and orange, all flashing and glimmering, like sunshine on water, but prettier. I wish you could see it, Maester.”

“I see it now, Sam. A sword full of sunlight. So lovely to behold.” The old man bowed stiffly. “Your Grace. My lady. This was most kind of you.”

When King Stannis sheathed the shining sword, the room seemed to grow very dark, despite the sunlight streaming through the window. “Very well, you’ve seen it. You may return to your duties now. And remember what I said. Your brothers will chose a Lord Commander tonight, or I shall make them wish they had.”

Maester Aemon was lost in thought as Sam helped him down the narrow turnpike stair. But as they were crossing the yard, he said, “I felt no heat. Did you, Sam?”

“Heat? From the sword?” He thought back. “The air around it was shimmering, the way it does above a hot brazier.”

“Yet you felt no heat, did you? And the scabbard that held this sword, it is wood and leather, yes? I heard the sound when His Grace drew out the blade. Was the leather scorched, Sam? Did the wood seem burnt or blackened?”

“No,” Sam admitted. “Not that I could see.”

“No,” the old man said. “It must be you. Tell them. The prophecy . . . my brother’s dream . . . Lady Melisandre has misread the signs. Stannis . . . Stannis has some of the dragon blood in him, yes. His brothers did as well. Rhaelle, Egg’s little girl, she was how they came by it . . . their father’s mother . . . she used to call me Uncle Maester when she was a little girl. I remembered that, so I allowed myself to hope . . . perhaps I wanted to . . . we all deceive ourselves, when we want to believe. Melisandre most of all, I think. The sword is wrong, she has to know that . . . light without heat . . . an empty glamor . . . the sword is wrong, and the false light can only lead us deeper into darkness, Sam. Daenerys is our hope. Tell them that, at the Citadel. Make them listen. They must send her a maester. Daenerys must be counseled, taught, protected. For all these years I’ve lingered, waiting, watching, and now that the day has dawned I am too old. I am dying, Sam.” Tears ran from his blind white eyes at that admission. “Death should hold no fear for a man as old as me, but it does. Isn’t that silly? It is always dark where I am, so why should I fear the darkness? Yet I cannot help but wonder what will follow, when the last warmth leaves my body. Will I feast forever in the Father’s golden hall as the septons say? Will I talk with Egg again, find Dareon whole and happy, hear my sisters singing to their children? What if the horselords have the truth of it? Will I ride through the night sky forever on a stallion made of flame? Or must I return again to this vale of sorrow? Who can say, truly? Who has been beyond the wall of death to see? Only the wights, and we know what they are like. We know.”

Melisandre

Daenerys

Dothraki horselords

Wights

In the book entitled "The Great Hunt" the man who called himself Bors attends "the Darkfriend Social." There he scouts out his competition, all clad in black masks, and makes some interesting observations about the room that they are in:

Bors aka Jaichim Carridin

The Darkfriend Social

If one did not look too closely, the huge room could have been in a palace, with its tall marble fireplaces and its golden lamps hanging from the domed ceiling, its colorful tapestries and intricately patterned mosaic floor. If one did not look too closely. The fireplaces were cold, for one thing. Flames danced on logs as thick as a man's leg, but gave no heat. The walls behind the tapestries, the ceiling high above the lamps, were undressed stone, almost black. There were no windows, and only two doorways, one at either end of the room. It was as if someone had intended to give the semblance of a palace reception chamber but had not cared enough to bother with more than the outline and a few touches for detail.

Summary: To me Melisandre's use of a glamor on the sword that Stannis was in possession of was the same as the room at the Darkfriend Social. Both were missing in the few touches of detail that should have been accounted for to make everything seem believable. Nobody can really tell me after reading both series that they are not companion book series. I truly believe that we will before it is all said and done find a cross-over character that will tie the two series together.

Comments encouraged. Love to hear the idea’s of others. Most believe that since I present my idea’s as “fact like” I’m not open to change my viewpoints which is far from the truth. I simply look at the information presented and go from there. If you can shine a light on another way of thinking that opens the door to debate.

Monday, April 25, 2016

Who will resurrect Jon Snow in the TV show

Potential Spoilers Below

After watching Season 6 episode 1 of The Game of Thrones it has shifted my perspective on who will actually resurrect Jon Snow; at least in the television show. I have always thought, from reading the books, Melisandre was older than what she appears to be and the show just corroborated that fact. Again I think if she had the ability to do it she would have done it already. Why do I think this?

Jon Snow dead but not out!

Melisandre

Melisandre as she really is

First in the Wheel of Time there are characters called Aes Sedai who use what is called the One Power. An Aes Sedai’s strength in the power is directly proportional to their life span. This strength was a matter of the sheet raw amount of the One Power that could be drawn. The longest recorded life spans being 900 years. Using the power they can use a weave called the Mask of Mirrors, Mirror of Mists or simply Illusion. Using this weave the individual can alter one’s voice, change one’s appearance to something entirely different to how they actually appear (i.e. taller, shorter, thinner, fatter etc). A present day female Aes Sedai who had taken the Three Oaths was easy to point out as she took on an ageless appearance. Basically you couldn’t tell her age from looking at her. A woman of say 150 may appear to be in her 30’s for all intents and purposes. The Mask of Mirrors has also been used to affect what a person is saying into making the listener hear something else entirely. So my question to you does not this sound like the glamor that Melisandre has used on herself?

Aes Sedai

Mask of Mirror
Making an Aes Sedai into a giant

Melisandre's glamor; her necklace

OK so who do I believe will resurrect Jon Snow in the television show? First I am going to show you a chart on how Aes Sedai are grouped.

Each Ajah performed a specific task kind of like a specialty. Melisandre IMO would have most likely chosen the Green Ajah. To me her primary purpose is to ensure that the fight against the Great Other whose name may not be spoken, the Lord of Darkness, the Soul of Ice, the God of Night and Terror is defeated in the Great Battle to come.

Why Aes Sedai generally don’t get married:

The Tower Library was the largest in the known world, containing copies of almost every book that had ever been printed, but this was unsuitable for a novice. Accepted were granted a little leeway—by that time, you knew that you would watch a husband age and die, and your children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren, while you changed not at all—but novices were quietly discouraged from thinking about men or love, and kept away from men entirely.

All sisters could heal but not as effectively as the members of the Yellow Ajah. I believe that someone who fits this Ajah within the world of ASOIAF who is in the vicinity of the Wall is Old Nan. I believe she has stayed on at Winterfell because she needed to look after Bran in particular but she took care of all the children and she may place a glamor on herself, making herself more agile, and go and resurrect Jon Snow most likely at Melisandre’s behest.

The Wall

Old Nan looking after Bran

Winterfell

Below are excerpts taken from ASOIAF that has always led me to believe that Old Nan is older than what she actually appears:

“I hate your stupid stories.”

The old woman smiled at him toothlessly. “My stories? No, my little lord, not mine. The stories are, before me and after me, before you too.”

She was a very ugly old woman, Bran thought spitefully; shrunken and wrinkled, almost blind, too weak to climb stairs, with only a few wisps of white hair left to cover a mottled pink scalp. No one really knew how old she was, but his father said she’d been called Old Nan even when he was a boy. She was the oldest person in Winterfell for certain, maybe the oldest person in the Seven Kingdoms. Nan had come to the castle as a wet nurse for a Brandon Stark whose mother had died birthing him. He had been an older brother of Lord Rickard, Bran’s grandfather, or perhaps a younger brother, or a brother to Lord Rickard’s father. Sometimes Old Nan told it one way and sometimes another. In all the stories the little boy died at three of a summer chill, but Old Nan stayed on at Winterfell with her own children. She had lost both her sons to the war when King Robert won the throne, and her grandson was killed on the walls of Pyke during Balon Greyjoy’s rebellion. Her daughters had long ago married and moved away and died. All that was left of her own blood was Hodor, the simpleminded giant who worked in the stables, but Old Nan just lived on and on, doing her needlework and telling her stories.

Old Nan

“I don’t care whose stories they are,” Bran told her, “I hate them.” He didn’t want stories and he didn’t want Old Nan. He wanted his mother and father. He wanted to go running with Summer loping beside him. He wanted to climb the broken tower and feed corn to the crows. He wanted to ride his pony again with his brothers. He wanted it to be the way it had”

The one thing I never understood was Old Nan telling Bran that her stories were “before you too”. Why did she say that? For all intents and purposes she is older than Bran so why would she need to say that? I believe that she knows who Bran actually is (Bran is all the famous Bran's throughout Westerosi History). Her description is that of an Aes Sedai when it comes to her long life. Hodor is her great grandson.

Hodor

Did she really smell the red comet. Everyone had their guesses as to what the comet meant but it seemed she got it right. Most likely because she lived when dragons flew the skies. I believe that she is much older than Melisandre is.

The Red Comet as seen over The Red Waste, The North & Dragonstone

Though Old Nan did not think so, and she’d lived longer than any of them. “Dragons,” she said, lifting her head and sniffing. She was near blind and could not see the comet, yet she claimed she could smell it. “It be dragons, boy,” she insisted. Bran got no princes from Nan, no more than he ever had.