Potential
Spoilers Below
I keep telling everyone that
similarities between The Wheel of Time (TWOT) and A Song of Ice and Fire
(ASOIAF) are vast even if there are those out there that say otherwise.
I was coming up with a theory as to
how Azor Ahai could wake dragons from stone and I came up with using the Fourteen
Flames as an incubator. Popcornpoops responded
to my post on reddit and said the following:
“I have always been convinced that waking dragons out of stone is
going to be harnessing the geothermal activity from Winterfell. Maybe even a
full blown volcano...which is the dragon that sleeps below Winterfell.”
The Battle for Winterfell is the
third episode so you know that they can’t win that battle. With that being said they will have to
retreat. That got me to thinking what if
they use the exact same retreat scenario as what was used in TWOT. If this happens would you guys even consider
that the major plots in ASOIAF took place first in TWOT and are being used to finish
this story? The story that I refer to
involving a volcano as a way to retreat against the Myrddraal and Trollocs
which are nothing more than the White Walkers and Wights in ASOIAF. This is one of the best plot devices within
TWOT so I knew they would have to utilize it somehow. What if they do the same thing but without
using the One Power and a gateway to do it. Somehow a control event will have to be used to do it. I have theorized for
years that there was/is a device that caused the Breaking of the Arm of Dorne and
the Doom of Valyria. I have also
theorized that the Night King wants to get his hands on it to cause a global
catastrophe that will cause an end to all life.
The Breaking of the Arm of Dorne and the Doom of Valyria pinpointed
exact locations on this planet and destroyed exactly what was intended. I think that Bran took the device when he
went back in time and now has it where he sits currently in the roots of the
Winterfell weirwood tree. He will now use it
to cause an eruption far enough away as to cause a lava flow that flows towards
the Wall and away from Winterfell that will allow everyone still living to escape when they
are at a point where they are going to be overrun. It won’t destroy the entire Army of the Dead but
they will have to retreat and go around the lava flow giving Jon and crew
enough time to get further south. Below
is the story that I believe will be copied in the form I presented out above:
Someone rode up beside her on a large black horse, emerging as if from
smoke. The man was tall and well-built and had darks curls of hair down to his
shoulders. Logain looked thinner than she remembered from last time
she’d seen him, his cheeks sunken, but his face was still handsome.
“Logain?” she said, shocked.
The Asha’man gestured sharply. Explosions sounded
all across the battlefield. Elayne turned to
see over a hundred men in black coats marching through a large gateway on top of
her hill.
“Pull those Ogier back,” Logain said. His ragged voice was raw. Those
eyes of his seemed darker now than they once had been. “We will hold this
position.”
Elayne blinked, then nodded for Arganda to pass the
command. Logain shouldn’t give orders to me, she thought absently. For the
moment, she let it pass.
Logain turned his horse and rode to the side of the hilltop, looking
down at her army. Elayne followed, feeling numb. Trollocs fell as
Asha’man called up strange attacks, gateways that seemed tied to the ground
somehow. They stormed forward, killing the Shadowspawn.
Logain grunted. “You’re in bad shape.”
“We sent ourselves,” Logain said. “The Shadow has been
planning this trap for a long time, according to notes in Taim’s study. I
only just managed to decipher them.” He looked at her. “We came to you first.
The Black
Tower stands with the
Lion of Andor.”
“We need to get my people out of here,” Elayne said, forcing her mind
to think through the cloud of fatigue. Her army needed a queen. “Mother’s milk
in a cup! This is going to cost us.” She’d probably lose half her force
withdrawing. Better half than all of them. “I’ll start bringing my men back in
ranks. Can you make enough gateways to lead us to safety?”
“That wouldn’t be a problem,” Logain said absently, looking down the
slope. His impassive face would have impressed any Warder. “But it will be a slaughter. There’s no
room for a good retreat, and your lines will grow weaker and weaker as you pull
back. The last ranks will be overwhelmed and consumed.”
“I don’t see that we have any other choice,” Elayne snapped, exhausted.
Light! Here, help had come, and she was snapping. Stop it. She composed
herself, sitting up straighter. “I mean to say that your arrival, while
appreciated greatly, cannot turn a battle that is this far gone. A hundred
Asha’man cannot stop a hundred thousand Trollocs on their own. If we could
arrange our battle lines better, get at least a short rest for my men … but no.
That is impossible. We must retreat—unless you can produce a miracle, Lord
Logain.”
He smiled, perhaps at her use of “lord” for him. “Androl!”
he barked.
A middle-aged Asha’man hurried over, a plump Aes
Sedai joining him. Pevara? Elayne thought, too exhausted to make
sense of it. A Red?
“My Lord?” the man, Androl, asked.
“I need to slow that army of Trollocs long enough for the army to
regroup and refield itself, Androl,” Logain said. “How much will it cost us for
a miracle?”
“Well, my Lord,” Androl said, rubbing his chin. “That depends. How many
of those women sitting back there can channel?”
*
* *
It was a thing of legends.
Elayne had heard of the great works performed by large circles of men and
women. Every woman in the White Tower was taught of these feats from the
past, stories of different days, better days. Days when one half of the One
Power had not been a
thing to fear, when two halves of one whole had worked together to create
incredible wonders.
She wasn’t sure the days of
legend had truly returned. Certainly, the Aes Sedai during
those times hadn’t been so worried, so desperate. But what they did now left
Elayne in awe.
She joined in the circle, making the total fourteen women and twelve
men. She barely had any strength to lend, but her trickle added to the
increasingly large stream. More importantly, a circle had to have at least one
more woman than it had men—and now that she had joined, Logain could come in
last of all and add his considerable strength to the flow.
At the head of this circle was Androl, an odd choice. Now that she was
part of the circle, she could feel his relative strength. He was extremely weak, weaker than many women
who were turned away from the Tower, refused the shawl because of
their lack of innate talent.
Elayne and the others had relocated to the far side of the battlefield.
The rest of the Asha’man held back the attacking Trolloc horde as Androl
prepared. Whatever he did, it would need to be swift. Elayne still had trouble
believing anything could be done. Even with this much power, even with thirteen
men and fourteen women working together.
“Light,” Androl whispered, standing between her horse and Logain’s. “Is this what it
feels like to be one of you people? How do you handle so much of the One Power?
How do you keep it from consuming you alive, burning you away?”
Pevara rested her hand on his shoulder in a gesture that was
unmistakably tender. Elayne could barely rub two thoughts together amid her
fatigue, but she still found herself shocked. She had not expected affection
from a Red for a man who could channel.
“Move the soldiers back,” Androl said softly.
Elayne gave the order, worried. The man beside her had never held this
kind of power before. It could go to someone’s head; she had seen it happen.
Light send that he knew what he was doing.
The soldiers and others retreated, passing by Elayne’s group. Several
tired Ogier nodded to her in passing, their shoulders slumped, their arms
scored with cuts. The Trollocs poured forward, but the Asha’man who weren’t in
the circle disrupted their attack with weaves of the One
Power.
It wasn’t enough. Though the Asha’man fought well, there were just so
many Trollocs. The Asha’man could not stop this tide. What did Logain think
could be done?
Androl smiled widely, and held his hands out in front of himself as if
pressing against a wall. He closed his eyes. “Three thousand years ago the Lord
Dragon created Dragonmount to hide his
shame. His rage
still burns hot. Today … I bring it to you, Your Majesty.”
A beam of light split the air, easily a hundred feet tall. Moonshadow
shied back and Elayne frowned. Why a column of light? What good would that …
The beam of light began to twist in the air, rotating upon itself. Only then
did Elayne recognize it for the start of a gateway. An enormous gateway, large
enough to swallow buildings. She could have moved an entire wing of the Caemlyn palace
through that thing!
The air shimmered in front of them, the way a gateway always looked
from behind. She couldn’t see where the gateway was leading. Did they have an
army waiting on the other side?
She could see the expressions on the slavering Trolloc faces as they
looked into the opening. Absolute horror. They broke away, running, and Elayne
felt a sudden heat, almost overpowering.
Something exploded out of the gateway, as if pushed by an incredible
force. A column of lava a hundred feet in diameter, blazing hot. The column
broke apart as the lava crashed down, splashing to the battlefield, gushing
forward in a river. The Asha’man outside the circle used weaves of Air to keep it from splashing back on the
circle and to shepherd it in the right direction.
The river of fire washed through the foremost Trolloc ranks, consuming
them, destroying hundreds in an eyeblink. The lava was under pressure on the
other side; that was the only way she could explain the force with which it
sprayed from the enormous gateway, turning Trollocs into cinders, burning a
large swath through their army.
Androl held the gateway for long minutes as the Shadow’s army pulled
back. Asha’man to the sides used gusts of wind to blow the Shadowspawn back
into the ever-widening river. By the time Androl finished, he had created a
barrier of red-hot death between Elayne’s army and the bulk of the Trollocs,
whose backs were against the northern walls of Cairhien.
Androl took a breath, closed the gateway, then pivoted and made two
others in quick succession, one pointing southeast, the other southwest.
A second and third column of lava spurted forth—smaller this time, as
Androl was obviously weakened. These went tumbling over the land to the east
and west of Cairhien, singeing away dead weeds and casting smoke into the air.
Some of the Trolloc army had pulled back, but many others had perished, boxed
in, with the walled city on one side and lava on others. It would be some time
before the Fades could organize the survivors to resume their attacks
on Elayne’s forces.
Androl let the gateway close. He slumped, but Pevara caught him.
“One
miracle, my Lord,” Androl said, voice soft, as if strained. “Delivered as
requested. That should hold them back for a few hours. Long enough?”
“Long enough,” Elayne said. “We will be able to regroup, bring through
supplies for the dragons, and fetch as many Aes Sedai from Mayene as we can
get to Heal our men and
wash away their fatigue. Then we can sort through who is strong enough to
continue and reposition our ranks for a much more effective battle.”
“You intend to keep fighting?” Androl asked, surprised.
“Yes,” Elayne said. “I can barely stand, but yes. We cannot afford to
leave that Trolloc horde here intact. You and your men give us an edge, Logain.
We will use it, and everything we have, and we will destroy them.”
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.
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