### * Fanfic - Throws Games: The Penitant of Lost Almates *
#### ** Chapter 2: Echoes in the Shadows **
The North Cold wind whistled among the trees around Winterfell, taking with them the memories of a war that still echoed in the minds and hearts of their inhabitants. The battle against white walkers had left her deep marks, and that night, the dense mist flown to whispered forgotten secrets while Elliott Wigan approached the walls of the ancient fortress. He was a shadow, a lonely figure, but his purpose was fulfilled as a wreckular torch in the dark.
** The Winterfell Call **
The rumors about the penitent of the lost souls had spread as a fire by the region, and the presence of Elliott in Winterfell was not mere coincidence. He knew that the mourning and the fury that permeated the air would create a fertile ground for new corrupted souls. In the adopt the gates, he felt the weight of the despair and repentance that carried the survivors, each of them a potential victim or, who knows, a new redemption agent.
In the courtyard, the known faces overlap the new figures that arose after the battle. Jon Snow, now far beat and encrypurated in his own dark thoughts, looked loading the responsibility of the world on his shoulders. Elliott watched the Winterfell lord, until his eyes crossed. It was as if a terminal winter claustrophobically surrounds them in his claws.
** The mirror test **
One night, while the flames of the fireplace creaked gently in the throne room, Elliott found an opportunity. He had been invited to a meeting with resistance leaders, a circle of strangers who, though united by pain, were fried in new discorders. During the conversation, the murmurs intensified and the voices became more and more aggressive. Almost as if an echo of a storm was about to break.
Taking advantage of the growing tension, Elliott decided to intervene. "Each of you carries a part of the blame for this war," he started, with a soft voice that evoked both compassion and challenge. "But what happens when we look at the mirror of our choices?"
He raised a ritualistic dagger, the blade reflecting the flames. "Let's make a real exercise. I offer you a mirror test." A chaotic silence took over to the environment, and he felt his eyes fixing him, cautious and suspicious.
** Regions Repentance **
EcttoTo touched the dagger on his own skin, starting an old ritual of blood. The brands in their arms shone intensely, and a wave of energy pulled around the room. Images began to fill the air, visions of the actions of each leader unfolding toward the catastrophe. Each scene was more disturbing that the previous one: a mother incapable to protect their children, a lord chest backing her allies, and, finally, Jon Snow facing the betrayal of those who were closest to him.
The horror cry of one of the nobles was the first to break the silence. "No! I did not want ..."
"But you did," Elliott interrupted, with a penetrating gaze. "And now, what will be the brand that will leave behind? You can redeem yourself or let yourself be carried out by despair." He expanded the mind of the present, by pressing them with the pressure of the regrets and at the same time presenting the promise of redemption.
** The Jile Snow Dilemma **
In the center of everything, Jon remained impassive, his unwindle expression. He was consumed, not only by the weight of the souls lost in the battle, but for the fault of not having managed to save everyone. A spectrum of solitude surrounded his heart, and Elliott realized this. He left in the softness of possibility: could Jon be more than a mere noble? Could he be the key to a new beginning?
"Would you like to free your heart from the weight of your choices?" Elliott questioned, his voice almost a whisper. "Just accept my redemption contract. But remember, even the purest light can contain the darkness. "
Jon looked at the penitent, so for his companions. The battle was not just against the deadly, but a fight against himself. Can you save the world without losing the soul?
** A NOT CHANCED PATY **
As the scene has unfolded, the Winterfell patio was a vast field of trials and broken promises. Elliott, still a shadow between them, he was waiting for Jon's response. What would he choose: the weight of the fault or the promise of redemption, even if that meant the dose of more fund in the chaos?
While the flames danced and the echo of his past re-appeared, Elliott realized that his journey was just beginning. In a world where the true villain could not be who did the sword, but the inner fight itself, could he, the penitent, discover a light on the way of his darkness?
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* With the Winterfell destination in play and the corrupted souls to the peek, Elliott Wigan and Jon Snow are at a crossroads. What they will then follow shall not shape not only their future, but the essence of the realm. *