### * Fanfic - Throws Games: The Penitant of Lost Almates *
#### ** Chapter 4: The Eco of the Past **
The night in Winterfell was marked by a heavy silent mantle, just stopped by the whisper of the wind that seemed to regret the lost souls. The stone walls witnessed the endless fight between the good and evil, and the tension that hovered in the air was almost palpable. Everything added to the atmosphere loaded in which Elliott Wigan stripped each more and more entangled.
** A Haunted Past **
After his revealing conversation with Jon Snow, Elliott retired to a dark corner of the fortress, where the shadows took advantage of his vulnerability. The weight of his crusade weighed as a rock in the background of his heart. The voices of the past echoed in his mind, the image of his mother being carried to the campfire overcomes the image of the present. His silver eyes, a symbol of pain and sacrifice, reflected a ambiguity that few could imagine.
There, between the cold walls that kept ancient secrets, he found an old book belonging to his mother - a diary that transcended the line between the temporal and the eternal. The yellowish pages contained annotations on rituals and spells, stories of lost souls and a persuasive reminder that the true force lies not in domination, but in understanding. It was a tenuous wire of hope in a dark spiral.
** Lessons of the past **
As Elliott leafed the pages, he came across a passage that he did him hesitate. His mother always said, "Love is the root of truth; the pain is the shadow of freedom." That made him think. He questioned the purpose of his mission. In your desperate desire to collect souls and "purify them," would he forgotten what really meant the redemption? The souls they sought to rescue were as complex as he himself.
It was then that he heard a whisper - not the voices of the devouror, but the murmurs of humanity that was still breathing within him. A tension grew in his chest. "You can not be the judge and the executor, Elliott. It's the pain that unites the souls, not the condemnation."
** An unwanted meeting **
The next day, while the mist was dissided, Elliott was confronted by a group of Jon soldiers, led by Samwell Tarly, who, though hesitant, was knowledgeable of the hidden truths of the world. The mistrust transparently in his gaze. "We are aware of your actions, Elliott," Samwell said his firm, however cautious voice. "You can not continue to act as if it were a God."
Elliott felt the weight of revelation. He had not intended to be a God. He was just a kid, lost and marked, who carried Distorted Saying and Depressed Dreams. "I just seek to save the souls that became slaves from her own decisions. I can do this, Samwell."
Sam, crossing his arms, replied, "Salvation should not be imposed." The choice should be free. True redemption comes through understanding and not force. "
** The call of Jon **
Eventually, Jon Snow appeared, the whispers and looks of his soldiers weighing over him. "What do you want, Elliott?" Jon asked, his expression serious. He knew that the past was always back to the surface, bringing the life the deeper fears of the present.
"I want to show the way," said Elliott, his eyes shining from Fervor. "I can help heal the wounds that war left. Give me a chance to purify, and together we can knock down the true carriers of the chaos."
"But what cost?" Jon inquired, the internal fighting reflected on his face. "If you take souls to strength, you will become what you despise."
** The precipice of decision **
Elliott hesitated, knowing that his words, despite burning, were charged with a cruel truth. The preciousness of their intentions could be died to the reality of the implementation of their mission. He was balancing on the edge of an abyss. "I do not want to be a monster," he said, almost in a whisper. "But I have to do something; I can not just watch while the chaos consumes everything."
Jon looked at him, seeing the spark of humanity that still shone inside the young man. "What are you really afraid, Elliott? Of chaos or to become the creature you fight to eradicate?" Jon had not found great answers on his journey, but his own dilemma rested between the two.
** A new commitment **
The silence fell between them, allowing the words to stand. Could Elliott find a balance? Could, instead of collecting souls, offer them forgiveness, even when your own was sought to control? An understanding was born between Jon and Elliott at that moment, a shared reality.
"You have a choice, Elliott," Jon finally said, a touch of compassion in his voice. "If you are prompted for redemption, start by allowing you to be redeemed."
With a new way to explore before them, Elliott Wigan felt that shame and pain could give it to hope. And so, he committed to no more search for souls as prey, but to understand them as broken prophecies that could be recovered, one step at a time.
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* Between the cold walls of Winterfell, a pact was formed to the shadow of light and darkness. Jon Snow and Elliott Wigan would deal with the ghosts of her decisions, thus beginning a new journey toward salvation. *