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Have a Theory? Share It Now!<\/a><\/strong><\/p><\/div>Hey guys, here is my entry for the alternate ending:<\/p>\n

Jon watched as the gates of Castle Black fell to the underlying snow. He remembered how desperately he wanted to be First Ranger. Would the Watch blow one horn or two if he returned to the Wall now? He fought back a smile and turned north with Tormund, the Freefolk, and Ghost. The air north of the wall used to bite at his skin like a thousand angry ants. Now, the air rested calmly. The thin snow became instant puddles under the hooves of his horse. They pushed still further north. <\/p>\n

The weight and warmth of his horse suddenly vanished from his thighs. He did not remember falling. He felt no pain or cold. He felt… nothing. Had death come again? No, this was different. Death had been an endless pit of darkness. Now, the light blinded him. He tried to shield his eyes but his arms did not move. His eyelids would not close. Yet, he felt no pain. He could now make out the figure of a man: pale white with blood-red forearms. He had never seen leather stained so perfectly white. The sky above Jon was now moving. He could not feel his body in space. The sky abruptly gave way to ceiling. He no longer heard the crunch of snow. Darkness and light alternated above him until only bright light remained. He did not seem to be moving anymore. <\/p>\n

A well-groomed, elderly man briefly hovered over him. Jon again attempted, in vain, to push himself off this rolling grave. He tried to reach for Longclaw. Yet, he could not budge. “Stories are lies that tell a deeper truth, Mr. Sizemore,” the old man said without emotion, “what deeper truth have you told here?” A younger, defensive voice spoke: “Dr. Ford, Medieval World is my crowning achievement. I foreshadowed the Mad Queen’s fall, Jon Snow’s bittersweet exile, the rise of the crippled and abused, and the untamed wolf’s thirst for adventure.” The old man interrupted: “Foreshadowing is lazy character development. A cheap trick for simple minds.” The young man’s voice cracked at the start of a failed rebuttal. The old man now leaned over Jon seeming to pay no attention to the younger man. “Every great thing on this planet has been forged from an even greater mistake” the old man said, never breaking his stare with Jon. “Start again with the Targaryen girl’s arrival to Westeros. Create life from the chaos. Forge greatness from this mistake.” <\/p>\n

Daniel E.

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