The murmur of discontent made by Septa Mordane was quickly made known; witchcraft. Some whom saw the ward momentarily made into a sheep didn't disagree. The rumors had spread like wildfire and it didn't help that Medivh break the fast with them each morning. Infact it was mostly due to the Stark daughters could practice their courtesies.

Even he, Lord Eddard Stark could feel the increased tension at breakfast. Septa Mordana not daring to speak with the Guardian whom by now had heard the rumors didn't seem to care.

The sudden appearance of Medivh felt like a life-changing moment like when he wedded Cat or the birth of his children, even Jon. Cat said that the way he spoke indicated some experience at court which supported Medivh's tale of having grown up befriending a Lord and a King.

The first few days of his state have been with Maester Luwin in his study. Apparently he could read books without actually reading them but through reading the minds of the writer. It puzzled Ned to no end to have someone inside wielding extraordinary powers yet it didn't seem justified. Medivh has been nothing but cordial and rarely used any magic. He never demanded anything, merely asking for permission and the like. The children, especially Arya and Bran seems very receptive of him while Sansa and Robb were cautious ever since his display of magic during that dinner.

Theon's behavior has improved drastically. No doubt in fear of being turned into a sheep again. He quivers whenever he sees the Guardian whom actually is pleasant company.

However, his demeanor changed after a visit to the Godswood. He was more bemused and seemingly focused on something. It seems that even the Guardian has his moods. One day at breakfast though, he spoke directly to him. "You've been a gracious host, Lord Stark." There was a silence as tension was still in the air between the Guardian and the Septa. "I've been contemplating and come to a conclusion that I don't have a more permanent residence. However, what I suggest might ruffle some feathers."

Ned knew the power of silence and Medivh has mastered it well; especially when the Guardian gave the Septa a light scowl. "I couldn't help but notice that the First Keep Ian't in use." Eddard nodded, the squat and round drum tower was The oldest surviving part of the castle which has not been in use for a long time.

"What of it, Medivh?" The Lord of Winterfell spoke.

"I'd like to take to make my residence there and restore the broken tower by the North wall. In addition, I do believe establishing magical wards around and inside Winterfell would be prudent, with your leave ofcourse."

"Witchcraft." The septa sneer as she rose. "You'd seek to corrupt Winterfell with your witchcraft." Lord Stark felt that maybe he should intervene yet he knew that Medivh had a way with words.

"What do you know about magic?" Medivh responded calmly. "Nothing. You know nothing of magic, Septa." He obviously put an emphasis on nothing since the word was repeated and Eddard was inclined to believe him.

"Magic is dangerous. Magic is corrupting. Magic is addicting. Magic draws the denizens of the twisted nether to those who wield the Arcane." Sansa spoke, quoting Medivh word for word about the Four Rules of Magic. "Didn't you say so yourself?"

Eddard saw a hint of a smile on the Guardian's face. "Well isn't that quaint. A young lady quoting the four rules magic to the Guardian of Tirisfal." He responded with faint amusement. "You're right ofcourse. Maybe that's why I seek to make my residence here I'm Winterfell so that people like me could keep an eye on me."

Septa narrowed her eyebrows, seemingly surprised by her reasoning, truthfully so was Eddard. "Don't you trust yourself, Guardian."

"Arrogance was the downfall of my mother." He spoke as if he personally had to pay the price. "The tale is a long one but I'll be brief. Many centuries before I was born, my mother fought demons in a far northern land. She thought that she had defeated the lord of all demons whom instead outwitted her. My good friend, King Llane suffered for it and so did the entire Kingdom of Stormwind." Medivh elaborated, his expression became more morose. "I suffered the consequences aswell. Disaster was averted because I was surrounded by good people."

Eddard couldn't help but feel sympathy for the Guardian. The tone in his deep voice and the sorrow in those green eyes of, eyes hiding knowledge beyond the Lord of Winterfell's comprehension. Everyone around that table saw how human he was at that moment.

"I'm sorry, please forgive for my outburst." The Septa finally said but the Guardian merely shook his head.

"Don't be, even the wise must be challenged so they can maintain their wit." He said with a smile. "Well, Lord Stark what do you say?"

Eddard couldn't help but feel torn at this very moment. For one, Medivh has made it very clear that he wouldn't bend the knee or swear any oath of fealty. On the other hand, he just told them that having good people around him could prevent disaster.

"You've my leave, Guardian. However, I still expect that you break your fast with us and dine with us. That you respect our laws." Eddard said, he spoke as a Lord now. "Is that understood?"

Medivh smiled as he bowed his head. "As you say, Lord Stark."

It was only much later toward dusk when they felt a rumble through The air itself. People were gathering in The courtyard. Cat was holding a frightened Rickon while the other children wasn't far off. Eddard felt The smell of metal and his neck hair was standing. "What manner of sorcery is this?" Ser Cassel murmured, fear evident in his voice.

The Broken Tower and the First Keep was shimmer with a mystical and otherworldly glow. He now felt the taste of metal on the tip of his tongue as he felt warm and cold at the same time. Then there was a voice in the air which he recognized it as the Guardian's.

No one dared to move not even Bran and Arya. The dogs at the kennel were whimpering. They were afraid, all of them.

Eddard saw how brick by brick, the old watchtower was rebuilt by a force, like if it was reversed like it all fell into place. However, it all blurred bye the mystical shimmering before smother rumble was heard. Then they heard something akin to thunders, roaring across the air as they saw sudden sparks within the shimmering like lighting. Eddard could've sworn that for a blink of an eye that the tower and the first keep was gone. Then suddenly, it all just stopped and dissipated.

Eddard could scarcely believe his eyes. The Broken Tower and the First Keep which he knew was gone. Where the broken tower used to be was now a tower; taller than the old watchtower.

The First Keep was no longer a squat and round drum tower. Instead it now now doubled in height with some kind of dome at the top. There was now a bridge between the restored watchtower and the first keep like the one between the Great Keep and the Armory but smaller.

They then saw a raven flying from the now improved first keep. People were perplexed at first. The rookery was above the Maester's Turret. The raven landed in front of the crowd before it started to dimly glow with a green-like hue. The guards were approaching with their blades drawn but Eddard had raised a flat hand their way; signaling for them to stay their ground. The glow faded as the form of the raven changed to a man. "Medivh?" Eddard asked.

"Whom else?" The Guardian answered with a jovial smile. "I hope that you weren't too worried."

"I can't argue with the result." Eddard admitted.

"The exterior is one thing. It's what is inside which should interest you." The Guardian responded courteous as always. "Shall we?"

"Lead the way, Guardian." He said as he gave the others a look which had them get back to their business. Medivh proceeded to lead him up the spiraling stairway of the watchtower before crossing the bridge. They entered the First Keep and the first thing Eddard noticed is that the interior had changed. It was ornate with a black marble floor which were a contrast to the pristine white walls. Ned wasn't entirely sure what to feel to have a piece of his ancestral home change so suddenly.

"I hope that you don't mind that I redecorated." Medivh asked in the usual relaxed manner. "I've removed the entrance at the base of the First Keep. For various reasons." He explained as they walked through the hallway which was lit up by levitating candles which illuminated the shimmering tapestries which was embroiled with figures he didn't recognize. No doubt characters in a story. "Each of them tells a part of a story. War of the Ancients. A conflict which changed which changed my homeworld forever."

Eddard came to halt. Did he just say, homeworld? "Yes, you heard right. I'm not of this world." Medivh said as he turned to face the Lord of Winterfell. "I was ready to take my place amongst the legends of the past but instead I woke up here in your care."

Eddard stared at the Guardian whose deep green eyes were penetrating his own. He couldn't help but believe what the Guardian said. It made sense he had never heard of what he spoke off. To ask why he never told them until now was pointless. They didn't know magic as intimately as he did. He doesn't think he would've believed him if he hadn't seen what he saw today.

"My world no longer needs a Guardian as mortal races banded together to vanquish a great evil." Medivh said as they continued through the hallway until they came to a intersection of doors. "Sleeping quarters for my apprentices or assistants." He commented before they came to the end of the hallway where there was a door and a spiraling stairway which lead up. "Beyond that door is a flight of stairs going down to the basement. It'll be used for storage."

"Above me is my quarters, private study and a library spanning a few floors." He wasn't kidding. The library put his own to shame by sheer size and content. A spiraling stairway taking them up each level. Shelves upon shelves with volumes and volumes of books. More levitating candles illuminated each sections. More shimmering tapestries decorated the walls in-between the shelves and there where shelves hiding behind the shelves! It was like a maze!

"The top floors are chambers meant for more advanced spellcasting. It's also an observatory used for stargazing." The Guardian explained as they sat down in Medivh's Study. Quite frankly Eddard was busy by the tour.

"Well Medivh. You've certainly made yourself at home." The Lord of Winterfell complimented to the Guardian whom with a wave of his hand had two goblets appear in front of them along with a pitcher with fresh water.

"Times are chaning, Lord Stark" The Guardain said after a moment of silence when Ned had regained his bearings. "I've seen a glimpse of what's to come. It is as your house says, Winter is Coming. However, I fear with it comes the undead. Those whom you call the White Walkers and their armies of wights."

Ned looked up from his now drained goblet of water. His gaze fixated on Medivh in disbelief. He looked hard but saw no hint of deceit or a lie. "Gods preserves us." He commented. "There's more isn't there?"

"I saw the coronation of a boy with golden hair and green eyes. A naked girl with white hair and violet eyes walking out of a fire with three dragon whelplings. Most concerning was a bay filled with ships burnt to crisp by green fire." Ned was stunned. A coronation, so Robert wouldn't survive to see the coming winter? That girl, a Targaryen with newborn dragons? A bay with burning ships, that green fire reminded him of wildfire.

"These are dire news." Ned said with a sigh. He had no reason to doubt Medivh's words. Not after having seen how kind and good he is with his children, especially Jon whom few showed kindness to. "Is that why you wanted your own residence and restore that watch tower?"

"An astute observation, Lord Stark." Medivh said with a nod. "You must prepare your people for the coming storm. However, I doubt others would trust the words of a stranger." He would be correct, he doubted the southerners would care for his premonitions, neither would his friend Robert heed his warnings.

"You would be correct. I can only marshal and prepare the North and that will have to be enough." Ned said, determinedly with steel to his voice. "I shall not speak of the Targaryen either, King Robert wouldn't stop at nothing to see all of them dead."

"Very well. I do have one last thing to ask, Lord Stark." The Guardian then said after a moment of contemplation. Ned nodded as to have his consent. "I'd like to teach one of your children in the magical arts. Specifically, Bran."