### * Fanfic - Throws Games: The Penitant of Lost Almates *
#### ** Chapter 5: Promises and Sacrifices **
The Aurora began to brightener Winterfell, but the morning light did not bother relief to Elliott Wigan's heart. The decisions he needed to take weighed over him, and the ancient matures of the fortress seemed to witness each of his torments. While the inhabitants of Winterfell were prepared for a new day, the young Bastard contemplated the echoes of his life, questioning the cost of his promises.
** An Inexpected Meeting **
The sound of steps echoed in the corridors while Samwell Tarly approached. The young garnus of necktie hair brought with it a heavy load of responsibility. "Elliott," he began, his hesitant voice, "Jon wants to talk to you. He decided ... who wants to understand his mission. Your way. "
Elliott felt the tension in the air. A part of him longed for this conversation, but another part, darker, feared what this could mean. "And what do you think of this, Sam?" Elliott asked, the words almost suffocated by anxiety.
"I think you can get lost in this path," Sam replied. "But you can also find what you are looking for. Your journey does not have to be lonely. "
With no more words, the two of them went to the armor room, where Jon had waited them. The morning light filtered through the openings, launching long and tortuous shadows, reflecting the eternal dilemma between hope and despair.
** The Almas Talk **
When Jon saw Elliott in his gaze deepened in the ambiguity of the young man. "You made promises about the salvation of souls. But I want you to tell me: What does this really mean for you? " His voice had the gravity of a lord, but also the curiosity of a friend.
"It means that I can purify the chaos of this world," Elliott replied, the fervent conviction burning in his voice. "Corrupted souls are the cancer that consumed our kingdom. They must be treated, rescued, before it is too late."
"And you see yourself as the Savior?" Jon questioned his expression mixture of confusion and caution. "Do not fear that when you try to save others, can you get lost all?"
Elliott hesitated, feeling the strength of those words as a blow in the heart. "It's a constant battle inside me," he admitted. "Each soul that absorb, I feel the loss of something on me ... a memory, an emotion, a piece of childhood that I can no longer recover."
** A daring recognition **
Jon could not help but notice the scars that adorned Elliott's arms, each of them as a testimony of the burden that carried. "Maybe the true safeguard of the souls comes from a deep understanding of who we are. What do you really want when you collect these souls? "
"I do not want to be consumed by the hatred or the despair that surrounds me," revealed Elliott, the vulnerability exposed in his voice. "I just wanted to find a purpose, a way of not just a bastard with a cruel past. But I do not want to be a monster. "
"Then you need to face the devour in yourself," Jon advised, now closer, as if trying to connect to that shared torment. "Understand that you are not the only victim of this war. You can choose not to get stuck in this cycle. "
** Appointment and sacrifice **
Taken by Quejon had said, Elliott pondered. He knew Jon was right, but what could mean that choice? Had the ability to touch others, but would she be willing to allow them to touch him too? At that moment, Elliott made a promise. "If you help me understand this fight, maybe I can find a path that does not only involve only sleeve."
Those silver eyes, marked by the legacy, spleded with a new type of hope. "I'll be beside you, Elliott. But remember, the choice is yours. You can decide to be the Savior that the world needs or arrest in the darkness. "
** The new Alliance **
With this new understanding, an alliance was formed between the two, proposed in the fragility of his stocks. Jon E Elliott realized that they could face the shadows that haunted them.
While long day unfolded, the two young people prepare for a confrontation not only with external forces, but with their own essences. With the renewed determination, Elliott committed to seek a form of leadership that did not purify itself, but also healing and restrained humanity.
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* From the walls of Winterfell, where echoes of pain and hope went to interviewed, a new mission was born. If Elliott Wigan could find a way for redeeming with Jon Snow, their destinations could finally cross in a path that would benefit not only to them, but to all Westeros. *