"May the Old Gods protect us!"
Sansa knelt on the ground with her eyes closed, silently praying in her heart.
"Protect Father, Arya, and Rickon in King's Landing. Keep them safe!"
"Please let Bran wake up soon!"
"Keep everything safe at Winterfell, so Mother and Robb can rest easy."
"Please let Garon's wish come true..."
The girl knelt before the heart tree, making wish after wish, as if the tree before her were a wishing machine.
Garon felt strange, not because of Sansa's wishes, but because he could hear her prayers.
His consciousness drifted within the heart tree.
Through the eyes on the heart tree's face, he could clearly see Sansa praying with her lips closed, yet her words flowed endlessly into his consciousness.
Is my ability to skinchange into a heart tree letting me hear other people's thoughts?
What is this supposed to be? God listening to the prayers of his followers?
If he hadn't been reincarnated as Garon, perhaps he could have used this ability to pass himself off as one of the Old Gods and fool the descendants of the First Men in the North.
But right now, all he wanted to know was how to return to his body.
As Garon tried to figure it out, Sansa had finished praying.
She rose silently and walked out of the Godswood along the Blackwater, never noticing that anything was amiss with the heart tree before her.
By then, the sky was beginning to lighten.
Only then did Garon realize that he had been trapped in the heart tree for nearly an entire night.
Damn it, how do I get out?
I can't live inside this heart tree forever!
A wave of fear washed over Garon, and his mind began to waver against his will.
The next moment, his