Gendry raised his sword-sharp brows. "I have already foreseen the catastrophe that will end humanity, so I must step forward. That is a king's duty."
"The True Dragon lies broken, the lion destroyed, the tower toppled, the golden sea dragon dead in flames. Across the vast Seven Kingdoms, only the storm of the stag remains," the Green Men elder chanted, with the feel of an epic unfolding.
"Yes, you have no choice but to work with me..." Gendry spread his hands. "Only I have the strength to carry all of Westeros. Humanity's fate rests on my shoulders."
The Green Men elder climbed down from his seat, then looked at Gendry. He looked like a toy figure before Gendry, who leaned forward slightly as a sign of respect.
Gendry saw the Green Men's goodwill.
"In the age of the First Men, the Last Hero could not withstand the Long Night and chose to seek help from the Children of the Forest. Now, to resist the Long Night, we have chosen to seek out humans instead. How the times have changed. Draw Lightbringer and kill the king of the White Walkers."
"Dragonglass, dragonsteel, the Wall-I have seen them all," Gendry said. "But I have never seen Lightbringer."
As one waned, the other waxed. This was now destined to be humanity's age.
"Perhaps Lightbringer is a heart of gold? Perhaps it is a magic dragon, or Dawn. No one can say for certain." The Green Men elder looked at the king.
"Great Stag, you already possess a magic dragon and the Rhoyne's blessing. You have won the sky, the great river, and the storm. And we, on behalf of the earth, support your cause, the shared cause of all good people. Just as we supported your ancestor Durran in his day."
"Good."
"Then