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Old 06-27-2016, 11:07 AM
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I have been on vacation for the last 10 days so I just caught up last night on the last 2 episodes. Bastard Bowl might be my favorite episode of any show ever. Like #1 on the list of best piece of TV I have ever seen. Battle of Winterfell was epic, Danny wrecking faces was epic, the entire thing was f#cking amazing and exactly what I was hoping I would see.

Targaryans apparently give all their children Dragon eggs when they are born, and the dragon and child bond while in the crib with one another. So the theory goes that Ned Stark hid Jons dragon egg in the crypts of Winterfell so that when an appropriate time came, he could tell Jon his true heritage… Now that Jon is confirmed Targaryan – I leave you with this bit from the books.

"Sometimes I dream about it," he said. "I'm walking down this long empty hall. My voice echoes all around, but no one answers, so I walk faster, opening doors, shouting names. I don't even know who I'm looking for. Most nights it's my father, but sometimes it's Robb instead, or my little sister Arya, or my uncle." The thought of Benjen Stark saddened him; his uncle was still missing.
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"Do you ever find anyone in your dream?" Sam asked.
Jon shook his head. "No one. The castle is always empty." He had never told anyone of the dream, and he did not understand why he was telling Sam now, yet somehow it felt good to talk of it. "Even the ravens are gone from the rookery, and the stables are full of bones. That always scares me. I start to run then, throwing open doors, climbing the tower three steps at a time, screaming for someone, for anyone. And then I find myself in front of the door to the crypts. It's black inside, and I can see the steps spiraling down. Somehow I know I have to go down there, but I don't want to. I'm afraid of what might be waiting for me. The old Kings of Winter are down there, sitting on their thrones with stone wolves at their feet and iron swords across their laps, but it's not them I'm afraid of. I scream that I'm not a Stark, that this isn't my place, but it's no good, I have to go anyway, so I start down, feeling the walls as I descend, with no torch to light the way. It gets darker and darker, until I want to scream." He stopped, frowning, embarassed. "That's when I always wake," (AGOT, 258-9).


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