Visions, you sent the boy visions, told him to travel past the wall, to the heart of the world, he needed wings to fly, so that is what you gave him, the wings of freedom. The ability to fly just by using his mind, he was close, and with company. The dead was with them, it was dangerous, he might die. What felt like aged passed, not that time made any sense anymore, not to the three eyed raven. Somehow, the boy made it, crawling, crawling to the heart, to the god he owed his power to.

"Brandon Stark." The voice boomed. It has been a while since the raven used her voice. Too long, she almost forgot how to speak.

"W-who are you?" The boy croaked back, his voice was barely audible

"My name is long forgotten in history, frozen over in the minds of the first men, but alas you would know me as the three eyed raven that has haunted you for years."

"What... what are you?"

"I am death, I am life, I am past and future, I am all that ever was and all that ever will be." The three eyed raven answered