### * Fanfic - Throws Games: The Penitant of Lost Almates *
#### ** Chapter 7: The guitches of the guilt **
Winterfell plunged into a new era of uncertainties. The echoes of the battle against white walkers still reverberated in the minds of survivors, and the arrival of Elliott Wigan brought a new layer of complexity. Now, joining Jon Snow and his allies, he prepared to face demonias not only in the cold mountains of the north, but also the wounds he did not heat within each of them.
** Reflections in the snow **
In the aurora of a cold day, Elliott retired to one of the Winterfell towers. The walls were cold, but offered a perfect point of view to observe the movement below. The snow that fell gently covered the floor, creating a layer of purity on the vestiges of blood and pain. As he admired the melancholy beauty, Elliott remembered the most painful lesson that he had learned: every soul he collapsed he had a weight - his memories of his lives, his wounds and his hopes.
"Why do you so far from others?" Sansa Stark's voice surprised him, interrupting his deveranty.
"Sometimes you should move away to see the whole tragedy," Elliott replied, keeping his eyes aimed at the horizon. "Life is an intricate cycle of light and shadows."
Sansa approached his expression a mixture of concern and curiosity. "What do you really expect to reach, Elliott? Have you ever wondered if you can save souls without harming your own? "
It resounded as a terrifying truth. He knew that in the depths of his obsession by redemption was losing. "I ... I can not stop. If you do not act, the chaos will take account. "
"Why do you prevent you from feeling, from human?" Sansa asked, now close to, almost whispering.
** A dangerous swing **
Elliott faced his anguish. The weight of his mission never felt so oppressive. "Because feeling it would risk getting lost everything again. I already missed. " The sansa look, full of understanding, made him questioned: would it be that the safer path to salvation?
The scars in his arms seemed to pulse, echoing the pain of his journey. It was an internal struggle, a battle between the desire for connection and the fear of being back the cause of pain. At a time of clarity, he realized that perhaps was seeking purification not only by the souls of others, but also for his own.
** Decisions that Mold Dost destinations **
That afternoon, while the sun punish, Elliott met again with Jon Snow and Samwell Tarly in the Warroom. "We need to make a choice," Jon began, his voice firm and decided. "The battle we face is not just against the hikers, but also against the despair that spread among us."
"I can get mistakes because of my choices," Elliott declared, his intensity growing. "What I do is to keep the souls in the security of chaos. But what if my fight ... the fight to save them what is really off to be saved? "
Jon exchanged a significant look with Sam, realizing that Elliott's struggle was deeper than most could understand. "You work with the shadows. But we can also bring light to it. We need to join forces and face the true enemy: the doubt and the fault that assumed us. "
** The acceptitical ritual **
Driven by the urgency of the situation, the three agreed to carry out a ritual of acceptance. A ceremony that would not only allow Elliott to face their own shadows, but would also help their allies to connect deeply.
Gathering the limb members and some of the Wolterfell nobles, they prepared for a moment when they could share their stories, their insecurities and accept their pains. It was a call of union and confrontation.
"What will happen here is a treatment," Elliott explained to the present, "a reminder that even in the most obscure moments, we are not alone." He looked at Jon's eyes and sans, finding comfort in the warmth of his souls.
** The Interior Storm **
As the ritual began, a wave of emotions took account of the group. The whispers of the devouror filled the room, making it visible the pain and regrets of each one. Elliott felt the pressure increase as the stories began to emerge. One by one, the souls were exposed, each sharing their experiences.
Jon spoke about his fault in relation to his family. Sansa shared on the weight of loading the hopes of all. Sam, thrilled, confessed his fears to be a leader and lives that he felt he could not save.
As each spoke, the emotional scars that carried began to manifest as a dance shadows, intertwining and emanating a palpable energy.
** A light thumb and shadow **
It was in the climax of the ritual that Elliott realized what had happened - as he helped others confronted, he was also allowed to confront his fear. At that moment, he saw his childhood dancing in his eyes, and the laughter he had forgotten began to return, a far ace of a time when the hope still existed.
With a cry of liberation, Elliott raised his hands. "We're more than our scars! We are the choices we do! The world can be a chaotic place, but together we can face what he offers us! "
Connected through shared feelings and truths, they found a new strength. The dark could not prevail if everyone was together standing.
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* With the acceptance of his own shadows, Elliott, Jon and Sansa emerged from the ritual as not only warnerfell warriors, but as a pouchback pouching of the redemption. Attracting their stories, a path was formed in the darkness - a path that could not only save souls, but also to turn their own destiny for a future where hope and despair could coexist. *