White lies

Chapter 4

It was two days after the announcement to leave for north by the general. Despite of the fact that the dreggs had to leave the little palace as soon as Kaz came up with a plan. As of Kaz he hadn't come up with any instructions for the rest of them to set a plan in focus. Neither had he told y/n to escape on the way to the north which seemed weird to the rest of them as it could've been a way out of little palace. Kaz refused her to do such a thing instead he'd just sit in the shed outside sending out letters and ravens to somewhere. But as shocking as it may sound y/n trusted Kaz. She knew he'd come up with a way to get them out of here. They all trusted Kaz and for now it was enough for them to hold onto.
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It was past midnight the day before the unit y/n had made to join were to leave for the north. She was almost done with packing the knives as Inej advised her to along with her clothes when she heard a knock on the door. Strange. Because except for her only Inej would come to her chambers after midnight and Inej would never use the door, the window obviously. She strolled towards the door, she opened it in a small crack to see first if it's safe enough to let whoever it is inside at this hour. General. She was surprised to see him here, he was the last person she would've expected to be here at this time. She opened the wider standing up front before greeting general with a nod.
"General."
"Y/n. Packed for tomorrow?"
"Yes—I was almost finished." She said pointing back the knives on her table.
"Knives? You know you won't be able to take down a druskelle with a knife."
"Oh you'd be surprised."
"Right—I forgot I was talking to the infamous y/n from ketterdam."
Y/n just slightly chuckled off a possibly implied insult.
"I came here to give you this-" general began before bringing forward a black kefta, with the casual golden embroidery on the totrso side.
"A kefta—black one—" she said looking down at it trying not to sound amused at the slightest though she did found it quite staggering in a good way.
"It's yours, after that day I got genya to make you a black one."
"I-that's-that's lovely but I can't take it."
"Why not?"
"Black—it's your colour-and I'm not trained enough to get a claim to it."
"Technically you're my student, maybe not as good one but you are and you do look ridiculous in keftas the best I can do is make you look a little less ridiculous" he said with a playful huff.
"That's very thoughtful of you but I don't—"
"I've not come here to propose to you to wear a black kefta i am telling you to do so. Besides it's just a colour."
"Are you su—"
"I am. I want to see you in that kefta tomorrow when we leave. Don't be late" he said cutting her off again.
"I—I-okay-"
"Good night miss y/n." He said and started to walk towards his chambers.
"Night." She said watching him walk away and closed the door behind her leaving her by the edge of the door with the kefta general gave her. She put it by the table to keep it ready when she'd have to wear it to leave the next day. She jumped on to her bed exhausted and grunted in her pillow before drifting off to sleep.
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The next morning when the unit which were to fight against the drüskelle in the north, the whole palace was almost awake when the night was still young and dawn was get to set. As y/n walked outside of her chambers everyone  looked shocked seeing her in a black kefta. Some of them even tried to hide it that they were somehow shocked rather than jealous, some whispers here and there. Y/n barely make it out of the palace without being overwhelmed by the embarrassment. She couldn't care less about what the grishas of the palace had to say as she couldn't even get herself to think what'd the dreggs have to say about it.

The wagons were set ready for them to leave. General was have some last minute conversations with Ivan about the mission while y/n decided to see off to her team.

"Y/n—" Jesper stood speechless as he saw her coming in a black kefta.
Before he could make a taunt or a funny comment y/n cut him off "don't even—"
Jesper just nodded in reply trying not to laugh understanding the sheer embrasement of hers.
"Y/n? A black kefta?" Inej said sounding rather civil.
"It's—the general insisted-and I—" Kaz stepped in before she could finish.
"A black kefta?!" Exclaimed Kaz.
"Ah perfect." Y/n said with a sigh.
"It's the least of our concerns for now-going north today?" He said.
"Yes."
"Packed for the cold?" Kaz asked shifting the attention.
"Yes."
"Packed the knives?" Asked Inej.
"Yes."
"I'd offer a blue kefta too just to look colourful." joked Jesper.
"If you make one more joke I will kill you with my bare hands when I return."
"Sure! Try you luck."
"Enough." Said Kaz silencing them both "-and most importantly don't die."
"Of course!" Y/n said with a proud smile.
"Remember no mourners-"
"No funerals."
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It took about two days of ride from Ravaka to the north at castle black to the wall. They were given cabin rooms at the castle black, at the first day of arriving there almost the whole of unit from Ravaka was a shivering mess. They didn't tend to stay for long as soon as the drüskelle beyond the wall are set silent they can merely March back to Ravaka which wouldn't take that much time the general presumed. They reached there at night where they decided to sleep in for a day, it ought to be coldest night for the most of them north's cold indeed was playing its part.

In the morning the general set the until into two groups to March beyond the wall as planned. The two groups would split in different directions and cover the drüskelle camps from the both sides. It is enormous land beyond the wall as far as the eye can see but given the recent attacks on the men on the night's watch (the people who guard the wall they're human btw) they might've not gotten that far.

General stays back if it'd come to that matter that the drüskelle were to manage to fight back the Grisha unit, for which general was pretty sure won't happen but maybe a wildling interference. He had a bunch of healers and a few heartrenders for questioning with him for when they return.

He'd also had y/n staying back with them to which she protested to the extent.
"Why can't I go? I'm not a healer or a heartrender! They'd need me."
"You're not trained enough." He said drily.
"I-then why'd you bring me here in the first place all the way north then?"
"So you can watch and learn." He added a smirk.
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It had almost a day since both of the units had left, they'd be returning anytime today. y/n was at the castle library flipping through pages aggressively.

"Greetings miss y/n." said the general as he entered the library. Y/n didn't reply to him and kept reading the book in front of her.
"You know how to read?" He asked walking to the shelves to pick out a book. She didn't reply yet again.
"Sulk all you want-I know what I'm getting my grishas into and I'd be the one to choose as well."
"If you weren't going to let me go with them why bring me here?"
"You're not the only Grisha I've kept back have i? I don't see them complaining."
"Well they're healers and heartrenders and I'm not!"
"I have never been north-"
"So haven't I!" She said defensive almost quickly.
"Listen! And getting here I realised bringing you here was a mistake because not beyond or beside the wall is what you're trained for because the cold."
She hesitated before to calm herself before replying in spite of anger "You lack honour."
"Honour? Fine call it what you want." He said letting out a scoff.
"No I do mean it big titles like "the general" and you don't even fight with honour!"
"Fight with honour? That's a knight saying-I'm not one-where did you even learn that and if anyone here's lacking honour we know who that is."
"Ah yes—me! The criminal for ketterdam!"
"Well...."
"At least I've never made a decision out of my pathetic ego."
Before general could continue they heard a huge bell blast coming from someone at the watch. General stormed outside with y/n following him.
"One horn. One horn means the rangers! They must be back." Y/n said coming out of the library.
She was right. There were some Grisha horses marching back to the wall, they walked to the large castle doors opening as they watched the horses from the far coming closer.

Only when they comes nearer there wasn't a single Grisha on them. They were tied by their legs to their horses, not moving. As they drifted closer-the general came to know they had died. All of them. 16 dead bodies tied to horseback.