Jojen Reed One Shots

The Darkness

I was... undoubtedly curious. For once around here something was happening. The marshes are a crule place to outsiders of you make it through the thick mud, bugs and trees you'll be greated by the swarms of lizard lions and skulkers and I'd by a miracle you get past that most mud men kill outsiders on sight. But this was different I had heard thought whispers in the watch of a woman who had come from outside the marshes I knew little of her or why she was here but I know she did something, something bad. As now she resides in the dungeon below the watchtower. I couldn't help my curiosity so as darkness fell I lit a single candle I walked the hallowed halls of my ancestral family home the green walls and tapasties stealing the little light from the candle consuming it into the darkness. I walked barefoot to prevent my discovery, I walked the long corridors and hallowed stone halls with the sound of creaking always about me the house always creaked and shifted some dared to say grey water moved like swampy clumps in marsh water moving with the land around it. Some nights I do believe that. Passing paintings of faces I knew in passing I knew of there painted face and of there names but I knew not really who they where, they where my family by some relation in some way many of them long since buried in the deadmans marsh. I past sigils of my house the symbol I had known for as long as I remember, the particular green, the dark lizard lions in the infinite circle of licking its own tail I ignored it and hurried on though the house it was hushed and dark without a soul to be found. I walked slowly down to the dungeons the awful place it's wet, and murky, damp and dismall. But I suppose that was the intention. The cells all sat open but one. I walked to the cell and there I saw her she was not as I imagined she sat hunched over in a dirty black dress drawing something on the floor a symbol I didn't know. She hissed as the light of my candle hit her looking away

"Do not chase away the darkness boy. Or she might come back with a vengeance" she said

"Silence crone" I told her trying to sound strong but she laughed

"There are worse things you shall call me"

"What are you talking about?" I asked going closer

"There are many names you shall call me all of which come to pass in the time after this"

"What are you talking about?"

*The one light speaks to me. Tells me of the things to come and go of the things that shall come to pass and the things that wait for this to pass on" she explained she licked her fingers moving her hand out of the cell and holding the candle wick until it extinguished

"Who are you?"

"I am a voice"

"A voice for what?"

"For the light" she said looking at the window of her cell and the moonlight that cascaded inside thought it "jojen of house reed. You two are a voice"

"What are you talking about? I'm not a voice for anything"

She offered her hand and like a fool I took it she pulled me to kneel close to the bars and she moved close too holding the bars around her

"You speak for the trees. You speak for the earth. For the water and plants, for the animals and empty. You speak for the tree that's mouth never moves"

"How do you know about my dreams?"

"You are green. It blooms from you like petals of a flower." She says "you know what lies beyond the tall ice"

"The tall ice? You mean... beyond the wall"

"There is someone there. He waits. He has waited so long below the ice. He shall raise and army-"

"The raven? Is that who you speak off?"

"The raven shall come to pass. And fall as easily. To the threat that holds beyond the ice"

"Your a mad woman. Nothing more."

"Mad? Do not confuse my knowledge with madness simply because you lack it" she said grabbing my hand o heard her voice like an echo her eyes turned black and green as she spoke in a voice that was not her own "Jojen son of hawlon and orina, born heir of the reed house. You know what is to come for you. For fate has been set before you were more than a seed in your father. As is your route" she said before I moved away

"I know my fate. I have seen it too"

"Not all of it. The old gods hold secrets from you. Would you like to know?" She asks offering her hand

"No. Not about me. If my fate is decided I don't want to know it. Show me what you know"

She offered her hand sweetly so I gently took it and she spoke her worse so harsh and yet so sweet

"Two armies rise to the north, one an ally and one a danger. All who fear the north will flood the south. The dead marshes will rise. The madness will return to the chair of swords. Death will come for the magic of this world. And only the darkness of winter will rein." She explained showing me these awful things the rise of the dead, the burning of the world, I moved back in shock not wanting to see anymore

"Why are you showing me this?"

"Because. You need to know it. For when your open my door"

"I'm not letting you out"

"Aren't you? Not yet" she smiled "but you will"

"How do you know I will?"

"I have already seen it"

"Why would I let you out?"

"It's the same reason everytime. Because you know it is your fate."

"My fate... is to be the heir to grey water. To walk with the three eyed raven."

"Your fate is more then that. Your fate you shall never hold your families title of a lord of the grey water. You will walk with the raven and be beside him in the worse and best of times."

"If not me. Then who will hold grey water?"

"Your sister. And then your son"

"My... my son? I... I've never even kissed a girl. Let alone much else to give a son"

"That's why you open the door"

"You!" I yelped "I have a son with you! Why would I do that?"

"Who knows. Perhaps a dungeon lit by the moon is more romantic then it seems" she says "or... your a horny desperate little boy"

"I am not!" I argued and her response to that was to pull her dress down flashing her boobs "THATS NOT FAIR!"