"Alright, Snow," Marvies leaned in close, and whispered to me, "this is your shot, your bow, and your arrow. Just relax, aim and shoot."
I took a deep breath in, and slowly let it out. We've been watching these kids for weeks; we know who they are, and we know what they can do, but what no one knows, is how I plan to use them. I could turn back right now; I could rais my right elbo just a bit higher, adjust my right arm just slightly left, and shoot the the slim, blondish boy straight in his right eye. But instead I sloutch my elbo and leave my right arm too far right, and I miss him by half an inch.
I create a look of disappointment, and Marvies soothes me, "Eh, it's alright, Snow, we'll work on it." and then we run to surround the group.
I swept up to the fair skinned, curly haired girl, grabbed both her arms firmly, and presses the dull side of the knife up to her throat, and whisper to her, "Move a muscle, and you'll be lying in a pool of your own blood.", so she doesn't notice how the knife isn't faced the right way.
Marvies strolled to the middle of the group, and then turned towards me and the girl. He walked towards us, and twirled the girl's hair inbetween his fingures, "Pretty one." He snickered before turning away.
He slowly walked around the circle before stopping between the crippled boy, and the blondish boy. He turned back to me and smiled a small smile, "Who should we kill first? What do you think, Landre". I knew who I was going to say, but I lingered on the though to add the suspense, "Kill the cripple.", I said, "He's usless without his legs."
Perfectly on cue, the cury haired girl yelled out, "That's Brandon Stark!"
This, I was not expecting. All I knew was that the crippled boy was a warg, but I was keeping that information from Marvies. I prayed to the Gods that Marvies didn't know who the Starks were, and, luckily, he didn't.
"Is it now?" he responded to the girl, "All the more reason to take his head, if you ask me."
I made sure to loosen my grip on the girl's arms, giving her then chance to break free, and that she did. She swung her head back, making my brain rattle inside my skull, knocked my knife away, and held her own weapon against my throat and said, "Touch a single hair on his head, and I'll slit this girl's throat.".
Marvies immediately started towards me and the girl, but I warged into the cripples direwolf just in time. (surprise)
I clasped on to Marvies' throat and bit down with all of my newfound strength; I pulled, and ripped his throat out along with it. As soon as I'd taken care of Marvies, most of the others started running away, so I entered back into my own body.
I looked around, and stood up to examine the scene, I saw the crushed skulls and lifeless bodies of my used-to-be friends, and was put into shock. I looked up to see the cripple's dumbfounded giant charging towards me. I tried to quickly back away, but he caught hold of my coller and began lifting me into the air. I was scared out of my mind, and, overall, confused. I've watched this group, and this giant cries when a branch falls out of a tree, so how has he changed so quickly? I Thought my plan had gone south, until I looked down into the eyes of my killer, and saw nothing but milky white orbs. I'd found a new chance to live. Throw him off guard, I said to myself. Then, the words slipped out, "He can warg humans?".
Thank the Gods, I was dropped to the ground instantly. I got up, and looked over at Brandon Stark, but he was already looking me dead in the eyes. I broke eye contact to look for the curly haired girl, but she was nowhere to be seen. She's behind me, I thought, so I turned around and smiled. There she was, and then there was her fist. And then there was darkness.
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I awoke next to a fire, and the tall, skinny boy with blondish brown hair was sitting in front of me; just staring at me.
"Yes?", I said
He didn't say anything. He just continued to stare. After a few moments, he leaned back and said, "My name is Jojen Reed. The girl who knocked you out is my sister, Meera,", I looked over at his sister, who was staring at me with nothing but hatred in her eyes,"the giant's name is Hodor," he continued to speak, and from the other side of the fire I heard a quiet "Hodor?" come from the giant's mouth,"and the boy over there is Brandon Stark. He's the whole reason why we are here."
I glanced over at the boy, Brandon, I was still in shock that he could warg into humans.
"I know who you are; we've been watching you, but you already knew that.", I looked back over to Brandon and said, "He can warg into humans."
"And you can warg, in general." Jojen replied, in a silly tone. He was quite lovely.
We looked at each other without speaking for a few moments; he looked at me as if he'd known me for a long time, and that made me suspicious. Meera stood up and walked over to us. She was sharpening her blade and staring me right in the eyes. "Jojen, why don't you go get some sleep. I'll explain the situation to our new.....friend."
Jojen reluctantly walked away, and Meera leaned closer to me and whispered, "I think you should know that the only reason you are alive right now, is because my brother persuaded me to spare your life. Don't test me".
I then sat up and whispered to her, " And I think you should know that the arrow I shot, the one that almost hit your brother," I leaned glanced at her for a split second to see the confusion on her face, "It didn't have to miss."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jojen fall to the ground. His eyes rolled back and he started seizing out of control. Meera pushed me back and ran over to him, then Hodor started crying out "Hodor! Hodor! Hodor!". Meera lifted her brother's head, and layed him on her lap.
"This is his Greensight isn't it? Is he okay?", I was freaking out for some odd reason. I don't even know this kid.
"How do you know about his Greensight?" Bran asked, but I ignored his question.
Then Jojen stopped. Almost as quickly as it started, he stopped seizing, and he just sat there. After a few moments her sat up, and looked at his sister, and then he looked at me.
"What is it? What did you see?", she asked him.
His eyes never broke from mine. All he did was stare, but I stared right back. It wasn't awkward staring, but it was almost like we were sharing secrets with each other that no on else knew, but it was all with a single look that we shared.
"I saw," He began. He laughed a whisper of a laugh, and briefly smiled, "I saw her.".
