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[Third person POV]
"We should go back now" Gared tells Waymar, after remembering what Oberyn said about his fight against the Others before leaving Black Castle.
"Are you afraid of the dead?" Waymar asked with disdain
"The dead are dead, but I feel that something terrifying is stalking us in the forest" Gared tells them, feeling the increasingly icy cold.
"Take me to where the bodies of the wildlings lie" Waymar orders Will, and looks up at the darkening sky.
"Will has seen them, we better go back, Prince Oberyn told us that he fought the Others five years ago" Gared tells Waymar what Prince Oberyn told them
"I'm sure he was drunk and made up that bullshit story we get told as kids before we go to sleep" Waymar tells Gared with a frown.
"The Prince wasn't drunk, he was lucid when he spoke to us," Gared tells him with a frown.
"Shut up, Will leads the way." Waymar tells Gared to shut up and follows Will towards the wildling camp.
Will led the way with fear, after hearing what the Prince said, because he was not there that day and he missed the words said by him. Gared glared at Waymar and felt the leader made a mistake in going against his advice.
Will shared Gared's uneasiness, and he remembered all the old stories and his guts turned even more. He had been on the wall for more than four years, but he was already a veteran of a hundred expeditions, and the endless expanse of dark jungle that southerners called the Haunted Forest was not frightening to him.
Until tonight; Tonight he felt something different, the darkness had a nuance that made his hair stand on end. Will and Gared wanted to do nothing but ride back to the safety of the wall. They left their horses and advanced to the camp of the savages.
"Mormont said to follow their tracks, and we already have," Gared told the others, paying no attention to Waymar "They're dead. They won't bother us again. We have a hard road ahead of us. I don't like this weather, if it falls snow it will take us a long time to return to Black Castle, have you ever seen an ice storm, my lord?"
Waymar remained silent, watching the growing darkness of twilight with that look of his, between bored and distracted. Until he noticed in the camp of the savages there was no movement on their part when they approached them
"Have you seen blood?" Waymar asks Will, because when he arrived he noticed that the bodies were inert
"Not really, my lord" Will answers, moving the body of one of the savages
"Surely their deaths are due to the cold," Gared tells Waymar, "I saw men freeze to death last winter, and the winter before, when I was almost a boy. Everyone talks of snow twenty yards deep, and of how the icy wind comes howling from the north, but the true enemy is the cold"
"Let's go back" Waymar ordered them, after feeling that the weather was getting colder in a few breaths.
After turning around and walking a few steps, they felt something strange pass near them, they all turned around and noticed that the bodies were gone, they all took out their weapons and waited for an ambush by the savages.
"Will, climb up that tree, and tell us what you see from there" Waymar orders will, while the others watch around them
Will climbs up to the highest branch and from there he can see the clearing, while the moonlight shines around the forest. From there I notice that they had disappeared. All the corpses had disappeared
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Games Of Thrones: The Lost Hero
Fantasya reincarnated young man with a system that allows him to develop his abilities, with the condition of fulfilling missions from which he will be able to choose three options or he will have a punishment if he does not comply with the chosen option. ...
