The Guardian of the North (Robb Stark) Completed

Remember me

"Let the light guide you away, hold every memory as you go. Every road you take, will always take you home." - See you again by Whiz Kalifa.

"Please don't." Elena breathed out as she pressed her eyes shut. She could feel the warmth of the fire that was burning around her. For the first time it actually burned her skin, the sensation almost too painful.

"Elena." Gillian whispered. Another sob found its way out of her, her breath hitching in her throat, struggling to breathe. "Look at me."

"Stop, please." Elena cried out and bawled her hands into fists, the pain filling her entire body. She forced herself to look at him because she was the one to put him there in the first place. It was in a way a punishment for her, for the fact that she failed yet another person.

Gillian looked at her, his eyes were filled with hatred and disgust. "You could have saved me." He spit out. Then Elena saw it happen all over again, the sword piercing his chest, him falling to the ground and the hopelessness in his eyes when she was holding him.

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"Nooo!!" Elena screamed and almost jumped awake, her sobs shaking her entire body as she struggled to breathe.

"My lady?" one of the guards rushed into her tent. He stood there in the entrance, looking at her while he contemplated on what to do. He seemed utterly lost there.

Elena almost jumped out of her bed and ran outside to see if Gillian was still there. After all, it could've all been a nightmare. The fact that her arms were covered in cuts though made her realize that it wasn't true. She let out a soft whine of despair when she stepped into the sunlight, seeing the camp around her. Above all she saw the soldiers, all looking tired and defeated. 

"My lady?" One of them stepped towards her, his arm slightly raised to reach out to her. He hesitated when he looked at her, noticing that she was only wearing a gown. "Are you allright?" He asked worriedly, his eyebrows scrunching together in concern. 

His touch though only scared her, sending her dashing away from him and everyone else's curious gazes. Elena kept on running on her bare feet, her legs carrying her towards Dreadfort that was located right beside the camp. Several soldiers tried to stop her but she either pushed them away or froze their feet to the ground so they couldn't chase her.

Elena arrived, she saw the castle burned, everything had fallen apart in a dark burned mess, burying all the dead.

"No." Elena sobbed and fell to the ground, everything was coming back to her, the whole battle popping into her memories.

"Please no." The wind was gathering, blowing harder each second, ice was covering the ground around Elena, still growing bigger. The trees whined, branches and leaves blowing off. Elena's hands gripped the ground tightly, the earth getting under her nails. She sobbed so hard that her whole body shook with each one. The pain was filling every part of her as tears streamed down her face.

"Elena." A soft voice said behind her. He sat down next to her, pulling her body against his chest, his warm hand on her cheek while the other was rubbing circles on her back.

"It's going to be okay." Robb whispered in her ears. He felt the sobs wrecking her body. After a week he still wasn't prepared for this moment. He knew she'd wake up sometime but he just couldn't ever bear to see her like this, let alone prepare for it. 

"He's dead." Elena sobbed uncontrollably while clutching onto Robb's shirt. "He's dead and it's all my fault."

"No you didn't. It's not your fault." Robb whispered softly and kissed the top of her head. He saw her hands which were covered with ice, the skin blue and cold. In her hair were tiny snowflakes and around them there was also a thin layer covering the ground. The circle was getting bigger and bigger with each moment while the wind was growing stronger. The trees creaked, their roots already giving up.