Lost beyond the wall, Jasmine Otherys and her twin Isabelle encounter creatures they've never seen before looming their surroundings, killing their companions, and leaving them all alone, stranded in a harsh environment.
Their flee ends them right o...
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JASMINE'S FIRST WORDSwere: "Where is my sister?" It took her a while to collect herself before she realized someone was missing—Isabelle. The elder twin was nowhere to be found as Jasmine's eyes scanned the faces of the men looking at her.
Jon and Sam exchanged a glance before turning to Grenn and Edd, who looked back at them with questioning eyes. "Where is she?" Jasmine asked again, her voice weak as she sat there, looking up at Jon.
"She's safe," Jon reassured.
"Where?" Jasmine inquired again.
"She's beyond the Wall with Jon's brother," Sam finally managed to speak. "She went back for you."
Jasmine's eyes dropped as tears started to well up, her breathing heavy.
"We'll find her," Grenn whispered from beside her, giving her hand a comforting squeeze.
Training the recruits was the order of the day, much like before, but the gravity of the situation led Ser Alliser to permit Jasmine, the lone female at Castle Black, to train with Jon Snow and Grenn. If they were to face an army of Wildlings or worse, they would need every ablebody to fight, and Jasmine was ready with the skills she already possessed.
Swords clashed as the recruits watched, gathered around Jon and Jasmine as he put her skills to the test. "Bring it through!" Jon commanded as she repeatedly struck him. "And again."
The men were impressed, watching a young girl deftly deflect every hit Jon directed at her and skillfully counterattack.
Grenn was also training with them, giving Jasmine the opportunity to face off against two opponents. "Good," Jon assessed as he watched the young girl spar with Grenn. "Very good."
Jon was now against Grenn, their blades clashing. "Very nice. Good."
They continued their training until Jon was satisfied, and the three paused for a short break.
"A lot of Wildlings fight with a weapon in each hand," Jon explained, catching his breath. "First thing you want to do is disarm them, try to even the odds."
Jon handed Grenn a second sword, and they engaged. Jon quickly knocked away one of Grenn's swords. Grenn took a wide swing, Jon ducked, then blocked his forearm and put his blade to Grenn's throat. Olly, the kid watching the training with other recruits, smiled as Grenn nodded, admitting defeat.
"Let's see what you can do," Jon said, inviting other men to join, and Olly stepped forward, ready. "Olly, you just watch for now."
"I can fight," the boy argued.
"Have you ever held a sword before?" Jon asked.
"I was the best archer in our hamlet," Olly said, causing the recruits to laugh.
"I was!" Olly burst out.
"I believe you," Grenn told the boy. "We'll go hunting for rabbits one day. Right now, watch and learn."
