I'll come back when it's over, no need to say goodbye.
Elena stared up at Robb, noticing that his eyes were like a mad man's. They were hopelessly scanning her face for any emotion. Elena knelt down on her knees without saying anything and put her hands up in defeat while trying to remain as calm as possible.
Robb frowned, tears forming in his eyes. Elena knew something was wrong, something was messing with his mind. That something most likely being the Dark One. Elena knew she couldn't do anything but to feel the pain Robb felt by looking into his eyes.
"Elena." Robb tried to breathe, it looked like he had no control over his body. His eyes seemed desperate but his face showed no emotion.
So Elena just continued to stare up at him with the sword against her throat, afraid to trigger something in his mind. She wasn't only protecting herself, the thing she found of most importance was that Robb couldn't kill her because it'd break him when he would realize what he had done.
Robb's body began to shake, his eyes still frantically and desperately staring into Elena's.
"Elena." Robb mustered out. "There's someone in my head."
Elena nodded. She tried to hide her emotion, she knew it would only please the Dark One. It was hard for her though, she could see the pain and confusion in him but she couldn't do anything about it.
"But it's not me." Robb's body began to shake uncontrollably but his sword was still held dangerously hard against Elena's throat. Yells of Robb's guards came closer after they had realized that their king wasn't behind them anymore.
"I have to kill you." Robb said sternly and pushed his sword harder against Elena's throat. It cut into her skin and drew blood.
"Your grace!" The soldiers arrived and saw the two standing there, Elena on her knees with her hands up in defeat and Robb looking at her with his sword ready.
"My king?" One of the soldiers spoke, it woke something in Robb. The man saw the hesitation in Robb. "She's a danger, your grace, just like you said. You will only be protecting your people."
Robb nodded and pulled back his sword a little so he could put more force against his next blow. Elena realized that he was going to do it, he was going to kill her right there and then. She took in a deep breath, fear filling her and her hands shaking. She closed her eyes with a single teardrop falling down her cheek.
Suddenly a snarl erupted from behind the tree followed by soft footsteps coming closer. First Elena thought that it was Grey Wind, Robb's dire wolf. But Grey Wind would've never attacked him, this one did though one moment after he made the snarl.
The guards started screaming and attacking the unknown animal while Robb had been knocked down by it, now laying on the ground beneath him.
Elena opened her eyes immediately and saw the black panther growling at Robb before he attacked the other guards. They screamed for help, other soldiers in the forest yelled back but they were far away.
Elena jumped up but hesitated on what to do. She could run away and put distance between Robb and her but she could also attack the panther. She couldn't just let it hurt him, not even after what had just happened. He was still her Robb, some guardian with mental abilities couldn't change that.
The animal had saved her though, she couldn't attack it. So she just stood there, unsure of what to do as she examined the animal. It was a black panther, unlike she had ever seen. It was abnormally huge. It had big and powerful muscles,a lean body and it was as dark as the night.
Elena could feel the power radiating off him and she knew it was no ordinary animal, no, it wasn't even one.
The creature turned towards her when he had taken down the last remaining soldier. Robb was still lying on the ground grasping his wounded arm. He looked at the panther, his wounds weren't even big or painful, the animal had avoided hurting him too much.
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The Guardian of the North (Robb Stark) Completed
FanfictionAll that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost, The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring, Renewed sh...