Soon you'll know what's is my name (ADOPTED)

I

The episode begins at Castle Black, the primary redoubt of the Night's Watch. Three rangers, Ser Waymar Royce, Gared, and Will, are preparing to embark on a ranging. They enter the tunnel leading to beyond the Wall, eventually emerging on the other side, where they continue on into the Haunted Forest, all of them branching off in different directions. We follow Will, who has arrived at a clearing in the forest. Will's horse snorted nervously, sensing the tension in the air.

"Why is he so nervous? Is there danger around?" Nico asked, his brow furrowed in confusion, a hint of worry in his voice.

"We don't know yet, but we will find out," Artemis replied, her smile soft and reassuring, trying to ease the boy's anxiety.

"Easy, boy..." Will murmured softly, his voice a mix of quiet reassurance and unease. Dismounting, he crouched low, moving cautiously through the snow.

"Winter is the best time of year," Zeus said. "Oh, is it?" Hera replied mockingly, fully aware that he preferred to sneak off with mortals during the winter months.

As he reached the ransacked camp, his eyes widened in horror at the sight of mutilated corpses.

Everyone's eyes widened in shock.

His breath caught, heart racing. Panic seized him as he turned and fled, only to stumble upon the body of a wildling child, lifeless and skewered. Terror coursed through him as he bolted back to his horse.

"What is with the bodies arranged in diamond-like patterns?" Annabeth asked. "This is a whole new level of something," Percy said.

Will's chest heaved as he rejoined Waymar and Gared. Waymar barely looked up, his voice indifferent, almost dismissive.

"What d'you expect? They're savages. One lot steals a goat from another lot, and before you know it, they're ripping each other to pieces." Waymar's words were matter-of-fact, as if the scene Will had witnessed was trivial.

"It's like he had seen some before," Percy said, his voice laced with disbelief. "I didn't... Savages aren't like this," Annabeth said, shock evident in her tone.

Will's voice trembled, his fear palpable. "I've never seen wildlings do a thing like this. I've never seen a thing like this, not ever in my life!"

"How close did you get?" Waymar asked, his tone slightly probing but still unconcerned.

"Close as any man would," Will replied, his voice edged with lingering dread.

Gared, more wary, spoke up, his voice firm but laced with unease. "We should head back to the Wall."

Waymar turned, his voice dripping with condescension. "Do the dead frighten you?"

"If it was orders, then do as you're told," Zeus said with a shrug.

Hera looked at him, her voice barely a whisper. "Of course, you would say that," she murmured, the memory of all the times he had ordered her around surfacing in her mind.

"Our orders were to track the wildlings. We tracked them. They won't trouble us no more," Gared said, his tone insistent, but calm.

Waymar's gaze hardened. "You don't think he'll ask us how they died? Get back on your horse," he ordered coldly.

Gared huffed in irritation, grumbling as he walked off.

"They're like teenagers," Aphrodite said with a sigh. "For once in your existence, I have to agree with you," Hera replied.

Will's fear bubbled up again. "Whatever did it to them could do it to us. They even killed the children!" His voice cracked with panic.

Waymar's tone was cutting, dismissive. "It's a good thing we're not children. You want to run away South, run away. Of course, they'll behead you as a deserter... if I don't catch you first."

Will hesitated, fear and desperation warring within him as Waymar's voice turned firm, leaving no room for argument.

"He should've never said anything about that if it made him more fearful," Jason said. "It's his own fault," Hera replied.

"Get back on your horse. I won't say it again."

Though still shaken, Will obeyed.

The three of them cautiously approached the area where the corpses once lay, swords drawn. Will's heart pounded in his chest as they neared the camp. But as they stepped into the clearing, the bodies had vanished.

"Well, God damn!"

Waymar's voice held a note of irritation, his patience thinning. "Your dead men seem to have moved camp."

Will's voice was low, trembling. "They were here..." The certainty in his voice now tinged with disbelief.

Gared, glancing uneasily at the snow-covered ground, turned to Will. "See where they went." His tone was steady.

"Someone will end up dead," Apollo said. "Finally, something I can agree with you on," Artemis replied, causing Apollo to glare at her.

As Will began to backtrack, Waymar pushed forward with Gared trailing. The atmosphere around them thickened with an eerie quiet. In the next clearing, Gared knelt, picking up something from the snow-a scrap of red cloth.

Waymar's voice carried a flicker of curiosity, barely masking his impatience. "What is it?"

"Blood of death," Ares muttered darkly.

Gared barely began to speak, "It's-" when his face twisted in horror, eyes widening. Behind Waymar, a creature loomed-tall, menacing, ice-cold.

Waymar turned, his confidence shattering in a flash as the White Walker lunged, its blade slicing through the air, striking him down in one swift motion.

"Th-That thing is a White Walker? It's ugly," Piper said, her face twisting in disgust.

Will, alone and fearful, wandered through the forest, his breath coming in ragged bursts. Suddenly, Gared's blood-curdling scream pierced the quiet, causing Will to freeze. His eyes darted as the horses galloped away, panicked. Confusion clouded Will's face, quickly morphing into terror. He followed the direction they fled, only to see a small figure standing in the distance.

As the figure turned, the horrific truth hit him-it was the wildling girl, her blue eyes glowing with unnatural life. Reanimated. A wight. Will's fear overtook him, and he bolted, sprinting through the forest as fast as his legs would carry him.

"That, in a way, was giving a little Hades," Percy said, earning a sharp glare from Hades, only to have Poseidon glare at him in return.

"Someone will not make it out alive," Athena muttered, and Zeus nodded in agreement.

Not far away, Gared too was running for his life, the icy White Walker in pursuit. Both men stumbled into the same clearing, breaths ragged as they paused for a moment of shared desperation. But before they could react, the White Walker caught up, grabbing Gared by the neck and decapitating him with a single brutal stroke.

"Damn..." Athena said, her voice heavy with disbelief. "Poor him," Annabeth said, sympathy lacing her tone.

Will's body trembled, horror-stricken as he fell to his knees. The White Walker's strange, guttural growl filled the air, echoing through the forest. With a cold sneer, it threw Gared's severed head at Will's feet. Defeated, Will could only stare, paralyzed by terror, as the creature's icy gaze bore down on him.

"All you have to do is run!" Zeus yelled, frustration evident in his voice.

Hera looked at him, rolling her eyes. "He would only get chased down anyway," she said, exasperation dripping from her words.