Jojen Reed One Shots

Fate

The grey sky hung heavy and low, a thick blanket that pressed down against the earth, reluctant to yield to the encroaching darkness of night. Hodor, Rickon, and Shaggy's dog had been absent for far too long, scouring the surrounding woods in search of food. Left behind were only Bran, who remained under Osha's vigilant watch, and Summer, the direwolf, who patrolled the area with a low, steady growl that resonated in the eerie stillness.

As twilight deepened, an unnatural chill seeped into the air, cutting through the last remnants of warmth. Osha tightened her grip on her spear, her senses on high alert as she caught Summer's instinctive reaction a sudden shift in stance, ears pricked, her gaze fixed intently on the dense thickets beyond.

Bran pressed himself against the rough bark of the ancient tree, heart racing, pulse quickening as he strained to catch any sign of movement. The world around him felt charged with palpable tension, a deep-rooted instinct urging him to stay still and vigilant. Then, in the dim light filtering through the leaves, he finally caught sight of it a sliver of movement, a low rustle that hinted at something lurking just beyond the trees, waiting in the shadows.

A shadow glided gracefully between the trees, exuding an otherworldly presence that felt both ghost-like and ethereal. It moved with an eerie silence, disturbing neither the branches nor the leaves, as if it floated through this realm without truly belonging to it.

Eventually, the shadow took form, revealing a tall man with striking blonde hair, dressed in heavy green garments that blended seamlessly with the forest around him. His attire seemed almost like armour, designed for both protection and camouflage. As he stepped closer, the tension in the air shifted, prompting Summer to bark sharply and growl defensively, her instincts on high alert in the presence of this enigmatic stranger.

Osha lept into action and pressed her spear to the back of the man's neck, "Not another step boy. Unless you want to drown in your own blood."

"I'm Unarmed." He answered,

"That was poor planning,"

"We, have no need for weapons."

"Then you're a fool, boy."

He scoffed, "If you wanted me dead you'd have killed me already,"

"Who are you?" Bran ordered, "Why are you here?"

He glared at Osha who moved back her spear, he took slow and confident steps to Summer as the dire wolf barked and growled, but he simply held out his hand, "You must be Summer." The wolf sniffed at his hand and turned tail cuddling up to Bran's leg.

"Why are you here?"

"We have come a long way to find you, Brandon." He said, "And we have much farther to go."

"Who are you."

"I am Jojen of House Reed Son Of Howland Reed,"

"How-Howland. You're Howland Reed's son."

"Correct. And this is my lady of the stars, My wife. Y/n." Jojen turned,

As if summoned by the mere mention of her name, a striking woman appeared at the edge of the clearing behind Osha. Her long, fiery Y/H/C hair was intricately braided, cascading down her back like a vibrant river. She wore a flowing gown of deep purple, its rich fabric contrasting beautifully with the surrounding foliage. However, the hem of her gown was stained with mud, suggesting she had traversed through the elements to reach this hidden sanctuary. The air seemed to shift around her, lending an air of mystery to her presence.

"The Wolf follows the bird in hopes of flying," she said, "He will fall if he doesn't see the sky."

"We know where you are going Brandon, and you are going to need our help," Jojen told him,