Daughter of the Raven - Game of Thrones fan-fiction

'Sid! Sid!' I call into the trees. I could hear leaves crunch underfoot; he must be running back. Snow drifted past my face as I impatienly brush my hair out the way. It was getting so long, the long dark red curls almost reached my waist. I squinted through the woods, it was getting hard to see with all the snow. Suddenly out of nowhere, he crashed through the trees sending a mass of snow flying towards me. He stood over me and shook, shaking snow and leaves onto me, and the fire I had been trying to make. 

'Oh Sid! You idiot dog,' The fire hissed as the flames went out. I glare at him, and he drops a rabbit on my lap. 

'Oh great, but how am I supposed to eat, huh? Raw?' I pick up the rabbit and shake it at him. He cocks his head and sticks out his tongue. I sniff it, and shake my head. No, I'm not going to eat this raw. I'm not a wildling, even if I might look like one in my matted furs and worn leather. I chuck it at Sid, and immediatly he starts ripping it apart.

Sid is a wolf, and not any oridnary wolf. He's half direwolf. The Starks are known for having direwolves as their pets, and as their sigil, but we Gales have always had them in our homes. Our house sigil is a raven, a black raven on a dark blue and green background. Each member of my family has a raven, including me. My raven's name is Muran, she's black with a strange golden eye. Our household is not very well known, probably because we live further north than the Starks, and we live over the wall. We live on the Summer-set Isles, a group of small islands connected by stone bridges. I should say lived instead of live. Our home was destroyed, by giants. They surpised us by coming from the sea and at the dead of night. The giants threw rocks and boulders at the bridges, smashing them, stranding people, then they set fire to their homes. Luckily, my family and I were on the port islands, where most of the boats were kept, and we managed to escape to the frozen shore.

I glance up at the sky, the sun was already setting. I wrap my cloak more fiercly around me to stop the cold from sinking in. Sid had finished the rabbit and was now licking his lips. He yawned and came and lay next to me, his white and brown coat stood out compared to the dark colours I worn. 

'Sometimes, you're not always the smartest are you? Well, most of the time really.' He wagged his tail and nudged my side. I sighed and patted him. Stupid dog, but a big softy.

I had another nightmare that night. The same one. I was running back though the forest, to our camp where the survivours of the attack were. And when I reached there there, they were all dead. My family, friends, Dead. Their bodies were ripped apart, and arranged in a strange shape, a sort of sprial. But the worst thing was, I knew it wasn't a dream.

After the giants attacked, the ones who managed to survive walked arcross the frozen shore, to the hunted forest. We set up a small camp there, hoping to get back our strength so we could continue to the wall,where we hoped we could get help. What used to be a colony of over 600 people had been turned into 36. After we set up, my father, Lord Peeta Gale, told me to go scouting and see if any wildlings had any villages around here. I took Sid and Muran with me, as well as my knapsack, which has my most precious belongings in it. We set of into the woods, but found nothing. Just trees, rocks and a lot of snow. I started to make my back, when suddenly I heard screaming. Coming from the direction of our camp. I remember freezing, and Sid had started to growl. Muran flew off my shoulder into one of the snow covered pine trees. I had started to run back, when the screaming was cut off. I'd crouched down and peered over the bank where our camp was. I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from screaming. They were dead. Everyone. My whole colony dead, in less than a week. I had started to sprint then, hot wet tears had slid down my cheeks.
This is why I am alone, a lone Gale, lost in the North, in the haunted forest.

The early light of dawn woke me up.Frost covered me and Sid, who was still fast asleep. I struggle to keep my eyes open, but I know we have to get moving soon. I make to stand up when I couldn't help feeling that something was wrong. A feeling...of dread. I felt like we were being watched. I narrow my eyes and scan the forest, but nothing seemed unusual. Yawning, I stand up, and Sid immediatly rolls over on to my spot, which is warm. I stretch out when I hear a branch snapping. I froze. It's probaly nothing, I thought, but fear was clear in my head. Slowly I turned, and saw Sam Malcome standing by one of the trees. Sam and I had been friends, and we used to practice sword fighting and sometimes achery together. I was about to run up to him but something stopped me. Sam doesn't have blue eyes. Sam had brown eyes, nice, calm eyes. But this Sam has blue eyes, big, clear and freezing.
'Sam?' he wore no expression on his face. 'Sam, please it's me, your friend, Tana. You remember me, right?' he didn't move. My breath quickend. What in the gods was wrong with him? He toke a step forward, and raised a hand. It was black. With cold. I gasped, in shock and realisation. He was dead. A walker, a white walker, that's what they called them. Bodies raised from the dead and made to kill people. I stumble back, and trip over Sid, waking him with a shock.
'Sid! Sid we have to run!' I grab my knapsack from the ground and jump up as fast as I can.Sid must have spotted Sam because he started growling.
'Come on you stupid dog!' We run. Sid runs at my heels as I weave in and out of the trees. I try my hardest not to stumble over half hidden rocks and banks of snow. I run faster than I had ever before. For my life.

Suddenly, without warning the trees break out into a clearing on the edge of a cliff. I run up to the edge. There was no way down. I couldn't climb down there without breaking my neck. Sid started growling again. I turn, my breathing fast and panicked. More walkers were there. About a dozen. I reconsied most of the faces from those of my village, but some were new. Wildlings, by the look of them, and men, dressed in black. Could they be the men of the nights watch? I back up, closer to the edge.
' Walkers! Leave me be! I have done nothing wrong in my life, and I am only a child, please!' I tried to sound fearless, like my father, but my voice broke. I had two options. Try and fight them, which I would  most likely die and turn into one of them, or jump of the edge of the cliff. Suicide, I know, but better to die completly than raise again as a walker. I take a deep breath. I know what I have to do.
' Sid, run! To the wall, try somehow to make it there, warn them of the walkers.' He looks at me, his eyes full of understanding. ' I can't go with you this time.'
I close my eyes, then take a step backwards.
And fall.