--As of right now the story has been discontinued due to lack of motivation--
"He stared at me. And I at him. We stared for what seemed like an eternity, the rest of the world fading into the background. I asked for his name, but he kept going off t...
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Sorry for such a long wait for this chapter, and any other future chapter. School is beginning to be a bit too much. As is life in general. I don't know what to do anymore. Hopefully, I can somehow manage to turn that into motivation to write. For it's the only thing that's keeping me sane at the moment.
Ps. This chapter is from Jojen's POV
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Jojen
It's been days since the omen.
A night since the dream.
And exactly twenty-four seconds since I last thought about that Savior of mine. Oh. Okay, reset time for that last one.
I snuck from the camp we made. According to Meera, we were roughly a quarter of a fortnight from reaching the wall. Everyone was excited, especially Bran, the little warg I took under my wing. But with every step closer to the wall I find myself looking at my dear sister, memorizing her face, the way she smiles, because if I can't convince that Saviour of mine I'll never see my Meera again. And even if I am saved, gods know for how long and if I would be reunited with my sister.
Seems like everyone in this world of ours is destined to die.
The night was cold and the world dark as I ventured further and further away from the makeshift camp site. I thanked the gods for my fur coat as the icy winds danced through the trees. Wrapping my arms around myself I looked up at the full moon. There were no clouds in the sky to tamper with its natural bright radiance. A couple of meters in front of me was a lake, reflecting the moons perfect circular shape on its surface. Looking around I figured this was the best place to try to contact Savior. Apparently, the last time we saw one another in the dream-place I was muttering in my sleep and Meera questioned me the whole morning after; "You were bloody talking to yourself in your sleep. Something about a rude princess and being a Summer baby. What kind of erotic dream was that?"
Figured this was the easiest way to try to persuade Savior without the others overhearing bits of the conversation.
Settling under a big oak tree I rest my head and closed my eyes. My last thought echoed in my mind as I slipped away to the dream-place.
Savior
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I rose from the tree in which I dozed. Looking around I realized that the setting in the dream-place was the same forest my physical body was. The only thing that was different was the bright sun and the fresh breath of spring on the wind.
