Game of Thrones season 7 fanfiction

BRAN

Meera looked confused. "Are you sure this is the right direction?"

It had been two days since Benjen Stark had left them but the duo still wasn't able to find their way back.

"Uncle told us to head straight," Bran said hesitantly. "We should have found our way back."

The briskly falling snow slowed. Meera's cheeks turned to a shade of scarlet as she fought to pull Bran through the foot deep snow.

They did not have anything to eat but slender squirrels which Meera hunted with her three pronged spear.

The night was getting chilly. Meera stopped near a heart tree and exhaled. Bran stared at its red eyes which stared back coldly. He shivered.

Meera was trying to light a fire."So how do you plan to break it to him?"

"What?" Bran asked.

"Your brother, fool! You cannot just walk up to his face and tell him that he is the heir to the Iron Throne."

"He is still a bastard, though. Rhaegar Targaryen was married to Elia of Dorne."

Meera's eyes bore into him. "Codswallop. Rhaegar must have married your aunt in secret before going further."

"How are you so sure?"

"Because he doesn't seem like a person who would steal anyone's woman. Yes, his father was mad but Rhaegar is a completely different story." She paused. "So how do you plan on telling it to Jon?"

A lump formed in Bran's throat. "I'm not even sure I want to."

"What? But you said Jon was treated like shit back at Winterfell and no one answered his question. He deserves to know who his true parents are!"

"Fine, I'll tell him," Bran said through gritted teeth. "And then he will run south and I will be left with no family again."

Meera said nothing and began to roast the squirrels for their dinner. They ate in complete silence, each one occupied with their own thoughts.

"Well, well," a rough voice intruded. "Haven't we got good meat for today?"

Three wildlings appeared out of nowhere. There were two men. One had no left eye. A woman was with them, portly and grubby.

"We are lost," Meera told them. "I'm sorry if we have intruded your territory. We will leave at once."

The one-eyed wildling stepped forward. "And why should we surrender such good meat?"

Meera grabbed hold of her three pronged spear. "Savage bastards! Hunt boars if you want to fill your stomach."

The woman smiled maliciously. "Not the same satisfaction, I'm afraid." She looked at Bran. "Why are you so frail, boy? Did your mother spend more time feeding the goats than paying attention to you."

Bran was foaming at the mouth. "Speak one more word about my mother and I will have your heads on a spike!" He had never been this angry. He was surprised himself.

The wildlings laughed.

"And who in the seven hells are you?" the bearded man asked.

"BRANDON STARK!" Bran yelled back.

The wildling stepped closer. Meera charged at him with full force. Very casually, the wildling pushed her. She hit the heart tree with a sickening crunch and fell down unconscious.

The bearded wilding put a knife to Bran's throat. "Tell me again. Who are you?"

"I'm BRANDON STARK! THE PRINCE OF WINTERFELL!"

The wildling pressed the knife harder. Warm blood ran down the cold steel. "Well, I'm sorry that your journey has come to a..."

An arrow jutted out of the man's chest. With a terrified expression, he collapsed in the snow.

A man emerged from the bushes nearby, wrapped in a black cloak and carrying a crossbow. He was muscular and had a long black beard. He walked towards Bran. "Are you fine?"

"I don't know how to thank you," Bran told him. "Uh..."

"Gendry," the Night's Watchman said and smiled. "And you don't need to thank me. Any brother of Arya is my brother too."

"You know Arya?"

Gendry nodded. "I travelled with her for a long time. But then the Red Woman took me away from her. She was planning on killing me. Thankfully, Ser Davos was kind enough to help me escape. I travelled to Lys after that. Spent about three year selling armours. Unfortunately the other armourers were against it. They shut my business down and told me to get lost. So I travelled to the Wall and joined the Night's Watch."

Bran was amazed.

Gendry blushed. "I'm sorry for boring you." He glanced at Meera. "Is she with you?"

Bran had forgotten all about her. "Will she live?"

"She's just unconscious. We'll get her back safe."

"How is my brother?" Bran asked suddenly. "Jon Snow?"

"The King in the North, you mean. He has retaken Winterfell from Ramsay Bolton."

Bran's eyes went as wide as pie plates. "What? How?"

"I don't know much. You can ask Edd," he said hoisting Meera on his horse.

They arrived at the Wall a day later. Bran looked up from his sled at Meera and Gendry and beamed. "We are home."