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It's not that I need saving. It's that I need to feel that I'm worth saving. There's a difference.
[Season 1-8]
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HEAVY SNOW WAS FALLING AS MEERA REED DRAGGED BRAN STARK'S SLEDGE THROUGH THE FOREST. BRAN'S EYES WERE GLAZED WHITE. HE WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF EXPERIENCING MANY VISIONS OF THE PAST AT THE SAME TIME.
Meera staggered and fell against the base of a tree. She put all of her weight into pulling the sledge, but it didn't budge. She began crying and went to Bran, cradling his head. Bran continued to have rapid fire visions and then saw a group of wights running through the woods. He woke up from the visions, looking at Meera.
"Meera." He gasped. "They found us."
Meera looked out to the woods and saw the group of wights coming towards them. She began crying again, embracing Bran. "I'm so sorry."
The wights converge on Meers and Bran. Moments before they reached them, a cloaked rider appeared. The rider's horse kicks one of the wights out of the way, and then the rider extends a chain that lights fire on the end. Two wights charge, and the rider hits them both with the chain, setting them on fire. A third wight tries to attack the horse, but the horse's bulk rebuffs it into a tree, and it crumbles. The rider plunges a chain-sickle into the chest of another wight, then rides forward, dragging the wight behind his horse. He set another wight on fire with the chain, launching it into the air.
"Come with me, now." The rider said as he approached Meera and Bran. A large group of wights started to appear. "The dead don't rest."
The rider leaned down and hoisted Bran up onto his horse. Meera took the rider's hand and joined them on the horse's back. The three of them rode off into the forest with the wights in pursuit.
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Meera, Bran, and the Rider gathered around a campfire. The rider beheaded a rabbit, draining its blood, while Meera watched him.
"Why did you help us?" Meera asked him.
The rider looked at Meera from behind his face mask. "The Three-Eyed Raven sent for me."
"The Three-Eyed Raven is dead." Meera told him.
"Now he lives again." Bran startled as he came out of a vision. Meera stood up and went to him. "When I last saw you, you were a boy. A fearless boy. Loved to climb the castle walls, frighten his mother."
"Who are you?" Bran asked him.
The rider removed his hood and face mask. Benjen Stark. His skin was grey and had blemishes on his face.
"Uncle Benjen." Bran exclaimed. "The last letter Jon wrote me said you had been lost beyond the Wall."
"I led a ranging party deep into the North to find White Walkers." He looked over at both Bran and Meera. "They found us. A White Walker stabbed me in the gut with a sword made of ice. Left me there to die. To turn. The Children found me. Stopped the walker's magic from taking hold."
