Her legs trembled in the cold
Alone, binding through the woods
She stood out from the harsh surroundings
A torn and tattered dress that had peasant written all over it,
Brown legs that seemed much too alien to originate from the area...
This was her, unnamed girl, wandering the cold without proper foot-coverings
She happened upon a strange place
Where she saw a boy-no, a young man-walking by
She quickly dove, avoiding all contact with that weird alien
He heard her sounds, became alarmed
Withdrawing his sword, the man of the snow surveyed his surroundings
Nothing there, nothing here
He wouldn't let go of his slight fear, not that easily
She shifted through the snow, trying to escape
He spotted her behind the tree, quickly and surely
He was faster than she, throwing her to the ground and sticking his sword at her throat
It was then he realized, this unknown girl was but a child
He guessed she was three or four years below his ageyear
"Are you going to hurt me like all the others?" she asked through tears, "are you going to hurt me, paleman?"
He was taken aback, mirroring himself within her innocence
"I'm a Dragon! now stay away before-before I set you ablaze!" she shouted.
He chuckled, "you are not a Dragon."
She backed away, still fearing this man, "yes I am!"
"Where is your tail, Dragon?"
She stammered, "it's not that easy..."
Life, she meant, was not that easy
That's how he interpreted her utterance of words
She was still shaken, her arms trembling in the cold snow
"Where is your family?" he asked, knowing better than to say such a thing.
"Dead," she said without remorse, "dead like all the others."
Having been through a heavy loss himself, he could see the sadness that plagued her eyes rather than her words.
"You're from the wall, aren't you?"
He expected that question, "yes, I am."
"I knew you had to be. A man dressed like you with a shiny sword and clean skin is no wildling."
She drew her legs closer to her chest and buried her face
The tears came faster than ever
Maybe she was sensing the sadness coming off this man?
He reached out to her, but quickly drew away
I shall take no wife
He must remember his vows
Suppress any and all feelings...
He didn't want to feel anything for her
She was nothing
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The Harsh Reality of Winter: A Game of Thrones Story (Watty Awards 2012)
Fiksi PenggemarIn the world of Westeros, too many things happen at once. A tear, a scream, a gasp, a war. These little moments may feel insignificant to the inhabitants, but to the Gods these moments are very real. This riveting and well-written fan series chronic...