Forgotten.

Chapter Five.

 A few days pass, and Mikey is doing much better. He can't move a great deal as the stitches are still healing, but at least the bleeding and pain has reduced. As for me, I barely leave the house as I am terrified that something like this might happen again. Will has increased his visits, coming once in the morning and once after the sun goes down - each time bringing something for us to eat. He is an avid hunter and manages to take down a deer or two regularly. He doesn't give us the whole thing, as he splits it between us and the other kids from the cove, but he manages to give us a good amount. I try to let him know how much we appreciate everything he is doing for us, but he shrugs it off saying that if the tables were turned, we would do the same thing for him. 

After about a week, Mikey convinces me to go back out... saying that he is feeling much better and it would be smart if I started gathering weapons and other crucial supplies since the scavengers wiped us clean. Tentatively I agree, as I know that we need to stock up on weapons in case scavengers - or worse ... the Starks - were to attack us. I kiss Mikey on the forehead and take my leave. I walk through the marketplace, a small street at the other end of town, hoping to find a Bow and Arrow and a set of throwing knives. As I walk past a table plastered with knives of all shapes and sizes, I notice someone staring at me. I try to keep calm and watch them from the corner of my eye. A few moments pass and I see them turn away and walk down a dark alleyway. I discreetly swipe a knife from the table and slide it into my boot before following them. They are wearing a black hood and a long cape, but from their figure I am able to tell it's a woman. Suddenly, she turns around and stops dead in her tracks. Her posture, almost perfect, tells me she is close to 5'11". She is covered in a black body suit with a belt filled with guns and ammunition. I watch as her long, black hair - straighter than anyone's I've ever seen before - flies in front of her face. Then I see it - her milky eyes only hidden by a scar crossing across her face. Why are her eyes like that and what happened to her face? 

"You are even prettier than he described." she utters, almost annoyed.

"Who are you?" I say, my voice coarse. And who are you talking about?

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Maeve, Keeper of the Guards." my face goes white - she is a Stark.

"How do you know who I am?" I ask curiously.

"I've been watching you and your brother for weeks now. I was there when he was stabbed. I tried to stop it but I was too late. My sincerest apologies." She replies.

Wait - it was Starks who attacked Mikey? He said it was scavengers.

"Why would Starks want anything to do with us? We're nobodies." I say harshly.

"Mikey maybe ... but you. A great destiny awaits you, My Lady." she says, taking a bow. 

Confused, I open my mouth to respond, but by then she turns around and vanishes into the darkness.