Wolf's Blood | Daenerys Targaryen |

Chapter Twelve

Visions

  The wind stung his face. Donner was somewhere else. It wasn't Winterfell. ‘Could it be Worthos?’ He wondered. Pine trees surrounded him, all covered in a thick layer of snow. The sky was gray with clouds, snow falling peacefully along.

  Poka was nowhere to be seen, but Faust had suddenly appeared on his shoulders, “Faust? Is this Worthos?” He gained no answer from the snake. Donner quickly took notice of his new attire. It wasn't like the furs he had seen or worn in Winterfell. The fur was made from an animal he had never seen, or could just not recognize the fur.

  Leaning against a tree near him was a now and a quiver. The bow was made from dark brown wood and had a sharpened black rock on the tip. It looked like the material his sword was made from.

  The now seemed to draw Donner to it with some unworldly force. He picked up the bow and quiver off the ground, shaking the snow off of them. The bow had small runes carved into it.

  Donner looked around the small clearing until he saw a trail of footprints. Deciding it would lead him back to the civilization of some sort, he walked. Donner walked for what seemed like miles, taking in everything. The trees, the snow, the atmosphere. It all felt different than what he was used to.

  Once Donner had followed the trail far enough, he saw buildings in the different. Buildings that were not made of stone, but large wooden logs.

  People were walking around, none taking notice that there was an extremely confused man in their midst. Donner found himself walking faster to enter whatever civilization it was.

  Men, women, and children wandered around. Some with baskets or tools, others with nothing. All of them seemed cheerful. It was a strange sight. Seeing so many people happy in the cold weather.

  Feeling a tug on the end of his furs, he saw a small boy who couldn't have been over the age of eight or nine. The boy began speaking a language Donner had never heard. In a way, they made sense, “You look lost.”

  When he began to speak, his voice didn't speak the common tongue. Instead, it spoke whatever language the people of the town spoke, “Where am I?”

  “Don’t you know? Midgard. Where are you from?” The boy asks in his native tongue. Donner glanced at Faust who in a way seemed at home.

  “This is Worthos?” He asked. The small boy nodded, “I am from a land very far away.”

  The young boy looked at him with peaked interest, “Land beyond Skoros? Or land beyond the Cold Sea?”

  ‘The Cold Sea would most likely be the Shivering Sea’ he thought to himself, “Land beyond the Cold Sea.”

  “You’re a traveler? My brother dreams of traveling to the land beyond the Cold Sea and Skoros. Would you like to meet him?” The boy asked.

  Donner shrugged, nodding his head reluctantly. Maybe this chance meeting wasn't as much of a chance meeting as he thought. The boy grabbed his hand, leading him towards a log house near the outside of the town.

  Inside the house, there were various items that Donner found visually appealing. He recognized some of them from his books when Maester Luwin taught him. Other items were strange, “Tyr, you’re back from the market, so soon?” someone said from another room.

  “No brother. I have brought a traveler. He says he comes from the lands beyond the Cold Sea, ” the boy who he had come to know as Tyr said.

  A head peaked around the corner of a wall, eyeing Donner cautiously. He recognized the man as Poka, “You come from beyond the Shivering Sea. Where?”