That night after Winterfell had gone to sleep, I sat in the godswood with Ghost and counted the leaves falling to the floor. I heard a rustling coming from the bushes and Ghost didn't move, which meant it was someone I knew.
"Who's there?" I shouted out.
"Sorry Jon, I didn't mean to disturb you" A quite voice whispered.
"Bran? Is that you?" I whispered back. Bran stepped out the bushes and his Direwolf summer followed. "If your Mother finds you out at this time I don't think she'll allow you to hold a bow for a while" I laughed.
"Nobody ever sees me. Well except for you" he smiled.
"Anyway, what are you doing out here?"
"I like the peace, it makes me not have bad dreams when I go back to sleep. What are you doing out here aswell"
"I'm counting the leaves that fall" I said while holding Ghosts white fur to keep my hands warm.
"Why?" He giggled and perched next to me.
"It passes the time, which I like"
"When are you going to the wall?"
"In two days" I sighed and laid against the tree.
"We'll miss you you know, even Sansa will"
"I'll miss you all aswell" I could feel the tears in my eyes and I looked away into the dark sky.
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FanfictionREAD AT YOUR OWN RISK. IT IS SHOCKINGLY WROTE AS I HAD NO TALENT FOR WRITING BACK THEN. ALSO DIDN'T TRULY KNOW GAME OF THRONES WHEN I WROTE IT So basically don't read it... it's only on here as a memory for what I use to write like DO NOT READ IT
