The trek to the wall was hard, I couldn't stop thinking of her. We traveled for days and it was cold, every morning you could feel the freezing air nibbling at your finger tips. I would think of her wrapped up in a warm bed, safe and happy. Unlike me. Ghost would warm me up a bit but then he would go off alone into the woods.
When we arrived at the wall people looked at me like they were scared of me, I realised that was because I had a gigantic White direwolf following me. Ghost would never hurt them, only if they hurt me. The people here were all men who were frail and skinny like little boys. They weren't men, they were boys just like me, some were cut throats, some were rapists and some were just bastards like me.
"What's your name boy" A tall old man said to me in a deep low voice.
"Jon Snow" I answered wearily.
"Do you know who I am?" He responded with a stern face. I shook my head and looked down. My black hair fell on to my face hiding the look of fear on it.
"I'm Lord Commander, and you are a bastard of the North. I know your face. You're Ned Starks bastard aren't ya"
"Yes lord commander"
"And I hear you can fight" I nodded. "Well then, some one pass this boy a sword"
"I have my own Lord commander" I said quickly and pulled the sword out that father gave me.
"That's a good sword, what's it called lad" He ran his finger down it and a grin appeared on his wrinkled face.
"Erm, it's called... Shadow" The name of eves shadow cat.
"Go on then, show us how good you are with it" As soon as he said that a large man came out of the stables and stood in front of me. Suddenly everybody gathered round the two of us. I could hear them all saying "What's a bastard doing with a sword like that" and "That bastard has got a dire wolf aswell" Then they would all laugh.
The man swung his sword at me and ducked. I attacked him and within seconds I had got him too the floor.
"Well done Lord Snow, now get back to work you bastard" A man shouted. This man was maybe a bit younger then the Lord commander but he was definitely meaner. Some how in the middle of the fight lord commander had disappeared, so now this man was bossing me about.

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