Dianik did not take to the news lightly. For days and days past, she would stay in her bedchamber, refusing to eat, crying her eyes out. Her father had told the news of Evanithen's deathto the whole royal council a couple of days past. Dianik had read the letter from one of Evanithen's guardsmen with her own eyes. Even though she had only skimmed it once, the exact words were forever seared in her mind:
To Stejen Stark: When you read this, I will be dead. We will all be dead. They found us. I'm sorry, we failed.
And at the bottom right corner, Ser Layads was signed in the paper. Her father seemed to take the news worse than she did. Apparently, I'm sorry, we failed had a big impact on him. Whatever her brother had been going up north to do, he had failed, which resulted in his death.
Surprisingly, Anthia had taken control of their two other brothers then. She seemed like she knew what the news was before Stejen announced it, for she had not shed a single tear. Anthia calmed Oat and Trinton down, and had tried to calm Dianik too, but Dianik would have nothing of it. She didn't trust Anthia anymore. How was it that she seemed to know the news before the news was spoken? It looked very suspicious to Dianik.
Dianik had drunken herself with reading. She kept on reading her books, to escape from the real world, the world were nothing was fair, the wolrd were everything was evil and cruel. She vowed to now leave her bedchamber until she finished all fifty three books in it.
When she wasn't reading, Dianik would be lying on her bed, sobbing, or praying to the gods that this wasn't real, that this was some cruel joke. She rarely even slept.
Now, there was another royal council meeting. It was for private matters only, so Dianik and her siblings were not allowed to attend. So she picked up a book, and trudged over to her window seat. The cover said Beeanican and the Legends of the Gateraider. So she flopped down on the seat, opened the book, and began reading.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young maiden with the name of Beeanican. She was the age of sixteen. With curly locks of soft black hair, wonderous hazel eyes, and smooth, perfect skin, she looked just as a lady princess should. One day, as she went out riding with her guards, she chanced to meet a handom and gallant young man. He never gave his actual name, but he refered to himself as "the Gateraider." The guards, however, did not trust this mysterious young man, but Beeanican refused to let him go, for she was already in love with him. The guards did not like it, but they obeyed when Beeanican told them to leave and bring word to her father and mother that she would be spending the day with the Gateraider. When Beeanican's parents heard of the news, they sent out knights at once to stop the Gateraider, but it was too late. He had already drunken, raped, and killed Beeanican. By the time the kights reached her, the Gateraider had already rode off. Beeanican's parents knew of the news that a mysterious man calling himself "the Gateraider" was murdering innocent maidens all across the land. Beeanican did not know of course, and because she was short on knowledge, she was killed.
Scrawed in thick, black writing on the next page, were the words The End. Dianik closed the book and sighed. All of her books were supposed to have morals, to teach her lessons. She didn't think books should be like that. There should be a book that didn't have a moral, a book that was based off of real-life events, because truth does not have a moral.
Dianik reached for another book. This one had a title that said When the River Slows and the Willow Tree Blows. She saw that it was a book filled with small poems. She flipped to the first one, and read aloud,
"When the river slows and the willow tree blows,
Here lie the paths of our future.
The river slows to let dreams travel to our head,
The willow tree blows to take those dreams and make them real.
Yet the one that slows the river cannot also blow the tree.
A shriek, a scream, a call for help,
No matter what you do,
Death always overpowers you."
And as if they had heard her, the willow tree in the yard blew slightly in the wind.
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Winter Has Fallen (Game of Thrones)
Fanfiction[ON HOLD] Anthia Stark lives in a land with no winter. Ever since the Dawn Age, summer has reigned forever in Anthia's home. Until now. The cold winds have arrived, and the only way to stop them will be for all the Houses to work together. Starks an...