DARRETH STAEDMON

I rode with two of my fellow brothers, Kierat Tyde and Jardan Blackwood – two men from the Night's Watch, just as I was. I was a Ranger, sent out with the others to get word as to where the Wildling's were invading as of present. I came from Deepwood Motte, a shit-stain of a village on the top of a hill which smelt of piss and horse shit. My Father was sent down to Kings Landing as a Kingsguard for King Joffrey Baratheon, but by the sounds of the recent news of The Purple Wedding he did not fulfil his duty as Kingsguard; I suspect that he will be executed by the Queen Regent Cersei Lannister in the near future. Who was he? I don't know. I can't remember who he was. I can't even remember my Mother, my own Mother; my flesh and blood. She got sent down somewhere as a whore, possibly murdered – one of the two. As for my siblings, they're all still in Deepwood Motte; drinking piss from nearby rivers, whatever's left of them and most likely discovering dead babies in wells whilst I'm here – at The Wall forever, trying to find missing ranger's in the middle of the night.

"What if we see an Ice Dragon?"
"Don't say that, Tyde! We might scare Staedmon!"
Kierat and Jardan laughed together and I rolled my eyes, forcing a smile on my face as I glared at them. "Enough, you two!" I laughed slightly as Kierat slid over to me, putting his arm around me; pulling me in close.
"What's the matter, Staedmon? You're not scared, are you?" He joked.
I pushed him away from me, rolling my eyes as I said, "No I'm not scared, Tyde! I'm just keeping an eye out on—You know? Wildlings and that."
"You honestly think that we'll see a Wildling twenty yards from here, Staedmon? You're having a laugh!" Laughed Tyde.
"Enough of the mocking now, Tyde. He's not used to this, yet anyway." Said Blackwood, she seemed to be smirking a little.

I was always mocked by the rest of the Crows, possibly due to my age. I was the youngest of the Night's Watch, only being Ten Years Old – but I knew how to wield a sword. I knew how to fight. My Uncle taught me, from the moment I was Six Years Old until the day he left, so I was skilled in training. I fought off people in the Night's Watch; apart from The Bastard himself, Jon Snow amongst several I could never beat.

We entered a nearby Forest, "The Haunted Forest" I believe it's called. That's a lie, I KNOW that it's called "The Haunted Forest" for many reasons, too. Crows squawked amongst the Forest, about ten dozen of them flew ahead of the three of us. Blackwood and Tyde watched, their faces going pale – and not from the cold. My face was always described as pale, as white as snow. My hair was black, but in the light it went brown. Why? I don't know. I'm not sure. My Mother's hair was like that too, though.
"Don't you know what the Crows mean; what they're a sign for?" Questioned Blackwood. I turned, noticing he was staring at me. I shrugged my shoulders, although I really did know what they meant. "They usually appear, fly in the Forests before A White Walker appears."

The trees began to rustle, as though they were whispering to each other. "It's coming!" They rustled in my imagination. "It's here." They swayed. The air became much colder, although it was at freezing temperature in the air as it was. More crows sored through the Forest, flying past us; I stood, not covering my eyes for protection. Tyde covered his eyes, as much as I could see; but I saw no sign of Blackwood amongst the Crows. I saw a shadow further into the Forest, it had hair I saw, long hair. The crows began to calm down, fading away; I noticed that Blackwood had disappeared. Tyde was screaming, shouting at the ground as blood covered the snow-floor. I slowly stepped towards the shadowy-figure, the shadow was turned away from me as Tyde's screams continued to echo behind me. I grabbed hold of the shadow's shoulder, turning them around to me; it was Elrie. It was my little sister Elrie! What in the Seven Hells was she doing here, out at The Wall?

As I opened my mouth, about to ask Elrie what she was doing here, I noticed something strange about her. I removed my hand from her shoulder, putting it on the back of her head; seeing blood covering it as I took it away again. I noticed that Elrie's face was paler than usual, it was snow-white. "Elrie, what—What are you doing here?" I asked her, hearing something rustling in the ground; as though something had forced itself out from it. Elrie looked at me, tears filling her eyes; her eyes going from blue to crystal-white. She opened her mouth.
"I'm sorry." A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked behind my shoulder. I slowly turned, seeing Blackwood's lifeless body on the floor, losing ounces of blood as Tyde cried at his body screaming, "NO! NO, BLACKWOOD! NO!" Tears streamed down Tyde's cheek as I turned to Elrie again.
"What is it, Elrie? What—What's happened?" I asked her, feeling tears fill my eyes.
"The Others." She whispered, before she got pulled through into the ground; screaming aloud. I turned again, seeing a White Walker stood behind Tyde. I opened my mouth, shouting Tyde's name, but nothing came out. Something from the ground grabbed hold of my leg, and as I got pulled through the ground as Elrie did, I watched as the White Walker behead Tyde. As I got pulled through the ground, I saw one thing.

Darkness.

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