Chapter I
It's a dark night… and it's snowing. There are shady figures in front of her – several men – and it seems that they are attacking something. Someone. A young man. He has black hair and is wearing the Lord Commander's cloak. "Oh no", she thought, "Jon".
- It's happening!
She jumped out of the bed, dressed as quickly as she can and run to the door. Next to it, she always have her sword and her bow and arrows ready. For when this time comes. For when he needed her.
When she passes through the door, her black direwolf was already there.
- I will get the horse. Don't wait for me. We need to be fast, so go ahead.
And the giant wolf disappear in the woods.
- Come on, Pickle! We need to hurry up.
She prepared the horse and leave the stables in less than a minute. While, running and jumping through the woods, the only thing on in mind was "Please, don't die. Please, don't die". Good thing that she knows the forest with her eyes closed because her brain can concentrate in anything but the image of Jon Snow being murdered.
As the trees became more spread, she could now see The Wall. It was closer and closer. And seconds later, she sees them. The direwolf was in the middle of them, and the snow was covered in blood. Some of the men were attacking her companion so she started to hit them with her arrows. Once they're all dead, she approaches the Lord Commander's body. He was still breathing, but not for long.
- Go get Ghost. We need to leave as soon as we can.
She don't wait to see if her order was satisfied. She trusted Death. She was her best friend. And now she have bigger worries. Jon Snow is dying in front of her. And she have to save him. The whole world needs him.
"Ok. First things first". She involved the surrounding area with a dense mist, so no one for the Night Watch can what was happening. And then she started to heal him. Only a little bit, only so he can survive until they arrived to her home. "I can't use all of my energy. I can't run out of it, or otherwise I can't help him in the future".
Noises behind her revealed that the wolves have arrived. Ghost, the white direwolf bonded to Jon Snow, seem so small compared to her black and full grown–up direwolf. Death looked at her with a question in her purple eyes "Can we go now?"
- I think so. He's as stable as he will be. And I can't use more energy or I will be useless later. But the wounds are severe and I worried that he can't handle the journey. We need to go very carefully.
Meantime, Ghost has approached Jon's body and touched him with is nose. Then, look at her.
- I will try my best to save him. I promise you. But we really have to go.
"Ok", seemed to say the beautiful white wolf.
And so she picked Jon and dragged him to a litter, which the horse will pull, very slowly.
- Take us home, Pickle.