"I don't like this place" a girl no older then ten said looking around at the snow covered land that stood before her. A boy no younger then eighteen looked at the girl with amusement

"Does the cold scare you?" he asked, the girl shook her head

"There are things that live in the cold that scare me". The girl had long brown hair that was dancing in the ever moving gale, her eyes were a simple blue colour and her skin was almost as pale as the snow around her. The boy was rather pale as well, with curly jet black hair and deep dark eyes.

"You should not be scared of things that don not exist Neve" the boy said fixing his leather and fur coat

"You do not even know if they truly exist, brother" Neve retorted looking her older brother with narrow eyes

"Nothing so cold and dangerous would live in this world, believe me the gods would never punish us like that. They are protecting us." he said, Neve shook her head looking far out into the plains.

"Bran tells me stories about White walkers, how they slowly choke you until you feel nothing but ice in your soul. So if that isn't proof Daron what is" Neve said turning to brother.

"And that is why I don't like you hanging around that boy, you'll get yourself killed. They are just stories he tells you" Daron told Neve harshly,

"He's my friend!" Neve hissed angrily. The winter gale seemed to be getting colder and colder, Daron started breathing faster almost in fear "Is something wrong brother?". Daron narrowed his eyes

"Winter is here" Daron said almost in a daze, Neve looked around to see giant creatures with skin as white as the snow around them, their eyes were an icy colour, icicles hung off their bodies. They looked almost human,

"D-daron let's go" Neve said backing away. Daron didn't move he just stood there staring at these creatures like they were the gods themselves. "DARON!" Neve screamed as one of the creatures grabbed Daron's neck, Neve fell to the ground as she watch her brother begin to shake. But then it just stopped, her Daron was thrown to the ground and just laid there still as a statue. She felt their eyes fall on her, the air seemed colder and harsher. Neve gulped standing up her knees growing weaker, they slowly walked towards her. "L-leave me alone" Neve stammered as bravely as she could, but as Neve's fear grew more the creatures came closer to her. Suddenly one grabbed her hand, she felt her hand grow numbingly cold. "LET GO!" Neve screamed trying to break her hand free from this monster. Neve closed her eyes just waiting for death to come...

Neve opened her eyes to find herself in her room in Winterfell, but it wasn't her bedroom in Winterfell. It was somewhere completely different, the weather was just as cold but different. Neve sat up, the bed she laying on was made of a thick wood, the blankets were fur and wool. "Hello is anyone here?" she called out, suddenly a boy who might have been eleven or twelve walk in.

"You're awake, that's good" the boy said with a nod "I shall tell father" the boy said before turning to leave

"Wait!" Neve called, the boy turned around looking at Neve with dark eyes

"What is it Neve?". Neve was shocked, how could this boy know her name, she was only a blacksmith's daughter.

"Where am I, who are you and how do you know me?" Neve asked

"You are in Greywater Watch, I am Jojen Reed only son of Lord Howland Reed and I can't tell you just yet" the boy said before leaving. Neve widened her eyes

"Greywater Watch?" she whispered to herself, Greywater Watch was several miles away from Winterfell they would have to been travelling to have found her. Suddenly a man around the age of fifty walked in, he had long dark brown hair that was tied back, he's beard was a masterpiece, his features were rather sharp giving him a rather evil look about him. Jojen walked in just behind his father followed by a girl who might have been fourteen

"Neve, it is wonderful to finally meet you. Jojen has told me so much about you" the man said, Neve looked at Jojen. He was a rather skinny boy with dirty blonde hair and dark eyes like his father. "This my daughter Meera, and I'm Lord Howland Reed" the man said. Meera was a tall girl with dark brown hair that was very curly, she had a very proud stance about her.