" 'it him harder Sam!" Jon Snow yelled with a crackle in his voice, he was yet again trying to turn Sam in to some kind of warrior but Sam had a kind heart and didn't believe much in hurting things. Everyone said that one day he would have to fight for himself but Sam had too many friends at the wall to be by himself. All I could do was stand in the shadows off the crow's cages, holding a bucket of small meat, looking pathetic. 12 years I have been trapped in the cold wasteland and I am reduced to feeding the crows. But what else was I good at? What else was 'Kot the stranger' do? I had never started or been in a war I've always kept to the shadows and spoke when spoken to and all the polite stuff. People say you become more of a man at wall as you forget you manners and your lover becomes a sword but they couldn't be more wrong, that was a choice. The wall could make you a man on honour or a man of blood, but even after 12 years I could not tell you what I am. Sam had given up and gone inside, probably to food. Great, now I've resorted to fat jokes. I threw a piece of meat to the crows and the fought over it like they were all dying of starvation but I noticed a bone in the piece I just threw, if a crow were to choke to death I would surly get blamed for it. The wall was on a budget as it wall. I flapped my hand around has I placed in the cage, to warn the crows off, but as my hand touch the hard cold bone the starving crow peck at the skin of my index finger, cutting the skin as it is. I jolted back, holding my finger with the other hand. "Fine, choke on it you black pigeon." I looked down at my finger, finally I have a war wound. I rolled my eyes and left the area where the crows was in, I needed to wrap my finger up but there was no cloth around me.
I entered the common hall where Sam, Jon and there audience that they capture were all sitting – some eating and some just laughing at Sam, he was laughing to though. - . My entrance was too quiet for any of the men to notice, like always, but I reached one of the back tables and searched for a clean(ish) piece of cloth and as soon as I found one I wrapped it tight so it wouldn't fall off, I wouldn't need it in long just until the bleeding stopped. "Oh aye, if a girl visited the wall." And they are off again, girls this and girls that. "She'd gladly have me." Another spoke, I began rushing out – I never liked when they talked about woman. "Na, na, na. The best is when you take them willingly, and they're there screaming." I froze and turned my head over my shoulder to view the convocation, I didn't know them – I didn't know anyone. "If a girl came here to the wall, I'd make sure she didn't go out a girl." He sniggered, spinning the dagger he had in the hands. His snigger turned in to the laugh and his laugh turned in to many laughs of most of the men around. My heart was racing and my stomach turning, I was going to be sick.
I ran out the hall before another laugh to ring in my ear. The fresh air hit me like boiling bucket of water on a freezing day. "You alright their son?" Within my mental daze I could still make out the Lord Commanders voice. But then a big warm hand on my shoulder, I yelped. More high pitched then I should of let myself, and jumped back. Everyone on the yard was looking at me and the last thing I could take was attention. I ran up the stairs, pushing past a number of men, to reach the Flint. Once I was in the room which my bed laid I slammed the door so forcefully it echoed. I was panicking, it was a race between my heart and breath to whom was quicker but once I caught sight of myself in the mirror everything stopped at once. Covered in the dirt, scar and goodness knows what else. A dirty, sweaty bandana rested on my head – I ripped it off like it was a plague. A huge mop of extremely light hair fell and stopped just above my hips, with the hair down my features became more feminine and obvious that I 'Dakota the stranger' was in fact a...girl.