Summary: After waking up from his coma, Bran finds himself in a whole new place. The last thing that he remembered was hitting the ground hard after he was pushed out of a window by Jamie Lannister. He half expected to wake up in a bed, covered by warm furs and his mother sitting at his side. Instead, he wakes up somewhere dark, and outside it seems like Hell had risen.
Chapter 1
Pain and numbness, his body was sore all over. Bran could barely move. When he opened his eyes, there was nothing but pitch black darkness around him no matter how much he tried to focus his eyes and try to make some things out. But the efforts were worthless. Fear began to fill his mind, fear that he hit his head too hard when he fell and lost his sight. Yes... Now he remembered it, he had fallen. He tried to stand up but he couldn't feel his legs, that only added more fear to him. Blind AND crippled? Oh this was Hell! Bran's eyes filled with tears and he began to sob. What would happen to him now? He would only be a burden: completely useless and always in need of help!
Suddenly, a loud booming noise was heard outside. That caught Bran's attention and he stopped crying. His heart was now thumping with fear. What was it? What's going on? The questions filled his mind. His eyes darted from side to side in the dark. All of a sudden the ground shook and things could be heard breaking as they fell to the floor all around Bran. Something extremely heavy had landed dangerously close to where he was, if not on top.
It took him a moment to come to his senses once more. There were screams outside, human screams. "No! Stop!" "Don't eat me! Please!" "AAAAAAAAAHHH!" "Over here!" "Evacuate the people!" "Noooooo!" "Mommy!" "RUN!" Male and female screams and shrieks were all over. Fear filled Bran's mind and heart. His heart was beating so fast it was painful, he could feel it pounding against the inner walls of his chest. He was brought back into reality by loud, heavy thuds. They seemed a lot like walking with the patterns in which they came and how the ground shook with each one of them.
Bran clenched his fists, his fingers and nails scraping against the ground. Earth? He thought. He brought his left hand to his face to smell it. Yes, it smelled like earth. Where am I? Am I somewhere under the ground? How did I even get here? More questions filled his mind. Then he remembered his family! What was with them? Whatever it was that was going on above him was clearly life threatening. What was going on in Winterfell? Wait, was he even in Winterfell? Where was he?
Another heavy, ground-shaking thud. It shook the underground room in which Bran was and some more things came dropping to the ground and breaking. He heard glass breaking near him, something made of thin glass and not too large... Something small, what could it be? Then he felt like something had pierced his shoulder, something extremely thin, but it hurt. It also felt like something was pouring into him at the spot where his shoulder was pierced. A weird feeling he hadn't ever felt before, but he knew it was some kind of liquid. He soon began to feel dizzy and light-headed. All the sounds outside began to grow distant as his eyes slowly began to shut. His mind calmed as he passed out.
To be continued!
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