It was dark. Cold. I was traveling through the forest that night. Light snow was dribling down from the sky, when I saw a figure. I followed the path, got closer and saw a man. He was wearing black clothes, you could see snowflakes on his dark hair. He was kicking something.
I was scared but also suspiciuos, so I went closer to look. There was a child laying in the snow, he was hiding his face with his palms, asking the black man to stop. The kid was moaning loudly from pain. His voice was full of pain it looked like I can feel it to.
Altough the man looked much stronger then me, I pulled out my sword, made of steel, sharpened just yesterday, and went even closer. And then he heard me, froze for a second, it looked like he was scared but just for a second, and started to come near me. I was terrified. My mind was screaming, telling me to run, but my legs wouldn't move. So I stood. I stood there, ready to fight and to protect the child. He pulled out his giant sword. Moonlight was dancing on the blade and that made it look even sharper.
And then he attacked me. We fought. He missed every hit and so did I. I was getting more and more tired, and understood that if I don't do anything quick, he will win. I started running in the direction where the kid was laying. I thought that he would have escaped by now, but no, he was laying there. Maybe he was really hurt, I couldn't tell.
The black man was near me. It was time. I acted fast. Suddenly I fell in to the snow, with my knees bent and my head touching the ground. It worked! He wasn't expecting this, so he tripped over me and fell. He didn't even have time to realize what happend, when my sword was already piercing his heart.
It was over. I was incredibly tired, my leg was bleeding, I could barely walk. I just wanted to fall and sleep in the soft, white snow. And then I remembered the child.
He was still laying were we left him during the fight. The boy was quiet, didn't move, it was like he wasn't there. I crippled to him.
"Hey" I said softly, not to scare him.
He just turned into a ball, ready to take another hit. It almost looked like he wanted it. Childs hair was curly, brown and at the end ginger, like flame, also wet, really wet. I fell on my knees, not just because it was too painful to stand but because I wanted to get closer.
"Don't be scared. I promise I won't hurt you. He is gone, I took care of him."
Finally he moved, tried to stand up but only was able to sit. Then I saw his face, bruised, tired, two different eyes were staring at me. It was Tyrion Lanister. The son of richest man in the Seven kingdoms. He looked at me with eyes full of hope, like I was a hero he was searching for all of his life. Tyrions hands were violet, it seemed like he couldn't control them. I felt mercy for him.
"Thank you" whispered Tyrion. With the most honest voice I've ever heard.
So that's the end of chapter one. Hope you enjoyed it! There will be more.
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