The Wall
Everyone that comes to the wall has a story; some tragic tale of how they came to this desolate wasteland.
Some are the disowned children of the wealthy, hidden away and left for dead so as not to put stain to a family's image.
Others are soldiers, unfit for battle due to injuries or blood, yet still seeking a warped glory, none the less.
But most are dirt poor criminals saved from the noose just to rot in their own frozen hell. Murderers, pickpockets, enemies to the crown; you name 'em we've got 'em-ages ten to a hundred.
What's that now? My story? Nay, tis terribly long; dreadfully dull and of no real interest to anyone who is anyone, which by the way, I am not.
But if you insist.
However, be fair warned it tis a fairly long tale, and at times, as afore mentioned, may become rather droll. Take care though, for this is no child's to-bed story, and there may be many a fair maiden whom may wish to put this out 'o the way for bloodshed and violence is a common theme. You've been warned.
Now that that's out o' the way, let's get on with it.
This is the story of Greisen Snow, First of name, and a proud member of the Night Watch.
Author's note: this is the introduction to my story "THE WALL." I know its short-it's an intro, not a chapter. Please review and tell me if your thoughts. I'll update even if you don't, but I'll probably update faster if you do-*wink, wink.* Anyways, Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own neither the book nor the TV show. I also do not own any of the characters, except for the ones I've made up myself.