A Delivery

The North was a beautiful and peaceful place. From Winterfell all the way to the Neck, not that Hadrian had ever been to either in places. Sure, he had seen Winterfell in its frozen beauty, but he had never been inside of it. Hadrian lived in Wintertown, a small village on the outskirts of Winterfell.

Hadrian knew that he was not always from Westeros; he knew that he had lived another life. A life full of magic, wonder and chaos. Hadrian was currently on his way too house Cerwyn with a trailer full of pots. This was Hadrian's first time delivering pots too such a faraway place. The man whom he stayed with worked as a potter and sent Hadrian out to deliver them when they were made.

Hadrian was currently a boy of ten, with black hair and emerald green eyes many people have commented on how he looked like the King Robert, except for the eyes he had a Lanister's eyes. Hadrian was riding his trailer through the forests when he heard voices drift over to him. He stiffened and immediately halted the trailer; he knew he couldn't fight off bandits if they attacked him.

A hard, rough voice came through the air towards Hadrian saying "The Starks where seen riding in this direction, if we catch them we can ransom them and get allot of gold".

Hadrian knew he could run away now and do nothing, but that wasn't who he was. Silently Hadrian got off the trailer, taking a lid off one of the pots so he would have a shield. Hadrian snuck back into the woods, waiting as the bandits where for the Starks to come.

Hadrian did not know how long he was waiting for the Starks, he sat there feeling sick as he listened to the bandits describe what they would do too the females of the Stark family. Suddenly Hadrian heard the unmistakeable sounds of laughter flit through the woods, followed by weapons being unsheathed.

Hadrian got up from behind the tree and screamed at the top of his lungs "Bandits, Run they plan to Ransom you". It seemed to Hadrian that the Stark family immediately burst into action, with a man who he assumed Lord Eddard Stark immediately ordering his family to get behind him, while he and two older boys got off their horses with their swords unsheathed looking intently into the dark forest.

Hadrian did not get time to observer them anymore, as at that exact moment ten bandits came running out of the forest screaming as they brandished weapons at the Stark family.

Hadrian scampered back into the trees at this point, not wishing to fight when he had no weapons.

"Go" Lord Eddard screamed "Get to the trailer, use it as cover".

A woman who Hadrian guessed was Lady Catelyn ushered three children behind the trailer, while carrying a fourth in her arms. Leaving her husband and sons too fight the bandits. Hadrian flicked his gaze to the male Starks mesmerised as he watched them hold their own against the bandits, despite being outnumbered.

However because of him staring in awe at the males, Hadrian missed when two bandits broke away and made for the females. Hadrian heard a thump as something hit his trailer, causing Hadrian to turn around and see the scene in front of him.

Lady Catelyn was on the ground with her four children around her. The red haired child had a young boy in her arms, which were shaking as she stared terrified at the two hulking figures in front of her. The other two were staring back defiantly, one a male and another female, both of them younger than Hadrian was.

Hadrian watched in horror as one of the bandits swung his sword down at the young boy. Hadrian didn't think twice about what he was going to do. He sprinted forward, his arm raised as he put himself between the sword and the children, the sword came down and he close his eyes waiting for the inevitable end.

Hadrian felt an agonising pain in his arms, but is was not caused by the sword. The sword had struck the pottery lid, stopping the sword in its path. However the lid smashed to pieces sending the sharp shards flying everywhere, including into Hadrian's body which was now littered with small cuts from the shrapnel.

"Get In the trailer" shouted Hadrian to the stark's that where arrayed behind him, stunned by the turn of events. Hadrian did not wait to see if the stark's followed his orders.

He looked at the one bandit left as he was advancing towards him with his sword raised. The other bandit one had gotten hit from a shard that struck deep into his neck causing him to die; Hadrian felt a deep pang of regret before pushing it away. He would mourn when this was over.

Hadrian desperately looked for a weapon, before picking up a stick and holding it in front of him like a sword as he waited for the advancing enemy

A/N: This story has been hanging around in my head for ages. However I may not be able to update for a while as I have allot of work coming up for the next couple of months, but none of my stories are abandoned and they will be updated. I hope you like the cliff hanger.

~Perce585