Well first off this is a idea i got from "An american in Westeros". A very good story i recommend you to read it. I take the same idea. A guy ends up in Westeros for some unknown reason and prepares for the shitstorms that is called "War of the five kings". Well i leave you with the story. Enjoy.
Journal entry 1 Date: ?
Well how do i even explain all that had happened. Well for starters i guess i should introduce myself. My name is Aksel Pettarson and i'm a 20 year old Norwegian who got lost on a sky trip in the mountains. I was on a vacation in New Zealand going on a cross country ski trip at one of the large mountains there. I packed my fair share of food and my tent and went on my way. It was kinda strange to see the mountain empty for skiers. It was a wonderful day. Not even a single cloud on the sky. But unfortunally for me i didn't check the weather report that day. I just looked out of the window and thought it was going to be a good day. And then the snowstorm hit. I was fortunate enough to find an empty cave. As for starters i took out my sleeping bag and ate some of my provision. I laid myself in the sleeping bed waiting untill next morning for the storm to end. So imagine my surprise when i woke up to the sight of two angry wolves growling at me.
They stood there right up in my face showing their fangs and glaring at me. I frightened shoved myself backwards untill my back hit the stone wall of the cave. But to my suprise i wasn't in my sleeping bag and my skiing jacket, pants and shoes were all gone. Instead i was wearing a gigantic amount of fur that was either grey, white or black. I looked where i left my bag and big surprise (Sarcastic) it was gone. Well it wasn't my main concern anyhow. Maybe the TWO F#CKING WOLVES ABOUT THE SIZE OF PONIES IN FRONT OF ME IS MORE IMPORTANT THEN A BACKPACK! (Whoa i let out a lot of steam there). In my panic i looked for something in my pockets (Other then my wet crotch.) that i could throw to distract the wolves.
Luckily for me i found a large piece of dry meat in the fur clothing and threw it further inside the cave. Fortunately for me the giant wolves followed. I didn't exactly stay at the cave for a cup of coffe with the wolves. I ran out of there as fast as my legs could carry me. I didn't stop too see my surroundings all i catched was the lands was covered in snow. When i was sure that i was long gone i stopped and took a breath in. I saw a nearby river. It was then i realised how godamned thirsty i was. I walked towards the flowing river and pushed my face down ninto the freezing water. I drank and drank. When i finally liftet my head above water i noticed something was missing from my face. The stubble that was surrounding my chin. It was gone.
As i was freaking out over a little beard loss i didn't notice i was shorter as well. Some of my muscle mass in my legs was missing and my belly was a little thinner as well (At least that was a pluss). I looked like i was 13 again. And there i lost my mind. I couldn't be 13 since i had already experienced 18 birthdays before that ( Did you really think i could experience my first two birthdays?). As i was hyperventilaing i heard a howl i knew too well. Those damned wolves were coming for me. At that moment i decided to think about it later. I ran away from the river with howls coming behind every few seconds.
I ran and ran as before not paying attencion to my surroundings. I pushed myself away from trees and jumped over twigs that could trap my own feet. But the running was to no use as the howls were coming closer. My thoughts were seeing myself served on silver platter with a giant apple in my mouth. I never thought this was going to be my end. But then i fell. One of the tree roots hooked on my foot and made me fall harshly on to the snow. When i landed on the white ground it was like i was falling down on a soft layer of feathers. From there i thought i was going to die.
As i heard the wolves paws in the soft snow approaching. But they trampled over me and left me face down in the snow. I waited a few minutes before I looked up and i saw what i thought was the giagntic wolf. It was a tiny pup that stood there staring at me. At first i was confused over what stood in front of me couldn't be that large push i felt on my back. And then i turned around to see a person. And it had eyes i could never forget. Blue and pale eyes. I backed myself away from the monster that stood in front of me. It was a person but at the same time it was not. It's face was covered in snow.
I couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman. As i backed away my luck ran out and i bumped into a tree. Maybe i should have stood up and started fleeing from the monster. But my fear paralysed me. I couldn't move a muscle. The thing started to come closer to me. As i stood there like a stone statue waiting for my doom i heard a little sound of yelping. I looked at the soruce and saw the little pup yelping wildly.
At first i didn't know what it was yelping after. Untill i saw the giant black shadow that jumped at the monster. It ripped the things troat right off and teared it's right arm off. And all i did was sit there helpless and watch as the gigantic black wolf saved me. The wolf ripped off it's head and limbs. The thing didn't stop even after losing all of it. The torso just wiggled around.
The black wolf stared at me. It growled and showed it's teeth. I thought i was going to piss myself again. But it backed away and picked up the pup by the neck and ran away. While me on the other hand was still freaking out. I ran as far away from that living torso as i could before stopping to catch a breath. Untill then i didn't look up in the sky a single time and it was now i noticed how dark it was starting to be. Once again i panicked. I had as much survival skill as a prescooler. I was cold, hungry and wet clothes. I thought i was going to die.
BUt somehow i found the determinaton to push on. God knows how long i walked in this dark forrest freezing my butt off. Eventually after a while i saw light. I couldn't believe it at the time as i rubbed my eyes multiple times (I feel like godmned idiot when i think about it now). I approuched it shouting to whoever were there. And there was someone. A man who wore an amazing amount of black. And for i was relieved to atleast find a friendly face around here. I shouted out in desperation after food and a warm fire but all he did was approach me with a raised sword.
I backed away slowly while staring at the threatening man who approched me. He yelled "wildling" at me for who knows how long. Then he charged at me. The fight itself was horrible. I was in yet another predicement and now the giant wolf or a big piece of meat wasn't here to save me. I knew my pockets were empty so there were no use to search them further. And then for second time i backed myself into another tree (What is up with my luck today?). The man in black swung his sword at me. Luckily for me i am quite agile so i ducked before that heavy sword could even touch me.
It cut deep into the tree i stood behind. The man in black struggled to get it out so i used my chance. Ball kicking activate! (Wow. I really wished i had a pen erasor now.) I hit right between the legs and he immediately fell down on the ground like timber (Bad jokes everywhere). I used this oppurtunity to grab the sword that was stuck in the tree. And it sure was stuck. I tried to pull it out but maybe i should have looked back at the man in black. Because the next thing i knew i felt a quick sting in my shoulder. It was intensed as i felt it being pushed further in.
I knew i was helpless when i had a dagger shoved down in my shoulder. But i luckily managed to kick him in balls again (He stood right behind me. What luck). I could hear a loud painfull scream coming from behind me. I decided to instead focus on the dagger instead of the sword. I pulled it out and it felt like i was ripping out a bone. My right arm felt numb and couldn't feel the tips of my fingers. But the man that put the dagger in my shoulder was laying on the ground sheilding his balls. I put that fucking dagger in his neck.
As soon the man stopped moving i sat down in the snow breathing heavily. My right arm felt numb, i was bleeding rapidly and i had a dead body right in front of me that creeped me out. That day was getting worse and worse. After sitting and moping for a while i went towards the camp that the man in black had set up. The man was on my mind because i felt like i had seen him somewhere before. Like i've seen it back at my cozy appartment. But even if i had a gun pressed at my face i couldn't figure it out.
The camp consited of a big backpack, a campfire with a big piece of meat above it and a pouch atop of a straw pillow. I opened up to see maybe around 10-20 gold coins in there. But it was bothering me as well. This was a pouch used to store currency. It wasn't a wallet but a pouch that is probably old. I couldn't let it bother me at the time as i had to patch up the bleeding wound in my shoulder. I limped in the bag to find another dagger, two empty bottles , some bandages ,five loafes of bread and a bottle which seemed like it was filled with alcohol.
What i knew from medical knowledge was i needed to clean the wound. I heard back in Norway that alcohol could clean it. So i picked up the bottle and poored it on the wound. It was not the brightest idea if i would say so. As i was writhing in pain i clinched my wound. I pushed myself and grabbed the bandages in the bag. As i finsihed bandaging myself i laid myself back and breathed out.
I started to freeze. The fur pants were wet and cold and my shoulder was even colder. It was then i remembered that man had a cape. The fur at the neck would probably keep the wound warm. I walked back to the corpse. It was lying in the same position staring up at the black sky. Well as much as i hate people who grave rob i didn't have a choise. I took the cape and put it on. But it was that moment that scarred me. The corpse eyes burst open and i could see the insides. Pale and blue like the other thing. And there i knew where i was. Beyond the wall in Westeros. And that was a wight that could kill me.
The wight stood up from the snow and started to walk towards me. Fortuanatley i knew what would kill it. Fire and i had lots of it. I ran towards the campfire and looked for anything i could light it with. A stick was the only thing i could find that would light on fire. I feel like my 6 year old self hitting other kids with my stick. It's kinda funny that this would save my hide. I wrapped some bandages around the stick and poored alcohol on it. I lit it on flames and started to run towards the wight.
The wight was just staggering towards me. It didn't go for the sword in the tree (Should i be suprised? Aren't they basically mindless zombies?). I used the tactic Jon Snow said to Arya. Keep the pointy end forward (In this case the hot end). The wight caught on fire faster then i imagined. It was if his flesh was made of (Oh wait they're highly flamable. Sheesh i really need to remember some things).
I watched as the mindless husk of a man withered away before my eyes in flames. It was moving a little for a while and then it stopped. Now it was just a corpse again. I sat back at the tree the sword was planted in. This was a nightmare to say the least. Look at where i am. Beyond the wall in Westeros with wights trying to kill me. It could explain everything that had changed with me. I was 13 again, i was wearing leather and fur and i had lost my things in the cave. I don't even know what time i'm in, Heck i could even be stuck in the long night. I am alone. No one to save me from this fate. But i will not die in one of my favorite fictional worlds (I'm not even sure if this can be called fictional anymore).
So i decided there i would cross the wall (If it stood there) and get down to the cities. So instead of crying for my coming doom i walked back to the camp. I left the sword in the tree (It was a dead cause). And that is where i found the book i'm currently writing in. It was weird. It stood there like a wrapped cristmas present waiting to be opened. Well i opened it and figured it would be a waste if no one knew my story, so i started writing.
And here i am. Freezing far up north with no companionship as usual (Ahh.. Lonelyness, how i've missed you). Who knows how this trip would have turned out if i had stayed home. Probably airconditioning and a hot bath. I might as well go to sleep now. There is a long journey south waiting for me tomorrow.
Journal Entry 2 Date: (Why do i even bother writing Date?)
I. fucking. hate. walking.
Journal entry 3
I met that direwolf pup from yesterday. Unfortunately it wasn't over nicer circumstances. That black wolf that saved me was lying dead in red snow. The grey pup was whimpering over it. It didn't notice me coming closer. I felt kinda sad seeing this. It probably died because of me. It's fur was filled with wounds. Stab wounds and the shards i pulled out seemed like it was made of crystal or ice i couldn't tell. But it lead to the same thing. White Walkers. They killed the wolf. And it's all because of me.
I was about to walk away when that direwolf pup wimpered again. I looked back at the saddening scene and let my conscience get the better of my. I used hours to dig a hole big enough to bury that gigantic wolf. I used my what little strength i had and pushed it down in the hole. And so i buried the wolf. I didn't know what else to do but thank it silently. It did save me from being (What do those wights do to people? Eat them? Kill them?). The pup stared at the grave and made the same whimpering sound. As much as i hated to leave it alone i had to. That night's watch runaway didn't have much food (Figured since it was just one guy).
But as i started walking the pup followed me. At first i shooed it away but then i started thinking. It's a direwolf and if my memory is correct the wolf can be as large as a pony. But on the other hand i had to feed it. Ehhh. What's the worst that can happen. On another note i have thinked about a name. The dead guy had a book under his straw pillow. It was a journal. His name, life on the wall, everything stood there.
His name was Harrin Snow. I like that actually. A bastard name, a member of the nightswatch and he was alone. No one will ever miss him. The perfect identity.
Journal Entry 4
Oh F#ck he got big. He is coming back with a lot of blood around his snout and mouth. I'm a little afraid of what will happen to me he it gets hungry at night.
Well i've been out here for two months (I counted) walking to what i believe is south. Been quite cold up here in the north. And i mean colder then usual. The winds are harsh and i think the animals notice it too. Graybone have started shivering at night (I named him Graybone) and he is a walking furcoat. Winter is coming, and i'm afraid for what will happen to me if i don't get over the wall when it comes.