Fidgeting with excitement as I sit astride my voluptuous horse, the day had finally arrived- the day when I am finally able to see my mother and brother for the first time in two years. Cascading down and pummelling into the ground, the rain will not damper my mood. The sweet smell of the scarlet leaves struck me like a bolt of lightning. It was beginning to feel as though I'm home; my left foot slammed onto the marsh-like ground along with my right. Thud.
Wriggling and turning in an attempt to see a glimpse of our family house sigil amongst the feast of tents, I long for a face I know from back home in Winterfell. I began to rapidly stride over to the ostentatious castle in anticipation, I nibbled my bottom lip- too anxious to smile. "I'm almost there," I thought to myself. All of a sudden, I paused at the noise of riders emerging out of the castle gate. Drums, war horns and pipes began to sound along with the shriek of steel on steel- my belly knotted up all tight.
Battle. It's a battle. I had to be strong now like my father taught me on that warm summer evening. There was nothing between my family and me except a castle gate, a river, and an army. Dangerously, I hurtled towards the amber gate in fear: "My brother… my mother," I hissed under my breath.
"Dead," A knight's sharp voice replied.
Twisting away, I began to sprint faster than ever- like my life depended on it. The portcullis started to lower, but at a leisurely pace. Suppressing my tears, I muttered: "I can do this." Rising before me, the water on the drawbridge began to trickle down in a sheet, the mud falling in heavy clots. "Faster." I blurted out as I attempted to self-encourage myself. Water was throwing itself at the ground as the black sky wept. Desperately running for my mother and brother, my head was down in determination as my feet churned up the river underneath me. Jumping aggressively, I leapt for the gate but I was too late.
It closed. The gate… closed. Collapsing onto the floor, I brought my knees up to my head- clinging onto them in despair as though they are my brother and mother. Why didn't I notice something wasn't quite right? Screams and gasps filled my ears, but I didn't care. All that has ever mattered is my family and now they've banished from the face of the Earth. I can feel a hollow place, a void, inside my body; an emptiness where my heart had been, where my brother had lived and my mother too. My life is now diminished. The world around me is no longer bright like it was earlier, and no longer full of promise. Indeed, it is now brutally cynical and dull.
There was only one solitary drum now, its lengthy momentous beats reverberated across the river like the thumping of some monstrous heart. Suddenly I heard the bitter sound of someone splashing from a far; I could hear it become closer and closer at a swift pace. Lifting my head hopelessly from my knees, I saw that it was the knight I had heard before pounding after me as he sent up gouts of water with every step. Shivering through me like a knife, the sound is sharp with rage and fear. "What do you want?" I screamed out, desperate for an answer.
"To put an end to the Stark family once and for all," He replied, extending his mud-stained arm out for his sword resting in its scabbard at his side.