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Chapter 1:

Westeros

Cold.

Cold.

It is very cold.

I blink a couple of times, and before my eyes, there are only rocks, rocks for kilometers, snow, everywhere. This is bad. I went with some friends to have a drink at the beach, the last thing I remember was laying on the sand next to the campfire. Now I have my arms cross on my chest, my whole body trembles. Where the hell am I? This must be a joke of bad taste. If this was a joke of bad taste ... I did not like it at all. Snow? Okay, I could be anywhere in the world now. I live in California ... so most likely these bastards left me in the Sierra Nevada, right? There's no way they could have taken me to another country ...unless I'm under the influence of drugs right now?

No.

I took a few drinks, nothing more. Unless they had put something inside the drink? Enough. I shake my head to wave the bad emotions away. I should seek shelter as soon as possible. Luckily it was not snowing yet, there was just snow everywhere. I've been walking for a while now, there's no sign of life anywhere, just a big desert with frozen trees. I don't know what happens, but my lips are very cold, I'm afraid that if I bite them or take out my tongue it stays stuck. I've only seen that happen in movies. I don't think it's true, but I don't want to find out either. Being in a short sleeved t-shirt is the worst, although at least my jeans secure my lower half. I see movement, there in the mountain, it's a person, I'm saved! I run, but then I stop. I should not force my body and become dehydrated.

"HELLO!?" I shouted with a vast force, moving my arms asking for help.

They saw me, or at least I think so. He stopped, no, they stopped. There were at least three of them, they wore white coats of fur. I hope it's those bastards from the university, I'd like to give them a good kick in the ass. I didn't know them really. None of them, we're all in the same class so I just went because I was bored. I sit and wait, I think it will take them a while to get off the mountain.

The university bores me. Social life bothers me, and life was a drag. Why would I become another sheep in society? I jolt my hands together to create friction, I look to my side and there was a wolf a hundred meters from me, next to a tree. The White Wolf watches me from afar. My heart raises a bit, but I calm myself. It was limping from a leg, and it had red fur marks. It seems to be injured. I could outrun him in any case of a chase. I look at the mountain, and I do not see anyone. They must have come down. Going back to the University would be nice. Who am I lying to? What was I going to do after I graduate? Get a job? Marry some bitch? Have children? Grow old and die? Every inch of it makes me sick.

A shiver runs down my spine I can't bear it anymore. I stomp out a flat spot behind a giant rock, and protect it from the wind, with a construct a platform out of rocks. I place a large, flat stone in the center with small tree branches, and arrange sticks tepee-style around it. I light the tinder with my lighter and have a smoke. It was warm now, thanks to all the hours I spent in front of the TV watching those programs of survival in the wildness. I take out my iPhone, but it is dead, no a signal, without a battery, nothing.

I see the sun fall, and no one appears. These bastards already took the joke very fall. I get up, and I take snow from the sides of the stone. I made a hole, it took a couple of minutes but I did it before the sun fell completely. I sit in the pit, in front of the fire and warm my arms in it, while the hole heats up. I hope the fire lasts until dawn. I close my eyes, and I hope someone finds me in the morning.

The sunlight arrives early, hugging my eyes, the firewood had already been consumed by the fire and only smoke and ashes remain. When I try to get up, my body hurts. "Dammit," I said in response to the pain. The sitting posture wasn't brilliant at all. A very bad idea, to start a trip in the morning. The white wolf, I almost forgot. I look at the frozen tree once again. He was lying there on the snow, but something looks off to me. From my point of view, there was something bright on top of him. I walk to where the creature was. Another bad decision, don't ask me why I decided this. I was just curious to see it up close.

I shook my feet in the snow every time I approach him, letting him know that someone was coming. The last thing I want is a scared wolf against a surprise attack, defending itself. Then I realize, the creature was no longer among the living. He reclined himself here to receive death. He must have suffered, a lot to do this. Or was it an accident? Either case, he no longer is here. I kneel before its corpse and take out an ice spike that's piercing his body. I look back to where the fire was, these bastards have not arrived yet. My stomach is roaring. I don't have a choice. I can't lose strength if I plan to walk until evening.

With the same ice stake, I open his body, blood falls through the snow. Damn, this is disgusting. But I have to endure, after all, I am an Emergency Medical Technician student at the University. I delve into his skin, blood, and organs. Reaching his heart, great, it was in good condition. I pull it out. The heart has muscle, heart shares many similarities with steak, roasts and ground beef, and has a high amount of protein, thiamine, folate, selenium, phosphorus, zinc, CoQ10 and several B vitamins.

I was not born in the house of the rich, nor in poverty. But if in the countryside, my father taught me to hunt. And he talked to me about the importance of not wasting the prey.

"I'm sorry, Father, but I have nowhere to load the rest, let the other wild animals take advantage of it."

I walk to the campfire with his heart in my hand, I light it anew, and put pieces of the muscle of the heart on a stick. I lay it on the fire, waiting for it to cook. I spent the time smoking, waiting for the meat, there was not yet any of the damned college students. I close my eyes and throw my cigarette box into the distance. Empty. I have to deal with the fact that there are no ingredients to flavor the meat. I smile briefly. What I would give for a hamburger, fried chips and a bottle of water.

With a strong smell, sure that it was already done. I took a stick from the fire, and look at the sun it was lowering. I had to hurry, eat something, create a better hole, and leave early in the morning. I bring the meat to my lips when I feel a big blow to the head. I fell to the snow disoriented, only see feet walking around the fire. I feel hands all over my body, probably verifying and taking everything I possess. I hear voices, too many of them. I can't understand what they are saying, the blow was even worse than I thought. I see the reflection of my own face on the rim of a metal. It was a sword, everything became clear.

Beside me there were some men, old men, they seem not to have shaved in years. And the plague. They did not bathe either, I suppose. They were not the students of the university. Damn, they must be the Maidu. The Maidu are Native American people of northern California. They reside in the central Sierra Nevada. But there was something wrong with my theory, all the people here were white.

"What do you want with me!?" I say, hoping they let me go. What a fool's errand. I feel a blow in my stomach. I see a big one in front of me, eating my food. He hit me again, with the end of his sword. The pain is tolerable, but his face no so much. Well, I can't see his face. He was hiding it behind a human skull, too big for his head.

"Your accent. Where are you from boy?" He asks.

"From your mother's womb," I say.

He drops the meat and laughs. On the other hand, I follow his game. Until I feel the cold steel in my face, he had cut my cheek with its steel blade.

"I will not ask you again, tit child, where are you from? Don't lie, or I swear I'll cut out your balls and eat them."

"Fucking, Jesus Christ! Alright! I'll tell you. Let me go first, I swear in my life I won't run."

"Look around you boy. Where do you plan on going?"

He waves his head, and his men release me. I fell on my knees.

"My name is Ai-" I receive a kick in the face.

"I do not ask for your name, boy."

"I'm ... I'm from Northern California."

"So you come from beyond the wall?"

"Wall? What wall?"

"The Wall made of solid ice. Constructed by magic some eight millennia ago-"

"What are you talking about?"

"Insolent little ...are you from Castle Black?"

"Castle Black? The Wall? Where am I?"

"You're far Beyond the Wall. Far away from the Seven Kingdoms that lie south of the Wall."

"Seven Kingdoms? What- Where are they located?"

"Westeros, boy. Where else?"

My tired eyes open, this was not possible. It had to be another joke. I smile, the only thing I could do. This wasn't funny either.

"Yeah, stop with the jokes, it's going too far. Where are the cameras?"

"Cameras? What is that?"

I stand up and walk away from them, "Come on guys, I'm done with the joke, it's not fun anymore!"

"He is with someone!" It was the next thing I hear before reaching my knees afresh. A sword halt under my neck, and I swallow.

"Where are your friends!?"

"Friends? I don't have any."

He retrieves the sword and hits my head. I fell to the ground.

I play the unconscious role and listen to his steps. He is moving away. I get up with all my remaining strength and run to the frozen trees. I was going to achieve it, I was there. Near the trees. I managed to pass through facts when I feel a deep sting in my left leg. I look, when I could not walk any longer, I have an arrow through my biceps. Shit. I corner from one of the trees, but the frozen branch breaks and I fall to the groundbreaking the arrow, the pain increase.

"Dammit!" I complain loudly. What a fatal error it was.

If what he said was true, those men were wildlings. They have no rules, no courts. At least to the scope of my knowledge. I break the other side of the arrow holding the pain, and I get up. The pain hit my leg, my other leg.

"Didn't you swear in your life not to run?"

I look at my leg, my jeans are broken, I had a large slice from the back of the knee to the ankle. I remember him now, he is the one called Lord of Bones.

"Stay down on your knees, boy."

He places his sword on my shoulder, I couldn't resist his strength, I couldn't walk anyways if I could.

"Do not kill me ...I can create fire for you."

"We know how to make fire."

"I can give you information ...information you do not have."

"Information about what?"

"I know about the White Walkers-"

"What do you think you know?"

"You have to burn them-"

Everyone one of them laughs at me, stupid of me. They knew already, of course.

"Lord of Bones, our men have seeing Crows in the mountains."

"Let's go."

"Please, don't leave me like this?" I beg him. I couldn't risk been wolf food, Karma, I guess.

He approaches me, and I feel his frigid blade of steel pierce my body. I spit blood on the snow while he walks away. My eyes feel heavy, and my body feels warm. I want to rest. Sleep. I can't bear the pain any longer. Let me sleep, please.