I've had this in mind for a while now. Read this shit. Also, INCREDIBLY short because it is the prologue.

Enjoy.

Sandor Clegane looked down upon the little knight's toy below him. It was his elder brother Gregors, but it was such a cool toy. He leaned down, and picked it up from the stone floor, moving the joints and admiring its craft. A flame roared right in front of him, and Sandor felt the heat crash against his face. He looked back down to the toy, and set its feet down on the ground. The boy then began to play with it, saying several lines and phrases that he thought might have been said on a battlefield, swinging its sword with his finger against imaginary enemies.

Sandor then felt a massive arm wrap around his neck. He dropped the toy, and grabbed at the arm, attempting to pull it off.

"You can't just touch my stuff without my permission Sandor!" Gregor shouted, pressing a fist into Sandor's scalp.

The giant child then began digging into it. The noogie burning his scalp.

"Get off Gregor you sot!" Sandor yelled, ramming an elbow into his elder brother's gut.

"Ow!" Gregor shouted. "You little turd! I'll tell father!"

Before the wrestling could continue, footsteps could be heard from behind the two of them.

"That's enough! Both of you!" They heard their father yell.

Gregor instantly let go of Sandor, and turned to his father.

"We were just playing." Gregor said.

Sandor stood up, rubbing his sore scalp.

"He's a liar father!" Sandor shouted. "He gave me a noogie!"

"Only because you were playing with my toy Sandor!" Gregor shouted.

Their father pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Both of you get to your chambers! I will not deal with this today!" Their father shouted.