A/N: Newest Game of Thrones fic! Well the last one wasn't written very well and I lost steam on it. But this idea was from my husband. I was tired of all the, girl travels to Westeros fic's and tries to fit in there. I wanted a fresh twist on the idea, and he gave it to me. And I just ran with it! I hope you enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I do not own HBO, A Song of Ice and Fire Series, or anything that resembles content from the book or show.
There wasn't much I could do. I wanted to take a deep breath, but the wounds I had received from my traitorous brothers of the Night Watch prevented me from doing so. Alistair was expected, but Ollie was not. I thought the lad was on my side. But after he killed Ygritte, I suspect he felt he needed revenge for what the Wildings did to his family.
There wasn't anyone around, and I couldn't call out for help. So as I gazed up at the night sky, it felt peaceful. The stars welcomed me into the inky blackness, and I expected there to be no more. But there was a warm feeling that came over me, which was so comforting after the biting cold of the North. I felt suddenly weightless, like I was floating back in the hot spring with Ygritte.
He isn't ready. He refuses his fate, A voice spoke in a whisper.
Until he learns from the one who has foreseen all, he will be stuck, Another said.
Let us bring him to Her, The first voice said.
His Destiny awaits, It spoke again.
And then falling. And falling. I panicked. Was I being dragged to the Seven Hells? Was this for killing the Half Hand or for taking a woman before they were married?
What did that matter, they spoke the words, and it was as good as done. But she died. There is no more love for me.
I felt the wind knocked out of him, as I stopped. No, I landed. There was more snow around him, and I was wearing my fur cloak. But it wasn't as cold. There was sun shining, and a breeze, but a load roaring in the distance. Was it true, had the Targaryen princess finally come for Westeros, with the three rumored dragons? Sitting up, I looked around. Strange looking huts and houses in the distance, and a paved road beside me. A horseless carriage sailed past me at speeds it shouldn't, and it stopped short, without crashing into anything.
"Hey buddy, are you okay?" A woman asked as she got out of the strange carriage. I didn't normally draw my sword on a woman, but I was feeling vulnerable and frightened about this strange place I woke up in.
"I'm warning you, stay back woman," I said, looking for a means of escape. Nothing but snow-covered hills around them. Even if I could locate a horse, who knows what family might need it for their farm.
"Wow, bud. Just calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you, but if you don't put that thing down, I am gonna use this," She said, pulling out a weird shaped object from underneath her coat.
"Tell me how to get to the Wall. I need to get back to my brothers," I said.
"Oh jeez, now I get it. You're a cosplayer. You missed ComicCon by about 2000 kilometers south."
"What nonsense are you babbling about? I am the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch," I said, confused about the words she spoke.
"Watch it buddy, you may be from out of town, or maybe one of the town crazies, but I don't have to put up with that kind of talk. Now, but down that plastic sword, and let's talk about how to get you home."
"My home is in Westeros! Don't you understand? My brothers… they betrayed me, and I must get back to deal with things."
"Dude, you are a little far behind in the series if you think that's just happened."
"Woman, listen. You are hindering me from returning, an act punishable by death," I shouted.
"Is that a threat?" She asked, a small smile on her face.
"Yes. Now step aside," I said, moving to walk around her.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," she said, as I got closer to her. I felt a sudden burning sensation coursing through his body, feeling his body tense and seize, until he passed out.
I woke up slowly, feeling pain lingering in my bones. A gentle, melodic voice was rousing me, causing me to try and sit up. But I couldn't.
I was laying on some sort of cushioned chair, my arms and legs bound together. The voice was singing softly, and it sounded like it was coming from another room, because I didn't see the woman singing.
How does a moment last forever?
How can a story never die?
It is love we must hold onto
Never easy, but we try
Sometimes our happiness is captured
Somehow, our time and place stand still
Love lives on inside our hearts and always will
Minutes turn to hours, days to years then gone
But when all else has been forgotten
Still our song lives on
Maybe some moments weren't so perfect
Maybe some memories not so sweet
But we have to know some bad times
Or our lives are incomplete
Then when the shadows overtake us
Just when we feel all hope is gone
We'll hear our song and know once more
Our love lives on
How does a moment last forever?
How does our happiness endure?
Through the darkest of our troubles
Love is beauty, love is pure
Love pays no mind to desolation
It flows like a river through the soul
Protects, proceeds, and perseveres
And makes us whole
Minutes turn to hours, days to years then gone
But when all else has been forgotten
Still our song lives on
How does a moment last forever:
When our song lives on
She came into the room, bringing a clear cup with liquid in it. She squeaked at seeing me, and held a hand to her heart.
"Make some noise next time. I thought you were still asleep."
"Why am I bound? Release me."
"Relax, as soon as I know your name and where you are from, I am going to call the police and you will be on your way home."
"Who? Are they Maesters?"
"No. Man you are committed. And you look scary alike to the actor in the show. Are you Kit Harrington? In which case, I'm sorry, but Rose can't have you anymore."
"What are you talking about? You sound like a mad woman."
"Okay, say that one more time, and I will Taser you again," She threatened.
"Was that what happened earlier, before I blacked out?" I asked, really not wanting to repeat the experience. She nodded, pulling out the strange object.
"So, I repeat, who are you?"
"Jon Snow, bastard of Eddard Stark, Lord Commander of the Night's Watch," I said, swallowing as she pointed the object at me again.
"Really? Tell me something only Jon Snow knows," She laughed.
"How would you know anything I have kept secret to only myself?"
"Because I'm not stupid. I've read the books, watched the TV shows, attended a few panels. I pride myself on my knowledge of Westeros."
"What is a TV show? Of course, you live in Westeros." I said, confused.
"Um, no. I live in Canada dude. You know, the Great White North?"
"The North," I argued.
"Canada."
"The North!"
"Canada!" She yelled.
"What am I bound with?" I asked as I tried to wiggle free.
"It's called zipties dude. I went through like 40 of them making those restraints. Now I have to go buy more, and the good ones aren't cheap. I would have had rope, but I didn't want to chance leaving you to dig through the shed. You are a crazy person."
"I'm not crazy."
"You have to be to be walking around like this," She said, shaking my sword in front of my face.
"Be careful with that!"
"Wow, this is real? Where did you get it?"
"It's the Lord Commander's. He gifted it to me after I saved his life. It's name is-"
"Longclaw. Valarian Steel Sword of House Mormont of Bear Island," She said, rolling her eyes.
"You know the Mormonts?" I asked, seriously.
"Dude, this sword is legendary. But it's not one of those crap replica's that you get at Comic stores. Did you make this?" She asked, grabbing a book and flipping it open. She stared at the pommel for awhile, and then back at the book.
"Lord Jeor Mormont changed the pommel to emulate-"
"Ghost, your direwolf," She said, admiring it.
"It's a pity. It's beautiful!" She said, unsheathing the sword partly.
"Be careful."
"It's perfect," She said, running her finger on the edge. She hissed, putting her finger in her mouth. When she looked at me again, her face went blank, eyes rolling back into her head. I wanted to jump up to keep her from falling, but I was still bound. I watched, helpless as she stood there, with the whites of her eyes showing, and her hands trembling.
And all at once, her eyes straightened and focused, before she looked at me, "Shit. Well this changes things."
"What? Are you a Greenseer?" I asked.
"No, but you Jon Snow, have a very complicated fate. Let me get you out of those." She said, with a sigh.
"Thank you," I said, as she used a small knife to rip through the binds. I rubbed my wrists, wincing as I realized how hard I was fighting the bonds around my arms.
"I'm sorry for how I have treated you. You have to believe me, this isn't Westeros. This isn't even your world."
"How could that be? Do the Gods hate me that much?" I said quietly.
"Actually, they sent you to me. Because you need to learn something. Fate has a different ending to your story than you think."
"But they killed me. How do I come back from that?" I asked, sitting up. It seemed to be an elongated chair that I was sitting on, with a few pillows and a cushioned back.
"Okay, how about we start at the beginning? I'll tell you what I know, and you digest it slowly. This may take awhile anyways."
"Sorry, but I do not know your name," I asked, taking the offered glass. I found the liquid to be clear and crisp. A fresher form of water than I had ever known.
"Oh, where are my manners. My name is Destiny."