To everyone who has already started reading the story, SORRY. I'll be making some changes around here, i just felt like i wrote the next three chapters way too fast and i don't want this to feel like just a Sansa/Sandor story and end up disappointing everyone later because honestly i don't know what the hell is going to happen next and i don't know if i'm going to follow the exact storyline in ASOIAF. This is NOT a Sansan story or a Gendry/Arya story or whatever, this is about all the characters. Maybe i'll write about them and at some point it will happen or maybe not i dont know. I hope it all works out in the end :) and if i don't follow Martin's storyline or timeline or come up with new weird characters just because i want to don't be mad! this is fanfiction guys... again reviews are welcomed! spelling mistakes are horrible and i hate them but english is not my first language and i have no idea how the beta stuff works so if you see any mistakes pleeeaseee let me now, i'll appreciate it. sorry for the excessive use of commas,,,,. Enjoy.

PROLOGUE

Those who sing the song of the earth will come back to claim what was taken from them so many deaths ago and no king, queen and flames combined will be able to stop them.

He didn't recall how he had gotten on the other side of the wall, he remembered running after his dog after he had been trying to cut his fur to use it to cover some of the holes in his boots, a desperate attempt to keep the cold away from his feet, which were already turning black. He had taken his father's blade out when the sight of it scared the damn dog and sent him running off with Landon following behind.

He followed the dog into a dark, damp tunnel and lost track of him there until after what seemed like several hours of walking through passages he saw a light at the end of one of them. As soon as he stepped outside he caught the sight of his dog being devoured by a pack of wolves. They must have caught the scent of him cause they stopped eating and turned to gaze him with their deep blue eyes. The wolves had small wounds in their hind legs bites, he thought. How hungry can an animal get before he starts biting his own leg? Landon felt like he would soon find out. Winter had been hard but at least he had some food left in his storage. No, food wasn't the problem, cold, war and that Targaryen king were. Three seconds had passed when the wolves started racing towards him. It took all of the strength in his legs to maintain the distance between him and the pack.

He had been mentally weighting his chances of survival if he climbed a tree when from the corner of his eye he saw a house. It seemed abandoned but still Landon screamed for whoever was inside, if anyone at all, to open the door as he ran towards it. Behind him the pack seemed to have stopped all of a sudden, they must have caught the scent of some other poor soul, he thought as he ran.

He got to the house and kicked the door open as he jumped inside and closed it again. He was still breathing heavily when he noticed the old woman standing in the corner of what looked like a kitchen.

"I'm sorry, I thought no one was here!" he cried hoping she wouldn't kick him out of the house, not that he would have left that easily. The woman was very old and he was very strong, even for a boy his age, but he preferred if it didn't get to that.

"It's okay boy," she said, much to Landon's relief. "Them wolves would've eaten you whole if you weren't so fast with your legs and them so weak from hunger, you are a very lu…" and then she stopped, her eyes were now focusing on the red liquid coming out of the bottom of Landon's shirt. "You are hurt boy," she said with a calm voice while pointing at his belly. Landon hadn't even noticed until then, I must have hurt myself with my father's dagger; suddenly he felt a sting of pain and fell to his knees crying from the pain.

"Come now boy, I'll fix you. I'll sew you up real nice," said the old woman as she signaled for Landon to follow her. He obeyed, standing up and moving slowly so the wound wouldn't hurt. She led him to a bed that was separated from the kitchen by a curtain that hanged from the roof. "Lay down while I go get some things" she said, and then walked towards the kitchen at an agonizingly slow place.

When she returned she had a glass filled with some green liquid, a needle and some thread. "Drink child, or it will hurt," she said as she handed him the glass and pulled a chair closer to the bed to begin the sewing.

The nauseating sour scent cloyed the damp air around him, and he curled his lip to drive the smell out of his nose, "What is this?"

"It's milk of the poppy, boy" she said apologetically "It's just gone a little bad, that's all, still works just fine". Landon closed his eyes, took the glass with both hands and drank it all.

"That's a good boy," the old woman said grinning at him. "What were you doing in the forest all alone child? I can tell you are not from this side of the wall"

"I was following my dog, he ran away" said Landon, the milk of the poppy had started to take effect and he felt drowsy.

"The wrong side of the wall is no place for summer boys, or any children for that matter" said the old woman angrily "except for the children of the forest, but that's another story". The old woman then leaned closely to the boy until her face was only inches away from his. It was then that he noticed her eyes; they didn't look like normal eyes and they seemed to be slowly changing color.

"Have you heard of the children of the forest, boy?" she said, a hint of mystery in her voice. Landon could feel his head growing heavier, his pulse slowing down and his body preparing to sink into a profound and peaceful sleep but curiosity won him over so he shook his head saying no.

The old woman rose from her chair and lit up the lantern that was hanging on top of the bed. Landon hadn't realized just how dark the house had been until then. He saw now that the house was not really that but more like a cave made up of trees that seemed to be leaning over them, protecting them from the cold.

The woman adjusted the lamp so that the light would hit Landon's wound directly. "Lay down, boy" she said to Landon who had stood up to have a better look at the trees. He did as he was bid and laid down on the hard bed. The old woman passed the thread through the needle and pushed the wound together to start sewing. Landon didn't feel a thing, that rancid shit is stronger than I expected, he thought.

The old woman glanced quickly at him and then back at his wound to keep sewing, a small smile appeared in her lips as if she had heard what Landor was thinking, it left a strange feeling on him.

"My mother once told me a story about little people living in the forest but that they had all died a long time ago, was she talking about the children?" he asked, he didn't really want to talk about magical creatures and horror stories, he was already too scared by the old woman and the tree house but the silence in the house made him uneasy.

"Seems so, boy" the woman responded, "Would you like to hear a tale about them?"

He felt the tiredness taking over his body and his eyes growing heavier but still nodded his head.

"It is not known for how long the children dwelt in the lands we now call the seven kingdoms", the old woman began "but they were the only ones here and they had all the forests to themselves" a breeze made the lamp waver causing the light to glimmer and throwing the trees around them into a gloomy dance that made Landon shiver.

"They first came in contact with humans with the arrival of the First Men and they were quickly thrown into a war against them. For two thousand years both groups fought desperately, men with their swords and horses and the children with their magic" she said in a calm voice though Landon could see a glimpse of sadness in her eyes. "Eventually and after many deaths the leaders of both groups agreed to a pact of peaceful coexistence. In order to ensure this pact they arranged a marriage between the men's most skilled warrior who was said to have fought a thousand battles without shedding even the tiniest drop of blood and the daughter of the children's leader. She was a wise child, boy. Do you know what that is?"

"No" said Landon, he was beginning to feel weaker and could barely hear the old woman's voice.

"A wise child is the name given to those very few children of the forest who had the greensight, boy" she responded "That is the ability to have prophetic dreams, greenseers can also skinchange and control the minds of animals. It is said that one man in a thousand is born a skinchanger, and one skinchanger in a thousand can be a greenseer, the gods just flip a coin to it. This leader's daughter was not just both but she could also control the forest with them trees and rivers, the only known child to have this abilities. She was very beautiful too; legends say the gods had given her all the beauty of the forest and immortality to make up for killing her mother when she was giving birth to her. But, later when the daughter had prayed to them to give her mother back to her, the gods had been so consumed by the beauty they had blessed her with that they weren't able to refuse her prayers and agreed to bring her mother back to life once more"

The old woman had finished sewing Landon's wound and cleaned her bloody hands on a piece of cloth, she sighed and continued "Both warrior and daughter married on the Isle of Faces where the pact had been agreed, they remained there until the day of their deaths. It is also said, boy, that the warrior and the daughter had a baby, a girl beautiful as the mother and human like the father. She looked like every other human baby, her skin was a dark pink like her father's and her hair silvery-gold, much like your Targaryen King, boy, you know the one that likes his fire so much. The only physical trait she had that belonged to the children's was her eyes, the eyes of a cat, boy, large and green, with vertical slit-like pupils. Those eyes could see down passages where a human's eyes saw only blackness"

"Like your eyes" Landon replied

"What? This things?" she said pointing at her eyes and letting out a hard laugh, "the product of a disease, boy, can't see shit with 'em, I'm surprised I even got the thread into the needle even more sew your bloody wound" she said laughing again.

"What happened to the warrior and the daughter and their baby?" asked Landon

"Legends say that when the baby was born the leader's daughter gave her immortality back to the gods and prayed for them to give it to her new born instead. The warrior died first, boy, a human death, filled with sickness and pain and the wise child died many years later, some say at the hands of the Others some say she died of grief over her lost husband. It is also said that their child –who had also been blessed with her mother's unique abilities –cursed with having to witness not just both her parents' death but the children of the forest's as well still wanders the northern woods, her face beautiful and young as ever but her soul filled with the desire for revenge" the old woman's sick eyes were filled with pain but she smiled nevertheless

"And what happened to the rest of the children? Why did they died?" inquired Landon

"Shit happened, boy," she said letting out a little laugh, "After the war with the Others the children retreated deeper into the forests, by the time of Aegon's landing they hadn't been seen for thousands of years. Now, boy, time to rest" she said as she stood up from the chair, turned off the lamp and walked away.

That night Landon dreamt of the children, of the warrior, of the daughter and of their baby. He dreamt of the old woman and his mother and the tale she had told him. He had been dreaming he was running in the forest when a deep, loud howl woke him up. He opened his eyes and looked around expecting to see the old woman flashing his crooked teeth at him but she wasn't there and neither was the tree house. "It couldn't all have been a dream," he thought "The wolves, the cold, the blood… the blood!" he thought, remembering his wound as he raised his shirt to find nothing, not even a scar. He took off his shirt and examined it closely, trying to find even the tiniest drop of blood that proved he wasn't going insane. He threw the shirt against the wall out of anger when he found nothing "Get your shit together Landon, of course it was a fucking dream, stupid children of the forest, stupid old woman" he cursed as he put his boots on and passed a finger through one of the holes in his shoes "I must have dozed off before I had a chance to cut that bloody dog's fur" he thought "where IS that dog anyways?"