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I would most probably add OCs along the way.
First Fanfic ^_^ I hope you enjoy reading. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
Rays of light start peeking through a crack on an old wooden window. It found it's end on a face of a man laid on a dusty bench layered with dozens of old stained fabrics. A wrinkle on his forehead starts to show his discomfort. A few tilts from side to side, he felt something hindering him to roll to his left side and slowly he opens his eyes. A wall, he thought. "The wall!" he suddenly rose and there he felt it. It seemed like a thousand jabs of a spear all over his body and the only thing he could do was groan as loud as he could before falling back.
A shuffle of footsteps could be heard from the room next to where he was. A loud bang erupted as the door opened and reveals a disheveled, Samwell Tarly. "Jon!" his voice almost echoed throughout the room. The man in pain seemed to not respond to his call but shows an acknowledgement of his presence when he forced one of his eyes open. "Jon! You're finally awake!" Sam was figuring out how to help his friend however, every attempt to help him sit up was for naught. Every movement would make Jon wince and grimace.
"Do not touch him." Cloaked in red, she reveals herself by taking her hood down. "You!" Sam stood up and faced the lady in crimson clothing. "You did this to him!" preparing to grab her, Sam abruptly rose. Gilly rushed to the room and stood between them. "Sam, stop!" she persuades an angry Sam to calm down.
Slowly reaching for the ground, his feet finally found the floor. Jon sits up, "Sam" he uttered with a breathy call that would probably go unheard, if only it weren't such a small room. The other three immediately turned to the source of the voice and saw Jon trying his best to keep himself from collapsing back on the platform of tattered cloths. "The wall." He tries to continue. Sam, about to approach Jon, was stopped by a hand on his upper arm. Gilly was pulling him back. "Come with me, Sam. The red lady has to do her job until he gets better, remember?" Gilly seemed level-headed enough to persuade Sam to back off, but not without giving the red woman a scowl. To this exchange, Jon furrowed his brows. Curious, he took an effort to stand up, and follow Sam outside but before he could take a step, Melisandre has blocked his way. Jon only saw Sam and Gilly's form exiting the room and shutting the creaky door with a thud.
"Sit back down, Jon." He couldn't rack up a reason to listen to the lady's orders, however, it was straining him to even force himself to keep up standing while his body was aching "Like diving on a sea of thorns?" she asked him as he sat back on the bench. Receiving a puzzled look, Melisandre gave him a dissatisfied look. "You haven't even heard the story and yet, you're giving me such an expression, my lord." She turns and starts to light a lamp on the desk. "I'm not a lord." The red woman scoffs at his attempt to argue. "It wouldn't do you any good to move around. Stay on that makeshift bed for now. I can't guarantee your full recovery just yet." She takes a scroll from inside her cloak. She reaches to hand it to him. Jon suspiciously stared at the scroll and looked up at Melisandre without taking it. Yielding to his distrust, she took the scroll back and unrolled it herself in front of him. "Many years ago, when I had gained the blessing of the Lord of the Light, a mysterious letter found its way to me." She tells him her story. Jon, looking tired, leaned back and let the lady continue. "This scroll, I found it with the help of that letter." She sat on a stool beside the desk. "What is it?" Jon pants softly. "Everything I am supposed to be… it is written here." She answers with a crestfallen smile as if she remembered a sad memory.
Pacing back and forth in the kitchen, Sam was filled with agitation. "Sam." sat on a stool beside little Sam's cradle, Gilly tries to call Samwell's attention. "You're going to bore a hole through the floor." She said yet again, she was ignored. "Sam!" she raised her voice and the little baby beside her gave a muffled whimper. "Gilly!" he shushed her. "You're going to wake him up." Sam walked towards the baby and rocked his little cradle slowly. "I just wanted to tell you, that you're worrying too much." She told him. "Too much? You think it's too much? I think I haven't worried enough for my friend there." He gestured towards the room they were in a few moments ago. "Well, the red witch is here and…" before she could continue, Sam waved her to quiet down. "She might hear that, y'know? The last thing we need is to upset her while she's alone in there with Jon." He whispered. "I'm going to upset her? I wasn't the one about to strangle her a while ago." Gilly sneers.
Jon had read the scroll and closes his eyes in disappointment. "Supposed to be?" he turns to the lady that is now looking out through the old window. "… or is this what you wish to be?" Jon waved the paper towards her. She stifles a sigh. Forlorn, Melisandre wanly faced him. As if a confirmation of his latter question, Jon had recalled all the events that had something to do with the red woman in front of him. Piecing them together, it explained the failure of Stannis, despite having a diviner like Melisandre as an advisor. "Then why come here? Why reveal this to me?" expressionless, he lets go of the crumpled paper. "Do you think I'll help you wash your sins?" he grit his teeth. "I am not here for an apology. I did not come to spit out words of regret." The red woman was firm. "Then why?" confused as to where the conversation was going to lead, he needed an answer. "'tis true that I don't regret my actions. I've only been lead that path to be able to get to the right one." She picks up the lamp off the desk. "What are you talking about? Have you no conscience? People have died because of what you've lead them to believe. The daughter of the Baratheons, the wife, and Stannis himself." Jon had grown exasperated. "Everyone has a place in the world. Everyone has a purpose. Once it's fulfilled, then they have served the Lord of the Light and shall come back to where they came from, with the great Lord himself." She stated. "You are mad." He voiced his irritation. "And you are dead." Melisandre stands and stretched her arm towards Jon.
The snow outside the little cottage had piled up. The wind was blowing mildly yet enough to rustle the leafless branches of the trees. A sudden burst of flames had consumed half of the poor abode. A cry of a little one could be heard along with his mother's.
I'll be cutting this up here and will continue with it soon.
Let me know what you think about it. ^_^ Thanks for reading.
Just made a little editing after proofreading it myself. Not much has changed. Chapter 2 will most likely be up in 24 hours after this edit.