No one believed in the Night King anymore. No one knew about how the dead had came back alive, became puppets under their masters control and looked at living with glowing blue eyes and rotting skin.
How Winters and Summers lasted years, how Winter had once lasted a generation. How the North suffered, how the older generation walked into the forests never to return, just so their family could survive. Spring and Autumn barely lasted long enough to be worth mentioning, to be worth noticing. Maybe that was the reason they were celebrated now, even as her era faded out of time and memory.
But the fear of the biting cold still reminded. Still lingered in hearts as she watched, the Ice Age had allowed another evil to grow stronger.
The fear had brought them another King of the night, but this time, he wasn't the King of the Dead. A King of Nightmares, of things that went bump in the night, she was just glad she didn't have to fight the dead again.
This one seemed content with walking through shadows and keeping everyone on edge. Fear was a powerful thing, it could cause kingdoms to raise and fall.
It would seem back then, that he lived in a body that once belonged to someone else. This she gathered from the way he used to argue with himself, but she would find out the truth when his daughter crushed onto the land.
She had told her that her father hadn't been as evil or cruel, that he was trapped on this planet by another. That he was there to stay, along with those who had followed him.
Which reminded her of the night that the Night King had appeared. She knew that light will always appear to show the way after the darkness arrived; even if the light needed a soft hand to pick them up and brush the snow from their clothes.
That was how the she had met the sand man. In her icy hands, a bright glow of a star caught her attention. Like Dawn, the weapon of House Dayne, but she had found that Sanderson was much better then a sword. He used to be a wishing star, but now he controlled dreams and with those dreams, showed their viewers their deepest desires.
The other was a creature. A tall rabbit with markings on his fur in dark grey, all she could do for him was hide him from the Nightmare King's view.
Sanderson had told her what had happened to his race, not with words; no, her little star didn't speak a word, but even then there were other ways to tell someone something. Even if that method took awhile, the first time it took her two hours to figure out not even a sentence.
She wasn't ashamed to admit it, she had gotten better over the years. But then, it was the most fun she had since her death at the hands of the Night King.
A Pooka, a Pooka that was her star's friend, so she decided to make sure he would live. Through she had a feeling he would be a pain, would annoy her later on in her long life.
She had swore a long time, that she would not suffer anther war, would not place her life in the lines of fire for people who were not her own. Her family had died thousand of years ago, her second family had been dead for a few hundred. Their faith, traditions and language long gone.
After all; Alysanne Snow was done with being used and tossed to the side.