AUTHORS NOTE

i just wrote this for fun, but im really proud, and even if it seems a little boring now, dont worry, itll get way cooler. my comp doesnt have spell check, sorry, so there might be a few typos i missed. i obvs dont own asoif, cuz if i did, i would be RICH!

warning you guys AGAIN, in case you are DUMB, this contains spoilers to the END OF A DANCE W/ DRAGONS! srsly, guys. dont say i didnt warn you.

AWAKENING

In the frozen wastes in the lands north of the wall, something stirred beneath the snow. An arm popped out of the snow, followed by a girl., named Emilia Rhaenys Lianna Snow. That girl was me. This is my story, the story of how I became the queen of all of westeros, and also easteros, and even southeros (i don't think there is a northeros, but if there had been, i would totes be the queen of that, too).

I pushed myself up, and rose to stand. Even though i was standing on twenty feet of snow, i didn't sink into it, or even leave any footprints. i brushed the snow out of my raven locks, and looked out into the frozen lands with big eyes, the right a pale lilac colour, the left a bright, glowy, icy blue. my skin was as pale as the snow which surrounded me, the snow which matched my name. my face was beautiful, my features stern and regal. Though the bitter winds bit at me, and snow blew around me, i wore a simple leather tunic and pants, and a threadbare cloak. Though my putfit was very simple, there was one thing that stood out. It was a collar, similar to those worn by slaves across the narrow sea. It was of Valyrian steel, with a large, glinting ruby set in it. This collar had been given to my by the man who had called himself my father. The night before he had had my sent north of the wall, he had had it permanantly sealed around my neck. At first, i had feared that, as i grew, the collar would chock my to death, and kill my. Only as i grew, i noticed that the collar seemed to grow with my. Or maybe i was just imagining it. Maybe the collar had been a little loose fom the start, and desigmned to still fit when i was fully grown. This collar was very important, though Emilia didn't really know why. All i new was that it was part of the reason i had been sent north of th wall.

Another really weird and norticable thing was the weird birthmark thing i had on my chest. At least, i guessed that it was a birthmark. i had had it my whole life. But i didnt look at all like the birthmarks i had sometimes seen on other people, so i sometimes wondered aboutr it. The first thing that was weird about it was the colour. It was a weird icy blue colour, like the colour of the sky refelcted in a frozen pond on a super clear day. It had been almost invisible when i had lived wit h the Starks in winterfel, and had grown more obvious when i had been sent to live north of the wall. Now i could see that, if you looked at it properly, it almost looked like a dragon.

Looking at me, an ethereal beauty standing in the snow, one would probably wonedr, are you not cold? Were you to ask my this question, it would confuse my. "Yes," i would reply, "I am cold, and cold is me. We are one.". For I had spent many years of my life living in the frozen wastes, and the cold had become an inescapable part of myself. It did not bother me. It simply was.

"Diamond." i hissed into the icy night. Though my voice was snatched up by the wind and carried away, it was still heard by the one i called. A silver direwolf bounded over to me. She was named Diamond after her eyes, which looked like glissening diamonds in her eye sockets (and i no that that sounds kind of creepy, but its not, its really pretty and awesome looking). "Diamond, something is wrong."

I know, Emilia. I have sensed it as well. The direwolf's mouth did not move, yet I hear her anyway. It was the same with all animals, though it was sily and a waist of time to try talk to some of the dumber ones. Like, squirls and frogs? Yeah, they never have ANYTHING interesting to say. Mostly they just complain, which is so boring, so i mostly just ignore them. But it had been, like, ages since i had seen any animals like that. For a very long time, i has ssen no animals but Diamond, which was a bit lonely.

"I cannot sense my brother." i stared in the direction i knew to be south, my lips pursed. This was bad. I had been sleeping -hibernating, truly -and during that time, i had been linked mentally with my brother Jon, though he had been unaware. I could not contact him, though, could only watch. Could only watch as he read the letter from the bastard of Bolton. Could only watch as he roused him fellow brothers of the Night's Watch into action. Could only watch as he was betrayed and... murdered? The thought filled my with fury. Anger is an emotion often assocated with fire, but I knew better. Anger was ice. A cold deadly calclating and ruthless emotion, and one that i was very familar with. In fact, it was the emotion i had been condummed by nearly every day since i had been banished to this empty tundra.

He may not be dead, Emilai. Diamond was a much calmer person (well, not really a person, but you know what i meen XD) than I had ever been. We cannot know for sure.

"He was stabbed, Diamond." i shuddered. "I felt it." I could still feel it. The bite of the steal entering my flesh (well, it had been Jons, but since I had been in his mind at the time, it had felt like it was mine) had been much colder than the snow or ice or anything else up here had ever been.

His body may have passed on, this is true... But it does not mean his spirit is gone. Diamond paused, as though considering the options. We mus tget to the wall ,Emilia. There is still a chance you can help him.

"... But what about her?" At the wall was a woman, a woman that i could not afford to run into. Melisadnra. Whenever my brother had spoke to her, i had felt myself fill with dred. She was bad news, that was for sure. I had long ago learned to embrace the dark and the cold and the snow and the ice as old friends, indtead of trying to fight against them. It had reached the point where i would even say that i loved these things. And my love of these things would be seen as a blasphemey by this woman. And that wasnt even the worst part.

She may indeed pose a serios threat to you... Diamond shook my head. Given your currant state, it would be most unwise to cross paths with her at all.

At Diamnds words, I instinctively raised two fingers to my throat, to chekc for a pulse, and, of course, there was none. i had not expected there to be.

I was dead. It had been a very difficult thing for me to come to terms with, but i had eventually accepts that denying it would not make it any less true. Was i a wight? I didn't think so. I still had my own mind, after all. But sometimes, and this i found very scary, i could feel the pull of another mind, trying to control my brain (like, it was trying to POSSESS me, or something. Way freaky). I didn't want to lose myself. Not before i found out what it was the man who had called himself my father had wanted me to do. So every time i felt the evil pull of that other conciousness, i resisted as hard as i could, and found that i could easily overcome it actually pretty easly.

"Why can the wildlings and others not resist like i do?" i had once asked Diamond. I mean, it ttly wasnt that hard, but all these people, when the died, just gave in, like, whatever, cool, we are wights now. It was totally NOT cool with me though. I had more imprtant things to do than be a zombie.

They are not you, Emilia. She had responded. They are only human, and one can only expect so much form them. But you... are something more. But the direwolf had refused to explain what she had meant by that, even though I had begged her. She could be quite mysterious at times, which was cool and all, but also, like, SUPER irritating.

"If the fire woman that my brother was so fond of found me," I murmured, half to myself, half to Diamond. "She would have me killed. And that would be the end of me, and whatever destiny had been laid out for me." i might be able to kill her beofre she got to me... but even tho i new i was super strong and stuff, i couldnt be sure a bout her.

I cannot see that happening, Emilia.Diamond nuzled me with her nose, and the feel of it on my hand made me feel a bit better, because i had bee feeling pretty down, since i had had to watch (and feel!) as my own twin brother had been killed, and i hadnt even been able to help or anything.

"what sould i do?"

we shall visit Araura.

"Aroura..." the ice dragon of the north. Yes, she would no what to do. I reached out into the air in frnt of me, and i pulled my varlyrian steel scythe dragon's claw out of the thin air, simply by imaging it materializing in my hand. I never walked the deslate watses without it. It gave even the Others pause, & could easily handle any animals or wildings that hapened to attack me. "ok. Lets go see Aroura!"

AUTHORS NOTE AGAIN LOL

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