The wolves, my love, will come
Taking us home where dust once was a man
Is there life before a death?
Do we long too much
(And never let in?)

Nightwish – 7 Days to the Wolves

"Get her!"

"She's damn fast!"

"Don't let her get away!"

"No! Put the bow away you idiot, we want her alive! Or do you want to fuck a corpse?"

Run. That was all the girl could think about. Run, run, run. She was in panic and she had no idea where she was or where she was going. All she saw around her was trees. She was bleeding; her body was covered with cuts and bruises. Maybe she had fallen, she really wasn't sure. Her leg also hurt, but she couldn't think about the pain right now. She couldn't think about anything except getting away from the men who were chasing her. She didn't know who they were, but she understood what they were going to do to her.

"Come here, sweetness! We don't want to hurt you!"

"Stop running you stupid bitch! I'm gonna fuck you senseless for making me chase you!"

Tears of terror were coursing down the girl's cheeks as she kept running. Her heart was pounding, she was panting and her legs were shaking uncontrollably. She knew that she couldn't keep running for much longer. She had to; she couldn't let those men catch her. Why were they doing this, she hadn't done anything to them. At least she didn't think so.

Could she hide? No. She needed to get away from them. A tree… Could she climb a tree? She didn't know if she had ever climbed, but it was worth trying. Right now it was her only chance; she wouldn't be able to keep running. Quickly she chose a tree and grabbed onto a branch. After a struggle she managed to pull herself up and tried to look for sturdy place for her foot.

She climbed as quickly as she could; squeezing every branch she was able to reach. Every inch of her body was hurting, but she kept climbing. Every step was taking her further away from the men. She tasted blood and tears in her mouth and she feared that her body was about to reach it's limit.

"Look! She's in the tree!"

No… They had found her. She was trapped here.

"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!"

They laughed and whistled at her.

"Come down or we'll come up and get you down! Believe me, you don't want that!"

She didn't move, she was squeezing the branch like her life would depend on it.

"You really want to play with us, bitch?"

"Leave me alone," she murmured, although they probably couldn't hear her. Her arms and legs were shaking, she was beyond exhausted. Nothing made sense to her; she couldn't understand why any of this was happening. The first thing she remembered was walking in the woods barefoot. She hadn't known where she was or what had happened to her. She hadn't known who she was. She still didn't know.

"Last chance, come down now and we'll go easy on you!"

No. Please someone, anyone… Horses. She could hear them.

"What is happening here?" a male voice asked.

"Mind your own business."

"Watch your tongue," another voice said. "Do you know who you are speaking to?"

"No and I don't care…"

"This is Robb Stark, the heir of Winterfell."

"My lord… Forgive us, we didn't know…"

"What were you doing to this girl?"

"Nothing, I swear. She's all yours, my lord."

The girl struggled to hold on. There were more men here now who also wanted to hurt her. Her body was about to give up, she would have no strength left to fight them.

"Hello? It's alright, you can come down now."

She didn't react to the deceitfully kind words, she wasn't that stupid. If they wanted her, they would have to climb up and drag her down. There was no chance she would… Suddenly the branch cracked. She cried out as she fell down backwards, hitting her head. After that she didn't feel anything.