Edd Stark finds himself looking for answers about his father, the four and ten year old prays beneath the heart tree in the godswood of castle Winterfell; he prays to meet his father and see his mother again as she passed years prior to an unknown illness, he was raised by his uncle Jon to become the next king in the north.
His uncle taught him to wield a sword at six and become a marksman at eight he is the north hand to hand champion. His Maester Arlen had always praised his thirst for knowledge, saying that he was one of the smartest children he'd ever taught.
Year's after his mother died Edd had always gone to the gods wood to pray on her day of passing, he feels raw and angry each year at his father for leaving them and everyone who just looks away every time asks about him. His mother always said apart from her eyes he looked like his father's mirror image.
He runs out of the great hall away from his aunt and uncles, his valyrian steel sword, Fire, strapped to his hip, reforged from the lannisters brightroar by his uncle Gendry when he and his aunt Arya returned from their travels for his mother's burial and his name day.
He runs out into the raging storm to get to the godswood.
The wind is whipping wildly at his cloak as he trudges on through the storm the snow crunching beneath his boots.
Upon reaching the centre of the godswood, Edd falls to his knees in exhaustion, tears froze on his cheeks, he looks into the blood red eyes of the heart tree unyielding.
His voice hoarse from crying as he starts his prayer.
"Old gods, I ask you for assistance I wish to know who my father was if he is alive so I can beat him for leaving my mother." The winds pick up as he chokes on a pained laugh before continuing hastily. "I jest, my plea to you is to help me find my father and let me see my mother one last time before I move on, please." He begged as sobbs start to wrack the through his body, he can hear his aunt and uncles calling his name.
He lifts his head to meet the eyes of the tree once more before he gets to his feet turning to leave only to fall into the black pond swallowed by darkness, his name falling on deaf ears.