A/N: So I rewrote the first chapter and Im working on the second. I also made up my own language. I also got an idea from a very cool reviewer. ElektraMackenzie. So thank you sweetheart. You are appreciated.

It was quiet and eerie. The second Stark boy stood tall on his feet. He couldn't hear the three eye'd crow. He couldn't even see it. Bran turned in a complete circle, scanning the trees. He didn't see Jojen. Nor did he see any of his family members. Something was wrong.

He took a step forward, the another. All he heard was his own shaky breath. He sighed and turned to leave.

Screams. That's what stopped him. Snow started to fall hard around him. Something ran towards ran him. Something on fire. "Meht evas!" Bran jumped out of the way as the man fell to the ground, limp.

The young Stark boy starred at the man. What was this?

A large black wolf cocked it's head at Bran. The wolfs eyes were unnaturally blue. Almost white.

"You shouldn't be beyond the wall Stark. The wind speaks of death around you…It speaks of death around all Starks." A voice whispered into his ear.

"Beyond the wall?" The wind picked up and he was thrown back into the snow. Freezing water seeped into his clothes. The fur he wore constricted around his neck and suffocated him.

Bran jolted up in his sleep. One name stuck in his head. Rayes Fenir. Her name seemed to be branded in his brain.

Jojen watched the second Stark boy move his sweaty hair out of his face. He must have dreamt of her too. The wolf girl from beyond the wall. But she wasn't a wildling. No. She was royalty. A lady of the highest kind. A princess.

His heart wouldn't stop thudding against his chest. He was sweating. Like Bran, Jojen was jolted from his slumber after seeing the Black Wolf, except he was faced to face with a man trying to kill her. Jojen was awoken before the sword came down upon the head of the wolf girl.

Bran caught his eye. "Rayes Fenir." He whispered.

The blonde boy squinted his eyes. Was that her name? He lay back onto his sleeping mat and closed his eyes.

"We have to find her! She needs us!" Bran exclaimed.

"Who?" Osha rubbed at her eyes.

"The girl with the blue eyes. She's out there…somewhere. And she's hurt." He started pushing on Hodor trying to wake him. "We need to hurry. She might be dying."

"What girl?" It was Jojen who acted like he didn't know what Bran was talking about.

Bran huffed and brought his fist down on Hodor. "WAKE UP DAMN IT!"

"Hodor?" The large man jumped up, causing Rickon to wake.

"That's enough, Bran. What has gotten into you?"

They walked in silence as Osha and Hodor carried torches to lead the way. Bran sat in his sled with Rickon in between his useless legs. Jojen did not question the boy's demand that they find a girl he wasn't even sure was real. She was much too beautiful. Even if he didn't see her true human face. It was like she was something only a god could dream off.

They all stopped in front of a body of water. Snow and ice floated in the crystal blue water. Jojen and his sister stared at the water. The only since of peace they all had found since they set their journey to find Bran.

"The waters turning red." Rickon tugged at bran's hand.

They all looked to the trail of blood that stopped at a girl with thick tangled black hair. Her legs were in the ice old water. She lay on her stomach, her pale fingers clutching at the fur under her. Her back was bare; Bran saw the blood trailing from her hip.

"It's her…" Bran whispered.

Osha rushed to the girls side quickly pulling her out of the water. "She runs cold."

Jojen shrugged off his cloak and wrapped it around her slender shoulders. Osha ran her hand over the girls lips feeling a slight breath release from her lips.

"She lives." She announced. Bran let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He clutched the side of the sled, making his knuckles turn white.

"We need to get her warm. And fast." Osha looked to Hodor who had already started a little fire. Meera helped get the fire higher. Bran pushed his baby brother to stand so he could get a better look at her.

"Do you think she'll survive?" He pulled himself forward to get a look at her.

"Rayes Fenir…"

The girls eyes began to flutter open, but held a blank stare. "Ailat si erehw."

Jojen scrunches up his face. The girl was mad.

"Do you speak the common tongue?" Osha asked.

"The common tongue is not so common beyond the wall." Rayes spoke.

"Are you the dire wolf from my dream?" Bran spoke up.

"Dire wolves are nothing compared…" She started to cough up metallic blood.

"She needs rest my little king. She'll die if we don't fix her up." Osha helped the girl to a sitting position.

Rayes winced and dropped back down clutching her side. She hissed in pain. "Do not move me. I need to sleep."
"You'll die now if you rest your head."

"Then let me die…" her whisper gave Bran chills. Jojen dropped to his knees and moved hair out of her face.

"You would literally let your life dwindle just because you're in pain."

Rayes glared at the blonde boy. "Eugnot ruoy etib."

Jojen shook his head. Bran glared at Jojen. He envied the fact that he could walk. That he could stand tall without trying. He could probably lift her and take her to safety if he wanted to.

She tried lifting her head her eye's glazed over and her head fell back. Rayes Fenir blacked out.