This is a new version of my first publication, whose rhythm of the story I considered inappropriate and I changed. I have the habit of reading fanfiction, but I never posted one. English is not my first language, so excuse me for the mistakes.

This story takes place immediately after Bran and co. reach Bloodraven's cave, based on Bran III, from ADWD. I wrote wondering what would happen with the event of the death of Jojen, what happened on the show, unlike the books. Strong hints of Bran x Meera, based on his crush on her in the books. Use the TV show ages. Enjoy!


Chapter I - The first day

"Will I fly? I do not understand, it does not make sense"- said Bran, in a mix of disappointment and curiosity. "I can not even walk, how will I fly?"

"Brandon Stark. I've been following you, all of you, all these years. You are special and have a great mission. Everything happens for a purpose. All the things that happened to you, served to bring you here. All would be lost if we lost you, but now we have one last chance. However, first, you need to learn important things. I guided Jojen to bring you here so I can teach you" - answered the mysterious creature.

What purpose is that? I lost my legs for this? Or my family? My home? Our friend?

"At the right time you will understand the importance of what happened. "I will explain everything better and you will understand why I need you here. I'll teach many things and you all will be able to get what you have lost. I'm glad you all got here" - said quietly the Three Eyed Crow, looking at those scared faces.

Bran said nothing. Leaf, one of the children of the forest, guided Hodor carrying Bran and Meera to a room in the cave where they could to rest. Then she brought some water and food. Everyone was amazed and could not understand what was happening. Nobody broke that eerie silence.

"Hodor." Hodor said after a long time. The poor giant seemed more confused than ever.

"It is fine, Hodor." Bran said quietly. Then he looked for Meera. She had not said a word since the three were here. She seemed to have stopped crying too. He tried to turn around to see what was happening to her, but before he could say anything, she turned.

Bran and Hodor rested for a while. The boy could not stop thinking about everything that had happened. Everything was so fast, those creatures, the moment when he warged Hodor, the death of Jojen, that cave, that "man". It was all so crazy that seemed just another of his dreams, he thought. Bran closed and opened his eyes, expecting to wake up, but it was real. Looking at those walls, he also thought about what would become of him now. Could he come back South of the Wall some day? Or that was his final destination?

Few hours later, Bran awoke from his thoughts with the return of Meera..

"Are you hungry? I can see if there is any food, or maybe I can hunt something" - said Meera to Bran and the gentle giant.

"Meera, are you fine? There is a lot of food, we are not hungry. I know that the latest developments were quite frightening, but, if you want, we can talk".

"There's nothing to talk now. As that lord said, you have many things to do here, your mission is very important. You need to rest, our trip was very tiring" answered Meera. "I'm fine. I'm alive, like you and Hodor. We are fine, we are safe now, aren't we? Nothing to worry. If you are not hungry, you can to rest. Or go find Summer" - said a bitter Meera.

"Do not pretend that everything is fine" - Bran said, a little scared with her calm. "No, we can talk now. You're not fine, I can see. I'm sure all of this is being traumatizing for you. I understand how difficult is to lose a family member. You can say what you are feeling. I want to tell you how I'm feeling. I'm so confused with all these crazy..." - continued Bran.

Meera answered nothing. She took some stuff that was spread there, turned away and left. Bran was worried about her, but he couldn't do anything. Meera wanted to be alone, so it was best to leave her with her thoughts. Then Bran tried to sleep. He was eager to start the learning. He wondered if it would bring his father back. It saddened and frustrated Bran. He was not a child but still had idiot hopes - he thought. What was done could not be undone, but he could still make the future better - was his last thought before falling asleep.