A/N: The amount of support on the last chapter was amazing! The story went over 1000 views and it really surprised me! I can only really thank you guys so much for this but it's still amazing! And for all the support, here's another chapter! As of the update schedule, I'm going to try to update every Saturday. Chapters are relatively short as of now, because I do kind of have a life to live. I will try to make chapters slowly get longer though. Peace out and don't forget to review :D
As the Night's Watch pulled in the unconscious man, Benjen sighed, again. At this rate he'd die from asphyxiation. Not that he really cared, see as there was a psychopath being wheeled into the wall's tunnel. They really didn't pay him enough for this. Of course, he wasn't paid in the first place. Not for the first time, Benjen cursed the name of the Baratheon. They got to sit in their cozy fortresses while HE had to deal with this! And while he was helping bring the psycho into Castle Black, Maester Aemon was cackling like a mad man!
"BWAHAHAHAHHAHA! THIS IS HILARIOUS! I HAVEN'T HAD THIS MUCH FUN IN YEARS! BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!" Aemon bellowed out in a strong voice, which was even more disturbing seeing as the man was so old and frail. That, and he was hopping around on one foot while doing it.
"Will you cut it down, I'm trying to sleep!" Harry yelled out in protest. Immediately, all the men carrying him dropped him on the ground in pulled out their swords. "Wow, such a nice reception! I haven't had people be so nice to me since I started World War Three! Or was it Five? Oh well!" Harry started to walk near the edge of the circle surrounding him.
"D-don't move!" one of the younger Crows managed to say to Harry. "If you take another step forward, we'll kill you!"
Harry took five more steps forward. As the sword impaled through his chest, Harry let out a not so manly giggle. "HAHAHAHAH! It tickles! HAHAHAHHA! More, please, more!" The young Crow passed out with fear. Actually, Benjen and Aemon were the ONLY ones who didn't pass out. Aemon, because he was still cackling, and Benjen, because he was currently taking more breath in to sigh. Harry saw Benjen sighing and let his signature grin spread across his face. Harry's hand snaked out to fast to see, and before Benjen could even gasp, his tongue was in Harry's hand.
"No bad breath for you, can't have you smelling up the place!" Benjen was put through the most horrible torture in the world, something that must of have taken hundreds of generations to perfect. By the end of it, Benjen's mouth was a bloody mess. "You know, you seem to have really sensitive gums. You might want to brush more often so it isn't so bad."
Aemon looked on with avid fascination as Benjen nodded his head and joined the Crow's passed out on the ground. He always did want to learn torture tactics. Then, as the Psycho's face turned towards him, his smile renewed. "Shall I lead you to your room, my lord?"
"Harry is fine, and sure. By the way, you look a lot like a janitor I used to know. Do you happen to have a fetish for cats?" Harry asked. He really needed to know, because people with cat fetishes usually tried to torture him.
"No, I don't happen to have a cat fetish. But if you do see a dragon, that's a whole different matter," Aemon said suggestively to Harry. "Now, if you'll follow me, I can bring you to the visitor's chambers." At that, Harry followed Aemon walking like an old man. He really was quite rude.
At a circular table, several individuals looked upon the scene taking place on the crystal ball. There was uncomfortable shuffling, and several of them seemed to take short glances at the singular empty seat. "This is… troublesome," the tallest one said, his voice filled with power as blue eyes shone from underneath his cloak.
"I think troublesome may be the understatement of the millennium. This can't be allowed to continue! He has ruined so many plans already!" a female yelled out. A few dejected among them muttered agreement.
"It matters not what we think, Fate has already put a hold on our world. We can only hope that our fates prove to be stronger," one said, wisdom leaking from his voice. Mutters of agreement spread from the crowd.
"We all know the prophecy," the tall one said,"and no matter what, it MUST come to pass. Without the Faceless One, our world will degenerate into chaos." This earned even more agreement. They did not want all of their work to be for nothing.
"But his sanity, would he not kill us all at the slightest threat? He already has too much power as of now, but to give him the power of prayer? If he doesn't regain his sanity, we're already dead!" the female shouted out. Unsettled gods and goddesses looked around at each other.
"If his sanity doesn't come back, then we are doomed. The Seven already have enough power to convert him if we don't get to him soon. But as of now, we must trust in his abilities. He WILL come back to us, whether he wants to or not. Council dismissed," the tall one stated. Everyone slowly shuffled out of the room, leaving only the tall one and the wise one in the room.
When sanity failed,
From which demons were hailed.
As the legends foretold,
Came the great king of old.
Eyes opened once more,
With wings he shall soar.
Enemies beware,
The rise of Death's heir.
