She awoke with chains around her wrist, in a bed with furs. She looked around and saw a fire blazing, a rug, and a set of chairs around a table with a man sitting in one of them. She shook the chains trying to free herself.

"That won't work child, those chains are unbreakable." A old man said from the corner of the room.

"Why am I in chains?"

"You were with that white walker when it attacked our men."

"White walker? What is that and where am I?"

"I should be asking the questions. You are a stranger amongst us men. You came from beyond the wall, barely clothed. You do not carry the fur of the wildlings, you do not have the eyes of the walker, and yet you killed one. So what are we to make of you? Are you dangerous or not? What are you and who are you?"

"I remember who I am, but I can not tell you until I know who you are. I can't trust a man I hardly know. You are a stranger, so are your times, your ways and customs. I know that I am a stranger, but I will not harm anyone else."

The old man looked at her and then at the keys on the table in front of him and beckoned her to him. He undid the chains and told her to sit at the table with him.

"I know what you are, I know your kind."

"My kind? And what do you know of my kind?"

"You are eternal and powerful beings. Skilled and deadly. You are gods compared to men. And yet you feel as we do and die as we do."

"We are only eternal so much as our wits are about us, without them we are just like any other human. Weak and defenseless."

"And yet here you are, without a sword or armor, or wits about you. Killing without the use of a sword."

"Luck. Pure, luck."

"As it may be, you have to convince the rest of these men that your harmless. Women aren't allowed here. You are a rarity."

"Why aren't women allowed here? Their just as good as any other man."

"The men take vows here that includes swearing off women among many things."

"So I can fight, and that makes me a threat."

"You killed a white walker that makes you a threat. There are clothes on that chair in the corner, you'll need them. You stick out amongst everything here try not hurt anyone."

"And my skills?"

"Please do not use them here. There are less and less of us each day, I would like to keep the ones we have for as long as we can."

"Sure, but I don't make promises I can't keep."

"By the way what is your name woman?"

"Kalika. Kali for short. And yours? What should I call you?"

"Maester Aemon is what they call me."

"Well Maester Aemon, I wont cause any trouble."

"Good. The Lord Commander would like to see you once your dressed."

Once Maester Aemon left the room, Kali put the clothes on the chair on. Black pants, black boots, black long-sleeved undershirt, black cloak with black fur.

"Why is everything black?" Kali mumbled to herself.

She took the last piece of clothing, a short dark teal overcoat with long sleeves. It had slight embroidery through out it. She put it on along with a double belt for around the waist. She looked in the mirror. After a thousand years of being frozen in the ice, she still looked young as always. Dark creamy skin, long white braided hair, and emerald green eyes. A few scars from wars but other than that, she looked the same as ever.

She opened her door and a gust of wind blew her hair back, she winced. She looked around at the area within the wall. Men sparring with each other, others sharpening their swords or cleaning up. She walked down wooden stairs looking around the camp, many of the men stopping to stare at her. There was someone at bottom waiting on her it seemed.

"My Lady." The man said gruffly.

"You must be the Lord Commander."

"Yes, Jeor Mormont of house Mormont."

Kali raised her eyebrow, she had no idea what he meant by House Mormont.

"Glad to meet you Lord Commander."

"I'll get straight to the point." He gestured to a private area overlooking the camp. "How did you defeat it?"

"Defeat the white walker? I remember killing it, but not what killed it with. I took something from my pocket but I cant remember what it was. It must have broken when I killed the walker."

"We finally find their weakness and it breaks."

"Why are you so insistent on killing them? And what are these white walkers?"

"White walkers are demons from the other side of the wall they kill our men. That's why we wondered how you killed one."

"I barely remember them, but they destroyed our lands and drove us south. Soon enough the land became cold and barren. I cant remember what happened after that, but I believe your white walkers and the things that terrorized my people are one in the same."

"If they are, then they can be killed. That's a relief." Jeor sighed.

"Its only a relief if you can kill them, otherwise your shit out of luck."

"Well at least I rest easy knowing that they can be killed, but rest will only come when I have seen them all slain."

"Ambitious for a group as small as this. I can see that half of these men can't even hold a sword and the rest of them don't know how to hold up a shield. They'll die."

"I know you don't see much, but Men of the Night's Watch take oath to serve. If they break it they know the consequences."

"I guess not many men willingly join the Watch."

"No, but the ones who do know that there is only one way out of the Night's Watch."

"Do you mind if I look around? Maester Aemon was very kind to me once I came to, and I would like to thank him."

"Go ahead. Mind yourself though, these men could be murders or thieves, or both."

"I'm more than aware of that, as they are of me."

Kali walked away from the secluded area and down to the training yard. She scanned the men watching her with ill intent. Her eyes shifted to a few men in the middle sparring. The two of them swinging swords at another man. Out of the three the curly haired one obviously had more training. They kept swinging until one had a broken noise, then they left to put their swords away. Kali followed and listened through the cracks, names were what she listened for. Jon Snow, Tyrion, Grenn, Pypar, and Rast. She swiftly walked away from the entrance into the armory walked in no particular direction.

"My lady." A voice called out to her.

"Yes?" She turned to see one of the men from earlier looking up at her.

"If you don't mind, can I ask who you are?"

"Kalika." She reached down to shake his hand.

"Kalika-"

"Kali for short." She said him.

"Kali, why are you here? I thought there were no women allowed at Castle Black?"

"They made an exception for me, is was helping Maester Aemon with a few things."

"Sure, and I'm an imp with wings and can fly above all the others like a dragon." He said with a sarcastic tone.

"Well if you knew I was going to lie, why bother asking?" She said sharply.

"Trying to see if the Night's Watch had started allowing whores in here, then this place might have become enjoyable."

"Are you saying I'm a whore or implying it?"

"Which would make you less likely to kill me?"

"Neither."

"Well then allow me to personally escort you." Kali smirked, he may be small but not stupid.