"Wake up!" One of the furry man that her sister described as wildlings kicked Alvar who was sleeping on the floor. He and her sister did as where told.
Alvar and Idina Cervantes de la Rosa were the son and daughter of Nadia de la Rosa Zuñiga and Benjamin Cervantes Ramirez; Hispanic immigrants that headed to U.S.A.
Idina was 5 years younger than his brother and had inherited his father traits; she'd tan skin that stressed her pink lips and wavy brunette hair, her wavy locks fell at their freely, her long hair done in a high pony tail with a ribbon of feathers, she also had an earring of feather on her left ear. She suffered from the Alexandria's Genesis, which meant that she'd violet eyes, more like royal purple to be exact. She'd a slender, womanly and voluptuous figure, reason why boys had been behind her since she was thirteen, but that didn't worry him much...for…reasons...
Instead Alvar had inherited his mother traits and wasn't so graceful as his sister but that didn't meant he was less attractive; his appeal simply was overshadowed in comparison to his sister graces and personally he disliked them because they made him stand out; and if he hated something since he was a kid was stand out. He'd tan skin as well and curly jet black hair. He'd a lean and athletic figure due constant works that required physical labor and the parkour helped too, he also had a scar below his right cheek, some persons said that he'd kindred to Ian Somerhalder. What most called the attention of him was his 'heterochromia'; it has parenthesis because his eyes were technically light grey but his left eye was lighter than the right being almost white and his other eye took a more blue connotation sometimes referred as...
Azure.
He suppressed a shudder recalling the events of last night. After they run like felt like an eternity they run with a group with the same clothes that they were wearing. The man who'd run ahead of them tell them that they killed his companion and the 'other' were behind them. One of the 'free folk' as they referred to themselves told a group to head to a camp and other investigate the forest.
Alvar was about to ask what was happening or where were they when a humanoid creature twice as big as them passed besides them along with a haired elephant with curved tusks. They looked aghast at the scene not noticed when they tied them up and started to drag them across the tundra.
They keep referring at them as 'kneelers' and in one part of the way one of the guys grabbed his sister and started to carry him on his shoulder saying that he was going to 'steal her' she started to fight back but realizing that she was just carrying her it served her just fine. She didn't have to walk in the snow. Some men laughed saying that she was meek and weak and other stuff; she would have been angry but the fact that they killed their friends and they had swords and knifes she didn't considered it wise.
When they sat a camp in a cave her sister managed to get close to her brother, the men were looking in awe at her tlahuitolli (Aztec bow war) and her macuahuitl (Aztec sword thingy) for some reason they didn't took the katana of her brother for some reason, probably because it was sheathed. She suggested that somehow they were in Westeros.
"No traigas tu fangirl interno en esto. No ahora" (Don't bring your inner fangirl in this. Not now) he said in spanish, not wanting to bring attention. The blazes of campfire echoed across the cave.
"Se que suena loco, pero viste a ese gigante y al mamut y esos eran caminantes blancos, estoy segura" (I know it sounds crazy, but you saw that giant and the mammoth and those were White Walkers. I'm sure of it)
"¿Idina, te das cuenta de lo que me dices? Me estás diciendo que estamos en un mundo ficticio rodeado de magia y otras tonterías" (Idina, you realice what you're saying? You're telling me that we are in a fictional Word surrounded by magic and other craps)
"¡No son estupideces! Se siguen refiriendo a nosotros como reclinados y ellos como el pueblo libre. Son términos que se usan tras el muro, estos son salvajes" (There not bullshit! They keep referring at us as 'kneelers' and themselves as 'Free folk' both are terms used beyond the wall, these are wildlings)
"¿Entonces qué? Dices que estamos en un set? Por qué estoy bastante seguro de lo que tengo en las manos no es pintura" (So what? You're saying we are on a set? Because I'm pretty sure that what I have on my hands isn't Paint) he said exasperated.
"No. Creo que…estamos en Westeros…la versión real…¿un mundo alterno, quizás? No lo se" (No, I think…we are in Westeros…the real thing…an alternate world, perhaps? I don't know) she grumbled the next part sleepy as she rested her head in his shoulder, she was thinking in other possibilities. He thought of her words. No way they were in Eesteros right?
Right?
They had been walking for 5 hours when Alvar heard a grumble from one of the man stomach. Alvar turned to see him and saw how one (who guessed was the one who made the sound) was eyeing him from top to bottom.
"No" one of them said without looking it.
"Is just one. We could say that he die from the cold" Alvar didn't like where the conversation was heading.
"I said no. Sverne told us to take him to the Magnar" Idina flinched at the last word.
"But Magnar Styr already ate. We haven't" That settled where their destination was marked.
"Are…are you the Theens?" she asked, hoping that her voice didn't showed any fear.
The wildlings looked at her and then laughed. Apparently her voice quivered. Alvar knew by the tone of her sister that it didn't bode any good. "Ok, digamos que te creo, estamos en Westeros. Sabes a donde nos dirijimos ¿verdad?" (Ok, let's say I believe you, we're in Westeros. You know where are we heading, right?) he asked in Spanish, his expression was one of confusion and fake smile.
"No, pero se quiénes son" (No, but I do know who they are) she said.
"¿Y?" (and?) he inquiried, he tried not to flinch when she answered.
"Canibales" (Cannibals) she answered.
"Oh, mierda" (Oh, shit) he said with an apologetic smile. The wildlings were talking in the old tongue about which part they were going to eat of him. They wouldn't kill him, but surely he wasn't going to miss an arm or a foot, his fate was already written anyway. Surely Styr would understand.
"¿Que hacemos?" (What do we do?) Idina asked.
"Defendernos" (Defend ourselves) They would have to act fast now that they have the element of surprise. "Tienen tu macuahuitl (Aztec sword thingy) y tu tlahuitolli (Aztec bow war), ¿cierto?" (They had your macuahuitl and your tlahuitolli, right?)
"Cierto" (Cierto) she confirmed.
"Tu encárgate del tipo que te está cargando, dale detrás de la cabeza" (Tu take care of the guy who's carry you, hit him behind the head)
"¿Y tu?" (And you?)
"Tengo mi cuchillo oculto en mi la armadura de mi antebrazo" (I have my hidden knife in the armor of my forearm)
"¡¿Trajiste tu jodido cuchillo pero no dinero o papeles?!" (You brought your fucking knife but not money or papers?) she exclaimed. The man who was carried her, shifted her and said something about don't interrupt the men's talking.
"No es estúpido, y el dinero estaban en mis pantalones en la tienda. A las tres" (It's not stupid and the money was on my pants back in the tent. On three) he said. Both of them prepared themselves. They were six this time.
The 'hidden knife' that her sister referred was the tactical knife that he transformed in a 'hidden blade' after he played assassins creed. Unfortunately that time he didn't had a dagger nor Ubisoft said how to build one or the blue prints. But after watching Taxi Driver and see how Robert de Niro build a sleeve gun he decided to build one but without the gun, surprisingly enough it wasn't that hard. Thank you internet, thank you youtube.
Alvar brought out his knife and cut the rope. The person in front of him didn't react fast enough. Alvar stabbed him in the throat and unsheathed the katana that the guy had token from him last night. Idina sent an elbow to the back side of the man who was carried her, the said man fell to his knees, and she used the opportunity to retrieve her Aztec mace-sword.
The macuahuitl was a wooden sword that at its sides was embedded with prismatic blades made from obsidian, a volcanic glass, meaning that it was very sharp. The mace-sword didn't cut nor pierced.
It tore cleanly.
Idina pulled the mace-blade violently from the back of the man and it ripped off the furry material as well with some flesh as the man screamed and fell to the ground. The other four quickly surrounded the siblings; two went at each one.
The katana of Alvar was made not only of tamahagane but of obsidian too. His father even learned the Japanese method to forge a sword to his birthday. It was one of the things that he couldn´t forgot. The wildlings attacked him right and left but he managed to dodge each swing. Good thing he practiced kendo since he was kid and better that his body remembered how to move.
Alvar deflected a blade with his katana when arrows hit their attackers. A few of them killed one and crippled the other and other set of rounds killed the others. Both Alvar and Idina turned around and saw men wearing black clothes on top of the dune of snow. Two pairs stood at the top aiming another set of arrows at them and five went at them. Alvar sheathed his katana and Idina threw her macuahuitl at the snow.
When the men with black clothes arrived at them one of them ordered to finish the wounded. The wildlings tried to stand up as they growled curses at them but the men pierced them with their swords silencing them. Idina visibly flinched as she couldn't avert her gaze at the dead men, she wished that this men were the ones she though they were so she did her best to keep her composure.
Alvar instead looked somehow edgy, not matter that in this world seeing someone dying was in a daily basis, they weren't used to it yet. His hand hovered over his eign sword.
"Easy, boy, you we haven't attacked you for a reason" one of the men said. He'd sharp features, a long face and blue eyes. Idina recognized him: Joseph Mawle.
Also known as Benjen Stark of the Night's Watch.
DUN DUN DUUUNNNN!
This will be a three or four chapter to the prologue of the main story. More details of why I'm going to write this despite the hate of GRRM hate for fanfiction and the fact that I still have an active story.
Please, if you see any grammar mistake or any suggestion, tell me or pointed out.
