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A Song of Magic and Death

Eddard

It had been five days since the day of the red wolf's death, Ron his name had been and from that day Huldaria had refused to allow anybody inside her chambers the brown direwolf Hermione kept dutiful watch.

You didn't have to see Huldaria to know her pain was beyond anything, silence was the only answer; not even the tall tale wailes escaped her mouth.

The halls were dim and in mourn of the innocent life taken for doing its duty of protecting its companion. It wasn't until two more days later is when she finally came out, her face void of any emotion and her beautiful jaded eyes were dim with life

.

It pained Ned even more to see her acting like this, she barely spoke to anyone not even their mother. Walking through the halls silent as a corpse looking as if a spirit sorrowfully alone searching for the warmth and love of her husband.

Hermione did not look any better, the direwolf's tail was between her legs, her ears were lowered and her great head was low to the ground in sorrow. A magnificent beast of power and passion was broken at the lost of her companion.

The King had left finding nothing to be of matters concern.

"He left after he broke her, like a child to a toy."Brandon had spat out, only anger was the emotion he held in his person the only one able to get near and sooth him was Catelyn. Rickard barely saw them anymore, majority of his days were in his study most likely trying to respond to the houses about Huldaria. Lyanna was the only one who didn't truly grasp at what had happen and most days either Ned, Brandon or Lyarra would occupy her day.

"Hooda?"the little Stark asked staring with a cut frown on her face up at Ned asking where Huldaria was.

"Huldaria is busy today Lyanna."He said, it had become harder to explain to the little girl on why Huldaria wasn't around, after that answer he handed over a wooden sword in a makeshift game of trying to hit the wall as hard as she could with it.

There was no improvement until one day he walked in to find Huldaria holding Lyanna as they stared up at the wooden figurines with swords and capes, fighting; the look of her beautiful blue eyes shined with entertainment from her sister's lap.

"Lyanna, never ever allow any man to harm you and never ever change for his happiness."His adopted sister whispered kissing the fuzzy dark brown hair.

After Ned saw her that day most of her time was with the boy that worked in the smiths, Burnram he recalled his name a boy that was given as a peace offering from a nameless house.

Walking through the hall he stopped at the door of his father's study, the faithful guards in front of the door stare at him with weary eyes.

"I came to speak with my father."he said as they parted allowing him inside.

"Eddard."came the voice of his father sounding tired and worn.

"Father, I came to speak about Huldaria."the young Stark said stopping in front of the desk.

With a sigh the older Stark leaned back into his chair, dark bags were under his eyes as he stared weary at his son.

Huldaria

Standing in the dirt her breathing was rapid, sweat leaked down her face as her hardened gaze went to the man lying in the dirt sitting up his weary eyes staring up at her.

"Women should leave the fighting to men, or else they would have no purpose."he said raising an eyebrow.

"Men need to realize that women don't need protecting."spitting that out she turned and walked away, a grunt and the man was following her. He looked around 15 his dark brown hair was cut short as any average cut, he stood around 5'9 more taller than herself and his built was no more than just the average built for even a knight.

His dark brown eyes stared at her with weariness as they continued to walk, he was clearly one of the only men she could stand currently.

"And yet here you are being taught to protect yourself by a man."he said a lazy grin on his easygoing features.

"If I had asked for your imput I would have said so,"she snapped making him shrug his shoulders.

"You should at least feel some remorse, you beated me into the ground."he said.

"If I wanted I could have easily sliced your throat Burnram."She said rolling her eyes.

"And yet you wouldn't have someone to help manage your temper of anger my lady."he said back his voice filled with fake affection.

"I bet your father wasn't able to manage originality when he gave you that name."she said.

"It was my mother actually, and I love the name I'm sadden you hate it."Burnram said.

"I'm only sadden I met you."she said a cold smirk on her face, her mind going back to remembering the day she had met him.

It had been a week ago that she was found in the forges holding a large spear made of metal, she had staggered and stumbled, only to freeze when she heard laughter.

Turning her gaze met the boy sitting on a bench his brown eyes watching her with amusement.

"If you're meaning to be funny you're doing a great job."he said lifting a tin cup to his face taking a sip.

"I'm so grateful you think so."she spat out rolling her eyes.

"Move your feet a bit wider."he said making her gaze snap back at him. "It helps with balance."

After moving her feet wider she hefted up the spear with both hands.

"Oh by the old gods you're murdering me,"he said sounding closer she glared at him as he strided closer.

"As if you could do any better."she said watching as his hand lifted up a spear, throwing it with a grunt she watched it fly through the air as if an arrow and embed into a wooden block.

"I'm pretty sure I can,"he said giving her a playful smile.

"How are you…"her words trailed.

"It's easy when you work hard and believe in the magic of friendship!"he said spinning around to skip away, pausing for a minute she followed him.

"Wait!"

That was how she met Burnram, a boy who could lift up spears as thick as her arm and kill a man with a single thrust.

At first he refused and it took her four days to actually get him to train her, swords were a lost and she could barely shoot an arrow without skewering someone on accident. Most of the time at the beginning he mostly looked annoyed and pouted when she would give her all without a thought for her safety.

"Oh my heart is beating with sadness."he said giving a chuckle and a shake of his head. "Be ready for tomorrow, tomorrow I won't be holding back."

"What?"she asked pausing as he continued to walk.

The next day

With a shout she fell on her back to the ground, of all days to rain she shivered as the cold mud that caked her back. Standing up she picked up the wooden staff she used for training, her icy glare meeting his laughter filled gaze.

"Even in rain you gotta keep up the strength, speed and balance or else this."he walked forward swinging his staff around in movements that blurred, the next moment her staff on the ground the tip of his under her chin. "Will take your life."

With a grunt she slapped the end away and picked up her own, going at him with furious jerky movements, her frustration only increasing as he easily blocked each blow. Suddenly lashing her hand out her fist nearly got his face until the staff cracked down on her wrist causing pain to explode as a bleeding welt appeared on her wrist.

"Thats enough for today."he said his face going into a frown jumping back when she swiped her staff at him.

"It's nothing."She grounded out.

"It's not nothing."he said.

"I rather fight and die."she growled out, suddenly an elbow appeared hitting her wet cheek; falling down onto the ground again she held her cheek watching him walk away.

"Then I'm not teaching you anymore, if someone is gonna throw their life away then just die already."he said.

"So you wouldn't serve your king till your last breath?"she asked sitting up, he slowed and paused.
"I wouldn't easily throw my life away at the first chance I get."he said.

After cleaning up and wrapping her wrist she was heading to her quarters when Eddard appeared.

"Father wants to talk with you."he said, her eyes narrowed as she followed him.

As Eddard closed the door Huldaria avoided looking in the eyes, the eyes of the man who killed her dearest friend.

"Eddard tells me of your training with Burnram,"Rickard said his eyes staring at his adopted daughter.

"Even of my travels in the North I am still weak, the King proven that."Huldaria spoke her eyes avoiding his eyes.

"I have no problem with you training to fight, it would help with protecting you."Rickard said.

"I am planning to go back up North, apparently now Burnram refuses to train me anymore."she said walking over to a window to stare out into the cloudy sky.

"Do you think it is wise to go back North?"he asked.

"I would think so, the King won't pay attention to the family with me gone." she spoke her voice going soft.

"Do you think it is wise when your brothers and sister need your support?"he asked.

"As it was wise for you to kill one of my wolves who did nothing but save me?"she said.

"I may have slaughtered your wolf but Aerys Targaryen would have seen you burned for refusing an order."he said, she shook her head and closed her eyes as a bitter smile came to her face.
"I came, to see my family but not lose a member."her shoulders shook a bit as her breath came a bit uneven "I will remain there, if Brandon or Eddard need aid they can send a raven to Castle Black and by there they will send it to me."

"Are you certain the men of the Night's Watch respect the privacy of the letter?"he asked leaving out the grim question of her being a woman.

"I would prove my worth, I have explored much of the North and so I can become a guide."she said.

"Would you ever forgive me Huldaria, For protecting my family and protecting my daughter?"He asked watching her back from where she stood at the door about to open it.

"Honestly, no."was her answer.

AN:
I have read everyone of your reviews and I am very grateful to each of your words, some chastise but I find it in a way of improving myself, thank you to the Guest reviewer who commented about my misspelled words of your and you're. I am trying to avoid as they said many authors have ruined their stories along the way of creating them, I humble myself and I try to improve and if there is something that you see I need to improve on just go ahead and tell me so I can become better. I won't be angry because I know I need to be improved, I won't be able to make another chapter tomorrow or for a while because I have work.

With this story I will be going with more darker deaths as well as some justice, this is still the Game of Thrones world remember and I won't try and change things much.

Don't be shy to review and tell me your words I rather fix my mistakes then become a fool who's story suddenly became shit.