a/n: Set in muted modern world of North Winter High School, where gender equality is just coming into fruition, where The Starks live in a humble home in the City of Winterfell in the Country of Westeros, and the Wall is a military training depot/academy. And Jon is not related to the Starks... or is he?
The Ages are listed as the following:
Robb - 18
Sansa - 16
Arya - 15
Bran - 13
Rickon - 10
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Jon - 17
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Fic Summary: Arya was sick of standing on the sidelines, so when females were finally allowed, she didn't miss her chance to join The Wall Military Academy. She never expected it to be easy, in fact, she relished the challenge. Excelling in her first-year class unit, she's moved up with the third-year recruits and partnered with a boy named Jon who reminds her of home. But being the best-of-the-best doesn't always mean you'll be liked.
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The Wall Academy:
Elite Military Training Depot
Chapter Nine: —
The alarm on Arya's watch was what woke them. It was a stainless steel, waterproof, cheap watch that she had since she was ten. It was scratched and worn, but it still worked even after five years, plus 8 months of hard trauma at the hands of Rodrik and Thorne and the Beyond. She was suprised that it still worked after the event of last night, but it held up where Jon's hadn't. It was 0500 when they awoke and they worked in silence. They ate another MRE each with a sip of water from the water canteen, and then dressed in stiff and smelly BDUs and parkas. The smell didn't matter because all they cared about that by some miracle, the clothes had dried in the damp air. The blue moss didn't glow so much now with the dimness of dawn leaking into the mouth of the cave.
Clad in all their snow gear and Jon carrying the pack, the left the warm safe haven of the cave and stepped into the cold, howling winds that weaved their way constantly through the crevices in the Frost Fangs to meet with the powered winds off the tundra in a messy dances that stole the breath from your lungs—or more, force too much inside—and made innocent snow flakes into stinging needles. Parkas protected their bodies, gloves their hands, hoods their head, and goggles protected their eyes, but their chins, cheeks and nose were left exposed.
The climbed back down the rough and slippery trail stuffed with snow back to the base of the mountain, and Arya had to wonder how they made it to the cave in the first place, left in the dark and barely able to move. It was a wonder, after nearly killing them, the Old Gods must have thought it good conscious to save them afterward.
It was around 0630 when they stepped out onto the tundra and made sure to be clear of the winding river that had nearly claimed their lives and sent them to be with the Old Gods and long dead ancestors. They didn't need a compass to tell them which way South was, it was to the direct right of someone facing the rising sun.
It was a lot of ground to cover, but despite the deep snow and prevailing winds, they kept a steady pace. They took small breaks, for a sip of water from the canteen, rest their legs and reposition themselves with the moving sun. Outside the cave, they decided to use the rope as a link between them so they did not get separated if a storm hit, or is something like the river happened again. By midday, they had crossed the halfway point to the Haunted Forest and crossed over another section of the river without realizing it.
They paused for a break in silence, and Arya listened to the wind. Aooooooo... She cocked her head.
"Did you hear something?" she called to Jon next to her.
"Nothing but the wind, why?" he looked over at her.
"I thought I hear howling," she admitted.
"That's all I ever hear too,"
"No, it wasn't the wind; it was a different kind of howling."
"We've been out here for hours and hours, Arya. If it weren't for the goggles, we'd be snow blind. You're just imagining things, it's just the wind playing tricks."
"Okay... but if we're attack by some crazy big bear or something, then I get to say I-told-you-so."
"We'll probably be dead, but you can try." He joked, and she gave him a small smile. "Let's keep moving," he called, and they went on.
Arya felt like she was forgetting something from their night in the hot spring cave, but she couldn't seem to put her finger on it. It mustn't have been that important if she couldn't remember. Oh well, it would come back to her eventually—she had other things to think about right now.
The sun was setting by the time that the Haunted Forest came into view, and for almost half a mile they had use one of the flashlights to light their way. The forest was eerily quiet, the instant the Arya stepped past the first trees that lined the edge of it, she got a chill down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold.
"We'll make camp a little deeper in the cover of the trees," Jon said, one of the flashlights in his hand, vaguely lighting their path.
Their boots crunched on the frozen snow and she wondered if it had done that the whole time on the tundra, but they just couldn't hear it for the howling wind. Though the trees blocked out most of the wind coming off the tundra, it was still freezing, a motionless kind of freezing.
She saw something out the corner of her goggles and stilled instantly, fear clicking through her, could it be a polar bear? A moment later Jon stopped and turn back towards her when he realized he couldn't hear her crunching steps with his.
"What is it?" But Arya didn't answer him, she was quiet and still, staring through the trees that had been on their left. "Arya?" he shone the beam of the light from her and to the trees.
It was white like bone, with leaves scattered across the reaching branches like bloodied hands. Jon didn't have to see Arya's pendant around her neck to know what this was, because even if he hadn't seen it before and even in the dark, any believer in the Old Gods of the Forest knew that this was their sacred tree.
It was a weirwood tree, a heart tree. Arya had believed them all but gone, extinct a thousand years before. She'd only every seen them in history books, and in paintings in the Winterfell State museum.
She slowly walked into the tiny grove that it adorned, and Jon had no choice but to follow. It was like she was in a trance. She pushed her parka hood back, and pulled her goggles down around her neck as she stopped in front of it. The face carved into the ancient bark looked ghoulish, but she wasn't frightened, she was fascinated. She did even realize she had taken her glove off until her palm lay against the smooth bark that looked so harsh. All the forest around them was frozen, but the bark and leaves weren't touched by the cold, weren't frosted and iced like all the other trees of the Haunted Forest. Because nothing dared cross the Old Gods of the Forest, not even the cold. She could swear that it was warm under her hand.
"Here," she murmured.
"Here what?" he asked.
"We'll make camp here for the night, at the heart tree with the Old Gods looking over us."
Jon paused for a long moment, looking at her and then around them. It was an ideal place to make camp. The air felt still, almost warm even, there wasn't that bone shaking chill like in the tundra—it was like the weirwood had its own little whether-system. The grove was not only untouched by the harsh cold breeze, but the ground around the roots was all green, untouched by snow, the bone white heart tree dominated the small area, claiming it as its own.
"Alright." He agreed.
She gave him a huge smile.
This was the second and final night of their stay in the Beyond, and once more they needn't have reason to make a fire. The hot spring in the small cave had warmed what would have been freezing air in a bare cave, and now, at the heart tree, it was like a supernatural warmth that blocked out the cold outside the small grove. Arya set her watch once more, and the pair, huddled under the blankets together at the big roots of the tree.
"Jon?" Arya whispered.
"What is it?" his voice was just as soft beside her.
"I always wondered about you call sign," she murmured. "How'd you get it?"
Jon sighed. "How come you're really chatty all of a sudden?"
"Near death does that to people?" she joked.
"That's not funny at all." He told her, his voice hard-edged. "But I guess that's fine—I already know loads about you."
"You do?" she said in surprise.
"Yep, Benjen talks about you all the time."
Arya was caught off guard by that. "What has he told you?" she asked cautiously.
"Well, for instance," she could hear the laughter in his voice already, "A while ago, he told me that when he went to visit, you had built your own APA course in your backyard so that you could show him how good you were, and maybe convince him to take you with him when he went back to the Wall."
Arya was aghast. "That was a long time ago!"
"Don't you mean last year?" he seemed greatly amused.
She felt her cheeks go right hot in embarrassment, glad for the darkness of the night to cover it. She huffed and puffed, trying to find something to say to cover herself. The truth was, that she had done that. She had been desperate, her time was running out. Finally, she just sighed in defeat. "I can't believe he told you that."
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone—it'll be out little secret." He promised.
"Whatever," she grumbled, but knew he heard her thanks without having to voice it. "To make it up to me, you can tell me about your call." She wheedled.
"Fine." This time, it was his turned to give a huff. "Thorne is the one that usually picks our monikers for the rest of our military careers. Before I even became a third-year, he knew about my relationship with Benjen. He despised me from the start, like you, he thought I was being given special treatment, but Benjen isn't that kind of man. So he gave me the call Lord Snow, and meant it in a mocking way—as if to say I'll be nothing more than fodder for the Wall."
"Oh." Arya was silent for a long moment. It seemed all she had been doing lately was bringing up bad memories for Jon since they'd been in the Beyond. "I'm not going to call you that anymore." She decided suddenly.
"Whatever. I think you've only called me that once since we've no each other—and not in the way that the others say it. It's your choice, but enough talk, we need sleep, we have one last trek before we reach the Wall. We made good progress today, let's keep that up for tomorrow."
"Good night, Jon."
"Goodnight, Arya."
Arya wasn't sure who fell to sleep first, all she knew was that it was a good sleep for as long as it lasted. She heard the crunch of snow around her, and she blinked awake, alert. They only widened when a hand clamped over her mouth, stopping a gasp of surprise from leaving her lips—the only thing that stopped her from instantly attacking was Jon's whispered "Quiet," he released her mouth and she was still like stone. It didn't matter how much she was dying to ask what was going on because she knew it was something intense and Jon wouldn't do this for fun.
That was when she heard the crunching of frozen snow and the huffing, snorting of someone's breaths. She tensed underneath him and they both turned their heads to the side to follow the being that seemed to circle the small groved that was not more twenty-feet in diameter. She wondered if it was another team, lost in the darkness, but if that were true, then they would hear talking wouldn't they.
There were twenty teams out in the Beyond right now, over the area of 300x150 territory, yet they hadn't encountered one—Arya couldn't help but find this disconcerting. Had they all finished before her and Jon? Were they attacked and killed by an animal that was circling around them, scenting them? Or had they met with natural disaster like they had with the river?
If whatever animal was out there, scented them, she wondered why it hadn't come, killed, and then eaten them yet. She got a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach about it all. Was it the same animal that she had heard on the tundra but Jon told her was just the wind? Had it followed them all the way from there? She hadn't seen any other cadets, she hadn't seen any animals; not on the tundra, not in the mountains, and not since they made camp in the forest. If the food supply was sparse in the Beyond, and the cadets were suddenly put on the menu, no matter how big the land was, the big, top of the throne beasts would find them eventually.
Jon's head was still turned the other way, but Arya had heard more crunching on the other side of the grove behind that ring of slim frozen trees and then she saw glowing blue eyes and the breath caught harshly in her throat and chest.
The beast stilled, and it seemed to found her, even behind her goggles. Her heart pounded hard in her chest, and she was sure it could hear it. It didn't release her gaze, and she couldn't seem to tear her own away. They were pulling at her, and if Jon wasn't holding her, she might have gone walking towards it without even realizing it until it had its hands around her. She wasn't sure why she thought hands, and not paws or claws—she just knew.
It was leaning closer through the shadows, but it was halfway through the ring of trees before it stopped and let out a terrible screech that was ear splitting and unnatural. Jon spun around at the sound, but there was no more huffing and snow crunching, it had left before he could see, and Arya found herself gasping for breath, finally released from the haunting blue glowing gaze.
"Are you okay?" Jon murmured, hearing her. "I didn't crush you, did I?"
She never had as much religious contact as she was having in the Beyond these last two nights, it was starting to frighten her. She knew that if she told Jon, he wouldn't make fun of her or anything—they believed in the same Old Gods—but how could she talk to him about it when she didn't understand her own feelings?
"No, I'm okay." How could she tell him about those glowing blue eyes that were eerily similar to the glow of the blue moss in the hot spring cave back in the Frost Fangs, how could she even begin to describe it?
"Alright, get back to sleep."
"What about you?" it didn't matter that he sounded like a parent or big brother.
"After what just happened, I think it would be best if I kept watch for a bit in case it comes back."
But Arya wasn't so sure that it was going to coming back. The only reason it hadn't consumed them was because it couldn't get to them. They were on sacred ground, the sacred ground of the Old Gods of the Forest, and those creatures couldn't cross onto hallowed ground. "Okay," was all she said, unable to put up a protest that she could keep watch.
Even in the dark, with just the crescent moon shining down on them above, she knew that Jon gave her a surprised look. He didn't question her though, and she laid back down beside him in a nestle of the heart tree roots. Its brooding face watching over them, keeping them safe whether they knew it or not.
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It was cawing of a crow that woke Arya instead of the alarm of her watch. Jon lay slumped asleep next to her against the weirwood, and he slowly came awake as she sat up beside him.
"Hey,"
"Hey," he muttered back, removing his goggles and rubbing his eyes. "Sleep okay?"
"Yeah. You?"
He swivelled his head on his neck, loosening the cramped muscles. "Not as comfortable as I could have been."
"Here." She passed over the pack and climbed to her feet, stretching.
"Where you going?" he wondered as he got himself out his last MRE and the canteen that was nearly finished.
She looked down at him, grinning. "Gotta take a piss."
"Oh." His cheeks turned a little pink and he averted his gaze. "Sorry,"
She chuckled at his reaction. "Good to see that sleeping naked together hasn't changed your sensibilities, Jon."
His brown eyes jerked back to her. "That was just survival!"
She smiled at him. "I know." She turned and started for the edge of the grove.
"Don't go to far!" Jon called after her, not able to stop the hint of worry about the creature from last night, hopefully it was nocturnal.
"Out of sight, and in hearing distance. You'll here me go if you listen hard enough!" she laughed and disappeared through the gap in the trees.
She found a spot not to far away near a thin tree that blocked out some of the wind. The coldness touched between her legs instantly and she shivered, but squatted down anyways, and started to piss. She heard the crow again and looked around, but this time she found it, sitting up on the branch of the tree across from her.
Most people thought that crows were a bad omen, but Arya didn't. That was what she aspired to be, a Crow of the Night's Watch. She heard the crunch of snow, and arguing coming from behind her, getting closer. Even if she couldn't understand their words, she recognized their voices. They tromped through the forest like elephants, but came to a sudden halt when they spotted her squatting there.
"Seven Hells! Night Wolf, is that you?"
Arya looked over her shoulder to find both Pyp and Grenn, recognizable even in their full winter gear. "Yes," she said simply, staying her place until she finished her stream. She'd borrowed some of the green moss that the edge of the grove and used that to wipe herself before pulling up her pants and buckling up. She turned to them and said, "What's up guys?" like they hadn't just watched her take a piss.
"Uh, hey Night Wolf." Grenn adjusted his goggled awkwardly. "We haven't seen anyone at all, and then we run into you."
"Hey, where's Snow?" Pyp wondered.
"Hey, Jon!" Arya called. "Come out, we've got some company."
"Company?" Jon wondered and a few moment's later came through the trees with the pack slung over his shoulders, his hood on but goggles around his neck. "Wha—Pyp, Grenn, is that you guys?"
"Dude, I can't believe we ran into you guys!" Pyp laughed, and the three boys bumped fists with each other.
Arya didn't care that they didn't include her, they, like all the other boys in their group unit, always acted awkward around her. Showering with them was all the interaction she needed with them, complete conversations were a waste of time.
"So, where did Thorne drop you guys?" Jon asked as they started to walk South towards the Wall as a group.
"That bastard dropped us off in the middle of the fucking tundra." Grenn said. "It was almost like he wanted us to become popsicles or something. First thing we did was get out the map, stupid thing got caught by the wind and ripped right out of Pyp's hands, man."
"The only thing that saved us was the compass." Pyp continued. "All we could do was head South and hope that we eventually hit the Haunted forest without being eaten or something. What about you guys?"
"Thorne threw us off his ride West in the tundra, fifty miles off the Frost Fangs, right in the no-fly zone. Compass was useless, so was the map. We spent the first night in a cave we found at the Fangs, and then spent last night here in the forest." Jon told them.
"Lucky!" Pyp booed. "You got to hole-up in a cave with a chick, and I had to huddle up with this idiot like it was going out of style."
"Oh, I'm the only reason your not a Pyp-sicle, right now. You should be thanking me!" Grenn pointed out.
"I've never felt more violated in my life!" Pyp returned. "I'd rather have the Doc's finger up my ass then sleep with you again."
"You make me right sick sometimes, you know that?" Grenn crossed his arms over his chest and turned from his partner.
It stayed silent for an hour or so, but then their chatting—more like arguing— took up pace again, and eventually Arya and Jon ended up leaving the pair behind because they could seem to multitask for long by walking and arguing and ended up just arguing. Eventually, their raised voices faded away.
"Hey, let me get into the pack for a second, would you?" Arya asked when her stomach growled. "I never got to eat when we woke up."
"Sure," he stopped and turned his back on her, showing her the pack.
She had to dig under the blankets, but she was finally able to get the package and she ate it on the move. "Can you believe that we actually ran into those two, of all the partners?" she mused.
"Yeah, I was taken by surprise too." Jon admitted. "Of half the dozen times of been in the Beyond, I've only actually ran into a few partners before."
"I could hear them a mile off." She said. "I was surprised you didn't."
"Well, I heard something, but when I didn't hear you calling for help or a battle cry, I packed up and was already on my way when you called."
"Does that mean you heard me piss?" she gave him a cheeky grin.
"Don't be gross!" he told her, but didn't meet her gaze.
"You so did!" she punched his shoulder playfully. "Well, I'll be! You're just like all the other boys!" she mocked gasped, laying the back of her gloved hand against her forehead in lady-like aghast.
He glowered back at her.
"Don't worry, old chum." She patted his shoulder, grinning. "I won't tell anyone about your secret hobby of listening to girls taking a piss."
"Shut up." He huffed. "You know that's completely untrue… your word against mine" He returned with a flash of a smirk.
"Ha! That's the spirit—deny, deny, deny."
They were still about three miles out, when they caught their first glimpse of the Wall through the loosening density of the trees. They grinned at each other.
"Wanna run it?" Jon asked.
Arya straightened her goggles. "You bet!"
And they ran, grinning to each other. They had made it, after everything that they had gone through these last three days and two nights, they were finally going to be back at the Wall where they could shower and eat hot food that actually tasted like food and sleep in a bed, under a blanket with a pillow only needing to fear Thorne and not a beast with glowing blue eyes.
There was a quarter of a mile of blank space after the Wall, and before the Haunted Forest's edges. The instant the pair set foot outside that line of trees, there was a loud report that seemed to echo and echo around them. Splinters of bark exploded from the tree next to Jon as they dove for cover back in the trees.
"What the hell was that!" Arya gasped, feeling bruised from the dive into frozen snow. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a crisp fear that was becoming familiar in the Beyond.
Jon looked over at her from the cover of the next tree over, startled as much as her. "Gunfire."
"Gunfire?" she exclaimed. "Why the hell are they firing at us?"
Another shot sounded, she could feel the impact of it through the tree she was using as a shield, bark flew just the same and she couldn't help the flinch and start.
"I—I think it's part of the drill."
"They've shot at you before?! How could you not remember something like this, Jon? We could've been killed!"
"It's never happened before!" Jon told her. "They've never done it before."
"What do we do, Jon? What do we do?" She could feel the panic rising inside of her.
"Breath." Jon turned his gaze from her and looked back into the forest, taking deep breaths and trying to better collect himself.
Arya copied him, her gloved hand shoved down the zipped throat of her parka, gripping her Old Gods pendant and the iron coin around her neck, taking deep breathes until her heart returned to its normal rhythm and her breathes even themselves out. "Okay. Now what?"
"It's just a test." Jon said firmly. "They wouldn't shoot us for real, that just doesn't make any sense."
"You don't sound to sure."
"It's just a test." He repeated.
"Okay, if it's just a test, then what? we're supposed to make it to the Wall without being hit?"
Jon nodded. "Must be."
"They sound like real bullets, Jon." Arya murmured, still gripping the pendant and coin. "They sound just like the ones that we use for training at the range, real ones."
"They're not." They locked gazes for a long moment before Arya gave a firm nod.
"They're not real—"
"Hey, why are you guys just laying there?" Grenn asked, him and Pyp finally having stopped arguing long enough to catch up. "The Wall's right there."
"Grenn, get down!" Jon shouted.
But it was too late, another shot fired. The rifleman had Grenn right in his sights, a clear line through the gap in the trees. Grenn grunted, stumbling backwards, and fell to the snow as red spread across his chest.
"Grenn!" Pyp cried out and rushed to him.
"Pyp, outta the way!" Jon yelled at him. "Move!"
Pyp grabbed Grenn's arm and dragged him behind a tree and out of sight as fast as he could with his partner's superior weight. "Oh Gods!"
"Pyp? Is he okay? Is he alright?" Arya questioned.
"I, uh, he..." the boy stammered, kneeling over his still partner.
"Pypar." She said more firmly, barely able to make sight of them.
There was groaning. "Ugh, what happened?"
"Grenn?! I thought you were dead." Pyp looked at him open-mouthed.
Grenn slowly sat up, touching the red that covered the front of his parka. "It—it's just paint I think… They shot me!"
"It must've been a simulation bullet." Jon muttered, sounding so relief.
"Shit! It hurts, man. What the hell?" Grenn exclaimed.
"Oh, just be glad that you're not dead." Pyp told him, over it already.
"I could have been killed!" Grenn protest.
"Cut it out, the pair of you." Jon ordered them, and they quieted down at his authoritative tone. "Now listen up. They're sim-bullets, it's part of the test."
Arya pulled her goggles down around her neck and glanced at her watch, finally releasing her pendant and coin. "It's almost 1400, we have to make back to the Wall before then. The last thing I want is spud duty everyday for the rest of the month if we're the last ones through."
Everyone was quiet, trying to think of a game plan that would finally get them out of the Beyond and put a warm meal in their empty bellies. She leaned back, gazing up through the think canopy of the iron trees and into the blue sky, the sun above her just starting to edge towards the West.
"The mirror!" Arya exclaimed suddenly, the idea hitting her almost like that sim-bullet hit Grenn, but with much less pain.
Jon took off his own goggles and looked at her with dark furrowed brows for a moment and then his confused expression went away as he realized what she was thinking. "That's a great idea, Arya!"
She grinned over at him. "The sun's still pretty high in the sky, bright as ever, the timing for this couldn't be better."
"What, what's a great idea?" Pyp asked, him and Grenn both confused.
"Get your mirror, guys." Jon got to his knees and took the pack from his shoulders, and dug out their own mirror and tossed it over to Arya.
"What are we supposed to do with it?" Grenn asked.
She got onto her knees and shifted around, slowly peeking out from behind her cover and towards the Wall, searching. "It's Thorne up there, it's gotta be. We can make it to the Wall and through the Queensgate if we can locate where Thorne if perched, and then use the mirrors to reflect the sun into his eyes, blinding him so that we can run the rest of this open distance."
"It'll only be temporary, but it should be enough—if we run fast enough." Jon said. "Get up here guys." He shouldered the pack again, peering out behind the tree, trying to find Thorne as the other pair scurried over to cover behind a tree on Arya's other side, and helped look for Thorne.
It was nearing ten minutes and they found nothing. It wasn't until Thorne fired again that Pyp was able to pinpoint this location.
"There! East of you, Jon, 10 o'clock."
"Got him!" Jon called. "Arya?"
"Yep." She nodded. "And Jon?"
Jon looked over to her.
"I just thought of another sick plan."
"Yeah?"
She nodded. "It's totally better then the mirrors, it'll work twice as better."
"What is it?
"It's so obvious that I didn't think of it either until now, the—"
"Hey, why don't we use our flare guns instead of the mirrors?" Grenn called over, interrupting her.
Arya groaned and hung her head for a moment. She'd spent too long getting to the point.
"That's a great idea, Grenn. Nice job!" Jon called over. He looked back at Arya and gave her a small smile. "That was your idea, wasn't it?" he murmured.
"Yeah." She sighed.
"Won't you let him have it?"
She cocked her brow. "Jon, it doesn't matter who thought of it first, it's whoever says it first."
"You're right. Sorry."
"Whatever." She shrugged her shoulders and pocketed the mirror. "It doesn't matter. I'll be faster next time—don't you worry about that."
He dug out the flare gun and loaded in a flare, and pocketed the other two for a quick reload if need be. "Okay. I'll take the gun since he's closer to me." He called to Pyp and Grenn, "We'll start running for the Queensgate. Fire the first flare the instant you step out of the trees. Aim for Thorne, but don't try and actually hit him—he's only using sims but a flare could actually kill him. Got it?" The called their affirmatives. "We go in ten seconds, so get ready!"
Arya counted it down and then they all ran from the cover of trees, there was a whistle and then another as the flares were fired. Arya kept moving, not outwardly reacting as Thorne started firing at them, she didn't know where they landed, just that they didn't hit her or Jon. Then there was the loud pop, pop as the flares registered. She could hear Thorne's cursing, loud, harsh, nothing they hadn't heard before.
No more flares were needed before they reached the Wall, and then they were through the Queensgate, gasping, hungry, exhausted, but just under the time limit, with no spud duty. Thorne grudingly gave the unit a day of personal-time, and that was her first experience in the Beyond—full of adventure, danger, and spiritual and supernatural encounters.
It was great to be a cadet.
-tbc-
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Note:
The Key:
The Weirwood or Heart Tree = The heart tree is a sacred growth and thing of worship of the Old Gods of the Forest. Long ago, when the Andals landed on Westeros and implemented their religion of the Seven, they tore out and desecrated most of the weirwood trees of worship. Few survived, all in the North. Now, in this present day, they are mostly depicted in history books and in museums. The Beyond is the sight of one of the last heart trees.
Glowing Blue Eyes = These belong to an old creature that comes from The Land of Always Winter. One that hasn't been seen since the Long Night and War of the Dawn, creatures under the control of long unseen and largely forgotten White Walkers. It cannot enter the groove of the weirwood tree.
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