G.O.T hype is Coming. Hey guys, Boftheicenibrethern here, so excited for the new season and decided to write an extra chapter. Hope you like it.
In, out. In, out. Her slow steady breathing was all that she could hear and nothing to see even as her eyes were open. Had she lost thier use? Had she gone blind? Looking about her, nothing, just dark, just darkness and the cold. She could feel the north but not see or hear it until the slight howl of the wind came to her ears but still darkness. A thought had accured to her, those within her homeland would speak that fallen warriors, those dead and burned would go to a land of darkness, of rest. Rhaeshi Ajjalani. The Night Lands. Was she dead? She had never bieen in the eyes of her own kind one of them, how could she be here. Jon had spoken of how there was nothing, perhaps this was it. She froze at the sound of a noise, her brow furrowed at the sound of whispers and murmurs. It truly is the night lands. Her lips parted in shock of the realisation of her death, looking about her to the blackness but snapped from it to the whispers growing louder until she could hear words amoung the ramblings, words spoken within her language. A soft voice coming through, gentle. A woman whispering followed by the gurgles and laughter of a new born babe. Her eyes widened to the sound of the voice. A voice she hadnt heard in many years.
Child, you've grown.
"M...Mother..." Her eyes danced to see her but nowhere, nothing but the dark. Only the dark.
Shhh...hush Irenya. Shh...little babe. You must be quiet. Her voice followed by more laughter from the child.
"Mother!" Mother cannot hear because she isnt here. She searched around for the tauntings ever as the Dothraki whispers continued, Only being able to hear particular words. Coming, balance, cold and then a word in a voice that made her freeze with fear. The word forgive in the voice of her father. Her hand slowly went to her dagger but nothing was there.
Great Stallion. Forgive...I wont kill the child. His voice followed by another, bitter, harsh. The khalissi Whore, Maege. Her mother's murderer. Her legs gave from beneath her as tears fell from her eyes hearing but not seeing. Kill it! The khal of the khalissar must have a son. The stalion...do you think the bitch will not grow and try be what she isn't. You must kill it.
"No!" Her grief came as she roared her words, the word repeating, Forgive. The whispears stopped briefly as Ireyna hung her head until she heard a voice that gave her strength, her head lifting slowly as her breaths deepened to calm herself. Mormont. Her feet found the ground once again and she rose.
Never in the 8,000 years has a... His voice faded gently. She'll do great things, She has great strength. Right now we need strength. The whispers became louder and more incoherent until it as though she had opened her eyes and could see. Before her stood a wooden door similar to those of Castle Black she had seen many times before except this time the wood was coated in a thick layer of frost, rotting within the frame. Her hand hesitantly raises, finger tips gently pushing the straining door and her eyes widened towards the sight inside. The great hall of castle Black, frozen, the tables and the men. Her cautious steps bringing her further into the room as her eyes fearfully danced looking towards the seated, unmoving men in the hall. Pale skin, blue lips, eyes pale, She knew this was the look of someone who had died from the cold but her hands clenched in fear at the sight of them, sitting as though in thier final moments had given up, stopping as she saw a familiar face. Edd, just as the others, pale skin, blue lips sealed, eyes closed in defeat. She noticed how ice cloaked, clung to his hair as she lifted her hand to touch his in grief but swiftly snatching it away, the contact of his hand, the coldness of his body strangely burning her palm. Stepping away, her breaths quickened into fearful pants, something in her mind telling her to leave. Continuing on her eyes rose up towards the top of the wall something compelling her to go.
The wall was no different than she remembered, a small smile of comfort gracing her lips at the thought of how things were long ago, quickly fading as her eyes befell "the real north" as she remember it once being called but no trees or life to be seen and no sound, no howls of the wind she grew to know well. A form along the wall in the distance beside her appeared out of her distant vision and glancing towards it revealed to be Jon. A short space away but not to far for her to recognize him. His eyes staring straight ahead to the north, hair billowing, the only sign of movement from him, noting his distant demeanour, she followed his stare and stopped in fear. They had come in all thier entirety and now it is only her and Jon to face them alone. Calling out to him but no sound, her voice completly silenced no matter how much she tried. Turning back towards the white army her eyes closed with nothing to defend herself. Had they failed? Was this to be what will happen if they failed? Perhaps this was thier fate, a fate she now awaited, death by a white walkers hands, perhaps she was in the nights lands and how it came to be was being revealed to her. The silence was broken by a distant screech but this was not one she had heard before, the sound growing in closer. Eyes snapping open and turning as a dark shadow moved above the clouds over head releasing a billowing roar. Irenya's eyes snapped open, broken from her sleep with a soft gasp. Something is coming.
