Chapter 2
Let us sacrifice
What the fuck? Was the sentence ringing in my head as stared at the uncaring face in front of me. Disappointment dripped off the apathetic face as I tried and failed to make sence of my situation. Why, why the fuck was I in George r fucking Rasputin Martin's fucked up world. Why! I loved the series 'A song of ice and fire' but no one ever just disappeared from their mundane world to be cast in a land of fiction goddamnit.
This felt like a fanfiction only it wasn't, this was real and unlike those heroes I knew shit all bout guns, medicine or any science usefull to the war mongering lords of George's planetos. What could I do in this medieval wasteland? Well anything but what did I want to do? Probably save the Starks? Conveniently I was in the North somewhere possibly beyond the wall. Considering I wasn't freezing my ass of in boxers and a vest. I was probably in Winterfell considering the black pool in front of the heart tree. Which meant saving the Starks was my only option.
In which case I'd have to make a plan. I sat down to wait and plan. Hopefully this heart tree was frequented by people to help me out of the wooded area. I must have fallen asleep again as I woke up to the noise of two children talking. I got up and looked around when I spotted the children with two males in the distance. So focussed on the people I missed the two dogs who announced themselves with loud barkes.
Instantly my eyes were on the beasts one grey and the other grey with orange. These were wolves a thought that should have terrified me but only brought ease. With notice from the wolves the party noticed me coming closer to investigate. One of the children was on one of the men's back while the other was held by the hand by the same man. The three looked alike red hair and as they got closer blue eyes. Yes he was in winterfell and Robb was as well and judging by Brans condition it was before the war but after the kings visit.
When they finaly made it to me it was the second man who addressed me. "Halt there creature. Who are you and what are you doing in the godswood of Winterfell state your business or else." Hailed Theon Greyjoy with his hand on his blade,whom I guessed not because of the black hair and eyes but because of the arrogance pouring out of him. There was only one prince in Winterfell after all.
I looked at him then at the Starks behind him then I smiled. The smile made them uneasy most probably because of my dark chocolate skin or maybe it was my confidence I don't know but uneasy they were. I looked past the swaggering islander and focussed on the younger lordling.
"Ssstark." I answered drawing out the s for effect. They all stood up straighter at that answer though it only gave Grayjoy reason to pull out his sword for answers.
"I am Stark." Robb Stark answered
"Yes, yes you are." Moving closer to the young wolf before I felt a blade to my chest. I looked at Greyjoy then to the lord.
"I am the vessal! Stark. I am the voice of the gods. I am here to make them heard." My words caused awe and shock to the young ones but confusion to the elder Stark. The cofusion lasted a moment before it was replaced by anger.
"You dare! In this holy place you speak blasphemy. The old gods have no priests and speak only through the heart trees, the shuffling of the leaves and the whispers in the wind." The lord of Stark challenged.
As an Atheist of course I was blaspheming but to survive I didn't give a fuck. In my opinion if the old gods didn't want me talking shit then they or whomever should have left me in my bed. "Haa!" I let out a half laugh to mock the lords challenge. "You speak to me of blasphemy when you condemn the gods to whithering. The nameless gods of the forests, rivers, winds and all under the dominion of this earth are not old. They were here when the sun first set, they were here when your fathers were born and they will be here when you are nothing but dust. I am their vassal and they demand sacrifce! They have sacrificed for you to bring me here and now they demand a sacrifice of you." I screamed and hollered with the false passion of an actor. In my tirade I even forgot the blade pointed at my chest. Somewhere during my speech I'd even cut myself but ignored it.
The lords were slightly cowed by my theatrics but only slightly they still wanted answers. Before they could speak I answered their questions. "The North is a deer ignorant of the wolf that stalks it. This land which is the last of the Gods is on the precipice of doom. The old enemy is upon us. The white walkers return. You would not be fit to stop them by yourself. Traitors walk among you, men of weak hearts and even weaker spirits. The gods demand sacrifice. A sacrifice you would not accept without me. Heed my words young Stark it is not every day the gods gift you with answers. You will want more and I will answer them but first you must sacrifice."