Shireen, reborn from ice, reborn from fire

by kaiidth of ah

Shireen is fourteen when she dies in the Long Night after living for years at the Wall. She awakens in her seven year old body but with her memories intact. Then she catches fire, dies again and reawakes in the same body but free of all Greyscale scars. But she remembers the Long Night and she will do whatever she can to stop it.

2. Chapter 2

The Seven had blessed her, that is what everyone was saying now all the time, so they told her at least.

Shireen rather doubted that the Seven that are one healed her after letting her die twice but then again she also didn't tell anyone that she had died.

Her father had found her when she was dying for second time, though he wouldn't ever know it from her that it was the second time.

Her clothing was on fire, they told her and her hair and her stone-turned skin too. Even her good skin started to burn when Lord Stannis rushed to her with blankets and tried to smother the fire. Ser Davos and Cressen too and even Patchface had tried to help.

Patchface hadn't been carefull enough while doing so, he also caught fire on his sleeve and then was starting to burn the same as her before, so they told her.

Shireen asked what then happened and Maester Cressen, who was the one that told her the most, answered her.

"The fire was extinguished on your body but every inch of your skin was burned black and you were dead. It was the second time in my life that i saw your Lord Father crying for when he took your burned corpse in his arms, his tears were falling freely on you.

And then you took a breath and another one and another one and then your breathing turned regular. The blackened skin of your body started to fall from you and under it there was smooth and rosy new skin everywhere. Your father had just left these rooms to order some light meal for you and your mother is praying along with most of the others out of thankfulness."

Dear Cressen smiled while he spoke those words but Shireen frowned. She looked from Cressen to Ser Davos.

"Patchface had been caught on fire too? Poor dear Patches, for it hurts so much. Where is he then, is he also healed?"

No one answered her question though. Finally her dear Onion Knight straightened himself, nodded respectfully to Maester Cressen and then sat himself beside her.

"The poor Fool wouldn't stop burning and when we tried to smother the flames with wet blankets, he pushed himself away from us and ran to the window. There he threw himself out and fell down to stones, burning as he was and when we reached him, his broken body turned to ashes already. I'm sorry."

Shireen believed him, for his words sounded sincere. Was it her fault, she asked herself, had Patches died so she could live again? In her first life, he died nearly a year before her, he had somehow been caught by a hungry bear and they had only found a few pieces of his tattooed skin later on.

But when she first awoke again, was he the price that whatever heald her, had wanted for this wonder? Poor poor Patches. For a long time he had been one of the few people that had never shown any disgust to her. But then again, he himself was an outsider, broken in mind, hurt in body and tattooed in the face as he was. Still, she would miss him and if he really paid for the Wonder of her third life, then she would honor it by living it to the fullest and be useful in it.