Mance Rayder stood among his people, crowded together to look in astonishment at what had landed not 300 meters east of their camp. He himself had not seen the thing, but he heard the shouts of his people, and felt the impact, it nearly knocked him off his feet. 'A star, a star fell from the sky' he heard his people shout. He thought they were exaggerating, until he had seen the thing himself.
It was black, some kind of black metal. Nothing like anything he had seen any metalsmith make when he loved south of the wall. He looked about him, ordering the ones closest to accompany him to the crash site.
"It was surrounded in blue flames, before it crashed down." Tormund told him. Mance looked about the black metal, no sign of any flames anywhere. It didn't look like the sort of thing that could burn…
They approached quickly, following the trail it marked in the ground. It looked like the thing was ripped open on each side, from when it passed the jagged rocks no doubt. He froze suddenly, almost mid-step, his eye catching something unbelievable. The rest slowed, trying to figure out why he had stopped.
"By the gods…" he whispered.
He could tell when the others saw as well, freezing where they stood.
Not 20 meters from the gaping hole on the right side in the metal, a person was lying in the snow. Thrown from the thing, it looked like. But the implications couldn't be believed.
"It's not possible…"
Staking himself into moving, he started towards the shape in the ground, slowly turning into a run. He wasn't sure if his group was following, his mind on impossible things, like people from the sky.
He couldn't believe it. Not even standing above the person. His mind must be playing tricks.
A girl. A girl who fell from the sky. With unnatural multicolored hair of blue and red. But no, not multicolored, she was bleeding, a nasty headwound then. He crouched down, taking off his glove and pressed a hand to her neck, then tore a piece off his coat, holding it to her head.
"Get her back to camp, have her head looked at."
Uneasy silence met his command.
"Maybe we shouldn't…"
Mance's head shot up to look at the mind who said it.
"We don't know what she is! She could be dangerous!"
"She's injured is what she is!" Tormund interrupted. He knelt down and picked the girl up. "I'll take her back." He reassured and left quickly back towards camp.
Mance turned towards the black metal and headed that direction. It was like a room inside. Like a building made of metal had been thrown down from the sky. They found five more people, but all were dead.
They all wore the same sort of thing, black pants and boots, dark blue jackets that looked like they were once pristine. Multicolored patches on their left breast. Even similar short haircuts. Though no one else had that unnatural colored hair.
"We should burn the bodies."
Tormund carried the girl back to camp, every person he passed staring intently. Everyone probably thinking the same thing… but it couldn't be. Everyone knew gods didn't bleed.
When he finally arrived at the healer's tent, he went right in and set her down. Val, who was watching him approach, quickly followed inside.
He finally got a good look at the girl, and what she was wearing. Black pants and boots made of fancy looking leather, with what looked to be armor strapped to them but not in a material he was familiar with. A long-sleeved black shirt with an odd sort of grey vest overtop, made of more odd material, with a high collar and three straps going horizontal, complete with a cape attached to the shoulders that was black on the outside and grey inside. There was some kind of shoulder armor, and a belt that looked like it held a sword at some point. Throughout the whole thing was a swirling pattern of silver lines… It was bizarre looking.
Val was looking at her headwound, which was still bleeding at an alarming pace, and got to work.
Verona's POV:
My head hurts. It really hurts…
I brought my hand up to it on instinct, trying to tell how bad it was. I kept my eyes closed though, why bother to open them anyway…
What was I doing before this? Nothing came to mind at first… just a big blank. No that wasn't right. We were flying… back to D.C. Something exploded on the airship, everything shook, must have hit my head on something… there was nothing after that.
My fingers met my head, it felt like someone had put a bandage there. I groaned a bit; it was really tender.
Someone gasped to the left of me. I jumped, then tried to stand. I was under some blanket, I started to panic a bit.
"Wait!" some unfamiliar voice called to me, but I didn't listen. I tried to concentrate past the ache I felt. Just one person close by, but more, a lot more not far.
I was on my feet now, trying to slow my breathing down. I needed to think. It was probably just a military base, they found where we crashed and brought us to medical… it didn't smell like medical. And there weren't buildings, it was a lot of… tents maybe?
If this were a base, people would be guarding me, I was being taken to a trail after all. Someone would be explaining where I was, they knew how I got about things like this. But the woman in here hadn't said anything else, she was standing on the opposite side, just standing there. I started to panic again.
I took a step back, that seemed to make her snap out of it. "You have a head injury. I bandaged it but you probably shouldn't be moving around yet."
Yeah no shit I had a head injury. I took another step back, towards the opening of the tent, or whatever this was. I tried to get my breathing under control again, but the panic was starting to overwhelm… I need to get away.
I turned and started out, I need to move, my heart was hammering, I need to get out of here.
Wait, snow? I paused outside the tent. What the hell… it wasn't winter, I wasn't in any place that should have snow. My head hurt so bad, my hand went up again to hold it. I heard people around me stop, but they didn't approach. I felt as frozen as this snow on the ground. My heart still beating wildly.
Someone did approach though… three people, actually. God my head hurt, it made everything too fuzzy. I turned in their direction. "Stay there!" well that just slipped out. I sounded terrible. But they listened, no one moved, but I was still breathing hard.
Stop panicking, I thought, you need to stop panicking.
"Where am I?" I managed to hiss out.
No one said anything, the silence stretched out. Don't panic, you don't need to panic. It felt like forever but it was probably only a few seconds.
"North of the wall." I heard a man say. The accent was familiar but different in a way I couldn't describe.
What the hell did that mean? What wall? The great wall? Was this Mongolia? Siberia? Hell, it could be Scotland or something, there was a wall there, too right?
"Is this Siberia?" Was what I ended up asking. More snow there.
"… Don't know a Siberia." How unhelpful. Wait, who hasn't heard of Siberia? …
"Northern… Canada? The Artic…?" I try.
"Don't know those..." My breath starts to quicken again. He wasn't lying. He really didn't know. "You're in Westeros."
"What sort of trick is this" I hiss out, "There's no country called Westeros, what are you trying to pull?! I won't fall for it… I don't believe you…" I must be hyperventilating, my head hurts even more, I can't catch my breath. The voices sound far away now, I can't tell what they're saying. Someone takes a step closer to me.
"Stay back!" I wave my arm out, I call to the wind, it answers me. I push them all back, they needed to get away, I need to get away, find out where I really am. My head hurts so badly though… I feel myself slip away…
Mance was thrown back from the girl, he landed with a thud right on his back. The breath knocked out of him. The free folk closest to her where thrown back as well, into the others standing or like him, into the ground. Alarmed sounds echoed in the camp, until one voice rose above them all.
"That's it! We should kill her now, while we have the chance! We can't give her the opportunity to do worse!"
"No!" That was Val's voice. "look around, she didn't hurt anyone. Didn't you see? She's blind!"
Mance got to his feet, starting back towards Val's tent. Val herself was crouched down next to the girl, it looked like she caught her mid fall.
"She was terrified, didn't know where she was, or who we are. Surrounded by people she doesn't know. How would you feel -"
"She moved people with her mind!" Another shouted "She's dangerous!"
"She's just a girl! She can't be much older than a teen. She pushed people back but that's all. Mance!" Val spotted him approaching. "Allow me to keep caring for her, when she wakes again I'll talk to her. If she should harm anyone, let the blame be on me." The people around her scoffed in disbelief. Mance couldn't blame them, he was spooked by this girl himself.
"Someone with that kind of power… kind of seems like they should be on our side." Mance turned to look at Tormund, surprised that the man would protect the girl. "We all know what we're facing, she could help us, give us protection."
Mance looked back to the girl. He head bandaged, but some blood still visible. Not as much as before, she really shouldn't have been moving about yet though. Her skin was a tan no one in the North had, she must be from somewhere with more sun.
That hair… blue like the sky… and a young face, with a scar on her right temple that went into her hair. And she was terrified, he could see it on her face when she turned in his direction, and he could see her fear in clouded wide eyes.
"We should find out more about her, before making a decision." He decided. "Val, Tormund, you two will ask her where she's from, and how she got here. She gives you any reason, any reason, to think she'll attack, you do what must be done." Tormund nods his way, Val pauses for awhile but eventually nods as well.
"Stop your gawking! Give them space, until they've decided she's not a threat. Go on!" The people disperse slowly.
AN:
So, if you couldn't tell she has Storm's powers from X-men, but scaled down. And she's blind like Toph from the the Airbender.
There will be more revealed as time goes on!
Thanks for reading!