Theon Greyjoy
The sand was cold when he finally laid on the beach after leagues of swimming from the sinking ship, his throat was sore from seawater yet it still felt worse as his emotions took the best of him.
He had failed Yara, his sister was now a captive of their Uncle and he had ran off with his tail between his legs.
He let out a shaky sob as a familiar voice whispered in his head.
Oh Reek.
Run along Reek like the pet you are.
Reek.
Reek.
Reek.
Reek.
Re-
"Are you dead?"
The sudden voice broke his mental attack, Theon sat up suddenly looking up at the man standing before him.
He had only heard of the description from Yara herself, The Drowned God.
The one he had been blessed to in front of his father and sister, her words didn't do justice.
A dark eyebrow rose in amusement.
"Y-your The Drowned God." His teeth clattered out.
"A pity you survived." A sigh escaped blue lips.
Theon shivered as he stood up before the deity, dark blue eyes watched his move like a hawk.
"It's always the cowards who survive."
Theon winced at the cruel words and swallowed as best as he could. It sunk into him deeply as the Drowned God looked at him with discernment in his eyes, no matter how much he reached out he would never be one of the ironborn.
He had too much Stark in him, the old gods were sunk deep into his bones.
"Why are you here?" He asked, his voice rough as the other's.
"Even if you are a coward, you will save Yara." The god said.
"You'll have to find someone else." Theon began trudging down the beach, ignoring the silent being following.
"Where are you going?"
"I don't know."
"So you are running away to nowhere?"
"So what if I am."
"I met a man once, he ran away from his home to survive with his sisters'. Pretty cute man he was."
"How is this helping you?"
"It's a clue."
"A clue for what?"
The deity looked over and stared right at you with a smirk on his lips.
"Spoilers."
"Talking me to death isn't going to help Yara, save her yourself."
"I can't."
"Why?" Theon stopped suddenly and looked at him.
"It's against the rules, that is why I am sending you instead."
"Why not one of the others?! As you said I am a coward!" Theon shouted. "I am not even a true ironborn."
"Yes you are, you were born by my domain and came from my domain. I created you just the same as I had with your sister and brothers', yes you are a coward Theon Greyjoy but even cowards can man up."
Theon looked down at the shining sand, his eyebrows were drawn together in a frown, his God watched him with a neutral gaze a hand fiddling with a worn bead with an outline of a pinetree.
"I had a friend… she face an entire army by herself and fell with bravery to save her family.
Yara is so much like her."
"What was her name?" Theon looked up to meet those ancient eyes.
"Thalia…" there was so much sadness in his voice. "Save your family Theon."
"I will have to fight my family."
"It's a harsh choice but it is one we have to fight for."
Theon steeled himself, he looked closed his eyes and took a deep breath opening them again.
"Ok."
A bright smile stretched across that pale face, he felt his heart stutter at it.
"I am going home, to Make them rescue Yara with me." He got a nod in return, he turned away from the god, heading more inland.
"Oh and Theon." He paused at the call and turned around.
"Going inland never works out for the ironborn, please stay by the sea."
A look of concern was resting on the man's face, with a nod Theon continued onward.
"Be safe, Theon Greyjoy." The God kept watch as the man headed off all the while walking backwards into the sea.