The Wall

Benjen Stark

Wildlings they hadn't been seen in years and yet the knights watch could not keep idle. They still scouted but they never found a single thing. He looked at the wall it never ceased to be amaz...????!!!!!

"Back to castle Black theirs a whole in the wall!" Commanded Benjen

As they rushed back he shuddered at what havoc the wildlings were stirring up.

The North

Eddard Stark

As he rode home he wondered if he had done the right thing taking his boys to anexecution was one thing letting them keep dire wolves was another. He sighed as they crossed fieldstone and the well worn roadside. He was jerked from his musings when a screams Pierced the air immediately Jory Castle was beside him and the Stark soldiers had drawn their swords.

Robb, Jon protect Bran!" Eddard ordered as he and the soldiers rode towards the side woods.

They burst through the brush and the seen before his eyes sickened him. It was a campground the remains of one at least. A man sliced from pelvis to mouth lay in front of the campfire innards laying in the dirt. A long sword was planted in the dirt and a soldier was thrusting into a young woman as she screamed and thrashed. Eddard leapt from his horse and placed his ancestral sword Ice at the mans neck.

"If you value your life scum you will rise and back away from the woman." His voice was cold as Ice

The man turned his head and Eddard got a good look at him he had no hair and had runes carved into his flesh. His armor had a blue-ish tint to it. The mans eyes flicked around and he seemed to weigh his odds before he rose. He faced them and crossed his arms.

" ?" The man stated with a calm voice in old words

"Do you speak the common tongue?" Jory questioned

The man shook his head. Eddard ordered the man bound and they lead the man back to the main group.

"Father who is that?!" Bran gave the armored man a fearful look

"A deadman!" Spat Jory

With that the group rode towards Winterfell. As that rode the northmen could not help glancing at the prisoner who kept a blank on his face as he Tripped and struggled to keep up with his guards horse.

Winterfell...

Sansa Stark...

As she stood on the stool getting helped by into her dress her eyes would travel to the window and take longing looks at the north. Yes, it was beautiful but at the same time it was wild and she longed for the chance to go south. She wanted to go to court and tourneys and have brave knights praise her beauty. As she finished dressing she gave one final spin before leaving her room. She walked down the hall and into the courtyard. She watched little Rickon throw mud on Septa Morta. Keeping her face poised like a proper lady she ascended the wall and surveyed the North in its early morning hours. For the village to the fields all was peaceful. Several shapes exited the woods and at first she prepared to run to tell her mother when she stopped. The banner was wrong, now as a proper lady she had been schooled to know all the great houses and even a fair amount of lesser houses. Most certainly though she knew the banner men of the North and these men approaching were not bannermen. She turned and rushed past servants as lady like as possible. As she entered the main hall her eyes sought out and located her mother.

"Mother riders approach and they are not from the banners." Sansa said primly

Caitlyn Stark ne Tully cut the perfect figure as sat poised on the head of house chair.

"What banner flys above their group?" Her voice was soft as she addressed her daughter

"An ice blue crown on a black field." Sansa said as soon as she was asked

Her mother closed her eyes and seemed to think for a moment before opening.

"I must confess I do not recall such a banner, therefore as the head of house while The Warden Of the North is away have the castle guards arm themselves." She orders

She then looked back to Sansa and raised an Eyebrow "Where is your Sister?"

At that moment the whole hall paused as they realized the one place that the younger of the sisters liked to go. The village.

The Village...

Arya Stark...

She loved the small folk. She loved how she could flit about and they wouldn't look twice at her, quite used to her antics. She wandered around talking and chatting with everyone she saw. She passed the market she stopped and stared. Ten knights rode passed, no Arya mentally corrected herself these were not Sansa's heroic knights. These were warriors, armor such a dark blue it looked black, swords that hund at their sides had no sheaths to hide the jagged teeth on half the blade. But, it was the man in the center of the group that held the most attention. He was huge, bigger than the Great Jon, his helm was in the shape of a bulls head. The group passed by the men of the group glancing around at the market and village in general. The leader however kept his eyes straight and towards the castle. Arya pulled up her trousers and ran through the markets back alleyways. She had to get home so she could meet these strangers.