ARIYANA CASWELL III
"Who the fuck are you?"
"What are you talking about?" The man in front of me questioned, "It's me, Ryden. Do you not recognise your own brother?"
"You're not my brother; you're not Ryden." I snapped, shoving my way past the mysterious man, trying to find an exit of the cave.
"What are you doing, Ariyana?" The man asked, watching as I tried to find an exit. "We have much to catch up on."
"I'm going to kill the bastard." I told him, "I'm going to kill RAMSAY SNOW!"
The man remained silent as I turned him, feeling my eyes fill with tears as I stared at him madly. Was he Ramsay? Was he working for the Bolton's? Why did this man save me and HOW did Ryden know about him? I had so many questions to ask. So many answers to gather, but this was only the beginning of solving this mysterious puzzle.
"How did Ryden know that you would save me?" I asked him, "You're a stranger, nothing more."
"That man in the Dreadfort—" The man began, "That wasn't Ryden, that wasn't your brother."
"Then who the fuck was it?" I asked him, forcing him to spit out all he knew.
"That was one of my companions."
""Companions"?" I asked him, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"You ask a lot of questions, don't you?" The man asked me, "Curiosity isn't a bad thing, but it also leads to consequences." The man turned away from me, beginning to walk away. I focussed my eyes onto a double-sided spear on the ground by the man's feet. "And soon, Ariyana Caswell—"
I quickly grabbed hold of the spear, driving it at the man who wore my brother's face, he grasped his grip onto the spear I held, making me drop it as I screamed slightly, he put his arm over my neck, slamming me against the wall. "You'll see the consequences."
"I've killed more than one person." The man told me, "Me and my companions have murdered many, many people. Not because we want to, not because of revenge. It's because we're asked to by somebody higher than us."
I listened, I followed the man deeper into the darkness, but I didn't take it all in. I think he knew, only he didn't do a questionnaire which Roose Bolton or his bastard would do. Finally, the man got my attention.
"What do you want, Caswell?" He asked me, "More than anything in this world?"
"I want vengeance." I told him, "I want vengeance for me, for my family."
"And who do you want to suffer?"
"I want Roose Bolton to suffer. I want his bastard, Ramsay Snow and his whore Myranda to suffer, too." I explained, "And let's not forget his little toy, Reek."
"I understand." The man nodded at me, "But—They've done nothing to your family, none of them. This is all just a big misunderstanding on your behalf."
"Do you have any idea what's coming out of your mouth?" I asked him.
The man covered his face with a mask again. "This way."
The man led me into a room where three dead bodies were. No, wait. There were four bodies. They were covered up, obviously. The man stood
beside me, looking at me.
"Go on." He insisted, nodding his head in the direction of the bodies.
"Whose bodies are those? Are you storing corpses?" I asked him.
"You will see why the Boltons are the least of your problems right now." He explained.
I knelt down by the first of the four bodies, uncovering the body of my brother, Ryden. I was right, the man in the cave wasn't him; it wasn't Ryden. I noticed something about THIS Ryden though, his face was ruined; purple. It wasn't the normal colour of a dead body, it wasn't pale, it was just—Purple. I quickly uncovered the next body, vomiting on the floor at it's side; it was my four-year-old sister. My sister; it had been so long since I last saw her, that I had forgotten her name. That's what the Dreadfort does to you, that's what the Boltons to you too; you become brainwashed. Although I couldn't remember my sisters name, I still felt anger, the need to murder again, "I'm going to kill whichever BASTARD did this."
I covered my sister's body up again, uncovering the next two bodies quickly; revealing both my Mother and Father. Was this it for me? Were all of my family dead; wiped out? My body felt weak. My airways stopped letting me breathe for air. I was next. I could feel it. This man stood behind me was planning to assassinate me. He was assigned to murder me next; it was becoming clear now. I stood up, looking at the man stood in the same room to me; his face was covered with a mask.
"Listen, I don't know who the fuck you are," I began, "But if you're planning to kill me next, then you might aswell do it now, alright?! Because I am—I'm done! Alright? I'm done!"
"Your journey has only just begun, Ariyana Caswell." The man told me, his face still covered; his voice changed occasionally, "Why would I intend on killing you?"
"Because you're a murderer." I told him, "YOU'RE A FUCKING MURDERER, AND I WANT MY BROTHER BACK, I WANT MY FAMILY BACK!"
"You throw murderous accusations at me; calling me a murderer," He began, "When really—You're as bad as I am, Caswell."
"I have a REASON to kill the Bolton's, alright?" I snapped, "You have no reason to hurt my family; to KILL them!"
"No—" The man began, "But you have a reason to get vengeance."
The man held a spear out to me and I took it from him.
"I'll kill Roose Bolton, Fat Walda, Ramsay Snow, Reek, Myranda." I told him, "But there's just one more person on that list—"
"And who would that be?" He asked.
"You."
