"What happened?" he asked as he looked to the boys. Theon was more closer to a man than a boy, but he still behaves as such. Everything is a jape to him.

"It was all the bastard's fault!"

"Shut it, Theon!"

"It was and you know it, Robb!"

"Quiet! The both of you!" Ned then shouted, scaring them from their petty argument.

Robb and Theon then quieted. Both of them looked smaller as they both bowed their heads.

"Sorry, father" "Sorry, my lord"

Gods. There were at times when he saw much of his brother in Robb. Robb has his easy smile, his pride, he even laughs like him. But his looks are all Tully, and at his core, he is his son. But he seemed to act more like Brandon whenever Theon Greyjoy was around. He more than likely would have gone to that brothel in Wintertown had he not found out and quickly forbode him from doing so.

"I want the whole story. The truth"

Robb looked to Theon, and then looked to him.

"We were at our lessons with Maester Luwin. Theon ... he started to mock the Reeds. Jon rose out of his seat and defended them. Theon then insulted Jon, and decided to challenge Jon on the training grounds. Jon beat him, fair and square. But Theon accused him of cheating when Rodrik came. Lady Meera chastised him and Theon insulted her. Jon then punched him back into the mud. Jon left before we could notice. Arya too."

Now, Theon looked more like a frightened boy. Just as he was about to speak, Maester Luwin came in.

"Lord Stark! A raven came. From Last Hearth."

"You alright, lads?" Mors asked him and Wat as they both sat down. Mors than summoned a servant and brought them some food. Just some salted pork, and small pieces of bacon and bread.

"I'm as alright as I've ever been, Mors. Some wildlings are getting bolder"

"Aye. I've cut down a few. You're quite good with that sword of yours, boy!" Mors chuckled.

"Frankly, I never used it like that, my lord. In an actual fight" Jon said sheepishly.

"Ya sure about that now, laddy? You looked like a natural. A fucking legend! Har!"

"My lord, may I ask you something?" Jon asked

"Yer already are, but go right on ahead, Ser Snow! Har!"

Ser Snow. He had to admit, that had a nice ring to it. "I overheard a servant whisper not to anger someone named Crowfood. If I may ask, just who that is and why shouldn't I anger him?"

Mors' face then flushed a bit. "That'd be me, Ser Snow."

"Oh. Why would he call you Crowfood?"

"I think that's a story that my uncle would tell another day. Wouldn't you agree, uncle?" a voice chirped out. It was a tall, lanky young woman with dimpled chin, a snub nose, and freckles. Her brown hair was tied in a neat braid. A boy was right next to her who looked to just about Bran's age or a bit older, but a bit taller and with wider arms. In spite of his age, Benjen Umber looked quite fearsome and imposing.

"Arrana, Benjen. What're ya doin' here?" Mors asked.

"Benjen just came back from Old Castle, uncle. And the maester told me to give you this until Father and Jon come back from visiting Lord Karstark" Arrana said.

"And as I came back, two young ladies were inquiring about a young northern boy by the name of Jon"

"... Aye. This might be the lad they're looking for?" Mors then pointed to him.

"My lord, my lady." Jon said, bowing sternly to them both.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Jon. Please, let us take you to the stables. I'm certain these young ladies were quite worried about you"

As he made his way to the stables, he tried to stop himself from staring at Arrana. She was quite pretty. Her smile was wide and beautiful with bright white teeth that were straight as a blade's edge. Suddenly, he felt someone or something pounce on him.

"There you are! I told you we'd find him, Meera!" Arya said as she held on to his neck tightly. She then gave a hard enough slap on his shoulder. "Stupid. Why'd you run off?"

He didn't have an answer. "I thought I'd be in trouble for beating Lord Stark's ward into the dirt" he said numbly.

Meera then came close to him. "Stupid. You didn't have to run off like that!" she said, hitting his shoulder as well. "Ow. That hurt!"

"HAHAHA! Letting a couple a wee girls take you down!" said a large man, nearly seven feet tall. His doublet bears a roaring giant with broken silver chains on flame-red. Right beside him was a equally large and strongly built young man.

"Father! Jon!" Arrana and Benjen then crashed down on the two men.

"Looks like you've gotten beaten by a girl too, Lord Greatjon!" Arya sniggered.

"Hehehe! Looks like it, Lady Arya. Apologies lad, I'm Lord Jon Umber. Most men call me Greatjon. This here's my eldest son and heir, Jon, but everybody calls him Smalljon! Well, I'd be a wolf's bitch! You look like Lord Stark, but much prettier!" Greatjon giggled.

Smalljon? His son and heir is just about his height. And looks like he'd be growing to be much taller than him.

"Father. Lord Stark had been informed of Jon's arrival to Last Hearth. In turn, Uncle Hother received a raven informing us that he will be arriving with small party of northmen to retrieve him. Should we inform him of Lady Arya and ..."
"Meera. Meera Reed"
"... and Lady Meera's arrival as well?"

"'Course, lass. Until then, all of you will be staying here until Lord Stark comes." the Greatjon said.

As they settled into their temporary chambers, the youngest Umber siblings came.

"Care to see something extraordinary?" Their eyes shone with mischief. Benjen and Arya quickly took to one another easily.

Arrana and Benjen Umber led them out of the Hall and into the courtyard beyond, he turned to Bran and said, "Call me Ben, all the others do." "Then call me Rana. Ev'ryone else does"

"I'm just Jon, my brother Robb is Lord Stark."

"Yes my lo-, Jon." She smiled.

"What?"

"Come with us." They dashed off. They ran through the stables, up onto the wall and to the top of the highest of Last Hearth's wooden towers. Then Jon saw it, a thin white line on the horizon, just below the setting sun.

"Is that? Is that the Wall?" Meera asked.

"Yes, but watch."

As they watched, the sun passed behind the Wall, and the light shot along the length of the horizon, forming a glowing line as far as he could see.

"How?" Arya asked

"The ice reflects the sunlight, both out to the world and back in on itself. Somehow, the entire Wall lights up. You can only see it from here though, go any closer and the angle isn't right." Benjen explained

Jon then looked to Meera. Seeing how the light shined through her light brown hair and on her face. Her hair looked as if the setting sun was gently kissing it. Her moss-green eyes so beautiful and resplendent. She looks so ... lovely.

She tried not to look at him. But the way the fading light shined on his face; it made it look like his skin was made of steel. His grey eyes shining brighter than a star. Almost looking blue.

"It is beautiful. And extraordinary"