Bran walked slowly through the icy land, he could here a girl scream for help like a woman being murdered. It sounded like his mother,
"Mother!" he yelled running with his bow tight in his hand. Snow fell hard, turning into almost a blizzard. Suddenly a three eyed raven flew on Bran's shoulder, he looked at it. He ran towards where the raven had come from, he could barely see a thing the snow seemed to fall harder the more he ran. The screaming stopped, and the once snowing blizzard he was in turned into Winterfell in Summer. He looked up at the tower to see the three eyed raven that was on his shoulder just seconds ago hanging from a noose dead. He looked next to it to see Neve's body hanging beside it, with bleed dripping from her mouth and her body covered in ice and snow.
Suddenly Bran shot awake to see his mother sitting at the end of his bed. His mother Lady Catelyn Stark was a very beautiful woman, she had the usual Tully appearance like her song with her brown and blue eyes.
"Are you alright, Brandon?" Catelyn asked her son with a caring voice "You were shaking and sleep talking, it was very unlike you". Bran gulped
"Every since my fall I've been having dreams" Bran began
"Are they all the same?" Catelyn asked, Bran shook his head
"No but they all involve a three eyed raven" Bran told his mother with fear and excitement in his voice. Catelyn smiled
"Old Nan's been telling you too many stories Brandon" Catelyn murmured before hugging Bran and kissing his forehead.
"Don't you want to hear about my dream?" Bran asked watching his mother, Catelyn shook her head
"You save it for Old Nan, Okay?" Catelyn told her son with a smiled before leaving. Bran looked around, his brother Jon Snow had gone to Castle Black, his father had gone to be hand of the king and his sister had gone to marry Joffrey Baratheon. It was starting to get lonely around Winterfell, suddenly his brother Robb walked in
"Hello Bran" he greeted smiling, Robb was a boy of seventeen, he had signs of becoming a man such as his slight beard and his deep voice. He had curly brown hair and brown eyes that seemed to always have a mischievous gleam about that.
"Hello Robb" Bran said with a nod
"Mother tells me that Old Nan has been telling you too many stories, I take that to mean you've had another one of your dreams?" Robb said with a smile as he sat at the end of Bran's bed. Bran nodded looking at his brother who was wearing many furs and leathers, it must have been freezing outside "Tell me about your dream" Robb told his younger brother with a smile. Bran began to tell his brother about his dream and how the three eyed raven was hanging from a noose with Neve beside it also hanging from a noose with ice and snow covering her.
"Well you know, she's dead..." Robb told Bran quiet
"But they haven't found her body, they only found Daron's body..." Bran said quietly
"Even if she is alive, she won't be alive for long. Direwolves could easily find her and kill her" Robb said
"Do think White Walkers did it?" Bran asked, Robb narrowed his eyes
"White Walkers have been gone for so long that many don't even believe they exist" Robb told his brother
"I didn't ask what everyone else thought, I asked what you thought" Bran said sharply
"Well, I don't think Daron was killed by White Walkers. I think the snow killed him" Robb said
"But they found a blue hand print around his neck and he looked dazed" Bran murmured
"The dead have to be happy Bran, otherwise you know they have had a horrible life" Robb replied. Bran looked at his brother uncertain
"I choose not to believe that, I believe every man is unhappy to die" Bran said almost proudly
"You will make a wonderful lord someday" Robb said with a smile, Bran cocked his head slightly
"Why do you say that?" Bran asked
"Because you don't take peoples shit and you have your own opinions" Robb answered with a chuckle, Bran smiled.