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Prologue
Winter 111 AC
The wolfwoods surround the land with their trees, stones, and wild animals.
Inside the forest, there is an old cottage away from any roads or civilizations. There lived a family of three.
There at the fire hearth is a mother whose hair was red as the fire and eyes green as the grass. She was humming a song and coaxed her daughter's silvery hair and purple eyes. Once, she removed her cover hooding. Her mother would comb her hair with a very pretty hair comb that is fit for a noblewoman. The little girl never questioned it, but her mother kept it very especially close to her body.
She looks around watching the fire burning the wood in the hearth and listening to her mother humming a lullaby.
They are hiding away inside the cottage house from the coldest winter. It wasn't the first time the family had survived this cold snow. A girl no more than nine years of age had always liked fire.
Once this fire was lit, she would stare at it for hours. When nighttime comes, she would stay near its warmth despite her parents' warnings and caution about being burned.
But she doesn't get burned.
No, she doesn't feel hot from them at all.
The door opened and came inside was her father. Her father has dark curly hair and was slightly hunchback as he wobbled towards the hearth to burn more logs.
He drops them in as fire sizzles and smoke entered his face and he started coughing a bit.
"Dear?" Her mother was startled at this action, but her father waved her off. "Tis, fine. 'M fine. Just put too much."
He sat down on his rocking chair and placed a blanket and pillow behind him for his back. The daughter smiled and looked down at her very own book that her parents got her for her name day.
It was a very small and delicate book of the Old Gods and probably the very rare and first book to practice the holy scriptures. Since they worship the Old Gods, it would make the girl feel happy and pious as her mother taught her how to read and write.
Her papa was always nice, and he would make sure she had a bigger helping from her porridge. He would teach her survival skills and hunting.
The little girl is happy with them.
Safe.
Simple.
Peaceful.
Despite years of growing up and helping tend their work field. She would always obey their number one rule.
'Always hide her silver hair and never looked anyone in the eyes.'
She doesn't know why, but they both seemed to be afraid that anyone who saw her appearance. But looking at both parents who did not inherit purple eyes or silver hair. Maybe they were worried that people would hurt her and take her away from them.
Especially, papa kept that under their cottage to protect it from the outside world.
"Off to bed my love." Her mama gave her a final brush of her hair and let the girl up to go to the hay-like bed with her blanket. She kissed her mama and her papa goodnight.
Her purple eyes look blank at the fire and the shadowing figures of her parents one last time.
The very next morning as the cold sun rises in the mountains of the north.
What's left of the house cottage is a broken, burned wood to the ground. The little silver child stood up the hill to bury two stone graves of her parents.
They were attacked last night.
Wildings.
There were six of them.
The child had managed to go under the cottage to protect herself from others. However, it protected her instead.
A chomping sound made the child look back as her friend is eating the remains of wildings after they were burned to a crisp.
He was huge.
Bright sapphire eyes sit delicately within the creature's narrow, bony skull, which gives the creature a rather menacing-looking appearance.
Two small crystal growths sit atop its head, just above its small, angular ears. Several rows of horns run down the sides of each of its jawlines.
Its nose is large and has two thick, rounded nostrils and there are crystal growths on its chin. Several huge teeth poke out from the side of its mouth and show a glimpse of the terror hiding inside.
A wide neck runs down from its head and into a narrow body. The top is covered in wide scales and an armored ridge runs down its spine.
Its bottom is covered in smooth skin and is colored differently than the rest of its body. Two slender limbs carry its body and allow the creature to stand towering and proud. Each limb has 5 digits, each of which ends in keen talons seemingly made of bone.
Slender wings grow to start from its shoulders and end at the end of its shoulder blades. The wings are bladed in structure, a specialized layer of skin is all that's visible inside, and jagged edges at the bottom almost give it a feathered look.
Its elegant tail ends in a seemingly fluffy tip and is covered in the same wide scales as its body.
She gave one last look at her deceased parent's grave and kneels before them.
"I'll see you soon."
Now to go to her new friend and protector. The dragon looked down and purred when she came near.
"Come, we must seek shelter somewhere." The little girl realized the beasts need a name.
"Let's go, Icefyre."
So, it was then on that Icefyre and it's a young rider who soared through the skies together. Hunting down Wildings who escaped the wall and burned them to the ground.
The North says it was their protector.
Some say it was just a rumor.
Others say it was a myth.
That is until she stole wealth from the rich and gave it to the poor.
And it happens to be Lord Lyonel Strong's party heading for Kingslandings.
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Next Chapter, being robbed by the thief and her dragon. King Viserys wish to travel to the North to speak with Lord Stark.