Queenie: It's the start of season 1, everyone! I am very excited to say I've gotten to this point. I hope you like the first chapter of season 1.

In the darkness of the tunnel below the Wall, a light appeared at the beginning of it. A small light that was caused by a burning torch. It was joined by two others as four rangers of the Night's Watch moved through the darkness to head for the other side. As they were traveling through the tunnel, the door on the other side started to be cranked open to flood more light in and allow the rangers out beyond the wall. As they reached the other end, the three rangers carrying torches, threw them into the small metal basket that had other used torches inside.

They moved silently across the snow with their horses making little noise as well. They didn't speak, but split up into two groups once reaching the woods beyond the wall. One of the rangers—Danieryn—nodded to Waymar and Gared before he went along with the youngest of their group—Will. He took their trail first while looking for any signs of the wildlings that had been reported to have moved too close to the Wall. For a while things were quiet with only the sound of the wind blowing and occasional wolf howling making any noise.

Danieryn kept to the front of their two-man group while looking for any signs of those wildlings. When spotting smoke, Danieryn held up his fist to tell Will to hold position. They both brought their horses to a stop before they could alert anyone near the smoke that they were there.

"Easy boy." Will whispered to his horse.

Both men dismounted their horses while leaving them where they stood. Those horses were trained like them, so Danieryn knew they couldn't just wonder off or flee from wildlings if they did try to attack. After taking a few steps closer, Danieryn and Will both got down onto their knees and stomachs to start crawling as silently as possible towards the bank over where the smoke was coming from. They managed to sneak up onto the bank to peer down into what they believed was the wildling camp. They were shocked by all the carnage in front of them as they looked at the wildlings who weren't even in one piece anymore. They were all ripped apart, and put in some kind of odd symbol on the ground.

"Gods." Danieryn said as he stood.

Will looked up at him with wide eyes while wondering if that they should be worried about whatever did this to the wildlings could still be around.

"No human could have done this." Danieryn said.

This had his younger companion on edge as he crept onto his feet as well while looking around.

"What did this then?" Will asked.

"I don't know." Danieryn said. "But we need to tell Waymar and Gared. Let's move now before something comes back to finish what it started."

Will gulped before turning around, and he jumped violently when seeing the wildling girl stabbed to the tree behind them. Danieryn put a hand on his shoulder while moving him towards his horse.

"You go back to Waymar and Gared." Danieryn decided instead of going with Will. "I am going to go further on to see what I find."

"You've got to be joking." Will said looking at Danieryn. "You could be killed by whatever got to them!"

Danieryn looked to Will seeing the blonde was frightened as he glanced around nervously.

"Will, everything will be fine." Danieryn said patting Will on the shoulder. "Just go."

Will still looked as if he was going to protest, but he finally moved to get on his horse since Danieryn was the senior ranger out of the two of them. Danieryn watched as Will rode off quickly before he finally went over to his horse. Danieryn will try to follow any traces of blood to see if he could find whatever killed the wildlings. He knew it'd be dangerous, but so was the life of a ranger of the Night's Watch.

"Let's go." Danieryn said to his horse while lightly kicking its sides to get it moving.

Danieryn went farther into the forest following some light traces of blood he saw on the snow. It was faint traces—barely noticeable, but the red blood stuck out against the white snow meaning it could be followed. After following for about fifteen minutes, Danieryn realized that the blood trail suddenly stopped. He brought his horse to a stop with a small frown on his face. The blood couldn't just stop like this. It was too odd. Danieryn stood there a moment before a thought occurred to him, and it was a disturbing thought. What if he was led out here purposely? As soon as the thought occurred to him, a creature that looked like a man with icy looking skin and pale blue eyes appeared before him, which had his horse rearing back.

"A White Walker." Danieryn murmured before kicking his horse roughly while turning him around. "Hehah!"

The horse bolted away from the creature of white with Danieryn heading for where he had left Will at the wildlings' camp. He could hear the creature behind him, so he urged his horse on faster. He had to warn the other rangers then get back to the Wall to report to Jeor. Just as he reached the top of the bank on the opposite side of the camp, he saw Waymar being attacked by another one of those creatures causing him to scream.

"Waymar!" Danieryn shouted.

Before Danieryn could get to Gared who was backing up out of fear, Danieryn was grabbed from behind by the White Walker that had been pursuing him. He fell from his horse, which bolted to get away from the danger. Danieryn fell to the ground then spun back onto his feet with his sword drawn. He knew he might not stand a good chance against his foe, but if he was going to die today, he would die fighting.

"Gared, run!" Danieryn called out of the older ranger. "Grab Will and return to the Wall! Warn our brothers!"

Gared didn't have to be told twice as he took off running. The other White Walker pursued him as Danieryn kept his eyes on the White Walker in front of him. However, the attack he was expecting didn't come from the front, but behind. Danieryn gasped in pain as a sword was shoved through his chest. It was pulled out causing Danieryn to fall backwards. As he landed on his back, his attacker crouched down by his dying body.

Danieryn's eyes met two dark eyes—human eyes—as his attacker placed his hand on Danieryn's shoulder. Danieryn couldn't completely make out the man's face since his vision was becoming burier as he lost more blood.

"I am sorry about this, brother." His attacker said. "I didn't want to shed the blood of my own kind, but I can't let you return to the Wall to warn your friends—the humans. I want to leave them guessing for a while, but those Northmen might get a small surprise. Don't worry about your younger brother. I will make sure he is safe and happy in a better world than this one."

Danieryn just gasped and choked on his blood as it filled his chest and throat. He coughed up some blood while looking up at the sky.

"Adriarah." Danieryn whispered thinking of his brother one last time before his final breath left him.

I gasped shooting up in bed with sweat rolling down my body. I stared forward at the wall as my body shook from fear. I raised my hand to push my hair back as I tried to control my ragged breathing. I couldn't control it though, and as my heart thumped wildly in my chest. I haven't felt his frightened in years. I didn't even know I could be scared anymore. I felt a wetness on my cheeks, so I reached up with shaky hands to touch them to feel tears there. I looked around my room suddenly feeling too alone and vulnerable. I had to get out of here. I quickly went to grab some trousers to pull on before rushing from my room. I knew exactly where I was going without even having to think too much about why.

NO POV:

Jon lightly groaned as he woken from his sleep by loud, rapid knocking. He knew it had to be early, which had him wondering who was at his door at this hour. He sluggishly got up from his bed not caring about his lack of a shirt. He went to his door while opening it as he rubbed at his closed eyes.

"What?" He asked sounding irritable.

"Jon." Her meek, familiar voice had his eyes snapping open.

He looked at Celena with wide eyes to see her at his door at these early hours looking disheveled and flustered. He then blushed when noticing her tunic was slightly open revealing a bit of her chest. He forgot all about that though when he noticed she was shaking and tears stained her face.

"What's wrong?" Jon asked as he put his hands on her shoulders. "Are you hurt?"

Celena shook her head before silently stepping forward to put her arms around Jon not seeming to care he was half naked. She even hid her face in his chest as he stiffened up for a moment. He stood there unmoving for a second as his heart raced. He wasn't sure how to handle this. The last time he was this close to a girl without his shirt on it was one of the girls in the brothel, and that hadn't ended well. However, he pushed those thoughts to the side as he felt Celena shake against him. He slowly put his arms around her while holding her tightly. He wasn't sure what was exactly wrong, but it nearly broke his heart to see her this way.

"Celena," He began as he continued to hold her. "What's happened? Has someone upset you?"

Celena sniffled before pulling her head back enough to look up into his face. He looked at her softly when seeing her tear stained cheeks and watery eyes. He's never seen her like this, and he didn't like it. He wanted to take away whatever was bothering her. He wanted to see her smiling again.

"They're dead." Celena said. "All of them…dead, Jon. Those creatures killed them…the men cloaked in black."

Jon's eyes widened slightly when Celena said that. Men cloaked in black? She couldn't possibly mean men of the Night's Watch. Jon knows Celena has odd dreams of people she doesn't know, but none of the dreams have ended with someone dying.

"And there was a man, but I couldn't see him clearly." Celena said. "But he was human unlike the creatures of white. He said something to one of the dying men, but I couldn't make it out completely. And he frightened me the most."

She shook her head unable to say anymore as she clung to Jon with her face hidden back in his chest. Jon held her securely with his chin placed on top her head as he kept her tucked against him. He wasn't sure what this meant, but perhaps this really was the first step to the winter to come.

"It's alright." Jon said. "I'm here. I will keep you safe, always, I promise."

CELENA'S POV:

I sat off to the side later that day with my head down as Robb and Jon were giving Bran his archery lesson. After going to Jon this morning about that dark dream I had, I haven't spoken much today. Though Jon had taken me to Ned to explain my dream to him. Ned said I had described men of the Night's Watch and creatures known as White Walkers. Apparently the White Walkers have been dead for a thousand years, or at least that's what the people here believed. However, after my dream, Ned feared they weren't as extinct as everyone thought.

Though what bothered me the most is that he couldn't tell me who the man, who killed Danieryn, was. Though it wasn't I had given him a good description of the man since he had been blurry to me in the dream. Whoever he was…my instincts told me he was dangerous, more dangerous than the White Walkers. After discussing my dream with Ned, Jon has kept me close all day making sure I was never out of his sight. I think he feared I might have another breakdown if I'm left on my own, which is actually plausible.

I'm usually able to keep myself calm and collected, but the things I saw in that dream…it had me completely shaken up. Though I did feel better, which I knew was thanks to Jon. I looked towards Jon as he was watching Bran train. Jon had this way of taking away my troubles, and making me feel warm and safe. Whenever I'm really troubled, I know I can go to him. I've learned this over my time with the Starks, which has surprising been a year. Jon Snow was just a special kind of guy, and I'd be lying if I said, I didn't have feelings for him.

And those feelings felt more than just a little crush. I came out of my thoughts when I heard the twang from a string as a bow was let loose. I looked away from in time to see Bran miss the target again with the arrow piercing a barrel this time. The young Stark kicked the dirt with a frown on his face.

"It's alright, Bran." I said from where I sat perched on some crates. "Just take a deep breath like I've told you."

Bran looked back at me to nod as Robb and Jon stood off to the side. As Bran turned back to the target, Jon stepped in to speak with him while placing his hands on the younger boy's shoulders.

"Go on, Father's watching." Jon said.

The two glanced up behind them to Ned and Catelyn as they were watching from the balcony behind us.

"And your mother." Jon said.

I shook my head with a slightly amused smile on my face. Way to put the pressure on him, Jon. Bran turned back to the target while notching another arrow in his bow. Bran let loose the arrow again, and it missed once more. Archery wasn't really Bran's strong suit, but it was the only weapon he was allowed how to use at the moment. I tried convincing Catelyn and Ned to let me teach him a few things with a dagger at least, but Catelyn shot the idea down. Ned had been alright with it, but I didn't want to get him in trouble with Catelyn, so I dropped it.

Bran went to notch another arrow with me watching closely. He was still too tense. He let this one go, and it flew right over the target and the wall behind it into the tree. Well it got farther than the others at least. Jon and Robb both let out a laugh, which had Rickon giggling from where he sat. I snorted at them as I got up to walk towards Bran who seemed dejected.

"And which one of you were a marksmen at ten?" Ned called down to his eldest sons.

This had them shutting up as a small chuckle left my lips. I suppose Ned told them, didn't he? And this carefree atmosphere was making me feel much better than before.

"Keep practicing, Bran." Ned courage his son. "Go on."

Bran let out a breath though did grab another arrow though he didn't look to confident. I placed my hand on his shoulder in comfort as he started to notch his arrow.

"Don't think too much, Bran." Jon advised Bran.

"Jon, not thinking might be easy for you, but Bran might find it a bit difficult." I quipped.

Jon gave me a look as Robb chuckled in amusement at my words. I pointedly ignored Jon's look, however, as I took a step back to allow Bran to fully notch his arrow. He drew his arm back while aiming for the target.

"Relax your bow arm." Robb instructed.

Honestly, I thought Bran should relax in general. His whole body was too tense. I'm not a marksmen like the children of Apollo, but I was taught archery as well in camp. Doesn't mean I was an expert though. If only Will were here, he could help Bran learn in no time. An arrow was loosed suddenly and it did hit the target, but it wasn't Bran's arrowed. The boys and I all whirled around in shock before seeing Arya standing there with a bow in hand. I smiled as the youngest Stark daughter gave a small curtsey.

Bran frowned at his sister before throwing down his bow. He hurried after her, which had her quickly dropping her bow as well to fun away. The boys and I laughed as we watched them go.

"Quick, Bran." Jon called out.

"Faster!" Robb added before looking to me. "Did you teach her how to do that?"

I shook my head as I bent over to pick up Bran's discarded bow before someone could trip over it.

"Arya is a talented girl." I said as I went to put the bow up. "She picks things up rather quickly even if through just watching others."

Of course, Sansa is talented as well though she has her own talents that don't involve fighting. Though she has improved in fighting thanks to the lessons she has taken. However, I could see hand-to-hand self-defense wasn't really her thing, so I started showing her a few other techniques she could use without using too much physical force since it wasn't her forte.

Arya on the other hand could at least deal with two to the three attackers if she must though she would be hurt during this scuffle. I even taught her how to use her a few dirtier methods for when the situation calls for it. I've also learned a few things while here when it came to combat. Ser Rodrik was an excellent instructor, and once the boys got over their fears of hurting me, they presented real challenges, which helped me improve.

"Hopefully, she can start learning how to use a sword soon." I said as I went to help the boys collect arrows. "The longer she has to wait the more impatient she becomes. So impatient she might pick up a sword on her own."

I really hoped she didn't become so impatient to the point that she started trying to teach herself. That could end very badly not just for her, but whoever might be anywhere near at the time.

"I don't think she would try something like that." Jon said as he went to put some arrows away in the barrel.

I gave him a look that asked if he was being serious, and he kind of chuckled looking as if he got my point. I felt a tug on my sleeve, so I looked to Rickon as he held a bunch of arrows out for me. I smiled while taking them from him.

"Thank-you, pup." I said ruffling his hair.

He smiled silently before going back to help Robb who was pulling out Arya's arrow from the target. I turned back to Jon about to hand him the arrows, but noticed he seemed distracted by something above us. I looked up seeing Catelyn looking down at Jon. The look wasn't exactly friendly, but she never looked at Jon with kindness. Jon looked down finally with his expression troubled. I looked at him softly while nudging his side with my elbow. He looked at me, so I gave him a kind smile. He smiled at me in return, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Don't think about it." I said. "You're pretty good at not using your head, so I'm sure it won't be hard."

Jon nudge me in retaliation for my words, which had a few giggles leaving my lips. Jon grinned in return with that sour look gone from his face, which had my smile widening.

"Good lad, go run back and get the rest." Robb said from behind us.

I looked back as Robb gently mused Rickon's hair before ushering him away. I smiled at the sight thinking Robb would make a good father someday. His and my eyes then met when he noticed me looking at him. He smiled at me as he held a few arrows in his hands. I looked away from him when Jon nudged me. I looked towards Jon as he looked into my eyes.

"How are you feeling?" Jon asked.

"Much better." I said honestly. "The shaking stopped a while ago too, which has to be a good sign."

Jon took my hand as I spoke, which had my cheeks warming. He looked closely at my hand while brushing his thumb against it.

"Good." Jon said as he looked back to my face. "You had me worried. I don't ever want to see you that upset again. I want you to be happy and smiling."

This might sound cliché, but my heart skipped a beat at his words as he started into my eyes. Our little moment was broken though when I heard the sound of footsteps nearing us. When I turned my head I saw it was Theon.

"Ah, if it isn't my favorite sea urchin." I said using my favorite nickname for him.

He hated the name, of course, but I didn't care if he liked it or not. As expected, he gave me an annoyed look.

"If you must call me some sea creature, why not after the sigil of my house?" Theon asked.

"Kraken?" I asked trying to act as casually as possible. "Krakens aren't that great. They're slimy. They have bad tempers. Also, they like to eat children."

I shuddered remembering that one time I had decided to set out to sea before I really knew better back in my world. I was nearly eaten by one of those things. Poseidon was supposed to be the chill uncle, but he still tried to get rid of me. And if he would send a kraken after me, who knows what Zeus might try to do if I ever went flying in his domain. I then blinked when seeing the odd looks I was getting.

"What?" I asked.

"You've met a Kraken before?" Theon asked skeptically.

I rolled my eyes at him wondering how many times he asked me something similar to what he's asking now. Whenever I mention some of the creatures I've come across, he's always so skeptical.

"Yes, and I would like to avoid doing so again in the future." I said. "Which is why you will never see me on a boat."

I didn't even want to go to the beach again if it could be helped. I'll just gladly stay inland where I belong. Theon chuckled.

"Looks like you actually do fear something." Theon said. "Though I think you fear the water more than what lies underneath. What's wrong, Celena? Can't swim?"

I rolled my eyes at him as I put away the arrows that Rickon have given me earlier.

"Why are you here, urchin?" I asked him instead of answering.

He smirked as if me refusing to answer, confirmed his theory of me not knowing to swim. I actually do know how to swim, but knowing to swim wouldn't save me once Poseidon decided to drown me or send a creature to eat me.

"Lord Stark wishes for Jon and Robb to settle their horses." Theon said looking towards them. "A deserter from the Night's Watch has been found."

Things grew quiet as Robb and Jon exchanged a glance as I stiffened. A deserter of the Night's Watch? It seemed odd a deserter would suddenly be found just after I had that horrific dream, isn't it? Was there a survivor from that attack? Maybe he saw the man who killed Danieryn. There was no guarantee, but I had to find out some way or another.

"I want to come too." I said stepping forward.

The boys looked at me with wide eyes. Even Theon, which was rare. Usually he didn't question my "odd" requests.

"I don't think it's a good idea for a lady to see such things." Theon said.

I blinked a bit more surprised. Now he was calling me a lady, and worried about what I'm exposed to. Something isn't right here.

"Urchin, are you not feeling well?" I asked him.

Theon frowned at my question though the look in his eyes showed me didn't budge on what he thought.

"If you have forgotten, I shall remind you." I said. "I am the Daughter of Hades—Lord of the Underworld. Death is something I'm familiar with. The causes of death I am even more familiar with. I have seen people be killed. It will not bother me."

Of course, I suppose that is a small lie. People dying does bother me since I don't like people dying. However, I also know it happens, so I don't dwell on it much. But how those men died last night…that had shaken me up. I mentally shook myself since I didn't want to think about it.

"But why do you wish to go?" Jon asked. "I can't imagine it pleases you to watch someone die."

I could tell by his look that he didn't seem pleased with the thought of me being there either. Probably because of my little episode this morning.

"Of course, it doesn't." I said. "I…I just need to be there."

That was the truth. I needed to be there. To talk to this man, and see if he could tell me more of what I saw. Of course, it'll only help if he's one of the men who had gone beyond the Wall. It was silent for a moment as Jon and Theon both looked as if they weren't going to agree with me coming.

"Very well." Robb spoke up getting us all to look at him. "You may come."

Three sets of eyes looked at him in surprise with one of those sets being my own. I wasn't expecting Robb to give me permission—not that I needed it. However, usually it was Robb trying to keep me—I suppose sheltered is the word—from certain things like this. For the longest time he still didn't want to fight me without holding back. And that time they all went hunting, he had asked I stay here because he didn't think I should see how "barbaric" the hunts could be. Really it was sweet him looking out for me, but I can take care of myself.

"If Father agrees to it." Robb added.

"And I am sure he will." I said then went to leave. "Lord Stark always says yes to me as long as my requests are reasonable."

Ned really has never told me no before. Of course, I never really ask for much, and most of my requests are reasonable.

"Because you're like one of his daughters." Robb said chuckling. "He always has had a hard time saying no to Arya and Sansa as well."

I just smiled before running off to find the Lord of Winterfell. I'm sure he'd let me come along even if it might be harder on me to be there than I let on. I wasn't a fan of seeing someone dying nor the feeling of the life leaving them. As a daughter of Hades, I can sense that very last flicker of life before there's nothing but death left. It's a cold, empty feeling that sometimes makes me feel sick depending how drawn out a person dying takes.

And if I happen to be close to the person, it hits me like a seizure sometimes causing me to react violently. Or I just get sick, or sobs just hit my body as soon as I feel it. I've always reacted this harshly to the deaths of loved ones. It's like my body can't help it. Nico's reactions to someone dying were never so strong. He does cry of course, if it's someone important, but it's like I physically can't help myself.

Hades once said it was because I have a stronger connection to people's life auras than Nico. Sensing people's life auras has always been easier for me than Nico. And Hades once said it was because I connect to those auras so easily that when they're ripped away my body doesn't know what to do at first, which triggers these "attacks" as Chiron used to call them. I've learned to control them a bit better if I focus on something else.

I find it easier to ignore or smother the feeling in battle since I have to focus on killing others and keeping myself alive. However, it's been sometime since I had to do so, which means I'm most likely out of practice. That's no good considering winter is coming. For some reason I feel like today is the fall before a harsh winter. As if something has been put into play, which is why I must go see this man who is to be killed.