Author's Notes: Hey everyone, sorry that it has been so long I hope that this makes up for it. As always I own nothing. Warning: blood and gore
Sansa ran through the burning camp, desperate to get away from the thing which pursued her. She was not aided in this by the fact that she was wearing a dress while he had free use of his legs. His legs were also far longer than hers, meaning that he did not even have to make an effort to keep up with her. Fortunately he did not seem interested in catching her right away, being content to merely keep up with her. Several times he was attacked, but both times he cut the attackers down with minimum effort. What frightened Sansa the most was that while the attackers yelled and roared like those around them the man himself remained silent, though he was always smiling. At last he spoke in the voice which she had already come to hate and fear.
"A fine chase, little witch, but I fear that all pleasantries, like the world itself must end."
"What are you?" Sansa had meant to ask who he was, but 'What' seemed more appropriate. His smiled seemed to broaden to an unnaturally wide degree. The effect was to make him look completely inhuman, rather as if he was something wearing a human form.
"What am I?" He said in tone of voice which might have been pleasant, if it were not so terrifying.
"I have many names. I am the storm witch. The first storm, and the last. The herald of ten thousand gods." This last was said with an ironic laugh. "And herald of the world be spoken by the bleeding star."
"What are you talking about?" Sansa asked, convinced that he was quite mad.
"These are the last days little witch. While you and the others fight for that iron chair this world and its gods shall die and from the blood a new world and a new god shall rise. And I foresee that you shall play a role in what is to come." He stared at her, as if considering something, or listening to a voice that she could not hear.
"I could take you with me, it might be easier, but I think not. I believe that I will let you run for a little longer before I collect you at the end. But first, I want you to see." So saying he sheathed his sword and drew a flask from his belt.
Sansa tried to crawl away, but he lunged forward and caught her. Grasping her by the neck he hoisted her up and forced the contents down her throat. At first it tasted like the ink which Arya had once slipped into her drink when she was angry with Sansa. While it tasted like ink at first it soon began to taste of a number of things which Sansa had eaten and drunk before, as well as tastes which she could not identify. Then she forgot all about the taste.
She was no longer before King's Landing, she was in the North, or at least she thought she was. Confused she looked around and saw the Wall, though she had never been to it what lay before her could be nothing else. Laughter was heard behind her and she spun around. Sitting on the frozen ground was the Iron Throne, though one grown to the size of the Queen's dragons. Impaled on the spikes of the throne were numerous corpses. Some she did not recognize, others she knew all too well.
Her mother's lifeless body hung next to her father's, she knew it though his head was nowhere to be seen. There was Robb, his wolf's head in place of his own. Bran hung listless, blades piercing his withered legs. Hanging beside him was Rickon, blades through his eyes, near enough to Brandon's body that it looked as if they were locked in an obscene embrace. There were more bodies besides: There was Arya, there was King Stannis, his heart pierced and many more people whom she did not recognize.
Nor where humans the only beings impaled. The Seven were there, just as lifeless, as was a face from a weirwood. Also there were other beings whom Sansa did not recognize: Beings with wings, one with the head of a lion, another wit the head of goat. All of these, horrific as they were, were dwarfed by the being in the center of the throne. Seated upon the throne was the man, though he too had grown to match the throne. His size was not the only thing which had changed about him, his face seemed wrong somehow, it was as if his face was made of wax and that wax had been held too near a candle and had begun to run.
Even as Sansa stared things began to change. The sky grew dark red and on the throne the various wounds split open even wider and blood flowed freely from them. The blood hit the ground and flowed out. It lapped at Sansa's feet and she screamed as the blood was so hot it burned her. The blood, far more than there should have been, continued to flow towards the Wall. When the blood reached it the blood began to climb up the Wall in bloody rivets. As these climbed the Wall began to steam and hiss and when the blood reached the top the Wall slip apart and collapsed. As the Wall fell the blood and everything else grew cold as ice and Sansa began to shiver. As the blood continued to rise the figure on the throne began to laugh.
"BEHOLD!" It cried out. "THE DEATH OF THE OLD AND THE BIRTH OF THE NEW!" As he spoke he began to change.
Starting with the eyepatch his face began to melt and split. From the open a shadow poured out and as it did so it grew and continued to grow to it seemed to fill the whole sky, all was black save for two ice-white eyes. These seemed to notice her and the cold eyes locked with hers. Once she looked into them she found that she could not move, like a bird pinned in place by the gaze of a serpent. The blood continued to rise, yet she could not move. The blood flowed over her, into her mouth, ears and eyes and still all she could do was stare at those cold, terrible orbs while all the while the laughter continued. Then everything went mercifully black.
Author's Notes: Remember kids shade of the evening: not even once. Seriously though I know it may seemed a bit contrived, but I wanted to have the visions, but I did not think having her be a prisoner again would be a good thing. What did you think of it? Let me know in the comments. Till next time please pray for the Pakistani woman on trial for her faith, the Christians in Nigeria and all who need prayer. Bye and have a good day.