Author's Notes: Hey everyone, I hope all is going well. As always Martin and HBO owns the original material.
Sansa took a deep breath, steeling herself and spoke to Maester Dontin, making sure that her voice was free of any of the misgivings that she felt.
"Send him in." He bowed and left. Once he was gone she sat down and took a deep breath in an effort to steady her nerves. She knew what was coming and she wished that it was not so. The last vision had been horrible, indeed it still gave her nightmares from time to time. Even now, she felt the urge to call her guards and tell them to send Barth away, but she did not. Jon's letter meant that the danger which she had long expected and feared had come and she needed to know what was coming and this was the only way which she could think of to find out.
So instead of sending him away she prepared to receive him. It was a clear day with the sun shining through the window, which was not inducive to the image which she wished to project. The only thing which she could think to do was to move her chair, which fortunately was not too heavy, into a corner of the room where there were more shadows. Once there she had Silver lay down at her feet and waited. As she did so she attempted to compose her face into a sufficiently witch-like appearance. Fortunately, she did not have long to wait.
Maester Dontin soon returned with the smuggler. Barth, for his part, did not appear to have lost any of his fear of Sansa and stayed as close to the door as possible. Sansa took little please in this, focusing instead on the bundle which he carried. She looked at, fear and loathing coiling like snakes in her stomach. At last she looked up from it to the man himself.
"You have it?" She asked, in what she hoped was a low and eerie tone of voice, even though she could clearly see that he had. He swallowed, his face going still paler and nodded.
"Indeed, m'ladly. Right here." Trying to stay as far away as possible he moved forward to place it on the table and then hastily backed away. Sansa stared at it for a moment and then looked back at the men.
"Very good. Maester Dontin, pay the man." She turned her focus to Barth.
"Go to White Harbor and remain there till I call for you again." Barth bowed and hurried off as quickly as possible. Maester Dontin half turned to follow Barth, but then paused and turned back to Sansa.
"Forgive me, my lady, but I feel that I must speak.
"I feel that this course of action is a mistake. The visions of the Wine of the Warlocks are not to be trusted any more than the hallucinations brought on by strong drink. I do not claim to fully understand all that is happening, but I do know that in this time of crisis we must be led by calm logic, not the ravings of foreign mysticism." Sansa stared at him for a moment without saying anything.
His words made sense and in truth and she feared what she would see and so she wanted to heed his warning. But, she could not. She needed to see what was to come. She would not be helpless and she would not be ruled by fear as she had been as a child.
"Thank you, Maester Dontin, I truly value your advice. However; I believe you to be wrong in this regard and I feel that this is something I have to do." Seeing his look of disappointment and disapproval she hastily added.
"I will count on you to advise me on how to intrepid them and what to do about them." She smiled at him in a reassuring manner.
"I need someone to keep me grounded." He looked far from happy, though somewhat mollified. He bowed and left. Once he was gone she bolted the door and closed the shutters, she did not want what was to come next to be seen. That done she looked at what Barth had brought. There were several bottles of the liquid. She was not sure how much of the substance she had to take, Euron had not measured it out when he had forced it down her throat. At last she filled half a goblet and hoped that it would be enough. She stared at it for a moment, a look of distance on her face. She took a deep breath, then another and forced herself to down it in one gulp. It tasted as vile as last time. She dropped the goblet as the visions began.
She was standing in the snow and before her was the Wall. It was the dead of night, but it was not completely dark. Around her were people, people which she knew. On her left was Jon, to her left the King. Around them were others whom she did not know. They all blazed with light, bright red flames which seemed to burn the very darkness. Looking behind her she saw more fires in the distance, though she could not see their sources. Then, as in her previous vision, the cracks began to appear in the Wall. They spread quickly and as before the Wall collapsed. Shards and chunks of if flew all around her, but she felt none of them strike her. This time when the Wall collapsed she could see what lay beyond.
It was a cloud of what Sansa could only describe as a wall of cold and darkness flowing through the gap towards the lights. Around her the men drew their swords, Jon's burning with a harsh white light. As the cloud touched them the lights went out. The darkness spread and spread with more and more lights going out and the darkness growing. As cold sank into her bones Sansa turned to see the lights behind her also going out. Somehow she knew that if those lights were to go out, they would never be ignited again.
This was no good. She had seen all of this before, it was not showing her anything which she could use to prevent it from happening. What good were these visions if they were not going to show her what she needed to see?
"IS THERE NO WAY TO PREVENT THIS!" She screamed to the wind and the cold. She cried out more in frustration than in any expectation that she would receive an answer.
"No." Said a voice which, while low, she could hear perfectly and which cut her with a cold beyond any she had felt before. Then the last of the lights went out and she was plunged into complete darkness.
Author's Notes: Hey everyone, I hoped you liked it. Just a little Christmas present for my readers. I hope that you enjoyed it and that you had a good Christmas. I hope so and I wish you all a Happy New Year and may it be better than the next.