Warg Maiden

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Chapter 28: Losing and Retrieving

Imogen's POV

I felt so much anger inside me that I did not want to see another Crow or a Southerner. Jon had allowed us Free Folk to give Orell a warrior's funeral. As we gathered, we cremated the remains of Orell's vessel. Many Free Folks don't give speeches or farewells to the dead. However, the Dire would sing for the dead.

I took hold of Orell and the Eagle's remains and placed them on the warrior's pyre or in this case a brazier. Tormund took hold of the torch and set the pyre. It took a moment as the flames consumed the wood before taking the vessel. I took a deep breath and started singing in the old tongue. When translated, the words I said were:

I will go to the east and to the west

From where the moon and the sun

always came.

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Fol lol the doh, fol the day

Fol the doh, fol the day

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The moon and the sun will go

And the young man with his reputation behind him

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Fol lol the doh, fol the day

Fol the doh, fol the day

Fol lol the doh, fol the day

Fol the doh, fol the day

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I will go wherever he came before

the young man and his reputation follow him.

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Fol lol the doh fol the day

Fol the doh, fol the day

After singing the song, I stared into the vessel, seeing what remained slowly turn to ash. The feathers are now gone. No one said a word as we watched the eagle turn to ash. Orell was now part of nature, alongside the old gods. He is soulfully free and not cursed by the Night King. The Old gods will guide his soul down into the earth and trees. He is one with nature and lends guidance to those seeking aid.

Once there was nothing but ash, I collected as much as possible and put it in a leather pouch. I stood up to see Jon standing on the other side and walked over to Jon.

"Take me to the top of the Wall," I said.

Jon only nodded as he led the way to the lift. We got inside and were soon lifted to the top. We did not say a word for some time, and I remained quiet, for if I spoke, I might put my limited freedom at risk.

"I'm sorry for your loss," Jon started.

"Don't," I growled.

"Imogen…" Jon said.

"You killed Orell's body," I said. "The Red Woman ended what remains of him."

I clenched my fist. The Red Woman killed Orell to torment me. She killed him to prove that her God was more powerful than the Old Gods. The Old Gods are not for dramatics. They are peaceful gods who lend their ears to those who seek guidance and give their comfort in the winds, along with a message to those who listen. They show peace and mercifulness, yet they know their ways when offended. They frown upon various actions such as incest, slavery, and kinslaying, except for war, along with the Laws of Hospitality. Let alone dare lie in front of them in front of a heart tree.

Jon sighed, knowing I spoke the truth.

When we reached the top. Jon opens the door. I stepped out and set foot on top of the Wall. I had not stepped on the Wall since the climb. Recalling the climb with Tormund, Orell, Ygritte, Jon, and me. From the climbing to the top and the descent down below. If not, I have been up here in Frigg and with the Three-Eyed Raven in visions of the past. The air was much colder, and the wind more robust than anticipated. Also, the air seemed much cleaner. It smelled crisped and clean, not the earth corrupted by the Southerners.

I walked along the path, though I noticed Jon was following me. I made my way to the west side until reaching a dead end. I faced the true north, watching the early signs of dusk. Taking hold of the pouch, I grabbed the ashes, stuck my arm out over the Wall, and let the ashes be blown away by the wind. Orell prefers creatures from the sky; his closest familiar was the Eagle.

I prayed to the Old Gods in the tongue of the children of the forest, ensuring safe travel for Orell's soul. I thought about what Orell would have said if his human vessel was still alive. Had everything gone as planned, I would have given him a chance. And on the night of the red moon, I would have allowed him to be my husband in his tribe's way. He understood me—the life of a warg.

When he was an eagle, we seemed to have grown closer. But the Red Woman had taken Orell from me, someone I cared for, the same way the Three-Eyed Raven took Bloodraven. Maybe I cannot have happiness with someone by my side. Perhaps my fate is to fight in the Great War and die.

The ashes kept being blown away.

I gave half the ashes to the sky.

"Fly free," I whispered.

Afterward, I continued to watch the sunset.

Jon remained where he was, giving me distance and some privacy. When the sun vanished, Frigg came down, landing on my shoulder. She hooted, nudging my head to provide comfort, and I petted her. We stood there until twilight. Afterward, we made our way down.

Jon remained silent.

I did not want him to talk.

By the time we reached the bottom, we had stepped out, and I looked at Jon.

"Tomorrow, we will go into the Haunted Forest where Mance's camp used to be." I finally said.

"Why?" Jon asked.

"To get my spear," I answered.

"I'm sure I can get you another one," Jon offered.

I shook my head, glaring at him, "This one can kill White Walkers."

Jon stared at me, surprised at what I said.

.o0o.

The following day, Jon collected me from my assigned room. I did not say a word as we headed down to the courtyard. Though I made a detour to the stables. I saw Skadi and Valko in a small stall. They were cramped, not having enough space to move. A lock on the door made it difficult to get them out. I stared at Jon.

"Let them out," I said bitterly.

The stable master was hesitant. But Jon nodded, ordering to let the wolves out. The Crow gave me a glare, but I ignored it. He unlocked the door and opened it. I walked in, seeing the black and gray wolves giving a growl, though they stopped when they saw me. I stepped between them and hugged the wolves.

I felt Skadi's discomfort through the bond and tried to help her spiritually. Now, I will get her and Valko out. I rubbed Skadi's neck, which she nudged against me. She sniffed, smelling my scent, getting reacquainted, and Valko did the same from behind. I smiled a little, for I felt safer between two direwolves than anywhere else.

I looked at the two wolves, "Do you know where my father hid the spear?"

The wolves nodded.

I patted them before leading the wolves out. The Crow stable master stumbled back, yet Jon remained where he was. As the white wolf came over to him. I have spotted this wolf around Skadi and recall Jon mentioning he has a Direwolf. This wolf must be Ghost. Although young, he was an albino wolf with white fur and red eyes. He was on the smaller side, though he would be large one day.

Jon led the way to the gate. A Crow, known as Edd, stood there holding a torch. He looked at me, giving a slight scowl. It took me a moment to recognize him. I saved him one time while his men tried to attack me. When he was wounded, I treated him and gave him the mark so he wouldn't fall victim to the curse. He probably hasn't forgiven me since I used a knife instead of tattooing his skin.

"Are you sure about this," Edd asked.

"Yes," Jon answered.

Edd nodded, taking the torch and leading the way through the Wall. We walked through the tunnel. The wolves stayed close to me, guarding me away from the two Crows who were up ahead. I took deep breaths, suppressing all my emotions. The tunnel was dark and cold as the ice was carved through, the torches illuminating now and then. There was an iron gate halfway through, except it was torn down. No doubt, this was where Mag Mar Tun Doh Weg managed to break through, only to be stopped by the Crows. I did a silent prayer for Mag the Mighty.

When we reached the other end, Edd raised the torch, waving it to signal the crows on the other end to open the gate. It took a moment as the gate rose, and bright light consumed the tunnel. I blinked a few times until they adjusted to see the True North. The air became colder as winter drowned these lands.

The wolves and I made our way out. A presence could be felt. As the Night King's curse, slight suffocation laced the earth, conflicting with the Old Gods. I took a deep breath and climbed onto Skadi's back. The wolf turns as Jon and Edd's eyes widen to see me on the direwolf.

"Well, are you coming?" I challenged Jon.

"I'm a bit big for Ghost," Jon stated.

"I'm sure if you are nice, Valko might let you ride him." I countered.

Jon hesitated, looking at the gray wolf. Valko gave a warning growl as he knelt down to allow Jon to hop on. Jon was a bit hesitant as he approached the older wolf. He looked at me, still questioning if this was wise. I rolled my eyes and told Skadi to move. Not a second longer, the black direwolf was running through the field rapidly. Not a moment longer, I could hear Valko behind us. I looked over my shoulder to see Jon was riding the gray direwolf.

We made our way to the Haunted Forest, where Mance Rayder's camp used to be. There were still remains of tattered tents and debris from Stannis's attack. Yet, Skadi and Valko continued to lead where Fenrir hid my spear. As he told me, he managed to hide it before the cavalry arrived, and he did not want to risk the sacred spear being taken by a Southerner.

The wolves stopped at an old tree. Once, there used to be a five-pointed weirwood tree. Weirwood trees would be white bark with five-pointed, blood-red leaves and sap. However, this tree was old, as if it had witnessed so much it hadn't given up on thriving. The bark was gray, and the leaves were five-pointed; the color was comparable to a maroon.

Skadi and Valko knelt down, allowing Jon and me to get off.

Jon was panting, "Valko might have ruined horses for me."

I snorted, shaking my head, "Wait until Ghost is that size."

Jon's lips twitched at the thought of riding Ghost.

Anyway, I made my way over to the weirwood tree. I could feel the spiritual connection from the weirwood tree. I walked closer, placing my hand on the tree and linking it to the sacred power. I closed my eyes and connected to the tree to see its memory. One of the few abilities I have from the Three-Eyed Raven.

As I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head. I saw a vision of my father coming here at night before the attack. Fenrir got off of Valko, holding the dragonglass spear. He made his way over, kneeling before the sacred tree, giving the prayer, and asking the tree to hide this weapon. There was a moment of silence until the wind blew, and the leaves to one of the branches fell. Fenrir nodded as he climbed onto the tree and, taking a piece of leather rope, tied the spear to the branch where it could not be seen.

Disconnecting from the tree, I thanked it before climbing up the branches to the branch that held my spear. I stopped when I saw it as if staring at an old friend. I had spent months not having it in my possession, knowing it would be more helpful to Fenrir than me on the other side of the Wall. The staff was intact, as I could see the runes the Children had carved on it, and the spear point was massive, narrow, and made of obsidian.

"Found it?" Jon asked.

I nodded, untying the strap and lowering it so Jon could grab it. Once he got it, I made my way down to the snow-covered ground. Jon handed me back the spear, which surprised me as I thought he would confiscate it.

"So, this spear can kill White Walkers?" Jon asked.

"I killed two with the spear and one with Dark Sister," I answered.

"Dark Sister?" Jon asked, surprised. "A sword."

I nodded.

"But not all swords can kill them," I added.

Jon frowned, trying to figure it out. I don't know how Dark Sister could kill a White Walker or a Wight, but somehow, it could. The blade vibrated against the White Walker's sword, shattering it and penetrating quickly into the Other. But now, thanks to Stannis, we have lost an essential weapon. And the only protection I have now is my spear.

Nothing else to say. We got on the backs of the direwolves and made our way back to Castle Black. Edd was waiting for us, as the gate had not closed. He looked at me with the spear, which Jon nodded, ensuring all was well. Edd only nodded back as we made our way through the tunnel.

As we continued to walk through, I was lost in thought about my situation. I was Jon's ward if not prisoner, yet he had let me collect my weapon and let the direwolves out. Jon is an enigma to me—someone who shows mixed emotions about trust or killing.

When we reached the other side of the Wall and entered the courtyard, the Crows stared at me, holding a weapon. I ignored them and noticed the main gate to the southern world was open. Valko looked at me in question. He had been too far away from Fenrir and had lasted this long because of me. I stared at Jon, who noticed this. Jon hesitated, looking at Ghost, who nodded.

Thus, we walked Valko to the main gate. I petted his neck, which he gave a slight purr.

"Let them know I am fine for now," I told him.

Valko nodded, then glared at Jon, giving a warning growl before heading west to the Nightfort.

"If I didn't know any better, I don't think he likes me," Jon said.

"He doesn't like Crows," I replied, making my way back.

Jon sighed, knowing that was true. Basically, any of the Free Folk doesn't like crows.

I headed back to my room to prepare for what was to come.

.o0o.

The following day, I went to the library to see Maester Aemon. He did not come to check on my condition last night. Only Sam with Gilly and her son. Sam had mentioned that Maester Aemon was not doing well. That age was coming up to him.

Something told me that death was near for the Maester. Even though he was a Crow, he was a healer who had lived a long life and knew someone. He knew Bloodraven. As he mentioned, I was carrying his sword. It only felt right to let the elderly man know the fate of his once kin.

When I entered the library, I found Maester Aemon wrapped in furs and blankets by the fire. No longer did he look so merry. No, he looked tired. As aged worn his expression. A face I have seen many before in the elders of Lunar Haven. Not many Free Folks live a long life; only a few tribes have their elders, and they are respected amongst many. No matter what clan or tribe, someone old with white hair is held in the highest regard.

"Maester Aemon," I called out softly.

My voice broke his trance as his head turned to the direction of where I stood. Pale eyes, though murky, seemed to notice where I was.

"Ah, Imogen," Maester Aemon replied. "Care to join me."

I came over and sat down on a stool. My eyes wandered around, seeing all these books. I have seen books and shelves before and even learned how to read. Yet the difference between the south side of the Wall was strange to document history.

"What brings you here?" he asked. "It seems you have left your cage so freely."

"I came to see you," I answered.

Maester Aemon smiled, "Is that so."

"Yes," I confirmed.

"I have heard what happened to your eagle friend," he noted sadly. "I am sorry."

I took a deep breath and nodded, "Orell's soul is in a better place now."

Maester Aemon nodded.

We stayed silent for a few moments. The only sound you can hear is the crackling of the fire.

"There is something you wish to tell me," he murmured.

I sighed, "You mentioned the previous owner of Dark Sister."

"Yes, Ser Brynden Rivers," he said fondly, though with a hint of sadness. "Also known as Bloodraven." His gaze turned to the warmth of the fire. "I was nineteen when I finished my chains. My brother Maekar wanted me to be Grand Maester and be part of his Council. But I refused; instead, I served my eldest brother, Prince Daeron, until his death. Many had chosen me to relinquish my vows and become king, but I refused. Aegon deserved it. So I requested to be sent to the Wall and join the Night's Watch, so I would not be used in a plot to usurp my brother. Bryden accompanied me to the Wall. We relied on each other, especially when he became the Lord Commander. Until he vanished, ranging beyond the Wall."

I nodded, sensing the two were close. Bloodraven mentions he had one family member when he served the Night's Watch. And though he kept watching over Aemon, it was never the same. As Brynden remained trapped in a realm while Aemon moved forward in time.

"You told Stannis you found Dark Sister under a Weirwood tree," Maester Aemon added. "That there were no remains."

I took a deep breath and reached over to take his frail hands. "What I'm about to say must stay between you and me."

Maester Aemon comprehended my words and nodded. Looking around, making sure we were alone and no one in the halls, I told him. I told Maester Aemon what happened to Brynden Rivers. How Bloodraven became the vessel for the Three-Eyed Raven. Maester Aemon sat there, listening closely, never interrupting to ask questions. After a time, he remained quiet.

Until he said, "Brynden knew things before they happened or had the knowledge of it. Many thought he was a sorcerer."

I squeezed his hand, "No, he had greensight. The last greenseer living with the Children of the Forest in a cave beyond the Wall."

Maester Aemon nodded, "Will he find peace?"

I paused, unsure how to respond, "I do not know."

Maester Aemon nodded as he squeezed my hand, "Thank you, Imogen."

"For what?" I asked.

"In bringing solace to this old man," he answered.

This Crow is supposed to be my enemy. And yet, since meeting him, he shows no judgment. Then again, he vows to serve the realm of men and heal those in need. Sensing death was near, I stood up and licked my thumb and finger before tracing the healer's mark on his forehead.

Chanting in the Old Tongue, the prayer for a peaceful life and death. Praying to the Old Gods to let this man die in peace and not a painful death. My eyes watered, and my throat clenched. I shouldn't feel this way for a Crow. But he is the first Southerner who treated me as an equal.

Once I finished, Maester Aemon took my hand and said, "Bring your people south and far away from here."

"I will try," I murmured.

Maester Aemon nodded, giving a sad smile.

.o0o.

Jon's POV

In the next few days, Jon had made the arrangements for the departure to Eastwatch- By-The-Sea, where Stannis's fleet was waiting. Some of the Free Folk Prisoners, Tormund, Imogen, and volunteered brothers, would be joining him. The Council disapproved of this, yet Jon placed command until his return to Ser Alliser.

He looked to see Edd and Gared bring Tormund out. Although Jon had removed the shackles off of Tormund during the meeting a few days ago, a conflict after Orell's funeral resulted in Tormund being shackled again. The tall man glared down at Jon to release him from these shackles and a silent reminder of what had been agreed upon.

Jon nodded to Edd to remove the shackles from Tormund. Edd sighed as he moved around, taking the key and removing the shackles. Tormund looked around until spotting Ser Alliser. Tormund spread his arms out in the First Ranger's direction to add salt to the wound. Since Tormund severely injured Ser Alliser during the Battle of Castle Black. Edd noticed this and shoved Tormund to the horses, where Imogen was next to Skadi.

Jon made his way over to Ser Alliser.

"First Ranger, you have command of Castle Black," Jon said with formality.

"Lord Commander, it is my duty to tell you I believe this mission to be reckless, foolhardy, and an insult to all the brothers who have died fighting the wildlings." Ser Alliser said.

Jon looked around, noticing Olly glaring in their direction and a few brothers. He turned his attention to Ser Alliser, "As always, thank you for your honesty."

Jon left, making his way to Sam.

"Safe travels, Lord Commander," Sam said.

Jon smiled a little, "Thank you, Sam."

"Oh, um…" Sam mumbled, lifting a leather bag and handing it to Jon.

Jon took the bag, opened the flap, and pulled out a dragonglass dagger. Jon was surprised to see one since the closest he had was Imogen's spear. He heard Sam had found some with Joramun's horn at the Fist of the First Men.

"It's dragonglass," Sam confirmed. "It's what I used to kill the White Walker."

Jon stared at the black carved dagger. Obsidian is made from volcanic glass. He recalls King Stannis stating there are many tiny shards in Dragonstone. He assumed they were not big enough to use as a weapon, except for the arrow tip. Still, Jon appreciates having these daggers and spearheads since they won't have any other protection than Imogen's spear.

Jon nodded as he put the dagger back in the bag.

"I hope you don't need them," Sam said with a hint of worry.

"Me, too," Jon said before hugging Sam.

Since joining the Night's Watch, Sam has been the closest thing to a brother. They have grown closer after losing Grenn and Pyp. They had made a new one with Edd, yet it was not the same as all four were from the group. They are the only ones left in the friendship they made.

So, patting Sam on the back, Jon pulled away and mounted his horse. Jon looked at Sam one more time, who nodded to him before leading the party out of Castle Black. Ignoring all the glares, Jon had decided yet again to leave Ghost. He had a feeling Sam could use the protection for Gilly and Little Sam as he stared at the White Direwolf at the gate.

"Be good, you hear," Jon told Ghost.

Ghost gave a whimper but nodded.

Jon gave her furry brother a smile before leading the way to Eastwatch.


For those who are wondering, Imogen is a Warg. When she was under the Three-Eyed Raven and the Children's care, she inherited some greensight. However, her greensight is rare and taxing. The children taught her how to use it properly when touching a weirwood or heart tree so she does not get the side effects from the sight, as she has seizures.

The song used is Harry's Game, and I used the translated version.

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