{LOST - win or die}
The rumble and the rush of waves a reminder of childhood days running along the beaches near Casterly Rock, Jaime Lannister found himself in a place unfamiliar- where it was in the south he could not say, if indeed he found himself there. Far from the Westerlands, that at least I know for certain. The sand soft and warm beneath his boots, and his sword a welcome comfort at his side despite his lack of a swordhand, emeralds searched the area around him for the sight of anyone or anything. Something of which to give answers he so desperately needed in that moment.
After what seemed hours of searching, his frustration had hit his peak and Jaime's boot met the wood of one of the trees closest to him as he struck out at in in anger. It was only then, when something stirred elsewhere, did Jaime turn as quick as a cat- having heard the snap of a twig beneath a boot.
It was then that his eyes locked with the eyes of another.