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The grey sky hung heavy and low, a thick blanket that pressed down against the earth, reluctant to yield to the encroaching darkness of night. Hodor, Rickon, and Shaggy's dog had been absent for far too long, scouring the surrounding woods in search of food. Left behind were only Bran, who remained under Osha's vigilant watch, and Summer, the direwolf, who patrolled the area with a low, steady growl that resonated in the eerie stillness.

As twilight deepened, an unnatural chill seeped into the air, cutting through the last remnants of warmth. Osha tightened her grip on her spear, her senses on high alert as she caught Summer's instinctive reaction a sudden shift in stance, ears pricked, her gaze fixed intently on the dense thickets beyond.

Bran pressed himself against the rough bark of the ancient tree, heart racing, pulse quickening as he strained to catch any sign of movement. The world around him felt charged with palpable tension, a deep-rooted instinct urging him to stay still and vigilant. Then, in the dim light filtering through the leaves, he finally caught sight of it a sliver of movement, a low rustle that hinted at something lurking just beyond the trees, waiting in the shadows.

A shadow glided gracefully between the trees, exuding an otherworldly presence that felt both ghost-like and ethereal. It moved with an eerie silence, disturbing neither the branches nor the leaves, as if it floated through this realm without truly belonging to it.

Eventually, the shadow took form, revealing a tall man with striking blonde hair, dressed in heavy green garments that blended seamlessly with the forest around him. His attire seemed almost like armour, designed for both protection and camouflage. As he stepped closer, the tension in the air shifted, prompting Summer to bark sharply and growl defensively, her instincts on high alert in the presence of this enigmatic stranger.

Osha lept into action and pressed her spear to the back of the man's neck, "Not another step boy. Unless you want to drown in your own blood."

"I'm Unarmed." He answered,

"That was poor planning,"

"We, have no need for weapons."

"Then you're a fool, boy."

He scoffed, "If you wanted me dead you'd have killed me already,"

"Who are you?" Bran ordered, "Why are you here?"

He glared at Osha who moved back her spear, he took slow and confident steps to Summer as the dire wolf barked and growled, but he simply held out his hand, "You must be Summer." The wolf sniffed at his hand and turned tail cuddling up to Bran's leg.

"Why are you here?"

"We have come a long way to find you, Brandon." He said, "And we have much farther to go."

"Who are you."

"I am Jojen of House Reed Son Of Howland Reed,"

"How-Howland. You're Howland Reed's son."

"Correct. And this is my lady of the stars, My wife. Y/n." Jojen turned,

As if summoned by the mere mention of her name, a striking woman appeared at the edge of the clearing behind Osha. Her long, fiery Y/H/C hair was intricately braided, cascading down her back like a vibrant river. She wore a flowing gown of deep purple, its rich fabric contrasting beautifully with the surrounding foliage. However, the hem of her gown was stained with mud, suggesting she had traversed through the elements to reach this hidden sanctuary. The air seemed to shift around her, lending an air of mystery to her presence.

"The Wolf follows the bird in hopes of flying," she said, "He will fall if he doesn't see the sky."

"We know where you are going Brandon, and you are going to need our help," Jojen told him,

I strolled along the narrow path flanked by lush green grass, feeling the warmth of the sun on my face. Jojen's hand was clasped tightly in mine, a comforting presence as we enjoyed the peaceful afternoon. Ahead of us, Rickon dashed excitedly, his laughter ringing out as Shaggydog bounded playfully beside him, their bond evident in every leap and bark.

Meanwhile, Bran stood a short distance away, his gaze focused and intense. I could almost sense the quiet power he wielded as he communicated with the wolves. With a subtle gesture, he instructed them to keep a watchful eye on Rickon, ensuring his little brother would be safe during his games. The air was filled with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant birdsong, creating a serene backdrop to our small adventure in the world of the forest.

"You can get inside his head, see behind his eyes," Jojen said,

"Only in my dreams,"

"That's how it'll start until you learn to control it,"

"All good things begin in dreams," I smiled, "Only once the dreams begin in the day can we start to walk."

Jojen chuckled and softly squeezed my hand,

"Does she… always say things like that?" Bran asked,

Jojen tenderly smiled, "My lady of the stars has been gifted all her life, she sees even what I cannot."

"The three-eyed raven?" Bran asked,

"He comes to us all." Jojen nodded, "Some more than others."

"For why does he come to me?"

"He pays his debts for those who fly." I smiled,

"The Raven brings the sight, he has visited me, visited Y/n and now he comes for you. All of us are right where we should be."

"For what reason?" Bran asked,

"I know not his reasons, but I am sure they are just whatever they are. We saw him together. So the path must now be walked… together." Jojen smiled pressing a gentle kiss to my hand, "The sight will come to you. In time."

"…I think it already has." Bran sighed, "I- I dreamt of how my father died."

"You didn't dream it you saw it."

"Lion-wearing antlers mocks the very wolves it stands on. He shall fall between the roses and they will strangle him dead." I smiled,

"Yes my love," Jojen cooed kissing my cheek, "The sight is powerful, many can see through animals' eyes in their dreams but few see the world the way we do. We see things, and they can be happening now, happening years before, a thousand miles away or what has not yet come to pass. You saw your father die. As did I."

"You saw my father's death?"

"I did." Jojen nodded, "When… I told my father about your father. It was the first time in my life I saw him cry."

I squeezed Jojen's arm tightly making him smile once more, and pet my head gently,

"Your father is Howland Reed?"

"Indeed he is."

"He fought at my father's side in the rebellion."

"You're father told you about the rebellion? Mine never did." Jojen chuckled, "But I saw that too."

"What else do you see?"

"Whatever the gods allow."

I sat beside the crackling fire, mesmerized by the way the logs and twigs surrendered to the dancing flames, their orange glow flickering against the darkening sky. The warmth of the fire wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, but my attention was focused on Jojen, who lay peacefully asleep against the sturdy trunk of the tree nearby. Our hands were entwined, his small fingers resting in mine.

Suddenly, I felt his grip tighten unexpectedly, sending a ripple of concern through me. I turned towards him, my heart racing, and hurried to his side, kneeling in the soft, damp earth to see what had stirred him from his rest.

"What's happening!" Bran asked in a panic,

As Jojen began to shift and jitter his body spasming and seizing,

"The raven makes him fly tonight," I answered holding Jojen in my arms as I always did making sure he would not hurt himself,

"The visions… he's having one now?"

I nodded gently, observing as Jojen slowly began to reconnect with the reality around him. His eyelids fluttered, and a faint tremor ran through him. I reached out, my fingers gliding softly through his hair, soothing the strands that clung to his forehead. As he struggled to sit up, I supported him, helping him balance against me. When he finally focused on my face, a spark of recognition lit his eyes. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly to his chest. I could feel the warmth of his heartbeat steadying, and to ease his unease, I leaned in close and whispered sweet nothings into his ear gentle words meant to reassure him, to remind him that he was safe with me.

"What did you see?" Bran asked,

"… We must leave. As soon as dawn breaks." Was all he answered with, Pulling me tighter to his chest and kissing my head,

We found ourselves trapped north of the wall, thrown into a damp and dark pigsty, the kind where the walls seemed to breathe with the moisture of the earth. The air was suffocating, thick with the pungent stench of hay, manure, and decay. As we struggled to make sense of our surroundings, a group of old men stepped forward, their weathered faces etched with lines of hardship and resilience, their fierce eyes glinting with suspicion.

With surprising swiftness, they captured us, binding our hands tightly with rough, coarse rope that bit into our skin. Their grip was unyielding, a clear sign of the power they wielded in this desolate place. As they encircled us, they demanded answers in guttural voices that resonated like gravel crunching underfoot.

"What are you doing so north of the wall? You're not wildlings. So… Tell me why you're here?"

"Our business is our own," Bran told him,

"Is it now."

"Hodor!" Hordor shouted in panic,

"Shut your halfwit up. Or I'll sew his mouth shut."

"Hordor, enough," Bran told him silencing him,

"Will your friends be of more help I wonder?"

He turned to Jojen, who glared the man down and even in his bound state put himself between the man and me,

"Where are you going? And why are you here?"

"Our business is ours." Jojen snapped back,

"Is it now… will she tell me?"

"You stay the hell away from her."

"Should I now? Why? Will she tell me what I want to know?"

"No."

"I bet she would. Given… the right kind of persuasion."

"You will not lay a hand on my wife."

"Wife? Now now, hardly fair to keep a pretty thing like that all to yourself. That's not how it works up here north of the wall boy." He smirked, "You have to share your pretty girls." He grabbed me by my arm and I screamed as he tossed my bound body across the sty hooking my bound hands above my head,

"No!" Bran shouted,

"Let her go!" Jojen demanded,

"Whyever would I do that? Rare we get such pretty things up here. I shouldn't waste such an opportunity," He smirked, "Hello pretty girl."

"The crows come for the pigs. Bacon will be served tonight." I told him, "And the pig bones were left to freeze."

"what the fuck does that mean?" He chuckled,

"She's saying you'll die tonight." Jojen laughed, "You and all your men will die. And when you die, the snow will fall and bury your bones. We've seen it,"

he laughed, "What are you then? A band of wizards and warlocks? and your pretty little witch?" He chuckled trying to remove my clothes,

"Leave her!" Jojen demanded,

"We're traveling to the fist!" Bran shouted, "There I told you now leave her alone."

"Why?"

"We have our reasons."

Just then the sounds began outside,

"The crows come" I giggled,

He bolted to go see what was going on, We took our chance and got free managing to escape out into the dark snow during the attack,

"Are you alright?" Jojen asked holding me tightly,

I nodded and gave him a tender kiss as we headed into the night,

I sat quietly, enveloped in the warmth of the fire and tightly cuddled in Jojen's arms. The flames flickered, casting dancing shadows around us, while he gently ran his fingers through my hair, trying to soothe my anxious heart. We both understood that these small gestures provided little real comfort, for the weight of what lay ahead loomed over us like a dark cloud. Each precious moment we had before dawn was a gift, one that we knew we must savour fully. It would be our final night together, our last shared dawn, our last tender kisses before the inevitable morning we had always feared.

We exchanged loving words and sweet whispers, recounting memories and feelings as if we could somehow hold on to the time we had left. Each kiss was filled with emotion sweet and tearful, a mixture of love and sorrow.

As the first light of dawn began to seep through the darkness, a heavy sense of loss washed over me, threatening to spill tears from my eyes. I knew that this was the way it had to be; it had always been this way, a bittersweet cycle we could not escape.

We carefully packed our belongings, the sound of rustling fabric and crunching snow beneath our feet breaking the silence of the early morning. Hand in hand, we walked through the pristine snow, our footsteps leaving brief imprints in the untouched landscape. We paused at the edge of a clearing, gazing up at the majestic tree we had travelled so far to reach, the symbol of our shared journey.

As the others moved forward, drawn to the tree's ancient presence, Jojen and I lingered, reluctant to part ways. We shared a lingering look that spoke volumes a silent conversation filled with all the things we couldn’t say, a mix of love, longing, and the bittersweet understanding of what was to come.

"I love you, I have always loved you, My sweet lady of the stars. My wife. my Y/n." he cooed pressing his forehead to mine,

"My Jojen," I cooed back hugging him as tight as I could,

"I will see you soon. I know it."

I nodded as he gently wiped the tears from my cheeks, and we shared a soft, loving kiss that felt both tender and desperate. The cold air hung around us as we began to make our way down the slope, walking carefully across the fragile ice toward the ancient tree that loomed ahead. Suddenly, the sound of cracking ice echoed ominously through the stillness, sending a chill down my spine as I realized the walkers were breaking through and preparing to attack.

My heart raced, and I felt a deep reluctance to let go of his hand, the warmth of his grip both comforting and grounding. But I could see the urgency in Jojen's eyes, pleading with me to understand the gravity of our situation. We both knew what had to be done.

With one lingering kiss, one that held all the unsaid promises and fears, I reluctantly released his hand, leaving him with the sword that felt heavy with responsibility. Panic surged within me as I took hold of Bran's cart, urging Hodor to move quickly. Together, we raced toward the cave nestled within the roots of the great tree, urgency driving us as the distant sounds of chaos grew louder behind us.

"Y/n! You can't! Jojen-" Bran began,

"He has known. As have I." I told him,

he looked at me and he understood, even if it broke him.

Once Inside the cave safely I looked back and watched as Jojen fell tears flooded my face as they had a hundred times before whenever I had seen this moment,

"Y/n NO!" Bran yelled as I broke from his grip and ran.

I ran as fast as my feet would carry me to his trembling body,

"You know you can't save me…" He gasped,

"I know…" I nodded, "But the gods can give the stars a moment to cry." I wept holding him tightly,

He held me and wiped my tears, "You must go." he whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too," I whispered,

"This is not goodbye… I'll see you soon."

I nodded,

With the last of his strength, he kissed me before he fell down onto the ice,

I screamed and cried enough to shatter the very ice around me,

But a child of the forest pulled me away forcing me back to the cave as his body was engulfed in flame.

I sat in the cold cave watching the snow fall out on the ice,

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"…You… you don't speak in riddles anymore."

"The visions are gone. Nothing left now."

"…You don't cry either," Bran said,

"I do not need to cry."

"You lost your husband… no one would be angry if you cried."

"I knew I would lose him. I knew this tree would be his end. And so did he. We still came."

"Why?"

"Becuase we knew we must." I answered, "All our lives we knew we must. The gods have a path for us all carved in stone before we are even born. The gods let some of us know where it ends."

"All this time you both knew."

"We did. The day we met we knew how it would end. Didn't make the path any less exciting."

"How… How did you and Jojen meet?"

I scoffed, "When I was born, I entered the world in silence, my lungs refusing to fill with air, and my heart still and unfaltering. My mother, consumed by despair at my lifelessness, climbed to the highest tower and cast herself into the abyss below. The moment she fell was the moment I awoke to existence. Throughout my life, I had been visited by a the raven. With his guidance, I soared through the skies, gaining a perspective that revealed the vast tapestry of all that ever was and all that ever will be. During my flights, I glimpsed a boy whose suffering seemed endless, a heavy burden etched on his young face. I witnessed his tragic end, the moment of his death, and then I saw his mother succumbing to despair, as she surrendered herself to the marshes, a place cloaked in shadows and sorrow. Yet, just as I had, he awakened anew. The raven, ever-watchful, came for him as well. From that point onward, our lives intertwined even though we were separated by miles of distance, our bond grew stronger. We played together in the realms of imagination, shared our thoughts in whispers on the wind, and understood that we were destined for a greater purpose. One fateful night, as our dreams intertwined, we found ourselves crafting a vivid vision: "Follow the tears of gods and the echoes of the king's old boots, until the sky of stars descends into the depths of the water." This cryptic message, laden with meaning, promised adventures yet to come and an understanding of our place in the cosmos."

"So you both listened?"

"We did. Followed the water to the king's road. Followed it then to the old place where the sky of stars is below the water. The God's eye. At Harenhal. We found each other and… we grew to love one another so deeply, he called me his lady of the stars becuase of where we first truly met. He took me to Greywater with him and we learnt our visions and… lived as husband and wife. But we both knew our fate. We knew we had to come north to find you and bring you to the three-eyed raven. To repay him for coming to us all those years ago. Our very lives were for this. Brought back to this world to serve him and follow the visions he gave. Jojen knew he was coming here to die. As did I."

"Why didn't you just.. not come? Stay in greywater. He couldn't have died here if you'd never come."

I scoffed, "Funny thing about profosy, the more you fight them. The more then come true. His death was here and there was no point in fighting it."

"…And yours?"

"I will die here. It won't be long I know."

"Aren't you frightened?"

"No." I answered, "He was my husband. My love. And our duty is done. My fate is only with him now. And I look forward to it… and will welcome my death with open arms."

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