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The White Walker hissed as the bundle was dropped at its pale feet, it’s skeletal hand moving to sliver of a sword at its hip. Blue eyes cold with fury, it snapped out an objection, the words sounding like glacier ice cracking underfoot, grinding, and renting again.
Before it the hooded figure remained unmoved.

‘Try it…’ It’s voice by comparison soft, but carrying the same lethal cold as the Walker.

Eyes narrowing the Walker’s voice shifted in tone taking one the sound of tinkling ice sickles, and then in turn forming words in the tongue of man. ‘What you want, cannot be given.’

‘You lie.’

‘What you want, it is forbidden.’ The Walker hissed between thin lips. ‘Not even the Children of the Forest dare touch such magic.’

The figure’s cowl billowed in the wind, dark blacks and matted browns swirling around the form underneath. A single hand brushed the cloak to the side exposing a blade of pale smoky steel.

‘You will.’

Bearing its teeth, the Walker hissed. ‘Madnessss!’

For several heartbeats the silence reigned, before ever so slowly, the Walker bent, picked up the bundle in its arms and stalked off into the night.

‘You know not of what you ask.’ It snarled, its voice taking on its former notes. ‘What you unleash upon this world, it will not be natural…’

Previously: Before She Was White

C.S. Notes: So, if you do not know about the book series A Game Of Thrones then you are probably a little lost and confused. (And No, watching the TV series does not count. I will spare you my rant on why, for obvious reasons.)

So, what you need to know: Dany Flint was the only woman to ever join the Night watch, a pure male organization at the far north of the world. Over the years that once noble task has deteriorated and become where civilized nations send the dregs of society.

Things did not end well for Dany Flint.

In some versions of the Ballet her ghost still roams the Night Fort weeping. But what if that were not the case? What if something else had transpired?

Description
The White Walker hissed as the bundle was dropped at its pale feet, it’s skeletal hand moving to sliver of a sword at its hip. Blue eyes cold with fury, it snapped out an objection, the words sounding like glacier ice cracking underfoot, grinding, and renting again.
Before it the hooded figure remained unmoved.

‘Try it…’ It’s voice by comparison soft, but carrying the same lethal cold as the Walker.

Eyes narrowing the Walker’s voice shifted in tone taking one the sound of tinkling ice sickles, and then in turn forming words in the tongue of man. ‘What you want, cannot be given.’

‘You lie.’

‘What you want, it is forbidden.’ The Walker hissed between thin lips. ‘Not even the Children of the Forest dare touch such magic.’

The figure’s cowl billowed in the wind, dark blacks and matted browns swirling around the form underneath. A single hand brushed the cloak to the side exposing a blade of pale smoky steel.

‘You will.’

Bearing its teeth, the Walker hissed. ‘Madnessss!’

For several heartbeats the silence reigned, before ever so slowly, the Walker bent, picked up the bundle in its arms and stalked off into the night.

‘You know not of what you ask.’ It snarled, its voice taking on its former notes. ‘What you unleash upon this world, it will not be natural…’

Previously: Before She Was White

C.S. Notes: So, if you do not know about the book series A Game Of Thrones then you are probably a little lost and confused. (And No, watching the TV series does not count. I will spare you my rant on why, for obvious reasons.)

So, what you need to know: Dany Flint was the only woman to ever join the Night watch, a pure male organization at the far north of the world. Over the years that once noble task has deteriorated and become where civilized nations send the dregs of society.

Things did not end well for Dany Flint.

In some versions of the Ballet her ghost still roams the Night Fort weeping. But what if that were not the case? What if something else had transpired?