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Winter's Requiem
LazyFrogOfJustice19
Chapter 2: The Stranger
Chapter Text
Wet.
The feeling of something wet splashed upon her face. Her eyes were closed. Senses blurred, but for the most part manageable. Her entire form was laid bare upon the ground. The silence of the woods around her lulling her head into a semi-sweet embrace of sleep.
Another sensation filled her senses. A grappling feeling which was followed by another and another as seconds passed. The sensations not only filled her face this time, as the wet feeling spread across her body like a torrential downpour.
Rain. Yes, it was rain she reckoned. But why was it raining at all? Why did she feel these sensations? And lastly, why was she still laying still upon the ground while letting the elements shower her with its cold embrace?
A thousand questions and yet no answers to give.
She opened her eyes, her tiresome eyes so that she can view the world where she was at right now. Her vision was blurry somewhat, like something had dulled it so she can only see so much. Colors returned to her senses, the sensations continuing to prosper and repair themselves. Smell was in her nostrils, specifically the smell of rain as it continued to drizzle around her. It soaked her completely as entire minutes pass. Her eyes blinking in intervals due to the downpour that continued to rein over her.
What she saw with her limited eyesight was the sky darkened by storm clouds. She could not tell what time of day it was, but considering the darker pallet the sky was in, she figured it that it was nearing nightfall. A shade of black was consuming the sky, and what little light remained made her blurry vision worse. Where was she exactly?
Why was she here of all places?
She looked around with the limits her vision could stretch. Trees. Tall trees with branches on top. Leaves in a dark green color. Branches flailing around because of the rain and wind. A breeze that marched past her made her shiver under her soaked garments.
Slowly but surely she sat up from her position. The ground around her turning into soaked mud and dirt that soiled her already dirty and murky clothes. Splashes of rainwater formed puddles near where she sat. It made the situation worse than it was as everything in her body was completely wrapped in blanket of cold and wetness. She shivered after the feeling of her body's heat evaporated in mere seconds. She quickly cast her arms upon her frail form because of the cold. Holding on to herself like her life depended on it.
Her feet started to shiver as well and she looked upon herself through her murky vision, seeing that she had no shoes on. Her toes and feet exposed to the elements. She looked at herself in question as to why this happened to her but her mind was far too dazed to think of anything at all. Her hands were bare too see as well, the rain clearing up some of the dirt and mud from her hands but leaving small bits upon her fingernails. They were shaking as well.
Her hair was stuck on her skin, soaked and had no life in them as she noticed. Her garments were too murky to see exactly what they were, with the only exception being a gold pendant placed upon the middle of her chest through a necklace. She shakenly clasped the gold pendant with what little she could see and noticed that she recognized it somehow. She couldn't tell what it was, as her head was still in a heavy daze, but the way the object stuck to her was oddly recognizable.
That's when she felt pain. Pain upon her head.
In close inspection, she reached out with her left hand and felt something upon her forehead. A nasty gash of some sort was there, every time she touched it, a sensation of pain emerged. She pulled back her hand and saw that traces of red was seen on her fingers.
She frowned at that sight as she tried to stand up. Recollecting what little strength she had her feet struggled to balance themselves out. Within the span of a minute she managed to stand up and with how little she could see with her murky vision, she could tell that she was in a forest clearing.
Trees surrounded her from all directions as the sky above continued to rain down upon her.
A series of questions came upon her again.
The same questions that she asked herself at the beginning of all of this. But what bothered her most at the current moment was…
Who was she?
She did not remember her name. She was alone, shivering, and in the middle of nowhere yet she could not remember her name. Her head hurts while trying to remember anything at all.
A small inch of fear started to slowly consume her. The clueless nature of her own well-being started to take a toll on her and for some odd reason instinct drew her to clasp the pendant on her chest.
She started walking. To where exactly, she did not know.
But maybe the walk would serve her better than staying still while letting the elements take her over. The ground sagged and moved as the wet mud and dirt came in contact with her feet. She dared not to think of this predicament as she focused on trying to remember what exactly happened.
And why exactly she woke up in the middle of nowhere.
Her trek was uneventful as another set of minutes pass. She waded herself across the forest as light was slowly getting lost from the environment around her. She did not know where exactly she was going, but she knew that staying where she woke up was not an option lest she die there.
She continued to piece together where she was and like earlier, no bloody answer came. Her head continued to hurt when she tried to further think of anything useful. No information came into her senses as she continued to walk.
The only thing left in her state of mind right now was belief. Specifically, faith.
Faith that she could surmount this. Faith that she could survive this.
And lastly, faith and courage as she held on to that pendant. The more she held on to it, the stronger her will became. Her will became steadfast for some odd reason, but not taking it for stride she continued on her trek.
The trek to a questionable destination.
She held on to a belief, one that she herself could not figure out at that moment. But she maintained it and with what little strength remained in her hastened her to move forward.
Moving forward into the unknown.
She reached the edges of the forest finally after a few minutes of walking aimlessly into nothing. The rain and wind intensified with each step of her feet. Her unknown belief continued to support her as she leaned herself partially on a tree….
Seeing light from a short distance away.
Thunder erupted across the sky. Lines of lightning decorated the clouds like a bastion of branches made from light and heat. The stretched upon the horizon, letting her diminished vision to see what lay before her.
A village was in sight.
The lights came from lanterns and torches being lit upon the structures inside.
She smiled afterwards. To her senses and jumbled thought process this was a miracle and gift to the unknown faith that carried her forward to where she was now. She held the pendant tightly with her fingers and a wash of a small memory came into her senses.
Holy Queen.
A beautiful maiden. A maiden lost to cinders. A maiden she admired whilst growing up. A dream-like sensation of a family that was alive. A sword in hand. White armor. Tall walls. Smiles from the Queen. A sensation of heat and smoke atop burning corpses. Grotesque looking creatures invading. A grand city. Burning buildings.
Wails and screams of death.
Laughs and cheers of someone returning.
The fear of the one you believed in dying.
Ecstasy and bliss when He returned.
Safety. Chaos. Jus-
A quick slash of thunder returned her senses back to reality. The small fickle of visions making her head hurt slightly from the sudden outburst. Her fingers still clasping the pendant tightly.
Her body was fatigued from a feat she could not remember. The only solution to this problem was to seek shelter. To seek for help.
She carried her tired body with each step as she held on to hope. Hope of something she did not even remember. Hope of something that would relieve her of her current dilemma. She stumbled upon the nearest building. The wet outside walls she leaned her body against did not help as her footing made her slip with every second step.
She continued to find the nearest opening, a door possibly, or a window.
She felt her way through the walls outside as her vision was darkening, night had already fallen upon this place. Yet the rain continued to worsen. Thankfully, she managed to find a window that she can see through.
She heard voices from the window. Yes. She thanked internally that people were near. That people existed. She leaned towards the window as she wiped her eyes…
Only to see a bizarre image that came upon her senses.
An older man, wearing priestly clothes and garments towering over two women whom were prone from their position. Both of them nude as the older man's expression and tone of voice was that of someone in enjoyment.
He clung his hands upon the hips of the woman tightly with a thrusting motion that continued to ravage his partner that was on fours. The other woman was simply leaning her naked breasts and body upon the older man as they shared a heated kiss. She continued to grind herself on the older man, while complimenting on how hard and large his cock was.
At the same time, she heard the older man speaking in odd sentences.
That of that of which were that these actions he committed upon the two were a blessing. A blessing from the Seven's Faith of which he was the messenger of. A devout blessing that he continued to bestow so that the two women would not fall into the "Seven Hells" for their egregious sins.
Moans and the like were exchanged.
She was puzzled as to what happened yet pressed on to try and ask them for help.
They did not seem to hear her, so she tried knocking upon the glass of the window to no effect. She then gestured to find the door to this building. It did not take long at all as she arrived at the front albeit with tired and sore steps. The rain intensifying to the point where the downpour was so heavy upon her skin. With weak hands she tried to knock as best she can upon the wooden door.
No response.
She tried with what little sound her voice produced.
No response still, yet she continued as thunder and lightning continued to battle amongst the skies. She tried to heavily knock this time and she leaned on the door as he strength was quickly leaving her.
She then heard voices from inside. Angry voices like it was a sin to be interrupted at this hour. She leaned back as she heard footsteps. Readying herself with hope that they try to help with her current situation. The door opened a few seconds after that.
And a woman stepped into view with a candle from the inside. She was the woman earlier that shared a heated kiss with the older man in priestly clothes. She was not nude this time, sporting only a dress that looked like it was hastily worn on quick notice.
She laid her eyes upon her. Wondering what she wanted. Wondering with a sense of annoyance as to why she was here.
"You lost girl?" the woman asked her in a semi-angry tone.
She didn't reply, only a quick nod in return.
"Then why the fuck did you come here of all places huh? A storm is razing the whole goddamn village and you come at night uninvited looking like a soaked kitten."
She did not reply to that statement as the woman huffed, her bust barely kept by her dress.
"The Septon isn't accepting prayers right now missy. Now go home. We don't need your lot in here. You can come by tomorrow to receive your fuckin prayers."
"B-But I need hel- she croaked but lost her voice immediately.
"Did you not hear what I said girl? I said fuck off." She reaffirmed and behind her a voice of someone elderly came out.
"Oi! What's taking you so long whore?"
"A lost puppy came by to the door hon." She replied.
"Kick it out. We don't need those filth, least of all in this storm. Let the bugger die in the rain for all I care." The older voice said. The woman smiled at that response and looked at her.
"You heard his holiness. Now fuck off." She stated and slammed the door in front of her.
As soon as it did, a set of tears came to her face as she tried to knock on the door again. She was barely holding on to consciousness as her weak arms tried to pound the door with little to no effect. She grew tired after a few more seconds as her weak body made her collapse partially with the pain and soreness of her legs. She held on to the pendant with tears and the feeling of rejection as a set of new glimpses took hold on her.
A screaming woman.
Heretics she cried out. Unholy monsters she explained. A dream of many reduced to the reality of the stupid nature the woman's order exhibited. Racist claims of disbelief. Her anger being the sole reason she started to hate everything about her dream.
She cried of foulness.
The woman cried of a sharp pain as vengeance took hold of her. A pillar of fire and smoke taking away the one she believed, loved, and followed most of in life.
She cried once more of Evil.
She cried of undead.
A set of soft cries came upon her as she did not understand these visions. These glimpses, yet the woman earlier managed to trigger these… memories? Were they hers?
She did not know what they were exactly, so she held on to her faith with the pendant tightly clasped upon her chest. With her weak body she refused to give in. She refused to make herself weak.
For weakness is a sin…
She stood up and continued her journey. A journey specked with blind hope that continued to fuel her will and heart to stop herself from giving up.
She moved from each house to the next…
Only to receive rejections and questions as to why she was drenched in the middle of the storm. None of them took her in. None of them made a move to help her. Some had pitied her with the excuse that they had no space left in their homes… and some even threw her a piece of bread that got muddied on growing puddles of the ground next to her. She dared not to take it as house after house was met with a door to her face.
No one wanted to help her.
She moved ahead on the mud and dirt-filled road as her strength finally left her.
And she fell across the ground face-first as there was no strength left in her body. Her will still ironclad, but the flesh where her soul resided could not keep up anymore. Her breath was ragged; her body close to dying because of the cold.
She laid there as she held that pendant.
With words coming out of her mouth as her consciousness faded.
"May my soul rest in your hands Oh Supreme Being of Beings. Let m-my death be of use to you a-as I pass into the void."
As she said those words, she smiled not in fear but with strong faith in her belief.
A belief in hope as she lost consciousness.
The door to their home was opened in a sudden action. Brynden Guntry, the eldest son of a farmer that owned this homestead barged in with a person he was holding in his arms. His father who was sitting in a chair drinking some ale was shocked to see him as he closed the door behind him with his foot. His mother stomped in in anger as the sudden outburst could have possibly woken up their son's brothers and sisters. Brynden did not mind both his parents as he gently lowered the soaked girl not far off from his age on the concrete floor of their home. He placed the wet cloak he used to go outside as a sheet before she was placed upon it. He quickly tried to see if she still had living vitals with her as he saw her collapse on the middle of the street near their home.
Luckily, a faint heartbeat was heard as her breath was slow. He sighed in relief as his mother came next to him.
"By the Mother's Heart, what happened to her?" she said in worry as she saw the girl before her. Her husband walked close to them as well as he inspected the strange girl now in their home.
"I don't know mum; I only saw her outside in the storm walking alone barefoot before she collapsed. I ran to her side the moment she crashed but I think she's out of it." he said.
"We should put her on a better surface than the cold floor. She's already suffering signs of exposure to the rain. She'll get sick soon if we don't warm her up." Brynden's father said.
"We should get the Maester to help her. I don't know how we'll fair with just us to help her." his mother said in worry. His father quickly waved that thought away as him and his son started to carry her gently out of the crevices of the floor.
"Winona, she'll be bloody dead if we wait for the Maester to come in Seven Hells. Besides, there's a storm outside at that Be my guest if you want to wade the storm like this poor girl has." He said as Brynden cleared the table of their kitchen and they placed her gently down on the wooden furniture.
"She's barefeet goodness sake. What the hell happened to her?" Brynden's father said as he called out to his wife to grab a few clothes and spare blankets to make their mysterious guest warm from the cold temperature around them.
Brynden continued to check upon the girl, being an avid visitor towards the local maester in their village helped as he knew a few good things to keep her from dying. With quick succession, he tried to feel her with his fingers gently to see if she had any injuries whatsoever.
But they all seemed to agree that she was fairly okay, except that she was tired immensely, and that she had a small open wound across her forehead. It was bleeding still in a minimal sense but nothing too serious to think about. Brynden's mother quickly placed a piece of cloth on her forehead to stop the bleeding as they continued to wrap her in blankets alongside trying to get her soaked clothes off.
They needed to dry her quickly if she was to survive.
The parents managed to thwart off the young man as the last bits of her clothing was taken off to let them dry. With the spare clothes their daughter left that fit her size, it made it easy for both parents to accommodate her with it. At the end of it after almost half an hour of dressing her up, Brynden was left to dry her soaked blonde hair.
Her mother was placing some of her clothes to dry in place as the storm outside continued to rattle their home. She looked at the girl and saw his son meticulously making sure that she was comfortable under his care.
"Brynden. Be considerate. Don't pull so hard when you dry her hair like that."
"Sorry mum." He said as he corrected himself. His father stood next to their mother as he drank the last of his ale in this stormy night. They all wondered what exactly brought this girl at their home at this hour. In a stormy night no less…
"Poor girl didn't even have anything on her. I expected her to be a daughter of some noble house with the dirtied dress she was wearing, but I found nothing of note that resembles a clue as to who she is." He said.
"She certainly looks pretty. Although her eyes and that expression her face make her seem like she's been through a lot of things my love. Even the way she sleeps now makes her look like she has the world's weight upon her shoulders."
"A Lannister Princess perhaps? She has blonde hair."
"She doesn't look like a Lannister to me… nor of any house I know of too. At least of what I've seen that is." She replied as they looked at the girl.
Her husband then held the pendant the girl was holding that was clasped around her chest. They all looked in surprise to see that it was gold. Pure gold. The likes that was rare to see around these parts. They have seen their Lord Robert Baratheon up close a few weeks ago, their caravan had stopped by around these parts before they continued up north towards the Starks in Winterfell.
Their carriages and belongings were shown with treasures, mostly in gold.
They had short glimpses of the Lannister folk, and even though they shared features like Blonde hair which this girl had, it did not seem like she belonged to that family at all. Her face was distinct. Foreign even. The likes that they had not seen before.
The pendant was the same story. It had an odd engraving on it. A crest that was definitely one that they were not familiar with. He examined it as he gave it to his wife afterwards, both of them perplexed at this girl's appearance and belongings.
"Mum… what do we do once she awakens?"
"We need to make sure she's comfortable. I'm sure with the state you found her in, she was definitely lost. We'll nurse her back to health and ask her questions later." His mother replied.
"Can we afford that though? We barely made even to feed our family with the last harvest. One more soul to the mix may complicate things." His father said to his mother.
"Oh for the love of the Seven Holden, have you no heart? This girl needs our help, and she nearly died tonight. I thought you were the one that stopped us from calling the Maester in this Thunderstorm because she needed out attention!"
"It's not that love… but you have to think realistically. We don't have enough food to last us the next few weeks if I don't get a good harvest on. With this storm tonight, I don't think we'll get anything of value for our family to eat. It's not that I don't want to help her. I do, I really do… but we have to think straight. There's already seven of us here and having another mouth to feed is going to be hard on us all."
The two parents exchanged looks. They both silently agreed that this was the case.
"I don't want to part this pendant from the girl either. This has value I reckon since its definitely gold, but seeing how much she held on to it even when she was out means its valuable to her." he said as he looked at the pendant and put it back to his pocket.
Bryden sighed.
"Mum, Da… I know we have problems on our end with this situation. But we can't just leave her like this. She was clearly trying to find help and no one was accepting it. Can we really leave her die like this? Knowing that we could have done something about it?"
His mother smiled a bit at his son's reasoning.
"You're a good lad Brynden. Me and your father have raised you right. You're correct that we shouldn't abandon her like this. Even though it's hard… I think it's the right thing to do."
"The Gods would see fit to reward as with this token of good faith, I know of it." she added as her husband sighed. He did not believe in Gods, nor any faith whatsoever, but he respected his wife's beliefs.
"Alright. We can place her somewhere better to rest in for the night. The moment she wakes up; we need to talk to her straight up… understood?" he said as they both agreed. "Ti'l then, she's in our care."
Both father and son agreed afterwards as they tried to find a far suitable place for her to sleep in. Thankfully, the storm never continued that bad as night progressed, and at the end of it they managed to make sure the stranger was comfortable.
Brynden kept watch on her beside her in a chair. It was likely midnight now. A candle light was their only form illumination as he stared at the girl's features. He began to wonder who she was and why she ended up like this. He then recalled that strange pendant she held upon her hand.
That crest.
That bizarre crest. He knew from the local Maester of what the major houses in Westeros looked like through their family crests and symbols. Yet as he tried to remember all of them, he could not fit in the odd crest that the girl had on her pendant.
This gave him a lot of questions to quantify about.
The biggest among them was who she was exactly and why was she here of all places?
With a sigh, he took the pendant that his father gave to him and placed it on her hand where it rightfully belonged to. As he did so, he left her to rest on his own. In morning should she wake, he'll be there to greet her. He closed his eyes at that moment as he slept beside his little brother in bed.
Not knowing that the strange girl's pendant glowed faintly on her hand.
A girl with strawberry hair accompanied her on her journey.
A demon maid.
Glimpses of a past she recognized all too well.
A party of paladins. A party of people desiring help from legendary heroes. Rejected by them as the demon continued to run rampant across their kingdom. Only one hope remained.
A Kingdom of Sorcery.
A hero wearing black, the last hope of humanity.
A bizarre and peaceful city. So many other beings of various kinds. A statue standing amongst the grandest of statues. A being that surpassed supremacy.
She can remember the first time she saw Him. How beautiful it was on his throne. The King of Kings. The ethereal boon of everything she ever believed in before. The catalyst to a new faith.
Strength. Justice.
She remembers talking to Him when they were alone. How human He was. How He gave her a gift that was her bow. How He saved her country from the brink of destruction and war.
How she lost her parents from it and with that she regained new purpose.
A purpose to serve the grandest of dreams in life. Dreams under His supervision and guidance.
Yes, she remembers Him now. She remembers Him greatly.
Her speech that roused millions to fight. The way she stood in audience to garner the new faith she received to become his messenger.
Not even her death swayed her from believing.
He was the Supreme One. The Only One. The Only one she valued in life. The Only one that gave her purpose.
Yes… she finally remembers it now. She was the leader of a new movement.
Her name was-
She opened her eyes finally, as light shine through them. She felt comfortable yet odd in her new situation. She sat up as she felt her head not dazed anymore nor was she uncomfortable. Her eyesight had normalized as she started to remember the events of last night.
Correction, she started to remember everything bit by bit.
But as to how she got into this place… both in the middle of the forest and to where she is now, was a mystery. She sat up and looked around her. It was a small house, with multiple children below her age snoring in a mass group of bodies huddled up to each other. A boy her age was at the end of it and she wondered who they were. She then felt an object on her left hand and as she opened her palm to see, there it was…
The pendant.
Memories started to funnel back as she clasped it. The symbol of her faith etched on it perfectly.
She started to gather her thoughts when a sweet voice greeted her from her focus.
"Oh, you're finally awake! Thank the Seven that you turned out fine."
The voice belonged to a middle-aged woman holding two cups in her hand as she sat beside her. She was at first surprised to hear how cheerful the older woman's voice was but she managed a small smile back as took the cup with a courteous nod.
"T-Thank you." She replied.
"You're welcome dear. It's the best we can do with what happened last night. We actually thought you would leave us with the state you were in. Thankfully the Gods have mercy and allowed you to safely continue in life."
"Oh." She replied. A bit curious as to what this 'Seven' are and why she said 'Gods' in a plural term. She sipped the beverage and she found it quite comfortable for the state her body was in. The warm liquid managed to make her feel relief amidst the peaceful silence.
"Dear…"
"Y-Yes?"
"May I ask a question? If it's not a bother to you that is."
"It's fine. You helped me last night ma'am. It is only fair that I return the favor by answering your questions." She replied. The woman made a small chuckle after that.
"Oh my, you musn't call me with such formalities. I am neither a Lady of the Castle nor do I have a prestigious name. So please, call me as Winona." The woman said with a smile as she offered her hand.
She took her hand with a small and respectful smile and the name she tried to find out last night finally came back to her. With a proud remark, she introduced herself.
"Neia. You may call me Neia."
The girl then held that pendant closely in her hand as she proudly said that name.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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