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Published:2020-01-21Updated:2021-04-03Words:136,219Chapters:13/?Comments:35Kudos:157Bookmarks:47Hits:7,328
Mordred Snow
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Chapter 3: Inevitable doom
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In a dark and muddy forest, a teenage girl runs through the trees. The girl has long blonde hair, blue eyes and small pink lips. The girl wears a pale blue dress. Tears stream down the girl's face as she runs. Loud dog barking follows her. The girl turns to look behind her. Three large and vicious looking dogs, each with coats of dark fur, chase after the girl. The dogs bark ferociously as they chase the girl.
The girl hyperventilates as she runs. An arrow flies past her head. Behind the dogs, two diabolical laughs ring out through the silent forest. The diabolical laughs belong to a young man and a young woman. The young man has black hair, very pale ghost grey eyes and light skin. The man wears leather and woolen clothing that is black and gray, and carries bows and arrows on his back. The young woman has brown hair and dark eyes. The young woman wears a dark woolen dress with a leather vest. The young woman also carries bows and arrows on her back. The young woman fires up another bow and shoots it at the girl. The arrows misses the girl's head by a mere inch. The girl screams and continues to run for her life.
The young woman looks at the young man with a smirk. "This one sure is fast." The young woman says with some enthusiasm.
The young man laughs. "She sure is Myranda." The young man says. "This has turned out to be quite an exciting hunt."
The man fires up an arrow and shoots. The girl hears the arrow flying through the air and manages to dodge it. The man laughs again. "And she is very good at dodging arrows!" The man says.
The man stops running momentarily and laughs. "Run Annie…," The man yells. "Run, run! Just keep on running and you will win this 'game'."
The girl, Annie, gulps and ends up tripping over a tree root. She scrambles to get up but she lets out a scream as a searing pain shoots up her leg. Annie looks to see an arrow sticking out of her left leg. The dogs bark ferociously as they surround the girl. Annie, cries with pain and terror. The man and woman approach. The man and the woman, Myranda, both grin maliciously.
"Oh look at that, it looks like Myranda and I win this game." The man says with a jeering voice full of malice.
Annie, cries some more. "Please...let me go." Annie says with a broken voice.
The man laughs and shakes his head. "And why would I do that?" The man asks with a teasing tone of voice.
The woman, Myranda, looks at Annie with a look full of jealousy. "Do you think she is pretty Ramsay?" Myranda asks the man.
The man, Ramsay, cocks his head a little as he looks at Annie's face. "Hm...perhaps." Ramsay says. "Why, are you jealous Myranda?"
Myranda, scoffs. "Me? Jealous?" Myranda asks. "Why should I be? I am not jealous."
Ramsay, laughs sadistically. "You are jealous!" Ramsay says. "I can tell. Oh well, I know just how to remedy the situation."
Ramsay, grins sadistically at Annie who grovels on the ground. "GET HER!" Ramsay yells.
All three dogs bark ferociously and lung at Annie. Annie, lets out blood curdling screams as she is mauled by the dogs. Within minutes, it is all over. The dogs start eating Annie's corpse.
Myranda, grins at the sight before her. "Well, she isn't pretty now." Myranda says.
Ramsay, laughs. "No she isn't." Ramsay says. "The dogs seem to be enjoying her. She must be good meat."
Just then, the dogs stop chewing and lift their blood soaked snouts into the air. All three dogs sniff the air and start growling. The dogs take off towards the left, leaving Annie's mangled and blood soaked corpse behind. Ramsay and Myranda, look at each other with confused looks.
"Where are your 'girls' going?" Myranda asks. "They didn't even finish eating the wenches body."
Ramsay, just shrugs. "I don't know." Ramsay says. "Let's go figure out where they're going."
Ramsay and Myranda, take off after the dogs, leaving Annie's partially eaten corpse on the muddy ground.
Lena, hums to herself as she walks down the road. Mordred, is nestled securely in her arms. Mordred, naps peacefully within his wrappings. Lena, smiles at the sight. Her son fell asleep a little while ago. Lena, then frowns when she looks back behind her. The Dreadfort is now behind her. A looming shape on the horizon. Lena, shivers. Just keep walking…, Lena thinks to herself. Don't think about the Dreadfort.
However, Lena, soon comes across an unexpected obstacle. A fallen tree, is blocking the road. Lena, lets out a frustrated huff. Great…, Lena thinks. Now I have to go around it.
Lena, looks to the left side of the road. The ground there appears less muddy than the ground on the right side of the road. Lena, sighs and walks to the left, going around the fallen tree. However, just as Lena, is about to step back onto the road, she hears a familiar sound. The sound stops Lena dead in her tracks. The sound...is dog barking. Very loud dog barking. Lena, covers her mouth with one of her hands to keep herself from screaming. She knows that dog barking very well. Those are Ramsay Snow's dogs. And...it sounds like they are coming right for her.
They must have picked up my scent…, Lena thinks to herself as tears threaten to fall from her eyes. They remember my scent.
Mordred, blinks as he feels his mother holds him a little tighter. Mordred, whimpers as he suddenly hears a strange yet loud sound. It…is dog barking. Mordred, then hears his mother whimper. What...what is going on? Mordred thinks to himself.
Lena, can't hold it in anymore. She uncovers her mouth and lets out a blood curdling scream. The scream startles Mordred, causing him to cry. Lena, whimpers again. The dogs are getting closer. She must act quickly. Lena, quickly shifts Mordred, so that he is against her chest. Lena, uses both of her arms to hold the bundle against her. Lena, then takes off running as fast as she can, holding onto her son for dear life. She can hear the hounds approaching. Ramsay has to be with them. He just has to be.
Lena, runs as fast as she can. She knows that she won't be able to keep this up forever, but she hopes the dogs will tire out before she does, allowing her a chance to escape. Lena, momentarily looks down at Mordred. Her son's life depends on their escape. Lena, has heard rumors as to how Ramsay feeds his hounds. Lena, will not allow her son to become dog food. Lena, hears the snapping of jaws right behind her. These hounds are out for blood. Her blood. Just then, between the dog barking, Lena hears a diabolical laugh. Lena, almost screams again. That bastard has found them. She will never forget that horrid laugh. The laugh of absolute evil.
Ramsay, laughs as he watches his dogs chase the unknown woman down the road. Myranda, runs closely by his side.
"Oh look at that Myranda, my girls have found another target for us!" Ramsay says with a diabolical laugh. "Looks like we are going to have quite an exciting day!"
Myranda, looks closely at the mysterious girl running from the hounds. The girl looks familiar for some reason. And...it looks like she is carrying something in her arms.
"Is it just me or does it look like that girl is carrying something?" Myranda asks.
Ramsay, narrows his eyes. "She is carrying something." Ramsay agrees. Ramsay, then grins and fires up an arrow. "Why don't we stop her and find out what she has?"
Ramsay, shoots the arrow right towards Lena. However, the arrow misses her by mere inches. Myranda, then fires up her bow and shoots an arrow. The arrow slices the Lena's left leg, causing her to trip and fall.
Lena, gasps as she starts to fall. She turns her body just enough so that she doesn't fall right on top of Mordred. Lena, whimpers and tries to calm Mordred, as the dogs surround them.
Mordred, lets out a few cries. What is going on? Mordred thinks to himself. Why did mama fall? And...why are there dogs barking?
"Heel!" Ramsay yells, causing the dogs to stop barking. The dogs back away a little. Lena, tries to shield Mordred, as Ramsay approaches.
Myranda's eyes widen in realization of who they just found. That one girl who escaped Ramsay's 'game'. The one who got away. And...Myranda now realizes just what the girl was trying to protect. Held tightly in the girls arms is a small bundle of blankets. Tiny cries are coming from the bundle. It is a baby.
Ramsay, blinks as he tries to remember where he has seen this girl before. Then, after looking at the girl's face for a few moments, it finally hits him. That one girl. The one that got away. Ramsay, grins a sadistic grin. Well, she won't be getting away this time.
"Well, look at this." Ramsay says with a sadistic smile as he looks at Myranda. "It's the one who got away. And look...she is a mother."
Myranda, blinks a few times. "Motherhood actually suits her." Myranda says with a sarcastic voice. "The way she is trying to protect the little brat is actually quite precious."
Lena, is literally quaking with fear. The man hasn't changed one bit. His cold eyes. His sadistic smile. It is all the same. No…, Lena thinks to herself. This can't be happening .
Ramsay, smirks and looks at Lena. "You may have escaped the last time...but you can't escape now." Ramsay says with an evil smirk. His eyes then trail down to Mordred. "I can't wait to play another 'game' with you. We'll see if you and your babe can get away."
Lena, gasps with horror. She realizes what this means. Another chase through the forest. But this time...her leg is injured, and she has a baby to carry. This is not good. Lena, glances at Mordred and the dogs. If she doesn't escape, not only will she perish but Mordred as well. Lena, can't get the image of her son being ripped apart by the vicious dogs out of her mind. She gulps. I have to tell him…, Lena thinks to herself.
"I will give you a head start." Ramsay says smirking. Ramsay, holds up his fingers. "Starting in...—"
"Wait!" Lena cries. "There is something that I must tell you!"
"I didn't say that you could speak girl." Ramsay says. "Oh wait...what is your name again? I must know for our game."
"Lena Snow." Lena says breathless. "And please you must listen…—"
"Ten…," Ramsay says as he starts counting down. "Nine…."
Lena's eyes widen with horror. He isn't interested in hearing what she has to say. The bastard is too interested in hunting her. Maybe she should just try to run away and hope she escapes. If not maybe after his hunt he will be more interested. If he doesn't set his dogs upon her before she can say anything.
"Six…," Ramsay says. "Five...—"
Lena, gets to her feet and runs as fast as she can, ignoring the pain in her leg. She clutches Mordred, tightly to her chest. Ramsay, smirks as he watches Lena run. "Four…," Ramsay says as he continues to countdown. "Three...two...and ONE!"
Ramsay smirks. "GO GET EM!" Ramsay yells to his dogs. The dogs bark ferociously as they start running after Lena. Ramsay turns to Myranda. "Shall we?"
"Oh yes." Myranda says with a smirk as she follows Ramsay.
Mordred, whimpers as he feels his mother moving erratically, which jolts him this way and that. Mordred, has figured out exactly what is going on. Mordred, was listening the entire time. The man who has sent his dogs after them is his father. His vile rapist of a father. And if Mordred and his mother cannot escape the dogs...they will both be ripped apart.
Run mama…, Mordred thinks to himself. Run mama!
Just then, Mordred, hears a strange noise. Lena, shrieks and jerks herself to the left. Mordred, knows exactly what that sound was. It was an arrow flying through the air. His father and his female partner are shooting arrows at Mordred and his mother.
Run mama…, Mordred thinks. Run for your life. For our lives!
Then, Mordred, hears the sound of another arrow. Lena, lets out a blood curdling scream and falls to the ground. They must have wounded Lena. Mama no! Mordred thinks.
Ramsay, smirks at the sight of Lena, lying on the ground, an arrows sticking out of her right leg. Myranda, runs up beside him. Myranda, smirks at the sight as well. Ramsay, turns to her.
"That was a nice shot." Ramsay says to Myranda with a smirk. "You got her!"
Myranda, smiles and flips her hair seductively. "Thank you." Myranda says.
Ramsay, looks at Lena, who is tearfully stroking her Mordred's head. "Aw…," Ramsay says mockingly. "How sweet. Now don't cry. It will be over before you know it."
Lena, tearfully turns and holds the little bundle up towards Ramsay and Myranda. "You win…," Lena says weakly, admitting defeat. "But please...spare my son. He doesn't deserve to die."
Ramsay, narrows his eyes. "And why would I do that?" Ramsay asks with a mocking voice. "Your son is good meat for my girls."
Lena, gulps. No going back now…, Lena thinks to herself. However, I have no choice. It is the only way to save Mordred.
"Because…," Lena says trying to force the words out. "He is your son."
Ramsay, stands silent for a minute. He narrows his eyes again. "Say that again." Ramsay says with a hard voice.
"He is your son!" Lena cries with a bitter voice. "When you raped me all those moons ago, you spilled your seed into me. This child is the result of your vile deed. He is your son. Our son!"
Ramsay's face contorts with rage. "You lie! How dare you try to pin your little bastard on me!" Ramsay says.
"He has your eyes!" Lena says with desperation. "Just look at him and you will see. The proof is in the eyes."
Ramsay, rubs his chin as he thinks about this for a minute. Then, he looks at Lena with his cold pale eyes. "Alright then, I shall take a little look at the little bastard. If you are lying, then I shall throw him to the hounds." Ramsay says.
Ramsay, approaches and literally rips the bundle from Lena's hands. Lena, whimpers. She doesn't like the idea of the bastard's hands on Mordred, but there is nothing she can do about it. Ramsay, scowls as he looks at the tiny face peeking out of the blankets. The tiny face scowls back at him. A pair of pale ghost grey eyes gazes back at him. Ramsay, blinks a few times as he processes the sight before him. The child does have his eyes. The same ghost grey eyes that Ramsay himself has. The eyes of Ramsay's father, Roose Bolton. Bolton eyes. The scowl that the babe possesses is also reminiscent of Ramsay's own scowl, and Roose's scowl as well. This child does have Bolton blood. Ramsay, blinks again. The boy is his son.
Mordred, blinks as he tries to focus on the blurry face before him. This man is his father? Mordred, can literally feel the evil radiating off of this man. Mordred, feels himself scowl as he thinks of the one thing on his mind right now. I don't like you, Mordred thinks to himself.
Ramsay, takes a deep breath. "Alright, I shall admit it." Ramsay says. "The boy is my son. He certainly does have my eyes. He even has my scowl."
Myranda, stands off to the side, a little behind Ramsay. She scowls as she looks at the face of the babe. She can see it too. The babe is Ramsay's son.
This little wench gave Ramsay a son. Myranda thinks. She is consumed with anger and jealousy. I was supposed to give Ramsay sons…, Not this nobody bastard girl.
Ramsay, looks at Lena. "I do remember now. I found you in one of the villages nearby." Ramsay says. "You are a baseborn bastard of House Cerwyn."
Ramsay, then smirks. "Oh, by the way, I really enjoyed our sex...even though you fought me the entire time." Ramsay says. "That was quite memorable."
Lena, bites her tongue, trying to keep herself from snapping. "Yes, it was memorable for me too." Lena says with a tinge of bitterness. "And by the way...his name is Mordred." Lena says. "I gave birth to him exactly seven days ago."
Ramsay, raises a brow. "Mordred?" Ramsay asks. "Interesting name."
Lena, gasps as the pain in her leg radiates throughout her body. A part of her wants to mention the whispering she heard after Mordred's birth. However, Ramsay might think her mad if she mentions that.
Ramsay, scowls as he glances at Lena. "The boy is my son…," Ramsay says. "But...I have no use for a bastard son."
Lena, gasps with horror. The bastard still wants to feed Mordred to his dogs. "But you have acknowledged him!" Lena cries with desperation. "He is your son!"
"Like I said a bastard son is of no use to me." Ramsay says. "It's better if he just...disappears."
Ramsay, then smirks as he looks at his hungry dogs. "I'm sure the little brat will make a nice little 'dessert' for my girls after they finish you off." Ramsay says. "Or...I could have you watch as they devour him."
Mordred, whimpers. His father still wants to feed him to his dogs. Goodbye cruel world…, Mordred thinks.
Lena, let's out a horrified wail. "NO!" Lena screams. "Please, he is your son! Isn't kinslaying an accursed crime?!"
Ramsay, blinks as he thinks about this. He hadn't cared about that fact when he poisoned Domeric. Then again, this child is his own son. The gods, if they exist at all, would more than likely curse him if he kills his own son, even if the child is just a bastard.
"Please…," Lena says weakly through her tears. "He is absolutely perfect. He is so strong and healthy."
Mordred, whines a little at the sound of his mother's desperate voice. She is doing everything in her power to save him. Mama, please don't cry…, Mordred thinks. I hate hearing you cry.
Ramsay, raises a brow as he looks at his son. The girl is right. The boy certainly looks as if he will grow to be a strong man. And perhaps if his Lord father sees that he has produced a healthy son, maybe he will reconsider Ramsay's position.
"Hmm...alright then, the little tyke shall come with me back to the Dreadfort." Ramsay says. Ramsay, then smiles wickedly. "However, you shall die right here. Any last words?"
Mordred, whimpers and shifts within his wrappings. No! Mordred thinks, horrified at his father's words. Mama no!
Lena, has no words. She just looks at her son in the vile bastard's hands. She failed Mordred. She failed to protect the boy from Ramsay's influence. She can only hope that the bastard fails at tainting Mordred's innocence. Lena, silently prays to the old gods.
Please...if you can hear me…, Lena silently prays. Please don't allow my son to be influenced by his father's wicked and evil ways. Don't allow my son to follow his father's evil ways.
Ramsay, smirks. "Alright then…," Ramsay says as he smirks. "Say goodbye."
Seconds later, Ramsay's lets out a loud whistle. The dogs howl and lunge at Lena. Lena, lets out blood curdling screams as the dogs viciously begin mauling her.
MAMA NO! Mordred thinks as he hears his mother scream and the dogs viciously tearing at her flesh. Even though Mordred, cannot see what is happening, he can hear and feel his mother's pain. MAMA NO!
Mordred, just can't take it. Mordred, lets out loud ear piercing wails. Ramsay, almost drops Mordred right there. Myranda, covers her ears, but even that isn't enough to block out the wail.
"Seven hells, this brat has a set of lungs!" Myranda says through gritted teeth.
Ramsay, frowns and grits his own teeth. "QUIET!" Ramsay yells as he holds Mordred up in front of him. "I SAID QUIET!"
Within a minute, Mordred, stops wailing. He can't feel his mother's pain anymore. That can only mean one thing. Lena...is dead. Mordred, whimpers a little as he hears the dogs snapping jaws. Those horrid hounds are eating his mother's corpse.
No Mama...no…, Mordred thinks sorrowfully. Why...why?
Ramsay, looks at his now quieter son. Ramsay, glances at the bloody mangled mess that used to be Lena. As the dogs ravage the corpse, Myranda, lets out a smirk. The wench is finally dead.
Mordred, blinks as he remembers his past life. He never knew his biological parents. Mordred, had always yearned for a mother to love and care for him. When Mordred was reborn, he finally gained the mother he had always desired. But now...she has been taken away from him. Mauled to death and eaten by dogs.
Mordred, whimpers as he remembers the day Emry's almost let him get killed by the Camelot soldiers. Mordred, remembers what he telepathically said to Emry's.
I shall never forgive this Emry's, And I shall never forget…, Mordred remembers his young self saying to the magical user. At that time Mordred felt so hurt and angry at Emry's betrayal. Mordred, had never forgotten that day, but he actually got passed the anger. Deep down Mordred felt that Emry's must have been afraid of his power and thought it better that the young boy die. After all, Mordred did use a spell to take out a bunch of soldiers of Camelot right in front of Emry's.
Mordred, scowls as he stares up at his father's face. Mordred, feels something that he hasn't felt since his past life. Hatred. Mordred, hates this man. The hatred and anger reminds Mordred of that day when he was almost killed by those soldiers of Camelot. The day Emry's betrayed him. Even if his father cannot hear him, Mordred, knows just what he wants to say to the vile man.
Father, I shall never forgive you for what you have done, Mordred thinks. Never! I shall also never forget your great crime. You took my mother away from me. You have officially made an enemy of me.
Ramsay, narrows his eyes as he looks at his son's tiny scowling face. Ramsay, shakes his head as a strange feeling overcomes him. Ramsay, can only think of one thing when he looks at the tiny scowl again. His son doesn't like him. Ramsay, knows one thing for certain now. Somehow, his little bastard son is going to make his life a living hell.
Ramsay, shakes his head again when he looks at the child's big pale, accusing eyes. The child's stare is literally bearing right into Ramsay's soul. Ramsay's breath hitches a little. Something isn't right about this child.
Myranda, looks at Ramsay with some worry. She has never seen him like this. "Ramsay, is something wrong?" Myranda asks.
Myranda's question breaks Ramsay out of his thoughts. Ramsay, just blinks a few times. "It's nothing." Ramsay says quickly. He can't show weakness. "As soon as the hounds are done with the body, we shall go find Annie's body and let my girl's finish her off. Then, we shall go back to the Dreadfort."
Ramsay, blinks a few times. He really needs to think of how he will explain this to his father.
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