CHAPTER TWO
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THE LITTLE RAVEN'S DREAMS

     SHOULD A YOUNG lord be out in the woods at night, Bran Stark was an exception. Running away from the former Greyjoy ward that took away his home, he couldn't help but feel depressed and shook his head.

The dying last words of his Maester Luwin rang in his head. Go north, be sure to keep yourselves warm. The bastard will take care of you, from there.

It pained the Little Lord to watch his counselor die in front of him, and it pained him even more to leave Winterfell, his own home, with only Hodor, Osha and little Rickon to accompany him. Bran stilled as he rolled on his side. "Little Lord, you know it's best for you to rest for the night. I will take care of you."

Bran gave the Wildling friend — he wasn't uncertain to call her that — a smile. "I will, Osha. There's just.. so much things in my mind right now." Osha ruffled the Stark's hair, and Bran scrunched his nose in annoyance.

"Yes, but you have to sleep." She says, with more force, this time. Bran sighed, and nodded. "Alright. Good night." He said, but the Stark wasn't able to hear the reply, as Brandon fell in a fitful sleep. It was just not as pleasant as the ones he had in Winterfell.

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     THE THREE EYED raven was back in his dreams, as Bran tried to chase it, realizing his legs were still crippled, and slumped in defeat. Another scene swirled, and a strange boy was seen, he had sandy blonde hair, and he was murmuring something Bran couldn't make out, something else catching his attention.

It was a girl, no doubt older than him by a few years. Her hair was an ombré of red and brown, and her skin was like porcelain. She held a raven at her arm, and it cawed something at Bran. Destiny... Destiny.... Bran..

Bran... Bran... Destiny Calls.. Bran..

"Bran, wake up!"

The Stark's eyes opened, as Osha shook him awake. He rubbed the sleep from his brown eyes, and sat up. "Morn..morning.." He murmured, with a bad case of bed hair, Osha fumbled with his hair, and patted it down.

"Little Lord, the sun is dawning. It is best if we continue on." Osha advises, as Rickon appears into view, his lips curling into a smile.

"Hodor." Bran turned to see his giant friend, and he nodded. "Yeah, we go now." He says, before a rustle of leaves could be faintly heard, and Summer growled deeply.

He saw two shady figures in the distance, a girl and a boy. The woman had curly dark black hair, dropping at her shoulders. The boy was obviously younger than her by a few years, his hair a messy nest of blonde hair. Wait...

"They.. they are the one in my dreams!" He spun around to try to find the redhead, but she wasn't here. Bran found it all confusing. "How come they're here, and she isn't?" Rickon looked at his brother wildly. "Who she?"

Osha pressed a spear at his throat, threatening. "Move an inch, and you'll drown in your own blood." She spat, wildly. The boy calmly replied. "I'm unarmed. My sister holds the weapons." He says, and everything happened all at once.

A knife positioned on Osha's neck, as the black haired sister gripped it, her face serious. Rickon looked unsure of the methods, as Bran felt pressure on him. "Let her go. She's no harm to you." He pleads, as Meera lets go, but glares warily at the Wildling. She reflects it.

Osha grumbles something under her breath, as all of the sudden, an axe flies past Bran, nearly having his head. Osha stood up, her spear pointed at the direction of the attack.

"Who's there!" She shouts, just as when another arrow flies narrowly above Bran's head, nearly hitting his forehead, although strands of his hair got caught on the way.

"Osha?" A voice came from Bran's far right, and he felt useless not being able to protect them, despite being a lord. Damn my legs, he thought in desperation. The Wildling woman's face turned slack, just as the figure stepped out from the shadows.

Her fiery red hair was loosely tied behind her back, that in some point, the curls tumbled off. Her cerulean blue eyes projected the same kind of wildness and fierceness that Osha held. Her stance was firm, as the woman nocked an arrow, and pointed it.... at him!

Bran would've felt distressed, and moved away, but something about the girl seemed so familiar that... "You're her!"

She cocked her head sideways, just when the sibling of the boy allowed her fist to meet with the back of her head, and the redhead collapsed. Osha's face was unreadable, but it seemed to Bran that she knew her.

"Sorry about that." The black haired girl said, just as when Osha glared at her. "That was unnecessary." She spat, and before the two could get into another quarrel, the brother intervened. "Bran Stark. I assumed you saw me in your dreams?" Nodding, Bran pried his gaze away from the girl, but still wondered who is she, and where she was from. A Tully, maybe?

"I'm Jojen Reed, my sister Meera." He says, gesturing at his sister, who leaned on the bark of a tree, and watched the redhead carefully.

"I..I saw you. Her, too!" Jojen smiled, and nodded. "I'm a green seer, meaning I could see the past and present, and possibly the future, through my dreams." He says, then kneeling beside him. "You, you're a Warg."

"What's a Warg?" They turned to see Rickon staring at Jojen intently, and he smiled. "Your brother can go through the minds of animals, and control them." He explains, and Rickon lets out a woah. Bran still found it all confusing. "What does this got to do with her, then?" He asks, and Jojen's eyes darkened. "Tell me what you saw."

Bran found it uncertain, but said. "She was holding a raven, not the three-eyed one. The bird cawed something like Bran and Destiny."

Jojen tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Interesting... I suggest we bring her with us." Osha spun to Jojen. "You can't do that to Juniper!" She says, before covering her mouth.

Bran raised an eyebrow, Osha averting her eyes to avoid meeting the Little Lord's gaze. "You know her, Osha?" He asked, and the Wildling blew a strand of her hair away from her eyes, not responding. Bran's curiosity grew bigger.

"As your lord, I ask you, Osha, if you know her." The Wildling looked up, and stared back at Bran, and replied darkly.

"I don't bow to any lord. I'm a free woman."

Slumping in defeat, Brandon Stark sighed, and stared at the mysterious redhead once more, thinking of the million questions he may ask her when she wakes up.

Destiny... Bran... Destiny.... Fasqoyi.

A/N: So.. I finally finished two chapters of the story, so I think that's eligible for the GoT Fanfic Awards of -gotcommunity ? A favor — could you go give me a vote there, will really appreciate it if you do. Thanks! 💕