Leaf

The one known as Leaf let go of the the root and watched it return to it's original position with a twang.

Bloodraven wasn't working again. Even the werewood can no longer preserve the rotting nerves of the powerful human warg.

The children needed a new three eyed Raven, and they had already chosen one. She was born weak, sickly and small compared to her other siblings. The physical disparity between herself and her older sister estranged their relationship, which resulted in her turning to the manly arts of violence to build up the confidence that was diminished by her short stature. The girl would have been perfect, she was rebellious and brave, when the time came she would have defied her wary father and ventured north willingly. Beyond the frozen wall she would find the children, take pity on them and help them in order to gain glory. To become the heroin of the new age, the new Nymeria. She was selfish and arrogant but her arrogance will leave her blinded by those that appear weak, and in need of help. She would seek vengeance on those that harmed her and she would seek vengeance for the children as well, all of her own free will.

But then another was born. One that was unlike any warg that has come before, and perhaps one that the world would never see the likes of ever again.

He was born strong, destined to be tall, broad shouldered and brave. At first glance one would not think him to be a warg, but on closer observation his abilities become evident. Unfortunately the boy was too entertained by his physical capabilities to give his other gifts a chance to shine.

Luckily his physical strengths were taken away and now he sees the world differently. He finally let bloodraven into his dreams but he is still too loyal to his father to come north willingly.

His dire wolf had confirmed what they all believed. The boy was a powerful warg. But Leaf's optimism gave way to dread when it dawned on her that the boy's power was beyond her comprehension. It was an exciting revelation, but one that had a sinister edge. If the boy was not treated properly, he could turn on them and destroy everything that the children had worked for. He must never learn the true extent of his powers before he is merged with the werewood net.

Leaf turned her focus back onto the outerworld and stared at the corpse of a man that had died long ago. She formed her hand into a fist and tapped him on the thin pale skin of his forehead.

The corpse stirred, taking a painful yawn, dislocating his jaw before moving it back to it's proper place. Leaf needed the thing to be working properly when the boy arrived. Oh well, at least he will think it's only just dying.

The warging corpse was the life's work of Leaf's master, Bramble. The previous tree whisperer. There was a time when the children had lost all hope for revenge. A time when the children were resigned to hide away and accept extinction. All that changed with the creation of the three eyed raven. The children had known for a long time that warging abilities could be amplified when the neural network of the flesh is combined with the root system of the weirwood.

For all intents and purposes all who underwent the process entered the afterlife, only a cold moving corpse remained writhing in agony. It worked well with children, but Bramble realized the system was more powerful with a human body. Unfortunately very few humans were eligible for the process. Bloodraven was the only human bramble found with warging abilities that was almost as good as that of one of Leaf's kin. It took a great deal of trickery and cunning to lure the old man to this cave, and after that his lust for power did him in. The roots festered and grew out from within him and his men were slaughtered in the middle of the night when they stripped themselves of their armour.

Her mind melded with the preserved neural synapses of the corpse. Leaf flitted through the eyes and ears of the forest as she made her way towards King's landing. she was a sparrow, then a squirrel, then a seagull, then a dear, then the wolf that was hunting the deer. Leaf visited the mind of the direwolves, each an unwilling servant in her plans, seeing what they had seen. With the exception of Nymeria and ghost, the rest of the wolves were all in winterfel. Their masters unaware of how events were unfolding in the south.

Leaf became a common boar, then an eagle, then a doe trapped in a snare, waiting for the hunters to find her. Leaf took over and all fear of pain the doe had was replaced by Leaf's resolve. The deer pulled against the rope with all it's might using such an effort that the deer almost died. The skin peeled off it's leg. Such a pain would have stopped a lesser warg but Leaf continued undaunted making sure the wolves would find the deer before the humans did.

Leaf became a common cow, a tall stag, then a sheep, looking upon the walls of King's landing.

Leaf fluttered above the clash of steel in the ground below. She had sped towards the carnage where the rest of her kin fled away from it. She was flying towards the cause of the conflict, the heart of the human capital.

Somewhere in these unnatural stone walls, Eddard was struggling for his life. Leaf didn't want him to be here so soon. The stag that killed the direwolf was meant to be a warning, but Eddard was a stubborn man and the events of Robert's rebellion had made him distrust in prophecy. Howland Reed, the green seer, had also lost faith by the end of the war, for he had seen too much to naively believe in the miracles Leaf had promised him. Thankfully his son is more malleable. And rebellious.

Leaf perched on the balcony of the King's bedchamber. Where the battle down below failed to unnerve her the royal bedchamber made her bowels release. She blinked, turned her head this way and that, but the image before her did not shift.

A silver-eye hawk swept down and landed on the pigeon with deadly force, through it's eyes Leaf saw it with a clarity impossible for any other animal. She saw the corpse of Robert Baratheon, walking, breathing and cursing. The hawk couldn't comprehend the words that the humans were speaking.

Plucking the feathers of the pigeon helped Leaf cope with the sight. Robert Baratheon should have been dead. Leaf had personally pulled out the entrails out of the King and the doves had watched his final breath. Her plan appears to be put on hold. The humans need to be in worse condition for the brewing conflict between humans and Others to amount to anything substantial. With Robert as King, Ned has full support of the South. Leaf did not know how Robert was reanimated but she needed to alter her plans.

She rushed back to her own mind, a little too quickly for her own good this time. The jumps between forest creatures was disorientating enough in regular circumstances but now she almost got lost. She returned to the cave only to stare at her face through bloodraven's eyes.

She called for the Oracle.

"The trees speak for you, whisperer." The Oracle received her memories and deciphered the meaning." It seems the Red God has chosen a champion." His verdict meant the situation was worse than she thought.

" It seems your schemes have been foiled." The voice replaced Leaf's panic with rage.

"You speak too brazenly old king of mine. You're lineage brought appeasement to the humans and ruin to us.

Do not let your fear cloud my judgement. Ned Stark would have been a good ally against the Red God but Rhollor must still face the Lannisters then the Others. And if they survive, winter would claim them.

When spring comes and the corpses thaw, I will lead my people to walk the surface once again. And we shall feast on your flesh as a means to lessen the sting of our shame."