Warg Maiden

Edited by xXFallenSakuraXx52

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones.

Summary: She was intended to be the next Three-Eye Raven, a warg from the Dire Tribe. But she was more wolf than a raven. A hunter rather than an observer. Rejected from her true fate, Imogen must take the knowledge she has gained from the Children to stop an imminent threat, the White Walkers. However, a Crow is in the way.

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Prologue

It started as a typical day for Ser Waymar Royce. He was woken up in his cold room where his bunkmate snores vibrated through the room. He began praying to the New Gods to bless him on his assignment outside the confines of Castle Black. Sometimes he wonders why he joined the Black. Ser Waymar was no prisoner, nor a criminal. He'd never stole a loaf of bread, murder anyone, or raped a maiden. The last two, his father Lord Yohn Royce would've kill him himself, if his youngest son ever did such an atrocity that smeared the Royce name. No, Waymar was the third son of Yohn, even with his title of knightlihood, there was barely anything he could inherit when his father meets their maker. He was a skilled Warrior, trained by the best Masters-of-arms in the Vale. Sadly, there hasn't been any wars, not since the Greyjoy Rebellion.

So, Ser Waymar Royce decided to join the Night's Watch. When he made that decision, Lord Royce sat him down for a serious discussion, knowing the consequences when taking the Black. When one considers the Black, he can never marry, can never father children, nor own lands. A celibate life…well not entirely celibate since the men would sneak off to Mole's Town to wet their peckers. Yet, it was an adventure. Ser Waymar needed experience, and Lord Royce knew his youngest son was an adventurer. So, together, father and son headed North, stopping at Winterfell as an honored guest. Although honorable when a noble takes the Black, Waymar sadly has a behavior of arrogance. Luckily Lord Commander Jeor Mormont smacked the self-entitlement out of the young man along with Benjen Stark. The arrogance needed some work, but Waymar learned and earned his place as a Ranger. Including his birth status had some help with that.

By early morning in the shieldhall, Ser Waymar heard talk about sightings of wildlings being spotted on the other side of the Wall. Lord Commander assigned Ser Waymar to lead a small band to scout through the Haunted Forest and give a report. A simple scouting missions. The fellow Night's Watchmen joining him were Gared and Will.

Gared was one of the few Night's Watchmen, having taken the Black since he was a boy and spent forty years of his life as a ranger. Gared was slightly offended that Jeor chose Ser Waymar to lead the expedition, but his old friend assures him, that Ser Waymar needed some experience and to report how the young man did. A test. Gared accepted that while muttering into his ale. The second one, was the definition of a Greenhorn, was Will, although Will had four years in the Night's Watch, one year over Ser Waymar, the man was timid. Will did not volunteer to take the Black willingly, no he was a poacher, illegally hunting in House Mallister's woods, till the Lord's free-rider caught him skinning a buck. Instead of losing a hand, Will took the Black. During his first year, Will was terrified of going beyond the Wall, scared of the stories and the savagery of the wildlings.

Especially the recent accounts of the Wildling Huntress. Some of the Rangers crossed paths with a wildling who rides a great beast of black fur. Pale skin, dark eyes, and a spear in hand. Those who encounter her received a scar from the devilish woman as her minion pinned the men down, while she takes a dagger and carves a spiral on their skin.

So, when they got on their horses, Gared comforted Will saying that the Huntress is only ever spotted beyond the Wall pass the Haunted Forest. No one dares cross paths with her.

Therefore, they waited at the Wall's Gate, Gared and Will holding the torches while Ser Waymar was at the front. Once the Gate was lifted, they entered through the tunnel traveling along the icy carved passage. The Wall was built by Bran the Builder during the age of the First Men. Commonly known as the Age of Heros. One of the many wonders of the world, questioning if one man built the Wall in a single lifetime or his descendants who held the same namesake. Creating a Wall made entirely out of ice to separate Westeros from the Others. No one knows or remembers who the Others were, except the Wildlings.

By the time they reached the other side, the air had become colder — Summer Snow on one side and artic wasteland on the other. Gared and Will tossed their torches in a brazier, then waited, before heading off into the Haunted Forest. Find the Wildling raiders and head back to report. An hour passed when Ser Waymar decided to split up. The two men nodded, going their separate ways.

Will continued onward, yet his horse started to become anxious. He tried comforting the creature, until spotting smoke up ahead. A fire was lit. Thus, Will dismounted, taking the reins to secure the horse before crawling on his stomach along the small hill to investigate the camp. What he saw bewildered him. Instead of seeing a band of wildlings either asleep or resting, or better yet an abandoned camp, he saw a massacre. Bodies tore from limb to limbs, and heads mounted on small spikes. All around the limbs were assembled to form some ancient rune design.

There was only one body who stood alive. A tall figure, with dark hair wearing a black fur cloak. The individual was wearing a mask in the shape of a wolf's head. The individual knelt trying to remove the heads from the small spikes. As if the person was trying to rearrange the corpses. Will couldn't figure out if the Wildling caused this monstrosity or is trying to put deceased back together for burial. A sound of a bird caught their attention, Will, looking up from the trees saw a Snowy Owl who was glaring at him — the individual looked at the Snowy Owl before snapping their head towards Will.

Terrified, he stood up, stumbling backward when something pressed against his back. Will jumped, turning around seeing a poor wildling child pinned to a tree. As if somebody had the strength to lift the child and stab her into the branch. Let alone the savage in the massacre.

Disturbed and scared, Will ran fast as he could to get Ser Waymar and Gared. Knowing they will not believe him unless they see it for themselves.

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"What do you expect? They're savages" Ser Waymar sarcastically told Will. "One lot steals a goat from another lot, before you know it, they're ripping each other to pieces."

"I've never seen Wildlings do a thing like this," Will exclaimed. "I never seen a thing like this, not ever in my life."

"How close did you get?" Ser Waymar asked, adjusting the saddle of his horse.

"Close as any man would," Will answered. "Especially the one wearing the wolf masked."

"It's probably the Dire tribe," Gared said. "We should head back to the Wall."

Ser Waymar face his men, "Do the dead frighten you?"

"Our orders were to track the wildlings," Gared reminded. "We tracked them. They won't trouble us no more."

"You don't think Mormont'll ask us how they died?" Ser Waymar asked. "That one Dire killed an entire band? Get back on your horse."

Gared huffs, despising the arrogant knight while muttering under his breath.

Will came over to Ser Waymar, "Whatever did it to them could do it to us. They even killed the children."

"It's a good thing we're not children." Ser Waymar sarcastically replied. "You want to run away south, run away. Of course, they will behead you as a deserter, if I don't catch you first. Get back on your horse. I won't say it again.

Will, afraid for his life, conceded. Not sure what is worse, Ser Waymar, the Night's Watch, the Dires, or the unknown. Unable to defy orders, he went back on his horse leading the way. By the time they reach the fire was still blazing; however, the camp was not the same as Will had left it. In fact, the camp was entirely different. There was nobody, no blood on the snow. Even the snow appeared to be untouched. All three rangers had their swords ready for nothing.

Ser Waymar turned to Will, and sarcastically said, "Your dead men seem to have moved camp."

"They were here," Will mumbled in disbelief.

Gared, who thinks it was a wildling trick turned to the young man, "See where they went."

Will nodded, making his way back to the horses while Gared and Ser Waymar investigate the grounds to check if they can find tracks. Unaware of a Snowy Owl watching from above. The forest was silent, except for the echoing noises of animals. Gared knelt, tossing over small piles of snow hoping to find something. In one pile, he found a torn scarf that was red. Gared found it strange since Wildlings don't know how to produce dyes and colors, relying on the fabrics that animals' furs and skins could provide. So, where in the Seven Kingdoms would a red scarf be doing up here. Thus, he picked it up, only to discover the scarf was not red because of dyes…no…it was stained with blood.

Ser Waymar turned around from the tree where the fire was and noticed the red scarf, "What is it?"

Little did the knight known of the massive pile of snow near the fire began to rise. Taking the form of a massively tall man, pale skin that seemed to be carved from ice, with vibrant blue eyes. Gared who knelt there saw this, seeing a creature like no other. He gasped, lost for words. Ser Waymar, confused, turned around only to be met by a sword made of ice slicing through his upper body. Before he could comprehend what happened, his upper body slid off from his lower body onto the ground. Gared screamed in horror, standing up to run away.

Meanwhile, Will once reaching the horses thought he saw someone hiding behind the trees. He also noticed a trail of footprints. Curious, he follows the person. Staying quiet, thinking the individual was oblivious of his presence. It wasn't until he heard a scream followed by the horses neighing in distress until two of the three horses started charging away almost trampling him. Will got back up, wiping the snow off his cloak when he spotted the little girl from before standing there with her back to him. She turned around slowly, opening her eyes, revealing them to be icy blue. Impossible, yet she stood there with a hole in her chest. Terrified, Will started to run. He was running for his life while hearing a snarling echo amongst the trees. He saw a figure up ahead and stopped, only to realize it was Gared.

Gared stopped spotting Will only to make a mistake as the White Walker that killed Ser Waymar grabbed him by the head and decapitated him with the ice sword. Will stood there in horror, watching the monster holding Gared's head as his body fell. The White Walker made a cackling noise, turning to address Will marching towards him. Will, frozen with fear, could not move, just as the White Walker tossed the head onto his feet.

It happened so fast, but the person with the wolf mask appeared out from the trees landing between them. The person drew their spear as the spearhead was massive. The spearhead was not made of iron like most Wildling weapons. Instead, it was made out of stone, almost holding a resemblance to black glass…obsidian. The White Walker stepped back, making a cackling noise.

"Run," the person said, sounding female.

"Wh—" He couldn't say the words.

"Run!" She shouted. "Tell them what you saw and run!"

The White Walker suddenly charged at them. The Wildling twirled her spear going on the defensive as both crystal blades collided. A clashing sound echoed off from the two gems as if their center cores were trying to figure out its opponent's origin.

"Run, you fool!" She yelled again, trying to keep the White Walker back.

Will, still in shock, got up and ran.

He did not look back, as he heard the sound of a duel behind him. He did not turn around when hearing cries of agony and pain. But most of all, he did not turn around when hearing an inhuman shriek and shattering.

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