Introduction (Robb Stark)
There was a moment of pain, of emptiness, of darkness. A moment of death.
And then he is awake as though it had never been, lying on a wooden floor in a patch of sunlight, head pounding and heart along with it. He hurts all over, but with a careful movement, finds that he seems to be in one piece, more or less. As if it were all a dream and he hadn't died at all, hadn't watched the men who'd fought for him die as they were betrayed...
Utterly confused, he shoves himself to his feet, stumbling a little, and turns in a circle to look at his surroundings, utterly unfamiliar. It doesn't seem to be any of the seven hells, though. What it is, he isn't ready to say just yet. Something...vague sets the hairs on the back of his neck crawling, but he can't tell what it is.
A moment later a huge wolf shoves his nose under Robb's dangling hand, growling low in his throat and only adding to his master's unease. He doesn't know where he is, but it's certainly not where he's supposed to be.
And then he is awake as though it had never been, lying on a wooden floor in a patch of sunlight, head pounding and heart along with it. He hurts all over, but with a careful movement, finds that he seems to be in one piece, more or less. As if it were all a dream and he hadn't died at all, hadn't watched the men who'd fought for him die as they were betrayed...
Utterly confused, he shoves himself to his feet, stumbling a little, and turns in a circle to look at his surroundings, utterly unfamiliar. It doesn't seem to be any of the seven hells, though. What it is, he isn't ready to say just yet. Something...vague sets the hairs on the back of his neck crawling, but he can't tell what it is.
A moment later a huge wolf shoves his nose under Robb's dangling hand, growling low in his throat and only adding to his master's unease. He doesn't know where he is, but it's certainly not where he's supposed to be.