Nerd In the North 7-6

“H-happy birthday to me…” The fire crackled in the center of their camp, orange light doing that weird dance thing flames always did when you stared too long. Most of the Stark men-at-arms had already rolled into their bedrolls hours ago, snoring like a bunch of broken lawn mowers. Tomard Snow and Wat huddled together…

So. Greg’s voice broke the silence like it was a thing that could break. He scratched the side of his neck, and didn’t bother looking up at first. “You want me to heal your brother.” He clicked his tongue, mouth tilting upwards in something that wasn’t a smile but tried its best to pull one…

Castle-forged steel came down, the blade of the Night’s Watch wreathed in orange fire he’d pulled from somewhere deep in his gut. Simple steel it was, but it served well enough as the fire and force carved through rotted flesh gone frozen. The dead thing stumbled back, blue eyes flickering the way marsh-lights did before…

II-10: A New Sun  – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – He walked through the dense forest, boots crunching over leaves and twigs that snapped like tiny bones, the damp air heavy with the scent of pine and earth that reminded him way too much of summer…

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