02-18-2015, 07:56 AM
"Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honour to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come."
"And now, his watch is ended..."
~
Jon inhaled sharply in surprise as he felt his senses return to him suddenly, where he was and what surrounded him coming into faint view. He looked about silently. A trickling fountain of water and... people. People who looked just as confused as he felt. Jon sighed. His head still felt a bit fuzzy, and it would throb violently whenever Jon would try and remember anything. All he could remember was his name, and what it meant. Snow...
His first instinct was to ask somebody what was truly going on. Where he was, how he got here, was there a way out... but from the looks of their faces, they seemed to lack as much of an answer as he did. Glaring off into the distance, though, he could see... something. A gateway? Arches? It was difficult to tell. It look only a walking distance, though.
As Jon took a few steps forward, he paused. Something, or rather, someone, had caught his attention. A small, pink haired boy stood, whimpering. Some demonic figure had sprouted from the boys back, yelling obscenities at him before instructing him to do the same as Jon was; head to the figure in the distance. Jon cocked his head to the side a bit, watching the boy for a few more moments before beginning to walk once more, pacing after him rather quickly, a hand resting idly at the hilt of his weapon Longclaw, the direwolf head fashioned for the pommel visible to all.
"And now, his watch is ended..."
~
Jon inhaled sharply in surprise as he felt his senses return to him suddenly, where he was and what surrounded him coming into faint view. He looked about silently. A trickling fountain of water and... people. People who looked just as confused as he felt. Jon sighed. His head still felt a bit fuzzy, and it would throb violently whenever Jon would try and remember anything. All he could remember was his name, and what it meant. Snow...
His first instinct was to ask somebody what was truly going on. Where he was, how he got here, was there a way out... but from the looks of their faces, they seemed to lack as much of an answer as he did. Glaring off into the distance, though, he could see... something. A gateway? Arches? It was difficult to tell. It look only a walking distance, though.
As Jon took a few steps forward, he paused. Something, or rather, someone, had caught his attention. A small, pink haired boy stood, whimpering. Some demonic figure had sprouted from the boys back, yelling obscenities at him before instructing him to do the same as Jon was; head to the figure in the distance. Jon cocked his head to the side a bit, watching the boy for a few more moments before beginning to walk once more, pacing after him rather quickly, a hand resting idly at the hilt of his weapon Longclaw, the direwolf head fashioned for the pommel visible to all.
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