#dearathava

- Bran

You. You... creature. You beast to whom I cannot even give the name woman. I cannot even wrap my head around your existence. I feel like I'm in a nightmare, a nightmare in which everything I have ever feared or soothed myself into disbelieving has turned real. It's not so much your face, your presence, your eyes. It was the sound. As soon as you emerged, a wicked smile spread across your lips and I felt on fire from the inside out, a thousand crescendoing notes colliding into a cacophony of agony and it I knew, I *knew* it was you. You who contaminated us with your vile blood, you who caused so much pain to my grandfather, to my father, you are the one who let me touch the music we all hear daily. I suppose I should thank you but I want you dead. I can see every tear my grandfather ever shed for you dancing in your eyes. I have only ever seen my father scared when he saw your face. You are a disaster waiting to happen. You are a monster. You are a menace to my family and you can kill them all for all I care, but you will not take me. I will survive. I will find a way to fight back, I am going to become stronger than you could ever dream. I will drive you away from me and Cress with my own hands or I will die trying. I'm going to find you and I'm going to stop you. - The last Stavden to fall prey to your atrocities

- Helen