#odeath

How I got into this situation, I have no idea. I had just decided to take a walk through the snow-covered forest, near my village where I live with my father. I had wanted to get away from my boring life for a while since I do really nothing for a living, besides cooking for my father and me. According to my father, my mother died giving birth to me, so he had to raise me all by himself, but thankfully, he had some help from one of the women that lived in the village. But my father did most of the work. He taught me everything that I now know including fighting, hunting, and how to survive. He meant everything to me and I loved him so much. So naturally, when I had returned to my village from my walk, my heart literally stopped beating. My eyes brimmed with tears and my breath caught in my throat as my eyes lay witness to my whole village being slaughtered by White Walkers.

Won't you spare me over till another year?

I wanted to scream. I wanted to grab my sword and attacking these foul beasts, but I just couldn't. I had been petrified to the spot. My eyes wide with terror, yet filled with unshed tears. I had watched as a nearby White Walker grab a young woman by her throat, and plunge his crystal-like sword into her stomach. The woman's high-piercing scream filled the air. I had to cover my ears due to how shrill sounding it was. The Walker then proceed to withdraw his sword from the woman and then decided to through her against a nearby tree. After seeing that, I felt my insides start to churn, and I had to lean over on a nearby tree to let whatever contents that were in my stomach come out. Once I was finished, I had wiped whatever trances there was on the back of my sleeve and turned to face the gruesome scene again, only this time, the White Walker had turned to face me. Instantly, my heartbeat had picked up as his icy, cold blue eyes seemed to stare right into my soul. Neither of us moved a muscle as we had this staring-like contest. It wasn't until I couldn't handle his cold, intense stare anymore that I had decided to flee.

Well what is this, that I can't see? With ice cold hands taking hold of me.

When God is gone and the Devil takes hold. Who'll have mercy on my soul?

Taking a quick glance behind me, I saw that the White Walkers were still in pursuit. They weren't that far behind, but they were quickly gaining on me. So, I pulled whatever strength I had left in me, and forced my legs to go faster. Sadly, it wasn't enough. I suddenly felt myself being tackled roughly from my side. My body landed roughly on the snowy, cold ground causing my vision to blur. However, before my eyesight could fully clear, I felt this excruciating pain coming from my side. A shrilling scream tore its way from my lungs and leapt out into the chilly air. My eyes scrunched as the pain continued to course through my body. A small moan was elicited from my lips as I tried to move, but it only caused more unwanted pain from my side.

O Death, O Death, consider my age.

Please don't take me at this stage.

The sound of shouts and swords colliding with one another filled my muffled hearing. Blinking, I opened up my eyes to reveal dark shapes fighting off the White Walkers. I couldn't tell how many there were, but it looks like these dark shapes had defeated them all. Black spots suddenly started to appear at the corners of my vision. Blinking frantically, I tried to get them to disappear, but it wasn't all in vain. The last thing I saw was one of the tall, dark shapes walking towards me. Then I was out.  

O Death. O Death.

Won't you spare me over till another year?

* * *

Without warning, a giant white beast tackled me to the ground; the air forced out of my lungs as my back hit the ground hard. I didn't even have enough time to defend myself before I heard a squishing sound, followed by an agonizing pain in my chest. My head tilted back, eyes closed tight, as an anguished scream ripped through my vocal cords and dispersed into the air. The pain continued to course through my chest. However, a bone-chilling numbness slowly started seeping its way into my body. I could feel it; the coldness, as it began with the wound in my stomach and continued to spread outwards; going in all directions. I tried to move my arms or any body part for that matter, but it's like my body had a mind of its own. Before I knew it, the coldness had traveled up my neck and was beginning to consume my head; though, just before I let the darkness pull me under, I realized what was happening to me. A single, lone tear streaked down my cheek and plummeted into the snow. The next time I would wake up, I wouldn't be my normal self. Instead, would be one of them. A wight, part of the White Walkers army.

Oh, I am Death, and none can tell,

If I open the door to heaven or hell.

My eyes shot wide open as my body jerks awake from the deep sleep. A young man nearby came over to me and grabbed my shoulders, gently pushing me back down. "Hey, easy there. You are badly injured, my lady." His voice calm and soft. "Just try to lie still."

"Wh-what," I tried to speak, but my throat and mouth were dry. The man saw this and went over to a corner of the small room. My eyes followed him, taking this time to look him over. He is tall, at least a few feet taller than I am. He's dressed in all black and looks to be a year older than me. As he turns around, my eyes wander up to take in his face. He has a mop of dark curly hair along with a small beard. His dark ebony colored eyes find mine as he sits back down on the floor next to me.

"Here's some water," he says handing me a small canteen. Warily, I grabbed the flask from his hands and took a sip. The cold liquid felt refreshing against my throat. The man watched as I closed off the canteen and handed it back to him. "Feel better?" he asked, after setting the canteen down. I nodded, taking a quick look at my surroundings. We were in a small run-down hut. A small fire sat alit a few feet away, keeping us warm.

No wealth, no land, no silver, not gold.

Nothing satisfies me but your soul.

Before I had the opportunity to ask the man anything, a sudden loud bark drew our attention to the closed wooden door. The man casts an unreadable expression towards me, before going to open the door. A large snow white direwolf came into view. It's red-beady eyes briefly flickered over towards me before it's attention was drawn back to its master. "What is it Ghost?" the man asked. The wolf, Ghost, turned around and ran out into the snow, apparently wanting this person to follow him. The young man quickly walked over to a corner of the room, grabbed what looked like a sword, and started walking out of the small cabin, but not before turning around and saying, "Stay here." With that, he left.

Once he was gone, I took this opportunity to leave. I know that this man has been kind to me so far, but who knows what other intentions he has planned. Slowly, I got up from the ground, clenching my teeth as pain shot through my side. Upon making it outside, the chilly wind seems to suddenly pick up. Swirling around me like a vortex of screaming silver. The cold biting any visible skin, it could find. Taking a deep breath, I willed myself to start walking, leaving the abandoned shelter behind me. However, as I began to trudge through the tundra-like landscape, I saw a black figure running towards me. He was shouting something, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. The howling wind surrounding me hindering any possible sounds that could be heard.

I'm Death, I come to take the soul.

Leave the body and leave it cold.

A sudden gasp escapes my lips as an indescribable feeling of pain overwhelms me. My feet stumble forward a few steps before my knees buckled and I collapse onto the freezing cold ground; a loud audible groan eliciting from my throat upon impact. I quickly moved my right hand over the wound in my chest, trying to slow down the bleeding, but it wasn't helping. I could still feel the thick, crimson liquid pouring out; draining my body of life.

Black spots danced at the corners of my vision as I did my best to stay awake, but it was all in vain. The last thing I saw was the man from the small cabin, kneeling down next to me. His face etched with sympathy and remorse. "I'm sorry, my lady," he spoke softly, his dark ebony eyes staring down at me as the life was slowly sucked out me. He grabbed my left hand in his, squeezing gently before standing up and quickly running away; not even looking back. As I stared up at the sky, I felt my chest heave its last breath; eyes glazing over.

O Death, O Death

Won't you spare me over till another year?

Bitter cold hands touched the body of the young woman who lay dead in the now, scarlet-stained snow. Immediately, the tone of her skin changed to a sickly white, almost a pale azure color. Her eye color quickly transforming into a haunting icy blue.

She was a human being, but now she's one of them; a servant to the ever-growing army of the White Walkers.

A wight.