01 ❄ winter is coming

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[ Standing in the middle of a red stone room stands a young girl; within her hand is a wooden sword and here is a look of fear across her face. While she is in the room alone,there is blood all over. Pooled on the floor and even on the walls. She glances around her, turning in a circle and the moment she looks back at her sword it has been replaced with a thin blade. One that she knows well and grips in her left hand.

Outside the room come the rustling of bodies moving and the clanking of armor hitting against armor. A voice with a heavy accent is heard, dislocated from its body. ]

And what do we say to the God of Death?

Not today.

Go.

[ With those words, she runs into the hall behind her, grabbing a torch as she does. She's now running down the darkened hall. The light of the torch lighting the walls and elongating the shadows. The sound of a person falling behind her makes her run faster. Her legs are screaming, but she pushes on. She seems to be running an endless loop. A paradox. The same length of hall over and over again until suddenly she stops and quickly turns around. Her sword drawn up, the torch falling to the ground, and she's ready to attack. ]

Stay back.

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I had confidence long before Syrio became my instructor.

[ She turns and starts to head down the hall again, this time ti doesn't loop, but leads into the stables. In the waking world there were bodies slaughtered and the boy she stabbed, but they weren't here. Just clothes tossed all over and the trunk she found Needle in, but there was no need to look for it because the blade was in her hand. ]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[The waking world is never as tidy as the dream world can be. Mercury follows, alert to their surroundings, straining to listen for any out-of-place noise to signal an enemy.]

[ofwinterfell.livejournal.com]

So, what's your name?

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She gives her full title intentionally, to underscore her connection to the water.]

The soldier of Water and Wisdom, Mercury.

[ofwinterfell.livejournal.com]

What kind of name is Mercury?

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[One not to mock. Her head raises proudly.]

The planet where I was born. My planet. My power is guarded by that star.

[ofwinterfell.livejournal.com]

Really?

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

What's the point of it being a lie?

[ofwinterfell.livejournal.com]

People lie all the time.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Then, take it as a lie if you want. [She has nothing to prove to this girl.]

[ofwinterfell.livejournal.com]

[ She starts heading down the hall again since she has nothing mroe to say. ]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Mercury is no longer the type to call out, to ask someone to stay or wait, to chase after them. She lost those feelings a long time ago. She doesn't even bother to turn fully back towards Arya. The words are called back over her shoulder instead.]

So you plan to fight alone here?