Admin Mon Jun 06, 2011 12:40 am
The instant you give in to the need to go North, you fly over vale and valley, over forest and hills, and over the great wall itself. You see the wildlings digging up the ground, and corpses killing them. You see the newly killed wildlings become just like the corpses, cold demons of death. Suddenly, the tug forces you south. You watch the days pass in rapid succession, though you cannot tell if it is past or present, though by the age of the royal family you assume it is. You see the Hand of the King die, and you feel that that one single event will cause more death and destruction in its wake. You then get pulled east, far across the sea. You see a funeral pyre, and a woman, bare and baldas her naming day, sitting amongst the ashes nursing three tiny dragons at her bosom. You feel the days rewind as you fly back across the narrow sea, and you see your body again, and the girl. She is sitting, watching you now. She looks directly at you flying insubstantial above yourself, and suddenly you are sucked back in to your heavy body, grounded abruptly once more. You awaken to your body covered in a cold sweat.
