Escrita por: ~Blackbird2000
I watched the whole scene from far away. Sam trying to convince Jon to take a girl with us.
Jon was right. We couldn't just take her. Mormont wouldn't have it. And Sam would probably lose more than a hand. But no matter how bad I tried to tell myself that, I couldn't shake the idea. I wanted to help the girl. So I told Sam to wait for her to deliver the baby, and then indicate the way to the Wall. Because that's all we could do.
Gilly would have to help herself.
Now I was outside, making company to Jon, in the dark. We were next to the fire, trying to keep ourselves warm, staying in a peaceful silence. And I was about to ask him if he knew Ghost and Skye's whereabouts, when a noise coming from behind got my attention.
Sounded like a baby crying.
"Jon." I whispered. But he was asleep.
Getting back to my feet I followed him into the woods, pressing tight my fingers around the sword's cable.
The son of a bitch was carrying a baby. It couldn't be good.
I knew something was off. Either he'd kill him, or leave him alone freezing to death.
Walking in the snow, I smoothed my steps, making no noise. So all that could be heard was birds chirping, and Craster's boots.
And I waited.
When he turned around to go back I quickly hid behind a tree, staying still to camouflage myself into the darkness. But the baby was no longer in his arms. And I felt my heart tight inside my chest.
Come on. Cry. Cry and I'll know where you are.
"Please." I whispered.
And he cried, loudly, making me immediately start running in his direction, not carrying anymore about being quiet.
But before I could reach him, a shadow appeared, rising in front of me, standing between me and the baby.
No. No. No.
The last thing I remembered was the icy blue eyed White Walker facing me as he took the child. And I wanted to scream. Part the creature in two with Dark Sister, but everything went black.
Arms. Then I felt familiar arms around me, and someone calling my name.
My head was spinning in a terrible dizziness, hurting even more when I opened my eyes.
Jon was holding me in his lap, pressing something cold against my temple as Sam spread a balm in my wounds.
"What happened?" I asked them.
"Craster hit you pretty bad on the head. What were you thinking?!" Jon said angrily.
I tried to sit up by myself, and instantly regretted when a wave of pain almost knocked me out.
"If I hadn't been there do you know what he'd have done to you?"
"He was going to kill a baby!! I couldn't just stand by and watch!!!" I interrupted him, not wanting to hear it. "He caught me off guard."
"I saw it." Jon signed. "I woke up, and you weren't there, so I went looking for you."
"And where's Craster now?"
"He's inside arguing with Lord Commander... because Jon punched him." Sam replied.
My mouth formed an O.
I abruptly entered the wooden house with the boys behind me.
"Lord Commander I'm s..."
"Wait outside." He ordered. "NOW."
"I want you, and your members gone. And you'll make this right." Craster gestured to his blackened eye. "The nosy girl will stay as payment for this."
Mormont turned to me.
"I TOLD YOU TO WAIT OUTSIDE." He roared. "ALL OF YOU."
The men above us started to exit, mumbling curses for having to leave their comfort so soon.
And I felt some nasty stares at me before Jon grabbed my hand to push me with him.
Less than five minutes later, commander's silhouette appeared on the door, heading for us. The man looked furious.
"Who am I??" He asked, making Jon his first victim as he shoved him against a sled. "WHO AM I?"
"You're Lord Commander." Jon answered.
"And who are you?"
"Jon Snow. Your steward."
"You want to lead one day? Then learn how to follow." Mormont released him, turning to me. "Lucinda, what did you do?"
"I didn't do anything. I just followed Craster into the woods. He was taking the baby..."
"And what business is that of yours?"
"You don't understand! He was going to kill him! His own son!!"
"Wildlings serve crueler Gods than we do." Mormont said, ashamed of himself. "The boys... are offerings."
"Offerings? Are you serious?" I asked in exasperation. "He's murdering babies. He's a monster... and you... you... YOU KNOW."
"NO." I screamed. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU KNEW IT ALL THIS TIME AND DID NOTHING."
"How many times Craster has been the difference between life and death to our Rangers. Benjen among them." He reasoned. "We have other wars to fight out there. So like it or not we need men like him."
I shook my head, ignoring the remained pain.
"You're wrong. We do not need men like him. We need good, respectful human beings. People like him are the exactly cause why this world is going into shit." I replied walking away.