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The lights of the tavern slowly disappeared in the dark mists behind the walking figure. It entered the nearby forest, a world of darkness and snow. The trees seemed black in the chilly fog, which had devoured the whole forest. The hooded figure continued walking deeper and deeper into the coldness, until it stopped.

“Greyjoy!” it called out.

The calmness of the shadows was ruined after moments by a white wolf. It ran towards its caller and stopped in front of him, waiting for any action of him.

The wolf is all I have left, thought Ragnarr grimly.

Ragnarr took his hood off. His long blond hair started moving from the light wind. He turned his head towards the sound of his wolf’s breathing. He could almost see him – Greyjoy’s warm eyes, looking with trust and loyalty at his blind eyes, covered with white cloth.

“Come,…” said Ragnarr and started walking forward, leaning on his sword-staff. It was dark-steel, forged in Willias’s blacksmith, south in Mullendore. On the bottom, the sharp blade touched the snow with no sound to be heard, while a small figure of a wolf’s head decorated the top. Ragnarr had it made after he came back from his sea journey. After he had lost his light, his vision. Since his arrival to the Lonely Islands, his life was dark and grim. The light, what he later realized was the gods’ greatest blessing, had left him forever.

Until one night.

He had a vision in his dreams. Instead of the dark thoughts, lurking in his mind during the day and freely roaming in his sleep, he dreamt of the gods. He was in a hall with high columns and bright torches, casting long shadows on the marble floor. At the end of the hall, there was a massive window, allowing a great view to the valley below. Ragnarr stepped closer to the large window, but a voice called form behind.

“Ragnarr,…”

The voice was a woman’s one, gentle and smooth, yet hard in its own way, full with authority and command. Ragnarr turned slowly and stopped, nearly stunned by the image before him. Skadi, the goddess of  winter, stood in front of him in all her beauty and magnificence.

“Do you miss the light?” she asked. Ragnarr felt incredibly weak and fell to his knees.

“I do,…” he said faintly.

“Ragnarr of the house Stormguard, you shall travel to the north-west until you find the Kelddusk Mountains. Then you shall climb them and find the light you seek.”

It all disappeared then. That was the end of the dream.

When he thought about it, the message was far from clear, but the point was straight.

Ragnarr walked forth with Greyjoy by his side towards the distant horizon, where the warmth of sunrise came.

i like you Epyon....

i love you too Septim

I am going to continue it tomorow. Glad you like it.

He felt the wind move his hair, the gentle warmth with it as well. He breathed deeply – fresh forest air, full with scents from various trees and herbs. Ragnarr stepped forward after the soft noise of wolf’s paws stepping in the snow. His own feet crunched in the gentle carpet of white snow on the ground.

I’ve never felt weaker in my life, thought Ragnarr darkly.

He moved the sword-staff ahead and stabbed in gently in the snow in front to feel the path ahead. They were moving slowly, but at least they knew the direction.

A faint sound of a water stream echoed through out the trees around, as well as men’s voices. Ragnarr could hear his wolf turn at him and lower to the ground, as if it were hunting. Greyjoy’s steps started sounding slower and softer. Ragnarr started walking more carefully and slowly as well. The voices grew louder, yet they suddenly stopped.

They saw me,…Ragnarr thought and stopped as well.

“Who the hell are ye?” a harsh voice was heard.

“Who gives a damn, I’m more willing to see his purse,…” another one said and Ragnarr heard someone (obviously the same person) take a sword out. Several people started walking forward.

Seven hells, brigands,… Ragnarr thought and grabbed his sword-staff with both his hands. He could not hear Greyjoy, but he knew his wolf was hiding, waiting for a good moment for a bloody and surprising attack.

“What are ye gonna do now, lad? Can you see this coming for ye?” he heard someone say and heard a swing, a steel blade cutting the air.

After Ragnarr had lost his vision, he realized other of his senses had become much better, especially hearing. Ragnarr almost saw the blade coming for him from the right, so he dodged it quickly and swung his own weapon in the direction from were a man was breathing.

Steel tore in flesh and an angry groan was heard. Suddenly, he heard something jump and howl. Then, men were shouting and screaming.

Thank you, Greyjoy. Ragnarr stabbed from were he heard a shout and after that he could hear screaming. Greyjoy was after the others, but the brigands were running. Their loud footsteps, quick and clumsy, faded away in the forest.

Ragnarr knelt and stroked his wolf’s soft fur.

They both continued their journey until the warmth of the sun disappeared and the path became steep. This is were the hard part begins, thought Ragnarr grimly and placed the sword-staff ahead, feeling the path ahead and following the noise of a wolf breathing.

*cough**cough*, I'm alergic to sarcasm,...
Tomorow I'll post the last one.

Wow what a great end.....Ragnarr must of died and gone to the viking version of heaven.