Becoming Porcelain

Chapter 40- Dragon, Dragon, what do you breathe?

The town was quite small that we arrived at, and you could tell it had been built up for travellers use only. Stalls were in every direction you looked, some selling spices whilst others sold cheap material. Little wooden houses were scattered in random places, giving a home to those who had just enough to build one. Dirty children ran wild across the filthy streets and would try their hardest to steal something you had. Lucky for me I had nothing of wealth with me. The town lied beside the old ruins of Vultures Roost, a castle that had crumbled to the ground years ago. Just behind the market ruins stood a mountain, the biggest one that I had seen so far, and a river ran beside it.

I knew that I wanted to arrive at a town, but now that I was here I didn't know what to do. It wasn't really what I expected, it was defiantly smaller than I was thinking. Me and Melisandre walked through the main busy street and I could see her beady eyes looking for some refuge. I smiled at the children that passed by excitedly, they reminded me of home. Even though they were slightly naughty, they brought back fond memories. It was amazing to see the many different people that surrounded me after been cooped up in that Tower of months. I had forgot how to act around real people, so I just looked at every one in pure joy.

"In here." Melisandre said and nodded her head toward a wooden inn that stood close to Vultures Roost.

I followed her inn and she ordered us a room. The room was small and only had one bed and I turned to her in confusion.

"I'm leaving, I have to go North." Melisandre said then hastily left the room. I stood there in shock, all alone in the room.

I didn't bother chasing after her, because she wouldn't say anything anyway. It was just rude how she just left. I could of gone with her, but to be truthful I don't she wanted me with her. She didn't know me, and I don't know her.

I walked over to the bed and sat down on it. My feet were sore and my back ached, we had been travelling for days now and I needed a good rest. But first I wanted to know where I was, I had that drive in me that wanted to adventure, that same drive that I had when I was at Winterfell. Brandon would always laugh at me when I went missing because I went on an adventure. Whereas it made Ned stressed to the max, and Father would always force me to apologise. I always had people around me at Winterfell, but now I'm all alone in the world, with just a baby that hasn't even been born. Without warning I began to cry, I had so much on my mind that I didn't know what else to do. Everyone that I ever loved has gone.

"What do I do Brandon?" I sobbed. "What do I do?" I wanted an answer, but it was an answer that I wasn't going to get. He was gone, like everyone else. But I knew him and my Father was with me with every step that I took.

After crying for what seemed like a lifetime I pulled myself together and went on an adventure like I had planned. When I got outside the sky had darkened greatly, making it all the more adventurous. The main street was slightly emptier, but still bursting with life. I made my way through it and arrived at the ruins of Vultures Roost. They were magnificent to look at, but they weren't as amazing as Harrenhal.

It wasn't a big castle that once stood here, you could tell by the small amount of ruins. But who ever lived here must of lost there home greatly, or maybe their lives.

I walked round the area in awe, and ran my fingers along the crumbling rocks, as if I was touching the history that had happened here. I liked to feel it on the end of my finger tips, it made me feel as if I was part of it, like it took me back and allowed me to see through the years. Mother told me once that I had done that all my life, she said she once caught me running my hands along every tree in the Weirwood and Father had to drag me away from them. Along with that she also said that I was uncontrollable, which is actually quite true.

The further to the mountain I got the bigger the ruins became, showing that they had been allowed the protection from the harsh weather. But one section of it all stuck out the most. A wall, bigger than me stood just to the East of the ruins, over looking the whole area. I made my way towards it and analysed it greatly. I touched it with my fingers and watched as parts of it crumbled at my harsh touch. Yet I couldn't help but realise that it didn't have just simple brick work, it had something else carved into it.

It was writing, and it was pretty clear to say that it had been here hundreds, or maybe thousands of years.

It read: "Dragon, Dragon, what do you breathe? Fire and Blood, destruction I leave. But my sun and spear are not bowed or bent. Against the Dragon, I shall never relent."

For some odd reason my heart had begun to race and I didn't know why. It was either because it was threatening to Targaryen's, or that maybe a Dragon had created this mess. But I could tell that this poem has laid in its place for years and truly had no important meaning to it, for if it did someone would of read it by now.

Suddenly a hand grabbed my shoulder so hard that I cried out in pain. I pulled away with all my might and quickly turned around. There stood a woman in red, like Melisandre, but she had anger in her eyes. I didn't know what to do. The woman was old and looked frail, she had long black hair and warts scattering her face. I couldn't really fight her, I'd break all her bones. Yet she did try to hurt me.

The woman's hands shook with what could only be called anger as she looked into my eyes and shook her head. She pointed her withered finger at me and took a step closer, so I took a step back.

"You weren't meant to read that." She croaked out and I stared at her in shock. "It wasn't for your eyes."

"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered. "I didn't know, I-I just thought it was-"

"It was what?" She snapped and neared me once more. I backed up as much as I could but to my dismay I hit the wall behind me.

"I-I don't know." I shouted. The woman frowned upon me and we were now face to face.

I wanted to react to how she was acting, attack her or even run away, but i couldn't. It was as if my legs were stuck to the floor.I couldn't do anything.

All of a sudden she pressed her hand upon my stomach and I flinched in surprise. Yet I didn't do anything.

"You or your child?" She hissed. I was now shaking in fear under her grip. I could feel her sharp nails sticking into my bump and I suddenly found the strength to push her off.

Her old body staggered back and I stood up straight, trying to make myself look braver than I was. I had no weapon with me, so if I was to fight the old hag it would have to be with my fists.

"You don't touch me or my child, and if you do I'll kill you with me bare hands. Do you understand?" I growled, like a wolf protecting her pups.

"Oh, I understand greatly." She cackled. "I just need an answer my dear, you or your child?"

"What are you talking about?" I wanted to walk away and go back to the inn, but I didn't want the crazy old woman finding out where I lived.

"It's simple. You need to pay for what you have done, so tell me, who would you want to live? You or your child?" Her words shocked me. I couldn't really tell if she was being serious or not. Was she really threatening my life? Or was she just acting crazy?

She stood like a crazy woman, with her hands crunched up to her chest and her back slightly arched, as if she couldn't stand straight. Yet I knew she could because she stood right up when she came face to face with me. This woman was just insane, she was speaking like a mad man.

"I'm not answering your question." I responded.

"Oh but you have to. Or else you both die. In horrid ways." She laughed at the end of her words and I couldn't help but grimace at her. She made me feel sick.