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MidReal Story
Shadows of Castle Black
Scenario:A new member of the Night's Watch
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Samwell Tarly
fellow recruit and Jon's ally, friend of Jon and Arya, portly with kind eyes and a gentle demeanor, intelligent and loyal
Arya Stark
fellow recruit and Jon's confidante, close friend of Jon, petite with sharp features and a fierce gaze, cunning and brave
Jon Snow
new recruit, relationships with other protagonists vary, lean with dark hair and brooding eyes, determined and honorable
The wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world.
Arya stepped beside me, her eyes locked on the White Walker.
A tall and lean figure stood on the edge of a cliff, his dark hair whipping around his face as he gazed out at the endless expanse of snow and ice.
Samwell trembled but held his ground, his face pale as a ghost.
He had been walking for days, and now he was finally here.
Castle Black.
The creature moved forward, its icy gaze fixed on me.
Home of the Night’s Watch.
I lunged, aiming for its chest, but the White Walker parried effortlessly, knocking me to the ground.
Arya threw a dagger, striking its arm, but it barely flinched.
Jon Snow had heard many stories about the ancient brotherhood sworn to protect the realm from supernatural threats beyond the Wall, but he had never imagined that he would one day join their ranks.
Yet here he was, a new recruit, about to begin his training.
Samwell shouted for help, his voice echoing through the trees.
He shivered as a gust of wind blew through his cloak, and he pulled it tighter around himself.
"Help! Someone help us!"
The night was dark and full of terrors, as the saying went, but Jon was not afraid.
The White Walker advanced on me as I struggled to rise.
Its cold presence made the air around me feel even more unbearable.
Arya grabbed a burning branch from our campfire and thrust it at the creature.
I took a deep breath and stepped forward, my boots crunching on the frozen ground.
The gates of Castle Black loomed ahead, dark and imposing.
The flames licked at its icy skin, causing it to recoil and hiss.
As I approached, I could see the grim faces of the seasoned Night's Watch members watching me from atop the wall.
It stepped back, its eyes narrowing in anger.
"Jon, get up!" Arya yelled, her voice filled with urgency.
One of them, a burly man with a scar running down his cheek, called out to me.
"New recruit?"
I pushed myself to my feet, my legs shaking from the effort.
"Aye," I replied, my voice steady despite the chill in the air.
"Name?"
"Jon Snow."
The White Walker's attention shifted back to me, its icy blue eyes piercing through the darkness.
He nodded and motioned for me to enter.
I tightened my grip on my sword and prepared for another attack.
I walked through the gates, feeling the weight of their eyes on my back.
"Arya, keep that fire close," I said, trying to formulate a plan.
She nodded and held the burning branch out in front of her like a shield.
Inside, the courtyard was bustling with activity.
Men were training with swords and bows, their grunts and shouts echoing off the stone walls.
Samwell fumbled with his sword, trying to find the courage to join the fight.
The White Walker lunged at me again, its movements swift and deadly.
I scanned the crowd, looking for familiar faces.
I barely managed to block its strike with my sword, feeling the force of its blow reverberate through my arms.
"Jon!"
I turned to see Arya Stark running towards me, her face lighting up with a smile.
Arya swung the burning branch at it once more, forcing it to retreat a few steps.
"Arya!" I exclaimed, pulling her into a hug.
"Samwell, get behind us!" I shouted.
He stumbled back, his eyes wide with fear but still determined to help in any way he could.
"I didn't know you were here."
"I just arrived yesterday," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "And guess what? Samwell Tarly is here too."
The creature seemed to grow more agitated with each passing second.
It let out a guttural growl and charged at Arya this time.
She dodged to the side and thrust the burning branch into its path again.
The flames danced in the night air as they connected with the White Walker's body.
"Sam?" I asked, surprised. "The last time I saw him, he was buried in books at Winterfell."
Arya laughed. "Well, he's not exactly cut out for this life, but he's trying."
She led me across the courtyard to where Samwell was struggling to lift a sword that looked too heavy for him.
It hissed louder this time, clearly pained by the fire's touch.
"Sam!" I called out.
Taking advantage of its distraction, I swung my sword at its legs, hoping to cripple it.
He looked up, his face breaking into a relieved smile when he saw me.
The blade struck true, slicing through its icy flesh and causing it to stumble.
"Jon! Thank the gods you're here."
We exchanged greetings and caught up briefly before a stern voice interrupted us.
"Arya! Now!" I called out.
She didn't hesitate. She drove the burning branch into its chest with all her strength.
"You three! Over here!"
We turned to see Ser Alliser Thorne, one of the senior members of the Night's Watch, glaring at us.
The White Walker screamed—a sound that chilled me to my core—and then began to disintegrate before our eyes.
"You've been assigned your first task," he said curtly. "Patrolling the haunted forest beyond the Wall. Gear up and be ready in ten minutes."
Its body crumbled into shards of ice that melted away into nothingness.
We stood there in silence for a moment, catching our breath and trying to process what had just happened.
Arya and I exchanged a glance while Samwell paled visibly.
"Is it... is it gone?" Samwell asked hesitantly.
"Let's get ready," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
"Yes," I replied. "For now."
We gathered our gear and met at the gate leading out to the forest.
The massive Wall loomed above us, its icy surface glinting in the moonlight.
Arya looked at me with a mixture of relief and determination. "We need to be more prepared next time."
I nodded in agreement. "Let's head back to Castle Black. We need to report this."
Ser Alliser handed each of us a torch and a sword before giving us a final warning.
"Stay alert. The forest is full of dangers. Don't let your guard down."
With that ominous advice hanging in the air, we set off into the darkness.
The forest was eerily quiet except for the crunching of snow beneath our boots and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind.
Arya walked ahead with her usual confidence while Samwell lagged behind, struggling to keep up.
I stayed in the middle, my senses on high alert for any sign of danger.
After what felt like hours of walking, Arya suddenly stopped and held up her hand.
"Do you feel that?" she whispered.
I strained my ears but heard nothing unusual. "Feel what?"
"Something's watching us," she said, her voice tense. "I can feel it."
Samwell looked around nervously. "Maybe we should head back."
Before we could decide what to do next, a shadowy figure emerged from behind a tree, its eyes glowing unnaturally in the darkness.
My heart pounded as I drew my sword. "Who goes there?"
The figure stepped into the moonlight, revealing a face that made my blood run cold.
