First Kill

[Eddard(Ned) Stark POV]

Not so long ago, we recieved news that my elder brother, Brandon has been captured for treason, king Aerys has asked, more like ordered that my father rides down to King's Landing to ransom my brother.

I tried to stop my father going down south, although I knew that by doing that, my brother would never be returned, I had a bad feeling about this, everything goes to shit when a Stark ventures too far south the neck.

First was Lyanna, now Brandon, and now my father, Rickon was traveling down south. All I and Benjen could do was pray that nothing bad happens, and that father safely returns back with Brandon, and perhaps maybe even Lyanna.

I hated that feeling, being able to do nothing but wait for news from the south. I want to be the one in control of my life.

[Leonidas POV](A/N : Should i keep the name like this or should i change it, also give me a suggestion for his last name, cuz im not going to keep Cornwell)

Hiding behind a tree around 20 - 30 meters from where I heard the sound. Ahead of me was a battle, around a 100 men with 50 more dead on the ground, going about, slicing each others throats.

There seemed to be 2 sides, one whom were wearing brownish armor and holding brownish shields, others wearing reddish armor and holding reddish shields.

From what I could tell the people with the reddish armor were winning, so why not join the winning team, perhaps help them fight off the enemy, that way allying with them will be easier.

And so pulling out my katana i rushed into the battle ahead of me.... Until the thought hit me, I have zero combat experience, plus these bitches have shields, what am i supposed to defend myself with.

Before I could rethink my decision and back out of the fight, a reddish bastard rushed at me, blood dying his face and topless body red, rushing at me while mad with adrenaline. And to think that I actually wanted to help these bitches.

And so without any further opportunity to quit the battle, this giant of a man swung his giant sword down on me, expecting to end me with just that one swing of his. Unfortunately for him, there is something called dodging, and so moving slightly to the right, I avoided his swing and hit him with one of my own. And so a bloody slash on his abdomen was made, blood was gushing out of the wound like a waterfall... A bloodfall, yet even with that deep of an injury inflicted upon his abdomen, he still refuses to fall and just die, moving towards me once again, though this time he dropped his shield and slashed at me a swing from the top left to the bottom right wanting to slash me from my right shoulder downward. God does this dude not know anything other than downward slashes, although yes this was slightly tilted, I'll give him that.

Dodging slightly left, although i managed to dodge, I didn't get away free from injury, the bastard did manage to scrape my shoulder a bit, and although the pain in my shoulder felt like hell, I somehow managed to ignore the pain to rush at him with my katana in hands, and so i deliver cut after cut on this giant man, without giving him time to recover, the first time, I left him with just one slash because I thought that'll kill him, but guess not.

Backing away after delivering cut after cut across his body, I backed away, and he just plopped down to the ground, dead. Surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, I didn't feel a thing when killing him, maybe a bit of joy, like the joy of killing an annoying mosquito that bit you like 50 times. So yea, instead of joy there was nothing else i felt, I really don't know what's the big deal people have with killing other people. Like, if you don't they will, so... Survival of the fittest bitch.