1 Growing Up Is Hard
Everything Felt cold, not just cold but freezing, to the point of burning like being doused in shards of ice. the burning hurt it hurt so badly but at the same time it felt good a feeling of pleasure and pain, I felt stronger from the cold it gave me life all the while it felt as if it was killing me. I was the cold and the cold was me or did I make the cold was I creating this pain, no I don't think so. did the cold make me if so why was it trying so desperately to kill me only to make me strong enough to survive. how did I know it wanted to kill me. why was it making me stronger? all I know is that the cold is with me and I am with the cold.
slowly and ever so slightly the cold began to fade never leaving but weakening its killing force at the same time it also weakened the strength it lent me. eventually, I opened my eyes, my sight was met with light blue a blue that seemed to stretch on endlessly as I stared in bemusement a bump and curse of some sort caught my attention looking to what felt like up I saw a man, burly and covered in furs of various animals caught my eye as he whipped the mule in anger causing it to jerk its head in pain seeing this I began crying not knowing why but unable to stop myself I continue bawling I can feel the whip on my back, feel the panic welling up within myself, gaining the man's attention he began yelling.
"Quiet yuh little monsta! we are less than thirta miles from Old Town and I will nots be listenen to ye' scream all tha way there's, Iz get paid more to bring yuh alive but I stills get paid if yer' dead, so I reckon ye betters keep yer gobbler shut." his words slurred as his breath clung to my nose it reeked of rot and alcohol.
The man smiled his grin toothy showing his rotting black teeth, as he realized I had quieted in the process of his tirade out of both fear and mild understanding.
"Yer' smart for a youngin ye be, it's unnatural, but i'z makes my life easiers it does."
after some more time a large wall of grey stone with a large white spike soaring into the sky far farther than anything else for miles, it nearly seemed like someone had carved a small mountain of granite and built a massive bonfire atop it.
we made our way through the winding streets and back alleys of the smelly city slowly making our way closer to the tower its hight slowly making it more and more ominous.
As we made our way forward the massive monuments shadow envoloped us looking back at me the gruff man chuckled "Hah! little monsta is scared of hightowa, nay little monsta we be going to the citadel, home of the maestas, healers and historians they be. They paid me well for ye, alive ye will make meh richer than most dem lawds, dead richa than mos' merchants. Course I don' know if they be goin to gut ye and see what makes you blue raise ye or stick ye in a jar but I really don't care so long is I be getting paid."
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And so he was paid after handing me off the Maesters who luckily did not gut me although they did prod and examine quite a bit other than that I was allowed free roam under careful watch of a sell sword.
as the years went by I grew and grew fast, intellectually speaking as well as physically, for writing and speaking I could nearly match anyone of the Maesters, although at the age of four I was still confined to the citadel I longed for freedom to play with the other children I saw out on the streets but unfortunately here I was slave in all but name with my only company being books and old men.
by age six I had overheard enough conversations to understand why I was brought to this place and why I was not gutted as the gruff man had said could happen, I was a "Mutant" as the Maesters that I had overheard had called me and an enigma, I was the first source of real magic, magic that didn't require sacrifice of blood or worship of gods in over a hundred years, and they planned to study me till I died if I died they said for all they knew I would not age past my prime but they planned to capitalize on me as a source of magic for them to use the old knowledge they had collected without a need for blood sacrifice I was a philosophers stone to them turning copper into gold would be a bards trick if I was 'used' wisely.
At age eight I was hungry and on the streets but would not be used as a tool for those old men, escaping had nearly cost me my life after a thirty foot fall I broke my leg but it was worth the friend I had made, Sōnar or Snow in high Valyrian due to his creamy white feathers and beak he was also the Maesters tool but I freed him and in turn he helped me survive on the streets while I made sure no tabby cat helped itself to him, of course he was a Raven a crow to be precise, so his conversational skills were lacking to say the least but he was company and after seeing my pale ever so slight blue hued skin the other street urchins stayed well away from me, I guess it's for the best since I've seen more than one lone child beaten for a few crumbs of bread but some coldly fresh nights I feel alone.
I'm ten now and in the army, or at least on my way to be in the army, after hearing a recruiter for the Tyrells and their Bannermen talking of three hot meals a day I couldn't stop myself, Sōnar couldn't feed both of us now and after living on the streets for so long I can hold my own in a fight, it's the same as the other street urchins though everyone either hates me or avoids me and I haven't even gotten to the siege we are supposed to be reinforcing at least I still have Sōnar, all the men even the dignified soldiers seem unsettled by his presence but no one seems to think he should go.
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