Chapter 2: chapter 0002
Slowly Zack started to wake up, head feeling as if a troll had smacked him about and body aching as if he had fallen from a cliff. He felt snow against his face along with a sharp rumble scraping against the right side of his face which was pressing to the ground. Grunting, he pushed himself up onto his knees, panting as he caught his breath while examining his surroundings, being in the center of a clearing of some forest. Nothing but a few trees and snow greeted him.
so with a grunt, Zack pushed himself up to his full height of 1.6 meters... Grabbed in a heavy dark cloak to keep cold out and lather for pants and shirt with sturdy boots and a raven black katana that has a rectangular Tsuba. ...
"Shit, fuck the wall, fuck the night-watch " muttered Zack after a few moments as he got his bearing after the headache that plagued him since waking up started to recced....
Memories of how Zack journeyed toward the wall and his impudent death because of fever made me curse the stupidity of this body's previous host ....
Who in his right mind would forsake every other aspect of life for taking the black and living with a bunch of criminals and rapists, fighting a bunch of violent and dangerous wildling for the rest of his life ... And to travel alone from Lonely Hills up to the wall was suicide for a boy of ten and five with no knowledge of surviving in the wild, it was a miracle that he survived till the Last Hearth...
the Last Hearth, is the seat of House Umber in the north. It lies close to the Gift in a forest east of the kingsroad. It is north of the Last River, northeast of Long Lake, and west of the Bay of Seals, With the exception of the castles of the Night's Watch, Last Hearth is the northernmost major castle of the Seven Kingdoms.
After cursing for a few moments Zack decided to retrace his steps and return to a village half a day away from his current position from what he remembered...
marching on the snow was hard and the cold weather made it even harder to walk but the steel will effect of the potion started taking effect and assured that Zack at least had the drive to march and keep going on against the odds that are against him...
the journey was long but after half day worth of time a cloud of smoke was seen rising up ahead signaling at least the warmth of fire and bread to eat, so Zack steeled himself and started picking up the pace motivated by the warmth and food that awaited him in the village
the village was a simple one with about twenty or so houses clustered together to keep the cold out, the houses were what to expect from a medieval town with small houses made of wood and brunches ...
as Zack inched closer to the village a stench of a smell that made him frown become apparent, with every step the smell become stronger and stronger ...
"dammit " biting his lips Zack's sword was already out, grasping his black katana in his hands made him calm down and focus on the village waiting for any sign of danger...
but the sight of six primitive-looking men around a bonfire with a large stove and what looked like human tights inside the said stove made his stomach lurch threatening to umpty wherever food in his stomach...
"Wildlings on my fucking first day "muttered Zack as he crouched down and surveyed for any other wildlings in the village ..
finding no other wildling beside the six in front of the bonfire, Zack steeled himself to eliminate them, Zack could have just slipped away as no one noticed him yet but to survive the cold and unforgiving land like Westeros he has to stain his hands with blood and what better blood to spile that this carnivore beast in human clothing...
the gears of Zack's head started working as toke an ice-cold stone and throw it toward the far end of the village to split the pack and hunt them one by one.
three of the wildlings raced toward the place where the sound came from with excitement in their eyes thinking there is more pry to hunt, as their shadows become unseen Zack took a deep breath and used the snow as cover and walked somewhat silently or at least tried but to his fortune, the three wildlings who stayed by the bonfire was too engrossed in watching their meal getting cooked...
masked by the sound of the fire cracking Zack closed in on the wildling and in an inhuman burst of speed his sword was already inside a wildling's skull, the sight made him lurch but there was no time to regret or think, his body reflex and the skills of Ikki made sure to doge the wildling rusty sword that was heading for his head and in a turn, his sword cleaved the other wildling to his left separating his head from his body..
the third wildling froze surprised by the skill and the lethality of his opponent but that marked his death as Zack wasted no time to dive and perry his opponent rusted sword to the side and buried his katana in the wildling's heart...
the sight of blood and gore sickened him so to waste no time Zack raced after the other three wildlings and after some time Zack returned toward the bone fire and chose the first house to his left and made it his temporary home for the imminent night....
resting against the cold wall of the house staring at the small fire in front of him with a blank face with no emotion but his mind was reeling and remembering every detail of the fight, his first blood left a bad taste in his mouth, killing and taking a life of others was wrong and against every belief he grows up with, in the modern society, even criminals and the worst scum of people don't deserve to be killed...
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