Witch // Bran Stark

Death brings life

'Whats happening? Whats going on!' marnie yelled, she had been with the lord of light followers for months now but something wasn't right. 'Beric whats going on?' she demanded.

'hush child, let thoros work.' He told her pulling her to his chest. 'listen. Watch. Learn.' He told her.

'Zȳhys ōñoso jehikagon Āeksiot epi, se gīs hen sȳndrorro jemagon'

'what is he saying?' marnie questioned.

"We ask the Lord to shine his light, and lead a soul out of darkness." Beric translated.

"Zȳhys perzys stepagon Āeksio Ōño jorepi, se morghūltas lȳs qēlītsos sikagon."

"We beg the Lord to share his fire, and light a candle that has gone out."

'Hen sȳndrorro, ōños. Hen ñuqīr, perzys. Hen morghot, glaeson."

"From darkness, light. From ashes, fire. From death, life.'

'whats happening?' marnie questioned again

'Lord, cast your light upon this man, your servant. Bring him back from death and darkness.' Dale shot up, back to life again.

'awe look at little lights face,' little light. That was the nickname they had given her after her whole lights glowing from her hands situation. 'you worried about little ole me, little light?' dale asked standing up.

'you were... I thought you were dead!' marnie exclaimed.

'ive been brought back, once before this... not as many as beric here.' Dale said clutching at his throat. 'damn dying is thirsty work.' He told them getting his water as everyone sat around a fire in the cave for the night. They were moving west now, traveling up and around everywhere that the Lord of light directed Beric and his men, and Marnie.

'How many times have you brought him back?' marnie questioned, beric and the fire worshipers had become like uncles to Marnie, they were respectful and kind to her, protected her, taught her how to fight and how to shoot, and hunt and she was trying to learn their language but she wasn't getting the hang of that. at night though she dreamed, she dreamed of a strange language, a woman was teaching her in her sleep, the woman would say the words and things would happen around marnie, like trees splitting in two and explosions popping up from the ground. But when marnie woke up she never had the words right, it was just a dream anyways but they felt real. This person that was teaching her, felt familiar.

'Five times now, right Thoros?' beric chuckled.

'you've been brought back Five times?' marnie questioned.

'Thoros is my priest, he brings me back if the lord allows it.' Beric told her. 'lets see what was first?'

'Impaled through the chest with a lance, by Gregor Clegane, during the Battle at the Mummer's Ford.' Thoros told him.

'clegane?' marnie questioned.

'the mountain. Big fucking guy. hope you never have to meet him little light.' Beric told her. she had meet gregor. Many times. She knew that sandor hated him. She knew what he had done to sandor when he was just a child. It made her sad to think of sandor, she didn't know if she would ever see him again.

'Knifed in the belly.' Berics hands went to his stomach.

'Shot in the back with an arrow.' Thoros reminded.

'An axe driven into my side.' Again his hands moved, his fingers feeling the scars.

'Captured by Lannister soldiers,' thoros said shaking his head. 'those fuckers.' Marnies face went pale as she focused on the fire. They didn't know her last name, for all they thought she was probably a bastard. 'they executed him for treason –' thoros went on

'but those cunt were unable to decide whether to hang me or stick a dagger through my eye, they just did both.' Beric said with a laugh.

'I'm so sorry.' Marnie said unable to look at him quietly hoping to get their minds off the lannister family, her family. 'Does it hurt to come back?'

'Hurts to die.' Beric informed her.

'and the lord of light wanted you to come back every time!' thoros said happily.

'the mountain has a brother the hound. A rough duo. I hope you don't ever have to meet them, they eat little girls like you.' Dale informed her. she believed that might be true for gregor but sandor loved her. He would never hurt her.