As Jojen and Lyanna brought back the woods and built them a small fire while Bran and Meera were cleaning the fish and frogs. They used Meera's helm for a cooking pot, chopping up the catch into little cubes and tossing in some water and some wild onions Hodor had found to make a froggy stew. It wasn't as good as deer, but it wasn't bad either, Bran decided as he ate. "Thank you, Meera," he said. "My lady."
"You are most welcome, Your Grace."
"Come the morrow," Jojen announced, "we had best move on."
Lyanna hated herself that she agreed to let Bran go to the North, beyond the Wall. She began to skin the deer herself while she let the others speak.
She could see Meera tense. "Have you had a green dream?"
"No," he admitted.
"Why leave, then?" his sister demanded. "Tumbledown Tower's a good place for us. No villages near, the woods are full of game, there's fish and frogs in the streams and lakes . . . and who is ever going to find us here?"
"This is not the place we are meant to be."
"It is safe, though."
"It seems safe, I know," said Jojen, "but for how long? There was a battle at Winterfell, we saw the dead. Battles mean wars. If some army should take us unawares . . . "
"It might be Robb's army," said Bran. "Robb will come back from the south soon, I know he will. He'll come back with all his banners and chase the ironmen away."
Robb thinks we're dead, Lyanna thought. News may have spread around about the death of Bran Stark, Rickon Stark and Lyanna Stark. Theon had burned them alive along Winterfell.
"Your maester said naught of Robb when he lay dying," Jojen reminded him. "Ironmen on the Stony Shore, he said, and, east, the Bastard of Bolton. Moat Cailin and Deepwood Motte fallen, the heir to Cerwyn dead, and the castellan of Torrhen's Square. War everywhere, he said, each man against his neighbor."
"We have plowed this field before," his sister said. "You want to make for the Wall, and your three-eyed crow. That's well and good, but the Wall is a very long way and Bran has no legs but Hodor. If we were mounted . . . "
"If we were eagles we might fly," said Jojen sharply, "but we have no wings, no more than we have horses."
"There are horses to be had," said Meera. "Even in the deep of the wolfswood there are foresters, crofters, hunters. Some will have horses."
"And if they do, should we steal them? Are we thieves? The last thing we need is men hunting us."
"We could buy them," she said. "Trade for them."
"Look at us, Meera. A crippled boy, and his sister with two direwolves, a simpleminded giant, and two crannogmen a thousand leagues from the Neck. We will be known. And word will spread. So long as Bran remains dead, he is safe. Alive, he becomes prey for those who want him dead for good and true." Jojen went to the fire to prod the embers with a stick. "Somewhere to the north, the three-eyed crow awaits us. Bran has need of a teacher wiser than me."
"How, Jojen?" his sister asked. "How?"
"Afoot," he answered. "A step at a time."
"The road from Greywater to Winterfell went on forever, and we were mounted then. You want us to travel a longer road on foot, without even knowing where it ends. Beyond the Wall, you say. I haven't been there, no more than you, but I know that Beyond the Wall's a big place, Jojen. Are there many three-eyed crows, or only one? How do we find him?"
The Wall, Lyanna thought, maybe we'll see Jon, maybe he'll come along with Bran and I. The thought made her excited, but she didn't show.
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THE WARG AND THE GREEN DREAMER, game of thronesFanfiction
*This story follows the books* Lyanna is the twin sister of Robb Stark's, eldest daughter of Eddard's. When she meets the mysterious boy name Jojen Reed, and escapes Winterfell, she joins her brother, Bran's journey to travel up north along with th...