Capítulo 309: Chapter 309
BRAN STARK POV
After living in Dreadfort for a whole month, Lyra told him that it was finally time for Meera and him to start his journey.
He did not know why he had to stay in the Castle for a whole month. But Dreadfort was just as luxurious as Sansa had told him and he had come to love this place as well.
He felt envious of Arya who was allowed to do whatever she wished to do in this castle. And because she could still walk on her own two legs. But he also knew that there was no point in being jealous of Arya and that he had his own path to walk in life.
The next day, he and Meera were taken outside Winterhold and into a large open space and told to wait.
An hour later, a large Wyvern flew up to them and both him and Meera waited for it to land.
In the past month he had seen the Wyvern fly around the castle more than a few times and had heard that it was controlled by the warg named Varamyr who was tied to it's back on a saddle.
This was the first time he was seeing the Wyvern up close and it looked every bit as scary as those rumors said.
That said, he could help but want to touch the marvel in front of him.
The Wyvern look at them and it's eyes went white for a moment before returning to normal.
Then the Wyvern screeched at them before the man lying limp on it's back woke up.
He was a small man with a crooked nose and a balding head. But despite his appearance, no one would dare deny that this man was the strongest warg under Lord Domeric's command.
"Lyra." The man said in a gruff voice "These two the brats?" he asked.
Lyra nodded "Yes. Lord Domeric wants you to bring them to Castor's Keep. Don't keep him waiting for too long."
The man snorted and then looked at him and Meera.
"A cripple and a girl. He want some bait for the wolves or somethin?" the man asked.
"That's none of your business Varamyr." Lyra said with a frown.
The man snarled at her before he let out a scoff.
"Help him climb behind me." He said and pointed at the two saddles behind him "You girl. You'll make sure that the cripple doesn't slide off the Wyvern during flight."
"I have a name." He said, hating how his voice came out weaker than he intended it to.
"Cripple. That's what your name is now boy." Varamyr said and then frowned. The man looked at him a bit longer after that and then smiled.
"That said, you do have some potential to be a powerful warg. If you don't die in the True North, then come to me. Who knows, maybe you'll even be able to control a Wyvern of your own by the time I'm done with you."
He simply nodded as two Bolton guards helped him up on his saddle.
Then Meera climbed behind him and tied the safety belts around both of them.
"You done girl?" Varamyr asked.
"Yes." Meera said and the man nodded and tied a tied a few more safety belts to keep him steady on his saddle before he went limp and the Wyvern spread it's wings.
Then with a few steps and a few flap of it's wings, they were in the air.
The first few hours of flying were fun. He would admit that.
But then it got boring as he had nothing to do but to look at the similar scenery over and over again.
At least the leather clothes and helmet that both him and Meera were wearing prevented them from freezing in the cold.
The flew in the air for a whole day and night.
The next morning, the crossed the Wall.
It was just as large as they had heard in the stories but they were able to fly above it without any problem.
A few hours after that, the Wyvern started to fly down and it finally landed in a large clearing some distance from a series of tents that he realized belonged to the men that Lord Bolton brought with him in this expedition.
The Bolton men came and help him and Meera off of the Wyvern.
He didn't have his wheel chair so he had to be carried by one of the men.
It was humiliating but something that he had already come to terms with.
Meera's legs were sore from sitting still in her saddle for a whole day but she was at least able to walk on her own.
Varamyr also climbed down from the Wyvern and grumbled a few times before following them.
They were taken to the largest tent where they met the men named Walton who told them to wait for Lord Bolton.
Meera removed the helmet and gave him a small smile.
He could tell that she was nervous being around so many strangers but was putting up a brave front.
"Well… we're here at last." She said and he nodded.
He had no idea where to were and where he needed to go from here. But his journey to become a Greenseer has finally begun.
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