Jenna didn't remember falling asleep but the familiar monolithic great castle she found herself in clearly indicated she was dreaming.
(Sirens were blaring in the distance)
Since she started dreaming with more frequency and remembered those dreams Jenna had wandered through this majestic castle with wolf banners maybe more than a thousand times. She had roamed its stone halls and explored each and every nook and cranny.
She had found the shortcuts and secret passages there was just one little detail lacking from others so when she found herself in the training yard where two little boys were playing her eyes sought another child.
A child she could only catch glimpses of and find her she did.
("Jenna!" for a moment she heard her mother but then-)
Jenna saw the little girl at the other side of the yard, where the boy with the brown curls declared himself Aemon the Dragonknight and the other boy with auburn hair insisted he was Duncan the Tall and stronger than the other.
This was all per the course what wasn't normal however was the fact the little girl didn't run as soon as she saw Jenna.
With held breaths and hopeful anticipation Jenna slowly approached the figure she felt weirdly connected to.
She knew the girl was pale and red-haired but with every step, she could make more and more details.
The child had some freckles doting above her nose, a dainty upturned nose, high cheekbones, pink lips and blue eyes.
She was a beautiful child.
("Jenna, love please open your eyes!"
"Madam please move aside let us do our job.")
"Hello!" she put as much warmth as possible into her voice.
There was a beat of silence and two a whispered barely there shy voice reached her ears "Hullo."
"My name is Jenna, Jenna Sommers."
Jenna waited a while but there was only silence and curious eyes inspecting her.
"What is your name?"
("Hit and run, female, eighteen, thirty-two weeks preg-" )
The little girl peered beneath her lashes causing Jenna to nearly squeal with the adorable sight.
"It does not matter."
"Of course it does!"
(Prepare for an emerge-)
Jenna was surprised and angry but she regretted instantly when she saw the girl tense and take a step away from her. Immediately she tried to soothe the child. With a more even and warm voice, she continued
"Of course, it matters, it is your name after all."
The girl was still staying away but she was at least no longer tense.
"It does not," it was clear from her tone of voice she believed full-heartedly in what she was saying "That is why everyone forgot it."
Jenna felt her heart break a little for the child " Who forget it?"
("Broken bones at- )
Now she was biting her lip, and her eyes were moist "Everyone; Lord Father, Lady Mother, R-Robb," a hitch in her voice "Jon," and her already little voice was getting smaller "Arya, Bran" and nearly impossible to hear whisper "Rickon and everyone."
At the end of it, Jenna couldn't hold herself (didn't want to) and tightly embraced the silently crying child.
After holding the little girl for a while she felt two small hands on her back "I won't forget." she said as firmly as possible and waited for an answer without letting the child go.
"Promise?"
(Puncture in the lef-)
Jenna answered back with a conviction and faith she didn't know she had.
"I promise."
The child in her arms shook a little and tensed then with a deep breath she was pushed back. The strength of the little girl was surprising but more than that it was her eyes that had startled Jenna.
The eyes that were looking at her weren't the same as the moist ones before she embraced the little girl; the colour, shape and even the moistened lashes were the same but Jenna felt it was different.
There was something different (something other) looking at Jenna with those eyes.
Looking, inspecting and judging.
When the little girl opened her mouth it wasn't the sweet voice of the child asking for assurance just a moment ago.
Jenna wasn't surrounded by the familiar, colossal grey walls but dangling from a great white tree…
For a moment she opened her eyes to the harsh hospital lights that burned her eyes and made them close instinctively.
She was again in that yard this time face to snout with a gigantic wolf with white fur and red eyes.
Jenna scrambled back with fear and fall to the ground and then through the earth into the inky darkness again, her scream cut short.
She was suspended on a white tree then she was falling again and after what felt like years she found herself in the middle of what looked like a Native American tribe of old and watching a ceremony.
They were the first ones we thought to entrust our beloved child.
Hearing the layered voice Jenna flinched violently and tried to find its source but couldn't.
After turning around one more time she found herself in a shack watching old men repeating mantras with incense and smearing oils on a lying woman who loke to be pregnant.
After they felt her they didn't rejoice and thank us which they proclaimed to worship as they should but tried to dirty our gift and turn her into a weapon.
This time the woman from before was giving birth.
So we took back our gift and give them what they wanted.
Bodies were strewn across the land and a young girl left the clearing.
A weapon that didn't know anything but power.
Jenna wanted out of this horrifying nightmare and for a moment she opened her eyes to a beeping sound and doctors.
Then she found herself before a white tree with red leaves, there was a carved face on its trunk and the eyes were crying blood.
After the first try, there were more than a dozen prospects but in the end, all proved to be unworthy.
Jenna saw women from different times and ethnicities all of them first pregnant then … not. With blood between their legs or an uncrying newborn in their arms.
Do you believe yourself worthy of our gift little mortal?
And Jenna Sommers fell one last time and opened her eyes to a hospital room and a flat stomach.