The last thing Benjen remembers before arriving to Medietas is the taste of his own blood.
It was coppery taste, thick and smooth. He painted the snowy ground under him in red before collapsing to his knees. There in that twilight state, Benjen laid nestled within the snow with a seven inch gash along his side. While the pain had subsided some time ago, Benjen still felt the frost nipping at his limbs as he laid there motionless with his eyes towards the sky. He had thought he would die there gazing at the stars.
It would've been a fitting end for the First Ranger's illustrious career in the Night's Watch. Bravely did he serve his brothers in black faithfully despite their jeers and grumbling. Not all of the men were as dutiful as him. This Benjen knew and accepted long ago when he first joined their ranks. However, a terrible storm now brewed upon the heels of an endless winter. Benjen had hoped to unearth the truth behind this premonition only to find himself gazing at the stars at the hour of his death.
Nevertheless, he had no regrets. Well, at least not at first...
As one would imagine, Benjen is more than surprised to be rescued from the lull of death only to be placed in some strange floating island out in the middle of nowhere. Despite the eagerness of a few locals who attempted to aid him, Benjen finds himself just staring blankly at the map they gave him. Gone were the familiar snowy fields and the bare branches of the woods. They had been replaced by green, endless green, and a sunny sky.
The ranger slowly lowered his map as he shuffled through the docks. His all-black attire won a few strange looks from onlookers but for the most part, no one seemed bothered by his presence. If anything, the locals seemed oddly intrigued with him, which is fine by him. Benjen much rather deal with friendly onlookers than possible threats.
His body still ached terribly from his wounds and the chill that claimed him beyond the Wall still had a hold of him now. This is why he kept his cloak so tightly bound to him as he walks. That and the fact he felt the need to obscure his face.
Benjen Stark | ASOIAF |
( The Docks )
The last thing Benjen remembers before arriving to Medietas is the taste of his own blood.
It was coppery taste, thick and smooth. He painted the snowy ground under him in red before collapsing to his knees. There in that twilight state, Benjen laid nestled within the snow with a seven inch gash along his side. While the pain had subsided some time ago, Benjen still felt the frost nipping at his limbs as he laid there motionless with his eyes towards the sky. He had thought he would die there gazing at the stars.
It would've been a fitting end for the First Ranger's illustrious career in the Night's Watch. Bravely did he serve his brothers in black faithfully despite their jeers and grumbling. Not all of the men were as dutiful as him. This Benjen knew and accepted long ago when he first joined their ranks. However, a terrible storm now brewed upon the heels of an endless winter. Benjen had hoped to unearth the truth behind this premonition only to find himself gazing at the stars at the hour of his death.
Nevertheless, he had no regrets. Well, at least not at first...
As one would imagine, Benjen is more than surprised to be rescued from the lull of death only to be placed in some strange floating island out in the middle of nowhere. Despite the eagerness of a few locals who attempted to aid him, Benjen finds himself just staring blankly at the map they gave him. Gone were the familiar snowy fields and the bare branches of the woods. They had been replaced by green, endless green, and a sunny sky.
The ranger slowly lowered his map as he shuffled through the docks. His all-black attire won a few strange looks from onlookers but for the most part, no one seemed bothered by his presence. If anything, the locals seemed oddly intrigued with him, which is fine by him. Benjen much rather deal with friendly onlookers than possible threats.
His body still ached terribly from his wounds and the chill that claimed him beyond the Wall still had a hold of him now. This is why he kept his cloak so tightly bound to him as he walks. That and the fact he felt the need to obscure his face.
( season six spoilers )