The fire crackled, illuminating your face in a warm, soft orange glow. The air was still, the only noise being distant cheers of drunken men and the footsteps of their leader who paced before you.

You were the younger sibling of Jojen and Meera Reed, who were admittedly quite protective over you. Meera had snuck away before the sun settled behind the distant mountains, leaving to gather weapons and seek help. Jojen was opposite you, facing you as he sat against a tree, his hands bound behind him, keeping him in place.

Your captor, Karl Tanner, stalked over to you, his black boots crushing the snow below. He knelt down in front of you, grabbing your chin roughly and tilting your head up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You know, we could make a deal. You do something for me, in exchange for your brothers freedom.” He hummed, his hand moving down your neck to lock your throat in a tight grasp, your breathe becoming panicked wheezes at the motion.

Your eyes flicked over to Jojen, who shook his head, his eyes wide. But knowing you’d do anything for your brother, he knew you’d commit to Karl’s orders, even if it meant your own safety.

“You’re going to die tonight.” Jojen stated, the words making Karl’s head snap towards him, a fierce scowl etched on his face. Tanner stood, releasing his hold on you as you sighed, finally relieved from the tension on your throat. Karl walked over to Jojen, kneeling before him, his eyes narrowed in skepticism.

“I can see things that haven’t happened yet, you know. You’ll die tonight, your body ablaze from that very fire behind you.” Jojen smirked, nodding his head to the hungry flames. Heavy smoke crept from the fire, filling your nostrils with a burnt scent.

You don’t know what happened next, but you awoke laying in the snow, Jojen knelt beside you as he untied the ropes binding you. Screams echoed through the forest. Men ran around in a panic, some shrieking as they rolled around in an attempt to extinguish the flames now burning their bodies.