"I can't remember." Elena whispered, her eyes widened and her hair hanging before her eyes. Blood was covering almost her whole body, her hair sticky and messy. "I don't remember anything."

"Elena." Louis' eyes narrowed, his eyes determined. He pulled on his chains, trying to get closer to her. "Look at me."

"Elena, look at me, now." Louis demanded after she refused to lift her head.

She obliged, her green eyes meeting his blue ones. All she saw were the cuts and bruises that were covering his whole body, the awkward angle in which his leg was positioned. She took in a deep breath to try and stop the violent shivers that were running through her whole body.

"Who are you?" Louis asked, his eyes boring into hers, trying to get to her.

"I... I." Elena stuttered, her eyes looking around the cell. She remembered the lesson Ramsay had learned her. The fear filled her when she first thought of her own name, the name that will cause Louis even more pain if she dared even mention it. "I'm a puppet."

"No, no, no." Louis groaned, pulling on his chains in anger. "Look at me!" He yelled when she diverted her eyes away from him.

"Who are you?!" He repeated, afraid that she was gone.                               

"I'm a puppet, I'm his puppet." Elena repeated, her eyes frantically looking everywhere but towards Louis. Her whole body was shaking in terror.

Ramsay hadn't hurt her physically, just like the Dark One had commanded, no, Instead he tortured her mentally by abusing Louis right in front of her. He had given her a new name, new identity and if she was to remember who she was before, Ramsay would torture Louis further.

"No you're not!" Louis yelled in frustration. "You can't let him get to you, Elena!"

"Dammit!" Louis screamed. "You're Elena Snow, Robb Stark's guardian and love. You've been born in the North and you have ice powers. You had been living in Winterfell after Eddard Stark had taken you in, you met Robb and Gillian Karstark there, who became your best friend. And you're probably the most stubborn guardian that has ever lived on this godforsaken planet."

Elena looked up at him, her eyes confused and afraid of the truth that he was telling.

"You're Elena Snow." Louis repeated slowly and carefully.

"Okay?" Louis asked, his eyes locking with hers. He could see her calming down, he knew his voice was making her calmer somehow.

"You can't give up now, Elena, not now that they're fighting a battle outside." Louis' voice softened. "Not now that I need you to remain sane."

~

"Where's Damon?!" Robb yelled while driving his sword through someone's belly. He turned towards Steven, helping the guardian fight off the men around him. His horse was neighing and protesting violently, still not accustomed to the war.

"I don't know!" Steven yelled, disarming a man next to him before killing him. He turned around and tackled some men around him with his large wings, giving him a chance to kill them quickly.

"He should've been back by now!" Steven continued as he turned towards his next opponent. There were way too many for them to handle, as Robb said earlier, the Boltons outnumbered them 4 to 1.

"If he's not coming back any moment now, I don't think he will have someone to return to!" Robb yelled, seeing how Grey Wind devoured a man that just tried to attack him.

"I think you may be right." Steven whispered, his eyes widening when he saw even more troops coming out of Winterfell.

"Your grace." Steven called.

Robb turned towards him after killing the last Bolton close to them, seeing the distressed look on Steven's face. He followed Steven's gaze and saw the approaching enemy. Robb's eyes widened as they took the approaching army in.

"Time for plan b." Robb muttered, turning his horse around towards the forest. "To the trees!"

~

"Com'on where are you?" Damon muttered whilst flying through the forest, scanning the ground for the object he wanted to find.

He flew all the way back towards the place where Elena had confronted their brother. The place where The Dark One had obtained the doll.

Damon landed in the middle of the clearing, standing in the exact spot where Elena first stood. He followed her footsteps in the mud, which soon changed into dragging traces.

Apparently The Dark One had dragged her unconscious body after he had hit her. Damon followed the tracks, his eyes never leaving the traces.

"Any time now." Damon growled, his patience wearing out. Suddenly the tracks stopped.

"Where did he hide you?" Damon mumbled and looked around, having arrived in the middle of the forest. He searched everywhere, up in the trees, under the leaves and under the mud.

The doll was nowhere to be found.

"Great." Damon sighed and plumped down on one of the stones. He continued to look around for clues but his hope was fading.

Until his eyes found a hole in one of the trees. Damon sprinted towards it, putting his hand in the hole whilst searching for the wooden object.

Damon cheered silently when he found it and took out the doll, holding it in front of him. His eyes scanned the object, thinking about how such a small thing could make such a difference.

The doll held so many memories of the past, when the world was still normal and in peace. Maybe that's why the object had become so powerful. It was once Elena's, Ethan had given it to her for her second birthday. Since then the little girl hadn't let it out of her sight until it was taken from her together with her memories and life with her brothers.

Damon held the doll tightly, looking at it with the fear in his eyes. If only the doll could do more than holding someone's soul, if only it could turn back time to the moment his whole life changed. Damon clenched his fist around the doll.

His eyes squinted when he saw something unfamiliar about the doll, something that wasn't right. But with the war that was going on on that moment, Damon had something else on his mind than the doll.

"Now back to Winterfell." Damon sighed as he put it in his pocket.

~

"So what do we do now?" Abigail asked. She was standing next to her uncle, looking at the battle from the walls.

"We wait." The Dark One said, his eyes never leaving the battle.

"When he comes, what do we do then?" Abigail stepped closer to him, her eyes scanning his face. She had always found it difficult to understand him, but like with most men, she will eventually get inside his head.

"We capture him." The Dark One answered.

"And then?" Abigail sighed, irritated. "Look, I get it. You're trying to be so mysterious to keep up with your reputation."

"But this is my father we're talking about." Abigail took another step towards him while looking deeply into his eyes. "I think I have the right to know what we're going to do with him once we've captured him."

"Know your place." The Dark One said, looking at her briefly.

"Fine then!" Abigail yelled. "Why don't you just keep on staring at people fighting while doing nothing, like that's going to help!"

The Dark One took in a deep breath and turned towards her, his fists clenching and his eyes narrowing threatingly.

"All I'm asking is for you to just tell me what the plan is." Abigail softened her voice. "That man killed my mother and sister. Don't think you want your revenge more than I do."

"You will get your revenge." The Dark One said and turned towards the battle again.

"So that's it, that's all I get?" Abigail sighed.

"Great." She puffed and crossed her arms. She then rolled her eyes when he continued to ignore her and walked away. "I'm going to check on the prisoners."

"Fucking dark one." Abigail sighed and kicked a stone, sending it across the courtyard after she had walked down the stairs. She walked towards the dungeons, pulling her black cloak tighter around her. "Always so fucking mysterious."

"You will get your revenge." Abigail mimicked his voice and then rolled her eyes. "Like I haven't been waiting for that for 15 years."

"You will get your revenge, he said." Abigail said after a while and opened the door to the dungeons, walking down the stairs. "It won't take long he said."

"Sure Abigail, why don't you wait for 30 more years and do all of my dirty work, he said." Abigail sighed when the next door didn't open. "It will be fine he said."

She kicked the door, making it creak in protest. "Nothing will stand in your way he said."

The door continued to ignore her protests and attempts to open it. "Fucking door won't fucking open." Abigail groaned and plumped down on the ground, pouting as she looked at the door.

"Now it's just me and you, dear door." Abigail sighed and looked at it. Then she rolled her eyes. "Great, now I'm talking to doors."

She stood up and looked through the hole in the door, seeing Elena and Louis both hanging in their chains, both sleeping or just unconscious. Her eyes lingered on Louis, his face bringing back old memories that she had once buried deep inside.

"It's not your fault." Abigail said to herself, biting on her lip to keep the guilt away. She looked away from his lips, trying to keep herself together. "You were only following his orders."

Abigail sighed and walked towards the next prison door, looking at the prisoner inside.

He was curled up, holding his knees against his not-healing chest. His dark brown hair was messy, his eyes scared and confused. He kept on muttering words that nobody understood.

"I'm sorry." Abigail whispered to Gillian, her eyes softening when she saw his frail body. She had no idea how much it hurt to be brought back again, to lose everything and everyone and then to be resurrected.

Gillian didn't remember anything, only his name. He felt the emptiness where once his memories were, now only the thought of who he was lingered. There was one thing that kept on going through his mind, he kept on dreaming about those green eyes.

"Don't give up." Gillian muttered, it was the only thing he truly remembered. He closed his eyes, letting the tears escape as he hugged his knees tighter against him. "Don't give up."

Abigail sighed and turned away from the door, heading back up to the surface. She could hear the screams and shouts from outside, making her think about why she wasn't out there. Making her think about why she was doing what she was doing.

Was she really doing all of this, bringing people back to life and letting people get tortured, for revenge against her father? Was it all worth it?

"What the hell am I doing?" Abigail sighed.

~

"Puppet!" Ramsay stormed through the door, his damaged armour covered in blood that was both his and other men's.

Louis and Elena both woke up immediately, their heads shooting up and their eyes widening.

"You're coming with me." Ramsay was in a haste, that was for sure. He released Elena's feet from their chains but kept the chains around her wings and hands. He grasped those chains and pulled her with him.

"Wait!" Elena stumbled and almost fell, not used to walking again. Her right foot was thumping wildly, making her almost unable to walk.

"What about Louis?" Elena connected her gaze with his, seeing the confusion in his eyes.

"He can die here on his own." Ramsay smiled briefly. "Now come with me."

He pulled on Elena's chains again, making her stumble but she regained her balance.

"No!" Elena protested and started to pull on the chains. "I won't leave him!"

Ramsay sighed deeply but then lashed out, his hand connecting with her cheek. She fell to the ground, her hands flying up to hold the throbbing cheek while looking up at Ramsay.

"What are you?" Ramsay knelt down before her and narrowed his eyes at her.

"I'm Elena Snow." Elena glared back at him, the adrenaline filling her body. It were the screams and shouts from outside that gave her hope, even though it had gone more far away. "I'm Elena Snow and no matter how many  times you beat me, that won't change."

Ramsay sighed and shook his head, pulling out the knife that hung around his waist. He walked towards Louis in a second and stabbed him, nearly hitting his heart.

"No!" Elena yelled.

"What are you?" Ramsay repeated with a smile on his face, knowing this was her weakness.

"I, I..." Elena stuttered, her eyes filling with tears at the sight of the agony on Louis' face.

"Don't let him win, Elena!" Louis groaned, his body shivering in agony. He clenched his teeth, his fist balled.

"Well?" Ramsay twitched the knife, making Louis scream louder than before.

"Stop!" Elena yelled, tears rolling down her cheek. "Please just stop." She whispered between a sob.

Ramsay pulled out the knife, cleaning it with his shirt. He then walked towards Elena again and grasped her jaw, forcing her to look up at him.

"What are you?" Ramsay asked again.

Elena turned her head towards Louis, seeing the sweat that was covering his body and the blood that was running down his chest. Louis shook his head no at her even though the pain was unbearable.

"I'm a puppet." Elena said with an empty voice.

"And who pulls your strings?" Ramsay smiled and leaned closer towards her.

Elena looked up at him, her gaze threatening and broken at the same time. "You do."