Some think spiders, serial killers, needles and scorpions are reasonable fears to have in one's lifetime.

Others think the one thing that should be feared is death.

Guestimating, about 34% of the World's population only fear death. The other 66% fear the living- or so Maddie's school guidance counselor assumed.

If the old crone's words were ever to be taken as truth, Madison would be included in that tiny 34%.

She only feared death, or so she told herself.

So, when she found herself facing an incoming eighteen wheeler, she screamed and cried like a banshee.

How had she reached here again? She couldn't remember.

Now, she only wished she stayed in with Ms. Higg and taken the drive she offered.

And then it hit. Literally.

Her body was flung a few feet ahead on the road, the terrified driver already pulling the break.

But Madison was already gone, the impact cracked her skull on impact. And if that hadn't killed her for sure, before the truck could fully stop it was on her - over her. Crushing her.

She didn't even have time for a flash back of her old life.

Not even one last thought. Her mind had been blank.

Her body, mutilated and crushed beyond recognition lay on the wet tarmac. Minutes later, her family would be calling her on the phone that lay destroyed in her back pocket, searching for her. Wondering why she left her friends behind in that stupid booth.

Days later, doctors and forensic scientists would come to the conclusion that Madison Bernard was the mutilated girl that was crushed by a timber truck in a freak accident. The poor girl of fourteen years that died before she could truly live.

Years later, her family would still grieve over the loss and need counseling and the town in which she lived- a constant reminder of road safety.

But then, right as she was hit- she felt a lightness, heard a grotesque crack and then felt a shock of electricity run through her body.

She felt light for the first time in her life. Floaty, airy and happy - peaceful.

The air or the environment rather was calm, soothing as though a summers breeze was passing through, but she felt no heat and no breeze against her skin.

For the first time in a long time, she recognized she was calm.

There was no raging war in her mind.

And then like a spite, she felt something tug on her navel and pull her back down a tight tube.

If felt familiar, and her body was no longer weightless. Gravity latched onto her being like an anchor as she felt harsh breeze nipping at her skin .

Through tiny slits, she was able to catch a glimpse of the pretty blue sky before white. It engulfed her being, and was incredibly wet.

And then suddenly, she was on the ground and coughing up blood.

She moaned as she laid there, useless and paralyzed- like her body was still coming to terms with the fact that she wasn't airborne anymore.

Her fingers flexed as she felt something cold and...mushy under her palm.

A few seconds later and it was wet, for a panicked second she thought it was her blood but relaxed when she did a mental check of her body. There was no pain.

She groaned as she pushed herself up, feeling drowsy and incredibly nauseous and dizzy.

Her curls gently blew in her face, caressing her flushed cheeks.

Madison could barely see in front of her, everything was blurry.

But from what she could see so far, everything was white and cold.

And she had no idea where she was...At all.

Taking a deep breath, she prepared to stand as she gathered her last remaining strength.

She was suddenly very thankful for the knitted sweater she pulled on before she left home. It was almost as though someone threw her inside a deep freezer.

Getting to her unstable feet, she bent over half way to gasp for air she had no idea she was missing.

Her hands rested on her knee caps for a moment before she straightened.

Looking around blindly, she caught sight of a huge tree like -or what she thought was a tree- shape with red leaves. Or something...

She'd never seen a tree like that before.

Oregon didn't have trees like that at all.

A figure moved over from the tree, catching Maddie's eye as she blinked furiously to get a clear view of the thing headed her way.

It was big, that much was certain, hulking but moving at a slow steady jog.

Yet as it came closer, she felt nothing but safety.

She took an unsure step back and stumbled to the ground, smacking her head on a rock in the process and knocking herself unconscious.

Her last thought was: 'Help'

Maddie's POV

You are probably wondering what they heck you're reading.

I would too, I don't blame you.

This all started when I just turned fourteen, back when I was alive in the real world.

I went to sleep the night of my birthday and...well, to put it simply- warged.

I don't know how but I did.

That night was the night I met Brandon Stark, Ned Stark's - The Late Warden Of Winterfell- son.

His shoulder length brown hair and impressionable features were something that I would never forget. And his brown eyes, that looked like he was searching your soul, seared my very being from the moment that they met mine. He was cute, very cute.

I knew that nothing would ever be the same again after that.

Not ever.