Prompt-fic for the Friday Fast Fic challenge (limit 500 words). I got the word 'void'.
Everything or Nothing
"This is a horrible idea!" Brienne screamed over the roaring of the horde of wights on their heels.
She and Ser Jaime had been surrounded by the creatures who had overrun the battlefield, and therefore they had been forced to retreat with the few other unscathed humans. The handful of struggling survivors had split up when they entered the Godswood, to give at least some of them a chance to escape.
Brienne wasn't one to run away, and neither was Jaime, but the sheer mass of monsters left no possible way out for them. And now, after three quarters of the wights had decided to follow them instead of the others, they were doomed. She was ready to fall, clawing and biting if she had to since their swords had not withstood the onslaught in the end, in a last fight. At least she would die knowing her demise had maybe bought the remaining humans a bit more time.
As the two warriors had moved through the woods, or what was left of the now equally rotten and frozen vegetation, Jaime had began to tug her in a specific direction. His intentions were clear to her. They wouldn't be to a sane person, but they both had left mentally stable territory a long time ago.
The bottomless pit, the people of Winterfell had called it. At the farthest end of the place, between two stone walls, was a hole dug into the ground. Nobody knew how it came to be or if the rumors were true, but whatever got thrown into it, it was said, never reached the bottom, for nobody ever heard it thud on the ground.
And the man who was fleeing with her from wights wanted to jump right into it.
"It's rumored that if you go in there, you will get spat out on the other side of the world," Jaime wheezed, his focus on the nearing pit.
Brienne could hear the undead coming closer, but there was no time to turn around. "That's a story for children! Not a single person fell in and came back to tell the tale!" She stumbled and Jaime grabbed her upper arm to keep her from crashing down, insistently tugging her forward in their mad dash.
"But it's our only chance to get out of here and not end up in pieces or with new flashy eyes and a deathly complexion!" he tried to drown out the unholy ruckus behind them.
Only a few meters to go before they reached the pit. Why did it always have to be a pit?
"But if there's no end, and just an all compassing nothingness, or if there is a bottom–"
"Then we're dead."
Five meters to go.
"One chance is better than no chance at all."
Jaime held his left hand out to her, never slowing down. "Together?"
They were almost there.
She clasped his hand in hers without a second thought.
One meter.
"See you on the other side, wench," he smiled at her and squeezed her fingers.
And they jumped into the great unknown.