Game of Thrones: New Era
Chapter 1 of my new Game of Thrones story, we finally reach the finale of my Reunions series. This has been an interesting and hopeful series in my eyes, all beginning with a simple question, what if the Red Wedding ended differently, and certain other details were changed, anyway, hope you enjoyed it.
Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Jon
Jon sighed to himself as he stood in his chambers; he was standing, cradling his and Ygritte's son. He was still marvelling at the baby, how remarkably similar to him the baby was, save for inheriting Ygritte's hair colour.
'He is all I have left of Ygritte now. Yet I cannot...I cannot keep him here; cannot raise him. Not as Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. He will be a constant reminder that I've violated my oath.' He thought sadly. 'But I cannot just up and abandon him, he must sill have family...'
He sighed but managed a small smile as the infant boy let out a soft gurgle and grasped the front of Jon's cloak. Still smiling he leaned in and kissed the boy on the forehead.
"You are my son, your mother may be gone and I may not always be part of your life, but never doubt for a minute I love you." He said gently.
He continued to rock his son; out of respect for Ygritte, he had not yet named the boy. Finally, his son slowly drifted off to sleep. Once he was asleep, Jon slowly approached the crib.
'At least I know what to do, I can ensure he is still raised by family, still raised with love.' He thought with relief.
Gently putting the slumbering infant in his crib, Jon made sure he was comfortable and then made his way to the door. He quietly slipped out of the room.
Sam and Gilly were waiting outside.
"Jon..." Sam began, uncertain.
Jon shook his head. "It's, it's almost time...Gilly, I know I'm asking a lot of you, but..."
She shook her head. "It is fine, don't worry about your son, I'll take care of him."
Jon nodded grateful and allowed Gilly to enter the room. Meanwhile he and Sam made their way through Castle Black.
"Sam." He said softly; surprising his friend. "If...If anything happens to me in this battle, I want you to hurry back here and take my son, take him to Winterfell. To Robb, for Robb to raise him."
Sam gasped. "Jon, that's, I mean, are you sure, are…?"
Jon nodded. "Yes, I am, it's for the best."
"I...alright; if you say so Jon, I'll do it." Sam said at last.
"Thank you."
They continued onwards, Jon forced himself to remove those thoughts from his mind and to focus on the matter at hand. The preparations for the upcoming battle.
"How do we stand, the battle that comes will be unlike anything we have ever faced before, unlike anything anyone has faced before?" He asked.
Sam replied. "We're ready Jon, we've done everything we possibly can, we've finally achieved cohesion between our forces and the Free Folk, we're all ready to work together."
Jon smiled lightly, that made him feel a little easier at least.
He knew they had to ensure they had a large number of stores, especially for their plans to work.
"What about our weaponry, have we managed to take care of things there?"
Sam nodded. "Yes, we've got enough weapons for everybody; we've also managed to gather all the Dragonglass weapons that you were able to find from the various caches. We've got lots of arrows and daggers made from them."
Jon pondered for a moment. "How many?"
"Quite a lot...more than I can count, but not enough for everyone."
Jon shook his head. "We'll have to make do, make sure the daggers are distributed amongst those who know how best to use them. As for the arrows, make sure the archers knew they must be used sparingly and only against White Walkers."
Sam nodded. "Right."
They continued until they ended up in the storerooms where they found Bowen Marsh hard at work. He was searching through the records he had of the various stores and searching, along with others for various barrels and other stores.
"Bowen." Jon called out, getting his attention.
Bowen looked up and nodded. "Lord Commander. As you requested we're searching the storerooms for anything flammable that can be used."
Jon nodded appreciatively. "Good, we need them take up to the battlefield, we need everything prepared before the battle has a chance to begin."
Bowen nodded and began giving orders; soon things were underway and while Sam went to go and prepare himself for the upcoming battle. Jon knew he himself had to do the same.
As he exited Castle Black into the cold air of the courtyard, he spotted Mance Rayder nearby, at the same time as the Wildling King saw him. Mance immediately approached him.
"Jon, it seems we are approaching the fated moment." He remarked. "The very thing I feared has come to pass. The Great Darkness is coming, bringing his army with him."
Jon nodded. "Yes; I am aware; I know what I have to do. It has to be me who fights him."
Mance observed him closely. "I hope this isn't some misguided attempt at going for revenge. Ygritte did not give her life for you to recklessly through yours away."
"I know, I know." Jon replied calmly. "It's more than that; this is not just about revenge for Ygritte; I have to be the one to fight him...I'm the only one who can stop him."
Mance sighed but then nodded. "True enough; well, we better prepare ourselves. This won't be easy, and our people know it."
Jon sighed; Mance was right; despite everything, spirits and morale were low. They'd have to rally their warriors, before it was too late. They couldn't afford to take any chances, this was their last stand, if they fell, it wouldn't be just them, all of Westeros would be doomed.
They headed to where the armies were gathered, just North of the Wall.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.