Game of Thrones fan fiction – And so my watch has ended
Written by Durai
WARNING: This story will contain certain spoilers. Do not read this fan fiction if you have not read the books yet.
Chapter 1 – The Wall
The Wall. It was a boring posting for someone like me. Someone who liked action more than anything else. The Wall was dull. And cold, to boot. But I should stop complaining. I stole some food and it was either the gallows or the Wall. And so I chose. At least it was the lesser of two evils for me.
Everyone around here was also quite boring. Alliser Doren, who was always mocking people. Maester Aemon, the blind man who turned out to be a Targaryen, but still can't do a damn thing. And the old man, Jeor Mormont himself.
I know, Jeor was an old man. But before the time of his death, he got more boring than ever. He'd only come outside at times to see how our training went and the rest of the day he'd spend on paperwork. Bah. The Wall was dull and that wouldn't change for quite a while.
But there was a boy. Jon Snow. I liked that boy. Always active, always figuring out what to go and do next… And a wizard with a sword, I might add. I nearly beat him once, but then again, he was personally trained by Ser Rodrik back in Winterfell. He's had training befitting a lord. I was but a thief, skilled almost only with a dagger. But apparently, I wasn't all that bad with a sword, either.
So there I was, walking around all day, shoveling dung, looking over the Wall in case any Wildlings would pop up… By the gods, I would have been happy with a Wildling attack. At least we'd have some fun that way. But of course, those stupid Wildlings had to disappoint us. Stupid bastards couldn't even find their own asses if they couldn't see the Wall from wherever they were.
And then Jon Snow disappeared one day. He went with Qhorin Halfhand, but he never came back. Neither did his Dire Wolf, Ghost. That animal was always a little bit of an obsession of mine. A quiet, but stone-cold killer if the beast was up for it. It would always just sit there, staring at you, waiting for Jon to say something.
So now, both of the most entertaining figures were gone. Not that there was much entertainment anyway, except for a good training round. Now that Jon was gone, I started beating everyone. I had no-one to contend with anymore. So I decided to go and have some fun of my own. And that was a decision I never should have made, for it got me into a lot of trouble. So much trouble even, it could have jeopardized the Seven Kingdoms.
Because of my stupidity from that day on, I nearly made sure that the White Walkers could invade Westeros entirely. By the Seven Hells, I don't want to know what would have happened had they succeeded. But one thing is certain: My life will never be the same after this.
That's it for the first chapter, folks. If you would please be so kind as to leave a review of this chapter and possibly even follow me, I'd much appreciate it. Also, let me know if you guys have any other characters I should put in the story. They can be made-up characters, or existing ones in the Game of Thrones series. Thank you for reading!