"Sansa!" Jon Stark yelled, recently just named as such. His brother after the death of their father Ned Stark saw it fitting to make it official. To recognize him officially as a Stark, and no longer as the bastard as he was.
"Sansa!" He screamed once more. She had been escorted out of a King's landing by a sell sword by the name of Bronn. To the surprise of Jon and his brother Rob was actually paid for by Tyrion. Who sought it fit to return the woman to make amends with the North after the passing of her father. The dwarf was seemingly so trying his damnedest to make peace. Now she has gone missing. Jon was adamant on making sure the wedding was taking place out of the Frey's house. A bad vibe over took him, a sickening feeling entering his stomach telling him not to allow his brother to have the wedding in the great Walder Frey's house.
Robb Stark stood looking over emptily of the dead body of his wife Talisa, who an hour before had her throat slit in front of him. He had summoned his family, and those whom he trust the most to be by his side at this time. So he could honor his wife properly. The Bolton's and Frey's were summarily hunted or were being hunted down as he spoke. The two great houses conspired to kill off the Starks and to over throw them. The sharp pain in Robb's side told as much, as one of their men had pierced his side with a dagger before Robb stabbed the man in the throat, ending his life.
"My lord." Robb heard a familiar voice enter his tent. Over stricken with grief his voice cracked.
"Theon..." He muttered towards his trusty friend. The Same friend who just arrived days earlier broken emotionally as he was cast off by his official family. Unbeknownst to Theon, but Robb was going to reward his loyalty and set things right by him. He would be a lord once more before the end of his reign.
"Robb...I." Theon broke off, unsure as to how to comfort his friend.
"They Killed her..." Robb spoke out loud just for the two of them to her.
"We will make them pay for it, we will have justice. I swear to you." Theon vowed, the words coming out of his mouth before he even had time to really think things through.
"Sansa, shes gone!" Another voice entered the tent, causing Rob to turn around and face his blood brother Jon. He was too grief stricken to feel any worse than what he was, his body has gone numb to protect himself.
"What do you mean shes gone!?" Theon asked out loud, the two of them never really got along very well. Still they both loved Robb as a brother and were willing to fight and die for him.
"Shes gone! I searched the camp, she is no where to be found." Before Robb could even reply to give a command Theon charged out of the tent and looked to one of Robb's sworn guards.
"What house do you serve!?" Theon demanded to know the answer, surprisingly taking full command of the situation before Robb could even gather his forces.
"House Forrester my lord." The man replied, without a hint of hesitation in his voice.
"How many riders does your house have in this camp?" Theon asked once more.
"About a hundred strong, five hundred if you include on foot." The guard once again answered.
"I need only the riders, gather your horses and have them meet me in the north west by the woodlands." Theon commanded.
"Sir?" The guard asked once more unsure as to what to make of it all.
"Do it now!" Theon shouted, raged filled his voice. Robb could hear something else trace in it though. Terror. He was terrified of what Robb had no clue, Theon was in no certain danger. He was an above average swords man, and a fantastic archer. What possible could make him so afraid when he is surrounded by men loyal to the same cause as him.
Robb gave his poor guard a nod of approval, telling him to listen to Theon Greyjoy and putting him in charge of the rescue attempt.
"Theon what are you getting at? Why the North west?" Jon Stark asked, curious as to where he was going with this.
"Its the last I saw of her, maybe thirty minutes ago. I can track her if she was taken." Theon answered confidently.
"Robb, let me bring our sister back. I'll command the Forresters and ensure her safe return." Jon asked, Robb gave a Theon a look and the look of fear and anger was spread across his face. Then back at Jon who bore the same calmness that Robb have often employed.
"No Jon, I need you by my side to figure out where to go from here." Robb responded, putting Jon's request to bed.
"Robb, I can do this." Jon once again requested, Theon had already left meeting up with the Riders.
"So can Theon, he is a great shot with a bow, a good fighter and has a sound strategic mind. He knows what he is doing. I need you to help prepare an offensive on the River lands, so we can mount Walder Frey's head on a spike." Jon just nodded and bit his lip, putting his hand on the handle of his sword.
Theon was riding hard, the men were right besides them, all of them with their swords at their sides ready to go. Tracking whomever took Sansa was easy enough. The scouts estimated about at least 40 horses were riding away, with their prize on hand. No doubt to be brought back to Kings Landing. It took them hours of hard riding, their horses were almost done with exhaustion before they finally found the captors.
The group was sitting, planning on calling it a night it seems, Sansa was in the middle of the camp. Her cheeks swollen, her eyes blacken. They had beaten her, automatically Theon assumed the worse. Withdrawing his sword, his eyes laid upon the leader of the group. A man standing almost a foot taller everyone else. The Broad shoulders that was as twice as wide as most well built men. The Mountain.
"We have more than two to one odds. I advise that we strike now." Rodrick Forrester suggested.
"Not yet, Take half your men and go around. Once the battle happens, flank them from the rear." Theon commanded.
"Those half will take massive casulties." Rodrick offered, unsure as if he was wanting to trust this plan completely.
"Which is why I will lead it, take your half and go." Theon commanded. Rodrick gave a nod and broke off and started to walk to the other side, concealed by the woods to not give away their position. Theon raised his sword up in the air, then pointed at the Mountain and his men.
"Charge!"he screamed. Swinging his sword to the left of his side he cut down one man, then did it to his right and did so again. The Forresters were fighting valiantly, slicing down the men from Kings landing in favorable odds. Except the Mountain. Who face was filled with a joyful rage as he was slicing men in Two with ease, easily parrying any attempt to stab and cutting them down with shear brutality. Raising his sword up the Mountain blocked a swing then swung upwards cutting the man from Ribcage to ribcage causing the top fourth of his body sliding down into the dirt.
Turning his horse around Theon stabbed a man in the face, causing his body to go limp, his horse then took a spear to the neck, causing him to kick up in pain and throw Theon from his horse. Getting up in a scramble the spearman charged towards Theon only to be met by his sword, piercing through his stomach. The tide had started to turn. The Mountain was cutting through his soldiers as if he was carving them like he would through cake. Another man charged at Theon, he raised his sword and blocked his thrust and pulled out the dagger from his side pant leg and stabbed the man in the throat.
The Mountain looked around and saw the second half of the company of the Forrester's men started to charge from the trees. The Battle was lost, he was going to kill that red headed bitch if it was the last thing he did. Sansa was tied up to the horse poles by her wrists, he was just going to lop her head cleanly right off. Reaching up with his sword, he swung. Only to be blocked by Theon's sword. In an instant he kicked him as hard and as fast as he could right in the chest, causing the mountain to barely stumble back.
"Weak man." The Mountian replied, off handedly swung to his side, killing another Forrester.
"Then why don't you prove it you ugly fuck!" Theon screamed, his sword readily in front of him. His body shook with nerves, he could some times push Robb and Jon Stark to the limit, but still they would beat him and they didn't compare to the mountain. The tall bastard swung and Theon raised his sword just in time to block. The Blow knocked him down on the ground. Quickly he got back up on his feet and swung at the mountains side who easily blocked it and punched Theon to the side of the head.
The world seemed to get hazy and started to spin around him as the warm liquid of his blood trailed down his head, Sansa looked on in horror.
"Please Theon get up!" Sansa pleaded. The Mountain Raised his sword up for one last strike, only to feel a sharp pain go across his back. The other half of the Forresters has arrived. Swinging back he chopped the man's head off in one swing, only to feel another sharp pain in his back and out his stomach. He swung his free hand around and caught Theon once again across the face causing him to go sprawling down to the ground. Picking up his sword he went once more to Sansa. Few feet away from striking distance he felt another sharp pain in the back of his neck, preventing him from breathing. Reaching back he pulled out the arrow, which was covered in blood, and collapsed never to wake again.
Theon dropped the bow and stumbled to Sansa.
"Your safe now." He muttered, she just gave him a smile which he could swore made his heart skip a beat.
The Forresters rounded up the rest of the Mountains men, for those that surrendered they took them as prisoner, the rest the Forresters easily slaughtered them as they were fully surrounded, and didn't have the numbers to keep fighting.
Theon untied Sansa, and quickly started to fall. Still badly dazed from his earlier fight. Sansa quickly wrapped her arms around him and helped him up.
"Theon, are you alright?"
"I'm fine mi'lady." Theon responded, only to hear quickly from another Forrester.
"Is he alright!? Lady Sansa, he just killed the fucking Mountain!" One of the captain's boasted, Rodrick looked on silently then slowly nodded to one of his men.
"Can you Ride?" He asked Theon, his wounded commander. A man was leading a horse over to them, Theon put his foot in the stirrup and pushed himself up only to start falling over on the side, this time caught by Sansa once more.
"You don't have to help me, I did nothing worthy of it." Theon tried to brush her off.
"You saved me from the Mountain!" Sansa replied back in a shocking jest towards him.
"Which Jon and Robb were both more than willing to do themselves." Theon pointed out.
"But they didn't Greyjoy, you did." She quipped back, helping him back on the horse. Rodrick gave a whistle and one of his men grabbed the reins of their horse leading the way as Sansa made sure Theon wouldn't fall off.
Theon was having a hard time staying awake, his eyes were getting heavy and he started to feel queezy. The big freak of a man really thrashed him hard he thought to himself.
"Robb sent you and others to find me?" Sansa asked, seeing Theon in a real weakened state she was starting to worry. Instead she heard a chuckle from one of the men.
"What is so funny?" She demanded.
"No one ordered him." The solider responded.
"Sir?" She asked for clarification.
"My Squire, Gared Tuttle was standing guard for your brother when he got the news. That crazy bastard went chasing after you before Rob could even give the command."