Hello all. Now, this fanfiction is based off A song of ice and fire, the book series, and the opening to this chapter is set in the last book A dance with dragons, so to any TV fans reading this, who have not read the books, I advise you to either; 1) leave now and wait until season 6, 7 or 8 so that your up to date or 2) read the books, trust me, they are really good. Nevertheless, there will probably be elements of the TV Series as well. Please forgive me if i get a few things wrong in canon, and tell me so i can fix them up. I havent read the books in quite a long time, and this translates to being abit "rusty" (Hmmm..foreshadow?) on the details, though I have re-watched the show twice in anticipation of the third season. Ill try to be as true as I can though, probably reading bits of the books again and looking things up. Whenever I say Game of Thrones probably sub in (A song of ice and fire), as I interchange them quite often.

Now, to the Halo fans who got brought here. The "present time" for Halo i put as 2800, centuries after the events of Halo 4. This is mainly just to take away the temptation of writing about the main characters or the aftermath of the war or the storm covenant etc. etc. and to mainly focus on the game of thrones (sub it in!) section, so you wont be seeing any MC or Hood ar the arbiter. All new characters in the Halo side of the story. Another important reason for the time leap was because there are several new technologies or items unseen in current Halo. I'm thinking that 243 years is adequate time to make em'.

Unfortunately, the first chapter is quite short. Also, unfortunately I wont be able to update a chapter once a day...or two days...or a week, being busy and all, so dont hold your breath for the second chapter just yet (though I've started it.. I promise!). But while your waiting, there are thousands of great fanfIction's out there, recommendations are; The Andromeda War, the bow and the gun, Halo: Mass Contact, Halo: the chain, Halo: the terran republic affair, from the ashes and many others. Feedback and Reviews are MOST welcome, i love the community spirit.

And most importantly,

I DO NOT own the rights to either Halo or Game of Thrones or a song of ice and fire, the owners being bungie and 343, HBO and George RR Martin respectively.

The Shield of Men

Wun Weg Wun Dar Wun howled again and gave Ser Patrek's other arm a twist and pull. It tore loose from his shoulder with a spray of white blood. Like a child pulling petals off a daisy, thought Jon.

"Leathers, talk to him, calm him. The Old Tongue, he understands the Old Tongue. Keep back, the rest of you. Put away your steel, we're scaring him".

Couldn't they see the giant had been cut? Jon had to put an end to this or more men would die. They had no idea of Wun Wun's strength. A horn, I need a horn. He saw the glint of steel, turned toward it.

"No blades!" he screamed

"Wick, put that knife…"

…away, he meant to say. When Wick Whittlestick slashed at his throat, the word turned into a grunt. Jon twisted from the knife, so that it sliced empty air. "Why?"

"For the Watch". Wick slashed at him again. This time Jon caught his wrist and bent his arm back until he dropped the dagger. The gangling steward backed away, his hands upraised as if to say, Not me, it was not me. Men were screaming. Jon reached for Longclaw, but his fingers had grown stiff and clumsy. Somehow he could not seem to get the sword free of its scabbard .

Then Bowen Marsh stood there before him, tears running down his cheeks. "For the Watch." He stabbed Jon in the belly, It's over Jon though it's all over. The dagger however, just before contacting Jon's skin, was repelled back, a slight shimmering occurring just above he's skin. How? Jon looked up to meet Bowen Marsh's surprise stricken face, and noticed several other figures staring apprehensively at him, daggers hanging loosely from their hands.

"Magic" One of them hissed.

"For the Watch" Bowen said again, clumsily striking at Jon's throat. This time Jon was able to find his battle composure and managed to dodge the attack, drawing Longclaw in the process and raising it up in a battle stance. A shout behind him alerted him to a man approaching, and the sound of a sword rasping from scabbard made his way to his ears. The Night Watch traitors looked at each other hurriedly, then took to their heels, snow being kicked up into the air as they ran to the forests. All except for Bowen Marsh, who just stood standing in the snow, sobbing like a girl, numb to his situation. The man who had come to Jon's aid immediately raised his sword towards Marsh.

" What do you want done with this mongrel, Lord Crow?" The man was a wildl-no, Free folk, his furs and rusty sword belying his background.

"Put him in the ice cells" mumbled Jon, "Just ask a ranger, they'll show you the way".

" I don't see no need to keep him alive, back home we usually chucked em' in the river, and counted how long we could see em' flapping on the surface"

"I need him for questioning; I want to find out if there are any others who conspired with him."

"Aye, there's a smart crow, I'll do as you say". The man roughly manhandled Bowen, who offered no resistance, and began to make his way back to Castle Black, when Jon caught his shoulder.

"What's your name, Free Folk?" The man grinned.

"You can call me Rusty if you please." He raised his sword.

"After me sword you see"

Jon nodded. "I'll reward you Rusty, I promise you".

As "Rusty" made off with Bowen, Jon couldn't help but feel very uneasy, what had happened? Could the dagger have missed him? But no, he saw it clearly, it should of punctured him. And what did that traitor say? Magic? Could it be? Jon shook his head. Right now I need to send trackers after those deserters. In the background the men were standing over a downed giant figure, stabbing their sword over and over again into its body, the snow was drenched in blood, and a lone crow circled the sky. Jon couldn't help but think that he was in a dream. Everything was so vivid, and so vague. So clear and so clouded. As he slowly made his way back to Castle Black, a small device detached itself from his cloak, landing softly on the snow. Slowly, it disintegrated, leaving a small pile of charred metal and electronics that were later accumulated by a Collecter Drone. And above all this, far up in the sky, hidden by active camouflage, were several camera drones, recording all the information and sending it to the ship in orbit above the continent known as "Westeros"