Winter is coming prologue
Authors note: All characters belong to their respective owners.
The Seven teach us that it is the hubris of men which brought the Others into our world. Man had stolen fire from the gods, who brought ice into the world. The dead returned as monsters, the first of the wights. They became a blight upon the lands, unstoppable and relentless. The dwarven kingdoms were the first to fall. And from the lands of endless winter, the others drove at us again and again, until finally we neared annihilation... until the Night Wardens came. Men and women from every race, warriors and mages, barbarians and kings, the Night Wardens sacrificed everything to stem the tide of darkness, and prevailed. It has been four centuries since that victory, and we have kept our vigil. We have watched and waited for the Others to return. But those, who once called us heroes, have forgotten. We are few now, and our warnings have been ignored for too long. It may even be too late, for I have seen with my own eyes what lies upon the horizon. Seven save us all.
First ranger Alistair of the Night Wardens
A cold wind blew through the wilds. Alistair held his cloak close and thought of the warm cheeses awaiting him back at the wall. He had to make it back first, and the wights were closing in. They had been three once: but Royce had fallen to a blade of ice and Will to his brother's cold dead hands. Alistair had only just made it out alive, sent to warn the watch of their old foe's return. "Bloody good job I'm doing of that, stuck out here an hour from the wall with the dead on my heels".
It was too late for regrets, the foe was on all sides. He drew his burning blade from its place at his side, took up the horn on his back and sets to work. The horn calls once as his blade sets a chasind ablaze. It calls again as he brings peace to a fallen brother. The wights melt before him as his horn blasts its final breath in defiance of the silence of the night.
IN WAR VICTORY
The horn falls from his hand as he meets the pale blue eyes of the adversary, its crystalline sword upraised.
IN PEACE VIGILANCE
The warden rushes forth, hot steel shining in the dead of night. The other's ephemeral blade cutting through black mail like paper.
IN DEATH SACRIFICE
The other takes the blade in the chest, its frosty armor cutting like cheese before the blazing blade. The keening wail it makes as it melts is the last thing the old ranger hears.
(author commentary): A while back I did a role play of dragon age origins using the character of Jon Snow as a model for a human noble. When I discovered fanfiction I was astounded that there were almost no dragon age/ASOIF crossovers considering that they are so many parallels between the stories and characters.
I was originally planning to record the events of that play through via "the diary of Jon Cousland". But when I was starting to storyboard it, it kind of expanded out of control and turned completely alternate universe. Comment if you have any ideas or suggestions, if they are neat/fitting ill find a way to work them in.
Sorry to kill Alistair but I have no idea how to write him and the prologue character always dies: I hope I gave him a fittingly epic demise
Enjoy!