Samwell

One step after another, Sam grew more tired after each step, grasping Gilly tightly by the hand. Mother have mercy .He kept saying the same prayer. Mother have mercy. Mother have mercy….

"Why do you keep saying that?" She asked.

He was so exhausted, it took him at least 10 seconds to respond.

"What?" He couldn't even remember what she had said.

"That prayer. Who's mother?"

"Oh…. That. It's a prayer we use in the south."

"Don't you have to kneel before a tree?"

"Well, no. The old gods don't have eyes in the south." But life has grown so hard for him, he didn't even believe that mother could save him.

Mother have mercy. He continued to say. He couldn't even think straight now.

Soon, he grew not only tired, but disillusioned. He needed some conversation to stop the pain, or at least keep him awake.

"Have you named him yet?" He asked, finally noticing the infant boy clutched in her arms.

"No."

"Then, when are you going to?"

"I don't know."

"Have you ever thought of a name?"

"No."

"What about Jon? Or Petyr, or Ned, or James? OR even George?"

"No." She said sounding tired

Sam didn't blame her tough, he was starting to fall asleep too.

"Let's rest for awhile." He finally said.

He fell onto the ground, and took out a bunch of sausages from his sack. He quickly broke one in half and gave one to Gilly.

"How many days left till we get to the wall?"

"Days?" He chuckled. "I think we'll get there in a few hours."

"Is the wall as big as they say it is?

"Bigger."

For the first time, she smiled.

"It shouldn't be long, but we have to be more careful here, this is where Will saw the Walkers."

She clutched her son even tighter when she heard that.

"It's about 100 miles to Castle Black. You'll be safe when you get there, I'll take you to Maester Ameon, he'll find you and your son a place to settle down, the north, maybe, or the Riverlands, maybe even horn hill."

He could tell that she had no idea what he was talking about, but he could also tell that she didn't care very much either.

"But what if he doesn't?" She asked her voice trembling with fear. "What if he sends me back to Mance Rayder?"

"No, he'll never do that. Maester Ameon is a good man, besides it's getting colder than the long winter. No one in their right mind would go out in a weather like this."

He put the supplies back into his sack.

"Hurry up, we have to move."

He got up from the ground and lifted his sack. He continued walking forwards, trying to be as tough as possible. Of course after about 40 or 50 miles, he was muttering mother have mercy again and again once more.

"It shouldn't… shouldn't be long…. Till….. till we ge…. ge…. get to the wall." He panted.

He looked at her, he could tell that she was even more exhausted than him.

"You….. you don't h… have to wo…. Wory, y….. you'll be s….safe. The cold was like a valyrian sword, piercing him and making him bleed. He saw her fall onto the ground face down, with her son still in her arms. Everything began to go dark. The last thing he heard was the crying of Gilly's boy.

Mother have mercy, mother have mercy, mother have mercy, mother have mercy. The prayer echoed in his dreams, even if he knew the meant nothing.

"Sam? Sam?" He heard a voice, a voice that was unmistakenly Grenn's.

He found himself lying on a bed, inside the infirmary of Castle Black.

"You're okay now, you're home."

"When did you take me in?"

"A buncha rangers found you lying face down in the snow, with that wildling bitch…

"Don't call her that."

"Anyways, Maester Ameon fixed up your injuries, and you should be ok to walk now."

"And Gilly?"

"Who?"

"The Wildling."

"She's in your bed."

Sam sighed with relief that Gilly hasn't been raped or exiled.

"Where is he?" Sam asked urgently. "Where is he? I need to see him."

"Who? Jon?"

"Where is Jon?"

He didn't come back yet, we haven't found him."

Sam stayed in silence, quietly mourning his friend. Then, he remembered.

"The Maester. The Maester. Where is he?"

"Please Sam, you've only just awakened."

"NO!" That was the first time Sam had risen his voice.

"I MUST see him now!"

Grenn stared at him with sullen silence, contemplating his decision. Finally, he got up and went to get the Maester.

Sam then realized what he had done. What would he say to the Maester? That he was attacked by frozen ice zombies? That the trusted brothers of the Night's Watch murdered the lord commander? And what of Gilly's son. He would surely think that the boy is his bastard. What would happen then? He would get his head chopped off, and would be shamed even in death, then Gilly would get her throat cut, and the boy would be left to starve.

But it would be too late now. Maester Ameon sat down into his chair beside Sam's bed.

"Hello Sam." The Maester said kindly.

"Maester Ameon."

They both paused for an awkward period of time. Then Sam regained his wits.

"What I saw… beyond the wall…..

"What? Did Mance Rayder make you piss your breeches?" Grenn laughed.

The Maester gave Grenn a stern look. He shut up after that.

"The walkers… They're here."

The maester chuckled this time. "The Walkers have been gone for 8,000 years, you've probably been delirious due to the cold."

"No. No. No. No. No." Sam said. "It's face was ice, their eyes as blue as the ocean. It's voice was cracking like ice. I saw the HEAD of a ranger. Lying on the snow, his body dismembered, his body parts arranged as if it was some kind of a ritual…..

"It was probably the wildlings….. The Maester began.

"No! If was a walker. The lord commander killed it himself."

"Jeor Mormont is dead."

"I saw it! And now it's all coming for us if we don't do something."

The Maester finally started to believe him. He walked in circles, pacing and pacing, once again judging Sam's sanity. At last, he sat on his chair with a sigh.

"Bring her in."

Grenn ran back to the barracks urgently, and quickly returned with Gilly, he was grabbing her by the arm, she was still holding the boy in her arms, looking concerned.

"How did this boy turn up?" The Maester questioned.

"I know how it looks. But the boy is Craster's, I had no choice but to take her….. him.

Grenn began to laugh.

"I understand. You don't have to worry about her. I'll send her to somewhere in The North, she'll get a job. Does the boy have a name?

She stared at him and thought.

"Malcolm." "His name is Malcolm."

"Very well then. His name is Malcolm Snow."

"Snow? He's not a bastard."

"Well, I can't name him after a wildling, can I?"

He turned and took out many pieces of paper, some ink, and the Night's Watch seal.

"Are you able to walk?"

Sam slowly got up on his feet. "Yes."

"Then you'll have to write for me."

Sam sat down onto a table, dipped ink onto his feather, and prepared to write.

"King Robb of the House Stark, lord of Winterfell, warden of the North. (Robb and Talisa lives in this version, but not Catelyn.) The Night's Watch is in dire need of your solders' services. Samwell Tarly, a steward, friend of your half-brother Jon Snow, has witnessed things beyond the wall that is worst than your nightmares. The White Walkers have arrived and will be hunting for decades. Please send your army to the wall, it won't matter if they take the black or are just temporary solders, please send more solders to Castle Black.

From Maester Ameon of the House Targareyen of the Night's Watch.

Sam finished writing immediately.

"Send the same message to Edmure Tully, Stannis Baratheon and Tywin Lannister. Remember to note to Lord Tywin that there will be lots of glory for himif he cooperates."

Sam began to write to Stannis. But he heard the galloping of horses.

"Sam… Cancel the raven to Stannis."

A Stag on fire was flying in the air, there was a woman in a red dress and a bearded sailor. And between them was the last of the Baratheons: Stannis Baratheon.