Time Rewinded
Chapter 7 Jon I
The Northeast in the Gift.
Jon walked threw the forest, with him was Ygritte, Tormund as well as several other hunters from the Free Folk.
They had been hunting for a few days it seemed a girl had disappeared from around Last Hearth a few weeks before, Greatjon Umber had complained that the Wildlings had kidnapped the girl.
But after a thorough check none of the Free Folk had seen the girl, none of them had been near Last Hearth for weeks.
The King had left almost a month ago, and things had been more or less quite there had been only a few flare ups between a few of the Bannermen but cooler heads had prevailed.
One of the Free Folk chieftains, a large woman with bright red hair had all but stormed Last Hearth with an axe in hand that would scare any sane man and had demanded Greatjon satisfy the dishonour he had laid at her tribes feet.
Their battle as already the become the stuff of song and story, according to what Jon had heard Greatjon and the large chieftainess were to marry in a few weeks though in the custom of the Free Folk they were already wed as their night of passion had also become the stuff of song and story.
Greatjon's son Smalljon Umber had left Last Hearth in protest to his Father taking a new wife, though Greatjon had told him Son any son his future Wife bore him would not inherit but his Son had refused to except the whole idea of a stepmother let alone one who until a few short months before they would have killed for daring to cross the Wall.
Jon sighed he had no idea where the girl was, he had asked the girl's parents if the girl had been interested in any visitors that had passed the area.
Jon at first thought that maybe the girl had taken a fancy to a passing Sell Sword, a Hedge Knight or traveling Mummers.
But her parents as well as her Sister and best friend had denied that she had spoken of any interest in any new comers.
But just as Jon had left, the girls best friend had told him that the girl had mentioned that there was a local lad who she meet secretly who it seemed was the Bastard Son of a local Lord.
But the girl had not told her friend who the Bastard was.
Jon continued to walk threw the forest, the ground was becoming rocky as they slowly made their way up one of the smaller mountains.
"Some one is hunting with hounds, there's three of them no four, three men and a woman" Said one of the hunters as he knelt on the floor his hand barely touching the stony ground as he examined the near invisible tracks "One of them is bleeding a little" He said as he pointed at the faint spots of blood that was on the ground.
"How far ahead?" Asked Tormund as he looked at the trees ahead as though he could see who was ahead.
The hunter frowned as he looked at the tracks "A few hours only" He said.
Slowly the group moved forward.
An hour later, a scream was heard "Where!" Yelled Jon as another scream rang out the hunter pointed after a moment Jon and the others ran in the direction pointed.
Jon thought they had followed the screams for hours, he heard the barks of dogs.
He started thinking he knew who it was causing the screams he ran harder "Get your bows ready!" He yelled as the crashed threw the bushes.
He caught sight of a flash of something he paused for a moment trying to see it again then he saw it again he could see what he saw was a young woman with light brown hair.
He ran towards the girl.
He suddenly heard the sound of a bow being fired a second later he heard a woman's cry of pain.
"Hurry!" He yelled as he ran faster towards where he saw the young woman.
He then heard a voice that filled him with hate.
Ramsey Snow.
John ran faster towards the voice "You told me you would do anything to make me happy!, your a disappointment Martha! You've not been a very good hunt at all!" Yelled the Bastard of the Dreadfort.
Jon ran even faster as the memory of what the Bastard had done not just to Rickon but also the horrors of what he had put Sansa threw went threw his head.
He crashed threw the trees and ran straight into Ramsey and punched he hard in the face, he heard the faint noise of a bow being fired he heard the faint sound of a dog's yelp.
Ramsey got a punch in as well as a well placed knee.
Ramsey ever the coward ran leaving his servant Reek and Smalljon Umber behind.
"Bastard!" Yelled Jon as he watched as Ramsey disappeared threw the trees.
He looked at Smalljon and the creature who was the first Reek before Theon Greyjoy.
Tormund had lifted the young woman into his arms, her right leg had an arrow stuck in it, Jon could see the girl had been raped and brutalised by Ramsey as well as Smalljon, she was in shock.
Jon could see Ramsey's bitches were all dead ether from arrows or stab wounds.
Jon stepped forward to follow Ramsey but Ygritte stopped him "Let him go" She said Jon looked at her she grinned at him "Its almost time for Silverwings midday meal can you think of a better way for him to die?" She asked.
Jon frowned and looked in the direction Ramsey had ran, a smirk slowly crossed his face Ramsey was heading straight towards Silverwings lair ever since she had adopted the three hatchlings she had become very protective of all those who she saw as family.
It would be a little too quick for Ramsey but being eaten seemed the most fitting way for Ramsey to die in any timeline.
Jon let out a breath, he turned and looked at Smalljon "You bring dishonour to House Umber" Said Jon as he looked at Smalljon.
Smalljon spat at "What do you know of honour Bastard!, you brought the Wildlings here, they'll kill us all, they seduced my Father!" He yelled Jon looked at him with contempt "That's your excuse for raping a young girl and hunting her like an animal!" Said Jon.
Smalljon just shrugged "Its not like her maiden head is important enough, she'd most likely end up on her back being paid to service her betters like my self and my Father" He said laughed.
"She actually believed the Son of a high Lord would really marry some peasant girl" He said sounding like he actually believed that.
"We'll see what your Father thinks about how you treat his small folk" Said Jon.
He looked at Reek, he doubted if Reek had any hand in the raping of the girl but who knew what crimes the broken man had committed.
"Tire em both up" Said Jon before both men were tide to prevent them from trying to follow Ramsey.
Silverwings lair.
Ramsey slowed once he realised that the Bastard and his Wildlings had not followed, he cursed silently to himself he had lost Reek it had taken him weeks to break him.
He had been the perfect pet, no doubt his bitches were dead, the bitches could be replaced in a year for so but finding another like Reek would take longer.
He knew his Father would not be pleased but he couldn't risk his only heir, Ramsey made sure that every woman his Father took didn't have any children, not that his Father ever noticed if any of his women disappeared.
Dreadfort would be his, he just had to be patient, he climbed over the rocks, he would have to take the long way back to the Dreadfort, he suddenly lost his footing and fell.
He landed with a thump.
He lend up off the ground and shook his head, he looked around he saw large broken rib cages and broken skulls of cows, goats and sheep.
He blinked as he saw three reptiles at the mouth of a cave, the three reptiles were about the size of large dogs.
He reached for a large stone, he then hefted it towards them it missed them all by a few inches "Get out of here!" He yelled as he threw another stone this one grazed the green reptile on the thigh.
He didn't hear the heavy thumps, it wasn't until a shadow fill over him that he realised something else was there, besides himself.
He turned his eyes went wide as he saw the massive White and Silver reptile it growled at him.
Ramsey slowly edged back, away from the four reptiles he then turned and ran up a narrow slope, for a few moments he thought he had escaped.
He was wrong.
He screamed as pain shot up from his ankle as something grabbed him and pulled him back and lifted him up effortlessly, he was then dropped unceremoniously back on to the ground.
He looked up and came face to face with the three smaller reptiles, he stared at the three smaller reptiles, he noticed the black one look up at the larger reptile who then seemed nod as though giving permission.
He looked back at the black reptile who seemed to almost to be smiling viciously at him before it let out a hiss and jumped along with the other two, Ramsey screamed as the reptiles began tearing and ripping him apart, he glanced up at the White and Silver reptile who looked on almost proudly at its offspring, for a brief moment Ramsey wished his Father had looked at him like that just once, soon all he could think of was the hot pain that coursed threw his body as the green reptile clamped on to his thigh and tore off a great chuck of his thigh muscle.
Ramsey screamed in pain his eyes went wide as the green reptile started blasting hot air at the bloody chunk of flesh after a few more blasts, the hot air suddenly became hot smoke then after a few more blasts the smoke became flames, Ramsey stared in shocked as the reptile blasted intense flames at the chunk of flesh, it was one of the last thing he saw before the black and gold reptiles began tugging at his arm and waist he screamed as the needle sharp teeth tore in to him.
His death screams echoed around the whole area.
No one came to save him.
A few days later the Dreadfort.
Lord Roose Bolton looked at the savaged head that had been dumped on to the floor, he then looked up at Jon Snow "Where's the rest of him?" Asked Roose.
"Right now probable in several rather large shit piles" He said, Roose sighed deeply he wouldn't lie and say to any one that he would mourn Ramsey, but he had been his only heir "Your Dragons have lost me my heir" He said plainly.
Jon shrugged "You could always marry a Frey, I hear there are loads of them I'm sure you could find an unsoiled Frey" Said Jon.
"Maybe one of them can give you more suitable Son, then that thing that you had sired" explained Jon, Roose looked at him.
Roose had been contemplating taking a new wife, Walder Frey had a few Daughters as well Granddaughters of marriageable age, now that Ramsey was out of the way he would not have to worry about his legitimate offspring from being killed by bad stomachs, he was convinced that Ramsey had some how been responsible for Domeric's death.
"Remember Lord Bolton the North Remembers everything, if you don't want your House too be remembered for Ramsey, then I'd suggest your next heir be better educated in what it means to be the Son of a high Lord, if not your House, your Words and you will disappear from everyone's memory and you will be forgotten" Said Jon as he stared at the Lord of the Dreadfort and Roose Bolton was not a stupid man he heard the threat loud and clear, stay loyal or face your Son's fate.
Roose nodded with that Jon left.
Roose looked at the half chewed head of his Son "Get rid of that thing!" He ordered, a servant hastily picked up the head and removed it.
Roose lend back in his chair to think about his options.
He in all honesty didn't wanted a connection to the 'Late' Walder Frey but as his age he didn't really have many options, he had briefly meet Fat Walda on a visit to the Twins.
He had found her pleasant enough to look at, she had been respectful towards him, and had even came to him offering him an ointment to help with his sore legs after she had notice him rubbing his thighs.
They had spent a few hours having a pleasant conversation without any of her older male relations interfering, he knew Frey would jump at the chance of marrying off one of his many female relations, he doubted if the girls Father one of Frey's many Sons would even have a say in the matter.
Roose sighed deeply hopefully the girl would be as fruitful as her disgusting Grandfather.
He called for parchment and ink as he made his proposal.
The Gift a Free Folk encampment.
Ygritte settled Martha down the arrow had been removed and her leg bound, her Mother had arrived not long ago and had soothed the girl telling her that it wasn't her fault and that she wasn't a whore despite what Ramsey Snow had said.
The girl would heal but her mind would take longer to heal, Tormund hovered close by as when he had tried to leave the girl pleaded for him to stay.
Ygritte could see that Tormund's protective nature was coming out.
Ygritte left the tent for a short while, she returned not much later to find Tormund holding Martha's tiny hand in his massive paw of a hand whispering softly to her as his thumb stroking her cheek softly.
Maybe Martha's mind would be fine with time.
The Last Hearth
Greatjon Umber stared at his bound Son, he was stunned when Jon Snow arrived with his Son and Ramsey Snows foul smelling servant Reek.
Greatjon didn't understand why his Son had done something so dishonourable and disgusting.
At first he thought this was some form of revenge ageist his Father for deciding to take Wildling or woman of the Free Folk for a Wife, but he had been floored when Jon told him that Smalljon had in fact known where the missing girl was the whole time.
Greatjon felt sick as Jon told him that it seemed that Martha was not the first girl to be abused in such away, according to Reek they had been doing this for years, the girls mostly had been whores who know one would on occasion the girls were the Daughters of one of the small folk and after a short while it was just assumed that she had run off with some man passing threw or had run off to White Harbour and had taken a ship to the capital or one of large city's in the South.
Greatjon looked at his Son looking for some sign of regret or remorse but could see none at all.
"What foul thing got in to you boy!" Growled Greatjon, Smalljon looked at his Father he smirked "Oh Come Father you've had a few of the woman of the small folk in your bed and they've given you Bastards!" He said as though what he had done was not important.
Greatjon stood his face red with rage "Aye I've had a few women and I've Fathered Bastards! But I have never forced a woman to share my bed! Or hunted her like an animal threw forest! What you have done brings shame to our House! The stain you have placed on our honour will take generations to remove!" He bellowed.
Smalljon looked at his Father with contempt "Stain on our honour! what about the dishonour you have done to our House! You're going to take a savage for a Wife, a savage who this time last year was trying to kill us!" He yelled as he glared at his Father's betrothed.
Jon was starting to think that Smalljon's mind must be broken to dare insult his future stepmother, Jon had seen the woman crack heads together to break up a squabble between two almost equally large men from her tribe and had threaten to geld the two men if they kept squabbling like children instead of proud warriors.
Jon was sure the chieftainess was considering using Smalljon as target practice for her wicked sharp axe which lay across her lap.
Jon also thought Greatjon was going to explode with rage at the insult to his future bride.
He spluttered his face becoming a dangerous black colour, suddenly the chieftainess hand clamped over Greatjon's shoulder and gave it a squeeze "He is unworthy of your wroth, I will give you many strong, honourable Son's" She said as she took his hand and placed it over her belly, he blinked a few times as his face returned to its normal hue.
His fingers spread wide over her belly, he looked up at her his eyes full of wonder "Your with child?" He asked she nodded then smirked wickedly "It seems you don't need the Giants help, your seed is strong enough" She said as she pulled the stunned Lord in to a deep kiss before she pulled away leaving the loud Lord speechless.
Greatjon soon recovered he stroked her belly a few times before he turned to look at Smalljon "You are no longer my Son and heir the babe growing in Thistle's womb is my heir be the babe be boy or girl" He growled at him.
"Get him out of my sight, I'll have no scum in my Keep or near my Wife" He said his voice low and barely above a growl.
With that Greatjon escorted his newly revealed pregnant betrothed away and slammed the thick door behind him.
Smalljon stared in shock as he lost everything "Father! You can't do this! Father! Last Hearth is mine by blood right! Father!" Yelled Smalljon but his Father did not return.
Jon looked at the now disowned Umber in disgust.
Smalljon looked at Jon "This is all your fault!" He screamed before he tried to launch him self at Jon but his bound limbs prevented him from moving every far.
"You have a choice the Wall or the block?" Said Jon simply Smalljon looked at him and laughed "Father will return, it is a fit of wroth that is all, I doubt if the babe is Father's" He chuckled Jon raised an eyebrow "You have a night to decide, if not I take your head at dawn" He said he indicated to his two men who then dragged him off to the cage in the court yard.
Jon looked at Reek "You have the same choice, the Wall or the block?, What's your name?" He asked, Reek looked at him.
"Reek it rhymes with stink, meek and sneak" He said as he chewed his finger stumps "Master Ramsey hates being called Bastard! don't call him Bastard!, bad Reek! bad Reek!" Said the man Jon pitied him there was no coming back for this pathetic broken creature before him.
"Take him to a cell, be gentile with him" Said Jon.
It was probably kinder to take the man's head.
He gave orders that the broken creature be given a bath and a meal that he could eat with what few teeth he still had, at least he would go to his grave clean and well feed.
Jon sighed deeply he then turned and leave but before he left, he left word for Greatjon that he had offered his disowned Son the choice of the Wall or the block and that he had until dawn to choose.
The next morning outside the Last Hearth.
A few of the small folk had gathered to watch the execution.
Reek had told Jon the day before the names of the girls killed by Ramsey Snow and the now Smalljon Snow.
Because it had been months since the girls were killed there was most likely little to nothing left of the victims as Ramsey's bitches had torn the victims apart and what had not been eaten by the dogs had been carried off by wild animals.
At least the families now knew what had happened to their missing Daughters and Sisters but sadly they could not bury their bones.
Reek was the first out, he had been cleaned and put in some old but clean clothes, it had taken the guards a good hour to convince the broken man that he would not be punished by Ramsey for bathing or eating.
No one recognised him to give his true name, Jon looked into the man's eyes he could see the man wanted death, but didn't have the strength to overcome his internal demons.
Reek knelt willing and bent his head over the block, a pleased smile on his face as though he knew this wretched life would soon be over.
Jon had to wonder if maybe the Last Hearths Maester had out of pity and kindness had slipped something to him to keep him calm.
With easy Jon drew Wolf's Fang the gathered crowd all ohhed and ahhed at the sight of the Valerian Steel sword "I Jon Snow on behalf of Robert Baratheon first of his name, King of the Seven Kingdoms herby condemn you to death, do you have any last words?" Said Jon.
Reek shook his head, a soft smile on his scared face.
Jon took a deep breath the realised it he placed the sharp blade on Reeks neck he rested there for a few moments before he raised it then in one clean swing he removed Reeks head in one stroke.
Reeks body was dragged off to be burned along with his head.
A few minutes later Smalljon Snow was dragged out by two burly guards.
Smalljon screamed "Father! You can't do this! Father!" He yelled as he was dragged towards the block, Smalljon's his eyes went wide at the sight of the bloody block.
"FATHER! PLEASE FATHER!" He screamed as the guards struggled to get the man to his knees, the gathered crowd cursed and spat at him calling him murderer, rapist and coward.
"I Jon Snow on behalf of Robert Baratheon first of his name, King of the Seven Kingdoms herby condemn you to death, do you have any last words?" Asked Jon.
Smalljon looked at him "You can't kill me bastard! FATHER!" He screamed suddenly the doors of the Last Heath opened and Greatjon walked out.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He bellowed he glared with shame at the man who had been his Son "Your Mother God's rest her soul didn't make as much noise when she birthed you!, she would be ashamed of you Boy!, you shame your Mother's memory!, she would spit on you, I am only glad she did not live to see the shame you have brought to our door! The shame would kill her alone, let alone you screaming like you are! Let your last act in this life be honourable, go to the God's with honour!" He said before he turned his back and walked back to the Keep, the door closed firmly behind him.
Smalljon stared in shock "No! Father come back! Please Father!" He screamed he struggled to stand but was forced back down a rope was tide around him to hold him in place over the block.
Jon heard the faint sound of water he looked at him in disgust, he drew Wolf's Fang the blade touched his neck.
"Father! Please Father! Father! Fa" He didn't finish his plea as Wolf's Fang sliced threw his neck and cleanly severing his head from his body.
His head rolled to one side.
The Wall, Castle Black Lord Commander Mormont's office few days later.
The Lord Commander Jeor Mormont sighed "At least this will cut the tensions, it's a shame the girls bones can't be found for the family's" He said as he shook his head.
"How goes the rebuilding?" Asked Jon as he sipped his wine Jeor shrugged "Well, the Giants are cutting the reconstruction down by more then half, to look at them you wouldn't think that they were skilled stone masons" He chuckled Jon shook his head.
"I got word that Lord Hoster has passed" Said Mormont, Jon nodded "Aye I think it was old age and a chill on the chest, Lady Catelyn will be returning in a few weeks" Said Jon.
"A hunting party are due back soon" Said Mormont suddenly his door open to reveal Dolorous Edd "Lord Commanded something has been found, it's the two Rangers who left with Benjen Stark" He said.
Castle black court yard.
Jon looked down at the two bodies, he was about to say they had to burn the bodies before they rise to carry out their Masters orders.
But he suddenly had an idea, he knew there were many of the Bannermen who didn't believe the whole idea of the Night King and the Army of Dead.
"Chain em up!" Said Jon as he looked at the still cold bodies.
Mormont looked at him "Their dead lad?" He said Jon looked at him the look Jon's eyes told him that it was for the best, Mormont nodded and looked at his men "You heard him chain em up!" He growled.
"Fancy going to Winterfell Lord Commander?" Asked Jon.
Mormont raised an eyebrow "And what will we do with these two?" He asked Jon smirked "We take them with us, I think it's time the Northern Lords see what they will be fighting when the time comes to fight" Said Jon.
Winterfell two weeks later.
Robb smirked when he saw Jon, he did though wonder what was in the big crate that was on a cart.
"You found something else! I hate to think what more you've managed to find!" He chuckled as he shook Jon's arm in greeting.
Jon smirked "Are the Bannermen coming?" He asked Robb nodded "Aye their all here, but why did you want them all here?" He asked Jon turned and looked at the cart as Tormund not so gentile pulled the crate off the cart.
"I have something to show them" He said.
Robb jumped when something in the crate seemed to screech the crate seemed to shake as what ever was in there seemed to suddenly wake up "What in the name of the Gods is that!" Asked Robb, Jon looked at him "The real enemy" He said.
That night the Great Hall of Winterfell.
Catelyn had returned with Ser Rodrik as well as her Uncle Brynden, she had wondered why the Bannermen had been summoned.
She was even more surprised that all the children had their evening meals in their rooms.
Robb told her that what Jon had to show them was not for the sight of children.
Robb stood and the Hall went silent, "My Brother says he has something to show us, the real enemy" Said Robb.
He sat and Jon stood he nodded and Tormund walked in hold the crate he then put it on the floor.
"Many here don't believe that the Night King is real, many here think that the army of the dead is just a tale told to children by their nurses to scare them in to obedience, I'm here to show you the truth" He said he then nodded at Tormund, he pulled off the led and peered in.
The Hall was silent as nothing happened, the gathered Lords looked at each other, suddenly Tormund gave the crate a great kick, kicking the crate over.
Every one gasped as the corpse rolled out and suddenly jumped up and screeched and ran towards Robb and Daenerys.
Suddenly with in a few feet the screeching creature was pulled back by a chain around its neck.
Tormund drew his normal sword and slashed at the creature that was now heading towards him he cut the creature in half.
The creature kept screeching as it's two severed half's dragged them selves across the floor.
"This is one of the Night King soldiers, it was one of the Rangers sent out with my Uncle Benjen we found these two but no sign of my Uncle Benjen, the other one I have had sent to Kings-Landing for Lord Tyrion to show the Small Council."
"This is just one of thousands, imagine an army of creatures like this, they don't eat, they don't sleep, they don't get tired only two things will prevent them from coming to kill you, the first thing is fire" He said as he picked up a severed arm, Tormund picked a torch off the wall and handed it to Jon.
Jon then touched the torch to the Wight's arm, the Wight screeched louder as it felt it's arm burn and wither, Jon dropped the arm he then looked at the stunned men "The second is Dragon Glass" Said Jon as he pulled out one of the Dragon Glass dagger's that Jon had found before he found the Dragons, he held up the Dragon Glass dagger "This can kill a Wight and a Walker, in a battle kill the Walkers and you will also kill the Wight's raised by that Walker" He said before he picked the Wight and held it up by its remaining arm it screeched at him suddenly the room went silent as the dagger was plunged into its chest the Wight went limp he then dropped the Wight on the floor.
"The dead are coming, it may not be today but they are coming, the Great War is about to start and we must be ready to fight them when they finale come to kill us all" He said.
The Hall was silent, as they looked at the now dead Wight that their nurses had told them of.
Many eyes filled with fear as they remembered the many scary stories that they had all been told as children.
Catelyn stared at the creature of story, the very idea of an army of them terrified her.
She wanted to gather her children and return to Riverrun but some how she knew that, that if the dead past the Wall no where was safe.
Done!
Short chapter, Tyrion shows the Small council and the court a Wight.
Should be up in a day or so.
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