"Bronn, please don't tell Sam." Charley pleaded, as she followed the man to the courts.

"It's not my business."

"If I knew he…I wouldn't had let it happen. I would have punched him in the face, or worse. Why do men think they can just grab a woman and have it their way? I thought he was different. If I survive I will kill him, if he does too survive. Sam mustn't know, she would kill the both of us. It was just a kiss…well more than that. What I am saying?"

Before Charley could ramble on, Bronn paused and turned around, putting a hand on her shoulder, making her look at him. "Charley can you just shut up for a minute? There are more serious things at hand, if you didn't realize we're at war. And what happened, it is between you and Allen, Sam is a whore and she had slept with most of the men, but does she feel guilty?"

"But…that's her job and…"

"Charley, just drop it. Clear your mind of it and bloody concentrate on fighting."

Charley nodded and watched as the man turned back around and walked away. She knew he was right, but she couldn't help feel responsible and guilty, her mind full of curious wonder of what Sam would do if she ever found out. She may be a whore and slept with most of the men, but it was her job, like it was Charley's job to kill; the deal was to not to feel any emotion for anyone. Had they broken their own deal?

"Remember, wait till the shit…" Tyrion told Bronn, as Charley finally caught up.

"The ships are in bay."

"They must be far enough in so they won't be…"

"I know what "in" means". Bronn stated cutting Tyrion off, he gestured his head to the axe that he held. "Do you know how to use that?"

"I chopped wood once. No, I watched my brother chopping wood."

"I saw you kill a man with a shield. You'll be unstoppable with an axe. Don't get killed."

"Nor you, my friend."

"Oh, are we friends now?"

"Of course we are." Tyrion replied. "Just because I pay for your services doesn't diminish our friendship."

"Enhances it, really."

"Oh, enhances. Fancy word for a sellsword."

"Been spending time with fancy folk."

Charley gave a cut nod towards the Imp and Pod who was standing by, before following Bronn out the court, where they passed Lady Sansa and her handmaiden Shae. She smiled towards them both, but was stopped as Lady Sansa called her.

"Must you go to fight? As you're a woman surely you would accompany me to Maegor's holdfast?"

"I am no highborn My Lady. I don't think I would be as welcomed as your presence would be." Charley replied softy, holding Sansa's hands and noticed how pale she was in the fire's light. "I hope you be safe, and if anyone hassles you, you know where to send them. I will show them the consequences of…"

"Charley." Bronn called, cutting her off, she looked to her right and saw the man standing impatiently by the doors.

"Sorry I must go, young one."

"I pray for your safe return, Charley."

"Thank you, My Lady, but I think you should pray for the enemy and their tormented souls when I'm finished with them." Charley explained with a smile, before running out of the court, however she heard Joffery calling Sansa over to him as if she was a dog. "Why can't we give Stannis what he wants? The boy king isn't fit to rule."

"Charley!" She heard a voice calling her name through the crowd, as they entered the town.

She turned around just before a light body collided into her and a pair of arms wrapped around her neck, while lips pressed upon hers. It took a few seconds to realize who it was. She could smell the sweet scent of roses as it clung into her nostrils. Sam! However guilt wriggled to the surface as she remembered the surprise attack from Allen just moments ago.

"Sam…what you doing here?" Charley asked as Sam broke away.

"Came to see you off. It is a traditional thing for women to see men off."

"Well I am no man, though at these times I wish I was. Sam, it isn't safe here now, you got to get out of here."

"I am not leaving…"

"If we lose, these men will run around this city and rape all the women and kill who stands in their way. If I cannot save everyone, I am making sure at least I save you. Run to the King's road and wait in the forest, hide so no one can see you and wait until I come for you, to hopefully tell you we have won. Take a few whores with you so you won't be alone, just in case if the circumstances turn to worse, they should be who you class as friends."

"Finished? Fine I do what you ask, if you do the same." Sam told Charley, she pressed her lips upon Charley's again before leaning back. "Don't get yourself killed."

"She promises." Bronn stated, before grabbing Charley's arm and leaving Sam to stand alone among the chaos.

"You're jealous, because I am popular with the girls." Charley stated, as she brought her arm back from Bronn's harsh grip. However the man didn't reply, he just handed her a bow and a leather quiver, which was full of arrows. "What I am meant to do with these?"

"Aim and shoot, preferably at Stannis and his men."

"Why aren't I on the battlefield, where all the action is happening? I'm much stronger with sword in my hand, not a bow that is T's expertise."

"Well if you haven't notice, your brother isn't here, so you will have to do. And it is safer on the wall than the field, and as you stated you are popular with the girls, so we will try not to lose you." Bronn replied to Charley's question, his words held a tone of sarcasm. "It is an order Charley, now go."

Rolling her eyes, Charley turned around and headed to the Red Keep where all the man were stationed. She studied the foreign weapon with interest, she hadn't fought with a bow and arrow before, she only hunted with such weapon, was it much different between them?

Chaos. That's a word that Charley would use to describe what she was witnessing, men ran around with panic visible in their eyes, pushing wagons full of stone to get them to men who were stationed on the wall, so they could be throw down at Stannis' men when they get near the wall. The air was tensed and Charley could hear many men shouting orders, she knew she should be used to a battle, or a war, but it never got easier, if any man told you so then they would be lying, she thought to herself, as she ran to the wall to get into her position. Nothing was ever the same, not the killing, not the fighting, not the losing, not even the wining, yet what is the cost of being victorious? Many fight to die, it didn't matter how strong they were, or how they defended themselves, it seemed being quick and feeling no fear of dying made you a winner.

In this world, you learn quick enough to defend your precious life and don't be afraid of death, as your truly live once. Yet it seemed everyone feared the unknown. May that be the Gods that they prayed too, or the void that was after life, everyone wants to believe there is something after this life, perhaps there is another land, somewhere precious, where you are free and reunite with those you who love you, or maybe you are left alone with silence for all eternity? Who knew? Only those who were underground and their bodies rotting, leaving behind their belongings, either small or big, not all equaled the same, but none mattered compared to their absence.

Charley stood back as men ran passed her to get to their stations from both directions, she sensed their fear, as well as Shadow, it didn't matter how much you try to hide it, fear overpowered us all, Charley thought, as another lot of men ran past her. She watched as Tyrion walked towards her, with Pod and other men; all dressed in armor and wore the colors of Lannisters. Who ever thought she would be standing side by side by the men who killed the people she grew to love? Ten years could change a person, she admitted to herself, but whatever happened to justice?

"I see you're stationed with the archers." Tyrion stated, as he stopped before Charley, she looked at him and saw fear within his eyes, who was it hers that she could see being reflected in his?

"I had no choice…"

"Don't blame me, it was Bronn's idea to keep you here, away from…"

"There is no such thing as a safe place when there is a battle." Charley told Tyrion cutting him off, she longed to stand by the men and classed as one of them. Deep down she knew she would never be like them; she didn't wear their colour which they wore with pride, she didn't believe in a lot of their things, but clear enough she wasn't a man. She fought with weapons made by men. She told words which she heard from men. She copied actions in which she witnessed by men. It seemed women had only simple duties in life, to marry, keep their men happy and to breed; nothing what she wanted to do. But who would stand by her side and to proclaim that it was ok to be how she was, that she didn't need to be what other women were? Charley raised her gaze and stared at the men that accompanied Tyrion. "You have good men with you, I hope they be great service to you and the King."

"As I know you will be." Tyrion stated with a ghost smile, before adding lightly: "Remember men in red are allies, others are foes, just in case you get confused."

"Don't want Stannis thinking he has someone within, eh? Although it is very hard for me to refuse that opportunity, I will not kill Lannister men." Charley said with a smile.

"Don't die, Charley that is what I'm asking for."

"You're not the first person to say that tonight." Charley told the Imp, although it took her by surprise. She smiled again, and watched him leave, she watched as the men followed, Pod closely by the Imp's side, but she couldn't help but noticed his eyes kept glancing upon her.

Returning her gaze upon the wall, she could hear the bells still ringing, telling the people of the city to run and hide to safety and all the men that wore armor, and knew how to fight to defend their King. She stood by an empty space between two men, placing her quiver down by her side. She became conscious of being surrounded by a large amount of men, she felt their curious gazes, but hearing distant drums beating from coming which travelled with the choppy waters, everyone's attention was on the ocean, their heart's not going steady as the drums.

Down below, men were shouting, but Shadow's spine chilling howl cut through. It seemed time paused, as Shadow howled, telling the men that war was here. Charley saw her hairs on her arms raise, and goose bumps formed, she knew it would have the same effect on the others, as well as making them more frightened. She hoped Joffery wouldn't come find the source of the noise, she wouldn't want to step in Shadow's way, he wouldn't hurt her on purpose, but he is still wild and all things that he inherited and learned are hard to take away.

Looking down, Charley gave Shadow a ghost smile, as he licked her fingers, as if to comfort her and to say that he was by her side. She scratched behind his ear thankful for his company. Yet their moment was cut short when she heard the order of archers get to their marks, and slowly the order to stand to.

"This is it, boy." Charley whispered to Shadow. "All what we have done has come to this, perhaps to an end, or maybe an end of a chapter. Let's kick butt!" She bent low and offered her left hand for Shadow to place his paw, in which he did, she had loved teaching him so many ticks, but in situations like the one they were entering in, she knew he had his own tricks.

Standing up straight, she looked up to the moon and let out a heavy sigh, as her mind flickered to T, she had been worried about him, concerned of his welfare, slowly falling sleep and waking up to the thought of wondering where he was and how well he was. The circumstance he put himself in was still unclear and it looked it will never see the light of day to reveal the truth, but what if she was handed the truth, what would she do, if her brother was found to be guilty? Could she protect him from the law, in which she worked for, or could she watch him face death? She knew she couldn't do neither of them, she loved him truly like a sibling, but she couldn't change the law just for him, or fight the men that took them a while to adjust to her presence. Neither could she watch her brother face death and face eternity, was the only option to run away to face the unknown again and travel the road of broken promises and wonder of what ifs?

A massive green flash of light filled the stormy sky, bringing Charley out from her thoughts, as the Wildfire made its entrance with a big bang. As it died out, the sky was filled with agony screams of men, as they were torched alive, while the luckier ones died quicker. Well that proved Bronn wrong, Charley thought as she miserably watched. She couldn't help but feel sorry for the men, she knew she shouldn't, yet she was only human and the men were now with Gods, if they believed in magical matters.

The Wildfire was truly a powerful weapon, one shot of a fire arrow and many ships were blown into pieces. Many men dived into the water, or were pushed by the force of the explosion. Yells of agony was carried across by the waters, making Charley look away, she couldn't believe what she had witnessed. Why had war become answer to many things? Why can't people sit down and talk about things over a cup of wine and food, there be less death for certain, just more shouting and boasting. It was not a good way to die, Charley observed as she made herself look at the chaotic scene that held before her, fewer men to rape the women and to kill, so the men in red could fuck their own. The Dornish have it the best way, I guess, fight and fuck. Something so simple and satisfying, also everyone is treated better; bastard or heir, none cared.

She drew an arrow from her quiver and lit it with fire and waited for the order to rain fire on the men that dared to fight with Lannisters and herself. A voice in the back of mind was asking her what she was doing, why was she helping men that murdered her second family and caused her to be out casted from the world. But not all were like those who carried out the order, right? Charley asked herself, Allen and few of the men showed her that, they would stand by her side if need be, like earlier. But could she trust them? They had orders and families to look after, if need be they may backstab her. On the other hand, Allen may force her into something she didn't want to do, he was handsome as his name implies and noble, but she loved Sam; truly loved her.

"Loose!" The order finally came, which the archers including Charley drew back the string on their bows; aimed and watched as their arrows flew across the sky and down onto the men that freshly landed to welcomed by running Lannister's men with hell burning in their body and hunger in their eyes, while power of death in their swords. Death looked down upon them, waiting patiently for his part of the deal he made with life, greed in his eyes, while his stomach rumbled with hunger, as he could taste the human flesh turn cold, while savoring their souls in his mouth, filling the empty hole that won't ever be satisfied.

War had finally begun. Charley felt her heart thudding in its cage, as she drew, aimed and let loose the arrows, hoping they hit their target. She saw Stannis's men were heaving up ladders on the wall, Lannisters on the ground with swords in hand and drawing blood from their enemies, she wished she was down there getting in the action, she knew it was dangerous, but she loved being in the middle of something major like this and feeling mighty and killing. They may be humans, but they were truly like wild animals; ripping each other apart and fighting to be top of the pack.

"Where is the king? Why isn't he with us?" One man asked, making Charley pause, she stood back and turned her head to the right where Joffery was standing with his King Guards, but she noticed only two of his guards and no boy king.

"Who are fighting for?" Another man asked.

"Who leads us?" A third man asked.

The boy was the age of thirteen, could they possibly ask him to lead an army of men double his age and older, who was experienced in most departments, blood imprinted upon their hands of innocent and the guilty, who had hearts of stone? Only the brave could step the mark, the smart and the lucky ones stay alive, she knew she wouldn't be able to do it, not even at the age of thirteen, although she had killed many times at that age, but war was massive and scarier than killing a man or two.

She let out a groan as she flew back into the stone wall behind her. She slid to sit on the floor, and lowered her eyes in disbelief, and turned he head to the right, before her eyes landed to her shoulder to see an arrow sticking out. She gritted her teeth as she pulled the arrow out, "The fucking bastards." She stated harshly, before rushing to her feet again. She took hold of her bow and steadied the arrow on the string of the bow, before dragging it towards her cheek, but she stopped as the shot had restricted her movement. Shit! She had two options. One was to let the attack weaken her shot and make the probability greater of missing the targets, or to ignore the pain and make that probability less, though it meant that her shoulder be in great pain and damaged.

Lifting her bow and arrow again, Charley held her bow steady, while she drew the string to her cheek, she gritted her teeth in pain, but she ignored it and concentrated on the men below on the ground. As she released the arrow, she felt a throbbing pain rush through her body making her lower her bow and lowered back onto the ground to see the damage that the arrow had done.

"I'll lead the attack" Tyrion's words floated on top of the men, making Charley pause on what she was doing and looked to Shadow thinking if Tyrion could lead the attack, than surely she could enter the battlefield. But Shadow stared at her right shoulder, reminding her she had been hit. She had suffered worse things than an arrow, men were dying on the ground; being cut into halves, their guts laid around them, brains smashed in, and, well Charley knew the rest, she had seen it before; it truly never gets easier. "They say I'm half a man. But what does that make the lot of you?"

"The only way out is through the gates, and they're at the gates." A man stated.

"There's another way out. I'm going to show you. We'll come out behind them and fuck them in their asses." Tyrion added to his speech, which made the men laugh. "Don't fight for your king and don't for his kingdoms. Don't fight for honor. Don't fight for glory. Don't for riches, because you won't get any. This is your city Stannis means to sack. That's your gate he's ramming. If he gets in, it will be your houses he burns, your gold he steals, your women he will rape." Charley could hear Stannis' men ramping the gate, trying to break in, as Tyrion spoke. "Those are brave men knocking at our door. Let's go kill them."

The men cheered, before following the Imp to another way to getting to the battleground. Charley licked her lips, before standing up. She picked up her last arrow and aimed it at the Stannis men below who were at the gate, ignoring the throbbing pain in her shoulder. She then threw her bow on the floor and ran away from the wall, ignoring the man in charge of the archers, she pushed her way through the men, ignoring their comments; Shadow followed close behind.

A hand landed on her shoulder, making her stop pushing her way through, she looked up and saw it was Allen, it seemed he was embarrassed by his actions earlier, but confusion overpowered him. "What do you think you're doing, Charley? Your position is with the archers."

"Who says? I am part of the City Watch, and my position is with them and on the battlefield, not on a wall watching death claim his victims, with no arrows to attack."

She felt Allen's hand release her shoulder, he knew there was no point in arguing with her. "Your funeral."

"Well don't let me die in vain, friend."

On the battleground, bodies laid upon the shore with arrows sticking out of them, river of blood flowing out of the turning cold bodies and imprinting the sand. Metal clashed against metal, the ring echoed above them, making a black smith proud of his work. Yells of agony wasn't less on the ground, some men were still fighting although they were alight, brave men, but none be sung in songs, their names won't be mentioned in stories. Those were of legends, myths, knights and Kings.

Charley brought her sword back from a man's chest, it seemed the voyage didn't weaken the men. She turned around to enter another battle, but she quickly ended the man's life. She paused as the ground rumbled, she turned her head and saw a large gathering of men heading towards them, and she saw the banner that they carried, but she was unsure if they brought good news.

Stannis was losing it was clear to see, but the men kept on fighting on. Charley was brought back to the battlefield as she heard an angry cry nearby, she turned her head, while lifting her sword just in time to block the man's blow. He was strong, rugged and desperate, yet Charley was smart, quick and gave the same blows back to the man. He kept on fighting, Charley noticed his blow was getting stronger with every hit; the attack of the arrow had made her blows weaker, but she didn't show her fear.

A gasp left her mouth as she fell upon the ground heavily, yet she continued to block the man's blows as she backed away from the dead corpse that she tripped over. However, the man easily kicked the sword of her hand making her crawl backwards quicker away from him, as he held his sword tighter, his eyes conveying his hunger for her blood. A smile played upon his face, seeing her fear portrayed upon her face.

She tried to get the dagger from her belt, but the man held his sword highly above her to swing his at her, but she kicked him in the balls, making him double over, she then kicked him the chest, however he grabbed her leg and dragged her towards him. With her other foot, she kicked his sword of his hand and tried to fight back, but the man was much stronger than her, he wrestled her to stay still on the ground, he sat upon her. She threw her fists towards his face, a few met their target, but he gave her a beating too; both desperate to get out of death's grip.

She let out agonizing yell as a piercing pain shot through her body, she looked down and the man had struck her with a dagger, he pushed it further and twisted it, she tried to stifle her moans of pain, but she was in agony! A smile she saw on the man's face; enjoying to see her in pain.

Yet she weren't about to give up, she punched, clawed and dug her fingers in his eyes. "Two can play at this game; prick." She stated harshly, however she was cut short as the man grabbed her right wrist and swiftly twisted it to the side, she heard herself scream out in pain as she heard her bones in her wrists break. He then held it against the ground beside her head, pushing her left hand away, knowing she her left hand was weaker.

"I'll meet you in hell, bitch." He stated, after stabbing his dagger in her body again, making her yell out in agony.

"Don't sit on my throne, you wanker." She stated harshly, trying to punch him in the face. The man's smile widen knowing she was weakening, but it quickly dropped as a dark blur flew across the air and landed on top of him, making him get off Charley. She turned her head to the left and a weak smile appeared on her face as she saw Shadow locking his jaw on the man's neck, before biting it and ripping his tongue out.

"Charley!" Heard a familiar voice call her name, it held worry, making her look up. Confusion was washed away as she met her brother's eyes, as he dropped to his knees, while throwing his sword to the ground and lifted her up, so she was leaning in his arms.

"You finally showed up then." She stated lightly with a smile. "I am sorry, brother."

"It is me who should be sorry, sister. I was wrong to act upon my anger and inflicted the pain upon you." T said, his voice caught in his throat as his eyes landed on her wounds.

"I'm fine, T. They soon heal." However she was cut short as pain shot through her body again, she became aware that she was squeezing her brother's hand, telling him that she weren't ok. She lowered her eyes and noticed Shadow was licking her fingers, worry expressed in his massive eyes. He lowered his head and rubbed it against his master's head, wishing he could mend her, but all he do was to comfort her. "We have won. Yet we have too lost men. War wasn't ever fair, only death wins in these kind of games. T can you do me favor? Look after Sam for me…"

"Stop Charley, I won't let you die. We have faced worse than this, you will soon be mended." A shadow fell on the siblings, making them raise their gaze and saw it was Bronn, he only stared at Charley and her wounds. "She won't die will she?" T asked, Charley realized how young he sounded, reminding her when she was eight and he was just eleven. She became aware that one of T's hands were placed over her stomach, where the man had stabbed her, his hand drenched in thick blood.

She tried to lean forward, but pain paralyzed her, and T's hold on her tightened, showing he was scared of losing her. She looked up and gave him a weak smile. "We all must die, brother, it is a path we must walk; hoping there is something at the other end, feeling a guided hand pulling us towards the light and out of the darkness. But I will always be there for you, as I always have done."

She felt her eyes growing heavy as she spoke, the voices that surrounded her grew distant, and the faces that belonged to the men became burry. Was this how she would die, to fight for her enemies and go against what she ever believed in? She had face death many times before, he had become like an old friend, she still had her dagger, she could fight him off, but she was growing weaker with every second that passed and she felt Death growing stronger as he stood over her; his face hidden by a hood so his eyes were hidden, so human's couldn't see what they were truly facing after their course of life. The last thing she could hear was Shadow's wining and his mournful howls, her body grew limp in her brother's arms as he held her tight and buried his head in her shirt, while Bronn and Allen stood their head lowered. Her flicking thoughts were on Sam, glad she hadn't witnessed her defeat, but wishing she will be ok without her. The battle was won, but death had claimed his victims for now.