It was dark and the ground was smoking and black. It was colder than an ice dragon's breath when the army approached. Jon and Sansa were easily out numbered. Jon begged her to run, get as far away as possible. She refused instead she reached for his hand. I am not going to abandon you, not now, not ever. So it was there that they made a foolish last stand against an army.

Sansa wrag into several horses. They bucked causing several riders to fall and be stomped to death. Jon fingers never moved so fast. He instantly unsheathed Long Claw. He took out soldier after soldier. They never stopped. He would cut one man down and two more would replace them. Sansa for her part held her own with a blade, cutting down just as many men and upsetting all the animals when she wrag. The wragging proved to be too much for the red head. Jon could see her face go pale and blood running from her noise, eyes and ears. Her hand griped her stomach and she dropped to her knees.

It was no use, the Bolton's captured her and Jon anyway. They pulled Long Claw from Jon's hands. It took four men to hold him down. Blades pressed to his neck and Sansa could see the blood trickle down his throat. He still fought with everything he had to get loose.

The soldiers threw her to the ground hard on her stomach. They tied a robe tightly around her neck. It cut deep into her tender flesh. It was so tight she almost blacked out. The soldiers slapped her hard to keep her awake. They were breathing over her. She looked over to Jon fighting in vain to stop them. They wanted him to watch. They enjoined every moment of making her suffer.

They would not get the chance to have their way with her. When her dresses was stripped off. The men saw she was with child. They knew it had to be the Ramsey's. She had not been gone long enough to be so far along with anther mans baby.

The stress was causing Sansa to have contractions and bleed heavily.

"The baby is coming," A solider yelled as Roose Bolton approached. Sansa lay bloody on the ground, screams of anguishslipping form her mouth.

"Saves us the time of having to cut the thing out, let her have it." Roose said getting on his horse. If it's a boy bring it to me.

"If it's a girl, my lord," a solider asked.

"Kill it, its of no use to me then."

"Yes my lord." The men said in unison.

Sansa lay in pain, crying hot tears. It was too early for the baby, and it was coming faster than any of her mother's children ever had. Her face turned as white as ghost's fur. She was sweating. It did not take long for the tiny baby to come.

"It's a girl," one solider yelled, another yelled, "kill it." They all looked at each other, waiting for the other to kill the baby. Roose dismounted and walked over pulling a knife from his belt ready to slit the baby's throat. He looked at the baby. It looked nothing like Ramsey. The child was small and with fair skin. It had fiery red hair and looked like a Tully. Roose couldn't see any Bolton in the child.

"Please don't kill her." Sansa cried out, tears streaming down cheek.

"This isn't my bastards is it? You whore." He bent down and slapped Sansa hard on the face. Then spit on her. "Is this the Imps spawn...is it...or someone's eles."His eyes trailed to the man strugging with all his strenght.

Roose stood watching Ned's bastard fighting with everything he had. It was no use Roose had an army. Yet this man...this bastered still fought.

"Have the bastard kill the baby and the whore. We will see how much fight the Stark bastard has in him then."

"No,"Jon screamed fighting with everything he had.

The Five soilders picked him up each having a limb while one controlled his head. A cold blade pointed to his neck. If he could have moved his head he would have slit his own throat. Frozen tears where streaming down his cheeks. They forced him to look into Sansa's was already almost comletly lifeless already losing so much blood from the brith. Her bright blue eyes clouded. The baby screams made Jon's blood run cold, and then there was nothing but silence.

"Noooo." Jon awoke in a burning sweat, even thought the air was freezing cold around him. He shot up from the rumpled bedding looking around. He was alone, he ran his hand through his thick black hair. Sweat still dripping down his brow, he wiped it aside with his sleeve. He sat for a moment trying to catch his breath. It had been so real. All of it, tears started to form at the corners of his eyes. He looked around relived to see the blanket of white snow all around him.

"Jon," Sansa yelled alarmed. "Another bad dream?" She flopped down next to him. Instinctively wrapping her arms around him and pulling him in close. His hand promptly when to the small bump on her stomach.

"This one was not like the others." He shook his head. "You should not have come, you need to go back now. I fear if you don't it will..."He trailed of, trying to hold back his tears. Sansa whipped his cheek gently.

"It was just a dream, Jon."

"It wasn't just a dream Sansa." Jon let out a heavy breath. "It felt like a warning or something. It was too real. You... and the baby died," he said in barely a whisper. "The Boltons came and there was just too many, I couldn't protect you. I couldn't save you."

"Jon I will not leave your side. Not now...not ever, do you understand." The words terrified Jon, even though they were meant as a comfort.

"You have to leave me, you will die if you stay."

"It was a dream Jon. First off, Jon we are not going to be stupid enough to fight an army just the two of us. We can hide and sneak away. It will be okay, I promise." Sansa wrapped her arms around him protectively and pulled him close. She surprised herself when she kissed his head. She felt hot tears on her chest.

"I just can't bear to lose you and the baby." Jon clung to her. "I was alone for so long, I died alone. I just cant… I lost my whole family." Sansa cut him off with tight hug and shushed him, holding him tighter than she had ever held anyone.

"If you think the Bolton's are coming we will have an army. I promise, I will think of something."

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"What is that thing." Shireen stood with wide eyes.

"My horse." Rickon smiled then strolled over to the great beast." Shireen rolled her eyes and Rickon smiled. "Okay, it's a unicorn." Rickon said matter of factually, Osha had told him as much.

"Aren't unicorns supposed to be white." Shireen said trying to remember where she read about the beast. In her life she read thousands of stories about Knights and dragons, but very little was written about the horned beast. They were supposed to be beautiful and have whitish silver hair like Targaryens. This thing was far from the stories.

Rickon shrugged then petted the side of the beast. It was 6 feet tall with long thick, coarse, coal colored fur. One giant jagged horn on top of it's head, that jetted out more than a foot. It looked like a jagged spike of dragon glass had been stabbed into it's skull.

"Get on." Rickon said tapping the beast on the side so it would bend down. He threw one leg up then pulled himself on. "Come on, I promise it won't hurt you." He reached out a hand and she took it. With one swift pull she was up and holding onto Rickon for her life. He laughed, and she punched him in the shoulder.

"Where are we going?"

"To find my brother."