Game of Thrones: Deadly Alliances

Chapter 20 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Jon

Jon let out a sigh of relief as he and the men who had gone with him finally returned to Castle Black. One of the Night's Watch approached him when they saw him.

"Lord Commander, you have returned, welcome back." He greeted Jon; bowing.

Jon nodded. "Yes; thank you…Well, we were successful."

The man was surprised. "You, you were?"

Jon nodded again and gestured to the many containers they had brought back with them.

"Each is full to the brim with Dragonglass, daggers, arrows, some isn't even properly formed. But there, we were lucky again." Jon explained. "In each container; are scrolls. Some are badly worn but we can make out enough to know…There are instructions on how to properly forge Dragonglass weapons."

The man grinned. "So we may yet have a chance?"

"If we start preparations at once; the caches need to go to Bowen, we need our smiths forging as many Dragonglass daggers and arrows as they can…What of the other preparations?" Jon replied before asking.

The man nodded. "Progressing, as we'd hoped; it looks like we will be ready Lord Commander."

Jon nodded, sincerely hoping that was the case. Just then he heard what sounded like raised voices and immediately was tense.

"What's going on?"

The man sighed. "Some of the Wildlings, they've approached; keep saying they have urgent business. We're trying to explain things to them, but they're not listening, they seem very insistent."

Jon groaned, this was the last thing he needed.

He didn't want this situation to escalate, for the alliance to break because of short tempers. So he immediately hurried towards the voices, hoping to calm things down before they went too far. He found that the source of the commotion were two Night's Watch members, standing guard at the entrance to Castle Black. They were arguing with two Wildlings, two Jon actually recognized, Mance Rayder and Val. As he drew closer he could hear them talking.

Mance was the first he heard. "…I must insist on speaking with him, this is a truly urgent matter."

The first watchman replied. "Be that as it may, there's only so many ways I can explain it, the Lord Commander isn't here."

"Well he is now." Jon remarked as he stepped up to them.

The two guards started and then stepped aside, bowing to Jon. Mance and Val approached him immediately.

"There you are; we must speak with you." Mance said at once.

Val nodded. "We have urgent news, for you specifically. Urgent news, from Ygritte."

Jon froze at that. "Ygritte, she's here, you've spoken to her?"

"Yes, she got here yesterday, she was…preoccupied for some hours. Then, when she finally tried to find you, she heard you had gone North of the Wall." Mance explained.

Jon nodded. "I had, where is she now?"

Val replied. "She went out looking for you, going North herself. However, you should hear what she…"

Jon didn't hear Val's words, he didn't stop to wait for Ygritte's news. She was here, North of the Wall, not that long ago, he could still find her. He immediately ran, grabbing as much equipment as he could carry, before rushing back out, North of the Wall, himself.

He stumbled through the snow, looking around frantically. He knew he was on the right track. He was following a trail of footprints that certainly weren't made by him and his men, yet the boots were of a familiar tread. It had to be Ygritte's trail. He just couldn't seem to find her. As he ran however he heard a scuffling noise up ahead; he was in the forest now.

Tensing and looked around worriedly, he drew his sword, preferring to err on the side of caution. He edged forwards and then, suddenly, from amongst the trees in front of him, a figure burst out; he raised his sword, but then stopped.

"Ygritte!"

Ygritte, for it was indeed her; stopped, eyes wide as she spotted Jon. "Jon you, you're here…"

Jon shook his head. "I had returned to the Wall and heard you were out here, I came looking for you."

Ygritte shook her head however; looking frantic. "Jon, run…we have to run!"

She began to run towards him before stumbling and falling to the ground, he rushed over to her, before stopping and looking around. He now realized what she meant, for there, approaching him, from the direction Ygritte had been running from was not one, but two White Walkers.

He immediately raised his sword, while also drawing one of the Dragonglass daggers he brought with him.

"Jon no, you can't fight them!" Ygritte cried out, trying to pull herself along the ground.

Jon shook his head. "I can, I'm not abandoning you here."

With that he stepped forwards and immediately intercepted the strike of the first White Walkers' sword. He parried and struck back, ducked under a counter attack, blocked a strike from the second one and deflected a few more blows. He swung a few blows himself, but these were all deflected. Jon however was prepared and soon he positioned himself perfectly and dodged.

he first White Walker struck the second with his sword. The momentary distraction was enough for Jon to stab the second one in the back with his dagger. The creature perished and melted as Jon drew a second dagger.

'One down, one to go.' He told himself.

The White Walker swung its sword, a powerful two handed swing, Jon ducked under it and leapt back. The White Walker raised its sword and advanced; this however lowered its guard, just as Jon hoped. He got in under its guard and stabbed it through the heart, leaving it to die like its ally. He immediately rushed to Ygritte's side.

Ygritte was paler than Jon ever remembered her, her hair was a mess, she was breathless; but no less beautiful to him.

"Jon, you…" She gasped.

He smiled at her. "It's alright. I know you have important news for me, it can wait till we get back to the Wall."

Ygritte bit her lip and actually looked awkward. "That…isn't going to be easy."

It was then he saw it and his smile falter. Ygritte was injured, there was a large tear in her breeches, over the right hip, a large spread of red; blood. Jon now understood how she had fallen. It was then he noticed something else worrying, rather than abating, the blizzard seemed to be getting worse. He heard Ygritte gasp in horror and leapt to his feet, turning around.

Approaching him was the strangest thing he had ever seen; it looked like the blizzard itself was moving, giving rough form to something, something with glowing ice blue eyes. Immediately Jon sensed the malice from it and knew; this thing was very dangerous and clearly intent on one thing, their deaths.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.