Dragons and Thrones: Rising Tensions – Breaking of Bonds

Chapter 54 of my crossover story, enjoy.

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Jon

Jon bit his lip as he stood, waiting. Following their rescue from those creatures by his fellow Night's Watch members and the Wildlings, strangely working together, he and Ygritte had been brought back to the Wall.

They found themselves separated at that point, Ygritte being taken to Mance Rayder, Jon meanwhile found himself being taken to see Lord Commander Mormont. Despite his efforts to contain himself, he couldn't help but look over his shoulder as he was led away.

To his surprise, Ygritte had done the same, their eyes meeting briefly before they forced themselves to focus on where they were going.

'I shouldn't be, I shouldn't think...' He thought to himself.

He was supposed to a member of the Night's Watch; he wasn't supposed to be thinking such thoughts, he had his oaths, both to the Night's Watch and to himself. Yet he had betrayed them, more than once.

That wasn't all, he was still surprised by the presence of the Wildlings too, here at the Wall. He had missed a lot it seemed and he needed to find these answers. But he knew he was in a precarious situation.

Bowing his head, he tried to think, there had to be some way, he wasn't sure however, just what Lord Commander Mormont wanted from him now.

It was then the door opened and Maester Aemon stepped out.

"Maester?"

The old man turned to Jon, who was shocked to see the sorrow consuming the venerable Maester.

"Ah, Jon, I am glad you have returned safely...Are you well, no...feelings of illness?" He suddenly asked.

Confused Jon replied. "No...Why?"

Aemon shook his head. "It is for Lord Commander Mormont to tell you...You should go in at once."

With that he left; Jon had a nasty feeling things weren't what they seemed. He entered the office, Jeor Mormont was waiting for him, seated behind his desk. Jon stepped upwards and waited; Jeor looked up from the papers on his desk at Jon.

He sighed and straightened up. "Jon, I almost didn't believe it when I heard you had returned. Although the circumstances."

Jon nodded. "I; yes, Lord Commander, what is going on, what has happened here?"

"You've missed a lot; we're still facing our usual difficulties; but now these monsters, you've no doubt seen them by now." Mormont explained; Jon nodded and he continued. "As a result, seeing our desperate situation matching their own, the Wildlings agreed to an alliance with us."

Jon wasn't sure where to go with this; until Mormont suddenly spoke again.

"Jon, this Wildling woman you were with, I need to know the truth."

Jon sighed but then revealed. "I...We have, had carnal knowledge of each other; but..."

Jeor listened intently as Jon did his best to explain everything that happened to him after he left with Halfhand. By the time he finished, Mormont was serious and Jon wasn't sure what to expect.

Finally he sighed and looked up at Jon, his eyes narrowed.

"Jon, if things weren't so drastic, you would face serious trouble for this...For violating your oath." He said darkly. "But I must warn you, this...fraternization must go no further."

Jon nodded; swallowing nervously. "I, I understand. Lord Commander, what about those creatures, what are they?"

Mormont sighed heavily. "We faced them after we took care of the traitors in Craster's Keep, shortly before our official alliance with the Wildlings. We rescued those held captive there and returned to the Wall, where those beasts attacked."

"Is, is Sam and…?" Jon asked hesitantly.

Mormont was quiet for a moment, before replying. "Alive, he's alive. Those beasts are dangerous, even if you haven't been attacked by them, they seem to spread some sort of, dark pestilence. Many of our own and the Wildlings are already afflicted. Worse, there's nothing Maester Aemon can do; death is inevitable for any afflicted."

Jon froze, shocked and horrified by this; however, he felt there was worse to come. Now he understood why Aemon had asked him about his own health.

"Jon, I said Tarly was alive; he is and he is well. But, you're other friends; I'm afraid..." Mormont began to reveal.

Jon barely heard him after that; his fears had come true.


Later that night, he found himself standing watching in disbelief; in the beds before him Grenn and Pyp were both lying, senseless to the world as they battled the strange pestilence afflicting them.

'How could this have happened; what are those...monsters, how could they do this?' He thought in dismay. 'Now, even those that were able to survive being attacked by those monsters, might still die anyway.'

He was so lost in his thoughts, he almost missed it. It was only when he saw Maester Aemon covering the body that realized Grenn had just lost his battle. He was so lost and dismayed by the sudden death of his friend that he found himself walking out.

He walked, numb and detached; he didn't even react when Sam called his name. He left Castle Black, he didn't stop until he was within the forest within the Gift. Once there he simply collapsed, sitting by one of the trees, lost and uncertain.

He heard footsteps, but didn't look up, not until he heard the person's voice.

"Jon..."

He looked up in surprise. "Ygritte."

She walked up and sat by him, suddenly embracing him. "I am sorry, about your friend; I just heard..."

"How many people will we lose like this; those monster are still out there..." He said sadly.

"I know, Jon, I know..." She said. "But we cannot let this beat us, we must find a way, there must be one."

Jon smiled and returned her embrace, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't deny it any longer. He truly did care for Ygritte.

'Please Gods, don't let this, affliction, take Ygritte...' He thought desperately.

He also prayed fervently for some way to save those already afflicted, like Pyp, before it was too late.


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

Well, here we are, the last Jon chapter and things are decidedly grim at the Wall; with many afflicted by the Blight, the terrible plague spread by the Darkspawn; with no hope for recovery in sight.