This is just something i came up with for releasing some stress, I only watched the GOT's TV show but I plan on reading the ASOIAF books too once I'm done with university. Now I don't feel like writing new chapters for any of my stories so, yeah, this is just something I wanted to write.
It takes One Step
The raven flied over the snowy land, it was currently night so it was mostly hidden to the human eye, the only thing that helped in locating it were its blue shining eyes.
Silently the flying beast descended toward the ground, its eyes fixed on its Master. Said Master didn't react as the raven landed on his left shoulder. The raven observed the many other beast returning to their Master's side, their blue eyes shining in the night. He called for all of them, it was strange, it was the first time the Master did so. Normally they would be free to roam all over the snowy land even if only the ravens and other flying creatures were allowed to cross the great wall.
Their Master sat in the same place as always, completely surrounded by snow, behind him an endless ocean of other bipedal creatures much like Master was. They never moved; Master didn't allow them too.
The last time the Master allowed them to move was when they killed the Lord of Ravens and Dreams and finished off the last few moving trees. After that they retired back into the deep north and never marched again.
Their Master often used the raven's kind to go beyond the great wall, he wished to know what was happening there. There were many bipedal creatures beyond the great wall, the raven saw them, it wanted to hunt them, attack them and kill them; but Master never allowed it to do so.
…
The white haired boy continued to seat on the snow as more and more of its creatures returned to him. His internal emotions must have called for them 'you are you, but we are one with you' the countless voices in his head said simultaneously; the deep blue eyes of the boy flicked toward the creatures who constantly stood behind him waiting, they were pale as the snow, more than skeletons but yet not like living men.
The lieutenants, his lieutenants, each of them a cold strategist and even more deadly warrior, much more than the reanimated bodies they commanded. They were created to be just that, weapons of ultimate destruction, embodiment of death itself.
'We await orders, let us march' that was their constant request since he became their Master, he couldn't blame them, that was what they were made for, they had no other purpose in existence.
It was ironic that he spoke of them like he was different, truly he wasn't, the only reason for his inaction was the memories he still cherished in his head.
Memories of a cold majestic castle covered in snow, the caress of a father, the hug of a brother, the smile of a sister. These were the only reasons that stopped him from unleashing the full wrath of the north upon the land beyond the Wall.
He was just a young child when the great fire happened, he helped his siblings escape but was trapped inside the building, to this day he didn't know how he survived that, but he did. From there everything changed; his once dark brown hair turned as white as Winterfell's snow, his steel grey eyes became deep purple. His father took him away the same night he woke up after the fire.
He brought him to his uncle, Benjen of the Night Watch; from there his uncle brought him beyond the wall, he didn't understand why his father did this, the only thing he knew was that it all was for his own safety according to his father.
For some months he learned how to live in that land, the true north they called it, but he was still a child and children grow very frustrated very quickly when they do not understand things. So, one night, he ran away from his uncle with what little he could bring with him.
He continued to head north, not like he knew what was there, he only knew he wanted to get away as much as possible from his father and uncle. And so he continued to head north; the more he advanced the more it was difficult to find food and any form of shelter from the cold. He knew he couldn't come back now; he lacked the force to do so, the only thing remaining was the hope of finding something up there.
And he found something indeed, just something he didn't expect; he found a sea, but not of water or grass like the one he heard was in Essos; the sea he found was composed by dead bodies, dead bodies that moved, almost like waves.
He was nearly out of any kind of will and energy when he reached the sea. There he was greeted by white figures, more than corpses but less than living humans, they took him and brought him inside the sea of death. There he met it, the one who directed and controlled the sea. Similar to the white ones, yet unique in its own way.
'A more powerful host… to break the seal… someone bringing in its blood the magic of dragons and trees… fulfil our purpose… bring an end to the blinding light… you are the host… you are the Night King' those were the words the being spoke before placing its gelid hand on the boy's chest. The boy felt like his whole body was on fire, but the fire wasn't hot, it was cold, the coldest thing he ever felt on his skin, the being before him exploded in a myriad of withe crystals as the young boy lost consciousness.
That day the boy died and the King was born.
His mind came back to reality as soon as one of his ravens landed on his left shoulder.
The memories from there flowed quickly in his mind, how he broke the seal and unleashed the sea of death on the north; after becoming the new King he was able to see the memories of his predecessor. He knew exactly what to do next.
His assault was as quick as unexpected from the creatures known as Children of the Forest, he made sure he butchered any last one of them, for that was their purpose. The Lord of Ravens has been an unwanted casualty in the massacre that took place. He didn't need to die since he was nor Children nor man; not that the King felt any guilt over his demise, he was beyond such pitiful emotions such as guilt.
From there the sea wanted to spread further south to complete its purpose but he forced it to return north. It was true that after his death he lost any lesser emotion but a sense of longing for his former family was still there. He could not bring himself to give the order that would ultimately bring their inevitable demise; so he returned north and waited. The sea waited for millennia; it could surely wait one hundred years more.
From that moment he began to send his ravens south, monitoring what happened, he saw through his ravens' eyes his father growing older and his siblings becoming young men and women.
When a pair of years back he saw his father being brought down and then decapitated before the whole realm the little human part inside him screamed in pain and rage. His body was unable to cry but in the instant his father's head fell on the ground he felt something inside him shatter. The following months it has been harder to control the need to simply march down and devastate everything.
He saw his brother wage war; he was quickly betrayed by the one he trusted most and as a result his younger brothers were burned.
He felt a fist clench at the sight of the two hanging bodies 'let us march, let us fulfil our purpose' as he received that request he was tempted to simply say yes and be done with it. But he remained firm and used all his remaining will to stop himself from signing his last siblings' death sentence with his own hands.
And so he waited and then it happened, his brother and his unborn child were butchered, his allies stabbed him in the back and cut off his head, they had fun with his headless corpse before leaving it to rot in the river.
Now all that remained of his family were two girls. The first, he had no idea of her location or if she was still alive. The second was a plaything for the king, he enjoyed breaking her in everyway he could, soon nothing would be left of her but the shadow of what she once was.
And it was in the moment he saw his brother's rotting corpse that he knew the time has finally come.
His predecessor did a good job in amassing forces for the massacre to come, he himself had no idea if there were more living men on Westeros or corpses in his army.
Anyway, there was only one thing left for him to do. He slowly used his hands to stand up from the snow, it has been almost ten years since he last moved, not that he felt any different from before, his body was still the one of the 8 namedays boy who reached those lands a decade before.
He looked around only to see shining blue eyes staring at him from everywhere, he looked up at the dark sky, the sun never reached those lands.
They will crush the primitives who lived in these lands, adding them to their numbers, they will easily breach the wall now that every form of magic is gone, then the south would lay bare before them. The march shall not know end until they reached the southernest part of Dorne. They will bring an eternal night upon Westeros.
'Let us march, let us fulfil our purpose' the white ones asked once more, the King's gaze turned from the sky to the lands in front of him, he looked down at his feet.
'Kill and destroy… until nothing and none are left…' was the answer he gave before forever changing the fate of Westeros by simply taking a step forward.
A.N.
Yeah, pretty nefarious, that is mostly my mood these days. Well enough of my problems, hope you enjoyed the little alternative take on the GOT's undead army.
Hope to see you soon and stay safe!