Author's Note: Hey all! I apologize that this chapter did take a little longer than it should. It was a little difficult to write, however I am a little content on how it came out. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this segment! Thank you all though too for the favorites and follows + reviews! It really gets me going haha.

North of the Wall

"Princess, get outta the way!" Han barked, immediately pushing the Rebel Princess to the side as the withered creature lunged for the two stragglers. The smuggler's fingers snaked to take hold of a firm grasp on his blaster pistol, unclipping the weapon from his waist belt. The young woman stumbled out of the way, eyes hysterically wide as she saw the thing's fleshless fingers take hold of Solo's vest. Snow scattered and animal-like growls emerged, added on by Han's hoarse grunts in the efforts to get the wraith-like humanoid's painful grip off of him.

As if acting on instinct, Leia raised her own blaster and fired a shot. One shot turned to two, then three, then four; with Han shooting the thing in the neck with his own weapon. A wailing screech engulfed their ears, and Han kicked the thing away from his frame, falling onto the ground and scrambling away as the monstrous thing fell limp.

Heels and palms digging into the ice, snow flew as he evaded his attacker. The sound of their blasterfire echoed throughout the forest. Soon, the familiar, eerie silence fell.

Flakes of snow continued to fall from the skies like ashes from a flame. Lowering her blaster and snapping back to reality, the Princess quickly approached Han, raising two careful gloved hands to help hold Solo upwards. "Han! Han, are you alright?"

Gingerly bringing her hand against the tears of his thick clothing, she heard Han shakily reply, "I-I think so," he then groaned as the young woman brushed a gloved finger against his exposed collarbone.

"Ah! Princess-shit-" He grit his teeth, as he hissed his pained displeasure from the open wound. Leia clenched her jaw as she saw blood slowly gush from an open scratch that scored the smuggler's upper-neck, down to the near end of his collarbone.

"You're hurt," Leia murmured. "We need to get you back to the ship."

"No," Han snapped, already beginning to struggle in her grasp. "I ain't goin' back. I'm coming with you, I'll be fine-hhng-"

She knew that this smuggler would already ignore the gaping gash that marked him, and what baffled her most was the fact that they were alone, out in the cold, and yet Han was still determined to find Luke with her. She had to admit: Han truly had changed through his actions. (Though certainly not his attitude. That's for sure).

Blowing a few loose strands of her hair from her face, the young woman disentangled a scarf that clung to her neck, and quickly used the fabric to hinder the ice and biting cold from the man's bloodied scratch. At once, the ice nibbled at the flesh at her neck. She ignored it.

Leia didn't dare spare a look at the dead creature that had recently attacked them both. Save for the horrific sight that it probably was. Han mumbled curses and tries for her to halt her ministrations for him, but Leia bit her tongue; She spared the man from unleashing a mouthy retort and lecture.

Then again, nine times out of ten, the Rebel Princess always mouthed Han off.

But now it wasn't the time for it.

Several minutes passed and Han's mumbling went silent, and she successfully bandaged him. "Keep it on you Han, and don't take it off," Leia's gloved hands lingered on his warm chest, but she soon retracted them. Han seemed to miss her touch. "Think you can walk?"

Han merely grunted in reply, raising his stiff body upwards. Leia reached a hand for him, and he gratefully took it. He groaned as soon as he stood to full height, albeit he did stumble a little as he did so. "Yup, I can walk." he muttered.

Giving his hand a squeeze, Leia's hushed voice broke the silence between them. "Good, now come on."

He blinked a few times, then turned to look at the creature that had tried to maul him a few literal minutes ago. "Princess.. what is this thing?" the smuggler kneeled down to the snow, staying only a few reasonable inches away from the decaying corpse.

The blue that had glowed so intensely was gone, leaving the corpse's hollow eye sockets with a pair of frozen, natural hazel eyeballs. The Princess sniffed, her arms crossed. Too soon she replied, "I don't know, and I don't want to stay to find out. Let's go, Han."

"I couldn't agree with ya more, Princess," Came the sarcastic reply of Solo. Well, at least the initial shock of the attack was out of the viewport. She scoffed at his attempt of banter. Leia too observed the dead, withered body, and she felt a sense of both fear and disgust crawl up her spine as she viewed the exposed, grey-colored intestines of the creature. "Ugh.. smells even worse than a tauntaun," Han snorted, nose wrinkled. "Sheesh."

"It's not like you smell any better,"

"I'd take that as an compliment, your majesty," Han stood upwards, wincing as he did so. He gave the Princess a mocking bow. "Now, shall we?" Han then held out a hand for Leia to take.

The young woman's frown instantly turned into a scowl, rolling her brown eyes at the smuggler. She turned right around, and stalked back into the bush; she kept her right hand against the butt of her blaster though, wary of the undead things that may jump from the growing black shadows of the forest.

She heard the exasperated sigh and unintelligible mumble of Solo behind her, accompanied by the shuffling of boots through the thick white blanket of ice. Secured around the Rebel Princess' wrist was a useful device, a holotracer. Artoo had locked the coordinates to Luke's last standing point inside this device which gave her a leeway advantage to navigate through the forest and hopefully find him. Yet her worry for Skywalker gnawed in her stomach, as he thoughts then trailed over to those unknown men that took him away.

Various questions were aroused as to who they were, but Leia theorized that they were primitives of a sort. Riding on their mounts, and bearing weapons that looked to be solid; filed to a sharp point. She only captured a few glimpses of the inhabitants of this unknown planet, though. She truly didn't know what they were capable of. She feared that. Fear of the unknown.

If only Artoo was here, she thought grimly. That spunky Droid held many possible answers, and would give them a very liable helping hand. But Leia knew that she couldn't risk such a thing. Not at all. The Princess was knowledgeable that there was a very high chance of her and Han getting captured. But she wasn't going down without a fight.

Or, her logical thoughts interjected, you can negotiate and find more answers, rather than blasting them.

Well, her diplomatic skills certainly needed to be sharpened. It's been a while since she had to visit planets and negotiate terms for the Alliance. But she wasn't negotiating for the Rebels. She was doing it for Luke. If only the karker stayed with the Falcon! She shouldn't have even left him to go out there, into the unknown, and risk himself getting caught! Oh wait, it wasn't a risk factor anymore. He is captured. He is being held somewhere, probably being interrogated.

Her only reassurance was this though: the men who took Skywalker away weren't Imperials as far as she could tell. Well, at least that quelled some of her nervousness.

She didn't even realize that the trees began to thin, and the sound of a trill from her device secured around her wrist. How long did she even manage to walk for?

"Hey! Princess! Wait!" Called Han, but Leia stopped in her tracks as her eyes widened.

"Oh.. oh.." The smuggler's voice trailed off as he then followed her gaze.

Standing before them was a gigantic wall, made entirely of pure and raw ice. It nearly touched the clouds. The darkness of dusk seemed to give the wall a more deep and rich blue, and Leia took in a trembling breath. She swallowed.

"Luke's there. I know he is."

The North

Castle Black

Embers flew and danced in the still air; he was grateful for the warmth. Such a far cry from the frost outside. Yet, a shiver still danced down his spine, and he released a trembling sigh. Staring into the alluring light of the flames with a blue-eyed gaze, Luke Skywalker nibbled on his lip to try to quiet the seeping anxieties of what was to come here.

He had absolutely no idea who these people were, where he was, but his only reassurance was the fact that they were not Imperials. The young man certainly did remember that the Falcon somehow managed to chart into the Unknown Regions, and Skywalker knew the obvious circumstances that the Empire didn't stray too far from their dominion over the Galaxy.

As to where he currently was, well, it was a small room built out of blackened wood. To accompany inside was a simple table with two chairs, settled with a fireplace. But the room didn't hide the noises outside. Luke heard the unintelligible calls of men barking orders, and their mounts whinnied too.

He was grateful though he was able to be rid of the cold. That was for sure. Luke recalled the curious stares of the men that wore black cloaks, and he felt their intense wonder through the Force. Not that he could blame them. He never seen a planet like this one, (not that Luke really had a valid opportunity to thoroughly explore the Galaxy), but the inhabitants here were interesting too. He shared their inquisitive fascination.

The one who was named 'Jon,' if he could recall the name, didn't take his Father's 'saber from him, despite the warns and growing quarrels of the men to do the complete opposite. They didn't trust him. So didn't Luke.

But then again, Luke was growing to be a little curious to the raven-haired man. That interest was mostly centered around how the man was a Force Sensitive. Luke was strong in the Force, and thanks to Ben's training, Luke was able to tell from a normal person amid the Force, and who, well, wasn't normal. Trailing a finger absentmindedly over the metal of his Father's weapon, a 'click' was sounded behind him followed by a squeak of the door. Instantly, Luke turned to greet this newcomer, and saw Jon.

Trailing behind the young man was one the same men, who was named Eddison, followed with another, much more older looking man. He appeared to probably be in his late fifties; bearing a greyish-black beard and a short-trimmed cut. His eyes were brown, and they almost appeared to look.. sad? He didn't the dress the same as the other men, as he only equipped simple leather garments and clothing.

The young Jedi swallowed.

The silence turned uncomfortable, and Skywalker quickly stood upwards to greet the trio of men. Opening his lips to greet them, it was the elderly man who spoke first instead.

"Luke Skywalker, I.. presume?"

He nodded his assent, casting the man one of his most welcoming smiles he could make. Luke certainly did not want to appear as a foe to them, (probably because he was captured, but Luke could have easily freed himself. He wasn't bound or restrained by anything), but Luke took the opportunity to stay put. "Yep, that's me. And... you are?"

"Davos Seaworth," The man gave Skywalker a smile in return. "Pleased to meet a young man such as yourself."

Surprised by the man's courteous mannerisms towards him, Luke felt a blush hint at his cheeks. The Force seemed to hum approvingly around the Jedi, engulfing Skywalker in it's peaceful aura. Luke's gaze flicked nervously towards the other two men dressed in their thick furs. Davos raised his eyebrow towards the two of them, and gave a simple nod.

Despite the warming atmosphere that slowly began to engulf the small room that housed the four men, Skywalker felt Jon and Edd's suspicion through the Force. Not that he could blame them. He would probably be questioned very soon, and Luke knew that he would have to keep his story cut and clean. He couldn't risk the Falcon's position to the men, let alone his friends. He groaned inwardly, already feeling desperate just to get out of here, and back to the Falcon.

And questioned, he was.

"What were you doing by the Wall?" Jon asked, his voice stern, but curious.

Young Skywalker's blue eyes nervously glanced towards Davos, and the man gave him an encouraging smile. He was starting to like this man. Davos Seaworth.. he was a little like Old Ben. Averting his gaze, the Jedi replied steadily, "Exploring, really. I got.. lost, and I wounded up standing before the Wall. Look, I'm sorry though too—"

Now, it was the voice of Edd who interrupted his apology. "Stop apologizing. What's done is done. You trespassed along the Wall, and here you are," he crossed his arms and continued. "We only want to know two things: who the fuck you are, and where the fuck you came from."

Faltering slightly in his stance, Luke was a little taken aback by his crude expressions and slang. Luke already tried to explain himself, but before he could they took him back here. He grimaced. A sigh was emitted from Davos, cutting through the tense silence that fell after Edd's statement like a gentle breeze. He gulped, looking up to observe Jon silently. His eyes observed the Jedi silently, and they glimmered with an intense interest. Luke could tell that he was trying to fight off his impending curiosity by trying to force himself to be stoic.

Sighing, Jon said, "Yes, like Edd said, please do tell us who you really are. How did you even manage to approach the Wall from the North?"

Well, might as well tell them my story, Luke's eyes widened as his mind clicked to a sudden realization. Wait—I can tell them about that thing that attacked me! Maybe they have answers as to what those things are.. what if there are more of those things out there?

A string of panic aroused inside Luke at the thought of one of those undead corpses harming Han and Leia. He tried to calm it though, but words instantly poured out of his mouth. "Like you said, I was walking North of your Wall. As I was walking through the Forest, I was attacked by this thing, with blue eyes. I dunno what it was, but it looked like a living dead body, and tried to attack me! It had blue eyes and I used my Lightsaber to slice through it. It fell onto the ground, and—"

Jon raised a gloved hand to stop him. Those black eyes seemed to darken, and through the Force, Luke felt a shimmer of dread slither through him.

"It had blue eyes?"

Luke quickly nodded. Jon exchanged a look from Davos and Edd, a frown evident on their bearded faces.

"Show me your weapon that managed to kill it," Davos murmured.

At that question, the younger man raised an eyebrow. Luke tried his order, "Look, I don't really think—"

"Now." The Lord Commander huffed.

And back at Base, they call me bossy, the Jedi mused. Cautiously raising his right hand to take the hilt of his Father's Lightsaber in-hand, he saw Jon rest a hand on the carved butt of his own weapon, wary of what Luke could do with his own 'saber. He unclipped his weapon from the belt. Edd shifted his feet, eyes narrowed. Luke pressed a button on his Lightsaber, and with a 'snap-hiss,' the brilliant rod of plasma-blue light erupted from the hilt of his Father's 'saber. It breathed a gentle hum, and the men's gazes were awe-struck by Luke's weapon.

Blue light gently painted their faces as the three men stared, absolutely fascinated by the blade of light. The Jedi actually felt a sense of pride ooze inside, amused by their wonderment. Jon cautiously reached a gloved hand out towards the plasma to have a touch, but Luke quickly sheathed his weapon before the raven-haired man's hand could even make contact with the dangerous rod. "You can't touch the light," Skywalker warned, "Unless you don't want your fingers."

"Aye, apologies." Jon blinked a few times, face growing a little sullen that the light had vanished.

Luke chuckled, "No need. So—do you have any answers as to what attacked me..?"

"Seven Hells! Where'd the hell did you get thing from?!" Edd barked aloud.

"Kenobi gave it to me," Luke quickly answered. "It was my Father's weapon."

"Kenobi? Oh my fucking gods, I don't even know who that is!"

"Edd! Please," Jon sighed, exasperated. "Look, I'm just as confused as you are. But this.. Luke here may be the key for solving the problem with the White Walkers and Wights. Just be patient, alright?"

Luke cocked his head. "White Walkers? Wights? Is that what they are called?"

Davos sighed, "Yes, my boy. The Army of the Dead is another notable name."

As the young Jedi began to think hard on the information he was given, he felt an eerie feeling settle inside at Davos' words of the 'Army of the Dead'. The title sent a shiver down his spine. Light eyebrows furrowed, his grip subconsciously tightened when a fleeting image of those bright, unnatural blue eyes that were dead set on him, wanting to bring nothing but death and destruction to him.

Luke reviewed their words quietly, and the three men began to talk amongst one another, their voices hushed. Jon spoke up though, his voice strained, "We don't want what happened at Hardhome done the same to us! The Night King—"

Night King? Luke perked up in an inquisitive interest. Jon must have sensed Skywalker's silent inquiry, and he answered callously, "The Night King is the dead's leader, or king. I saw.. it with my own eyes," The raven haired man's gaze flicked upwards to meet Luke's own. "And it's coming for us. Every single one of us who lives in the land of Westeros. Winter is coming—and fast."

Young Skywalker blinked. Davos solemnly looked at the young man, while Edd's face was unreadable. Luke cautiously broke the silence that washed upon them, "...Okay. I completely understand,"

"You don't." Edd growled.

Eyes casted down, Luke continued, "But I need to get back home. I am sorry, but I need to return back to—"

A horn blared, the sound made Skywalker jump. Following the horn were multiple calls of men, with the added extra knock of the door. Jon turned around and quickly approached the wooden barrier for the room, opening it up and revealing another man. Tall, broad, but also having a gaunt look to him, his eyes narrowed at the sight of his Lord Commander. "Allister Thorne," Jon greeted.

"Get outside, Commander," There was a little sneer to the man's tone, "There's something you need to see. All of you," Allister then pointed at Luke, tone laced with suspicion. "And I feel it may have something to do with you."

Eyes widening, Luke reached out into the Force once again, feeling for other presences amid it's aura. Instantly, he sensed two familiar figures: Han and Leia! Eyes widening, Luke quickly speed-walked to the door where the four men stood by saying, "I know who they are! Please, let me through," The Jedi asked desperately.

Jon and Edd exchanged looks, while Thorne curled his lip, not even hiding his disgust. "Let him through." Jon ordered.

Allister obeyed, standing to the side, letting the young man pass. Skywalker smiled his thanks. Jon, Edd, and Davos followed after the Jedi's tail, with Luke nearly running outside to greet his friends. Overlooking the small wooden platform, crowds of men looked upwards towards him, all dressed in the same attire that Jon and Edd wore; except there were those who wore snow-covered furs. Luke's wide-eyed gaze quickly fished through the crowd, and instantly saw who he was searching for. Sticking out like a sore thumb amid the crowd of men where Han and Leia, blasters secure by their waists. That was a wonder for Luke. Knowing Solo, the man could have blasted the men who managed to capture him. Leia though, she probably told him not to do that.

They stood by two men who were mounted on their beasts, nickering and swishing their hairy tails. "Luke!" Cried the voice of the Princess.

"Leia!" Luke hollered back, joyous. Yet even before he could step down the wooden steps, a hand held onto his shoulder, hindering the young man from greeting the two. Seeing this, it was Han who spoke up through the silence that fell.

"Hey! You let go of the kid!" He struggled in the roped bounds that secured him, but one of the members quieted him with a single kick to the back of his legs. The man grunted and fell, and Leia winced at this. Luke wrenched himself free from the hand that bound his close, running down the steps. A few men unsheathed their swords to stop Luke from coming any further, but Skywalker said, "Don't hurt him, please. Let them both go,"

He felt Jon's gaze burn into his back, and the man gave a single nod towards the two riders. Freeing Han from his restraints and Leia taking the hint, the men letting the two pass. With open arms, the Jedi smiled wide, and the trio were engulfed into a warm embrace. Smiling wide, it was Leia and Han who pulled away first. Han placed his hand on Luke's shoulder, while Leia caressed the side of his blushing cheek. "They didn't hurt you, did they?" Luke asked quickly.

"No," The Princess shook her head. "I'm perfectly fine."

"Yes," Han grumbled.

Skywalker grinned wide at the both of them, and turned back to observe the three men he had recently met. Davos smiled gently at Luke, with Jon gestured for him to approach. Leia's brown eyes flicked cautiously to Luke's, but he gave her an encouraging nod. Han only frowned, but the Jedi whispered, "There's no need to worry. We'll get out of here soon enough."

"I hope that's true," Han hissed sarcastically. "Where are we anyways?"

Luke only hushed him, and the former smuggler quirked a brow. The trio walked up the stairs towards Jon, with the Lord Commander barking to the men to continue their duties amid Castle Black. Ordering the three to follow, they were led back into the room where Luke was originally placed to be questioned. The fire that was once burning heartily was now reduced to glowing wood and coals, and instantly, Han approached the area to warm himself. Leia however, still stood close to Luke protectively, as she wasn't too trusting of the men here. Rightfully so.

Now they were left only with Jon, Davos, and another. Luke's eyes shifted nervously towards the woman who entered through the door, and the Force that surrounded the female felt.. off. It wasn't something distinct of the Dark Side, but it was onimous. Luke kept a mental note to keep away from her, but she observed him with an absorbed engrossment. She was in a crimson red dress, with a steel necklace (collar?) embedded with a red gemstone. Her hair was a rich, darkened red too, followed by eyes the color of blood. She stood next to Davos behind, and Skywalker felt Leia tense at the presence of the Red Woman.

Han didn't even regard her. His back was to them, as he faced the fire.

"So this is the one who bore a weapon made of light?" The woman said melodically, approaching Luke slowly, giving a little sway of her hips as she walked.

Leia answered instead of Luke, "Yes. His name is Luke," she then stood in front of the young man, acting like a barrier between him and the unknown woman. The Princess' eyes were hardened and narrowed, silently daring for the woman to come any closer.

The other female stopped in her tracks, with a frown hinting on her face. Davos spoke up then, "This is Melisandre. She has served for House Baratheon, but ultimately the Lord of Light."

Through the Force, he felt Davos' distrust and hinted loathing directed entirely at the woman. Yet, the man stood stoically, his eyes now focused entirely on Leia, as if he was awed by the Princess' show of outwardly heeding the Witch's advances. That level of defiance could very well get Leia wounded, or even killed, if Stannis were here. Thankfully, the man was not, for he was marching his men towards Winterfell at this very moment; wanting to reclaim the territory from the Boltons who had now seized the kingdom for themselves.

Rubbing his hands together, Han then turned to greet the three. Walking to the Princess' side, he asked, "Who's pretty boy over here?"

Luke couldn't help but snigger at the the smuggler's question. Han smiled at that, enjoying Skywalker's reaction. Instead of the older man, Davos, introducing him, it was Jon. "Jon Snow, Lord Commander of the Night's Watch."

"Neato. Well, if you don't mind all of us, I think it's high-time I get back to my ship—"

"Ship?" Davos interrupted.

Han scoffed, "Yes. My ship, the Millennium Falcon," Han smirked, then began to boast. "Fastest ship in the Galaxy. Ran the Kessel Run in twelve parsecs."

Jon, the Witch, and Davos all exchanged utterly confused glances. "But the sea is miles away from here!"

"Oh, you thought it was a boat? Nah, it's a.. you know? Ship, ship," Han tried to explain. Instead, he was only met with even more confused stares. "What? You don't even know what a ship is? What about my feat I just told you of? Nearly everyone knows of it!"

Luke chuckled, "Uh.. Han? Well, that's the problem. See, they.. they don't really know what's out there in the Galaxy. For all they know, we are just trespassers,"

"Oh."

Leia sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, obviously exasperated. She thoroughly hoped that they could get out of here as quickly as they arrived, but based on what's going on now, that's extremely unlikely.