Game of Thrones

Blood Betrayal

The White King: Chapter X

"Shadow's can not live in the dark. They are servants of light."

When the last horse finally gave out, they could smell the sea. The ride had been hard, but they had to persevere. Rising on the horizon, one of the wonders of the world, eight hundred foot high, built of solid rock and ice… and magic. The Wall was in sight, Jon took a deep breath as he, Tormund and Ghost carried on the last of their journey on foot, Eastwatch was near. The great breach in The Wall was clearly visible, carved out with the fire of a dead dragon, it had allowed the Night King to lead the army of the dead through to their side of The Wall, they thought it would be their end. If only he had known, it was just the beginning. There was something strange about the breach now, it glowed, with an eerie blue light. Silently they pressed on harder.

…

Beyond the Wall, an icey shadow fights alone. His mother, his brother nowhere to be seen. He moves through the ranks of the army of the dead like a fierce icy wind. His arms, sharm like swords, then axes or flails, whatever he needed. He pulls a winged demon from the air and hurls it into the legion of the dead. His face is stone and stoic, the very image of his fathers. He lunges from the ranks of the dead, past twelve horned creatures in black, to the being at their centre, a man who was once an emperor. With the speed and ferocity of a winter blizzard he drew back his arm, an icey blade shimmered in the moonlight. He thrust the point forward. He stopped.

His target had gathered a strange blue light at his hands and thrust forward to meet him, driving a fist into the shadows chest, the blue light burned with an intensity, the creature's stoic face contorted with pain as he let out a silent scream. His shadowy limbs that seemed ethereal at times stiffened, as the cracking of ice could be heard. He locked eyes with the former Emperor, both their cobalt stares seemed to glow, a crack appeared in the shadows eyes, with one final thrust of his arm, the blue light exploded out of his chest, his body exploded into countless shards, that melted away, like virgin snow before they could reach the ground.

As the shadow dissipated, the former Emperor slowly turned to the wall, he approached the breach, a translucent blue barrier now filled in the gap, he could make out a form on the other side that was both familiar and strange to him. He approached the barrier, it hummed with power the closer he got, he reached out a hand, a cold, lifeless limb, with claw-like fingernails, decorated with ancient rings. His hand touched the gleaming barrier, a surge of energy caused the wall to scream and threw him back ten paces. The creature regained his composure and gave a slight grin.

…

Jon, Tormund and Ghost finally made it to the breach at Eastwatch by the Sea, the blue light filling the void glowed and hummed with an intensity. Ghost let out a bark and ran off ahead, a fallen form lay on the frosty ground. From a distance it looked like a large whit cat, striped with black. As Jon got closer he saw Ghost sat next to the Corpse Queen, the creature who had come to him beyond The Wall, and pointed him towards the star. She always looked pale and dead, but there was something different about her, her eyes. They were a dim purple, no longer burning with intensity. As the cold winds rose over her, she seemed to melt away piece by piece, as her flesh and hair started to flake away like snow on a breeze.

"My King…" She spoke wearily "... our time together draws to an end."

Jon crouched down next to her and watched for a moment as she continued to flake away "What happened. Who's on the other side of The Wall?"

"You." She half smiled "You should not both be here at the same time… it isn't right. He should not be here, and yet he is. Winter is here Jon Snow, the Lion of Night's Wrath is now truly upon us. His magic is dark… strong."

Jon nodded slightly as he turned to The Wall, beyond the glowing blue barrier of light he saw what looked like his own shadow fighting, a fist plunged into his chest and then an explosion of blue light.

"Your son's fought well." She spoke wearily "They gave me… the time I needed."

"What have you done to The Wall?" He asked coldly, taking another look at the barrier as a strange but familiar form walked close to it on the other side.

She let out a slight laugh "I am the shield that guards the realms of men."

"You're dying." Jon spoke coldly "Will it hold when you're gone."

She gave a pained nod as more of her blew away on the wind "Aye, Jon Snow. It will hold… for a thousand years and more."

"Thank you." Jon told her genuinely

"I won't be here much longer." Her voice was shaky "He is you, you are him. His stone consumed him, don't let yours consume you."

"I still don't know what that means." He sighed in frustration.

"You know nothing… Jon Snow." She winced "But know this… you are The Prince that was Promised… You will alone will save the world of men… or doom it."

With a gasp, more and more of her started to flake away and disperse on the wind "Then this is goodbye…" Jon sighed

She gave a last wry smile as her fading purple eyes met his "For now. But our dance is not yet done, the wheel will turn aga…"

Jon shot Tormund a look as the last of her was carried away "What now?" The larger man asked him.

Jon nodded towards the wall, the figure on the other side reached out a hand towards the translucent barrier. A surge of energy drove him back. "At least we know it works." Jon sighed "I'm going through."

"Are you fucking mad?" Tormund chastised him "What chance do we have?"

"I think I'm meant to." Jon spoke distantly as he became transfixed on the barrier "It's starting to make sense now. Everything the star showed me. The Three Eyed Raven, The Dead, they both want an end to The World of Men… I am the Prince that was Promised… all the old blood lines…. The Dragon, the Wolf, the wargs, If the Three Eyed Raven is the memory, it doesn't matter if there are no men, because the memory will live on forever with him… The Blood, Tormund, I'm not the memory, i'm the living legacy. I have to fight death."

"You sound like a mad fucking shaman… a hysterical Godswife, talking about prophecy. The Wall is repaired, lets gather a fucking army so we have a chance of defending it."

"I'm going through." Jon said resolutely as he walked with purpose towards the glowing barrier.

"You're determined to get me killed aren't you." Tormund spat as he followed close behind.

Jon paused for a moment as he reached the barrier, he took a deep breath and stepped into it. There was a burning cold sensation, a tingling feeling, time slowed down and he felt as if he were walking through thick mud. Tormund rolled his eyes and stepped forward, as he made contact with the barrier a surge of energy shot through the barrier and knocked Tormund back. Ghost let out a howl and ran at The Wall, the same surge of energy knocked him back as well. "Looks like he's on his own." Tormund sighed.

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Jon emerged from The Wall, the frozen tundra beyond filled with The Dead. Jon took a deep breath, there were legions of them, some he had seen before, the rotting skeletons of the Army of the Dead. The hooded figures in black, with their crown of horns, the image of the Night King. Some were new to him, he had seen the White Walkers, however they were not present here. Instead there were more monstrous, older creatures, with the same white hair, blue eyes and pale dead skin, even their weapons were familiar to him. But these creatures were different, winged and fierce. They caused Jon to swallow hard. And there he was, in black robes over ancient armour, a bloodstone about his neck. His hair long and white, a drooping moustache hung down like icicles.

This creature stepped forward from his hoard, and walked towards The Wall. He stood like stone, "So you are her new champion." Jon did not recognise the tongue he spoke in, but understood everything he said.

"She's dead." Jon spoke coldly

The creature shrugged slightly "For now boy." He nodded along "This is not our first dance. In a few thousand years, you may be stood in my place telling The next promised prince the same thing."

"Why are you here?"

"The Lion of Night's Wrath needs a vessel. The Great Empire of the Dawn became too corrupt. The Green Hand spread men throughout this world. The Children, became more and more brutal. I oversaw the fall of the dawn, I was Doom to another Empire corrupted by magic. Balance needs to be restored once more.."

"The Lion of Night…" Jon half smiled "... The Old God's, The Lord of Light. Everyone has something to say. They all have a plan for us."

"All… one." The creature nodded "And we all have our part to play, great or small we all have a part to play. I know you. I knew you when I was resting. My wheel started turning again when they plunged a knife into your heart. You are the Blood of the Dragon… a survivor of Valyria. But your story starts much, much earlier boy. It is a shame it ends here, you are not the first Prince and you will not be the last hero. Winter has come for you, your story ends here."

"Aye, I am blood of the dragon. My birth father gave me the blood. My mother gave me the name Aegon Targaryen. But my father… my real father gave me the name Jon Snow. He told me my whole life Winter is Coming." Jon unsheathed Longclaw and stood ready "I'm not scared of winter."