Pre-chapter Author's Note:

Bro what the fuck! 124 reviews, thats insane. Thank you so much for all the support, both positive and negative. I try to make us of those negative comments too, fixing inconsistencies or erros, so thank you for that. I'm really happy that people seem to be enjoying this, especially since I know I'm still missing a lot to reach being a good writer. To all the trolls, few of them that they are, thank you too! I fuck with all of ya'll, so respect.

One more thing. I changed up 2 things on chapter 10 (Preparations). first off, I added that Jon had a half-brother, since you guys all know Brandon was slanging dick when he was younger. He's serving in the Company of the Rose for now (hint hint). We'll see a bit more of that guy (Alaric Snow) later on. The other thing, I changed up the Lannister numbers. They have 60,000 total, which they split in 2. Half to the Riverlands and half to the Reach, where they also had some of their bannermen support the crown through promises and marriages. That makes for 45,000 in the Riverlands and 50,000 in the Reach. The change was that no sellsword forces were hired, since Stannis had a blockade on King's Landing, making hiring sellswords impossible. Now, lets go back to the story.


Samwell Rivers I:

"You reckon the Lord will surrender anytime soon?" asked Lom, my shift partner. It was early, about 2 hours past the sunrise. It had already been a month's time since the Lannisters had arrived and camped outside of the walls of Riverrun. They hadn't attacked yet, but from what I had heard the commanders saying it was only a matter of time. I turned towards Lom and answered.

"From what I heard of the other soldiers talking Lord Edmure wants to hold out hoping that that the King in the North come relieve us, since he is good-brother to the northener King's uncle"

He nodded, seemingly aware of that piece of information.

"Aye, but supposedly we can't last long. I overheard one of the maids talking of the food stores. Supposedly we only have enough food for about two weeks. I don't know much about the North, thats the Maester's business, but surely they can't be here in only two weeks."

"I reckon they can't, and if I heard right the Lord Lion will attack soon since he'll want a good spot to fight the Northeners. We'll have to fight sooner than we think, especially since our Lord Edmure has been such a shite commander." He said, spitting that last part.

I looked around, worried someone might have overheard us. "Careful! We all know it but we can't say it lest they have our tongues!" I hissed.

"Aye, and we'll probably have to eat it soon as well because of our great Lord."

He stayed quiet after that, contemplating whether he should say something more. I looked at him, feeling a bit scared.

"You think Lord Tywin will spare us should we end up surrendering?"

"PFFFF! The old bastard'll have us killed just for talking of him. You've heard that cursed song of his haven't you?"

I felt chills thinking of it. The Rains of Castamere. Who hadn't heard it? The Lord Tywin had slaughtered the Castameres and Tarbecks down the the last babe. I shuddered just thinking about it.

"Aye I've heard of it. We're fucked aren't we?"

He just smiled grimly.

"We are."

Just then I saw movement outside the walls. Men were marching on mass with bridges and ladders to storm us. I was frozen in fear. Then I heard orders.

"TO POSITIONS! TO POSITIONS! MEN, WE MUST TURN AWAY THESE BASTARDS OR WE ARE NOT TRUE RIVERMEN!"

I looked at the source of it, and it was Brynden fucking Tully, the Blackfish. I suddenly felt emboldened. Who the hell hadn't heard of the man? He was a hero to every boy in the Riverlands, commoner or noble. Who hadn't heard of his feats? And he had his sword out too, prepared to fight with his men. I looked around and saw our morale had significantly grown. HE was our commander, our lord. Not Edmure fucking Tully, who hadn't even shown his face to the men defending HIS castle, but this, this GIANT. The Blackfish would lead us to victory.

"ARCHERS…. KNOCK!"

We knocked our arrows and waited till they got close enough to the river.

"LOOSE!"

We fired.

"LOOSE!"

And so it went. We kept firing arrows after arrows. I didn't know of the other 2 sides of the castle, but at least on this side it looked as if we were winning. I had lost track of how many arrows I had fired, but I knew I had killed at least 15 men myself. My arms were burning, fatigued by the constant arrows I had to fire. I had lost track of time, but I was sure it had been at least a couple of hours since we had started. I looked around to the men beside me and they were all like me, fatigued but determined to stand true.

By this time the bridges had already been placed across the moat, with the ladders now being the goal of the Lannister troops. I saw scores of Westernlanders crossing, ladders held strong. The ladders were placed on the ground and they swung towards the walls. They latched onto the walls and I my heart stopped. I suddenly had another bout of energy and I flew into a frenzy, firing arrow after arrow to stall the enemy attack. Each time I saw a man fall off the ladders another was there, closer to scaling the walls than the one before. Score after score of men followed and before I knew it they had scaled the walls. I took out my sword and met one, sword to sword. I wasn't the best swordsman by any means but I had been taught how to fight by the master at arms. It looked like this man had not.

A feint blow to the right, to which he overcommitted and tried to defend, left him open to another attack to the left. I slashed downwards nicking him on the right side of his armor, causing him to stumble. I followed up with a swing towards his head, which dented his helmet, making him fall back. I lifted up my sword and stabbed it into his neck, ending his life. I was attacked from behind, someone stabbing at me from behind. My chainmail saved me from death, but I still felt the blade nick at my back.

I turned around and saw a poorly armored man with a sword gazing angrily at me. He looked poorly equipped, wearing only a leather vest as protection.

A levy most likely. I thought, comparing him to the other man I had killed, who was a lot more heavily armored. That one was most likely a man at arms or a knight due to how heavily armed he was. I saw him swing downwards wildly. I dodged and followed up with an upwards slash which sliced right though his leather. He gasped, most likely in pain and surprise. I didn't let him get a second chance. I slashed his neck, almost decapitating him completely. I looked around, searching for any commanding officer who could give me orders. I saw no one. They were most likely dead. I was on autopilot, slashing and stabbing at different enemies, most of them levies with the occasional man at arms or knight in the mix. The walls still held, which was a good thing, but they wouldn't hold for a lot more.

I heard a man screaming at us, trying to rally us. I looked around, trying to find him, adn there he was, the fucking Blackfish. I saw him hack the head off a man and turn around and slide another's arm off, cleanly at the shoulder. It was incredible. He was the best fighter I'd ever seen, a feat even more impressive due to the fact that he was 60 years old.

"RIVERMEN, HOLD! WILL YOU LET THESE LANNISTER SCUM TURN YOU INTO THEIR NEXT SONG? WILL WE BE ANOTHER CASTAMERE? NO! WE ARE THE RIVERRUN 5,000! FIGHT AND BE REMEMBERED IN HISTORY!"

I was in awe. Here he was, a lord, 60 years of age, still fighting with his men till his last breath. How could I not fight on? And so I screamed and joined my shout to the other men with me and continued to fight on. I saw a man on my right get stabbed clean through his belly, gasping for air. I recognized him, having eaten supper with him a week ago. I grew angrier. Another one was killed in front of me, a sword right through his face. He hadn't worn a helmet. Suddenly I felt someone push me to the side. Dazed, I looked behind me and grew furious. Lom had pushed me to the side and had taken a hit for me, sword stuck right between his ribs.

A gut wound. I knew he wouldn't survive even if we could have spared the medical attention. I looked at who had killed him. A giant of a man, 8 feet tall. Fully covered in armour as well, he was the scariest thing I had seen in my life. Nevertheless, he killed my friend, and so he would pay. I screamed, letting out my anger and sorrow at the death he had caused.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!"

I stabbed at his neck, but was quickly batted away. Undeterred, I threw a punch with my left had at his face, although I had to jump to hit him. He stayed still…

Now I was getting scared, but this was life or death, and I wouldn't die. I swun—

"UUUUGGGHHHHH!"

I coughed up blood and looked down. One swing of his massive sword had almost killed me, only being save by my chainmail. Still, I knew my ribs were broken. I tried to stand up and—

"PFFFTTT!"

My mouth was full of blood now, and I could hear my own chest. My heart was beating loud, faster than it had ever been. I couldn't feel my mouth anymore, but once I looked down I saw the puddle of blood that had formed. I was scared, terrified. I knew I was going to die, and so I figured I'd pray.

Father, please forgive me for m—


Author's Note:

Ok, so what did you guys think about this? I liked the idea of using a common soldier to narrate the battle a lot, since it seemed pretty interesting. I hope ya'll liked it. Please leave your impressions on a review if you can, I know I say this every chapter but seriously, I really appreciate them. Thanks for reading, and if you have a suggestion, don't be afraid to leave it in a review/PM. I'll answer if I can.