Link to The Fallen

Chapter 1

Jon

Little 6-year-old Jon knew he was fucked, and not a little fucked but going to die in a very painful way fucked. Right beside him was Rob and behind them both was little Sansa. They had gone out into the gods' woods after Lady Stark had yelled at Jon for playing with her children. Sansa was still too little to understand why her mother had said any of that, but that had not mattered to the little pup. She wanted to make her big brother happy again, so she had them come outside to play knights and maidens as that had always cheered him up before. However, a group wilding managed to make into the gods woods before them. The group had watched the children play at first, they wanted to just sneak back out as they had only come for some supplies and women for their camp in the far north.

The leader of this group however figured if they took atlest one of the children with them they would have a hostage to insure they made it back to the true north. So that brings us to now with Jon and his brother trying to shield their little sister from the group of men in front of them. Jon was not sure how many wildings where here, but they were not the far from Winterfell if they yelled one of the many guards would mostly hear them, but would they get here fast enough was the question.

"Rob...I have a plan.", Jon whispered. "I am going to rush them pick up Sansa and run for the gate and call for help. Hopefully someone will get to me before the hurt me too bad." Though in Jon's mind he knew he would more than likely be dead before help would reach him, and from glancing at his brother he was sure Rob knew it as well." Gods Jon that's the stupidest plan I have ever hear. You won't last five seconds with them." Robb grunted back. "Look just do it otherwise they might take Sansa and hurt her...please brother." Robb just looked at his brother and slowly nodded they both knew he was not going to make it out of this, and it killed him inside that he was condemning his brother to death to save himself and his sister.

At Jon's nod Robb turned and picked his sister and took off as fast his little legs could carry him. The wildings had not thought to surround the kids, and many had been surprised at the action. At the same time Jon ran straight for the nearest wilding hitting them in the gut with his shoulder and taking both to the ground. So shocked but this action the wilding did not react as Jon picked off a knife the man had strapped to the front of him and placed the blade at the neck of the fallen wilding. "Nobody move or I gut him!" Jon yelled will trying to keep his nerves about him. He expected the wildings to swarm him what he did not expect was the fallen wilding to start laughing, "Bahaha this ones got fight in him not bad for n kneenler, but you'r going have to try harder than that if you think this is going to keep me down." Fast then Jon could have expected the wilding bucked Jon off him and grab the knife in his hand. Jon tried to get away, but the wilding grabbed him and held him in the air by his arms legs dangling Jon tried to kick him, but he was held out just out of reach.

With this Jon knew he was done all he could hope for was that Rob made it and brought help. "Arne what you think we should do with this one hmm...feisty little pup aren't you. "The wilding holding Jon said to a another. At this point Jon had gotten a good look at the one hold him, and he was big...really big at lest in the eyes of a 6-year-old. He was at lest a head taller than Great Jon Umbar and as far as Jon knew Umbar was the biggest man in the North. His hair was black and long tied into a braid and the sides were shaved. He had a scar that ran from the top of his head over his right eye down to his chin. On top of this he was extremely muscular Jon could tell this just from the fact he was holding him out in front of him by his arms and wasn't struggling at all even with all the movement Jon was doing. Off to the right Jon caught movement out the corner of his eye as another wilding came into view and this one was just as big as the one holding him."

Not sure Njal really didn't expect the other two to bolt like that, but we got what we came for we should start heading back Tormund will already be worried with how long we have been down south." The new wilding said. Jon got a good look at this one as well He was tall not as tall as the one holding him but just a bit shorter. His hair was a dirty blond in the same style as the other one and was just as muscular. Jon really started to struggle now they were going to take him somewhere. He didn't really care where he just knew he had to get away.

"Hold there pup no need to struggle your just going to wear yourself out...Look we aren't going to hurt you...would you just quit it and listen..." Jon didn't care to hear anything the man was saying he had to get away he want to get back home he... Everything went black as one of the other wilding hit Jon in the back of the head knocking him out." Tove what you go and do that for I was trying to calm the little pup down." Njal said looking at the wilding female that had just hit Jon. "Stuff it Njal we don't have time to wait I can already hear the guards heading this way we need to move." With that the wildings slipped back in the forest like ghost barley leaving and trace that they had been there.

Jon woke sometime later it was dark out looking around he found he was tied to a tree next to a fire. Looking around all he could see was forest nothing he could recognize and with a sinking felling he realized that the wildings had stolen him away from his family. He tried to hold back the tears he really did, but it was too much too fast for him, and his tears just started to fall. For a while it was him alone as far as he could tell but his noises drew on of the wildings to him. The shadow looming over him alerted him to the presents of another. Jon looked up to see the one he heard the others called Arne looking down on him. "No need for tears boy no one's got plans to hurt you unless you make us got it." He said in a stern voice Jon trying to quite his crying nodded.

" Why did you take me if you weren't going to eat me or hurt me." Arne sighed then took a seat in front of Jon," Look we just took you so that if we ran into trouble trying to get back it would stop the other kneelers from fighting us. You must be the kid of someone important if you lived in that big castle so they should atlest think twice before trying to kill us. When we get to the wall, we plan on cutting you lose we will close enough to one of the keeps along the way that you should have no trouble getting to it. From there you should have no trouble getting back home." Jon didn't know what to say to this, so he just nodded from everything old nan had said about the wildings letting him go just seemed too good to be true.

Something on his face must have portrayed his disbelief for Arne simply began to laugh. Causing Jon to scowl at the man. Which just made Arne laugh more, "Look pup we really don't mean to keep you. You are our safe passage back home is all." Jon just sighed at that, "Well if that's the case you might have wasted your time am just a bastard so am not really anyone important, they might just kill us all even with me here." "Well, if it comes to that we will still cut you lose you will just have to find your own way back. Now am going to get you some food don't go anywhere." Arne smirked at Jon and walk off leaving Jon with his thoughts, 'Well at lest I don't have to deal with Lady Stark for now...'

It took a few weeks to get to castle East watch by the sea during this time Jon learned the names of his captors. There had only been ten of the wildings or 'free folk' as they like to be called. Arne who was the leader of the band then there had been Njal the giant that Jon had tacked when they first meet Sune and Skarda both brothers from different fathers and last was Toke he didn't talk much from what Jon had gathered.

The reminding five had been spear women Tove was the one who knocked him out before. They had talked somewhat she didn't like him much from what he could tell something about to pretty to be a man or something. Then there had been the triplets Hilda, Yrsa, and Ase they had been surprisingly friendly to him they made sure he was feed and would share their tent with him on the march here. They had said some questionable things to him for sure.

Something about stealing him when he was a bit bigger but that had not made any sense to Jon as they had already stolen him from his home already right? Any way the last one was Revna, and she was the wife of Arne or at lest the nearest thing to a wife for a free folk. The march to East Watch by the Sea had been long they could only really travel at night, and they moved single file to hide their numbers and the person at the back of the train with take a branch and sweep they path they would take in the snow to make it that much harder to track them.

All this on top of all the supplies they had taken from all the holds they had crossed before they made it to Winterfell. They even had a group of small folk that they had kidnaped or at lest he had thought they had kidnaped them but when Jon had finally gotten the chance to talk to them Jon discovered they had gone with the free folk willing. They originally came from the lands around the Dread Fort Bolton lands and many of them feared for the lives of their daughters and small children living there. For Jon that says something when you would rather take a chance with the wildings then stay you must be doing something terrible as a lord. All in all, the size of the group was large, and it was slow. Fortunately, they had not run into any Lords forces on the way here, but anything could change, and they would be at the end of the journey tonight and Jon could then make his way home. Unfortunately for Jon life would take a turn for the worst for a while at lest for him but end the end it would be a long time before he would return to Winterfell.