Ok, so my new reading story for Dawn Breaks over Westeros by Mach9330 is finally ready. Please read, enjoy and laugh as Tormund is rejected by Brienne of Tarth again and again and falls deeper and deeper for the Big Woman, oh this is gonna fun. This chapter is chapters 1 & 2 together, I felt that it'd be best to have them both done together before moving onto the next chapter. Now will I be posting double chapters written as single chapters often, no, there will be others, just not this early in the story. And, I believe that this IS the first ever GoT reading out there, but tell me if I am wrong or not, I don't think I've ever seen one before, so wish me best of luck with making this work.
Summary: I don't know how many times I've had to save the world. 9? 12? I've lost count. Being the Child of Prophecy is such a burden. When Jon Snow was murdered by his fellow Night's Watch brethren, I decided it was time to come back and finish the job that I started 8000 years ago. This is the story of how the wolf died in the snow and how I made the Dragon Rise from the ashes. I am Azor Ahai, now called Jon Snow/ Aemon Targaryen, but you may know me as…..Naruto. "WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY BODY?!" "SHUT UP JON!"
Daenerys, Missandei, Melisandre, Val, Sansa, Shiera, Arianne Martell (Janina Gavankar), Tyene Sand, Ellaria Sand, Margaery Tyrell, Obara Sand(cynthia addai-robinson), Nymeria Sand(Morenna Baccarin)
~XxX-Chapter 1 & 2: The Wolf Dies & the Dragon Rises-XxX~
Westeros had been brought to its knees. Peter Baelish may not have been king like he wanted, but his stupidity and planning to become king had nearly brought several houses to their ultimate destruction while several had in fact gone extinct entirely from his machinations to take over. However, the Gods had yet to forsake the people of Westeros, they had one final card, and as such it was time to play it.
In an unknown room, an unknown place, an unknown time dozens of lights filled the air as people filled the vast room. Those who had long departed, those who had survived, those who had plotted for the better and those who plotted for the worse. All had gathered, and now enemies and allies alike all stood apart from one another, glares of hate all being sent around, however, a loud slamming sound filled the room as a seemingly large door opened and a strange looking demon walked into the room. It made no sounds as it walked forward, almost seeming to glide across the floor towards the center of the room as all eyes gazed upon this monster.
The being is a translucent, gaunt specter with a demonic visage. It is much larger than an average human, possessing long, shaggy, white hair, from which two red horns protrude, as well as purple-coloured skin. It is draped in a large white robe and carries a set of prayer beads. Frightfully enough, its mouth is revealed to be full of sharp, jagged teeth, and a very long, almost serpentine tongue. When Cersei demanded for a couple of her knights to bring her the beast's head, the terrifying creature merely waved a hand callously and the men shriveled up and quickly perished as they turned to dust before their very eyes, "Now, is that any way to speak to a god? A god as kind; as I, the only one protecting you from your imminent demise?" it spoke in a voice that sounded like ice being clawed through one's veins, it scared all present, and all stayed their blades as they watched as this unknown monster calmly walked forward to the middle of the virtual army around him, the humans giving it a wide berth to walk through them.
"You all have questions, I have all the answers. I will speak, and you shall listen." it commanded each of the mortals
One Joffery Lannister scoffed and looked at this freak with purple skin, "And why should I listen to you, you're just some freak of a monster who should be licking the heel of my shit covered boot." he cried out.
The demon gave a dark chuckle as he walked forward, "Joffrey Waters, I have been waiting for an eternity to see you face to face, but I shall gladly answer your question." it spoke in amusement, "You wish to know who I am, then I shall tell you. I have had many names throughout the eternity I have lived. Once I was known as the Reaper, another life I was called the Shinigami, you and your people call me The Stranger, I am your god of Death in your religion, all come before me eventually, and trust me, we shall soon have our meeting boy, and it shall be fun when I see your flesh peeled from your bones by my blade to feed my minions for the next thousand years, oh yes, you'll do nicely." the god said rubbing a taloned finger across the now mortified Joffery's cheek, "Oh yes, your screams of agony will feed them for a long time…"
Slowly turning away from the frightened mortal, the now smirking immortal addressed the entirety of the room, "You wish to know why you are here? Well, fear not any longer. You are here to see what shall become of a world likened to your own, with MY champion steering at the helm of this… chaos clandestine and incessant cesspool of bullshit that you have all turned my planet, my chosen realm into. Well, he never really left, he was impeded really but alas, that is not what you need to know." the deity stated as he waved his arm again and the group of men he had turned to dust reformed with gasps of shock and heavy breaths, "Do not look over my kindness of returning you to life mortals, you are all here because I will it to be." it told them in a calm voice that caused each of them to shiver.
"But worry not, you shall all come to understand just who and what my champion is capable of. So, each of can take your armor's off, your blades can be sat upon the ground, and I shall provide small comforts such as seats and food, no wine though as I would rather each of you to be sober as you go through this journey though I shall provide drinks in case you need to quench your thirst. Worry not, I can only do so much within this realm, but I cannot guarantee that I will provide anything else to you." it said as it waved an arm and a series of nice chairs and benches appeared as well as a large… box(?) of sort appeared showing the entire room a glowing window-like view, "This shall be your guide to the events I speak of, but one of you shall read each chapter of this book to ensure you follow along with the events of this tale. I shan't allow bigotry and stupidity to fill the room and leave each of you confused." the deity claimed. With that, it reached into its robe and pulled out a worn down leather book with a dull red spiral engraved on the cover and handed it to one short she-wolf, "You may read at your leisure, child. I will see each of you momentarily, you may begin."
Arya nodded her head nervously, "O-Of course my lord." she said as she shakily took the book and opened it to the first page.
"Enjoy your story mortal's, I'll be back." the death god stated before walking out the same way it came in and the door closed with a crash.
Arya cleared her throat, "I-I guess I best start reading then." she said as she looked down at the scripture in her hand.
Before she could read a word though the God poked its head back into the room, though it opted to simply act as a ghost of sorts as its head passed through the wall, "Oh, and just in case it wasn't made clear to any of you, if you try and kill someone in this room, the manner in which they die is how you will die, and it will not be said victim who perishes, so I hope none of you get any ideas on offing your enemies while I am away." it stated before leaving once more.
THE WALL
The Hardhome survivors, led by Jon, Tormund, Tollett, and Wun-Wun, approached the wall. Hardhome had not been as much of a disaster as one would think. Jon had been given enough time that he was able to get 40,000 Freefolk out of Hardhome, including 25 Giants and just at many wooly Mammoths, not to mention about 4,000 Dragonglass daggers out. Then the Walker's showed up before he could get the last 8,000 of 20,000 that wanted to come out. He killed a White Walker with Longclaw and bared witness to the real threat. The Night's King. The leader and master of the White Walker's.
"Geez, to think a giant could make even the Mountain that Rides look like a child, I think I have seen everything." Tyrion commented, "Now if only I could meet the god of Teats and Wine." he muttered to himself.
"You say that everytime you see someone larger than Robert." Jaime stated.
"And you as well as I both know this to be true." the dwarf commented, "I'd rather bed a Dornish whore than be under that if it fell."
"You have bedded a Dornish whore though?" his brother responded.
"Yea, years ago, this is now." Tyrion stated quietly.
Alliser looked down at the massive army of freefolk. Jon stepped forward, Alliser stared for a moment, considering just letting him stay out there and die. Alliser walked away, but not before saying, "Open the gates" Mind you, he didn't want to open the gates, but he followed the Lord Commander. For now.
"Well, that's not foreboding." Tyrion added.
The lower gate was opened, and Jon lead the Freefolk through. The 40,000 Freefolk from Hardhome were being escorted through Castle Black. Jon stood to one side while he watched them come through.
Jon was solemn while he spoke to Sam. "This almost turned into a failure."
Sam said to Jon, "No Jon. It wasn't."
Jon didn't look convinced as he eyed each of the Free Folk. "I managed to get 40,000 of them, including 25 giants and just as many Mammoths, as well as 4000 Dragonglass Daggers. But there was still 20,000 of them that I couldn't save."
"What a crying shame, oh boo hoo, you couldn't save a wildling savage." Cersei said rolling her eyes.
"Sister, must you be so belligerent to those less fortunate to have died in such a manner?" Jaime asked.
"They live in their own filth, they deserve nothing but shit in their faces." the blond said rolling her eyes.
"Then why are you saying you failed them? You didn't fail him," Sam pointed to one, "or him, or her. Every one of them is alive because of you, and no one else."
"I know that fact is not lost on them." Jon said. "I don't think the men of the Night's Watch appreciate it, though." His eyes traveled to and from many men of the Night's Watch glaring at Jon, then Olly who exchanges a long look of hatred with Jon from the top of the stairs. Alliser walks down the steps to Jon.
"You have a good heart, Jon Snow. It will get us all killed." Alliser said darkly.
Jon gripped his shoulder and spun him around. Anger shining in Jon's eyes as he said, "You weren't there at Hardhome, Thorne. You didn't see the tens of thousands of undead as they fell from the mountains as an avalanche. You didn't see the White walker's. You didn't see the Night's King raise the 8,000 Freefolk that did die, as more undead." Jon walked away as he said, "At least on this side of the Wall, they can't be used as meat shields for his army."
"Fucking cunt that Alliser was." Tormund snorted in annoyance.
"Hmph, just glad he's dead." Sam agreed.
CASTLE BLACK - LIBRARY
Jon and Sam were both sharing a meal together as Jon said while making a raising motion with his arms, "He raised his hands. And they all stood up at once. Eight thousand of them, a part of the biggest army in the world."
"So what are you gonna do?", Sam asked.
"I'm gonna hope they don't learn how to climb the wall." Jon japed, and the two friends shared a laugh.
"Don't go getting idea's now." Tormund muttered.
"Hey, don't look at me, I wasn't the one who said it." Sansa said to the older redhead.
"Ah we gingers have to stick together now don't we?" the man grinned.
"Go bother Brienne." the younger woman said with a snicker.
"I'll gladly see to her every need. The big woman sure seems to have a lot of em." Tormund said grinning broadly.
Sandor only sighed, he felt so bad for Brienne of Tarth, but if it got the mad idiot away from him then all the better.
"And the Dragonglass?" Sam asked.
"There's enough to arm the entire night's watch, and still have 3000 more for the Freefolk. But that still leaves everyone else. It's better than nothing, but it's still not enough." Jon said.
"Well, that's some good news. But… you said you killed a White Walker." Sam asked.
Jon sighed and said, "With Longclaw. I saw its ice blade shatter steel axes like they were glass. But Longclaw…"
"Is made of Valyrian steel. How many Valyrian steel swords are left in the Seven Kingdoms?" Sam asked.
"You know, that is a curious question." Jaime said, humming.
"Don't go getting any ideas boy." Tywin said, smacking his son on the head.
"It's a genuine concern, the White Walkers are an ancient enemy and if the Valyrian Steel blades can kill them, then we need to gather what blades we can." Jaime responded.
"Too expensive and costly for the kingdom. And there are only those held by the Heads of the houses, not that many." Tywin stated.
"Between the Dragonglass we have, and the Valyrian Steel in Westeros? Not nearly enough to make a difference." Jon sighed before saying "I'm the first Lord Commander in history to sacrifice the lives of sworn Brothers to save the lives of Free Folk. How does it feel to be friends with the most hated man in Castle Black?" He said while smiling.
"You were friends with me when I first got here. And I wasn't winning any elections back then." Sam smiled.
Jon raised a glass and Sam did the same. "Here's to us then. Long may they sneer." Jon and Sam clink glasses and drink. Sam looks at Jon.
"What?" Jon asked.
"I wanted to ask you something. To ask something of you. Send me, Gilly, and the baby to Oldtown so I can become a Maester. That's what I'm meant to be, not this." Sam said.
"I need you here, Sam. If you leave, who's left to give me advice I trust?" Jon said.
"No he doesn't." Tormund stated, "What he needs is to get his head out his ass and do what needs doing." the bane of giants stated.
"Do you ever speak when you speak?" Sandor asked the man.
"That's for those who care for the knowing, I care not for being smart,just having enough in the head to get me by the days to come." Tormund stated.
Sandor had nothing to say to that.
"Well, there's Edd." Sam noted. Jon gives Sam a look, not truly convinced.
"I'll be more use to you as a Maester. More use to everyone now that Maester Aemon's gone. The Citadel has the world's greatest library. I'll learn about history, strategy, healing. And other things. Things that will help when they come."
Jon stares at Sam, saying nothing. This prompts Sam to continue.
"If Gilly stays here then she'll die. And the baby that she named after me will die. And I'll end up dying, too, trying to protect them. Which means that the last thing that I'll see in this world will be the look in her eyes when I fail them. I'd rather see a thousand White Walkers than see that."
Jon inhales, exhales, then nods somberly. Sam smiles.
"Thank you." Sam said.
"You know that The Citadel will make you swear off women, too." Jon mentioned.
"They'll bloody try." Sam said, before stopping. Jon looks at Sam incredulously.
"Sam?" Jon said.
"What?" Sam said, looking guilty.
"Sam…" Jon drawled. Sam smiles knowingly.
Jon looked incredulous before saying, "You had just been beaten half to death. How did you—"
"Very carefully." Sam said.
Jon smiles and lets out a small laugh.
"See, that's what friendship gets ya." Tryion said pointing.
"Oh shut up you little troll." Cersei sneered.
"Better a troll than a whale." the imp responded, causing the Queen to drop her jaw in shock without having a way to respond to his accusations as several people burst into laughter.
"I'm glad the end of the world's working out for someone."
They sit in silence for a moment.
"I'll come back." Sam said.
"To your return." Jon said, which Sam repeated, "To my return."
~XxX-A day later-XxX~
Sam, Gilly, and little Sam mounted their horse-drawn carriage. Sam looked up to see Jon watching from the top of his steps. They exchanged a good-bye wave, and then Sam began riding out of Castle Black to book a ship to Oldtown.
Later
Jon and Davos exit the elevator. "He came to your aid. Stannis. Now he needs you!" Davos said.
"Trouble in paradise?" Cersei asked as she looked at Brienne.
"Men, squabbling over the littlest of things." she sighed.
"Oh I can't argue with that one." the icestuous woman stated.
"We don't have enough men to make any difference, besides, the Night's Watch takes no part in the affairs of the South." Jon stated. That was the standard response for anyone trying to sway the Night's Watch to aid them.
"The wildlings will make a difference!" Davos snapped.
"The Free Folk will never fight for Stannis, I told you both this already!" Jon snapped back.
"You saved their bloody lives. If they're going to live in the Seven Kingdoms, safe behind our wall, they ought to fight for the damn place." Davos argued.
"I don't like beating a dead horse, but the one hand makes a fair point." Sandor stated.
"I know I do, so don't fucking patronize me and the things I try to get across boar-headed and stubborn fools." Davos said.
"It was a fucking compliment." Tyrion said, shaking his head.
"It's not their fucking fight! I didn't save them from certain death just so Stannis could send them off to die for his hopeless cause." Jon said in anger.
The gates to Castle Black are opened and Melisandre arrives, alone and on horseback. Jon and Davos rush over to her.
"Stannis?" Jon asked, wondering if he had been defeated. Melisandre gave no response aside from shaking her head and a dead look in her eyes.
"Shireen? The princess?" Davos asked. Once again, Melisandre shook her head. The Red Woman then walks away from the two of them, to stir in her own misery.
"What makes it worse, is that Stannis didn't have to do what he did, and in the end he still died." Davos snarled in anger.
~XxX-That very night: The Lord Commander's Office-XxX~
Jon goes through the various scrolls on his desk. They were pretty much all saying the same thing. That they couldn't send more men. This is pretty much a disaster. They had too few men as it was, and now they couldn't replace the numbers they had already lost. Olly then entered the room.
"Lord Commander!" Olly shouted, looking excited, "It's one of the wildlings you brought back. Says he knows your Uncle Benjen. Says he's still alive."
Jon stands up very quickly, shock and hope present on his face. "Are you sure he's talking about Benjen?"
"I wish Jon were here so I could smack him in the head." Sandor said, shaking his head.
"In his defense, you can't really blame the guy for worrying about his family." Arya said looking up from the book.
"Yes I can, and I just did." the Hound said, nodding his head.
"Says he was the first Ranger." Olly said, "Said he knows where to find him." Jon rushed out of his room and made his way out to the courtyard. He is met by Alliser.
"Man says he saw your uncle at Hardhome the last full moon." Ser Alliser informed Jon.
"He could be lying," Jon noted as he put some gloves on.
"Could be," Alliser admitted, "There are ways to find out."
"Where is he?" Jon asked.
Alliser pointed to a group of huddled up brothers holding torches. "Over there."
"Poor Jon, so easily fooled." Sansa sighed out.
"As was your father." Cersei sighed.
"If we never left the North, this fool's errand of a war would never have happened." the redhead muttered.
Jon walks past the group of Brothers. Instead of a member of Free Folk, he sees a sign that reads "TRAITOR" when he passes them, and suddenly realizes he has been betrayed. The moment he turned around, his face contorted into a snarl, Alliser stabbed him in the gut with a knife.
"For the Watch" Alliser said as he smiled condescendingly.
Alliser stepped back and another Brother stabbed him, "For the Watch" the Brother said.
The Brother stepped back and a third Brother stabbed him, "For the Watch" the Brother said.
A fourth brother stabs him, "For the Watch" the Brother said.
A fifth brother stabs him, "For the Watch" the Brother said. Before this brother could pull out his dagger, Jon gripped the traitor's arm tightly.
"You're all fucking idiots!" Jon snarled, "You think the Wall was built to keep out Freefolk!? The Wall built the wall to keep out the White Walkers and all the monster's north of it. You really think protecting your little powwow of murders, rapists, and thieves is more important than surviving the Long Night! You'll damn us all!" The brother then stabbed him three more times.
"Got to hand it to him, he just doesn't wish to die." Tyrion remarks.
"Some would even suggest he has more strength than three Robert Baratheon's." Tywin agreed with the dwarf.
"On that, we agree." the imp said, nodding.
"Don't be a smartass while drinking wine next to me." the old man said sighing.
"That's what I do, I drink and I know things." the imp said smirking as he took a sip of his beverage.
By this point, Jon could no longer stand. He fell to his knees and coughed up blood as the black brothers separated, letting someone else approach. Jon realized to his horror that it was Olly, the boy he had taken under his wing. Jon could only look at Olly in disbelief.
He stared at the young boy, his eyes screaming to know why the boy would betray him. Jon had known that Olly despised the Free Folk for what they did to his village and family. But he never thought that his decision to save them would affect the boy so much. Then again, this was the exact same kid that had torn his heart out a year ago by killing Ygritte.
"Even you, Olly?" Jon managed to get out. Olly thrusts his knife into Jon's heart.
"For the Watch." Olly said coldly.
"Poor bastard, should have seen that coming." Jaime sighed.
"Better than most, but I don't fault the man for his emotions getting to him the way they did." Sandor sighed.
Unable to bear it any longer, Jon crumbled to the ground, his eyes stared at the night sky as the world blackened around him. As his life flashed around him, Jon realized that he would never learn who his mother was. He would die never seeing his family alive again. 'Well, at least I will be with them again,' Jon thought. For some time now, a part of him had wanted to die. He had felt that way ever since he lost the only woman he had ever loved. When she was killed by Olly, another part of him died. Just like it did when he learned of the deaths of his father and Robb.
His final thoughts drifted back to the cave, their cave. Struggling for one final breath, Jon whispered her name one last time. "Ygritte~" Jon's eyes continued to stare at the moon, tears trailing down his eyes, but his eyes didn't see it, or anything else, as he took his final breath. The Brothers walk away from him. The blood seeping from his wounds spread throughout the snow, staining it red, the blood forming a shape. The shape of a wolf.
"Ironic if you think about it. Wolf's blood runs through his veins, and his dying actions rebirth him through the wolf underneath him." Sam said sadly.
"Aye, not many can say that's happened to them." Davos agreed.
Arya closes the book, "That is the last of the chapter, who wishes to read next?" she asked somewhat saddened, having read that her brother/cousin had died.
"Hand it here, Let me read next child." Tyrion said holding his hand out for the book and gently takes it. Opening the book he turns to chapter 2, "Chapter 2"
The cold wind's of the North blow throughout the night, making the already unbearably cold location just seem more so. The high-pitched howls of Ghost could be heard through the winds and as Jon's corpse lay in the snow. Ghost could sense the death of his Master and pawed at the door where he was kept, whimpering in sadness.
Davos, hearing all this, exits the room he's staying in to look outside. He sees Jon's body and rushes down the balcony and over to him, stopping just a few feet from him.
Eventually, one of the brother's not part of the conspiracy walked outside since the howling had woken him up. "It's coming from the courtyard", he said to his buddy. Ghosts' howling continued as the two members came outside to see Jon's body! "It's the Lord Commander!" Edd and another Night's Watchmen also see Jon.
Davos says to them, "Help me get him inside." The direwolf's howling continues as 3 men as well as Edd and Davos line the room, all surrounding Jon Snow's corpse.
"So, even in a inhospitable place where the worst of men dwell there is some form of honor, I thought that there was nothing worth thinking highly of the Wall, but I guess I can be wrong sometimes." Jaime said shrugging.
"More honor than you. Hell, the Big Woman has more honor in her pinky finger than your entire body." Tormund stated.
"Quit trying to woo Brienne, she doesn't seem to like you that way." Jaime responded.
"We'll see pretty boy, we'll see." Tormund grinned daringly.
"Thorne did this" Edd said bitterly as he gazed with anger at the corpse of his best friend, placing a hand over his wounds. He also closed Jon's eyes.
"How many of your brothers do you think you can trust?" Davos asked.
"Trust?" Edd scoffed before looking all around, "The men in this room."
"Does the wolf know you?" Davos asked while Edd nodded, "We need all the help we can get." Edd didn't need to be told anymore as he went to go free the Direwolf before Alliser's cunts tried to kill him as well.
A knocking was heard as the door, causing everyone to draw swords. "Ser Davos", said a woman whose voice Davos could never forget. They let her in and Edd exited to get Ghost.
Melisandre looked at Jon's solemnly, touching his face and said, "I don't understand. I saw him in the flames fighting at Winterfell."
"I can't speak for the flames, but he's gone," Davos stated, the reality of the situation still difficult for even him to accept.
"Not for long." Davos smirked.
"Aye, and let that be a lesson, he's a fighter even in death." Arya agreed grinning.
~XxX-The next morning: The Mess Hall-XxX~
The remaining members of the Night's Watch were all gathered in the Mess hall arguing amongst themselves, while Thorne, Bowen Marsh and Othell Yarwyck sat at the high table.
"He was our Lord Commander!" One brother shouted.
"He never should have been!" Another shouted back.
Alliser, having listened to this all morning, pounded the table, getting them all to shut up and focus on him. "You all know why you're here. Jon Snow is dead", he informed them.
The men murmured amongst themselves for a few moments before one brave soul asked the question that everyone was thinking. "Who killed him."
Thorne's facial expression did not change as he announced, "I did."
"Well, his balls must have been frozen off by the Night King, to think he had it in him to be remotely honest about that." Sansa sneered.
"Well, I wouldn't say he did it freely but said it more as a gloat than anything lass." Tormund told her.
"Fair point." Sansa conceded.
The shouting resumes while Alliser continues "And Bowen Marsh and Othell Yarwyck and the other 8 officers in this castle."
"Oathbreakers!"
"Murderer's!"
"Traitors!"
Alliser pounded the table again as he started a long speech. "You're right!" The shouting stops as he continues. "We've committed treason, all of us. Jon Snow was my Lord Commander. I had no love for him. I never tried to make that a secret. But I never once disobeyed any of his orders. Loyalty is the foundation on which the Night's Watch is built. And the Watch means everything to me. It's all that I have left. I have given my life, we have all given our lives to the Night's Watch. Jon Snow was going to destroy the Night's Watch. He let tens of thousands of wildlings through our gates as no Lord Commander in our history has ever done before. He gave them the very land on which they reaved and raped and murdered for generations. Lord Commander Snow did what he thought was right, I've no doubt about that. And what he thought was right would have been the end of us. He thrust a terrible choice upon us. And we made it."
"Huh, well I will admit he has some bit of redemption going for him, doesn't excuse him for murdering his leader though." Brienne stated.
"Yea, but he has no honor, not like you." Tormund said causing her to shudder.
~XxX-Back in the building-XxX~
Ghost was whimpering with tears in his blood red eyes as he gently nudged his dead Master's head, as if trying to make him wake up. It was almost as if the poor Direwolf couldn't understand his lifelong companion was dead.
"He'll have seen we didn't come", Davos stated, "Thorne will have made it official by now. Castle Black is his."
"I don't care who's sitting at the high table," Edd said, "Jon was my friend. And those fuckers butchered him. Now we return the favor."
"We don't have the numbers." Davos said.
"We have a direwolf." Edd stated.
"It's not enough. I didn't know Lord Commander Snow for long, but I have to believe he wouldn't have wanted his friends to die for nothing," Davos said.
"If you were planning to see tomorrow, you picked the wrong room" countered Edd, "We all die today. I say we do our best to at least take Thorne with us when we go."
"it's always a good day to die." Tormund said.
Jaime hummed to that one.
"We need to fight, but we don't need to die. Not if we have help" Davos hinted.
"Who is gonna help us?" Edd asked.
"You're not the only ones who owe your lives to Jon Snow," Davos stated, "There's 40,000 of 'em sitting just outside Castle Black."
Edd realized what he was getting at. He addressed one of the brothers, "Bolt the door. And don't let anyone in. I'll be back as soon as I can." He left to try to get Tormund's help.
"That a boy." Tormund cheered.
"Oh piss off." Sandor grunted.
Winterfell
Ramsay Bolton was sitting beside the bed that Myranda's corpse lay on. Maester Wolkan was standing in the doorway.
"She was 11 the first time I saw her." Ramsay said, "The kennelmaster's daughter. She smelled of dog. I wasn't much older, but everybody was already afraid of me."
"You certainly were." Ramsay said to Maester Wolkan.
"Myranda wasn't, though. What could I do to her that those hounds couldn't? She was fearless. There was nothing she wouldn't do." Ramsay laid a hand on her cheek, gently stroking the dead flesh.
"Your pain will be paid for a thousand times over, my love." Ramsay said, a lone tear trailing down his left cheek, "I wish you could be here to watch."
"Shall I have a grave dug for her, my lord? Or would you rather the men build a pyre?" Maester Wolkan asked.
"Buried, burned? This is good meat" Ramsay got up and walked out. "Feed it to the hounds." Causing Maester Wolkan to be a bit horrified.
"I still don't see why he would do something so immoral." Sansa sighed.
"He's a Bolton,they have no mercy." Arya growled, "Remember what he did to you, what he would have done if he won?" she demanded as Sansa shifted uncomfortably
Later
Bolton father and son were walking down the halls of Winterfell to the Great Hall, discussing the aftermath of the battle.
"Your command of the cavalry was impressive. Thanks to you, the false king Stannis Baratheon is dead. Do you know who struck the killing blow?" Roose asked.
"No." Ramsay answered.
"A shame. I'd reward the man. Still, a great victory. Do you feel like a victor?" Roose asked coldly, causing Ramsay to look at him.
"I rebelled against the crown to arrange your marriage to Sansa Stark. Do you think that burning wagons in the night and mowing down tired, outnumbered Baratheons is the same as facing a prepared and provisioned Lannister army?" Roose asked rhetorically.
"No," Ramsay said.
"A reckoning will come," Roose said as he tried to explain the Bolton's, at best, shaky station as overlords of the North, "We need the North to face it. The entire North. They won't back us without Sansa Stark. We no longer have Sansa Stark. You played your games with her. You played your games with the heir to the Iron Islands and now they're both gone."
"I have a team of men after them with some of my best hounds. They won't get far." Ramsay said.
"I'm glad to hear it," Roose said, but he sure didn't look happy, "Without Sansa, you won't be able to produce an heir. And without an heir, well...let's hope the maesters are right and Lady Walda's carrying a boy."
"I'm just glad the Bolton line is dead at last." Tyrion snorted as he turned the page, "Why be proud of mutilating innocent men and women, makes no sense."
"Because some people have no sense brother." Jaime said.
"This is true." the imp agreed.
~XxX-Castle Black-XxX~
Thorne and several of his conspirators were outside the room that Jon's loyalist's resided in. "Ser Davos, we have no cause to fight. We are both anointed knights."
"Hear that, lads? Nothing to fear." Davos said sarcastically.
"I will grant amnesty to all brothers who throw down their arms before nightfall. And you, Ser Davos, I will allow you to travel south a free man with a fresh horse." Alliser said, though if one were to look outside, the conspirators had weapons drawn.
"And some mutton", Davos said jokingly, "I'd like some mutton."
"What?" Alliser dumbfoundedly asked.
"I'm not much of a hunter, Davos explained, "I'll need some food if I'm gonna make it south without starving."
"We'll give you food." Alliser said hesitantly. "You can bring the Red Woman with you if you like. Or you can leave her here with us, whichever you choose. But surrender by nightfall or this ends with blood.
Moment of silence follows before he hears, "Thank you, Ser Alliser. We'll discuss amongst ourselves and come back to ya with an answer."
Alliser and the traitors walk away. "Boys, I've been running from men like that all my life. In my learned opinion, we open that door- And they'll slaughter us all."
"They want to come in, they're gonna come in." One brother said.
"Aye, but we don't need to make it easy for them." Davos said.
"Edd is our only chance." One brother said.
"It's a sad fucking statement if Dolorous Edd is our only chance." Another brother said.
"There's always the Red Woman." Ser Davos said.
"What's one redhead gonna do against 40 armed men?" The one brother said.
Ser Davos looked at that brother and said, "You haven't seen her do what I've seen her do."
"Ain't that the fucking truth, that red woman had some freaky powers." Tormund said shivering.
"So dead people walking don't bother you, but a woman who can revive the dead does, that makes zero sense."Davos said looking to Tormund.
"I'm used to a dead man reviving the dead ice, not a living woman revive the dead with fire. Very different." Giantsbane stated.
"Point." the onion knight stated.
~XxX-Castle Black Courtyard: Night-XxX~
The Night's Watch members allied to Thorne were poised with crossbows pointed at the room Davos and the other Night's Watch members faithful to Jon resided in. Thorne was outside the door to the room, accompanied by several others who are loyal to him. Inside the room, Jon's body remains on the table. Davos, the faithfuls, and Ghost are all standing.
"It's time, Ser Davos." Alliser said, "Open the door and the men inside can rejoin their brothers in peace. We'll even set the wolf free north of the Wall where it belongs. Nobody needs to die tonight."
Davos turned to address the Night's Watch faithfuls. "I've never been much of a fighter", Davos announced to them. He picked up Longclaw and grasped it's hilt. "Apologies for what you're about to see." Davos unsheathed Longclaw. The faithfuls follow suit, drawing their own blades.
Thorne hears this and turns to address a Night's Watchman. "Break it down." He orders. The brother grasps the sledge hammer and starts slamming it against the door. Ghost began to growl and bark and bark at the door. Davos and company ready themselves for their inevitable battle. After a number of swings, the Night's Watchman with the hammer breaks a hole in the door. A loud thudding can be heard somewhere behind Alliser and his crew. They turn to see what the noise is. The thudding is coming from one of the courtyard's main gates.
At that moment, Wun Wun breaks down the gate and 2000 of the Wildlings led by Tormund and Edd rush into the courtyard. The Night's Watch loyal to Alliser have bows drawn at the Wildlings but do not fire. They back up slowly.
"Ahh, memories, how that was don't you agree." Tormund said placing a hand to his head dramatically.
"You have issues man." Sandor stated.
"Don't we all?" Tormund said.
The group sighed as they shook their heads. What was wrong with this guy?
"Attack!" Thorne shouts.
Thorne draws his sword. One poor fool charged Tormund. Tormund parries his sword before slicing the Night's Watchmen in the neck, killing him. The other Night's Watch members become too scared to retaliate, seeing as there are more than a thousand of Free Folk.
"Fight, you fucking cowards!" Alliser Throne shouts in frustration.
One Night's Watchman on the balcony shoots Wun Wun in the shoulder with a crossbow bolt. Wun Wun turns to face the poor sap, then grabs him by the legs pulling him out of the balcony, slams him against a wall, causing his head to explode. He then tosses the headless corpse to the ground in front of Thorne. The Night's Watch members allied to Thorne begin dropping their weaponry. Tormund and Edd approach Alliser, swords still drawn.
Alliser looked at Edd with fury shining in his eyes as he said, "You fucking traitor."
"The only traitors here, are the ones who shoved their knives into their Lord Commander's heart." Edd said
"For thousands of years the Night's Watch has held Castle Black against the Wildlings." Thorne said.
"Until you." Tormund mocked.
Olly shouts and charges at Tormund with his sword. Tormund grabs Olly and disarms him, then tosses him to another man who restrains him. Two men take Thorne by the arms.
"Throw them into the cells where they belong. We'll deal with them later." Edd says.
"To easy."Davos said smirking, "They had no idea we were ready for them." he stated.
"Nope, and they certainly got what was coming to them too." Jaime said, "I can't stand-ok this may sound hypocritical, but I don't like traitors." he stated.
"In our world, not possible to hate a traitor who is a traitor." Sandor sighed out as he shuffled his body a bit in his seat.
"A excellent point." Brienne nodded.
The men drag Thorne, Olly and the 10 Night's Watch betrayers away. Tormund, Edd and Davos entered the room where Jon's body was. They stared down at him and his wounds.
"Took a lot of knives." Tormund remarked. "I'll have my men get the wood for a pyre ready." Tormund walked out after that.
~XxX-Winterfell: Dining Hall-XxX~
Roose, Ramsay and Harrion Karstark were gathered at the dining table, talking. Ramsay and Harrion were standing, while Roose remains seated at the head of the table.
"We came upon the bodies on our way here", Harrion Karstark, current Lord of Karhold informed Roose.
"Half a dozen men? Your best hunters? Really?" Roose drawled out at Ramsay.
"They obviously had help." Ramsay defended.
"I didn't think lady Sansa killed them all by herself." Roose deadpanned before addressing Harrion Karstark, "Thank you for this report, Lord Kastark."
"We know where she's going. Her brother's at Castle Black." Ramsay said.
"Ned Stark's last surviving son?" the Lord Karstark asked.
"Jon Snow is a bastard, not a Stark." Roose viciously retorted.
Ramsay gave Roose a look and said, "So was I, Father."
"Yea, nobody will consider Ramsey Bolton a legitimate son of Roose, not after all he did during the war." Davos snorted.
"I think he got what was coming.' Jaime said.
"Indeed." Tywin said crossing his arms.
"Your hold on the North will never be secure as long as someone with Stark blood can walk through that door." Harrion pointed out.
"Castle Black isn't defended on the southern side. And the few men left are barely men at all. Farm boys and thieves. With a small force we could storm the castle, kill Jon Snow –" Ramsay proposed but was interrupted by his father.
"Have you taken leave of your sense, boy? Murder the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch? You'd unite every house in the North against us," Roose incredulously retorted. It was an unspoken rule that unless the Lord Commander betrays the realm, the Northern houses don't touch the Lord Commander.
Ramsay had a 'so what' look on his face and said, "We don't need every house in the North. The Umber's, the Manderly's, and the Karstark's, command more soldiers than all the other houses combined. With their support, none could challenge us."
"The Stark's lost my house the day King Rob cut off my father's head" Harrion said bitterly, "It's time for new leadership in the North."
Roose looked at both his son and lord Karstark. He got up and stood in front of them. "If you acquire a reputation as a mad dog, you'll be treated as a mad dog. Taken out back and slaughtered for pig feed."
Maester Wolkan then enters the room. "My lords. Lady Walda has given birth. A boy. Red-cheeked and healthy."
"My congratulations, Lord Bolton." Lord Karstark sad, as was customary of a vassal.
Ramsay steps towards his father and they share a hug, "Congratulations, Father. I look forward to meeting my new brother." He made it seem like he was actually interested.
Roose clasped Ramsay's shoulder and looked him in the eye, "You'll always be my son."
Ramsay actually seemed to be genuinely touched by the look in his eyes and the emotion in his voice, "Thank you for saying that. It means a great deal to me."
Ramsay then smiled insanely and stabbed Roose in the gut's three times with a dagger he had hidden in his sleeve. Roose fell to the ground, holding his one hand over his gushing wounds with the other trying to prop himself up.
"Can we skip the needless death, I would very much appreciate it." Sansa pleaded.
"Sorry, but no can do, we can read it, but not comment for the time being if you'd like My lady." Tyrion said sympathetically to the redhead.
"Thank you Lord Tyrion." Sansa said bowing slightly.
"Whoo hoo, that felt great. Not as good as when I killed Domeric, but still great," Ramsay said with insanity shining in his face and an insane smile on his face.
"You?" Roose asked. Roose had often wondered who killed his firstborn son, yet he could never figure it out.
"Of course it was me! Domeric had everything I wanted, including being the heir to House Bolton! So I poisoned him so I would be your only son!" Ramsay says in anger.
Roose shows anger on his face for the first and last time as bloods spills from his mouth, "I should have killed you when your mother presented you to me, bastard."
Ramsay smiled and said, "Yes, father. Yes you should have." Roose succumbed to his wounds and died. Ramsay took a cloth from the table to clean his knife.
"Maester Wolkan, send ravens to all the Northern houses. Roose Bolton is dead. Poisoned by our enemies." Ramsay ordered.
The old fat Maester did not immediately respond, staring down at Roose's corpse.
"Wolkan!" Ramsay shouted at the man, waking the man from his stupor. "How did he die?"
Maester Wolkan paused for moment before saying with a fear filled voice, "Poisoned by his enemies." In his fear, he forgot to address Ramsay as Lord.
"You're talking to your lord. Use respect." Karstark ordered.
" Forgive me, my lord." Wolkan begged, as he did NOT want to be Ramsay's next victim.
"Send for Lady Walda and the baby." Ramsay ordered.
"She needs resting, my lord." Wolkan tried to protest, but Ramsay's annoyed glare shut him up. Wolkan resigned the girl to her fate. There was nothing he could really do, not without losing his own life. "At once, my lord." He left to go summon her.
Ramsay stares down at Roose's body, smiling like a madman. He finally was the true master of his house now.
"I feel so bad for her, having just had a child and soon about to be killed for nothing more than birthing a rightful heir." Arya said.
"Well, madness doesn't lurk in just the Targaryen's child, this is what happens when those who taste power are forced to understand they don't hold all the power." Tywin explained, "Let that be one lesson that sticks with you." he told her and got a nod.
~XxX-An hour later: Winterfell Courtyard-XxX~
Ramsay was standing in the courtyard, waiting for Walda and her baby. Eventually, the fat woman came up to him, holding her son in her arms.
Turned to her with a somewhat innocent smile "There he is." He said.
"Isn't he wonderful?" Walda asked, oblivious to what was about to happen to her. She shows Ramsay her son, nonetheless.
"May I hold him?" He asks, feigning interest and care, as if he couldn't possibly want to just bash this babies head in.
"Of course." She said. She held him out, and Ramsey held him. The despite being newborn, had their father's pale eyes, making Ramsey any doubts about what he was going to do to the little babe.
"Have you named him yet?" Ramsey asked, honestly curious.
"I named him Domeric, after Lord Bolton's last son." Walda said.
Though Ramsay had no outward expression, inside he was furious. 'Yep, he's DEFINITELY going to die now.' Still, had to keep up appearances. "Little brother." He said.
Ramsey handed little Domeric back to Walda. "Lord Bolton sent for us. Have you seen him?" She asked. Poor girl, if she had been smarter, she wouldn't have met Ramsey all alone.
"Of course. Follow me, Mother." He said, and began leading her to the kennel's. Ramsay and Walda walk inside. The dogs are all barking at Walda.
"Where is Lord Bolton?" Walda asked, suddenly starting to get worried. Ramsay does not answer her as he walks toward the end of the kennel's. The dogs bark even louder.
"Down!" Ramsay commands his hounds, which they stop barking. The baby Domeric started crying. "It's all right. Come on, shh." Walda said. Ramsey starts opening the kennels.
"Walda, flee." Arya whispered to herself, despite already knowing the outcome.
"Poor lass, doesn't even know what his madness has in store for her." Tormund said softly.
" It's cold out here, Ramsay. I need to feed him." Walda tried to tell Ramsey. The man didn't listen as he opened the last kennel.
"Ramsay, where is your father? Ramsay? Where is Lord Bolton?" She pleaded.
Ramsey turns around and faces Walda.
"I am the Lord of House Bolton now, bitch." Ramsey says with a smirk.
The fat crying woman looks at her son then back to him. "Ramsay. Ramsay, please. I'll leave Winterfell. I'll go back to the Riverlands." Walda pleaded, but Ramsey didn't care. "Please. Ramsay. He's your brother." Walda begged for what would be the final time.
"I preferred it when I was an only child." Ramsey said.
Ramsey whistles at the dogs. They exit their pens and attack Walda and the baby Domeric. Walda screams as the hounds slowly tear her and her baby to shreds.
The major portion of the group untouched by madness shivered at the scene. Joffery only grinned, this was what those with power should do when they have nobody to contest them.
~XxX-Castle Black: Melisandre's Chamber-XxX~
"Finally, away from the bullshit, and to the fun stuff." Davos sighed.
"Yea, even I have to say I agree with you on that one. Can't stand fuckers like that Bolton bastard." Sandor said clearing his throat.
"And yet, you served one." Arya said.
"Not by choice child, remember that." the Hound responded.
Melisandre was sitting at the fireplace. She hears someone knock on the door. "Come in." Davos opens the door and enter the room to see Melisandre sitting in front of the fireplace.
"I'm sorry, my lady. I didn't mean to interrupt." Davos apologized.
"You interrupt nothing." She said solemnly
Davos looks at the fireplace and then at Melisandre. She looked so pitiful right now, wallowing in her own self-pity. "I assume you know why I'm here." Davos stated.
"I will after you tell me." She said, not turning to face him.
"It's about the Lord Commander." Davos said.
"The former Lord Commander." Melisandre corrected.
"Does he have to be?" Davos asked, hinting at what he really wanted.
Melisandre looks at Davos. "What are you asking?" She asked.
"She knew exactly what I was asking." Davos sputtered.
"Explain in better detail next time." Tywin stated.
"It's not that hard to comprehend." he told the feared lion.
"Do you know of any magic...that could help him? Bring him back to life?" Davos asked. He didn't like the idea of disturbing the dead, but Jon was their best chance at surviving the Long Night. He understood the White Walkers better than anybody else, and Davos had learned years ago the Melisandre was capable of things that defy all common sense.
"If you want to help him, leave him be." Melisandre dismissed.
"Can it be done?" Davos asked desperately.
"There are some with this power." Melisandre admitted.
"How?" Davos pressed.
"I don't know." She admitted.
"Have you seen it done?", Davos asked.
Melisandre pondered for a moment before saying, "I met a man who came back from the dead, but the priest who did it - It shouldn't have been possible."
"But it was. It could be now." Davos said.
"For a fight against the Night King, Jon was and will always bethe best choice as a leader." Tormund said nodding.
"You know, that might be the most intelligent thing you've said so far." Jaime said to the fire haired man.
"I'm smart enough, strong enough, I don't have to be a well taught man to know who fights for the living and who doesn't." he said as Jaime once more shrugged.
"Not for me." She said in despair. She stands and walks away from her chair. Davos walks towards her.
"Not for you? I saw you drink poison that should've killed you. I saw you give birth to a demon made of shadows." Davos stated.
"Yea, still creeped out over that one." Davos said as several people looked to him, "Don't ask, I'd rather not remember the event." he told them.
"Everything I believed, the great victory I saw in the flames, all of it was a lie." Melisandre said brokenly. She looks at Davos and said "You were right all along. The Lord never spoke to me."
"Fuck him, then. Fuck all of them. I'm not a devout man, obviously. Seven Gods, drowned gods, tree gods, it's all the same."
Davos comes a step closer to the Red Woman, "I'm not asking the Lord of Light for help. I'm asking the woman who showed me that miracles exist."
"I don't have this power," She whispered.
"Have you ever even tried?" Davos asked, to which Melisandre couldn't answer, because the truth is, she never had tried.
"Davos my friend, I think you might be the most intelligent man in the world with what you just convinced a zealot to try and accomplish." Sam said grinning, "Like I may have been quite for most of this, but wow, Never seen that one coming."
A few minutes later
Davos, Tormund, Edd, and Melisandre were gathered around Jon's body. Ghost was sleeping on the floor. The Red Woman was performing her ritual. She wrings out a wet cloth with which she cleans out the Jon's stab wounds. She cuts some his hair and beard and throws those hairs into a brazier. Then she places her hands on Jon's chest and utters a series of incantations in High Valyrian.
"Please," Melisandre eventually begged her god.
After several more moments of nothing happening, Melisandre lets her hands down slowly. She has tears in her eyes and looks to Davos. Tormund scoffs and exits, followed by Melisandre and Edd. Davos lingers and stares at Jon's body, but eventually exits.
~XxX-The Next Day-XxX~
The remaining men of the Night's Watch (excluding those 12 conspirators), Davos, Melisandre, Ghost, and the Elders and leaders of the Freefolk were gathered at the Weirwood tree that the Night's Watch says their oaths to pay their final respects to Jon.
"We are gathered here today before the Old Gods to pay our final respects to Jon Snow, 998th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch", Edd began since he was basically defacto leader of the Watch until another election could be held. "Jon and I didn't get along when we first met. See, for those of you who don't know, Jon Snow was born out of wedlock, so despite being Ned Stark's son, he was considered illegitimate. While he grew up with his half-siblings, certain people like Lady Stark would go out of their way to make him feel unwanted, even when he was just a kid. This eventually drove him to join the Night's Watch, because he had heard how your birth doesn't matter when you're one of the brothers."
"He came off as arrogant when we first met. He spent most of his life holding back, so he was eager to show how good he was. Me, Grenn, and Pyp almost slit his throat for it. I'm glad we didn't," Edd chuckled, "Jon was a great man. He was the leader we turned to when the Night was darkest. Jon was only one among us brothers willing to make the truly hard choices that nobody else wanted to make or could make. Not Mormont, not Thorne, Jon. He didn't deserve to be stabbed in the back by his own men, simply for doing everything to ensure humanities survival. And now his watch had ended. May you rest in peace, old friend. We'll probably be joining you soon enough."
With his piece done, Edd threw the torch onto the fire and everyone present watched as the pyre slowly started burning. Within a few minutes the entire pyre was burning. They all stood vigil with solemn expression on their faces.
"And cue the weird shit." Sandor said snapping a finger.
"How do you know that?" Arya asked.
"Cuz, this is a story, about, weird shit is bound to happen." he told the little she-wolf.
"Huh, you know what, you might just be right." Arya said.
"What's that?" One of the Elders said, pointing at the heart tree. Everyone present turned to see what this elder was pointing at. The eyes of the face on the Weirwood were glowing a very eerie purple. "It's not supposed to do that, right?" One of the Elder's asked. Everyone turned back to Jon's body and everyone realized something.
His body wasn't burning.
Even in the flames, the members gathered could see the color return to his dead flesh, as his clothes had been mostly burned to ash. Though only Ghost could hear it, his once dead master's heart beat for the first time since his death, causing the Direwolf to howl in delight.
THUMP THUMP
The 8 stab wounds all over Jon's abdomen and the one in the center of his chest, closed themselves, showing only scars.
THUMP THUMP
His beard burned off as his chest expanded and contracted, filling his lungs with air again.
THUMP THUMP
His black hair turned such a pale color, that it actually looked as white as snow. It also shortened and changed shape, becoming spiky.
"Is he?" Jaime looked to his brother who shrugged.
"THere's no way." the imp said.
"You're right, it might just change everything for us." Jaime said getting comfortable once again,
THUMP THUMP
His hands clenched into fists as he eyes squinted, struggling to open.
THUMP THUMP
Finally, Jon eyes snapped open. Instead of his original Stark gray eyes, his irises were now a vibrant shade of royal purple with black sclera.
"Oh shit." Cersei muttered.
"Well, that explains quite a bit if you ask me." Brienne said to herself.
"Me, he's still a small peckered son of a bitch." Tormund huffed.
THUMP THUMP
The Dragon had finally awoken.
"So, he really is a fucking Targaryen." Tywin muttered under his breath, "Well, this just got interesting... Let the games begin." he stated.
Ok, so a 2 in 1 chapter, and sadly I didn't really know what to do when it came to Walda/Ramsey/Roose all fucking up the shit in the plot, cuz I never really had to write a reaction to a death that I PERSONALLY wrote up, cuz if you think about it; Game of Thrones is a series of DEATH/SEX/FIGHTING and sometimes a mix of two or all three portions of the aforementioned trio. Anyways, I hope all of you LIKE/FOLLOW/FAVORITE this story to show it some love and don't forget to COMMENT/REVIEW to tell me what you think.
