The time is now. After centuries and centuries of waiting, preparation and planning, the time has come to start moving.

They had planned everything methodically. They learned from their two previous defeats. This time they would not attack everything they could at the same time but would go target by target. The first target would be Westeros, the place where magic is least present in the whole world, consequently the most defenseless against them.

Sure, they have that pesky gigantic magical wall that prevents them from reaching the south, Brandon was smart to build it, but they know well that their ancient enemy had created a security. He thought that someday the wall would not be necessary, he created an artifact capable of knocking it down, a horn that with a single blow would break the magic that keeps the wall standing and make it fall.

Unfortunately, the man was smart, the horn could not be used by anyone other than a living human, and it was protected in a place that could not be accessed thanks to various enchantments placed on the site.

In normal time, thanks to all the precautions Brandon had taken, the wall would never have fallen if there was a threat to the north... normally. Centuries passed and people forgot, they forgot that those who stayed north of the wall did so as a vanguard in case one day the icy threats returned, they forgot the spells placed on the structures and objects, they forgot even where the horn is.

But they did not forget, they never did. Now the people north of the wall are fighting with the people south of the wall and it is something they plan to take advantage of.

They will start to harass them, attack their villages, raise their dead, force them to go further and further south and consequently increase their clashes with the protectors of the wall.

In that way they will wear themselves out. And not only will they wear themselves out, but someone will do it, someone will take the horn out of that place that protects it, someone will take it out allowing them to finally get their cold hands on it. After that they will only need to get a human and force him to blow. The guard and the free people will be too busy fighting each other to even notice what is going on.

The plan has many, many more nuances, but in a grand summary that's it.

It is a plan that will take time, several more years. But they are patient, they have already waited centuries which is a few more years.

The blue eyes of the entity turned to one of the corpses he had recently picked up. A girl who must not be more than five seven years old.

She had just come from having a duel with one of those night guards, it was easy, very easy. There were three of them and he had challenged the one who looked like his best fighter, the whole combat was nothing more than a game. The man had neither the physical qualities nor the talent to have even the slightest chance, not to mention that his steel weapon lacked any magic that could hurt the icy specter.

One got away, or rather they let him get away. He would strike fear into the hearts of the southerners, that would be good, a frightened man is one prone to mistakes.

But in any case, his gaze was drawn to the girl because somehow, she had moved without his command to do so. She began to walk with a smile on her face and bouncy steps. The fact that she was surrounded by the reanimated corpses of her family made the sight somewhat eerie, even for a being like him.

"Has the cat got your tongue?" uttered the girl.

The supernatural being's eyelids opened wide as the girl uttered those words in a language that only her kind can speak.

"Fear... It's a sensation you're not used to feeling, isn't it?" the girl asked teasingly, making those words composed of sounds like ice cracking come out of her mouth.

"W-what are you?" he managed to ask in turn while pointing towards the girl his sword, which blade is made of magic ice.

Never in his long existence had he felt such fear. He had not felt it when he faced giants and their mammoths, nor when he fought in the first long night, nor did he feel it when he saw the humans and children of the forest rise in their war after they killed his father. None of those fears were as intense as the one he feels now.

The worst part is that he can't even say why "Yes... Fear is something all you mortals have in common, even yours who can live for millennia are ingrained with that weakness" The girl was now beside him, close, so close that he could feel the air expel from her mouth at every word she utters.

She is within cutting distance, he can move his sword with speed and precision and cut her in two in a single blink of an eye, I try to do it, I can't manage to move a millimeter.

"But how rude of me, you are asking me questions and me ignoring them" She laughs as if she came from saying joke "What am I, I am someone who can make that little plan of yours much easier to carry out."

When she finished speaking, the wraith couldn't stop himself from looking at her in surprise. No one, other than him and his generals, should know of her plans to the full extent, all to prevent the great green seer from discovering them.

"How do you know?" he managed to ask, not without letting fear creep into his tone of voice.

"The necromancy of yours is pathetic. They connect like a hive mind to the corpses they control, a dead brain would hardly notice, but that hive mind of yours is two ways, I only use this body and I can read your mind like an open book" I explain the girl with the same tone of voice someone would use to describe the weather to you.

I try to immediately cut the connection with that corpse, but it was something impossible to achieve.

"Two way, when you deal with corpses it's easy to be the master of the relationship, but when you do it with a conscious mind it's not so easy anymore, you can't cut the link if I don't want you to" The girl laughed again this time mocking him.

"W-who are you?" he asked again trying to hide the fear now almost all consuming his heart.

The girl smiled, she smiled so much that the skin of her jaw opened to the point of showing all her teeth and gums, at the same time her eyes began to glow with a blue glow, the sight was grim, even by wraith standards "I dear, I am the supreme lord of the undead, the master of torture, the king of rape, I am the one to allow you to accomplish your goal with results you would not expect even in your most ambitious dreams, I dear, I am Molag Bal"