The Warriors of Winterfell

by black dragon

For thousands of years the people of the North had been known as barbarians and savages. People who know nothing of the culture and traditions of the south. But what if they are not as dumb or naive as you think? What if they are only hiding their true resourcefulness? Major AU you have been warned.

12. To the True North

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GAME OF THRONES THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

A/n: Alright folks let me make something clear to you all. Anyone who makes a very derogatory review will have it removed and reported to administration. The last person who reviewed on this story had their review removed for that purpose. It was not even constructive criticism it was straight up derogatory. So they were reported and their review removed. I had dealt with this crap for more then 15 years and now I can just delete them. If you can't give me a clear constructive criticism of this writing then don't leave derogatory reviews.

Anyways that was taken cared of sorry about that. The reason why I wrote that rant was because someone left a very nasty review and I was so angry by it that I wanted to throw the computer out the door. They never explained why they thought the story was bad, but they just posted nasty things about the story and about me. So I had them removed and reported to administration. To make things clear English may not be my first language but speaking it and writing it are two different things. Don't straight up say something's bad without explanation.

On another note I apologize quite a lot because it took so long to write this. The reason being is because of Hurricane LAME! * cough * Lane. I blame that blasted storm for making me work double at both my jobs damn you to HELL!

With that being said on with the story summary. Warning this would be a more one side perspective.

WARRIORS OF WINTERFELL

Chapter 12: To the True North

WINTERFELL

Robb Stark was at the moment pulling a very nasty weed from the field. The weed had grown in the middle of the field during the last harvest. It was an annoying plant that when pulled would not yield much. But after days of digging deep and with Grey Wind's help he finally managed to pull it out. When he did he saw that it indeed had been placed deep within the ground. The roots were thick and the branches spiny. The plant was also poisonous with its leaves leaving burns along the skin. He had to put on an extra layer of clothes to protect his skin from being burned. When he was finally happy to be free of it he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally," he said and glared at Grey Wind. The plant doesn't bother him because his thick fur protected him from its effects. The only sign of the plants influence is on his nose where the bare skin would come into contact with the plant. Luckily a muzzle helps to protect it. He may not like the muzzle but it was to keep him safe.

"Oh thank the Gods!" he said holding the large plant up.

"Did you get it my lord?" asked one of the farmers.

"Yes I got it out finally! Now to see what kind of plant it is," Robb said to him as he threw it in the back of a wagon after wrapping it up in a thick sack. The sack was to prevent any of its seeds from getting into the soil. Though the plant does not look like it would be sprouting flowers any time soon. As he headed back to Winterfell a raven flew overhead. It's tired wings and erratic movements suggested a bird that has flown a long way. Hurrying towards the castle Robb had to hand the plant to one of the Maesters who was studying Herbology at the library. The Maester was more then happy to take it while he worked his way up to his father's solar.

Of course he had to stop in his room to change and then rushed in just as his father held his eyes.

"Ah good you got here just in time. I just was on my way back from harvesting the fish from the fish pools when I saw the raven," he said. It was the day that Eddard Stark would be helping the fishermen.

As he read the note his face was grim.

"Summon the council this needs to be addressed now." he said.

THE WESTERN MOUNTAIN RANGE

The Northwest Mountain Range is a range of mountains that stretches from the Wolfswood to the Wall. Along the way the freezing cold temperatures and the occasional passing mountain clansman. But for Jon and Dany the way could not have been more harsh.

"Damn if I wasn't cold back in Ironrath I would be an icicle now," Dany grumbled as they continued along the mountain path.

"It won't be far now Dany there is an outpost up ahead we can rest there," Jon said looking at the map that was given to him by Lord Forester. Ghost trotted alongside their horses he was getting larger and Jon hopes that he too would be able to ride him someday. The direwolf was about the size of a small horse which was about his midriff. A little larger and he would be large enough according to the book.

Right now though Jon was just practicing his Warging. Something that was asked to do by Lord Stark in his letter.

Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen

I know both of you have a hard task ahead of you being of Valyrian blood and the last of the Targaryen line. Jon as the crowned prince's heir you are charged with the protection of the Kingdom. The Great Long Night is coming and the last one was over a generation long. Meaning you and Dany have to be ready. Your dragons need to be ready for battle at the moment's notice. With Sansa's disappearance it could mean a setback in our plans. We need to prepare the kingdom for the coming of the Night King. We don't know how much longer the Wall's magic is going to hold, but if we can we will try to hold them off for as long as we are able.

But we need your dragons.

Dragon fire are one of the few things that can hurt an Other. The flames themselves are imbued with magic making them hotter then normal fires. Your Valyrian ancestors knew this and harnessed this power for their own gain. Unfortunately they used their power and knowledge for the wrong reasons. They used it to gain power in the Eastern Continent and with the lives of many slaves built their kingdom and their magic. It was this use of blood magic that also led to their fate with the Doom. Only your ancestors knew the true consequence of their actions and fled to Dragonstone your ancestral seat. By refusing to use blood magic to further his gain Aegon the Conqueror used his dragons to bring together the realm. But even so your family squandered their chance with the Dance of Dragons. By killing off the last of the dragons and by selfishly caging them their magic diminished and they too perished.

I had done extensive research into their fiery secrets and found that dragons harvest the heat of the sun. The sun is the hottest thing out there and it is the source of light and fire for dragons. They also harness the heat of the earth from active volcanoes. You both studied this back here in Winterfell, and you shall learn more at the Northern Grove Sanctuary. Though the dragons are ice dragons they still breathe fire. You must continue on North without the others. I've left instructions on what they are to do in terms of finding Sansa and returning her home.

But you two are my key players and I need you both if we are to survive this.

I send my love and my best wishes to you both.

Eddard Stark Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.

The letter was very descriptive and informative on what they should do. Even still they both worry for Sansa's safety after all she was like an extended sister to them. Even Dany would tell Jon stories of what the girls did while the men where in the fields or repairing homes or towers.

But as they went further into the mountains and further north the cold was starting to get to them. As it neared nightfall Ghost was the first to see the outpost. He whined before darting towards the specks of light ahead. Jon and Dany seeing it through the rising blizzard followed.

The outpost was a large building that was built into the rock face. The mountain that it resides on was bare the further up you go. Dany and Jon were following the road through the mountain pass when they got caught in one of the many blizzards that blows through. Ghost began to claw at the door whining the entire time. Jon and Dany were quick to put their horses away in the shelter beside the building and then opened the door for Ghost.

The place was noisy as travelers from all around were gathered in here. Jon recognized Free folk and some mountain clansmen who are seeking shelter inside. Soft music was playing from the corner where a group of minstrels were playing instruments nearby. The music stopped when they spotted Ghost as the direwolf made his way to the fire and plopped down for a snooze. Then all heads turned to look at Jon and Dany who stood by the door.

The silence was intense as if someone was going to do something.

"Welcome friends! Come and warm yourselves by my fire. I have food and drink for you all." said a female voice.

Both Jon and Dany turned to see a woman clad in a simple warm wool dress approach them. She was the first to greet them and when she did all activity returned. The music started to play once more and voices started to return to the main hall. The woman led them to a counter where it was obvious that she was the Innkeeper. Both Jon and Dany were glad to finally get something out of this gloomy day.

"Welcome travelers I get much traffic as they come through here do you need food? Drink? Or a warm bed?" she asked.

"We would like all three please," Jon said to her.

Dany pulled out a sack from her side and gave her ten gold dragons. The woman bit into it and smiled, "The full service it is. I have some food if you are interested; warm meats and stews brewing in the kitchen," she said.

"I take the stew," Dany said.

"I take a roast and any left over bones for him," Jon said pointing to Ghost.

The direwolf's snores were evident as one of the men leaned down to look at him then back at Jon.

"It is not everyday that you see a direwolf here south of the wall. Though we have them on occasion here in the mountains they are a rare sight. How did you get one for a pet?" asked the Innkeeper as she served them up their food.

"My uncle found the mother dead in the woods and she had six pups. One for each of my cousins and me," said Jon.

The woman then smiled knowing, "So it is true Lord Stark's nephew is traveling north to the wall," she said. Everyone turned towards them and cheered, "All hail the true King of Westeros!" they said.

Dany giggled when Jon's face went red.

"You must be Princess Daenerys it is an honor to meet you," she said.

"The pleasure is mine," Dany said.

"How did you know?" Jon asked.

"Everyone in the North knows about Lord Stark finding a dead direwolf on the road. They even tell of how he gotten direwolf pups for his children and they had to train them. Plus the patches on your clothes tells me your origins," she said pointing to the Warrior patches on the sides of their clothes.

"Oh so you are well versed then," Dany said.

"I see many travelers all of them telling me many stories. The Freefolk here tell me tales from the True North while the Northmen here tell me about the goings of the lands. I don't see much southerners though as you can tell," she said.

"We thank you very much Innkeeper," Jon said to her.

"Now then why don't I get you both to your room. I am sure you both want to sleep together for safety is that right?" she said. They both nodded as Jon called to Ghost who followed.

The room itself was not as lavish or as grand as any hold. But it had a small fireplace for them as well as warm wools and blankets for this cold climate. The sounds of the blizzard filled the skies outside and from the howling winds it would be a long one.

WINTERFELL

Down in the dark depths of the castle of Winterfell the Septa floated in a hot bath. Her chambers which were hidden from all but Lord Tyrion and Lord Stark. She stared at the screen above her looking and remembering what was said during the meeting just hours before.

It was not a pleasant one that was for sure. Lord Stark informed them of something sinister that happened down south.

The death of King Robert Baratheon.

King's Robert's death was by no means a coincidence. His death caused by an animal that had gotten lucky. He was drunk at the time and wanted to go on a hunt. When he came back he was heavily wounded and Maester Pycelle could not do much for the king. Varys had shown them the wounds of the king while he laid in his deathbed. But not before he was asked to come to the chambers of the king. It was there that the King insisted that he speak to Varys.

The Septa replayed the message that Varys had recorded on his mirror.

Inside the chambers of King Robert

"You wish to speak to me my King?" Varys said.

"You...Spider I know you are good with getting messages out. I want you to tell Ned Stark what has happened here. I want your fastest messengers to tell him the truth. Tell him that I fear for Myrcella and Tommen's life. Joffrey the spoiled brat is to be King according to that bitch I call a wife. I * cough * want Stannis to be King. He should be king not my spoiled son. Tommen would have made a better King then he but he is too young and Cersei wouldn't let him train with a sword. All my attempts to train him in secret were countered by that bitch. Myrcella is showing signs of wanting to learn as well. But I fear for them, for all of my children. Stannis is to be King Regent until Tommen comes of age to rule. If he still wants the crown that is. I also have many bastards that need protection Joffrey that prick I wouldn't doubt that he would want to kill every single one of them. Protect them Varys, hide them, save them do what you can," with this the King dismissed Varys and the man walked away but not before taking an object that was hanging in his room with him.

The message went black afterwards.

The Septa sighed as she let the video finish. Lord Stark had played it for everyone and sent it out to his wife and Lord Tyrion who also had mirrors. Arya didn't have that luxury, but at least she knew where to send messages. After sending the messages to them the Lord dismissed them with plans to accept the Prince and Princess when they arrived.

Both of them were older then they should be to start training, but the Septa was determined to start them off. Ser Rodrick was also insistent on teaching them also and so would take Tommen under his wing. The Septa of course would be teaching Myrcella and if it comes to her coming to Winterfell. But she knew in her gut that the Queen would make sure they do not head north. As she emerged from the waters of her hot tub to dry herself off. She made her way towards the center of her chambers.

The fossilized remains of what was once wood was etched into the round. It gave a mysterious appearance as she walked over it. The coloring was still there, but she knew what once was wood is now stone.

The Septa walked further in to where and empty space is. This was once a garage where her car was once kept. The car had not made it to this world but the garage did. The empty space became her personal meditation room. The room itself has many candles around it that when melted only go into specially made pots to become candles again. The mat that was woven on the ground provided a place for her to meditate and to focus her thoughts.

As she sat down on her knees she tried to still her energy as she looked at the photos of her loved ones on the wall. Pictures of her family remained up there and their faces help to keep her sane and to help her go on. Their ashes were kept in urns along with their images which helps her spirit. She already sent them on their way to the land of the dead so their souls are no longer here. But as tradition in her country back on Earth she would place the urns of her family members on their graves.

They asked her to keep them in the house to help her bring peace.

Those were the last words her family agreed upon before they got here.

WESTEROS MANY CENTURIES AGO

"Mother what are you going to do when we die?" asked a small eight year old girl.

The woman smiled down on her youngest child who was no more then eight. It was a strange sentence to ask a child, but that was the girl's school project. Young Angelina was busy trying to put that to paper for her school. Her son and daughter both a year older then her are also doing homework.

"I don't know if you die before me maybe make a flower garden in your name?" she said.

"Maybe mom will build a shrine with all our pictures in it. So that way she can cry," said the girl's older brother Alex.

"Shut up Alex!" Angelina yelled.

"Alex stop pestering your sister!" said Jacob the eldest child said to him.

"But Jake, Angy wants to write about morbid things," Alex said.

"It's for school stupid so stop messing around," said Jacob to Alex.

"I was just…?" Alex stopped when the sound of rumbling could be heard.

"What is that?" the woman said as she stood up.

"Mom!" the children said to each other. Suddenly crying could be heard as the youngest child was seen running towards them. Her cries of fear were heard as she rushed into her mother's arms.

"Harold!" the woman shouted.

The man Harold rushed in, "Everyone its a major earthquake come on," he said as he picked up Angelina and Alex. Jacob ran with them out of the room towards the main hallway. Suddenly the ground began to burst as cracks appeared.

"Run!" the woman shouted.

Everyone rushed out of the house and down the streets. They were being followed by hundreds of others as their house fell to the massive explosions that took place not far from where they were. Looking out into the sky the woman stared into the horizon with horror as a huge cloud was heading towards them.

END FLASHBACK

Dark eyes opened and the room darkened to the shrine of the family once again. The memories of the past still haunt the woman today. The Septa sighed as she remembered that day. It was the day that changed her life and that of her families forever.

She stood up and began to make her way towards her sleeping chambers. The old sheets and the mattress are still there. Once in a while she would renew the cotton stuffing or replace the springs but it withstood the test of time. The silk outer layer is still the same as always. She sighed when she saw it. A soft smile came over her at the memory of making it. But it was all gone now and for more pressing matters that laid ahead as she looked in the direction of rock she knew led north.

Jon, Dany may the Gods watch over your battles friends she thought.

NORTHWESTERN MOUNTAIN RANGE

The fire was burning hot when Jon stoked the flames the eggs were kept in. Though Jon trusted the Innkeeper he did not trust some of her guests. The guard that stood at the door to the inn was a huge Freefolk man. The other who stood near the kitchens was a man from the mountain clans. Though the woman herself was one of the mountain folk her husband was Freefolk who came from the True North. Jon and Dany insisted he tell them what to expect when they go past the Wall at the Shadow Tower.

So the woman's husband Baal had come to their room that night to tell them about the True North. What to expect there and how to best prepare. He knew who Jon and Dany were when he entered Westeros. The last of the Valyrian dragons had an image on those north of the Wall. The whole time he was there he went over Free Folk customs and the different tribes who live in the True North. How to greet chieftains and how to treat the different folks.

The whole time Dany and Jon absorbed this and was waiting for a time for them to prepare. When the hour grew late Baal excused himself and made his way to where his wife was busy with the kitchen.

There was only one bed in the room they rented for the night, but it was a large bed for the more high ranked individuals. Dany and Jon managed to sleep on both ends of the bed and often made jokes of * sleeping * together.

But as the last of the candle's light faded Jon and Dany slept on in their beds with the fires going. Ghost slept next to the fire keeping the eggs safe from those who would harm them. The blizzard continued blowing hard outside.

A FEW HOURS LATER

The quiet sounds of footsteps was the first thing that Jon noticed through his connection to Ghost. The direwolf's head was already up and his eyes searching, but as his nose twitched he knew the scent. The door opened quietly and the Innkeeper whose name they found out was Nala entered. She closed the door and rushed to their bed.

"My lord you must wake," she said quietly.

Dany who had heard Nala's voice rose from bed.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Some strange men entered the Inn not an hour before." she said and that alerted them both.

"Were they asking for us?" Jon asked.

"I don't know Baal said that these men are not the normal traders on this route. They carry weapons in concealment meaning they might be looking for someone," said Nala.

Both Dany and Jon were ready with their weapons unsheathed.

As it turns out the sounds of someone dying filled their halls. Jon and Dany held their weapons while Ghost growled low in his throat. His red eyes glowing with malice.

There was a knock on the door.

The door opened and Baal appeared, "You have to leave now!" he said giving them their riding gear.

"Who are they?" asked Dany as they rushed out of the building.

"Those men are from House Bolton but they came with a warning. They said to tell you to leave because some men were looking for you. Assassins from the looks of it." Baal warned as they rushed out with Jon grabbing the eggs in his pouch. Ghost was right behind him as they rushed out. When they came out sure enough they could hear the men going through the rooms looking for them. Fighting was heard among the guests and the assassins.

Reaching their horses Dany and Jon found to their horror that the horses were slain and their blood spilled across the ground.

"They didn't want us to escape that was for sure," he said as he and Dany rushed into the forest with Ghost right behind them. The winds from the blizzard still raging outside.

With the direwolf on their side both Jon and Dany managed to plow through the snow. If it wasn't for Ghost they would have surely perished because the depth of the snow was about their knees. Ghost's large feet kept him from sinking too far and he managed to help pull Jon and Dany away from the Inn.

Once they were away both Jon and Dany looked behind them to see if there was pursuit.

Thankfully there was none as they continued on their journey north in the dark of night.

DAYBREAK

It was daybreak when both Jon and Dany woke. Ghost kept watch all night as they slept in an old bear den. The bear had long since abandoned it but the den was warm and dry. Both Targaryens had remained hidden with Ghost's white fur camouflaging them.

As they watched and waited they could hear the horses of men pursuing them. When it was over Ghost finally moved allowing them time to leave the den. Dany carefully inspected the dragon eggs to ensure they were fine. In their haste she had forgotten to get fresh coals to put into the bag to keep them warm. That means that she and Jon must take turns to keep them warm.

When they neared the edge of the forest near the road that would take them further north. Both of them had been exhausted and hungry. The game has long since vanished leaving them hungry.

"How far did we travel Jon?" asked Dany.

"I don't know Dany but it seems pretty far since I can't see the Inn anywhere," Jon stated.

"I know but Jon we have to go North remember? Baal and Nala saved our lives getting us out and fulfilling their pact at guest rights. We were under their protection and as thus we were saved because of it." Dany said to him her amethyst eyes glowed with passion.

Jon's own grey eyes also glowed with passion born from both fire and ice. He nodded to her as they trekked on through the road.

It was another two days till at last the vague image of the Shadow Tower was shown before them. Further west the castle of Westgard and to the east Sentinel Stand. Though they may look abandoned they are actually in fact still fully run by Watchmen and volunteer Northmen. Though some castles are run only by men and others by only women. It was the secret pact formed by the First Men that was forgotten when the Andals invaded six thousand years before. Now the ones they know about are the ones occupied by the convicts and men brought north by conviction.

The others are comprised with both Northmen and Freefolk. All of them fully functional and fully operational despite what most believe.

"Alright I can see the Wall from here!" Dany shouted.

Jon was just as excited as she was while Ghost howled.

That however was short lived when the sound of hooves began to beat on the ground and Ghost began to growl.

Jon drew his sword along with Dany. The first to draw their weapons was one lead man on the right. Pulling out a bow and knocking and arrow the man took aim before firing from horseback.

"Shit!" Jon said as both he and Dany split up with both of them sheathing their swords and drawing out their bows. Running for cover the men began to fire at them. Using the trees for cover they both hid while arrows pelted their wake. Pulling out an arrow Jon unleashed one on the first man who fell. Dany did the same with a second and Ghost attacked a third from behind using his white fur for stealth.

Jon was impressed by his wolf's size. Now the size of a large wolf Ghost had grown a lot since the journey started and now the direwolf was almost equal to that of the horse.

As the men neared them Jon and Dany relinquished their bows for their swords and Dany was the first to attack. Hacking off the legs of the first horse and the blocking the blow of the man behind him. Jon took out the second man after Dany with a well aimed knife throw. Dany returned the favor with a crossbow shot to the man behind Jon.

Jon's sword was fast as he deflected the blow of a warhammer. Any other weapon would have shattered under the weight but Jon's sword was Valyrian steel and could hold. Slashing with his short sword he made short work of the third man. However the forth proved to be far more skilled then his companions. Leaping from his horse and doing a backwards flip he landed in front of Jon. Sword out he gotten into a fighting stance. Jon did the same.

Dany was fighting two at the same time. She stretched out her leg to fend off one man while using the other launch a spin to deflect the blow of another. Then backflipping using her feet to send the two men back. The third man to join the fight was also a skilled fighter. Dany used the flat side of her sword to deflect a blow meant for her heart. Then doing a spin only taught to dancers she slashed the two men behind her. Others also tried to get at her but one was killed by Ghost who leaped from the shadows to tear at the man's throat.

Dany reached for her bow and shot a fifth man riding towards her. However the sixth managed to graze her and a seventh shot through her shoulder. Luckily for her the spider silk armor she was wearing did wonders to protect her from the arrows. But that didn't stop the impact form dislocating her shoulder.

He managed to leap off and defected Dany's blows with equal speed and grace.

A Northerner! Dany thought in surprise as she deflected another one of his blows. But she was nearly overwhelmed by the few men who also showed up from the rear.

Jon was showing his wear as well having been hit from behind with a blunt weapon. Arrows were sticking out of Ghost, but the wolf proved stronger then that of an ordinary wolf. Getting on his feet once again Ghost raced towards them with teeth bared and snarling. Dany was clearly showing her exhaustion as she held her swords ready. The dual weapons both stained with blood.

By now the sun had clearly risen on the snow banked mountain peaks, but the snow itself was stained in blood. Red blood pooled around being absorbed by the snow. Everyone was either dead or sporting numerous wounds. Dany and Jon fared no better with Dany nursing her right arm even though it still held a sword. The spider's silk shirt she wore had done wonders against blades. But blunted weapons still can be damaging to her body. The massive bruise on her arm and the pain it inflicts was wearing on her.

Swinging her sword up she deflected a blow from the man in front of her. But the pain in her right arm was proving to be her undoing as he overpowered her and she went down. Rolling over and delivering a kick to the groin had the man whimpering in pain. He was forced to drop his sword in favor of protecting his privates. This gave Dany enough time to leap to her feet to decapitate the man.

Jon ran towards the nearest tree with three men behind him. Running up the tree he did a backflip over one and cleaved another. Suddenly an arrow appeared in the head of the third man and he turned to see Dany with a bow in her hand.

That left the last man who wielded a long sword and that sword had a jagged edge to it.

Jon held his blade with him and gotten into a fighting stance ready to fight. The man rushed him in a classic southern style fighting charge. Jon yielded to the blade before delivering a devastating blow to his ego by stabbing him with another shorter blade. The look of shock on his face made him look down at the blade coming up from Jon's leg and his boot. Jon did a backwards roll and delivered the blade into the belly of the man charging.

That had been a fatal blow.

The man gasped for air before falling. Jon let out a breath that he never knew he was holding. Gasping for air he rolled back up again to see Dany covered in blood along with Ghost. He himself did not come out of it unscathed. His stance was erratic and the vicious wound on his side was anything to go by. The bastard with the Valyrian blade had gotten lucky with the stab wound. It had nearly missed his vitals. But the cut was still deep and it could still get infected. He got up slowly and winced. He made a bad step when he did that last blow and his left ankle was swollen. Luckily the snow kept the swelling down.

Dany didn't fare much better with her right arm being held by her left and the sword she was holding had been sheathed in favor of the bow. It must have taken a lot of effort to use that bow with a dislocated shoulder. That much Jon could tell as the arm was starting to show signs of swelling. Her face which was once flawless has a thin long red line going from her right eyebrow to her left lip corner. If not treated it would scar.

Jon can't have that of his aunt he would never hear the end of it for years.

It was then he looked for Ghost. The direwolf was whimpering as he barely held himself up. Jon too was barely standing with all the bloodloss and so was Dany. Someone had a Valyrian steel sword for only now he also noticed several deep cuts and gashes on her flank. Jon's too for that matter.

"Those men were not typical Northmen," Dany said looking at the corpses.

"No, most were obviously from the south or the east judging by this ones clothing." Jon said looking at the man whom was fallen by Ghost near the treeline.

"What the hell is going on here? First Sansa's disappearance and now our attack? Something is going down Jon and we need to find out more," Dany said.

"But first we need to get to the Wall and then to the dragon sanctuary before we can do anything else." Jon replied.

"I know, but it is hard when our friend needs our help," Dany said.

"What can we do? Risk the lives of our dragons to save Sansa? You read what Lord Stark said we need to go North. I want to turn back and head south just like you but we have to think about the realm. As the true royalty here it is our sacred mission to protect the people of the realm. Sansa knew this for the Starks have been doing it for thousands of years. My father knew this when he researched ancient prophecies in King's Landing. You have to think Daenerys the realm needs us more," Jon scolded Dany.

The look on her face was thunderous but Jon showed her that he is just as much a dragon as she was. Both glared at each other dark gray meeting amethyst. The glare only lasted a few minutes until Ghosts whimpering broke them of the silence.

Jon was the first to break contact and turn to his friend.

"Oh no!" Jon said as he saw the amount of blood coming out of Ghost.

He knew Ghost was wounded but not that bad. But what really got him was the knife that was in his side.

"Ghost!" Dany said as she too rushed to the direwolf's side. The wolf himself was indeed dear to her as she held his head and Jon tried to deal with most of the arrows.

"He's losing blood," Jon said.

Right when he said it the sounds of hooves could be heard. Both Jon and Dany went to reach for their weapons when a figure emerged dressed in black.

"One of our scouts said they saw the fighting here Commander," said a voice.

It was then they noticed the black figure wore a coat of dark black hairs. His armor was also black meaning only one thing.

He was a brother of the Night's Watch.

"Here Sir I found them!" the man said when he finally saw Dany and Jon. Ghost whimpered from where he lay.

"Shh easy boy," Jon said to him.

Several other figures emerged from the forest all dressed in black. Jon and Dany knew for a fact who they are.

They were safe.

A FEW HOURS LATER

"Princess how are you?" asked a male voice.

Dany turned to find a young man dressed in dark grey robes with several chains coming down from his neck; a Maester.

"I am fine thank you," Dany said feeling better.

The men of the Night's Watch managed to get them to the Shadow Tower where the Maester there treated their wounds. Ghost was still alive but barely thanks to a deep nearly fatal stab wound. The Maester managed to have a member of the Free Folk with him who specialized in animals to help him. The man was there to treat Ghost's wounds while the Maester himself treated Jon and Dany.

As it turns out the blades that had penetrated both Dany and Jon's armor were in fact Valyrian in nature. Just as the two suspected.

Dany had a bandage wrapped around the right side of her face where the deep cut was. Jon's got similar but smaller bandages on his face. The atmosphere was silent and solemn as the two royals were out of their armor and in more comfortable clothes. When the Maester was done he left leaving both Dany and Jon alone. Ghost was sleeping in the corner while the dragon eggs were in the fire being kept warm.

The door opened and a rather tall figure entered.

"Commander," Jon said to him.

Commander Denys Mallister stood before them. He gave a respectful bow before turning towards the fire and looking at the dragon's eggs. Then he looked down at the sleeping direwolf.

"Prince Jon, Princess Daenerys it is a honor to meet you at last," he said to them. His voice was old and raspy.

"I am sorry we could not meet you earlier Commander," Jon stated, but the man shook his head before with his hand up in apology.

"There is nothing to apologize for. Even if I spotted you earlier it would have taken sometime before you were rescued." The Commander said to them.

"How did you see us?" Jon asked.

"We used the long glass from on top the wall. One of my scouts spotted the fight from there and signaled to the men below. That is how I found out about the fight," the Commander replied to them.

"Oh," was the reply from Jon.

"We've been hearing all sorts of things going on in the South. Men who come to the Wall all say that an unrest is happening in King's Landing." said the Commander as he sat down.

Now this has stirred up the two Targaryens, "What sort of unrest?" Dany asked.

"King Robert recently passed away in a hunting accident. We found this odd considering that Sansa Stark disappeared around the same time." he said.

"Don't normally Night's Watchmen avoid such politics?" asked Jon.

"Normally we do, but when it comes to the realms of men whispers are hard to miss. And often times the signs are there that the Long Night is coming. Scouts are reporting Free Folk moving south stating that the Night King is on the rise from where he sleeps in the Lands of Always Winter. I've already made my report to the Lord Commander and he in turn sent the news to Lord Stark. Then the message came about King Robert's demise." he said sadly.

"We understand that all this must tie up Lord Stark's time." said Dany trying to be diplomatic.

"No, we are ready for him as we have always been. The Night's Watch is as strong as ever with our towers all fully staffed and fully operational. The problem is how rapidly the White Walkers are building their army. From what we heard from the scouts the Night King is quickly raising the dead. I don't know where he is getting his soldiers because the Free Folk always burn their dead." Commander Mallister said to them.

"The North always burns their dead as well only burying the ashes in their sacred crypts to rest in peace." Jon said and it was true as a proud Northern tradition they always burned their dead to ensure that the Others don't take the souls and use their bodies for slavery.

"The South however has different traditions from what I heard. Only the Riverlords burn their dead in a similar fashion to ours. But others I hear bury their dead whole," he stated.

"What about the Night's Watch?" Dany asked.

"We burn our dead as well as per tradition and scatter their ashes across the winds that pierce the wall. That way they know that their watch has ended," he said.

"So, how many men do you have under your command?" asked Jon.

"About fifteen hundred men here including staff and hundreds more in the other castles." Commander Mallister replied.

"Good, Lord Stark would want them to be ready for when the Long Night finally comes," Dany said.

"How are the dragon eggs? Had they been damaged during the battle?" Commander Mallister asked.

"No they are fine sir," Jon replied.

"That is good, I will leave you to rest then young dragons. I will double patrols tonight in case someone we don't know enters the castle," he said.

They both nodded as they got ready for bed. Jon and Dany are to spend the next few days out here at the Shadow Tower before making their way to the True North. Before he blew out the candle Jon bid his aunt good night before turning in to rest.

WINTERFELL

It was late into the night and young Brandon Stark was still awake. Have been awoken nearly three days now Bran had been recovering as best he could. After hearing about his mother's departure for Riverrun and Lord Tyrion's departure for King's Landing. Bran felt utterly alone with no one other then Rickon and Arya to talk to. Robb and his father were often times busy with tending the fields and Lordly duties, but they make up for it at supper.

Bran because of his condition had to eat in his chambers. Often times one member of his family would eat with him. Tonight however he was there with Ser Rodrick because he father had to see to a fire starting near the library.

"Ser Rodrick?" Bran asked.

"Yes?" the old knight said to him.

"Will I be able to walk again?" Bran asked.

"The Maester said it would take time for your legs to heal. You had a nasty fall and the surgery he had to do on you was extensive. It was with luck that he knew how to treat you. If not you would have been crippled for the rest of your life," he said.

"When will I start training again?" Bran asked.

"Not for a while yet. Your back has to heal Bran. In order for your legs to remain strong you must heal your back. For that you need bed rest. I know a few exercises to keep the legs strong so when you are able to walk again it won't be awkward," Ser Rodrick replied.

"So I am stuck here bored then," Bran said.

"Now, now Lord Stark you are not going to be bored. You have your studies and from what I understand you would begin your magical training if I am correct." Ser Rodrick said.

"But I don't want to learn magic!" Bran protested.

"You must learn young lord. Even your mother told me you are showing signs of being a Warg like your brother. All warriors must learn how to deal with magic my lord. If we come across it we must know what to do," Ser Rodrick said.

"Who will teach me?" Bran asked.

"Ser Brynden Rivers a Greenseer from beyond the Wall. Because of the nature of your incident and your injuries he has agreed to start training you in your dreams. So if you see a three eyed raven coming to you don't be frightened of it that is just your teacher until you can walk again," Ser Rodrick said to him.

Bran sighed as he laid back getting ready for bed. The Maester insisted that Bran take his medicine three times a day. This will help ensure his back heals properly.

As he laid back to rest he felt his body start to relax and succumb to the medicine's sleeping properties.

Little did he know that his dreams will be filled with ravens.

TBC

OK sorry it took so long and why I had not posted sooner….Blame Hurricane Lane. But here is the latest chapter of Warriors of Winterfell. I decided that the next few chapters will be mostly from where our characters are going to be mainly. For example this one was mostly Jon and Dany trying to get to the Wall. There was also some side parts of both the Septa and Bran to see how this is going. The next would be Tyrion and Catelyn because I wanted to do them for a while.

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