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Benjen
The boy had shown up on a golden horse and slayed the whites, with a golden sword no less. Then things shot from his body and captured a white walker. An other in the flesh. The creature spoke and his ears hurt. Chains quickly bound the other's limbs before it was thrown over a charger like a kill. Allister and the other boys were here. Between 35 brothers they had eleven horses. Some of them weren't returning.
"Benjen get on my horse. Allister can you retrace our trail. It might be the only safe way back." Trees fell all around them as the boy got to work on something.
"What are you doing?" Allister asked. The boy pointed his hand forward and golden light shot out. White's died in droves but it wasn't enough. More came there was always more.
"I'm building a wagon sled. We have eleven horses and 35 people." Trees fell boards were made. In the saddle bag the boy pulled out a leather sack of nails and a hammer.
"I barrowed them from the builders." The boy said in his defense.
"How did the lord commander know to send you?" Benjen asked.
"He didn't first ranger. We're here for you and the white walker." Allister said.
"Some rescue this turned out to be." Allister muttered.
"How could you know?" Benjen said.
"A white's hand was sent back north by someone. You owe that person your life brother. It must have moved or something because your nephew sent a sorcerer." Caleb said.
"I was unaware there were sorcerers to keep on retainer. Why is Rob acting Lord?" Benjen asked.
"Your brother is hand of the king." The boy said. With dozens of limbs he slowly put a wagon together. Leather straps were made from the clothes of fallen brothers.
"So, Rob saw what was going on and sent you. You weren't around before. He didn't introduce you, when I met the king." Benjen said.
The boy rose with a determined look on his face. For a moment Benjen thought he'd angered the sorcerer in some way. Instead the boy moved his fingers in queer hand signs. Then he sucked in a breath before bathing the world in flames.
"Great Fire Encampment," The boy yelled as crimson red flames covered the ground for a league. When the boy finished, he turned back to his work. "That will keep them back until we are ready." He looked at him, and Benjen saw the boy's eyes were solid gold and glowing.
"I'm Arya's friend actually. I couldn't let her uncle and brother die up here."
"Why didn't you do that earlier?" Allister yelled. The boy pointed at the white walker still chained to his horse. How had they forgotten about that?
"I didn't want to spook our secondary target." He saw it in the way the boy was acting. This professional approach. He had no idea what they were up against.
Two wagons were already together. Ten people and a teamster could ride on each. It would take three horses by his estimate to pull them. Two wagons were finished.
"What happens, when we get in those wagons and head south for the wall?" A brother asked.
"They're going throw everything at us." The boy said. "Getting here was the easy part." The boy grinned but it didn't reach his eyes. No, they were solemn. "We moved fast enough to catch the white by surprise. Now we need to get back." Benjen couldn't agree more. He also wanted to know what this boy had to do with sweet little Arya.
Allister
He sat his ass in a wagon after they set the horses, horses that weren't used to pulling wagons. They bit and teased one another. Soon the disgruntled chargers had to be a team. The wagons themselves were solid. If the boy proved one thing it was his ability as a engineer. Perhaps in another time, they'd learn from this and add builders to a ranging party.
Allister sobered up when the time arrived and he cracked the reins. This was it; he was bound to this wagon. If the wagon broke or the leather straps snapped, he and the brothers behind him would die. They charged right into the flames. The boy's golden charger in front. The second they approached the mud covered hellscape, a path opened for them. Even in the mud the wagon sleds glided fine.
"When we get back captain, I'm going to get a drink." A brother told him.
"Hopefully after you change your pants son." Allister said.
Flashes of light shot across the frozen north and whites died in droves. They were on snow now. He looked forward as the sounds of whites rang out. A particular cry made him turn his head.
"Help me." Allister heard it a cry for help through the wind. A young woman stood in the snow. Her eyes the deepest blue he'd ever seen. Her hair white like Rhaella's his queen's hair color. He remembered it from his youth. It was long ago before he was sentenced to the gods forsaken wall. This woman's skin was so pale it was almost blue.
She dipped back into the snow before a blast of golden light would have taken her head. "No," Allister yelled. He let go of the reins and dove into the snow after her.
"Rhaella, I'll save you." He yelled as he hit the cold snow. Ice cold arms took hold of him and pulled him beneath.
The snow took him into its embrace and he was dragged deep beneath. In a cold cavern she took him his Rhaella. A smile spread across her beautiful face. She took him to a room hidden in an icy cavern. He was freezing but that didn't matter she was with him. Rhaella took him to a room deep beneath the world above. Some other Targaryen nobles passed them by. It was like the dance of dragons never happened. They didn't die out they merely went into hiding. Robert wouldn't have the throne forever. It was as the Starks said winter was coming.
She took him beyond streets of ice lit by soft glowing lanterns. In a modest keep she placed him in a bed. Rhaella lit a fire and had him warm himself. He was far from where he had been. Had his fortunes truly changed so much. Before he'd been fighting for survival now, he was warming by the fire in the company of his Targaryen Queen.
Mycah
It happened fast and he had no time to worry about them. Allister was entranced by a female white walker and dove into the snow. His wagon veered off course and a hatch opened. The hands of dozens of spiders captured the wagon, horses, and men before pulling them under. The north beyond the wall could be described as an ant hill. There were tunnels all over the north. Most of the ground was only supported by ancient weirwood roots. It was no surprise that once she had Allister, she could take tunnels far away from this battle.
What surprised him was her ability to dodged his attack. She didn't truly dodge it. He had decided to strike in that direction queued the shot, and chose another target. A single white walker wasn't a big deal to him. He tossed a spear back skewering another white walker female. She had climbed up on the wagon. The men had already gotten their clothes off for fucking. Their bodies were blackened by frost bite and infested with nanites.
They crossed the bridge and continued to race across the north. It was the dead of night and the wall wasn't in view yet. The moon was full. Only a wagon and half remained. Fires raged across the land burning spiders large a horse.
"They were like the night's queen in the stories. My brothers weren't themselves." Benjen said.
"It was magic. Most of the men were taken alive. I think they plan to breed them." Mycah said. He searched beneath the ground with his sixth sense. It didn't go deep enough.
"Why would they do that?" Benjen asked. "There are more freefolk than night's watchmen."
"I don't know." Mycah said. Benjen nodded as they continued to ride.
"Sorry, you've been fighting this whole time. How much longer can you last?"
"Long enough. We can do this." Mycah said.
Another six hours of nonstop combat later. The horses were about to kill over. If they stopped, they'd be swamped from all sides. In another six hours his combat proficiency would drop. If it was just physical endurance that would be one thing. His magic stamina wasn't the same.
Foci, hand signs, and magic words helped shape magic and eased the strain on the mind. Mycah had already used enough magic to kill Valeria in its prime. He wasn't using sacrifices to mitigate the toll either. If he used too much, he'd lose his grip on reality.
Two hours later a horse gave a final bellow and died. They cut it loose and continued moving. Soon the others died as well and they were no closer. The brothers behind him died and soon only Benjen remained. When his horse died, he offered his own and ran beside them.
The wall would be in sight by the next day he knew it. The fighting had died down. It was enough to ease some of the strain on his mind. Something was in the air.
Fell magic had been pouring from the ground hours after Allister was captured. Something was happening.
Rhaella
"Rhaella," it was a common grunt among the black guard's wails. She rode atop the pink skinned male his heat quickly doused by her ice-cold depths. It was a struggle. Rhaella as he called her, had been preparing for this day for a long time. The other pink skins while entertaining didn't hold foci to the black guards.
It was like in the romance. The princess and the Night's king. She rubbed the back of her hand gently across the black guard's rugged cheek. It was warm. If she took care of him, he'd live possible until the night's return.
She focused back to the struggle. Rhaella moved up and down side to side feeling him in all her depths. Slow and steady she probed for the right spot. After some experimenting her walls clenched involuntarily. Then she hit it again. A smile spread across her face. She was on the right track.
Her sisters had long since blackened their prey. She bent her knees and flexed feeling his shaft glide through her, it was intoxicatingly warm. It was everything she could do to keep from pouring her frosted passion upon him. She let out a moan and gripped her cleft. "Not yet." She whispered to him. Rhaella pushed her hips down slamming him home increasing her tension like a drawn bow. With every thrust it was pulling back until critical tension. She shook in bliss.
Hot coals from the fireplace, held in soapstone camber beneath the bed kept him warm. A bed of goose down maintained that heat well and the tensions rose. She slammed her blue cleft upon his shaft and gripped her clit and pulled herself into position. The bow was loaded, pulled, and now she'd aimed him right where she wanted him. Then the man below her fired and it was all worth it.
Hot was the only way she could describe it. She couldn't let her cold overwhelm it. Rhaella clenched hard and shook laughing the whole time. Right before her cold slammed into him, she pulled away. Rhaella closed her legs to keep the heat inside of herself. Then she fell beside the black guard.
They laid together in her bed as the hot coals on his side kept her cold from killing him. "How soon before you can go again?" She asked him. He didn't understand but his member rose to the occasion. She quickly changed out his coals before hoping back upon him for more.
Just when she began building the sweet tension she enjoyed, her sister barged in. "Sister my male died will you go with me to collect another. If we hurry, we may catch the wizard."
"Call me Rhaella," Rhaella said. Her sister looked at her uncomprehendingly.
"Did you wait until now to try him? Can we have him together?" Her sister asked.
"Go and try to steal the golden one, mine will last because I'll take care of him."
"Rhaella, what of our brother?" Her sister asked.
"He was a fool. There was no need to attack the ranging. What were the elders thinking? His majesty wouldn't approve."
"You almost didn't make it either Rha." Her sister said. Then she turned her head to the side.
"I want a name. All my black guard said was tits while squeezing my breasts. It doesn't sound like a good name to me." Rhaella saw her black guard cover his ears and covered her mouth. She'd forgotten the language had that effect on warm bodies.
"Shh, if you want a name then go to the golden one. He seems competent." She whispered.
Her sister looked at her blackguard and nodded. Then she walked behind her, spread her cheeks, and licked the remaining warmth as it dripped from her. The tongue seen found its way to Rhaella's lips. Her depths dripped their cold nectar and clenched around the warm rod parting her. She quickly regained her senses and pulled off.
She quickly wrapped the man in goose downed wrappings. It was then her sister's tongue brushed against her clit. She felt the warmth she'd greedily taken pour out of her into her sister's greedy maw. Rhaella turned to glare at her.
"Don't worry Rha, think of it as a parting gift in case I don't return. Wish me luck." Rhaella threw the ice spear beside the bed at the girl's fleeing blue ass. The closed door took the hit.
She sighed and quickly uncovered the man's privates. No blackened skin was present. She could tell it was a close thing.
"You are a lucky black guard. If only you could speak to me." She whispered in the language of magic. "It's not something I can teach you. The last man taught closed us behind that giant wall."
Sister
A name is something precious. It can only be given and once taken is forever. His majesty was named the Night King by his old friend and later enemy. One couldn't name themselves or be given a name by another of the people. Only by rising from the depths and risking death on the surface can one be given a name. It's difficult with a language barrier.
She'd long given up on a name. She'd taken many of the pink skins and a black guard every few decades. None of the warm body grunts or bleating sounded like her name. No matter how they hated her or even if she let them go would they name her.
In a circle with a legion of her sisters, she added her mind to theirs as they prepared to stop the golden one. He said nothing much less a name from the many drones around the surface. No amount of snow seemed to stop his golden blade. He moved tireless as them only his horse, the black guard, and their brother lasted with him.
"Why is he so young? Is he one who failed to grow?" She asked.
"No, he's young the swarm wasn't able to take a sample, but they dated his flesh. He's not even three and ten."
"We need to stop and exhaust him. He's able to kill us." They quickly came to a consensus the coven leaders voted for their covens.
"Proposals," the spokeswoman said.
"We don't know his limits. A test of his strength is in order. The Malleable coven volunteers a prototype." The sister by choice of Rha was silent. Her sister was the coven leader and she was acting coven leader. Rha wouldn't want to waste anymore coven resources. But what about her feelings. She wanted a name.
"We will need a power source and someone to control it." She said. In the end it was her idea and she'd control it.
Mycah
Everything was going blurry. He needed time to rest. It was all he could do to keep his body from shaking. It was his control over his aura, it was growing and weakening. This marathon was making him use less aura to kill. He was learning how much power he needed to slay a white or a white walker.
The fell magics grew stronger as he neared the last stretch of their journey. They crossed the bridge. He was certain the whites knew about it and chose not to destroy it. Just like with the drop in enemies he knew this was plan. They were going into an ambush. He could only make his stallion gallop faster. If he could get there before the ambush was ready, it was his advantage.
In a clearing where the weirwood roots were at their thickest and the snow only a few inches deep, a white walker emerged. It hovered off the ground. Glowing with the frozen magics that gave it unlife. Its bones were partially steel. Twelve steel and bone arms emerged with its frame. One held a lantern with a blue flame, two had spears made of ice, four different swords were held, two warhammers, two hands held maces, one held a staff. The creature had three heads merged together giving it six eyes between them. It was armored in layers wrapped in cloth covered in texts, gambeson padding, chainmail, steel plate, and finally thick ice armor.
"I thought we'd make it. Just leave me, I'll hold it off." Benjen said. Mycah rolled his eyes at his, friend. The man needed a rest and riding on a horse all day and night wasn't that. The wagons had slowed them down but he wanted to save them. If they could have rested the horses, he shook his head.
"We will make it." Mycah said.
The Asura walker, as he categorized it in his mind stepped forward. Mycah shot it with an aura beam. A barrier protected the walker. He unleashed a blast of flame, and called down a bolt of lightning. Both struck and a blue barrier surrounded the creature. It was much stronger than the whites. Magic would work with enough time but that was his problem.
"Stay back, I'll use steel." Mycah shouted.
He leapt forward crossing the distance in seconds. The long ice spears shot forward first. He parried the first and second. The creature spun two swords slashed at him and he ducked under them and caught the mace with the side of his blade. He let the momentum carry him and the warhammers came for him. He raced forward too close for the hammers and slammed the pommel of his sword into the barrier. Turning his sword, he brought it around for a devastating slash.
With surprising agility, the creature ducked under the slash and waved its lantern. Blue flames shot from the weapon and ice spikes shot up where the flames touched. Mycah danced back. Mist rose from the ice as the creature raised its staff. From the ice a liquid emerged and shot at him. Ice crystals emerged and shot everywhere the liquid passed. Like a striking snake it shot after him. His aura brushed over it and he could guess it was a gas frozen into a liquid state.
He moved forward and dodged as the liquid passed by him. His blade flashed forward. The monster caught his weapon with the guard of its rapier swords. It drove its warhammers and mace against his weapon in an attempt to break it. Mycah slammed his foot into the side of the monster knocking it off balance. His hand moved as he leapt to catch the creature by the throat. He swung the creature with its momentum into the liquid racing for his back.
The second he landed the creature froze solid. It wouldn't last. Already the ice was sliding off the monster. Mycah raced forward and spun. His sword struck the barrier cutting cleanly through the ice once, then twice. Taking his sword in both hands he slashed overhead hitting the barrier, then he twisted his blade and struck again. Taking his blade in hand he charged at the asura walker and stabbed. His feet dug into the snow as he pushed against the barrier. The maces knocked his sword away.
They continued this dance twice more before the monster learned not to use low temperature liquid.
Mycah brushed his hair back with his hand. His blurry vision was clearing. His mind was no longer teetering on the edge. He blocked every one of the creature's attacks and kicked it in the chest. The barrier cracked and the monster fell back. In that moment he felt his control shift from 12% back to his normal 70-80 to 85-90.
He moved when the creature rose. Each attack was batted aside, his sword moved as he saw holes in the monster's movements. He let it lock blades only to go for the heel. A mace rose to cover up the weakness only to expose the arm with the lantern.
Mycah let the mace lead him out of the leg lock and slashed down. Aura coated his sword and the barrier was cut through. The arm with the lantern fell. Then it moved to slash and gain distance for its spears. Mycah took advantage of his slightly curved blade and took the monster's thumb. One of the spears fell, he spun into the attack and gripped the creature's wrist. Aura flooded the creature and he found the location of its controller.
There was more power in this monster than all the other walkers together. Nanites were exploding in mass from his aura few survived out of the billions he destroyed. The arm snapped off like a lizard's tail before more damage could be done. Its rapier took that moment to stab.
His eyes widened as he rushed to form a barrier. Not fast enough! They plunged into his chest. He waited for something to happen. The creature seemed frozen with its rapier running him through. No aura attacked his own his memories remained his.
His sword shot up cutting the hands away at the wrist. He pulled each of the rapier from his chest. The wounds were closed by thread like tentacles produced by his aura. Then he swung his sword backed by the full power of his aura. Mace, hammers, swords, and a staff couldn't hold against his might. His Muramasa sliced through them all. Then he moved. His hand wrapped around her leg before she could flee to the safety of a tunnel.
She looked at his blade waiting for her death to come. He tossed her under his arm and returned. He bent down and pulled a fist sized blue stone from the asura walker.
Holding the stone in his hand he looked at it. The white in his hand spoke in her ice crackling language. It was a huge rock made of magic. The thing was enchanted out the ass and probably incredibly useful. From what he could tell it had a similar enchantment language to the wall. Only, it was less complex, and more at the same time.
He'd compare it to an early and later computer language. The newer language could often do things easily that was incredibly complicated in the older language. The problem was both languages were alien to him. Well he'd study it when he had the chance. The chunk of enchanted magic in his pocket would do.
Then he thought about the woman in his hand. It took less than a second to decide she was spoils of war. They took quite a few of their men. This didn't come close to balancing the scales, but it was a start. Besides, Arya needed a tutor in the mystical arts. He'd seen enough anime to know that the girls were the best choices. From what he observed the bigger the tits the better. This white had a massive set on her.
"Well I promise, if you teach her well, I'll make you my concubine. You'll need a name that isn't crackling ice." He turned his head to the side. "You'll be Lady Morgan." He said. As Mycah walked towards Benjen her heard a husky voice.
"Mor-gan," She said. Her voice held a yearning he felt but didn't understand. "Morgan, morgan, MORGAN she shouted. Her words were loud and full of joy. He held her to him.
"Are you sure you want to take her too? Have you heard of the folly of the Night's king? Her kind are the reason we don't take wives." Benjen said.
"That makes no sense. No amount of abstinence will protect you from a glamour." Mycah pointed out.
"So, you know what causes a brother to willingly jump into their arms?" Benjen said.
"It is a magic related to illusions and enchantment. Unlike many magics, if you have a strong enough will, it can be broken. The man with the will strong enough to resist it is few and far between. You can and that's impressive." The whites crumbled around them. They didn't have enough magic to maintain much autonomy. The entire area had been drained.
Many of the nanites went dormant in the air. That was good to know. He had feared they could mass produce those asura walkers. "This would be the perfect time to invade. I don't think we'll have another chance like this one."
"Yes, the whites aren't moving. What happened?" Benjen asked.
"We routed them, so they changed tactics. I think it was a rushed job. Unfortunately for them, that fight was all I needed to rest up." Mycah said.
Morgan
Rha was going to be so surprised, she had a name. They both had two syllables too. Rhaella and Morgan, she sighed as her captor continued to walk with her in his arms. She'd wait until his guard was down and escape. There were more paths to the underground than warm bodies in a village. Morgan froze for a second. She was great at that thanks to her cold nature. Eventually, her lungs demanded she breath. After sucking in a breath, her eyes widened at the sight of the wall. She struggled for her life. It was like fighting against a mounting.
"It's going to kill me stop, I don't want to die. I'm Morgan, I'm Morgan, can't you hear me. Don't kill me I'm Morgan." She beat at him and bit him. It was like fighting against the wall itself. He moved at an unstoppable pace. He must have weighed less than 80lbs but he carried her like she was lighter than air. This made it easy to calculate her imminent death and the death of her idiot brother. Why attack the warm bodies? Ok, she joined in but he started it.
She stuck her tongue out at him as he struggled against his chains. She screamed as they hit the edge of the great wards. Snake like appendages invisible to warm bodies struck. They'd stick to them and drain their lives and magic dry.
Just before the great ward struck a golden barrier surrounded them. The appendages shattered and they continued their ride to the wall. The other warm body none the wiser. Her brother was hyperventilating. It seems he underestimate the warm body that gave Morgan her name.
"Why does he even need two of us? If he wants to prove we exist one would do." Smack! She cried out as his hand smacked her rear. Her brother started laughing at her despite their predicament. She heard her warm body say some grunts that sounded like a reprimand. She turned to see the other warm body shaking his head. Message received. Her words were damaging the other warm body.
It hit her as they entered the wall surrounded by black guards. They would be the first of the people to pass the wall in over eight thousand years. Morgan had a name and it would be in the new song. Her nameless brother would be forgotten. Would it be romance or tragedy? Could they beat the odds and bring peace between the warm bodies and the people? Would their child be the next great wizard?
She cozied up to him and let the gentle gold that surrounded him push against her cold. It felt as natural as the sea beating against a glacier. Ice falls and water freezes as natural as the wind.
Author's Note: Hope you enjoy the read; I'm starting on the next chapter. I could have broken this one up but didn't have the heart for it.