Author note: Hi guys! Here is my first fanfiction! English is not my first language and I would be glad if you can report any syntax or grammar error. Despite this, I hope you'll enjoy this rewriting of the G.R.R. Martin's wonderful serie. The first chapter is short, but it is just a trailer. Soon, you will read about the Starks, the Baratheon, the Targaryens and all of your favorites characters. Good thing is everyone's alive! We're starting from scratch!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original story or characters.

Marwen

Cold bit him like a wild beast but he didn't care. Nor was he caring about the crowd starting to form around him. All his mind was set on the atrocious look of the corpses' faces, whited by the small snow of the afternoon. He had already seen corpses before, some people from his village killed by Crows or by cold or hunger. But Crows didn't kill like this, neither the Gods. He didn't have to ask for the culprits, he knew the answer from the stories his Mom always told him, the ones which scared him the most. A shiver ran down his spine as he pictured what happened. Without a word, Mance started to move the unfortunates' bodies and was quickly joined by others. Once the four of them were stacked one on another, the King beyond the Wall himself lit the fire. The tears began to flow on Marwen's childish cheeks. There were the last two of his brothers in this crematory. He was the only one to watch them burn until the end, sitting on a rock near the disastrous show. He stayed long enough to see their ashes go with wind. When nothing was left, the sun was shining is last rays. On the snow, near the burnt remains, a metallic glow catched his eye. Hoping to find a token from his brothers, the boy reached it. The object was buried in the snow and he started to dig. It was a horn. A beautiful, shining, dark horn. A small line of gold orned the bigger hole, imitating the mouthpiece's material. Golden runes completed the artifact. Urged by an irresistible desire, Marwen blew it, emitting a long thud shaking the air around him. As he finished his sound, he heard a great cracking sound, running from the ice beneath him to the South. People from the camp joined him to watch what none of them could have believe. Several miles away, the Wall was stumbling down. Large blocks fell loudly on the ground, leaving holes on the high frontier. Most of Free Folks cheered and shouted as the only thing between them and more hospitable lands disappeared. Despite the joy, Mance stood eyes widened with surprise and fear. He reached Marwen and took the horn.

- Dear child, what have you done?