Eighteen knights were riding through the woods. They were wearing armor of Stark soldiers. They were Robert Stark's men. Robert Stark was the oldest son of the Starks. hen he dies his younger brother Bran will be King of Winterfell. Jon Snow would never be King of Winterfell; a trait that bothered him but didn't matter to him. He was a bastard, so what. His only problems took place in the Night's Watch.
These eighteen brave and loyal soldiers were sending a message to a family loyal to the Stark's for over three hundred years. Robert Stark was suppose to be riding with them. One of his soldiers told him he expected a trap. Robert Stark wouldn't leave his soldiers alone for something they had no proof of. As a king he needed to demonstrate his strength of negotiation. Making Grey Wind jump on a table and eat two of Greatjon Umber's fingers was not his only way of gaining allies. His loyal and worried men put milk of the poppy in his chalice, a medicine that could make anyone fall on his ass and slumber faster than four chalices, tied his arms like masters of bondage and rode horses to the royal family.
The thing about the trap the soldiers were trying to warn their king from...it was true. There really was a trap for Robert Stark. The trap came with large number of men with arrows. They were patient, trained. They knew men in Stark armor would strode in on their horses. It wasn't unjustified to them to kill in a crossfire. In the Game of Thrones other people were allowed to kill you.
" The Lannisters send their regards."
Arrows greater then the entire starks arsenal were released on eighteen good knights. The rampant of these men were storms to animals, the faces sucked in and chewed out. Out of the eighteen men and eighteen horses: one knight was choking on his own blood, seventeen were dead, and every horse had one arrow in every vital part. The Lannisters men were stealing their swords and coins while a knight was dying. The knight would shout all hateful things about the Lannisters. He'd say they should be hanged with their men and their bodies buried with the bodies of dead Stark soldiers and their squires to be buried as traitors, but his mouth was fighting a battle it wriggled but could not speak.
The knight couldn't remember his name. He wasn't crazy...he was going. He could see himself being remembered as the stupid knight who died by the Lannisters. A Lannisters men spit on him. Lam mister men spit on him again. His tongue was frozen but not cold. He wouldn't wriggle no more. His wife who he hasn't seen for over three years would hate him. All four of his children would laugh when they hear how their father died.
' Long live Eddard Stark.'
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Jon Snow, Zant, and three other crow's were walking through the leafless snow covered forest. No crow made a sound. Their clutter would bring Wildlings to them immediately. All they did was walk, their feet sliding through real white snow, Zant's blade cold from the frost. The cold didn't blunt his weapon, if he swings his weapon it wouldn't cut as fast or kill so easily. Zant couldn't keep his weapon hidden. He would cut through a Wildling before returning to camp, but his god would punish him if he waited for a Wildling before pulling his blade out.
" Jon Snow," a member of the Night's Watch said. " Where did you find that Dire Wolf?"
" I had Ghost since he was a pup," said Jon, " his mother was dead. My family took him in."
" I told you he never killed one," another recruit laughed. " Hand over two Copper Pennies."
" You'll never get anything with two Copper Pennies," the crow laughed.
" At least I'll have two Copper Pennies and you will not."
" Why do you laugh at Jon Snow?" Zant asked, both crows became subtle.
" We were betting how Jon Snow acquired a Dire Wolf. Dire Wolves are mighty beasts. You wouldn't find a Dire Wolf listening to a man unless it never had a mother."
" We were betting if Jon Snow killed a Dire Wolf or not," the third crow spoke. " One Copper Penny each to who got it right."
" Do you want to know something?"
" What is it, Zant?" Asked the first crow.
" In my land we have more Dire Wolves then we have swords. We called one Darkness for his attacks at night. He killed forty men. I killed this Dire Wolf."
" Your a lying long hair ponytail swine is what you are. And what weapon did you use to kill this Dire Wolf?"
" My hands. Dire Wolves don't sleep long, but when they do they don't feel anything. They don't know I'm choking them to death. As a reward for bringing its head they gave me my blades."
" Is anything about that true?"
" It is. Dire Wolves are drawn to our home by the scent of our soldiers blo..."
" Ahead..." The only word Jon Snow mumbled didn't make any sense. It wasn't just Jon Snow who was staring. The crows were scared. Something was frightening them. Zant stared in their direction and saw a black hole in a place fit for winter. " A cave."