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The Wall

Jon sat in the Lord Commander's solar in Castle Black brooding. Since his dramatic rebirth three moons ago things had gone from bad to worse at the Wall. After he had been stabbed and unceremoniously "killed" by his sworn brothers, he had spent the time inside of Ghost, how he had managed to survive in Ghost he had no idea, but it was during this time that he'd started seeing things that had severly unnerved him. Whilst in Ghost he'd somehow managed to go to the wolfswood next to Winterfell and had witnessed both battles for his home, the first one had been confirmation of what the Bastard of Bolton's letter had said about Stannis being dead, after all Ghost had seen his head mounted upon a spike. The second battle had been the hardest for Jon, he'd seen his brother Dareon kill so many men and when he'd struck the killing blow through Roose Bolton the man who had betrayed Robb, Dareon's wolf Artos and Ghost had let loose the most bone chilling howl possible.

It was then that he had first started having the visions of a tower and a woman who looked so much like Arya and himself that it hurt, he kept seeing her fleeing from Winterfell with a silver haired prince, and giving birth in the tower. But every time Jon tried to see what the baby looked like the vision would stop. It was very confusing for Jon when he had resided within Ghost but even more confusing once he had been "reborn."

His rebirth had also been far from painless, in fact Jon later learnt that in order to bring him back Melisandre had sacrificed Stannis's wife Lady Selyse, and the terrifying thing for Jon was that he had seen this all occur through Ghost's eyes, and had seen how utterly scared Shireen had been as she watched her mother burn and the fact that Stannis's men did nothing to stop Melisandre or even prevent Shireen from watching horrified Jon. He had had no way to protest though for the minute Ghost had started to growl had seen Jon ripped from Ghost's body and brought up panting for air in his own body completely bare in the flames.

To this day Jon had no idea how he had managed to survive, but every time he had tried to ask Melisandre she had simply bowed her head and said "It is not for me to question the ways of R'hollr, you grace." When Jon had told her that he was not a prince nor a king she had replied "Why of course you are, I have been a fool for so long thinking Stannis was the one, but no now I truly understand why my fires kept showing me you every time I asked for Azor Azahi. Yours is the song of ice and fire my prince, do not fight it."

Jon had tried protesting but after Melisandre had said those accursed words everyone had been treating him differently, they all bowed their heads or when they did look at him it was with a mixture of awe and fear. Even his own sworn brothers had become more deferential toward him. Well almost everyone had become deferential to him apart from Val, she seemed to be the only one who treated him the same and for that he was grateful. Though the more he thought about it the more Jon felt sure that something had changed between him and Val, and if their last conversation the night before was an indication of anything it could only bode badly for Jon for he had broken his vows once before and reborn or not he couldn't afford to do so again.

Jon had been relieved when he'd received his brother's raven explaining everything that was happening in the rest of Westeros, as well as the 20,000 men he had sent with the Greatjon Umber and the promise that the combined forces of the North, the Riverlands and the Vale would soon be joining him up at the wall to fight the deadly foe. Dareon had also said that both Rickon- Jon had had to read that part thrice through to make sure- and Arya-the real Arya, no Bolton's Arya who had turned out to be Jeyne Poole- were in White Harbour for the time being, and that he was going to look for Sansa in the border between the Riverlands and the Vale. Jon sincerely hoped that his brother had found Sansa, and yearned for the time when they could all be reunited.

That time seemed to be getting further and further away, for the day the Greatjon and his men had arrived had been the day the Others had finally attacked with a huge army of wights. They had continued to attack every day since then and the only time that the brothers and the Wildlings had any down time was in the few hours of daylight that there now were. Thousands and thousands had been killed on both sides, including senior sworn brothers such as Bowen Marsh, Dennis Mallister and Cotter Pyke. Jon had thought it one of the best suggestions made by one of Stannis's men when they had suggested taking Lady Shireen to White Harbour and away from the carnage, Jon had immediately agreed and had over ruled Melisandre's protests that for them to succeed they needed one of the royal blood in the fires.

Jon had simply said through gritted teeth that he was not, nor would he ever be a child killer and damn R'hollr and the Others to the seven hells if they would make him become one.

Jon was shaken out of his thoughts by a knock on the door.

"Come in." He said dreading what news whoever it was could be bringing.

"Milord." It was Satin his Steward

"Yes Satin what is it?"

"The Brother's on the wall heard a horn milord."

"A horn? One of our horns? We haven't sent a ranging out in a moon."

"Yes milord, that's what they said but then the horn sounded again and I swear milord when I heard it, it didn't sound like any horn I'd ever heard before. The Wildlings began to look like they'd shit themselves and kept saying something about the Horn of Winter."

Jon felt his heart begin to plummet, the Horn of Winter if that what it truly was would be their downfall, the Wildlings hadn't found it but if the Others had then the only way to combat it was with the Horn of Dawn, and Jon had come to realise that the horn he had given to Sam was that horn.

"Milord?"

Jon was just about to speak when he heard a horn blast again, and Satin was correct, this was no ordinary horn blast this one sounded ancient and primeval, Jon could feel some deep rooted fear emerging from inside him.

He ran out of his solar and down the stairs with Satin hot on his heels, all the while barking orders at the men and women outside to get back in to safety and when he looked up at the Wall, he saw it beginning to break apart, massive chunks of ice collapsing impaling the sworn brothers who had fallen of it.

The Wall was falling, the Battle for the Dawn had truly begun.