The Hour of The Wolf

by VVSINGOFTHECROSS

Robb Stark's twin brother Dareon, must pick up the pieces of his shattered family. After reclaiming the north for House Stark, defeating the Ironborn and the treacherous Boltons and Freys. Upon receiving a rather cryptic note Dareon makes way to the Vale, but what will he find there when all his family are dead?

24. Other

Beyond the Wall

Fire and Blood, Fire and Blood, Fire and Blood. The Dragon has three heads. Men praying to false gods. Women and children crying as shadows killed their fathers, brothers, husbands.

Darkness, a never ending darkness, only interrupted by more bloodshed and chaos. Winter had come for Westeros once, not the small winters of years gone by but a true and terrifying winter, the likes of which had never been seen again, but would be if the creatures of the dark had their way.

But the creatures had failed the first time. There had been a pact, between the children and men, a pact that had ultimately allowed the Last Hero to destroy the creatures.

But where the Last Hero had succeeded he had also failed. For the creatures survived in two beings, a little boy and girl. Twins, from the Lands where the sun had not shown for millennia.

These two things bred and brooded and bided their time, years turned into decades turned into centuries turned into millennia, then finally when the stag took the dragon's place deep in the south they began to plot and move.

The twins children had grown big and strong during the intervening millennia. Ten there had been in the beginning and ten there were now. The only difference was that this time there was no fire brethren to hinder them, there was no woman no sword, for the sword that had defeated them the first time had been lost or broken during the final fight the last time around.

This time they would succeed, they would have to succeed.

Ten there was, and ten there are now but with one change, they hold the keys to the kingdom this time. However, part of their plan relied on the one other who had survived the onslaught awakening, but he had not awoken for many a millennia now, not even when they had gotten the horn and blown it.

But then when the fire came again, they all felt him stir, their leader their saviour.

Deep beyond the Wall, the watcher woke from his dream, sweating and scared. He's coming, the watcher thought, the thing that can't cross or the whole of Westeros is doomed.

The Watcher looked at the three eyed crow, and said "Send them the sword."