Castle Black

As Jon Whitewolf watched the fire of the funeral pyres turn the bodies into ash, he couldn't help think about a time when there had been no war, no others a time when it had just been him and his siblings in Winterfell.

That time was long gone now. Though there were the beginnings of hope being planted in him, and as he looked around him, in the other men as well. They had managed to successfully capture an Other, and had managed to (through getting the dragons to roast its heels) get it to speak. The sound of its voice was like nothing Jon had ever heard, it sounded all raspy and broken, but the words it spoke were terrifying.

The creature spoke of the end of days, and how despite their numbers slimming, the true threat, their leader was yet to come and when he did then the Long Night would truly begin. The creature had been about to say something about an Other of Fire, when Melisandre had quickly silenced it with a single touch of her hand. Jon and Dareon and all the other lords present had been furious with her for that action. Since the Targaryens had arrived Jon noticed how Melisandre had been acting very strangely and very differently to how she had acted before they had come, and especially when Stannis had still been around. She spent a lot of time with Queen Danaerys, and seemed to be whispering things in her ear, that caused the King and the Queen to argue almost constantly.

Jon's thoughts on what the Other had said before lighting the fire had been worsened by a letter that had been sent from Sam, which explained the Others and what their purpose was. The thought that there were only ten Others did make sense, they had managed to kill eight of them in the last year and a half. But this news that there was a Great Other and that there were twins abreast was very worrying, also this news about there being an Other of Fire was also deeply disturbing for Jon.

At that thought he looked up and looked at both King Aegon and Queen Danaerys trying to gauge which one of the two could be the "Other of Fire", but he was having no luck. They both had dragons, they both were Targaryens, heck they shared a lot of the same traits Jon did, except of course Jon had Ghost and they didn't actually know that he was related to them.

As Jon turned his head back to the flames, he also thought about the men that they had lost in their most recent fights with the Others, whilst they had managed to kill three of their leaders during the most recent conflict, they had also lost a great deal of men, Sansa's good-father and good- brother included.

Jon shook his head It does no good to dwell on the dead now, hopefully we can stop this invasion before they go further south.

Jon had already received word from the Shadow Tower that, a collection of about 1000 wights along with the one remaining Other had broken through and were marching south, so of course Lord Umber, his uncles and 2000 men plus all their dragonsteel had marched south to cut them off before they reached Last Hearth. As of yet they had received no word as to whether or not they had been successful.

Jon had also received no word from Cotter Pyke at Eastwatch as to what the situation was there. Jon prayed that no Others had infiltrated there, it didn't seem likely considering that the main host along with eight others had come and attacked directly at Castle Black. Of course all this talk of a Great Other did greatly worry Jon, Tormund and Val had returned from a ranging beyond the wall after the last Other attack to report stretches and stretches of barren wasteland, and a cold so harsh it could only signal one thing, the thing was coming and with it would be millions of undead things that they may not be able to repel.

Jon's ears perked up when he heard the horn blow, they hadn't sent a ranging out in weeks so that couldn't be it, the horn blew again, there were no wildlings left north of the wall they were either guarding the wall or dead, the horn blew once more and Jon's heart sank. They were back the fighting was resumed.

Jon made to pull Longclaw out of his scabbard but his hand was stopped when he heard a fourth horn blast, there was nothing about a fourth horn blast was there? What did that mean? But then when the horn blew for a fifth time, Jon felt a chill in his bones and an almost inhumane sense of fear, he didn't know how he knew what that fifth horn blast was, but he knew it meant serious trouble.

The final battle had begun.