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Title: Winter Is Coming
Rating: T, may increase to M for bloodshed and general GoT-style awesomeness
Genre: Drama/Hurt/Comfort/Betrayal/Adventure/Action…basic ally a bit of everything
Category A: Rise of the Guardians
Category B: A Song of Ice & Fire/Game of Thrones
Characters: Jon Snow, Jack Frost, Ghost, Daenerys, probably heavy mentions of Arya because she's fabulous, appearances by assorted other characters from both fandoms.
Summary: The Stark words: "Winter is coming". But Jon wasn't a Stark. He was a Snow. A bastard. A brother to the heirs of Winterfell and a Brother of the Watch. He was a warg and a Wildling. And, unknown, but most important, he was Winter's champion.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I am not the genius behind A Song of Ice & Fire, nor one of the ones behind Rise of the Guardians. All I own is my own insanity, which I claim proudly and fully blame for this convoluted mess.
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Chapter Eight: THE WATCHERS ON THE WALL
A frigid wind blew swirls of white snow and black cloaks, snapping and burning the faces that bravely faced it. Somewhere below, in the warmth of Castle Black, voices bickered back and forth about who the command would fall to, but atop the Wall, such matters were far from mind. There was only somber mourning and quiet shock. The only sound aside from the scream of the wind was the thrum of an idly plucked bowstring. No one wanted to be the first to speak; to make it real.
"What was it?" Pyp finally asked, glancing at the other faces. Grenn and Satin looked at him; Dolorous Edd did not, still watching the storm brewing beyond the Wall with sullen disinterest. None of them needed to ask what he meant by "it." They had all been shocked to suddenly find Jon stabbed full of holes, but that had been nothing compared to the surprise of a spectral figure materializing in a vortex of snow.
"You saw," Dolorous Edd said gruffly, his aged voice further battered by concealed grief and added grimness. "White as death, with glowing blue eyes. It was a white-walker what took the Lord Commander." He pointed north. "Took him to that frozen hell so as to set his corpse against us."
"But Jon was still alive," Grenn protested dully. "That…thing…it protected him."
"And it spoke," Pyp added. "What white-walker can do that?"
"That one, obviously."
"He flew." Satin added his voice to the discussion, sounding a bit dazed. His fingers still absently toyed with his bow string. "Took Jon and Ghost, and flew over the Wall. Like a bird." Instinctively, every pair of eyes rose upwards, as if checking for the phenomenon.
"Dead men walking, wargs runnin' loose, and people being snatched up by flyin' grumkins." Dolorous Edd tucked his hands deeper under his armpits, stamping his feet to drive the cold back. "I'm not entirely sure I want to live through this winter."
The others exchanged nervous glances; normally, they would dismiss that as Edd being Edd, but as the wind howled and the northern skies grew steadily darker, they could not help but wonder if they would survive it.
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A/N: It's short, and doesn't really include anything of great importance, but I felt it was necessary. Gives kind of an outsider's perspective. Plus, it's nice to think that not everyone turned against Jon, especially since I can't remember exactly who did. Also, last chapter, I got Dany's second husband's name wrong. It's Hizdahr, not Hizraqh. That's what happens when your muse decides to sneak attack you at 1:00 AM and you forget to check your info before posting because your computer is in your room, but your book is in the living room. But I got it pretty close, and besides, he's not important. He's road jelly.