Game of Thrones: New Era

Chapter 13 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Jon

Jon looked carefully at all the gathered men, both men of the Night's Watch, and the Free Folk, along with the contingent of men Robb was able to send. They had all gathered in formation at the foot of the Wall, facing the forest as they awaited the arrival of the Great Other and his army.

'It comes down to this, they are all counting on me, and I on them...There's no going back now.' He thought ruefully.

The battle would be beginning at any time, they had manage to prepare and everything was set up. It was precisely due to the plans they had set up that they weren't able to have enough Dragonglass daggers and arrows to go around.

Jon sighed as he thought of that. 'We needed as much Dragonglass as we could for...other purposes, I just hope we have enough.'

With that concern still prominent in his thoughts, he made his way to the head of the gathered army, there Mance Rayder and several other prominent Free Folk and members of the Night's Watch had gathered.

"Ah, Jon, there you are." Mance greeted him. "Well, this is it, we are ready and we are at the brink."

Jon nodded. "Yes, it is time..."

There was a pause before Alliser then spoke up. "The men are waiting Jon; they are looking to you...you should give them some encouragement."

Jon bit his lip, that meant a speech, he turned and faced them, suddenly nervous.

Nevertheless, as he began to speak, that feeling disappeared, replaced by a strangely more powerful feeling. He wondered if this was what had been referred to by the Red Priest who spoke to him through the fire. The power of Azor Ahai reawakening.

"Men, women...everyone. I won't lie to you, we have a dangerous and potentially deadly task ahead of us. We are outnumbered, our enemies are resistant to most weapons, we know their weaknesses but must be cautious in how we use them." He began. "However, I have faith in each and every one of you. Many of us have been reviled by society, many branded fairly or unfairly, as criminals. Given no other choice but to take the Black, or face death. Others are reviled for their blood...baseborn, not all of us had the fortune to be raised in a castle, with relative acceptance I know that. But my fellow bastards, there is still kinship between us. One thing that we, the Free Folk...that all of us share in common, is we are people, like any other."

He paused briefly, allowing his words time to sink in.

He then continued. "We are the last line of true defence, if we fall, everything on the other side of the Wall, is doomed. Right now, many of us have families or friends in the south, some of them even involved in the war that is currently raging there now. Shall we leave them defenceless? Let them say what they will of us, after this, let it be known we saved them all and see what they say then. We will prove our worth, by saving the world."

They all began to cheer and Jon drew his sword, he raised it high, even as the first flurries of snow, indicating the approach of their enemies began.

"Now, ready, to battle, to Victory!"

A loud resounding cheer echoed from amongst them all as they also drew their weapons and all turned, ready to fight.

They did not have to wait long for the first wave of attackers to arrive, a large horde of Wights, Jon knew there were Others amongst them, but they did not seem to be visible yet.

"Archers ready!" Jon called out.

They all readied themselves, their fire arrows notched and Mance nodded, Jon knew they were now committed, it was time to begin their battle for the very fate of Westeros.

"Fire!"

The archers released the arrows and they flew true, some of the Wights that were struck reacted, but that wasn't their main target, their target was the barrels that had been partially buried nearby. The flammable contents ignited and soon started a small inferno. It wasn't much, but a dent had appeared in the enemy ranks.

As the enemy drew closer, Jon noted his sword glowing with light, it felt warm to the touch. He readied himself, soon they were close enough for melee combat.

He struck immediately and cut down the nearest Wight, to his surprise it died, no need for fire. He did not dwell on it however, focusing on continuing the fight. While the flames continued to rage and cause an obstruction which continued to slay any Wight foolish enough to try and walk through it, they fought on against the ones that reached them.

Armed with torches they quickly burned as many as possible. Even as they fought, a second wave emerged, this one containing more Others, the two that had been with the first wave were now approaching.

Jon knew this would affect the men's morale, he had to rally them.

"Everyone, fight on, we can still win this, keep fighting!" He yelled.

With a resounding yell, the men continued to fight. They set off a few more traps, burning more Wights and soon, two of the Others present took Dragonglass arrows between the eyes. Jon was too caught up in the battle to keep track of how many were dead on each side.

But it was clear these first two waves were just the warm up, hence the lack of any true number of Others. Three of the Others soon fell into another trap, pits that had been dug, containing Dragonglass spikes, ensuring their demise.

Jon faced down the last Other in the attacking force and soon they crossed blades. They fought back and forth, neither gaining an advantage until Jon ducked under another attack, before thrusting his sword through the creatures chest.

It howled and dissolved with an agonizing cry. Jon stopped, doubled over trying to catch his breath. As he recovered he looked up and noticed that the first two waves had been beaten back.

"Are we…?"

Mance approached and shook his head. "We've dealt with them, but there will be more. This was just a test. Dawn is coming so we have time. But soon it will be time to fight again."

Jon nodded, it was as he suspected. He scouted the battlefield, they had only used a few of their traps, they still had plenty.

So they worked on removing the bodies for cremation, they did not want any more Wights arising to attack them as they tried to take advantage of their respite to recover. They would need it, for they knew it wouldn't be long before the real attack began.

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