Game of Thrones: New Era

Chapter 20 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Marina Ka-Fai: Yeah well, if you look at it, the plan would have worked, had Elden not betrayed the Bloodseekers.
wazzup11: Thanks, well, she seemed pretty much the same as ever to me, just think how close that was, if Elden hadn't done what he did in the previous chapter, Margaery would have been found, having sex with two men.
Veridissima: Thanks; glad you enjoyed it; yeah, they're unravelling now.
Boris Yeltsin: Thanks and yeah, it has.
ATP: She's always crazy :)
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Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Jon

Jon's limbs buzzed with anticipation as he walked through the lines. They had lost a fair few men, but thankfully they still had a good sized force.

'While hardly large, while still being heavily outnumbered, this should be sufficient, we are nearly ready for the next wave.' He thought to himself. 'We have to keep going; some of our traps are still functional; even if they are aware of them now, they cannot know how many we have left.'

He just hoped that would be enough to still give them the edge. As he did his best to help rally the men, Mance Rayder approached.

"Jon." He sounded tense, even with that one word. "We need to talk."

Jon nodded and followed him, he couldn't help but note that the King of the Free Folk was limping.

Shaking his head Mance commented. "One of those undead bastards got a lucky hit in. We've got more work to do, I've already had it seen to."

Jon nodded and soon they were alone.

Mance turned to him. "We have even more problems than you might think...I know our traps are important, but with them, we've lowered our supplies of Dragonglass weaponry...We're running out."

Jon sighed but nodded. "I know, but we have no other choice, those traps are integral to our plans, it's our main way to try and avoid too much fighting, less risk to our men."

They both remained silent for a while; until finally, by unspoken agreement, they knew they had no other choice and returned to the battlefield.

It turned out to be just as well they did; for at that moment, they heard the horns which indicated the enemy had returned and this time, they were not attacking in waves, the whole of the enemy army was coming at them at once now. The battle was almost immediately joined and they were forced to fight right away.

"Now!" Jon yelled.

With a cry of effort he cut down two more Wights, his Lightbringer utterly destroying them. Two more fire traps were unleashed and more Wights were killed in that outcome. As the battle raged, Jon looked around desperately, the battle was still difficult for them, they were being overwhelmed.

Several archers had been felled, there were at least three Others amongst them. Raising Lightbringer Jon charged towards them. His distraction aided the remaining archers, as they used the last of their Dragonglass arrows, this left Jon with two of the Others to face, one of them heavily wounded.

'We have to be even more cautious now, we have only a handful of Dragonglass arrows left.' He noted. 'The traps and only a handful of daggers are left.'

With that he knew he had to activate another of the fire traps, while the battle continued to rage. He couldn't put the archers at further risk; he had to do this himself. He gave orders, watching as Mance Rayder and his men took down several Wights together, using their weapons and torches.

Jon was forced to take action at once, before more Wights broke through. A good number of Others were already present, they had to cut off more reinforcements for those already here. Many paths were already blocked by flames, but there was still a path that remained uncovered in flame.

'I have to act now and block that path off, now!' He noted to himself.

So, while cutting down a couple more Wights, hoping everybody else could hold out, Jon charged forwards, grabbing a torch. As he finally reached his destination, he cut down another and threw the torch into place. The fire trap ignited, killing several more Wights.

Jon tuned but then stopped; further away, to his left, Alliser Thorne was fighting with two Wights, near a group of trees which he recalled covered a slope which led to a circular clearing. As he watched Thorne killed his two attackers before suddenly something seemed to strike him and knock him down into said clearing, out of sight.

"No!" Jon yelled.

He had a nasty feeling about this and charged over to where he had seen Throne fall, only vaguely aware that the snow was getting heavier, almost becoming a blizzard. He reached the lip and leapt down into the clearing. Alliser was on the ground, covered in blood, his own. Jon cautiously approached, but could see from here, he was dead. Despite his sorrow at the loss of one of his men, Jon had another issue, just what killed him and where was it.

It was only then, as he stood over Alliser's corpse that Jon noticed, at last, his surroundings, or rather, lack of surroundings. The snow had become so thick, the blizzard so strong, he was in a complete whiteout. Only the trees formed any landmarks and, unless he climbed out at the right part, he wouldn't be able to see the flames from their traps, or even the other armies. Just then he heard the footsteps and Jon froze as he finally saw him, the Great Other had arrived.

It was then Jon realized exactly what had happened, the Great Other had attacked Alliser here to lure Jon into this trap. He was alone, facing his greatest enemy. It was only when the Great Other drew his sword that Jon quickly readied his own, Lightbringer glowed with cold light.

No words were spent, nothing was said, instead they instantly attacked each other and their blades clashed with a dull ringing sound, sparks flew between their blades and soon they were pushing against each other trying desperately to overpower the other. Finally they pushed away from each other and Jon attacked again, but each strike was deflected.

The Great Other faced the same issue, Jon was careful to block or dodge the strikes made by his enemy.

'This, this bastard...he's taunting me, he killed Ygritte and now he's taunting me.' He thought angrily.

With that he yelled and lashed out.

He struck again and again, but the Great Other easily deflected his attacks and it was only too late that Jon realized he was being baited and had fallen right into the trap.

With a vicious backhand the Great Other knocked Jon to the ground. He landed heavily and Lightbringer fell from his hand, just out of reach. The Great Other approached, sword raised, ready to finish him off.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.