Game of Thrones: New Era
Chapter 37 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Jon
He could hear noises, noises he couldn't quite decipher. But slowly it dawned on him that he was warm, the cold was gone, so too was the overwhelming feeling of power. Instead he felt warm and comfortable; he wondered briefly about the battle.
'I killed the Great Other, but, what about his army, the remaining Others, the Wights...What's happened to the Free Folk and the Night's Watch, the rest of Westeros.' He thought frantically before reassuring himself. 'They're safe, something good must have happened, otherwise, I wouldn't feel like this, would I, I wouldn't feel so safe, so relaxed...Those sounds...'
He could still hear them, they were slowly becoming clearer. His eyes fluttered open and finally his vision cleared, he began to take note of his surroundings and a feeling of hope sprung up inside him. Things couldn't be that bad, not if he was here, back in his own chambers in Castle Black.
He was in bed, slowly he felt feeling returning to his limbs, clearly he had been unconscious for quite some time. He slowly sat up and that was enough to convince him he could move and was well enough to do so. So he got out of bed and reacted at once to the source of the noises he heard, now aware just what they were.
He quickly made his way over to the crib; his son was crying, that was what he was hearing. He immediately picked the boy up and cradled him; doing his best to calm him softly.
While he comforted his son; Jon walked over to the window and looked out, the snow was falling softly, but the sun was visible; the darkness was gone, the cold fear. His son was now calmer; no longer crying, although he was still teary-eyed.
Looking up at Jon, the baby boy managed to smile, moved his head to rest against Jon's chest. Jon smiled lightly, but his heart clenched; seeing this.
He couldn't help but think sadly. 'I'm so sorry, this, there is hardly any time left for us...Soon I will have to; but we will be strong and we will make it through this, I know we will. My Son.'
It was then the door to his chambers opened and he turned to see Sam enter. Sam froze but then grinned.
"Jon, you're awake, thank the Gods." He burst out.
Jon smiled lightly. "Yes, I...I'm fine Sam, I'm glad you're alright too, after, after what we faced."
Sam nodded, shuddering slightly as he remembered.
"Sam..." Jon began; trying to figure out how to word his question. "The battle, did we, how…?"
Sam nodded; understanding what he meant and explained. "We've won and, and the enemy army, they were destroyed."
Jon froze, amazed and overjoyed as he heard it. He couldn't help but grin, a feeling of joy he hadn't felt in Gods knows how long.
Sam continued to explain.
"Yes, after, after you killed the Great Other...The Wights returned to mere corpses and the White Walkers." He paused and shook his head. "I don't know what happened to them, it's like their power broke with the death of that creature. They were struck with fear and tried to retreat, only to fall into the remaining traps, killing them. It seems, it seems none of them escaped."
Jon let out a soft sigh; relieved to hear that; he decided that he still needed to hear more. So, after making sure he was ready and while Gilly watched over his son, Jon followed Sam as he went to meet with the survivors. He met with the survivors and was hailed a hero by them; he noted ruefully that in all, half of the combined forces of the Night's Watch and Free Folk survived, only half.
"We've won a remarkable victory against all odds." Mance Rayder remarked.
The others all voiced their agreement and many seemed in a celebratory mood. However one question did remain however.
"Is, this, truly a victory however are they, are the White Walkers vanquished for good?" Edd asked. "They could come back, a few years from now, on many generations?"
It was then Jon spoke up at last. "This has been a crushed defeat for the White Walkers...If they are going to return, it is unlikely they will rise again during our lifetime...But we cannot be complacent."
The others nodded in agreement, it was agreed that while they could celebrate their victory, they had to be ready for the future.
Before the celebration could begin however, something more important had to occur, something more sombre. Jon stood silently; cradling his son who, sensing the sombre atmosphere, remained respectfully silent. He was attending the funerals being held for the fallen, including Alliser Thorne and Maester Aemon, who had succumbed to his age during the battle. Jon bowed his head as the pyres were lit.
"And now, their watch has ended..." He whispered quietly.
He let out a soft sigh, of all the dead, it was the loss of Maester Aemon that affected Jon the most. He couldn't help but think of all the times the venerable Maester had helped him, had advised him and the times they spent talking.
In Jon's mind, it only made what he had to do that much harder. Much later, after the funerals, Jon had spoken with Sam and now, making sure he had everything he needed, he mounted his horse and made sure his son was secure and safe.
"It's time to go to Winterfell; time to do this..." He whispered before talking as calmly as he could, riding out from Castle Black.
"Let's go, my son...Rickard Snow."
End of chapter and of Jon's storyline, just one more Arya chapter and the Epilogue to go now, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.