The Stark That Never Was

by curt466

Jon didnt like the idea of joining the nights watch. he was meant for somthing greater. through his journy he will gain titles, land and a name. he will meet new people, explore new places and discover magic. watch as Jon starts his own house in the gift, raising it to new heights. He doesnt need anything from the Starks, but they will need him. (I had to re-upload. sorry)

2. Making a Stand

Hey all, thank you so much for following and liking the story so far. As i said this chapter will have some more action and it will really kick off. In this chapter you will get to know the wildlings more, hint i think the show did the Thenns dirty and the books version of them is way cooler so am sticking with that. I hope you guys enjoy it, now…. ON WITH THE SHOW.

Rob

It had been hours since he and his party began their search for the Greatjon. They had left castle black while it was dark, but now the sun was rising. Hopefully with the light on their side they could see further and hopefully spot the wildings who had taken the Greatjon. He looked ahead to see his Father hand his torch to Jory, with the sun rising there was no need for them anymore. He chucked his in a pile of snow on the side of the road and nudged his horse forward. He came to a halt next to his father, he looked behind him to see the men huff and slump in their saddles. Rob couldn't blame them, none of them had any rest all night. His eyes stung and his saddle sores were turning into blisters. He licked his dry lips before looking to Ned "Father, perhaps we should rest. We have been riding in the night, the men are tired and the horses need rest". Jon appeared on Jory's right and nodded along with Rob. "Perhaps we should make camp Lord Stark, Tolken says a storm is coming. We won't be able to find Lord Umber in a blizzard". Ned looked on ahead and bit his bottom lip. "Aye, we will take our rest here. In an hour's time we will get back to the search". Rob sighed before sliding off of his horse, he seethed when he felt the blood rush to his legs. Jon jumped off his horse and approached Lord Stark. "What of the storm father, it could last hours".

Ned pulled his horse over to a tree on the side of the road. He tied the reins to a thick branch before looking at Jon. "Tolken claims he can read star signs and see people's future. The skies are clear and yet he claims a storm is coming. We move in an hour, get some rest". Jon strapped his own horse to a tree, watching as his father checked in with the men. He shook his head in frustration. Tolken has been with the watch for a long time, he should know when a storm is coming. His father however did not take the warning seriously, claiming it was false. He went into his saddle bag and pulled out some dried beef. He bit into the tough meat and ripped off a portion. As he chewed, he looked to the forming camp and chuckled. All the men were tired, he watched as they quickly set up fires and eagerly sat round them. Their shivering bodies huddled close together. His father and Rob sat next to each other and ate their own meals. He almost laughed when he saw Rob's sullen look. His hair was a mess, his eyes black from a lack of sleep. Perhaps the men of the watch were right. The Starks didn't know the true cold, Jon decided to get his own rest before heading out. He sat against the tree his horse was tied to, he pulled his cloak round him tighter and closed his eyes. He hoped they would move out sooner rather than later. No one could tell how long the wildings would keep Lord Umber alive. That is if he was even still alive.

Ned

He hated it when he was wrong, true to Tolkens words, a storm had come. For the past thirty minutes he and his party had slowly rode through a snowstorm. The sharp snow whipped at his skin, his eyes a constant squint so as to not get any snow in them. It was hard enough to see in a storm, all around them all they could see was white. He turned back to see the silhouette of Rob and Jon, behind them were a couple torches. They looked like a lighthouse amongst the white fog, only they provided less guidance. The snow whizzed past his ears, and the horses were drowned out by the howling winds. "Once we find shelter, we will hunker down and wait for the storm to pass." Rob held his hand above his eyes and looked ahead. "How are we going to find anything in this damn stor-"

"AHHHHHH"

They looked behind them to see a person fall off their horse. Shouting filled the air, banshee screams echoed louder than the storm. All three of them drew their swords and rode through the column. They could see figures dressed in white swinging weapons at their men. Ned blocked a wild sword swing and stabbed downward. He felt the familiar sensation of steel meeting flesh, he pulled his sword back up and saw blood on his blade. He jumped off his horse and looked at the man he just killed. He wore all white furs crudely stitched together. He noticed various animal bones scattered across the man, acting like makeshift armour. Around him he could hear the screams and clash of steel. He picked up the man's weapon and noticed it had an orange hue. He quickly chucked the weapon recognising his attackers. "Wildings, Wildings are attacking. Pair up men"! He noticed Jon and Rob swinging down at two wildings who tried to get them off their horses. One had grabbed Rob's sword arm and proceeded to pull him off his horse. Rob fell to the ground and scrambled to his fallen sword. Ned felt a hand grab his shoulder, he hurriedly turned and hoisted his sword up in the air, ready to strike. "My Lord, it's me Jory. We have to flee. They have no horses, if we ride ahead they won't be able to give us chase". Ned lowered his sword before turning back to see Jon pull his sword from the man's head who tried to kill Rob. He looked to the floor but could no longer see Rob.

He began to panic, he frantically looked all around the ground but could see no sign of Rob. He looked back up to see someone jump towards Jon and tackle him off his horse. He made a move to help him but felt something pull him black. He looked to see Jory and one of his guards grabbed him by his arms. "My Lord we must move now"! Ned struggled but began to feel himself getting dragged. "Let me go Jory, my boys need me. That's an order"! Jory shook his head and began to pull harder. "I'm sorry my lord, we swore to protect you. We can't do that in this storm. Forgive me my lord"! He felt himself getting dragged through the storm. Each step he struggled but his guards kept pulling him. "Jon, Rob, my boys"! He screamed for them, he watched as more of his guards joined the group. The ones on horses forming a perimeter around him and Jory. Out of the fifteen men that had come with him, he could only see six. All of them were tired and bloody from the battle. The sound of battle was no longer in the air, the only thing they could hear now was the howling of the wind. He didn't know how long he was being dragged away from battle but he gave in. He fell to his knees and began to weep. Jory and his guard slowly let go of his arms, and took a step back. All the guards stopped and looked on as Ned began to punch the floor in anger, his hot tears spilling on the floor. "I'm sorry cat, Lyanna. I lost our boys". He whispered to himself. He could only hope that his boys had died quick deaths. Or if by some miracle they were just lost in the battle and they would make their way back to him.

Jon

He winced when he opened his eyes, the bright sun stung his eyes. He groaned when he felt a sharp pain shoot through his head. He fluttered his eyes open to see he was lying on the snow covered ground. He tried to pat himself and make sure he was whole, however his hands were bound together with rope. He reached for his blade on his left side only to find it missing. "Looking for this baby crow". He rolled over quickly and found the origin of the foreign voice. He was met with a pair of white fur boots. He looked up and was surprised to see a red haired girl grinning down at him. He made a move to get up, but the girl's boot pushed him down. She pointed his sword at his neck and her grin grew bigger. "Don't be stupid crow, you're at my mercy now. Get up, we have some travelling to do". She moved the blade from his neck, he rolled over on his stomach and began to stand. He struggled to find his feet but with the help of the wildling girl he stood up. She roughly grabbed him by his cloak and shoved him. "Get moving crow, we are losing daylight". He shook his head and looked back at her. "I'm not a crow, my name is Jon Snow". She looked him up and down as he walked and laughed. "Well you look like one of the crows. Dressed all in black and lying in the snow. Maybe I should kill ye now then. If you're not a crow what use are you". Jon began to sweat, he had never been at the mercy of someone else before. She was right, if he wasn't a watchman he had no information to give them. He calmed down quickly when he remembered who he was dealing with. This was a wildling woman, She was pretty no doubt. She had wavy red hair, bright green eyes and freckles danced across her pale skin. Pretty indeed, but not smart. If he was clever he would see another day.

"You're right, I don't know much about castle black. However my father Lord Stark will want me back". She grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him round to face her. "You're the son of Benjen Stark, I thought the crows weren't allowed to be with women". Jon held in his laugh at the woman's words, wildlings really were stupid. "No, his brother is Eddard, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the whole north. I am his son, and I am sure he will give you whatever you want for my safe return". She eyed him up and down again, she gave him a small smirk before pushing him forward again. "Good, I can't go back to the rest of the group with nothing to show for it. I shouldn't be surprised you're not a crow, you're too pretty to swear off women". Jon grinned over his shoulder at her "Are you relieved, maybe if you let me go i will let you suck my cock". She pointed the tip of his sword at his back and laughed. "It will be a long time before the Stark gets you back, there will be plenty of time to take you before that Jon Snow". Jon sighed before picking up the pace. This wildling woman was taking him to her camp, no doubt when he got there he would find Lord Umber. He will just have to improvise on an escape when he gets there.

Rob

He grunted when he left his arms getting pulled along, he looked ahead and frowned at what he saw. A tall grey bearded man led the group he was in, in his hands a line of rope. At the end of it was his bound hands, he didn't remember much of the fighting. All he could recall was getting pulled off his horse, his father and brother disappearing in the storm and of course, the man who had struck him. When he set out to find Lord Umber, he did not think the wildlings would give him much trouble. He thought he and his father would ride into their camp and kill them while mounted on horses; they would be welcomed back at castle black as hero's. Instead they had been ambushed, the wildlings had used the storm to their advantage and now he was their prisoner. They had been walking all day, stopping rarely to give him water and food. He had tried to escape once, but the wildlings were bigger and stronger than him. His now swollen eye a reminder of that fact, the man in front of him stopped and held up a fist. The rest of the group had stopped on the man's signal. Rob leaned over to the side and watched as another group of wildlings approached. A Woman of the group approached the man. She had her hood up, but Rob could make out her face clearly. She had brown greasy hair, it was littered with small bones and feathers. Her small nose had a sharp bone piercing on the bridge, and her eyes were painted blue. She grinned revealing her pointed teeth and nodded her head at his captor.

"Vigkar, your herd has gotten smaller since we seen you last". The now named Vigkar rubbed the pommel of his bronze sword and nodded. "Aye, the southers put up a tougher fight than we thought. But we brought back a prize". He yanked on Rob's rope, causing him to lunge forward and fall on the ground in front of Vigkar. The wildling woman knelt down and grabbed Rob by the chin. She forced him to look at her, she grinned and licked her lips. "He looks ripe, and plump. This is a fine gift you have brought, Vigkar". Vigkar moved forward and pushed the woman back. "This one ain't for eating Biarne". The woman took offence, if her bared teeth were any indication. The men behind her took out their stone weapons and moved forward. The men behind Rob and Vigkar unsheathed their bronze weapons and prepared to fight. "Enough"! Screamed Vigkar, the group halted at the man's words. He approached Biarne, he looked down at the woman and frowned. "This boy belongs to the Starks, I lost good men to capture him. We will bring him to Surlaf, he will probably want to ransome him for gold. If not, then you can fucking eat him".

They both stood there for a moment, staring each other in the eye. Rob shivered on the cold ground watching the tense pair. The moment changed when Biarne started to laugh, she waved at her men and they both put away their weapons. "Very well Vigkar, we will take him to Surlaf. But if he decides he has no use, he is mine". She looked down at Rob and grinned, she lent down and rubbed his head. "I will be sure to eat his cock first". She cackled as she walked away, leading Vigkar and his men to camp. Vigkar pulled Rob up and forced him to follow Biarne. He heard Vigkar behind him mumble, "Fucking cave people''. It appears what he heard was true, wildlings clans really did struggle to work together.

They walked for another half an hour before they exited the woods they were travelling through. When they broke the tree line, Rob saw a windmill in the distance. He and the group headed in the same direction, traversing down a small hill to reach it. As they got closer, Rob could see a number of small tents surrounding the mill. They were made of sticks and dry animal hide, small fires were lit and other wildings could be seen milling about. Two flags could be seen at the camp's entrance. A bronze circle on a blazing sun and a skull with blue paint running down its centre. Rob noticed as he walked past both of them, they were on wooden poles topped with deer skulls. Everyone in the camp stopped what they were doing when they noticed the group walk through. Some snarled at him, the women spat on the ground as he walked past. They would make remarks like "kneeler" or "Southern cunt". He began to quiver when he noticed how all of them looked at him with hate and scorn. All his life he had never been treated like this, he was the heir to Winterfell, he guessed that meant little to wildlings. They eventually made it to the entrance of the mill, two guards were posted on either side of the door. Vagkar nodded to one of the guards. "Vordar, it's good to see you well. I have brought a gift for Surlaf". The guard on the right of the door nodded and banged on the door. They waited a moment before they heard someone yell "Enter". Vordar looked back to Vagkar and gestured to the door. Vagkar entered the door and pulled Rob inside.

The mill was clearly abandoned before the wildlings had arrived. The mechanism in the centre was broken, cobwebs hung from the ceiling and the walls leaked with melted snow. At the very far end of the room sat a man probably the same size as the greatjon. He was hunched over a table eating a whole chicken. He wore a bright bronze helm, his body covered with bronze ringlets. His beard was pitch black, and small tufts of black hair poked out the edges of his helmet. He looked up from his chicken, locking eyes with Rob, his blue staring at Rob's brown. The man stood, nearly knocking his head on the ceiling. He walked past his table and approached Rob, he looked down at him before looking at Vagkar. "Get yourself a new wife after attacking the southers, Vagkar". Vagkar chuckled before lunging himself at the man, wrapping his arms around him. They both laughed before letting go of one another, Vagkar turned to Rob and grinned. "No knew wife Surlaf, this one here belongs to the Starks. I took him after the attack. Though we could sell him for a pretty price". Surlaf grinned, showing his black teeth to Rob. "Aye a fine catch, put him upstairs with the others. Join me for some food Vagkar, you have earned it". Rob was relieved as well as worried, while he was still their prisoner, they wouldn't be eating his cock any time soon. The would be cock eater grunted behind him before shoving him towards the stairs. He climbed the cobbled steps and made it to the second floor of the mill. A wildling man from downstairs opened up a locked wooden door before shoving him hard into the room.

He grunted when he hit the hard wooden floor. "You have taken Lord Rob as well. He's just a boy you cunts". He recognised the voice, he looked up to see the familiar face of the greatjon. His fur coat was gone, all that remained was his tunic, breeches and boots. He was tied to the support beam in the centre of the room. He had a big gash on his head and dried blood covered his face. The wildling woman Biarne punched the greatjon. "Shut your fucking mouth big boy. We could give two shits who he is, as long as his daddy pays". The woman walked out of the room after that and locked the door behind her. Rob slowly stood before walking over to the greatjon. "Lord Umber, are you alright"? The man huffed before nodding, he looked up at Rob and grinned. "Ah don't worry about me lad, I will live. What about you, you alright"? Rob nodded before he heard something on the far side of the room. He looked over to see two frightened young women huddled together in the corner. Rob noticed how they both wore modest dresses dyed green, one was a red head while the other had black hair. He slowly made his way over to them, holding his hands up to show he was not a threat. As he got closer, he noticed the ginger had a busted lip, while the other clutched her arm in pain. "It's ok, I am Rob Stark of Winterfell. What are your names"? The red head looked to the floor and shook. "I am Beth my Lord, this here is Teya". Rob gave her a small smile before sitting down and joining them. "Those are pretty names, where are you ladies from"? Teya looked up from her arm and gave him a shy smile. "I am from Beaverton my Lord, we are not far from the fishing village called Sirens Rest. Beth is from there". Rob nodded, he wasn't too familiar with places in the gift, but he did hear of Sirens Rest. A sizable town with a small dock, he remembered old nan saying it was a place where beautiful creatures would sing songs. They would swim in the water, attracting sailors, and eat them.

"How long have they had you here"? Beth shook her head quickly and looked at Teya. "We don't know my Lord, it has been days. They give us little food and water. They said they have asked for gold from our villages, so far we have heard nothing. They say if they don't pay they will eat us, before that they said". Beth couldn't finish as she began to cry, Rob held her hand, a small token of comfort. The greatjon looked over his shoulder and smiled. "Don't worry las, Ned will come for us soon enough. Then we will kill these bastards". Rob smiled and squeezed her hand. "He's right, my father is Lord Stark, Warden of the North, he will come here and rescue us. Don't you worry my Lady, we will protect you". She looked at him with teary eyes before giving him a small smile. The two girls began to hug one another again, whispering soft words to one another. Rob stood up and walked over to the small window of the room. He looked outside and down at the wildling camp, he watched as two men brawled on the floor. The others chanted and watched along with him. He hoped his father would come soon, he didn't know if he would pay the ransom or fight for him. Either way he knew his father would come.

Jon

They had been walking through the woods for about an hour now. The wildling girl hadn't given him any indication or clue as to where they were going, only saying they were nearly there. He rubbed his wrists out of pain, it had been a while now since his hands were bound together, the rough rope started to burn his wrists. He looked to the girl's back side and watched as his sword swung from her hip. He wondered if he made an attempt to get it he would succeed. He was bigger and stronger, but she was quicker and more agile. "When you give me to my father, will you give me back my sword". He sounded childish, however he did really want his sword back. It was his name day gift from his father, he had only just gotten it, so to lose it would be a shame. The girl grinned over her shoulder at him and snorted. "It's rare we get steel north of the wall, Jon Snow. you get to live, i keep the sword. It will fetch a high price, i may even come visit you in your stone castle". He silently raged at the girls words, he would make a smart remark but decided to to slow things down. No doubt they were close to the camp, the woods were getting thinner, and more light shone through the trees.

A small ray of light hit him in the eye, instinctively he flinched. He looked down to the source of the light and grinned. A small shiny copper arrowhead poked out from the snow, and thankfully the girl had already walked past it. He began to slow down and eventually stop just before the sharp piece of metal. The rope that was pulling him along became tight making his captor stop. She turned round and frowned when she saw he had stopped. "Alright, where are you really taking me, I am tired of walking". She sighed in frustration before tugging on the rope. "What, not used to walking far Lord Snow. Spend too much time riding horses and having people wipe your ass". He began to fake cough and fall on his knees. He placed his hands over the arrow head and slid it in between his wrists. The girl stomped over and placed an arm under his armpit. She pulled him to his feet and gave him a slap on the back. He stopped his coughing and grinned at her. "Thank you red haired girl". She smiled at him before she began to walk again. "Come on pretty boy, we ain't far now. Just outside of these woods is the camp". He smiled and began to walk behind her once again, only this time he began to slowly cut his bindings. The girl looked behind her again and smiled at him. "The names Ygritte Jon Snow, you should get used to it". He smiled at her, he was surprised how genuine it was. He felt a small bit of doubt about killing Ygritte, she was pretty and from what he could tell, she was kind. He squashed those thoughts quickly, she had to die. She aided the wildlings taking the greatjon, the men she was with attacked him and his family. He had to do this.

They finally broke from the tree line and were met with a green open field. He realised they were on top of a small hill, overlooking a mill and what he assumed was the wildling camp. "You can breathe easy now Jon snow, down there is-

"GAHH"

She never saw it coming, a sharp spike of pain shot through the back of her neck. She quickly fell to the ground and began to gargle on her blood. She felt herself being dragged back to the tree line, the act only causing more pain. She came to a halt and heard snow crunch, she felt something pull off her back and she knew now what had happened. Jon Snow stared down at her, his face a mixture of anger and sadness. He knelt down and held her head up, she wheezed and put a hand over his. "Make it quick Jon, don't let me die like this". He nodded before letting her back down, he unsheathed his blade and held it at his side. "For what it's worth, you're the only girl who took notice of me, I wish it could have been different. However, I have a duty, and I need to fulfil it. May you rest with the old gods". He plunged his blade into her heart, keeping it there until she no longer moved. He watched as the light slowly faded from her eyes, with a quick yank the sword was free from her body. He took the bow she had and placed it over his shoulder. He rolled her over and took the quiver full of arrows off her back. He found some fallen branches and leaves and quickly covered her up. He didn't know if the wildlings had scouts but he didn't want to risk them discovering one of their own dead. He looked up and noticed it was starting to get dark, it was perfect. He could sneak in under the cover of darkness and rescue the greatjon, not much time for planning, but if he acted fast it would be worth it. He looked back at Ygritte's makeshift grave and gave a slight nod. "Looks like you got me here just on time, Ygritte".

It took him some time but he finally made it to the edge of the camp. He lay down on the ground, blending in with the darkness. They all laughed at him because he wore black, now he was using it to his advantage. He watched as the wildlings prepared themselves for rest. They lit up bigger fires to keep them warm and at the edges of the camp the guards patrolled. He realised then that he saw more guards at the entrance of the mill. "That's where they probably have the greatjon". He whispered to himself. He circled round the camp and got close enough to the back of the mill, thankfully only one person stood guard. He noticed before that the mill had a window, a lone candle flickered on its ledge. If he could climb up there and free the greatjon, they both had a better chance of getting out of the camp. He hid in a shrub and examined the guard closer. He wasn't much taller than him, he stood out in the darkness because of his white furs. It was risky, if he got noticed there was no doubt he would alert the others. He grabbed a lone rock on the ground and chucked it near the shrub he was hiding in. The guard's head snapped to the origin of the sound. Jon was relieved when he noticed the guard began to walk towards the thrown stone. Finally the guard reached the shrub and began to look round. He quickly jumped out of the bush, he covered the man's mouth and plunged his dagger into his back. The man gargled and wiggled in his arms. Jon held him still until the man slumped in his arms. He slowly lowered himself back down into the bush, bringing the man with him. He Noticed the man had a bronze sword and luckily on his waist, a grappling hook. The old gods smiled on him today, for now he had a means to get into the mill's window.

He sneakily ran over to the back of the mill and checked his surroundings. When he realised no one was coming, he chucked the hook at the top of the mill. He winced when he heard the metal hook clang against the wall, luckily no one had heard. He gripped the rope and gave it a firm tug to make sure it was secure. He carefully placed his right foot on the mill's wall, then he stepped up with his left foot forward. He grinned when it finally set it the rope would hold him. He eagerly climbed up to the window and grunted when he felt his hands grow sore. He finally reached the window, placing both hands on its edge, he pulled himself in. He looked out the window before turning to see the Greatjon tied to a support beam. "My Lord". He whispered. Lord Umber snapped his attention to Jon, his eyes wide with surprise. "Jon, what are you doing here lad". Jon quickly held his finger to his lips, silencing the Greatjon. Jon ran up to him and began to untie him from the post. "Jon" It was Jon's turn to snap his attention to a familiar voice. He looked behind him and was surprised to find Rob next to two common girls. Rob rushed to him and embraced him in a hug. "I thought you were dead brother". Jon held Rob at an arm's length and looked at him in confusion. "Rob, what are you doing here? Why are you not with father"? Rob rubbed his swollen eye and huffed. "I was captured during the battle. They brought me here to ransom me to father, why are you here? Is father with you"? Jon continued to untie the Greatjon, when the man was finally free he turned back to Rob and handed him Ygrittes bow and arrows. "No, it's just me. I had a wildling woman bring me here. I figured they would hold you in the mill, so here I am". He turned to the Greatjon and handed him the bronze sword he took from the dead wildling. The Greatjon looked at the weapon with glee before slapping Jon on the back. "Well done lad, now when do we kill these bastards". Jon shook his head before looking at the common girls. "We don't, there are too many of them to fight. We sneak out of camp. Hopefully they won't notice we are gone until morning". The Greatjon snarled before nodding to the plan, even he knew their odds were slim with their numbers. Jon headed over to the window before grabbing his rope. He looked down to see it was clear, he climbed through and began to slide down the rope. He looked up to Rob who was poking his head out of the window. He nodded and gestured that they follow him. Rob let the two girls go first, once they were down he and the Greatjon followed. They all hurried over to the shrub that Jon was hiding in earlier and examined the camp. So far no one seemed to notice anything was amis. "Ok we will head to the tree line, from there we will head west to castle black. Hopefully we will cover enough ground in the night that when they come for us, we will be way ahead". They all nodded before slowly making their way on the edge of camp. Jon was at the head of the group, Rob was behind him. Following them were the girls and on the rear was the Greatjon.

They were approaching the tree line, they were nearly home free. Until two wildlings came walking out of the woods. Everyone including the wildlings stopped dead in their tracks. No one made a sound, all looking at one another in shock. That was until one of the wildlings screamed and charged at them. The man raised his stone weapon in the air to strike, however Jon was quicker and sliced the man's stomach as he ducked. Rob quickly launched an arrow at the other one and hit him in the chest. They all relaxed when they noticed the camp was still calm. The Greatjon looked around frantically and hissed. "Do you think anyone heard that"? A horne blew, echoing across the area and alerting the camp. They looked at the man that Rob had shot and saw him blow a brown and white horn. Jon raced over and slashed down at the man, finally killing. He looked at the group and frowned. "Well they fucking heared that" They looked back at the camp and watched as the wildlings gathered and began running over towards them. Jon grabbed the fallen man's weapon and handed it to Rob. Rob looked at Jon in confusion as he took the bow and arrows off him and handed him the crude weapon. "Jon, what are you doing? We have to get ready to fight". Jon shook his head and looked at the approaching wildlings. "No, I have to get ready to fight. You and Lord Umber will take the girls and head for castle black, light some torches. Hopefully some men of the watch will spot you early". Rob grabbed Jon by the shoulder and snarled. "What are you talking about Jon, we are not leaving you. This isn't the time to be a hero" Jon punched Rob in the face, causing him to fall on the floor. Rob looked up at him in shock as he held his cheek "You would think so little of me. Think about it Rob, you are the heir to Winterfell and future Warden of the North. The greatjon is Lord Umber and rules the last Hearth… I'm just a bastard. The north needs you, this is my duty to you as my future liege lord. If I am to die today then so be it, but you will live". The greatjon somberly nodded his head, he approached Rob and lifted him to his feet. "Come on lad, he has made up his mind on the matter". He looked to Jon and grinned at him "I will be sure to remember you Jon, I hope my youngest Ned will be at least half the man you are". Jon nodded at him before knocking one of his arrows. He aimed at the approaching wildling group. Before he let loose his arrows he heard Rob speak to him one last time. "I will be back brother, me and father will come back and avenge you". Jon let loose his arrows, hitting a shrieking spear wife in the chest. He didn't look back at Rob as he knocked another arrow. "Best be going Stark, things are about to get messy. I love you brother". Tears began to fall down Rob's cheek before nodding at the Greatjon, they grabbed the two ladies and disappeared into the woods.

Jon let loose more arrows, each time hitting a new target. He had to give it to the wildlings, they just kept coming. Some who he had hit still charged at him, while others had no fear of being hit. Eventually he ran out of arrows, his quiver carried only so many. He had to hand it to Ygritte, she made a fine weapon. He chucked it to the ground, and unsheathed his sword. He eagerly waited for the group to finally reach him. He nervously gripped the pommel of his sword, he wouldn't need to kill them all. He just had to stall them for as long as he could. Rob and the Greatjon needed all the time they could get. The wildlings finally reached them, all of them bearing weapons and glaring at him. He did a quick scan and counted twenty of the bastards. All of them dressed in ugly armour, their crude weapons bared and ready to strike. One of them charged at him, they swang high causing him to duck. He dipped under the woman's arms and slashed at her stomach causing her to fall on her knees. He finished her off with a deep slash on her back, painting the ground with her blood. A male one charged at him this time, he swung upwards with a stone club, Jon leaned back dodging the weapon. With the man's left side exposed he japped his sword in his ribs, causing his blade to poke out of the man's right side. The man quickly fell and rested with the woman he had just slain. Another walked towards him, in her hands she carried two bone daggers. She grinned evilly at him before nodding her head, Jon suddenly felt a pain in his right thigh. He looked down to see he had been shot by an arrow, he looked to the group and found someone with a bow in their hands. "Cant even fight me fair and square aye". The woman laughed before walking towards him. "I ain't stupid boy, you're clearly skilled, but you fight pretty. Fighting pretty doesn't keep you alive, you let my meal run free, so you will have to do". Jon grunted before taking a knee in the snow, watching as the woman grew closer to him. He quickly grabbed a handful of slushy mud and flung it at the woman's face. She flinched and scrambled to wipe the mess off of her face, giving Jon enough time to stab her right in the gut. He grunted before fully pulling his blade out of her belly. He looked to the rest of the wildlings, not even watching as the woman fell and died in the snow. "That pretty enough for you"? He heard a booming laugh come from the group, he watched as they parted, making room for a man he could only compare to the Greatjon. The man approached him, with sword in hand and grinned at him. "You killed Biarne, not bad little pup. I should thank you really, i was never really a fan of the cave people. However it's time I end this, we have some fat Lords to capture". The man didn't hesitate as he began to wildly slash at Jon, causing him to take a step back. He groaned as the wound in his leg began to flare up. He looked up from his leg to see the man swing his sword down at him, he blocked it, but the force of the blow caused him to lose his footing. He fell on his back and dropped his sword at his side. The man sheathed his sword and picked him up by the throat and held him in the air. "You fought well little pup, I respect that. My name is Surlaf of the Thenns, I would know your name before you die". Jon wheezed and struggled against the man's grip, his legs kicking out wildling, trying to hit him. The man laughed before looking at his group. "Guess this pup has lost his voice".

He laughed and looked back at Jon, but to his surprise he found the end of an arrow head. He roared in agony when he felt it puncture his right eye, in his pain he dropped him. Jon hit the floor and coughed when he felt air rush into his lungs. He looked up to see Surlaf hold his eyes in pain and scream. He quickly found his sword and thrust upward, hitting the man in the groyne. The man continued to scream as he fell to the floor, Jon kicked off his helm and stabbed him at the back of his head, finally making his screams stop. He leaned back in agony, Surlaf had cut his right arm in the fight, his left leg was no doubt dislocated and the arrow in his right leg kept cutting into him. He looked to the rest of the wildlings, he tried to raise his sword but found he couldn't. He felt dizzy, he swayed a bit before finally falling on his back. He looked up to the sky, its bright stars staring back at him. He heard the other wildlings approaching him, he swallowed and nodded his head. Very well, this was his end. He did what he could, he bought Rob and Lord Umber enough time to escape. He killed his fair share of the enemy, made his last stand and now he would die staring at the stars. He thought of Ygritte, is this how she felt when she lay in his arms. He smiled at the thought of her, perhaps when he met his gods, she would be there with them to greet him. A Thenn stood over him, his spear poised to strike, his final blow ready. He stopped, he snapped his attention to the tree line. A thundering could be heard, it grew louder every second. The group got together and readied their weapons, the thundering sound was now deafening. Suddenly horses burst from the trees and charged at the group, armoured men on top of them. The Thenn that was going to kill him screamed "run" before running away from the mounted men. It was futile however as a horseman had skewered him with a lance. The rest met a similar fate, falling to the mounted men. Jon had no idea what was happening, but he was grateful he wouldn't die on the end of a spear. His vision was fading, but all he could hear was the crying of horses. The sound of men dying and hooves meeting the earth. The last thing he heard was his name being shouted. "Jon, Jon it's Rob. Father is here too, open your eyes Jon". Rob looked down at him before shouting for his father. He shook Jon slightly before noticing the wound on his arm. He began to pull out some cloth and wrap it around the nasty cut. He looked to his right to see his father jump off his horse and race over to them. He knelt besides Rob and looked over Jon. "Jon, oh gods Jon". He put two fingers on his neck and breathed a sigh of relief. "Come on Rob, he is alive. He won't be for much longer if he doesn't see a maester. We need to get him to castle black". Rob watched as his father scooped Jon in his arms and moved him over to a wagon they had brought with them. He could hear his father shouting at his men. "Make way, make way, we have to get my son to castle black quickly". Rob raced after him and looked at Jon with worry. He could see Jon's eye flicker open for a moment and hear him mumble "Ygritte" before falling into unconsciousness again. He didn't know if he should be relieved or worried, but for now he was just glad his brother was alive for now. He just hoped the maester at castle black would be able to keep him from dying of his wounds.

And I am done. Wow what a chapter, i don't think i have written one that big before. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I am debating if I should change Jon's animal companion or if I should keep ghost. Let me know what you would like to see guys. As always please leave a review and if there is any constructive feedback let me know. About half way through this chapter someone said Rob is spelled like ROBB. So from now on I will use two B's I promise. Right guys stay safe and i will see you next time.