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Chapter 28: The Battle of The Wall Part 2

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Great Jon Umber

There were thousands of them. The horde of corpses didn't seem to stop despite the reign of lit arrows coming from above them and the Northmen hacking them to pieces for every life they took from their lines. But they were thinning out. And the Great Jon was making sure of that as his Great Sword cleaved corpses into bits from his position on the embankment. The corpses were easy work in Jon's eyes. The bodies of men and women but with none of the talent. It was the Others that were the problem that Jon wanted dealt with. They had initially joined their horde in attacking the lines after The King in the North's charge but had quickly moved back to let their numbers overwhelm them when a few of them got turned to icy water by the Northmen. That meant they were shit fighters when the odds were evened.

Great Jon Umber and his Uncles all roared in unison as another wave of Wights struck at their lines. The Three Umbers slashed their swords through the screaming corpses, sending heads and torsos flying back as the shields in front of him pushed back. Umber grinned into the blue eyes of the dead as he swung again and again. Another volley of flaming arrows hitting the dead at the back. The line of didn't feed into the forest anymore. It was just below the centre of the field.

"THESE CORPSES WERE KILLED BY LESSER MEN! THE CORPSES I MAKE STAY CORPSES!" Umber roared over the screaming Wights.

His Uncles both laughed as they continued hacking, shouting their own chances.

"THIS MIGHT HAVE BEEN A CHALLENGE IF THE OTHERS COULD ACTUALLY FIGHT! Crowfood yelled.

"WHEN THIS NIGHT'S OVER THEY'LL CALL ME OTHERSBANE UMBER! Whoresbane shouted.

His Uncle had been the first Umber to kill one of the Others when they had hit their lines to Great Jon's annoyance.I've killed more Wights than the both of them. When I get the chance, I'll have more Other dead than half the army.The Great Jon thought as he sliced another corpse to pieces.

And that came when Benjen's horses were finally killed, bringing the riders to the ground. They'd kept harrying the dead's lines with the wolves, riding off before they could get overwhelmed and then coming back to deal more damage. Now they were on the ground and fighting to stop the dead from overwhelming them as the wolves tore at dead legs and torsos.

"PUSH FORWARD!" Maege growled from her flank as her mace smashed into a Wight's skull, sending the body straight into the ground. The west flank started to push forward. Maege, Alsyane, Tormund and Sigorn moving first. The Great Jon grinned at the words.About fucking time.

"YOU HEARD THE MORMONT!" The Great Jon roared as he hurtled through the shields and ran into the dead men. Umbers weren't meant to stay in line long. Too big and eager to fight to stay in the lines forever. The freedom was invigorating as he ran down the embankment, leading the Northerners as his sword tore through the dead men. Umber laughed as the corpses before him turned to slabs of rotten meat and bone by his sword.This is a proper fight.The Northmen hadn't given the dead the chance to overwhelm their lines as their shields pushed them back and their swords took heads off. He could see Hugo Wull and his battle axe crush through a Wight's chest as he joined the giants on the east flank that were making paste with their clubs before smashing them into a giant Wight's skull.

The Northern army was in the thick of the corpses now as they pushed onwards towards the Others who finally had to fight. A group of them were heading towards Benjen and the wolves. And the Princess Arya was charging towards them. She was quick as she moved through the dead, dodging and weaving through the horde. The Great Jon turned his bloodlust in that direction to help thin the horde for her and kill some Others.

"THOSE HORNED FUCKS ARE MINE!" Great Jon bellowed as him and his Uncles began a merciless assault. His sword making a semicircle of headless corpses as he turned to his left. He ran fast as he cut a rotten pathway in the night. His sword carved through them. He could feel some that hadn't stayed dead trying to grab and bite his legs and torso.My family doesn't have house words; a picture paints a thousand words and we are giants breaking from chains.Umber thought happily as he flung them off his body and crushed them with his boots as he ran right into the Other that had just killed a black brother with its ice spear. Great Jon gave a blood curdling roar as he unsheathed the obsidian axe in one hand as he held his Great Sword with the other. He swung violently at the Other's head, forcing it to duck from his Great sword and attempt a block. Umber brought the Great sword back before it could collide with the ice spear and smashed the axe into the chest, turning the Other into nothing but water.

Great Jon laughed as smashed into more Wights as he carved his way forward again. The Princess had managed to get herself close to her Uncle, her wolves having joined her in their assault. The wolves were now tearing into the Wights as a group of Others were circling them. The Others were keeping Arya and Benjen from striking with their spears defending them against Valyrian Steel and Obsidian.

"WHO OWNS THE NORTH?!" Great Jon boomed as he threw his entire weight into one of the Others before and beheading another Other with his axe.

"STARK!"

His Greybeard Uncles answered as their obsidian blades clashed with the Others as they turned from their circle. Arya and Benjen charging at them. Benjen's sword meeting an Ice Spear before parrying and cutting at the neck. The Other he had knocked over had got back up, thrusting his spear towards him. Great Jon deflected it with force, sending the freezing cold spear vanish out of his hand and cutting the black brother's head off before it could be raised again. The Other's face remained emotionless as a new spear began to form out of its hand. Umber didn't give it the chance as his blade stabbed through its forehead, quickly proceeding to gut another to in succession. Umber quickly turned and engaged another two foes that were trying to get behind Arya as she effortlessly ducked and stabbed her dagger into one of the Others in front of her. Great Jon Umber put his sword in front of a spear and pushed it back onto the Other with all his might as Arya Stark turned and put a dagger into its thigh and killing it.

The Great Jon grinned at the young Stark woman as the two started to cut down the rest with his uncles and her uncle.

"My father always said Umbers were giants!" Arya shouted as they all tore through them.

"So, did mine!" Benjen replied as they joined up with the Direwolf and her pack, once again dealing with only Wights.

The Umbers all grinned as the group tore into the Wights. As Great Jon tore through more corpses than he could count, he could see that the Northmen were doing well as they hacked their way through. The archers had stopped sending arrows into the fight now with the First Men and Women in the thick of battle but it was mattering less and less. They had evened the odds and were starting to overwhelm the dead despite their own losses. He could see Maege and Tormund fighting wildly as clansmen covered their sides. Skagosi were pushing further on behind the giants as they kept Wights off giants that were fighting dead ones.We're fucking winning.

And then he heard two large roars from above. Looking up he saw two large Dragons, one black and Green as they came from the West.

"DRAGONS!" Great Jon boomed angrily.

Arya

"GET BACK TO THE WALL!" Maege yelled as she clubbed another Wight into the ground.

The Dragons were here and that meant fire and blood. And death for everyone if they killed the Others. Arya and the Northmen started to run as the dragons flew over, roaring and breathing fire onto the battlefield. The bursts of dragon fire lit up the night, revealing the carnage that the dragons were creating on the battlefield. Wights were turning to ash and the Others that had attempted to throw spears melted before them. But they weren't the only ones getting hit with the flames. The Northmen were too. She could hear her people burning to the flames. It was horrific.

"FASTER!" Arya yelled as her and Nymeria ran forward towards the embankment. The Giants were grabbing as many of the living beside them as they ran to the wall. Hugo Wull and Torren Liddle were holding off the Wights that were still attacking until another bout of flames came, turning them to ash alongside a giant that had grabbed Duncan Liddle.They're killing everyone.Arya thought with panic as the flames consumed another group of Wights and Northmen alike.

Every burst of flames brought more death to the battlefield as she ran in horror. She could faintly see thousands of arrows attacking the dragons to try and stop them from the wall. Some had clearly hit by the pained roars from above. It didn't stop them from attacking them below. They weren't targeting the wall thankfully.Maybe the archers can down one.Arya hoped as she heard another pained roar from a dragon as it circled over them.

"WE'RE GETTING CLOSER!" Great Jon Umber boomed as they made it up to the embankment. Arya stopped on the embankment with her Uncle as her people kept running to get behind the embankment away from the flames. She could feel the heat clashing with the cold as more flames engulfed the battlefield. Giants and Umbers were running backwards and forwards to grab as many as possible in between bouts of hellfire. Arya couldn't tell who had died and who lived as her people kept running. Thousands had been killed. More from the flames than the dead. Then she saw Maege and Tormund holding an injured Alsyane and SIgorn as they ran towards them. They were all bloodied and bruised from the battle and were tiring. Wights still chasing at them that hadn't been burnt. Arya and Nymeria were already down the embankment with Benjen and Morgan Liddle by her side as they ran to help them. Benjen grabbing Sigorn and putting him on his shoulders whilst Morgan did the same with Alsyane. Tormund and Maege both turned to fight the Wights that had come from behind. Arya slashed at the incoming Wights with them. They were all fighting sluggishly now having fought long through the night. The heat of the flames was no help at all.

"DRAGONS AND THE DEAD ARE NO MATCH FOR A MORMONT AND A GIANTSBANE!" Tormund and Maege almost said in unison as they fought together, trying to pull back.

Another volley of arrows had hit the dragons, forcing one to fly back westward whilst the black dragon stayed, roaring more angrily than before. The Flames of it seemed to get hotter as it raged at a large arrow striking into its scales. The flames were coming closer towards them.

"WE NEED TO GET BACK!" Maege roared to the few survivors left on the field. The survivors started to scramble whilst Arya, Maege and Tormund held what Wights left back. A Wight on the ground clawed at Tormund's leg got sending him to the ground as he stabbed it in pain. Maege bolted forward to bring him up just as the flames hit. Arya screamed as she watched them burn into ashes, nothing but their armours still staying together. Arya and Nymeria started to run back with the last of the survivors. Arya daren't look back to see if any Wights or Others were following. She imagined that they were either all dead or had ran.The dragons haven't gone to Jon though so we aren't doomed.Arya thought as she ran on, Nymeria ahead of her. Then a volley of arrows struck from above, making the dragon roar even more. It looked demented to Arya as she looked up to see it swooping downward and bursting flames ever closer.

And then she felt searing pain as the flames hit her before she could reach the embankment, dropping Needle to the ground. Time seemed to slow as the fires consumed her body and melted her. Arya screamed as she fell to her knees in the flames. She screamed until the flames took her body, leaving nothing but a charred corpse and needle behind.

The surviving Northmen all looked in horror at the burnt battlefield, almost in silence. The Dragon following the other back West. Benjen was screaming, having been held back by The Crowl and Liddle as he tried to save his niece. But it was too late for that. Arya was dead.

Nymeria whimpered as Arya had fallen, feeling every bit of pain as their minds joined together. Nymeria howled mournfully into the sky as what was left of her pack.My body is gone.Arya whimpered as she and Nymeria became one and the vengeful cries of First Men and Giants flooded the world.

Jon

The pain that came from the Crow's voice blurred Jon's vision. Though it cleared as quickly as it blurred, leaving Jon with a different view to the one he'd left behind. They were in the same snowy Godswood but instead of the mass of dead bodies and his allies, there was nobody. Nobody but the Three Eyed crow sitting by the Weirwood and a man with a bright blue eye before him. It didn't take time for Jon to realise that this was the Other that he had fought with. Jon could see what he had done, looking at battered and broken man with cut wounds across his body and an eye that was completely gone. He was looking at both Jon and the Crow darkly as he stood in pain.

"I never forgot the pain when the Crow entered my mind the first time. I'd hoped to kill you this time." The First Other said angrily.

The Crow didn't look perturbed by the comment. Not an emotion playing across his dead brother's face. "And here we are again to remake the pact that was broken."

The First Other scowled as he turned his full attention to Jon.

"You have the same look as your ancestor. Grim and Savage. I'm surprised you haven't turned that to the Crow. I can see that body he has taken is Stark too. Does it not make you vengeful that he took your kin from you?"

Jon snarled at the Other, gripping his throat before he could react.

"He wouldn't have had to become that if you didn't break the pact." Jon growled darkly.

The Other couldn't respond as he gripped harder. Jon only let go when he saw the fear in the blue eye, letting him go only then.

The Other took a large breath once Jon released him. "I did break the Pact. I didn't keep to the Lands of Always Winter, I made new kin from Craster's sons and I went to kill every last of the living. Butyourpeople broke your side of it too. You forgot us. You thought us all dead and let your strength drop at that Wall. You forgot what deterred us. I was tempted to strike a few centuries past but the dragons came, the enemy I never knew I had until I felt their presence."

"And then they fell to almost nothing." Jon finished.

The first other smiled darkly. "A perfect storm. My ancient enemy of man forgetting us and the eternal enemy I never knew almost dead. What better way to turn everything into eternal cold?"

The North Remembers was another warning like our words.Jon thought as he listened to the Other speak.

"Both sides have broken the pact then by your eyes?" The Crow asked the Other.

The Other nodded with a scowl.

"Then terms need to be made so this pact lasts on both sides." The Crow said simply

"Aye, I won't have my people slaughtered to this again." Jon agreed.

"What terms does Light Bringer want to make with the Others?" The Crow asked him.

Jon hadn't expected to be called that. Though the Crow had spoken of it when Sam had asked about Stannis' sword."A name coined for Brandon the Builder or Azor Ahai as the Red Priests call him. He brought the dawn and light so they called him that."

"The Others weren't seen for thousands of years. The memory of man doesn't last that long. I would have some of your kind come to the Wall once a decade as a reminder to us that you live beyond the Wall." Jon said first.

"Either myself or one of my kind will appear once a decade. Will the people that have lived on the Wall threaten us on our march?" The Other responded.

Jon shook his head. "Nobody will live beyond the wall anymore. All of the First Men and Women are of the North. If there are any still left beyond the Wall, I will send rangers to collect them. Only rangers will be beyond the Wall and. Or my banners if you break the pact."

The Other nodded though much more grimly. "You would cripple any army I could make against you and your descendants. Though if you break that it will not matter."

Jon growled at the Other. The Other stepped back slightly.

"Nobody will be beyond the wall to increase your armies or people but I want you back in the Lands of Always Winter except for once a decade so you're as far from the North as possible." Jon added.

The Other looked coldly at him as he spoke "And what guarantees will I get that you remember the pact besides our appearance once a decade?"

Jon looked hard at the Other. "The Watch and the Wall will be fully armed with what can kill you at all times. It will be fully manned to restore the magics of the Wall. And the First Men will all come on your arrival each decade as a reminder to ourselves as well as the Watch."

"I believe those to be fair terms." The Crow said.

The Other smiled grimly. "Fair terms for between man and Other. But no reference to the dragons."

The Crow seemed displeased. "It is impossible for Ice and Fire to treat like this."

"But what will the First Men do to assure the dragons don't come North?" The Other asked.

Jon growled at the Other.I know well enough about the dragons.They were only three according to the Crow. The Crow informing him of one of the Targaryen dragons dying had been a small relief to Jon, meaning there was one less to deal with and only two that were a problem. Dealing with them was still a problem he needed to sort out.They can die but I need to finish the plan properly.Jon thought as he spoke.

"I will deal with the dragons before the end of Spring and Winter is over. I have a plan to deal with them so neither side goes extinct and dooms us."

The Other scowled. "That's not good enough."

Jon knocked the Other into the ground as his growl grew louder. "It is for now. You will agree with this pact between human and other or I will kill you and have one of your people decide."

"You would weaken us more by doing that." The Other spat fearfully.

Jon snarled in response. The Other looked at him until he offered his hand.

"Fine. I agree to the pact. But I will return to know of what you have done with the dragons." The Other said forcefully.

Jon nodded as the two turned to the Crow.

"The terms of the pact have been agreed then. Place a hand on the Heart Tree."

The two placed a hand on the Tree. It pulsated for a moment and Jon felt a small bit of blood leave his hand.

"It is done. The pact has been remade. The Old Gods have viewed it and will remember as will I. Both sides will hold to the pact. If it is broken then war will come until a new one is forged." The Crow said simply.

There was a silence before two large guttural roars could be heard.They're here.The Other looked angry.

"The Dragons are here! My people must kill them!"

"Your side will lose and doom everyone to fire." The Crow said with a small hint of nerves.If either side wins we're fucked.

Jon grabbed the Other again. "NO! YOU WILL RUN AS FAR NORTH AS POSSIBLE AND THE FIRST MEN WILL DEAL WITH THEM!"

The Other looked afraid of him and nodded.

"You will return when the King of Winter solves the problem of the dragons come Spring." The Crow commanded.

His words held power, bringing them back to their last moment in the dark with Jon holding Long claw and an obsidian dagger to the Other's throat. He could hear the roars in the area of the army. That got the Wolfblood pumping hard. Jon glared at the Other. He got up slowly and started to run with his brethren following. Jon turned to his own forces.

"GET TO THE HORSES NOW!"

Jon rode hard with the men back to the battlefield with Ghost and the wolves running as fast as the horses. He could see short bursts of dragon fire along the way The Dragons were here and that meant they could cause the end of everyone.I'll kill them if they've doomed us.Jon thought angrily as he rode hard to the battlefield. The closer he got the more he could smell smoke and ash on the cold winds. Ghost and the wolves were sniffing warily as they gradually approached.

"Burnt Corpses." Artos and Cerwyn both said grimly.

Jon spurred his horse on faster at the words. Dragon Fire and roars of fury and pain consumed the night. Jon was oblivious to it.I need to get to my people. I need to get to Arya.It was all Jon could think of as he rode faster and faster. Soon the roars and flames had stopped as they got closer. The smell of burnt death on the cold winds did not dissipate though. Only getting stronger. Ghost had got ahead with the pack so Jon saw through his eyes. Ghost was at the battlefield.

It was worse to smell through Ghost's eyes. The smell of thousands upon thousands of burnt, charred and ashen corpses. The sight of it was worse. It wasn't just Wights. It was his own men and women by the thousands. Looking up he could see the faint outlines of the soldiers from atop the wall. Numbers looked the same but Ghost could feel the anger and loss on them both from above and on the ground… Ghost ran further onwards, seeing the survivors that had been fighting on the ground. There had been Twelve Thousand Men and women fighting on the ground whilst Thirteen Thousand were garrisoned above the wall. The survivors that were walking on to the battlefield barely numbered a thousand and ten of the twenty giants he had on the ground. Ghost ran further onward, the Northmen seeing the wolf and its pack.

A circle was formed before him. Ghost could sense Nymeria and what was left of her wolves with them as he bounded forward. He could feel the rage and sadness growing as he got closer. Among the group was great Jon Umber, Morgan Liddle, Donnel Flint Alsyane Mormont and Sigorn of Thenn. But Ghost's gaze was on Benjen's. His face completely grief stricken as he looked down at a charred corpse with Nymeria by his side. She was whimpering at the body before turning towards Ghost and nudging her head at his. Looking into the eyes he could see pain and mourning. And below him was a blackened Needle.

Ghost howled in pain as Jon wept.

Full names of who died will come in time.

Any questions, feel free tae ask.

I will also note that I had this planned pretty much fae the start. Not a reaction tae the show even though I've said my piece on it. I had played about in my head wae which stark should die in this fiction. I'd thought about val and rickon being burnt at Winterfell fir Jon and Arya tae come back tae. I thought about Sansa getting killed accidently in the South wae Daenerys and Aegon thinking she was going tae war wae them. I thought about Jon dying by dragons and Arya going fir vengeance. but Arya was the most powerful in my eyes. Jon died because he wanted tae save his sister and came back tae wage war fir her. It had tae be her in this one.

And the arrows did damage tae the dragons.

Daenerys meets Jon next chapter btw