A trip to the crypts

by Sidious7777

Jon Snow was betrayed by his brothers for daring to answer the Boltons' pink letter. In death he takes a trip to the crypts, the nightmare that plagued him in life. This story was removed, OA is Blackwolf2019

27. Chapter 27

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Chapter 27: The Battle of The Wall Part 1

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Arya

Arya stood proudly with her fellow Northmen as they waited for the dead to appear out of the woods. This was what she had always wanted, to fight like her brothers. And her first battle would be against the oldest enemy of the North. As terrifying as it was, knowing that she would be facing the God of Death incarnate and that failure meant extinction… it was satisfying to be fighting with her people. And with her brother.We'll beat them and have them remember the North.Arya thought as she waited below the wall with 10,000 of the 25,000 strong army.

As much as everyone would prefer to stay above on the wall, and the bulk of the army was, a portion would have to be on the ground for the plan to work and to prevent any of the Others reaching the wall. The Three Eyed Crow that had killed her brother had warned them that the magics of the wall had weakened considerably, meaning that the Other could pass through the gates. The magics of the wall were connected to the brothers at the wall. Depleting numbers of the watch had made the magics start to fail, something that would only heal with more men joining the watch. It was something that could only be done with time though, meaning it was the strength of the First Men that would be winning the day and pushing them back.At least we aren't completely on flat ground.Arya thought as she surveyed the ground before her in wait. The Northmen had been busy since arrival, finishing and adding to the Watch's work by digging deeper trenches at the border of the forest, building more wooden spikes, oiling the ground and creating a large elevation for the men on the ground. The embankment put them ten foot above the dead, giving an advantage for spears and shields. The only place not elevated was for the men was right at the gate, allowing for cavalry to make there way onto the field through the opening on the east side when the time was right.When Jon enters the field.

They'd made it the best place to defend the wall, knowing they would go wherever the Three Eyed Crow was before killing everything else. The Watch had also made it the only place to get through, freezing all other gates along the wall. Only the gate of Castle Black was open so the crow could reach the Godswood. The dead could only enter one way, unless they waited for the seas to freeze.A long wait for them but it's getting cold enough.Arya thought as she waited alongside the Northmen.

"I fucking hate the wait." Hugo Wull said as he looked between the group then out towards to the forest.

"Ha! You don't know what wait is Wull! I've been waiting for a proper fight since the Twins! Those Frey and brotherhood shits were barely worth the time! At least you got to fight the Boltons!" Umber boomed into the deathly cold.

"Neither of you know what waiting feels like." Cold hands said bluntly, looking forwards as he spoke.

His words brought a moment of silence to the Northmen. The Crow's servant was a tale of Old Nan's that had come to life for the Northmen. The Infamous Thirteenth Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. He was the Lord Commander that had fallen in love with the only woman that had been turned into one of the Others by the Children. Benjen had told her of it one night after meeting him, that the female other and a few of her kind had sought to disobey the pact, weakening the watch by corrupting it, something the Lord Commander had happily obliged in until he was defeated. His punishment had been eternal service to the watch and the Crow, knowing that his Queen was dead. The Dead man was no friend to the Others for what had happened to him.He can neither live nor die, simply serve the watch.

"You might get what you want this day." Arya said to Cold Hands.

Cold Hands just grunted in response, walking over to some of the giants that were also on the ground, clad in armour mixed with iron and leather.Twenty of them on the ground for any of their dead kin and the rest as archers.

"We are truly in the age of heroes again. We fight with the Night's King and giants against death itself." Alsyane said almost reverently.

"Aye! We'll be making corpses of corpses and I'll be showing my kin what true giants are! Umber bellowed into field with his Uncles hammering their shields.

"You know, I always wondered whether your voice could wake the dead Umber. It seems it's true now that the long Night's here." Maege said dryly.

"Har! My Lady's got the right of it. You're a loud fucker even for a free-folk!" Tormund agreed as he laughed alongside the Northmen.

Arya smiled as Maege smacked him on the head. "None of that my lady bollocks Tormund. Or you'll be joining the dead sooner than you'd hope."

"Har! I killed a giant at ten and I bed you she-bear!" Tormund shot back in challenge.

The Northmen smiled until the horns brought them to silence.They're here.Arya could see faint images within the woods, most barely noticeable except for the odd dead giant amongst them. It felt colder before as the two sides seemed to wait.The Others bring the Cold.Arya thought as she stared coldly into the darkened woods. Neither side was moving, both waiting to see who would make the first move. It could only be the dead to move. An advance would kill the North's chances. The Northmen were all silent as they waited for the dead to move.

"What do we say to the God of Death?" Arya asked them all loudly.

The Northmen looked at her. She wasn't commanding the army like Maege and Great Jon but she was a Stark of Winterfell and they listened.

"Not today!" Arya shouted.

The Northmen roared in response.

"What do we say to the God of death?!" She shouted again.

"Not today!" The chorus of Northerners yelled.

The shields of the Northmen started banging across their embankment. Then the dead began to move forward quickly. Arya watched them finally come into proper vision as they ran out of the forest. They were no faster or slower than men and women, just not stopping. The dead men ran quickly into the long trench, slowly filling it. The archers wouldn't let them fill it so the rest could get passed though as Arya watched the sky light up with thousands of flaming arrows, some larger than others thanks to the giants. There was something oddly beautiful seeing over 10,000 arrows flying almost in unison. The volley landed firmly into the trench, hitting into the screaming dead men and setting them alight… and the oil at the bottom of the trench. The fires of the trench burnt through the screaming dead men and eventually putting the army to a stop briefly. The Northmen roared again.

"Not a bad start." Arya said quietly as she watched the flames dance in the trench, ending the dead men's screams. The Northmen on the wall were going to be the best for thinning the enemy forces considerably having the height advantage. The forces under Lord Glover, Cerwyn and Blackwood's command would be keeping the dead off them as long as possible and keeping the numbers from overwhelming them.We'll be clashing eventually though.

The fires were slowly fading, returning the field to a darkness dimly lit by their own sconces and the embers of the trench. To the Northmen's joy, none of the dead that had fallen in the trench had got back up. A good sign that the flaming arrows had worked. Within the flickers of fire Arya could see that none of the Others were visible yet, only dead men.

"They're moving again!" Maege shouted as the dead started piling on top of the permanent corpses in the trench. Some of them were filling it up so the rest of the army could traverse across. Another great volley of arrows struck into the Wights as they clambered over the trench. The Volley struck the dead men once again, further lighting the field of the dead in flames. It wasn't as effective as before but the flames were dropping the dead men and thinning numbers. Though there were clearly not in short supply as the horde ran through the flames that were consuming the arrow pierced Wights. The dead men's screams as they were getting closer and the screams more piercing as they moved nearer and near, some of their forces only being stopped by the volleys of arrows. Until they hit the spike nearing the centre of the battlefield. Arya could hear a thousand bone crunching noises as the dead men hit the spikes, still moving as they screamed on the barricades. Some of the dead men tore in half at the contact, torsos flying off and still moving. Other met with their heads and stopped. The rest began to climb over.

Another burst of flew over the Northmen as the arrows let loose across the sky while the barricade held temporarily.

"It's breaking!" Whoresbane yelled as the dead men climbed over the corpses and crushed the barricade into the ground. Giant Wights tearing through some parts of it quicker than others. The dead were running into the centre of the field. This was the bit that everyone dreaded. The archers were to wait until as many of the dead were on the centre before firing. If it worked, they would be able to thin the numbers a lot more.If they're too soon it won't do enough and if they're too late then we're going to have even more to overrun us.

"Remember! The archers are waiting not fucking us over!" Tormund yelled into the army.

"And if they do fuck us over then we throw the cunts off the wall after we clean up their mess!" Umber boomed as he held his Great Sword firmly.

Arya watched intently as the hordes of the dead in their thousands made their way into the field. She could see rotting men, women, children and giants all coming for them. None of the Others were present yet.They must be at the back,Arya realised as the numbers kept coming. She was staring death in the face and it just kept growing.

"Come on ya bastard archers!" Wull yelled upwards as the thousands got closer.

Arya felt the same as she looked at the screaming rot before her. But then she saw the flames above them. Only one hundred were flying through the air but they were much bigger, that of the giants up on the wall. The giant arrows struck into the giant Wights and the ground, lighting the oil that had been placed across the entirety of the centre. The fires from each arrow spread violently across the centre of the field, consuming the entire field. Once again, the freezing night had been illuminated and warmed up as the dead were held in their tracks. Thousands upon thousands were burning and screaming. Some were turning to ashes and others were just dropping to the ground. And other dead men hadn't stopped in time, adding to the carnage.

"Do they feel pain?" Arya asked to herself as she listened to the screams.

"They feel nothing. The screams are just used for fear and to inform their masters of things. They'll be coming soon now that you're proving to be a bother." Cold hands answered as he looked on before moving towards his elk behind the embankment.

"About time we see these fucks!" Crowfood shouted angrily into the army.

"They're here." Arya whispered as she watched them walk out of the forest, flames showing their image.

The Northmen turned to silence as they entered the field, parting through the dead men that had stopped at the foot of the flames. There were one hundred of them by Arya's count, some on horseback. They were dressed in black leather armour, wielding great spears of Ice in their hands. Their entire faces were an icy blue, faces emotionless and dark horns at the top of their skills.A face of death.Arya thought with a chill. The Others made no sound as they made their way to the front, being led by one of them, not much different to his kin except for more armour on his person. Arya watched as the others looked at the flames that lit the centre of the field for a moment before the well armoured other raised his hand. She could feel the cold from here as whatever he was doing slowly brought the flames to an end.

"He can quell the flames." One Northman muttered in fear.

"And we can break the cunts!" Tormund replied loudly.

Volleys of arrows started again as Tormund yellow, flames hitting the dead men but not doing much to the Others.They can't stop the flames if it comes to quickly.Arya realised as most flaming arrows didn't dissipate to whatever the others were doing, only those around them.

"DO DEAD MEN OWN THE NORTH?! Umber yelled as the armies of the dead and some of the Others made their way forward, getting closer.

"NO!" The Northmen roared in response.

"WHO OWNS THE NORTH?!" Maege shouted as the thousands hit the barricade below them, Wights climbing over their dead.

"US!" The Northmen roared as they prepared their shields and weapons.

Arya roared with them as they prepared. More Volleys of flaming arrows hurtled across the sky into the dead sprinting out of the forest. The archers would be thinning numbers but the clash was inevitable.We won't be overrun.Arya thought as she took a deep breath.

Then the clash of screaming dead men hit their shields when they finally made their way up the embankment. Arya felt the power their as thousands of Wights put pressure on each other to get to them. It felt horrible as their weight lumbered on the shields, with the screaming ring at them. Arya wasn't going to let the noise deter her though as she slammed her obsidian tipped spear into a Wight's head through the shields. Every Northman with spears was doing the same, shields pushing forward to send the dead hurtling back. The sound of spears and swords bashing into bones. Could be heard across the entire line.

"Winterfell!" Arya shouted as her spear thrust into another Wight's face as it tried to push through. Great Jon answered her shout with his own as his giant Great sword cleaved three heads off in one swing.

"UMBER!"

The Northmen were hacking violently at every Wight that kept coming at them. Arms, legs and heads were flying everywhere before them as dead men dropped to the ground permanently. Others less so as Arya saw half a torso try and grab a Northman's foot. Arya stabbed the Wight in the neck and pulled the head back, severing it from the head and dulling its blue eyes to nothing. Out of the back, Arya could hear the giants roaring as they prevented the Wights from coming up the East and West sides of the embankment, giant spiked clubs smashing into the hordes The Northmen were doing well but their efforts and that of the archers were being overshadowed by the fact that they were outnumbered. And the Others hadn't decided join the fray after removing the fire from the field. They needed them to get closer so they could use their dragon glass on them and thin them out.There are too many for now though.Arya thought as she kept hacking at the dead. Then she heard the howls of the wolves and felt Nymeria's presence and smiled.

Nymeria and her pack had been sent with Benjen and the Black Brothers to the Night fort some time prior to ride through the secret passageway. Arya briefly looked through Nymeria, seeing Benjen and a group of riders in black, all wielding chains with a flaming iron ball attached. Benjen had Widow's Wail in hand and chain in the other as the riders and the wolves tore into Wights for a quick attack to distract the Wights. More arrows volleyed on the eastern side as far away from the riders as possible. Arya felt Nymeria tear dead men in half as Benjen and his black brothers smash into the dead men, Benjen making his way for one of the Others that was approaching the rider. Benjen and Nymeria didn't give the Others time to properly engage as Widow's Wail cut through the Other's head and Nymeria smashed into another, a rider ending it with a dragon glass. Arya grinned as the Northmen cheered at her Uncle killing the other and starting to split the enemy's forces. The cheers as they fought was met with another piercing howl from behind and chants.

"The Jon!"

"The Jon!"

"The Jon!"

Jon had entered through the gate with his own cavalry and wolves, made up of Robar Royce's knights and Northern cavalry. Cold Hands was joining them, taking the crow off the back of Jon's horse for his elk." Arya turned back to see that they were charging out of the small opening on the east embankment that was guarded by the giants smashing a clearing for them. She could see the snarl on Jon's face, illuminated by a torch. The Heavy cavalry charged through them, lances piercing through dead men as they hurtled through the battlefield, wolves ripping heads off alongside. She could see Jon wield Longclaw on his horse, savagely cutting through the dead men as he led the charge.He still won't use a Lance.He'd got a group of others' attentions, some riding to meet the cavalry. Arya made her way as close to the east side as possible and flung an obsidian dagger into one of them before it could get closer, turning it to nothing. Jon impaled another brutally with Longclaw as he pushed further into the distance.

The first other must have realised that Jon had the Crow, following suit on a dead horse with group of others and dead men. It had worked. Jon had split some of the Others albeit it to confront the first Other and forge the pact again.He'll do it.Arya thought determinedly as she stabbed another Wight.

"He's split the bastards up!" Tormund yelled cheerfully.

"The King in the North!" Arya yelled.

The Northmen roared again as they pushed their shields at the Wights and stabbed. "The King of Winter!"

"Stark!"

"Stark!"

"Stark!"

"Stark!"

The Dead Men screamed in response as the others joined them on the embankment.Not today.Arya repeated to herself as she thrust her spear forward.

Jon

Jon snarled angrily as he impaled the pale blue other with Longclaw before kicking his horse to go faster, hacking at the Wights as he rode. There were more dead men than any had imagined but Jon didn't care. He'd kill as many of them as possible and make it permanent. Jon and Ghost howled as they hacked a large Wight to bits. The riders finally pushed through the Wights and had an opening to ride as fast as possible to the Godswood. The Lancers and war thuribles that the riders were using had proven to be effective in clearing a pathway through the dead after the giants gave them the opening. Jon had seen his forces cut through heads like they were butter whilst Ghost and the pack tore through the Wights, adding to the carnage.

Jon heard Robar Royce, Cley Cerwyn, Grenn and the riders cheer as the field opened up to them, allowing them and the horse to move much more quickly to the Godswood.Now they'll be chasing us.Jon thought as he looked back, seeing that the bulk of the Others and some dead men were chasing after them. But that was the plan though, getting the Others to him for making the pact and preventing all of their army from attacking solely him or the army guarding the gate. If all of the dead followed him then Arya, Maege and the Great Jon could cut them down from behind. And letting the Crow go free was too much of a risk to be left free.The Others are smart enough to realise that.Jon thought as he rode forward. Looking back once more he saw a volley of arrows struck into some but the fires quelled near the Others.

"Faster!" Jon growled as he kicked his horses.

The horses and the wolves picked up the pace, gradually running out of the range of the archers. They would be focusing on thinning the horde that was attacking the men and women below the wall. Two Thousand had also been sent out to reinforce Arya's position to make sure the infantry didn't get overrun.They'll hold and if they're lucky start to push forward. And I'll break them here.Jon vowed as he rode onwards into the night, wolves howling against the screams as they rode on. To his side he could see Cold Hands and The Three Eyed Crow riding on the elk. Having the Crow with them was the biggest risk but ultimately necessary. They needed him here to make the pact and Jon wasn't planning on letting him die.You killed my brother. You better be speaking true.Jon thought with a growl escaping his lips as they kept going.

Their horses had managed to make a lead on the Others and the Wights, though Jon could see that the Others were still visible out of them. Jon looked hard at the one leading them, blue skin the most ice like from Jon's perception. He was well armoured and broader shouldered than the rest. His face was emotionless but its stare was penetrating. Jon gripped Longclaw tighter with rage as he kept moving. That was the one he had to break. He was the most powerful of them, being the first created from the hatred of the children. It made him more durable to Obsidian and Valyrian Steel according to the Crow and most likely to be more durable to dragon fire. Jon had thought it better that the first other should die so he could treat with one of the weaker ones but the Crow had advised against it. If the First Other fell then the side of Ice would be much weaker against the dragons if the worst ever came and that would mean extinction regardless.

It didn't take them long for the riders to reach the Godswood, Red Leaves and Weirwood face being illuminated by their fires. Jon would have had people here waiting for them but there would have been too much of a risk of them being found if the dead scouted them. The group of riders prepared quickly, getting off their horses to form up around the Weirwood with the Crow at the centre. The horses had been sent off. The Crow would return them after the battle.

Jon watched the men prepare themselves as the Others and Wights got closer. They were only a few minutes away from looking through Ghost's eyes. The wolf pack was howling and growling as they prepared. He could barely see anyone in the dark and snow. His men were faintly visible by what fire weapons they had. But he could feel their fear as the thundering of dead hooves and the patter of scattered dead feet became much louder. One clearly of a dead giant. Jon snarled at the dead as they came into view. The Others were at the front, looking at them with dead eyes, knowing they would be surrounding them. The two groups stared at each other.

"FOR THE PACK!" Jon howled, breaking the silence of his men.

"FOR WAYMAR!" Robar Shouted.

"FOR JEOR!" Grenn shouted.

"FOR THE NORTH!" Everyone roared with the wolves growling.

The Others began to ride forward on their horses to break the line. Ghost responded in kind by charging at them, his wolf pack hitting both the dead horses and the Wights. The dead horses kept moving as wolves tore at their legs until they managed to bring some of them down, running off to fight the Wights when the Others started to kill their pack. Ghost ripped through the first other's horse before running tearing at a Wight's head and helping to scatter the horde. Jon could taste the rotting flesh in his mouth, feeling Ghost's bloodlust. They weren't the only animals attacking the dead, with a murder of crows swooping down and clawing at dead eyes and heads. The Others didn't seem to like them as they walked forward, leading the charge instead of waiting back.

"Break the fuckers!" Jon snarled, slashing through the Other in a charge as some of his men followed whilst others formed up around the Crow.

The Wights and Others were hitting them hard, attacking them as ruthlessly as they were. Jon hacked Longclaw through the Wights in front of them as he pushed forward into the horde for the Wights towards one of the Others. The Great Icy blade clashed with his own, the two having a short parry before Jon sidestepped and cut the Other's hand off before its body turned to icy water. Jon shot forward through the dead, cutting them down as Ghost joined him, tearing at any coming from his side. Jon grinned savagely as he fought with his wolf and the warriors. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Grenn and a group of brothers fighting a giant Wight with Cold Hands, trying to break the right flank to get to the Crow. To his front Robar had felled one Other with an obsidian blade as he fought alongside Cerwyn but they were getting overwhelmed as more Others and Wights began to attack them. Ghost and Jon worked in unison as the wolf pulled the Wights off Cerwyn, allowing for the young Northman to get back up, being pulled up by Torghen Flint and his son Artos. Jon joined Robar in engaging the Others, both of them parrying furiously as Cerwyn and the Flints smashed their axes into the Wights.

"We Remember!" Robar yelled as he thrusted into another Other, breaking his guard and turning another to water. But his own guard had opened ul, allowing for an icy blade to impale his side, sending him to the ground dead. Jon snarled, cutting at the Other in front of him before taking Robar's head off and attacking the Other that killed him with wild blows. The horned monster tried to break his attacks but Jon kept pushing him back as the wolves and Northmen took care of the Wights around them. Every attack Jon gave, he felt a growl escape his lips as the Wolfblood coursed through his veins. Eventually the emotionless creature didn't block quick enough, allowing Jon to break through him and chop at its head, sending cold ice water into the air.

"We need to get to the Weirwood!" Cerwyn shouted as he cut a Wight's head off.

Jon turned in the direction of the wood, seeing that the giant Wight had fallen finally, but it had taken half of the brothers and Grenn to kill.Your watch has ended.Jon howled at his fallen brother's loss, charging forward with Ghost, followed by wolves and men alike.

"TO THE WEIRWOOD!" Jon yelled into the night.

Cold Hands and the men guarding the Crow were being attacked by the others, not making much damage as they tried to get an opening. For a moment Jon saw a dagger strike the first Other's face only for it to leave a cut.He's more durable than the rest.Jon confirmed as he barrelled forward, taking more and more heads in the horde that was between them and the remaining Others. Some of which had been his own men moments ago. Ghost and the wolves ran into the backs of Others, pushing them forward before putting their fangs into their armour dragging them back to be killed by his men. Some of his men and wolves weren't as lucky as the Others got up, impaling their blades into Torghen Flint and some of the Wolves. He heard an angry cry from Artos Flint as slammed his obsidian axe into the Other that killed his father whilst the remaining wolves and men made an opening for Jon. Jon and Ghost ran at the First Other, Ghost for the legs and Jon to the head. To his shock, the First Other turned from Cold Hands and blocked him and kicked Ghost back.

Jon growled as he felt Ghost's pain form having the wind knocked out of him. The First Other turned his attention to him fully.

"PROTECT THE CROW!" Jon ordered his men and Cold Hands as he raised his sword to the first Other. The Other raised its spear in response, moving forward. The two began to circle as each side's forces fought to keep the enemy from joining.

Jon looked at the Other before him. He was better armoured than the rest, adorned with thick black armour and the faint shape of an eye at the breastplate. His blue skin seemed brighter and more ice like than the rest. His black eyes were focused but seemed to hold a hint of something else in them that Jon couldn't quite figure out. But that didn't matter to Jon, it was the cut on his cheek that was interesting, bleeding a mix of red and wet snow.How many cuts will I have to give before you break?Jon wondered as he snarled, running forward to clash with the First Other. Longclaw met the large Ice Spear once again, an unnatural clang penetrating the night. The Other pushed backwards and started a relentless barrage of strike at Jon. Jon blocked as many of them as possible before moving to the side and slashing at the arm and cutting a part of the leather.It gets colder with every swing of the spear.Jon thought angrily as he thrust angrily at the Other's throat before it was effortlessly blocked, pushing his sword back to him and making Jon stagger slightly.

The Other made an attempt to impale him but Jon stepped backward and smashed his sword down onto the spear with force and pushing it into the ground. Jon grinned as he took the brief moment to cut at the leather again. This time it got through, leaving another cut on the Other's body. Longclaw went to strike the Other's throat again but was blocked by the Icy spear as it effortlessly left the ground. The Other's face remained emotionless despite the cut and began to engage again, managing to cut at Jon's face and pushing him backwards again. Jon grunted at the cut, colder than anything he had felt beyond the wall. He could feel some drops of blood turn to ice as they escaped the cut and dropped to the ground. The Other went for another cut at Jon but Jon deflected it, though feeling another freezing cut to his hand.

"I WILL END YOU!" Jon roared in response, resuming their battle.

Both of them deflected and parried each other, neither giving much ground. Jon snarled at every clash of cold Ice against him. The fight needed to be quicker than this or he would eventually slow down.The Others don't tire like us. Jon thought as he blocked another blow and countered.I won't tire either.Jon thought as he ducked under the Other's spear and slashed at his stomach, making another cut through the leather and into the icy skin. Ghost and a smaller murder of crows attacked at the same time, Ghost sinking its fangs into the cut arm and the crows clawing at its skull. The Other went to smack his wolf off but Jon kicked the Other backwards as Ghost let go. Jon threw his black obsidian dagger into the Other's eye as it fought the crows. The obsidian dagger jammed into the black eye, turning the Other's face angry. Jon wasn't going to let him strike back though, starting another reign of blows. This time Jon was making more opening and cuts into the Other's armour and skin. Red and snow blood was starting to leak through the armour now. Then the Icy spear cut across and through Jon's armour, making a long cut across Jon's skin.It would have been deep without the armour.Jon thought as he heard Ghost's angry snarl.

His loyal wolf charged in once again, trying to grab at the Other's leg. The Other pivoted his body to stab Ghost. Jon saw red before he got the attempt, bringing his sword low and cutting at the Other's kneecap, striking through the greaves and halfway through the Other's leg. The Other dropped onto the leg that Ghost was tearing, spear turning into a crutch. Jon snarled at the Other before him, ripping out the black dagger and putting it to its throat. He looked around briefly to see that there were only Others left engaging his allies and that they had stopped. All were looking at the Other kneeling on the ground with two blood and death covered wolves stood over it. Jon and Ghost looked at the other and gave deathly growls.

"YIELD!" Jon shouted at the Other, Ghost and what remaining wolves howling with his shout.

The Other looked at him for a moment, returning from a state of anger to something else in the icy façade. Something that would look like shock and fear on the living. The moment lasted for an age before the Other nodded. Then Jon watched the Other's face twist in pain, Jon felt it too as he heard the dead voice of the crow speak.

"And now we will remake the pact."

Hope you all enjoyed! I hope the strategy fir this was good. We'll be going back tae Arya next chapter. Nothing's finished just yet though. The battle isnae over. And I felt wae giants around and the North aware there have been loads of preparations on the wall to build an embankment and some traps and large amounts of oil. Common sense stuff fir a siege in my mind. Any questions feel free tae ask.