Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Game of Thrones - Chapter 16

Kneeling before him again, she spoke urgently, "I tried telling your brothers, they're marching the wrong way. All these swords, they should be going north, boy. North, not south!" She said firmly to the silent Stark in Winterfell as her eyes flitted to the carved face within the weirwood.

"The cold winds are rising." She stated as Bran looked up, seeing the leaves of the weirwood tree blow in the wind ominously.

<Same time, Outside Castle Black, The Wall, The Gift (Brandon's Gift)...>

A few of the black brothers of the Nights Watch, including, Jon, Pyp, Rast, Grenn and Sam watched the corpses of the risen dead burn outside of the castle of the Nights Watch, making sure they stayed dead as it were.

"They were touched by White Walkers." Sam stated with slight fear in his voice. 

The heads of the four others turned to the fat steward as he spoke, "That's why they came back. That's why their eyes turned blue. Only fire will stop them."

"How'd you know that?" Jon asked with interest at that piece of knowledge. 

"I read about it in a book... a very old book in Maester Aemon's library." Sam answered Jon, who asked, "What else did the book say?"

"The White Walkers sleep beneath the ice for thousands of years. And when they wake up..." Sam trailed off at that part, frightened by that knowledge before Pyp prompted, "And when they wake up, what?" He asked as Sam found all their attention on him again.

Sam looked at them before looking upwards at the Wall as he spoke, "I hope the Wall's high enough."

They all turned their eyes to the imposing structure built by Brandon Stark in the age of heroes, starting to consider that the monsters within the stories might've actually been real enough... and dangerous enough to build a massive wall to keep out of the Realms of Men.

<Two days later, Morning, Moat Cailin, The Fever River, The Neck, The North...>

The snow lightly fell to the ground as the towers of Moat Cailin were manned with the banners of the Northern Houses, House Stark chief among them, flying proudly in the wind as two horses carrying two riders rounded over a hill.

One horse bore Ser Rodrik Cassel, the Master-At-Arms of Winterfell whilst the other bore Lady Catelyn Stark, Lady of Winterfell as she noticed the massive array of tents that stood near Moat Cailin, upon the borders of the Fever River.

"Summer snows, my lady." Ser Rodrik stated somewhat ironically at the snowing weather that they found themselves in.

"Robb's brought the North with him." Catelyn stated at the sight of the war camp of Northerners that held men loyal to the House of Stark... and them alone.

<Same time, Command Tent, Stark War Camp, Moat Cailin, The Fever River, The Neck, The North...>

Robb leaned over the desk with a map of Westeros and the tokens representing Stark and Lannister forces arrayed before him as he spoke, "The Riverlords are falling back with Jaime Lannister at their heels. And Lord Tywin is bringing around a second Lannister army from the South. Our scouts confirm it's even bigger than the Kingslayer's."

"One army or two, the Kings in the North threw back hosts 10 times as large." The Lord of Last Hearth said confidently.

"Aye, but Moat Cailin was fully repaired and newly furnished in their time. It leaves much to be desired in ours." Edwyn stated sarcastically, gaining many chuckles from the other lords before the figure of Lady Stark stood in the opening of the tent with all the lords and men in the tent standing to attention.