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Bryanna's pov

War continued to rage around them as bryanna of winterfell eyed the arms of the weaponry hungrily. The weapons were scattered messily, maces thrown to the ground in haste, bows that no longer contained their arrows and warped swords that held no bite or sting. None of this mattered to the crow girl. Any wepm would do. She was trained in all the weapons that she was faced with and blunt or not, a weapon was still a weapon when used right.

She could feel jon's eyes still upon her burning into her back like hot metal. It would have unnerved her, hurt her but her mind was broken and had only one mission. She was going to hunt down and kill the prince beyond the wall.

A flash of red lit up the armoury engulfing the dried straw roof. Red. fire. Kissed by fire.

A memory that bryanna was all too keen to remember.

Ygritte!

Yes. she too was going to meet her end this night.

The roof exploded and buckled beneath the weight of the flames, collapsing onto the crow girl, burning her as it fell. She did not cry however, she didn't have a chance for jon snow reached his hand around her wrist and tore her away from the flames just in time as she grabbed a bow and arrow.

She didn't thank him. She did nothing. She was empty and her only mission was to defend the wall against the wildlings, a mission she had been given since taking her oath. A mission that she knew would arise from the day she left bryanna the ward back at the cold doors of winterfell.

But even now in the midst of battle did her heart yearn to embrace the ragged bastard. His brown eyes stared blankly at her, unreadable and expressionless. He was eyeing her almost coldly as if he knew something about her that she did not. For a moment it made her uncomfortable, then as she looked harder at the face of the wall she saw that his eyes were not looking at her at all.

Instinct made her turn. Instinct made her gut clench with hate as her eyes saw the shine of fire cut through the courtyard of castle black. She was there, in her courtyard, in her home slaying her brothers...oh yes, ygritte was there her hair a beacon of notice.

Fucking bitch! Kill the bitch! Bryann's mind whispered hatefully.

Bryanna wasted no time in turning her eyes back to jon snow. She knew when he caught a glimpse of the hatred that reflected in her eyes that ygritte the wildling was not going to live another night now that bryanna had clocked her.

She swore that she saw pain reflect in jon snow's dark eyes. His face seemed paler than the norm and his mouth formed a hard line as if he was biting down on his tongue to stop himself from speaking. But he didn't have to say anything. His expression alone was enough for bryanna to understand his loyalty. He loved ygritte,, that was certain; how could he not? He had spent a considerable long time with the flame haired wildling learning their ways, fucking her, fighting her, all the while pretending to be a turn cloak.

Yet bryanna wondered now if jon had been pretending at all.

She held his stare before she turned her back to the dark haired man. She said nothing and expected him to say nothing in return. His sword dropped the slow drip of the enemies blood onto the snow around his feet. The welt on his face glistened, slick from blood and sweat. The leathers that he had been wearing to protect his body had been ripped on his left arm, a bite from a wildling blade, jagged and powerful. Bryanna knew that even as she turned her back to him that he would still fight on. War was no time to submit to the feelings of exhaustion and guilt that she felt. She had to use those emotions to fuel her onwards.

She had to use that fuel to pierce the heart of the flame haired enemy just as her betrayal of jon snow had pierced her own.

Jon's pov

It was the flash of red that caught his eye and stilled his heart for a moment. He knew from the moment that his eyes set on the flame haired wilding that it would be the last time that he ever saw ygritte alive. A strange sort of fear ran through jon snow's heart at this realisation. He didn't know how that made him truly feel.

He had spent a half of his year laying in the flame haired girls bed, listening to her stories of adventure, swords, death and passion. All this he had done with open ears for adventure is what the boy jon snow had craved the most when he had first joined the watch. He had been that exact boy when he had met ygritte, mance rayder and his son. When he had escaped he had become the man that he was born to be. The day he left ygritte was the day his heart told him of what he truly desired. Yet why did his heart ache now at the thought of never seeing the fiery whore again?

The bastard of the wall watched as bryanna disappeared into the fog, her ferocity being swallowed by the smog of enemies. He knew what she intended to do. She had changed so much. But then he realized the blood smeared stains between her thighs and the non existence bump that had once made itself known to him. And her eyes? They seemed empty to him. Sad, rimmed red as if she had been crying.

It has been birthed you fool! Jon's mind scorned him. The wildlings babe has breathed its breath of life and now it sits in the hands of its milk mother whilst its father slays its mother's kind.

Jon snow did not know how he should feel about knowing that. If bryan's child was alive then that meant that she would be outcast into the wild, left for dead, alone with a babe that she never wanted. But jon knew bryanna. She may despise the thing that she had carried but she would never let it die at her own hands. She would take it, care for it, raise it and when it came of age she would give it an ultimatum, confess her heritage, confess it's heritage and then it would left with the love of its mother's heart or the hate of it's fathers.

He was a vision of power in that moment. His figure a slender black shadow that burned against an angry sky. With a powerful force jon snow, bastard of winterfell hauled himself into the midst of battle once more, his boots scratching over the frozen gravel as he swung his sword angrily through the crowds of wildlings, black brothers and other things.

A skinny foul breathed wildling caught sight of jon snow. His teeth were black and he leered at jon before making the wrong decision. He lunged at the crow a faulty move to make for he impaled himself on the edge of his blade, killing him instantly.

It was something about this kill that made john think of his sister arya.

Stick them with the pointy end! He had told her. And that is what exactly what he had done now. Jon knew she would be proud of him for that.

But then the ground beneath his feet began to shake and fear gripped his heart. It was slow at first and then came in a powerful synchronized wave. The force was so strong that it knocked the men at war to their feet. Jon snow was one of them. When his eyes finally pierced through the veil of fog that caressed his face his heart sank and hope left him.

The giants had come!

…

The cry of the wildlings was enough to make jon realize that it had all been planned out. The wildlings had a strategy, or more to the point mance rayder had a strategy and that strategy and united decades of clan feuds into one unit of hope by the promises of one man. Jon knew that if man could do that then he was a man to be reckoned with, and from what jon had seen of mance rayder, he indeed was a storm of ages.

He was gigantic. Bigger than anything he had ever seen. Its face was twisted, its head bigger than it's body. In its grasp it clutched a club that jon almost mistook for its own thumb. With Each footfall the ground rumbled and cracked from the pressure. When it had finally entered the courtyard it released a a growl so intense that it forced jon snow to his knees, covering his ears in pain.

There was a voice from in the crowd that made john look up. It was a voice that he had long recognized and even longer come to despise. It was the voice of the wildlings. Torin raydar.

"More Doom, kill them! Kill them all!" the wildling prince screamed manically at the giant mass that cracked castle blacks frozen river. A few men had positioned themselves at the giant's feet in a pathetic attempt to put a stop to the giant but it useless, a single man or an army could not put an end to such a beast. A dragon on the other hand?

It was upon seeing mance rayder's son that ignited the fury that resided within the bastard of the wall. Something came over him in that moment that he could not understand. Perhaps it was the giants war cry ripping loose across the blackened sky that stirred his feet into motion, maybe it was watching the slaughter of his brothers around him, or maybe, just maybe, it was the thought of killing the scum that had tortured, raped, manipulated bryanna. Perhaps it was the hatred and the loyalty inside of jon snow of being a sworn brother of the watch that propelled his feet towards the giant and the ice prince.

…..

"Raydar!" he didn't even recognize the sound that tore from out of his own mouth so powerful did it sound. Turning on his heel as his axe cut down another of the watchmen did torin raydar meet jon snow's hateful glower. The prince beyond the wall was covered in the blood of his enemy; crimson stained smears stretched across his pallid flesh, his hair of mousy brown dishevelled and knotted. A dark grin etched itself onto the princes features as he recognized his enemy.

"You," torin sneered. The ground continued to shake violently as the giant standing above jon snow cut and swooped down its club, batting away any man that neared him like a horse swatting away the annoying pests that bother him. "I said i would kill you if i ever saw you again jon snow! And your little bitch," something shifted in the prince's eyes then and it was then that jon realized that his eyes were looking for her. That was his time to strike.

"Well, here i am," jon uttered dangerously, gripping his sword with his burned hand, readying himself for the pounce.

"Aye," torin raydar mocked. "And here i am,"

Jon narrowed eyes already anticipating his enemies move. He knew that the ice prince relied heavily on brute strength, after all he was a wildling. Jon too relied on brute strength but that wasn't his only tactic. His way of fighting had been strong, deceitful and clever. That is what his father had told him.

'Always watch their feet my boy for that is how you will understand their next move.'

Eddard stark couldn't have been more true. As jon waited for his opponent to move, his eyes were faced downward staring at the wildings feet. Without hesitation torin raydar lunged himself at jon. Jon spun out of the way bringing his sword down on the axe that had almost decapitated him and stared the enemy in the eye, both breathing hard.

Bryanna's pov

The thing was massive, unlike anything she had ever seen before. Bryanna remembered the stories that old nan used to tell them when they had been children, of white walkers beyond the wall, giants, fairies, dead things coming to life, curses and the like. Of course she had believed that old nan was simply crazy but she too back that statement now that the truth was laid out before her.

The beast stomped down onto the ground in the centre of the courtyard and howled a howl that sounded familiar to a wolf calling to its pack. A cold chill ran down bryanna's spine. Was there more of them? Where were they coming from? And then she realized,

The west gate!

She had been searching for the flame haired bitch who had disappeared as soon as the giant had arrived. Bryanna now found herself standing in the barracks near the winch staring into the centre of the courtyard her eyes focusing on the two figures pirouetting beautifully like a music box that she once owned.

Her body was broken, and the bitter wind of the north bit at her flesh relentlessly. At her feet a dead body of one of the black brothas lay motionless, his face ripped, his jaw gone. Bryanna felt her stomach twist as she new what she must do. To survive at the watch, stealing dead man's clothes, weapons and the like were the only way of anyone standing survival. And now that the war had come to the wall, fighting in nothing but a tattered fur suit would restrict her from fighting strong and true.

She tore the cloak from off his shoulders, blood soaked and heavy. Next came the leather bustier followed by breeches and boots. She had enough to keep herself warm but she also had enough to protect her from death and reinstate her title as the first lady of the watch!. Bryanna the wildling slave was gone. Bryanna the night's watch women rose to her feet and surveyed the battle grounds around her.

There was movement from across the barracks. It lifted its head only to see that it had been caught and instantly ducked its head back down. Bryanna frowned and notched her arrow to her bow, pointed it in the direction of the stranger. She waited a moment listening to the quiet calm around her which was strange when the sounds of war consumed the wall. Bryanna breathed deeply, exhaling softly, she was ready for it to rear its head again. If it was a wildling and they had been hunting her then they knew that they would be shot dead on sight. But then the figure reared it's again confusing the crow girl.

It was a child. A young boy of about arya's age. One an two perhaps older. Bryanna saw that it clocked her looking at him and as soon as he saw the bow in her grasp the figure ran from cover and began to run down the barrack hallway almost into the bloodshed of battle.

Bryanna gasped as she saw the boy run into the jaws of death. Something paternal instinct inside of her told her to run after him, to stop him, to save him. Her booted feet ran as fast they would allow, her bow now slung upon her back as she chased down the mysterious child.

"Stop!" she yelled. "Wait!"

It was then that she dawned upon the boy. With her hand beyanna clutched at the young boy's tunic. It stretched from force and teared slightly, the boy protesting in her grasp, writhing in fear, screaming at the top of his lungs as he did so. He squirmed so much that the force knocked bryana to her knees, falling backwards with the boy in her arms, hitting her head on the barrack stand behind her.

In her arms, the boy continued to shout.

"Hush," bryanna whispered firmly to the frightened child. "I'm not going to hurt you."

At this the boy seemed to still yet concern still reflected on his young face.

"If i let you go, will you promise not to run? I don't know if you've noticed but we're in the middle of a war here and little boys stand no hope of surviving in times like these." she felt like the sibling again that she had been to little arya. In such a tragic time it felt good to feel so young. It felt good to forget that only a night earlier she lost all of her innocence the day she became a mother.

"You're not like the others." the young boy observed instantly as she removed her hand from his mouth. "You're a woman! Yet you're wearing the colours of the night's watch! You're a decoy."

I'm nothing of the sort and it's talk like that that gets you killed boy. Do you want to be killed? Because of your not going to trust me then you're going to die."

The boy's eyes widened then. "I don't want to die."

"Well that's good. Then all you need to do is trust me and follow my suit ok?"

"I saw ya up on the hill. When they came and burned my village. You were not wearing the colours of the watch then. You were wearing furs and were standing next to that scary man."

By that she thought that he meant one of the wildlings.

"Wait, have i seen you before?"

The boy shook his head in answer.

"No. but i saw you."

"I know you are scared. And i know that you probably don't believe me, but i am not a wildling. I was taken from my home here at the watch and thrown into a society of rabid dogs. The village you saw me at, did it belong to a farmer? Near the wall, down south?"

The boy nodded his agreement. "It was a mill. My father owned the mill. He was rebuilding our lands because of the snow destroying our homes. But then you lot came and the red haired woman put an arrow through his eye and killed him."

Bryanna felt the blood freeze in her veins as the boy mentioned the flame haired spearwife.

"She killed you father?"

"Aye, sent an arrow right through his eye. I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye. She just shot him and moved on to the next one!"

Sounded about right.

"What is your name?" bryanna asked the boy gently. He was an intelligent soul. One that was rare in such a boy of his age.

"My name is ollie." ollie replied. "What about you?"

For a moment bryanna felt a small smile touch her lips at the boy's question. It had been so long since she had been surrounded by such open innocence.

"My name is bryanna." bryanna told him gently. "But you can call me bry,"

She could see that the boy tried to smile but his soul a ached too much to let him.

"Are we going to die miss?" ollie questioned genuinely taken bryanna back.

"I wish i could give you a definate answer ollie but i truly don't know. I have no plans to die. I have plans to live and to see all who have wronged me and my kin justified." she placed her hand on his shoulder. "And that includes you."

….

She had not been sure how long she had been sitting with her back to wall only long enough to have slain three burly wildlings that had found she and ollies hideout.

"You're a good fighter my lady." ollie had complimented her after her dagger had slit the throat of the enemy. "I mean, no disrespect but your a real good fighter for a woman. There's not many women who can fight like you."

"I was just a little lady once ollie," she had answered him sweetly, dreaming of the days of when robb stark taught her how to a wield a blade.

"I never believed in giants ya know," ollie continued. "Never thought i'd see one in my time. Father used to say that if we didn't go to bed early or be good that the giants of the north would come down and eat us in our sleep."

"Your father was right," bryanna laughed softly.

Such a strange sound to hear my own laugh. Bryanna's mind whispered.

"That giant has been fighting those two for the last hour and still he hasn't killed them. That dark haired man sure has some strength in him to keep on going like that."

Dark haired man?

Bryanna pushed to her knees and followed the young boys eyes. When she finally found what it was that he was looking at stilled her for a moment. It was hard to tell at first but then she saw his dark curls bouncing in the firelight, wet and matted. But it was not seeing jon snow that chilled her to the core. It was his opponent. Long mud brown hair clung to the prince beyond the walls back like rat tails. He swung his axe with great vigor, his strength powerful, his intent to kill. Above them the giant continued to stamp and bat away at those who attempted to near him and then a flash of red.

Bryanna's heart accelerated when she saw ygritte heading for the fight. She was heading for jon snow. She was heading for her master. She was ready for blood.

"Ygritte," bryanna whispered not aware that she she had said her name.

"what?" ollie answered. "The red haired one? That's the one that killed my father."

And that was another reason as to why the flame haired spearwife would die.

AWW, HELLO MY LOVELY FOLLOWERS. I AM SO VERY SORRY FOR THE EXTREME DELAY WITH THE ENDING OF THIS FIC! I HAVE HAD NO TIME TO SIT DOWN AND WRITE ANOTHER CHAPTER OF THIS UNTIL RECENTLY, AND IT FELT SOOOO GOOD TO BE BACK IN THE STORY.

A LOT OF THINGS ARE COMING TO A HEAD NOW AND SINCE BRYANNA HAS BEEN HAVING IT ROUGH RECENTLY, I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE NICE FOR HER TO RECONNECT WITH HER INNOCENCE THE LAST PART OF THIS CHAPTER.

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