The Guardian of the North (Robb Stark) Completed

Waking Up

EDITED

If we burn, you burn with us -Katniss Everdeen, Mockingjay part 1

The moment Elena lost Catelyn a burning rage awakened within her. She had no idea how all of this had happened, the battle, the betrayal of the Freys. She had only woken up from her long sleep and landed right into this mess. All she knew was that The Frey's had attacked them, without anyone expecting it but them. They were cowards who stabbed their enemy in the back when they weren't looking or even expecting anything.

Slowly Elena stood up and unwrapped her wings. The screams and shouts from outside filled the air even in the Great Hall you they echoed loudly. She had only one thing to do now: protect the survivors of the Northern Army. It was the only thing she knew how to do.

Elena flew out of the window after she had picked up a sword from the ground. It had once belonged to a Northerner, who was now most likely dead. With the rage filling every part of her body it wasn't very hard to muster up the strength she had left in her.

Yes, the sleep had used all of her strength but when you lose someone you love dearly the rage consumes you making you forget everything but one thing: revenge. Elena killed every Frey she could see. Here and there they tried to hurt her, some succeeded but never did it truly hurt. It was almost like she was dead already, like she couldn't feel a damned thing. All Elena could see was red.

The Northern army had regrouped and was now fighting back with all of their strength. The Freys were still in majority though. When Elena came and fought some of them off, some with her powers and some with her sword, the Freys became disoriented. They didn't believe their eyes, a woman who fights with a sword and casts ice? A woman fighting was one thing but a Guardian? That was almost impossible since they were all extinct.

The Northern army regained hope when they saw a Guardian fighting for them. Soldiers who had tried to run were now fighting for their king yet again.

Elena knew that even though the Northerners had regained their hope, they were in disadvantage. So she mustered up the last of her power and casted an ice wall between the camp and the Twins. Now there were only a few Freys left they could fight.

The Freys eventually lost hope, they couldn't destroy the wall of ice, not even with a catapult. They pulled back and hid in their castle. The Northern army didn't have the strength nor the devices to break down a gate, not that they even wanted to. They ran towards the edge of the forest to avoid the rain of arrows that was coming from the towers of the castle.

"What do we do now?" One of the soldiers sighed and looked at a wound on his arm. His breath was ragged and fast, his eyes wide open and shooting from one place to another like a hunted animal.

"Where's our king?" Another asked.

"Probably dead. Seven hells, I'm going to kill that fucking bastard of a Frey." Another hit a tree in anger. Many had been killed that night, they knew that they had lost more men than they could possibly afford. "If that stupid boy hadn't married that foreign whore, this wouldn't have happened!"

"He's not dead." Elena said with her eyes narrowed at the man. "So you better keep your traitorous words to yourself before you say something you will regret." The men around her looked at her in confusion. They glanced at the blood that was covering her pearly white skin, her white hair in knots and covered in dirt. She was quite the appearance in the dark night, like a deadly siren.

"How the hell do you know that?" They looked at each other.

"I brought him to a farm just a mile north of here." Elena examined a wound on her arm, she knew it was going to hurt for a couple more days. She could try to heal herself but she didn't even want to try. Somehow the pain soothed her.