𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 | Jon Snow - A 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 Fanfiction

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        FOR JASMINE AND ISABELLE, the days were passing too slowly. The Lord Commander kept them in sight, so they were asked to stay with Maester Aemon most of the time. They hoped that the time to head beyond the wall again would come soon, but the idea seemed to make them anxious, as the unknown beyond the wall seemed to cast its shadow over them.

Standing by the railing above, they watched as the Men of the Watch pulled a wagon on which two bodies lay there, frozen.

"It's Othor, without a doubt," the Lord Commander said.

"The other one is Jafer Flowers, my lord, minus the hand the wolf tore off," one of the men spoke.

"Any sign of Benjen or the rest of his party?" Lord Mormont asked.

"Just these two, my lord," Jon Snow said. "Been dead awhile, I'd say."

Jasmine felt a movement beside her. Turning her head, she found a man standing there and then another beside Isabelle, both flanking them. Apparently, almost everyone was gathered around watching the scene.

"Mmm," Samwell Tarly hummed. "The smell."

The man bent down sniffing one of the bodies. "What smell?" He asked.

"There is none," Sam told him. "If they'd been dead for a long time, wouldn't there be rot?"

"We should burn them," Jon Snow chimed in.

"Snow's not wrong, my lord," the man said. "Fire will do for them. The wildling way."

"I want Maester Aemon to examine them first," the Lord Commander told his men, before turning to Sam in particular. "You may be a coward, Tarly, but you're not stupid. Get them inside."

"You heard him."

As if the patio above wasn't crowded enough, a man planted himself right next to Isabelle, almost knocking off the man that was standing there. "Lord Commander," he called in a rush. "Maester Aemon awaits you in his chambers... A raven from King's Landing."

"Come on, move 'em out."

The news of King Robert's death had reached King's Landing, and from what the twins had heard, Jon's father was involved in some significant conflict.

Jon Snow wasn't himself after the Lord Commander had summoned him to his quarters. He had been acting off, and Ser Alliser seemed to take advantage of the situation as he walked in on him and his mates in the kitchens where they were preparing the day's food. As expected, he caused a commotion that ended with Jon confined to his quarters.

That night, a commotion from outside the compartment the twins were sleeping in woke Jasmine up first. There was the sound of shattering glass, followed by grunts, roars, and some banging against the concrete. She quickly woke her sleeping sister up before putting on her coat and heading outside to the main hall of Aemon and Lord Mormont's quarters.

Smoke filled the air as they moved through the dark hall, only to bump into Jon and the Lord Commander, who were rushing out of the compartment that Lord Mormont stayed in.

"Move!" Jon shouted, pulling them along with him outside.

"What is happening?" Jasmine asked, pulling against his tug on her coat.

"Get out now!" Lord Mormont was the one who spoke this time, urging them to follow him out.

And just like that, the residents of Castle Black were all awake, as the nightmare that Samuel Tarly had been fearing turned out to be the reality they were facing.

Othor, the dead man from before, had come back to life in the middle of the night and had somehow made his way to Lord Mormont's quarters. Had Jon and his dire wolf Ghost not reached his quarters in time, there would have been no Lord Commander the next day, or at least not the Commander they once knew.

"They were touched by White Walkers. That's why they came back," Sam spoke as the group of men, along with Isabelle and Jasmine, watched the fire that was burning the bodies, his words making the twins share some short, nervous glances. "That's why their eyes turned blue. Only fire will stop them."

The two sisters couldn't help but recall that day they lost their companions beyond the wall. Those blue eyes stared back at them from behind the trees. They seemed to be everywhere.

"How do you know that?" Jon asked him.

"I read about it in a book..." Samuel Tarly said. "A very old book in Maester Aemon's library."

"What else did the book say?"

"The White Walkers sleep beneath the ice for thousands of years. And when they wake up..."

"And when they wake up, what?" Pyp, Jon's friend, asked in anticipation.

"I hope the Wall's high enough."

Everyone found themselves looking up at the full length of the wall, their eyes scanning its height. For Jasmine and Isabelle, it looked high enough. Higher than anything they had ever seen. At least, they hoped it was. If what Samuel was saying turned out to be true, Jasmine considered the thought of her father sending help, but she had to get there in the first place before it became too late.