The number of dead were endless it seemed but they were still alive. They still lived to fight another day. Tyrion and Sandor didn't have a body to bury, sandor clutched at the snowflake necklace. It was the last piece of her he had, he held it close. He would keep it with him until the day he died.
'We are here to say goodbye to my brothers and sisters our fathers and mothers to our friends.' Jon declared 'our fellow men and women who set aside their differences together... together everyone in this world owes them a debt that will never be repaid. It is our duty and our honor to keep them alive in memory for those who come after us and those who come after them for as long as men draw breath they were the shield they guided the realms of men... And we shall never see their light again.' Everyone else stood silent paying respect to their fallen friends and family. A few men and women with torches stepped forward ready to set their friends a flame.
'Killer would have hated that.' sandor remarked.
'Yes, Frosty would have.' Tyrion agreed. They shared a silent moment in the snow, paying their respects to their lost friend and love.
To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake it is necessary to stand out in the cold.
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Frost // Tyrion Lannister // Sandor Clegane
FanfictionFighting the power within can be more deadly than embracing it. Catalina "Alina" Frost is the last living Frost. Will she be their savior or their downfall? (Frost is not a bastard name in this. She is from a long line of magically gifted Frosts ) ...
