Rightfully Mine // Ned Stark

114. Trapped

'how you doing thoros?' sasha questioned, he looked back at her, he was pale, and shaking with the cold but he offered her a smile. Sasha looked back at Beric pulling back down Thoros shirt, covering the wound and shook her head. It didn't look good.

The army of the dead stood there like statues waiting for their moment to attack for hours and hours the sun had disappeared from the sky the only sound of the wind whipping through the breeze and the white walker they had captured at their feet thrashing and whining complaining.

'Hey,' ned said pulling sasha back, closer to them. she was stood at the edge looking out as more and more came as if sensing them. neds arms wrapped around her but Sashas eyes wandered. The dead watching them. thoros taking jagged and shakes breaths below them. Her heart was pounding out of control it felt like a froze punch to the chest with every heartbeat.

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Morning came and they were all still trapped the white walkers still surrounding them they hadn't moved from the spot, the white walker they had trapped still grumbling and complaining Sandor kicked him to shut him up and he hissed a complaint.

'Thoros? Thoros...' beric questioned He was frozen white as snow he died from the bear attack wound.

'I would say it was a better way to go' sandor remarked pulling his ale from thoros's belt, drinking it down. 'Lord of light show us the way come to us in the darkness and lead your servant to the light.' Beric said saying a prayer over Thoros. Jon took the ale from Sandor and poured the rest over Thoros his body.

'We have to burn him' jon declared

'so he doesn't come back as a white walker?' Sasha questioned, jon nodded.

'Perhaps Lord of light can give us some fire?' tormond asked beric. Beric set his sword aflame and set thoros's body on fire. Sandor turned away from the flame as Thoros burned. Sasha noticed going to sandors side. She didn't say anything just rubbed his back comfortingly. Sandor took a deep breath.

'thanks.' He mumbled.

'I'm here for you.' She reminded him.

'thanks,' he repeated pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

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'You look cold sweetheart, i could warm ya up.' tormund suggested waggling his eyebrows.

Sasha couldnt feel her legs, her teeth were chattering, every time she breathed her skin felt like it was being chewed on by a horde of piranhas. And yet, she find the strength to roll her eyes. At least the cranky bitch inside her heart was holding strong. Ned pulled her closer to him, she buried her face in neds neck.

'When Sarah killed the white walker almost all the dead that followed it fell... why?' Mormont asked jon

'Maybe he was the one that turned them?' jon pondered.

'Maybe if we go for the walkers we will stand a chance?' mormont suggested

'No we need to take him with us, we need to take him to dragon stone Daenerys is our only chance.' Jon pointed to the captured white walker.

'There is another chance if we kill him if we kill the knight king we killed them all.' Sasha suggested, pointing out, seeing him standing tall above his army. He looked terrifying.

'The Lord brought you back, the Lord brought me back, did he do it to watch his freeze to death?' Beric asked jon.

'Careful Beric you lost your priest this is your last life' Sandor told him.

'The lord of light will guide us-' beric always the faithful servant.

'Everyone I've ever met has been a cunt. I don't see why the Lord of light would be any different.' Sandor told him, they stare down the night king he stood on the top perched high about everyone else watching them, waiting to attack.

'Everyone?' sasha teased.

'youre alright.' Sandor told her.

'I'm alright,' she boasted to ned. He hugged her tighter kissing her neck.

'better than alright,' he purred in her ear. Sandor started throwing stones at the White Walkers hit one in the face

'Dumb cunt' he said throwing another, he threw another stone but it stayed on the surface on the ice, the ice didn't break, the walkers noticed. 'oh fuck' he said as the ones started to move closer to him a single white walker walking across the ice and then more started to walk seeing it was safe their swords and boots dragging across the ground.

'What do we do?' sasha questioned they were coming at them from all sides. But it was too late they were coming, fast. 'It was an honor facing death with you once again.' Sasha told them as they prepared for the worst. Swords and daggers and hammers and axes all being swung through the air all killing the white walkers Beric set his sword aflame again slicing them through the heart or their lack of heart. They were getting closer there was too many of them they were gonna die, too damn many. Closer and closer they got the harder they swung the harder they fight the smaller their little island of sanctuary became. The white walkers were getting the upper hand crashing down on top of them.

'Fall back' Jon shouted 'fall back' but where were they to fall back to? They were surrounded.

Tormond was being toppled. White walkers fell into a hole in the ice and where trying to drag him under. Sandor saved him killing the walkers and Ned helped pull tormund up. They lost a few men pulled under by the walkers eating them alive. They were going to die. Their spot of safety was gone.