(Game of Thrones) The Weirwood Wolf

(8) The Burning of the Camp and the Whispering Wood

( POV Tyrion Lannister )

It all began so suddenly, I had been sitting in on fathers war councils since I returned from the Vale with the mountain clans, so I wasn't surprised that there was a battle, we knew they where coming but we thought they where a long way off. But they weren't

When the moon was high in the sky we where awoke by a war horn, followed by a roar, then the sounds of hooves then death. The sound of death was the loudest. I rushed outside of my tent my armour poorly put on and my axe in my hand but it was chaos.

Everything was burning but the fire was blue. And instead of it being unbelievably warm as it should have been with the Lannisters camp being aflame it was cold. So cold. All around there was Lannisters and Mountain clansmen dying to large men clad in leather and fur, wielding axes and torches alight with pale blue fire.

Then there was the mounted men. They rode on strange beast out of legend. There where large men in bronze armour riding Unicorns, but these weren't the unicorns from the stories I was told as a child no these where great beasts larger than stronger than most warhorses and armoured in bronze. They had a spiralled horn on their head that felled many Lannister men.

Then there the wingless dragons, great hulking green scaled beasts. They where the size the size of bears and they tore men limb from limb. Riding these great beasts where small men, not as small as me by any standards. They wore leather and wielded three pronged spears and small shields.

I danced around the battlefield trying not to get stepped on for only a few minutes until I saw him. He fought like a demon with his flaming sword, nothing like the quite boy I met in Winterfell. Jon Snow also danced around the battlefield but his was less stumbling more graceful where ever he went flame and death followed.

He swung his flaming and men died, his silent wolf was never far behind tearing men apart soon enough he was near me. He wasn't trying to get near me I knew from the surprise in his eyes when he saw me though that surprise quickly vanished when he was engaged by Bronn

They fought for a few minutes their swords a blur of steel and flame until Bronn made a mistake and Jon hit the left side of his face with his sword. It barely made contact his ear went flying off and the left side of his face became burned by the blue fire.

Once Bronn was lying on the ground he turned to me, he looked around and pointed to two large men and gestured for them to come closer. He turned back to me I tried to say something, I don't know what, I might have begged or shouted but before I could I was hit over the head.

"Grab the Imp we return to my brother." Was the last thing I heard.

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( POV Jon Snow )

Our plan worked as I knew it would. It was a well thought out plan, me, Robb and Thorin spent days perfecting it. I was sent out with six thousand Northmen of the thirty thousand strong host. Two thousand where mounted Skagosi, three thousand where men of the mountain clans on foot. And a thousand where Cranogmen archers and Lizard-Lion riders.

Robb tasked me with keeping The Old Lion occupied while he marched to face Jamie Lannister. It is said that there is no greater scouts than the mountain clansman, who grew up in the mountains of the North. So I used my own scouts to kill Tywins so the only knowledge he had about our movements was days old.

We where to perform a night raid, burn everything in sight and retreat with as little causalities as possible. I had decided last minute to have Parthunax light a large fire that I used to light the torches aswell as my sword. We weren't expected to kill the Old Lion or capture any prisoners we just had to ensure they didn't out flank the main host.