𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 | Jon Snow - A 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 Fanfiction

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TWO HORNS jolted the twins and the entirety of Castle Black awake and into action at midnight. The army was advancing, drawing nearer with every passing minute. Jasmine and Isabelle swiftly emerged from their quarters, dressed and armed with their bows. The men were scrambling in every direction, passing weapons to one another.

"Get ready!" Ser Alliser's voice boomed.

Pyp hastily prepared some arrows as Isabelle and Jasmine grabbed what they needed, watching him step back, fear evident in his eyes.

"There are a lot more Wildlings on the other side of the wall than this side," Sam observed. "We have our weapons and equipment. This is the perfect place for us to be."

"I've never thrown a spear before," Pyp confessed. "I've never held a sword with a proper edge. There's no place for me to be. Aren't you afraid?"

Jasmine walked away, leading her sister toward the lifts. They were assigned to the Wall alongside the archers, so they were headed to their positions. "Olly, lift us up," Isabelle called to the boy, who immediately sprang into action. Despite his visible fear, Olly tried his best to be the help they all needed.

From the top, their eyes beheld the forces of Mance Rayder stomping and yelling through the woods. A giant rode a giant mammoth. The Night's Watch perched upon the wall looked down at them in awe, alongside the twins.

"Archers, knock. Everyone else, hold," Ser Alliser ordered. Jasmine took her position beside Jon and Isabelle on the wooden plank that was extended on the edge of the wall, both preparing their shots, while the other archers swiftly drew their bows, ready to shoot. Grenn accidentally dropped a barrel that went down, shattering.

Isabelle exchanged glances with Jon and her sister, their eyes conveying the nervousness of the men who seemed to find it hard to function.

"I said knock and hold you cunts!" Ser Alliser shouted. "Does knock mean draw?!"

"No Ser!"

"Does fucking hold mean fucking drop?!"

"No Ser!"

"You all plan to die here tonight?" Ser Alliser demanded.

"No Ser!"

"That's very good to hear," the Lord Commander said. "Draw!"

The air atop the Wall crackled with tension, charged by the anticipation of the impending clash. Isabelle could feel the cold seeping through her gloves, the sting of the wind against her cheeks as she held the arrow onto her bowstring. The moonlit expanse beyond the Wall lay eerily quiet, a canvas for the approaching chaos.

The horn sounded again, causing them all to stop and turn to the watcher. "No, down below!" he shouted to Ser Alliser.

They were now being attacked from two fronts.

Isabelle looked down from their vantage point, the magnitude of Mance Rayder's approaching army was both daunting and awe-inspiring. Wildlings of all kinds, some riding fearsome beasts, others wielding weapons and torches, moved like a dark tide beneath the pale light of the moon. A giant atop a mammoth stood out, a grotesque figure embodying the threat they faced.

Beside her, Jasmine mirrored her sister's focus, her gaze locked on the approaching horde. The twins exchanged a knowing glance, a silent communication that transcended words. They had faced danger before, but this was unlike anything they had encountered—something primal and raw, challenging their very instincts.

Janos hurried toward them, sparking nervous glances among the group. "They're attacking the southern gates!"

"Now?" Ser Alliser inquired.