Winds of The North (Volume One) || a Game of Thrones Story...

And Now My Watch Has Ended

As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, Heyden and his companions found themselves standing amidst the aftermath of the fierce clash at Castle Black. Thorne and his followers lay defeated, their treacherous plot thwarted by the unexpected arrival of the wildlings.

With a heavy heart, Heyden approached Jon Snow's lifeless body, his features etched with sorrow and determination. He had watched his friend lay, his blood staining the ground beneath him, and now he could only hope that there was still a chance to bring him back from the brink of death.

Beside him, Tormund and unexpectedly the red woman lifted Jon's body, their expressions grim with determination as they carried him to safety. Heyden followed close behind, his heart heavy with grief as he watched them disappear into the chaos of the courtyard.

Inside Castle Black, Melisandre, the Red Priestess, stood waiting, her eyes alight with an otherworldly glow as she prepared to perform the ritual that would bring Jon Snow back from the dead. Heyden and his companions gathered around, their breaths held in anticipation as they waited for the miracle to unfold.

With a whispered incantation, Melisandre began the ritual, her hands moving with practiced precision as she called upon the power of the Lord of Light. The air seemed to crackle with energy as the room filled with a palpable sense of anticipation, each heartbeat echoing like a drumbeat in the silence.

And then, in a moment that seemed to stretch on for eternity, Jon Snow gasped for breath, his eyes flying open as life flooded back into his body. Heyden felt a surge of relief wash over him as he watched his friend's chest rise and fall, the spark of life returning to his eyes.

Jon Snow had been reborn, his spirit resurrected by the power of the Lord of Light. And as he rose to his feet, a renewed sense of purpose shining in his eyes, Heyden knew that their fight was far from over.
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As Jon Snow rose from the table, his chest heaving with the breath of life once more, a wave of relief swept through the room. Heyden stood by his side, his eyes filled with gratitude and awe at the miracle that had just unfolded before them.

With newfound strength coursing through his veins, Jon turned to face his comrades, his gaze unwavering as he addressed them. "Brothers," he began, his voice steady despite the weight of the moment, "we have been given a second chance. A chance to set things right and to fight for the future of the realm."

As Jon spoke, his words rang out with a sense of purpose that resonated deeply with those gathered around him. They had witnessed the power of the Lord of Light firsthand, and they knew that they stood on the precipice of a new chapter in their shared struggle against the darkness.

But before they could move forward, there was a matter that needed to be addressed—the traitorous members of the Night's Watch who had plotted against Jon and betrayed their oaths to the realm. With grim determination, Jon turned to face them, his eyes flashing with righteous fury as he prepared to mete out justice.

One by one, the traitors were brought before Jon, their faces pale with fear as they awaited their fate. Alliser Thorne, the ringleader of the mutiny, stood defiantly before him, his gaze unrepentant even in the face of death.

But Jon's resolve was unshakable. With a heavy heart and a steady hand, he passed judgment upon each of the traitors, executing them for their treachery and betrayal. As the last of them fell, a somber silence settled over Castle Black, the weight of their actions hanging heavy in the air.

And then, with a final glance at the fallen brothers who had once stood beside him, Jon turned away, his shoulders squared with determination. He knew that his watch had ended, that he could no longer remain bound by the vows that had once held him in thrall.

Gathering his loyal supporters around him, Jon began to make plans for the future, setting his sights on a new goal—retaking Winterfell from the clutches of House Bolton and reclaiming his rightful place as the heir to House Stark, "Heyden you were sent to join the watch by house Frey who serve the false king Joffrey, you served my brother, only your king can condemn you to the wall therefore your vows aren't accepted. I'm gonna need you by my side brother." Jon exclaims. Heyden turns and nods, "You have my sword and now my house by your side, always."

As they prepared to embark on their journey, Heyden stood by Jon's side, his sword at the ready and his heart filled with resolve. Together, they would face the challenges that lay ahead, united in their determination to bring justice to those who had wronged them and to forge a new path forward for the realm.