Jon woke up. He did not know where he was. All he could see was a red blaze in his mind, in his eyes. He stood up and looked around. All he saw was fire, covering every inch of his sight, his thoughts, when he closed his eyes. The inferno rage was implanted in his brain, or what was left of it. He tried to scream but he saw fire emerge from his throat and form into a scary figure. The demon ran for him, so Jon sprinted for the distance, which was only fire. He found himself not going anywhere, just staying in the same place in his mind, but he still managed to evade the ghastly being.
He stopped and panted, but every time he took a breath, a swirling frenzy of blazing heat burst from his mouth and torched him all over. He cried in pain, but his scream transformed into a monster of heated fury. He tried to shout, but his mouth burned with every attempt. He felt light headed and staggered into oncoming flames that suddenly appeared before him. He fell into the wrath of the orange rage and found himself staring into the face of a white walker. THE White walker who wielded the bow that sent him to this eternal inferno torture. "SCREW YOU, DEMON!" Jon screamed, exploding a tornado of fire into the taunting face that destroyed his sanity...
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A Hobbit Of Westeros
FantasyMiddle-Earth has been overrun by Uruks and thousands flee to Westeros for refuge, including Gandalf and his group of dwarves and one hobbit. They have been told to speak to Tyrion Lannister in King's Landing, but will his welcome to the outsiders Be...
