Fire Beyond the Wall

Found Sister

It was time for Jon to decide what was the best thing for the traitors that killed him. They were standing, all set up for the hanging. I hated Thorn and the people he convinced to kill Jon, but I found it so hard to hate little Olly. At first look at him I hated just as I hated Thorn, but then I thought of his past and how scared he must have been.

I was walked with Jon up to the platform. I stood off to the side, the men were still in shock the man they killed was back from the dead.

"You shouldn't be alive, it's not right" one spoke, teeth chattering.

"Killing me wasn't right" Jon said.

I glared forward not able to look at them but I added my piece, "You shouldn't be talking".

I listened as Jon let everyone speak their lasts thoughts or wishes, i still couldn't look. I didn't know why, i'd killed people and seen people be killed, but I couldn't watch this.

I heard the chiming of longclaw, I swallowed my fear and turned to the side so I could just see their blurry form from the corner of my vision.

Everyone flinched when the rope was cut and they dropped to their deaths.

Edison said that Jon should burn the bodies, but Jon said he should. He took off the thick black cloak, the signified him as Lord Commander and handed it to Ed. Jon gives control of Castle Black to Ed. He walks past me and I follow, knowing this is the best choice. Jon's last words to the Watch that used to be his brothers were, "my watch had ended".

Jon began packing after leaving the group, I had no idea where or what he was planning, but I was ready to follow. I was in the courtyard, waiting as Jon was inside with Ed. I was leaning on a barrel, petting Snow who was in front of me. I could see Tormund watching me out of the corner of my eye, we hadn't talked much since...

The horn blew then, telling us someone was coming approaching. I stood gently pushing Snow out of the way so I could stand.

I saw the red hair first, she looked older, but it was Sansa. She was with a tall blonde lady dressed in armour and a squire. I smiled mouth open in shocked happiness, I looked for Jon and saw him coming down the stairs. I also saw how Tormund looked at the blonde woman, and it made my stomach feel heavy.

I pushed it away as I saw Sansa looking around frighten for Jon and I. I pushed past people that stood in my path, one being Tormund that I may have shoved harder.

"Sansa" I called taking long strides to her.

I could see her shudder, we may have not been close all those years ago in Winterfell, but we didn't have much besides each other now. She flung herself at me clinging to me.

I stroked her hair and hushed her whimpers, telling her she was with family again. I saw Jon over her shoulder and I slowly unclasped Sansa's hands from my furs and turned her to see Jon.

She jumped at him as well hugging him tightly, I couldn't bear just watching so I joined the hug as well. Everyone in the courtyard was watching, knowing that we were siblings or wondering how me and Jon knew this girl.

We brought Sansa and her companions inside for food and warm drinks. It was just us three siblings sitting by the fire. We talked of the memories, the days when all of us were alive and together, before Father and the girls left for the Capital and before Jon left for the Wall.

"I must have been awful" Sansa said remembering how she never gave us the light of day back when we were younger.

Jon and I chuckled shaking our heads, "Admit it" she pressed.

"You had your moments" I laughed rubbing her hand gently.

Sansa sighed, "That's what Father used to do, to comfort us, rub our hands, or sush us as we cried, just like when you hugged me" Sansa says to me.

I smiled sadly, "I learned it from somewhere".

We told Sansa of what has happened, of Jon, everything.

"Where will you go?" She asks.

"Where will we go" Jon and I say at the same time, we all stop pausing then laugh. Jon and I have been doing stuff like that since we were kids.

"Can't stay here not after what happened" Jon says.

"Only one place we can go" Sansa says to us, "home".

"I'm sure the Boltons will happily pack up and leave when we knock on the door" I jest.

"We'll take it back from them" Sansa says looking at us seriously.

I'm hesitate at first but the more I think of the idea the more I like it.

"I don't have any army" Jon says.

"How many Wildlings did you save?" Sansa asks, suggesting at the same time to use them.

Jon shakes his head, "They don't serve me".

"But they owe you their lives, and almost all of them respect you, and if not you Tormund, who would follow you, and they will follow him" I say.

"Winterfell is our home, it's ours. And Arya's and Bran's and Rickon's wherever they are it belongs to all of us" Sansa says, both of us ganging up to convince Jon.

"I'm tired of fighting" Jon says flustered, "It's all i've done since I left home".

Sansa and I pause.

"If we don't take back the North we will never be safe" Sansa says.

"There must always be a Stark in Winterfell" I add, "There are none, that can't be good, we need to take it back for the North".

Jon still seemed on edge about the thought, but we planted the idea in his head so we left him be for the rest of the night.