We begin our climb up. It's very high. I am below Jon. My bag on my back. We get very, very, veeeeerryyyy high. That beef-witted red head hits a weak spot in the ice. It starts to crack. The ice reaches far to the right and tons of our men drop to their deaths. "We've got to cut them off!" The man calls. "No!" Tormund shouts. The man pulls out his blade. As I grab my bow to ready it Jon swings towards a part of the ice. I steady my shot the best I can swinging. I time it and fire. I knock the blade from the mans hand. It falls. Jon manages to get us back on the ice.
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We reach the top of the wall. I help Jon up and Ygritte just lays in the ground happy to not be dangling in the air. Jon takes my hand and we stand in the edge looking out at the winter fading into the green forest. He looks down at me and he takes my face in his hand kissing me passionately.
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Ygritte and Jon hide behind a rock looking at a deer in the distance. "It's too far." Jon says to her. She begins to ready her bow but mine all ready. I don't even need to look. I stare Ygritte in the eye as I shoot. One arrow through the eye. Ygritte glares back at me. We get the deer back to camp. We are walking me and Jon making jokes with each other. "Is that a castle!" Ygritte says. I look to see what she's talking about. Jon begins to laugh. "Stupid girl." I say. "That's just a small windmill." I chuckle. "Oh." she shuts up.
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We get to an old mans house. Jon says he supplies the watch with horses. While they talk I sneak into the old mans house. I climb through his open window. I see him back to me watching the table. I creep up behind him and place my hand over his mouth. He struggles. "Shhhh. If you don't hush they'll kill you." He stops. "I'm gonna let you go and when I do you need to take a horse and leave. There's wildlings out there so be quick about it." I let him go and he runs. I walk back out to the wildlings. "While you dumbasses plotted the old man rode away."
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We ride after him. We reach him at the windmill we had past. They kill his horse. "At least let me stand." He says. He looks at me and I nod to him in apology. He nods back. "Make the crow do it." The worg says. Jon looks at me for mercy. I just nod at him. He raises his sword but pauses. I shoot him. In the head. Quick death. "He's still a crow!" The wildlings prepare to attack Jon. I stand by his side to defend him. "He's got his crow wife to protect him!" Tormund punches the guy who said that. I nod at him. We fight our way out and me and Jon escape on a horse.
